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Mrs S

By: FoxyRhully



In 2006 after leaving my teaching post after three years, I moved on to pastures new leaving many friends behind. In the first year after I became close friends with Mrs S who I had worked closely with. She had always been there for me and mothered me with cakes and biscuits. 

At the time there was no sexual attraction and in fact conversations tended to be after who I was chasing at the time or school gossip. After leaving I still came back occasionally for a cup of tea. mending or even dinner with the family on the odd occasion.

One day however, it all changed. Keeping in touch took a whole new meaning with the use of messenger to chat after work. Initially it stayed work based then one day Mrs S was fed up with her husband and we started chatting about it.

Mrs S: He is being so difficult I don't know what to do.

Me: I am sure you'll be alright you can always chat to me.

Mrs S: Thanks you are a nice guy

Me: You're a nice girl

Mrs S: Perhaps we should go out together?

Me: (After a pause) really?

Mrs S: Sorry that was wrong of me

Me: It's ok

Flirting followed this brief interlude from normal discussions. As weeks progressed flirting grew and we started discussing our bodies and as with dating we found out more each week.

So let me explain. 

Mrs S is 53, 5ft 1, size 14-16, 36D bra, beautiful tummy, nice short legs and short ginger hair.

Me well I'm 27, 6ft, slim, toned body, short brown hair and dark eyes.

We were brought together by a shared sense of being lonely. After lots of erotic chats on line we didn't meet up as both felt ashamed of online antics in a virtual world. The relationship ended then returned ended then returned, both sides still holding these desires. However with the husband increasingly isolating himself and me with a quiet house we grew closer.

One spring morning when both at home, we started chatting as usual. With the husband away and school holidays the house was empty except for two souls united by their desires. 

Me: I'll be down your way today

Mrs S: Wishful thinking

Me: Behave

Mrs S: Do I have to?

Me: No

Mrs S: I'll be in all day

My connection went at a critical point. Was it still virtual or were we talking for real? This was on my mind the whole round of golf. 

After finishing and dropping my friend off. I drove via Mrs S' house for the first time in ages. Her car was there, my hands were sweaty, heart pounding. I locked the car and walked sheepishly over to the door. No going back now.

Her shadow appeared inside coming closer and closer until the door opened. She looked surprised. 

"Cup of tea?" She asked.

"Yes please!" Following her in I looked at her figure in a gorgeous red top and blue trousers, imagining her bottom beneath the fabric. Having seen photos in the past I was turned on already. This was real and not in virtual world and my cock grew hard.

Initially the conversation was rather timid but both of us wanted more and we knew it. Mrs S invited me into the living room and we sat down together. Our legs touched as he sat down and we looked at each other. Holding her hand I pulled her close kissing her lips softly at first before feeling a tongue slipping onto my lips. Our tongues circled in the motion of a heart flicking and gliding across the surface.

Without a word spoken she got up held my hand and walked me to her bedroom. We stood opposite each other and undressed each other slowly gazing into each other's eyes. Soon we were in our underwear. Mine a black pair or boxers and hers a matching set of lacy blue underwear. 

Pulling her close our bodies touched. My erection was by now obvious to her as she pressed against her tummy. Her panties clearly wet from the initial excitement. She then lay on the bed as I climbed in next to her. Our heads nestled on the pillow as we continued kissing passionately whilst our hands wandered. Over her breasts which felt soft and tender and even better when she took the bra off. Her hand slipped into my boxers and pulled them down. I helped take them off completely as she did the same. 

Our bodies felt warm as we lay exploring each others body. I could feel her trimmed hair as I explored lower and lower. Lapping over the top of her pussy and along her smooth slit I decided to take a closer look and went on a kissing rampage down her body over her tits, whilst rubbing my chin between her breasts. Lower and lower over her gorgeous cuddly tummy and the sexiest belly button I've ever seen. 

I made it. Looking up at her lying back smiling I opened her legs wide. She giggled as I stared in amazement at her pussy. Drawing my head closer my lips moved nearer and nearer to a sweet pussy lips gently lapped by soft red hair. She smiled and asked me to take a closer look. 

Wow she tasted good, before long my tongue was deep inside her pussy opening her lips wide. Her clit was throbbing as my tongue and lips played with her. Her pussy glistened as my finger slid inside her slowly nice and deep. I could feel her pussy contracting around me. Should I really be doing this? I asked myself.

To be continued...

Mrs. Sami's Classroom



All characters are over 18. All characters are fictitious, and any resemblance to real life is completely coincidental.

*****

It was a typical day at Lincoln Preparatory School. The Tigers Football team had a match away today, so all the football players were gone. Denny Kruger was the first person to walk into Mrs. Sami's class, so he waited for class to begin. Mrs. Sami was sitting at her desk, with her shapely calves visible underneath her chair. She was wearing 3 inch heels that complemented her neatly painted toes. Then in walked Delilah Campbell, and Denny quickly moved his eyes away from Mrs. Sami and to the beatiful creature in front of him. Delilah was a girl straight out of Denny's dreams. Her face was absolutely stunning and her lips were to die for. For the first time ever, she had her nails painted, they were a smooth black. She sat in front of him and got her stuff out of her bag. 

Then in walked Jennifer Lewis, with her sexy hair and amazing ass, visible through her jet black leggings. Next came Ash Tyler and Maddy O'Hare. Ash Tyler had an angel's face, and also had leggings which outlined her pretty ass. Maddy was wearing short shorts that let the bottom part of her ass hang loose as she walked. Jenny Li walked in next, with her sexy skirt that held her perfect, tanned ass, but not to forget her sexy asian face. The bell rang just as Maddy Samuels walked in, with her short shorts, wielding her magnificent ass, and her sexy legs and mocassins, which held her amazing feet. 

Mrs. Sami announced that all the boys were either sick or at the football game except for Denny, so we wouldn't really do much in class. Maddy looked at Denny and grinned, but then noticed that Denny was asleep. Denny was asleep and class had barely started. She tried to wake him up but couldn't, and so the whole class tried to wake him up, but to no avail. Denny was sound asleep, as deep in sleep as one can be. "It's okay, just let him sleep" Mrs. Sami said casually. And so the class carried on. But Maddy Samuels couldn't get her eyes off Denny. He wasn't particularly attractive, it's just that he had something that looked like a snake in his tight jeans. It was at least 8 inches long and wrapped around his leg, starting from his crotch. Maddy was about to scream, but then she realized this was no snake. It was Denny Kruger's cock. It was Denny Kruger, class president, semi-nerd's cock. Maddy couldn't stop staring at it. It was HUMONGOUS. She had to touch it, to make sure it was real. She couldn't stop herself. She reached over and touched it with one finger, and sure enough, it was squishy. It was real. 

"Maddy, you have to look at this." Maddy Samuels whispered to Maddy O'Hare.

"What the hell, is that a-" Maddy O'Hare exclaimed. Ash turned her head to see what the commotion was about, and was stunned when she did. 

"Is something going on ladies?" Mrs. Sami asked. "No, nothing, sorry abbboutt thatt." Ash stammered as she was still in disbelief from what she just saw. Just then, Jennifer Lewis looked over and screamed. 

"OH MY GOD!! THERE'S A SNAKE IN DENNY'S PANTS!!" she exclaimed. At that moment, Delilah Campbell and Jenny Li turned to see what was going on. Mrs. Sami started to walk over to the back of the room, when she just stopped and her jaw hung down. No, it wasn't possible. He couldn't have that big of a cock. Everyone slowly approached Denny, as he slept like a baby. Everyone was uncomfortable at that moment. No one admitted it, but they were all turned on like fire at that moment. Jennifer couldn't resist it. She reached over and tore down Denny's jeans. She had to see it. And so she did, along with everyone else. There it was, an 8 inch long cock just lying there limp, so perfect and so hot. If they thought they were shocked before, this must have been something truly different. 

Instantly, Jenny's hand went to her crotch as she furiosly rubbed her pussy underneath her skirt. She was so embarrassed, but couldn't help herself. Then, Delilah pulled down her jeans and started rubber her pussy through her panties as well.

Then, all of a sudden, Mrs. Sami said, "Girls, I know that we are all on the same page here. There's no denying it, we WANT that cock, we NEED that cock." And with that, she pulled her skirt down and rubbed her pussy. Jennifer couldn't help herself, and reached down and picked it up. She picked up the cock and started sucking on it. She took in its might as it grew longer and longer. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to encapsulate as much cock as she could of the now 12 inch long fuckstick. All while Denny was still sleeping as if nothing was going on. She gave the most extraordinary blowjob ever, and was like a seasoned pro who didn't miss a single beat.

By now, everyone was rubbing their pussies so hard and fast, and Ash screamed out "AHHH!!" as she released her orgasm. Orgasms from the rest followed, as Jennifer began to get undressed. As she finally slipped out of her panties, everyone could now see her extraordinary ass and amazing tits. She truly was perfect. She had the sexiest face anyone could imagine, and a figure to match. But what everyone was so surprised at was how tan she was. Jennifer Lewis was a caramel goddess, her hair flowing down her back. She was ready. She NEEDED Denny's cock. It was what she was destined for. As everyone watched intently, she got up on the desk and then slowly sat down on his cock, finally taking its full length into her pussy, into her womb. It poked at her muscles, it rubbed against her insides, but it didn't matter. This is what she was born for. She began to move. She slowly slid up and down.

"YESSSS FUCKKKK MEEE DENNYRR!!" She picked up her pace, moving faster. "I NEEED YOU, I NEED YOUR COCK. I AM YOURS. TAKE ME, TAKE MY BABY." she screamed as she rode up and down at an impossible speed. "AHHHHH FUUCKCKKK MEEEEE." she exclaimed at she sat down as hard as she could on the 12 inches of meat. She orgasmed and was sure she could be heard from a mile away. He cummed in her pussy, filling her with his sweet juice. And she sat there. She wouldn't get up until she was sure she had been impregnated by his sweet sperm. And she slowly got up, thighs sopping with cum, as she slowly moved her feet and amazing ass. Face, ass, hair, feet, this girl had it all. And Denny had just taken it all. She had given herself to him, became his eternal slave and her body his playground. Her child was going to be his, and her life his as well. But Jennifer knew this. And it was exactly what she planned.

As everyone was just finished cleaning up, the bell rang. Denny started to move his head, he had stirred. Everyone shuffled out of the class, including Mrs. Sami. He stared at Jennifer Lewis' perfect ass, and then she turned her head and blew a kiss at him. What the hell? Why did she do that? Denny was confused, but he wasn't upset at all. He realized he fell asleep and slept all through class, and slowly gathered his stuff as he zipped up his backpack. He felt something wet in his pants, and realized that his cock was dripping. Perhaps a wet dream? Oh boy, I hope nobody saw that stain in my pants during class, that would be terribly embarassing, he thought as he made his way towards the door. He slowly walked out of Mrs. Sami's classroom. As he walked to his next class, he wondered what he had missed during the last hour and how he was going to make up the material.



Mrs. Sanchez



Luckily, when my wife found a well paying job we found a wonderful woman that “watched” children in her home on a quiet cul de sac. I say watched rather than operated a daycare because in this city you need a license to do the latter. Mrs. Sanchez didn’t want or need a license. We live two blocks from her home, on the edge of the area of the city where the markets become mercados. I normally pick my son up in the late afternoon on my way home from my job as a pastry cook in Julienne’s Bakery and Treats. 

“Brian, your dad is here,” Connie called out when I walked through the door.

“Daddy!” Brian ran to me, his four year old legs springing him into my arms. 

“Hey, Tiger, how was your day?” I love best, the hugs my son gives me. There is a point in one’s life where people stop hugging with their heart. I dread the day when that happens to him. 

Connie stood their watching us, her brown eyes smiling, her hand covering her mouth. I noticed one day that one of her front teeth was chipped. Something that must have happened years ago because it did not seem to hurt her, merely make her self-conscious. For all her shyness she was not an unattractive young woman. Black hair cut stylishly below her ears, large lovely brown eyes, full bodied but not in an unappealing way. 

Her elder version came around the corner in a swirl of floral skirt concealing lively wide hips. Mrs. Sanchez was a few inches over 5 feet but not much, with full breasts the size of ripe honeydew melons. Her lustrous hair was always done in a thick ebony rope of a French braid. She greeted me warmly, shaking my hand. 

“I always enjoy seeing you, Mr. Jakes. You fill the house with the smell of fresh bread and cakes.”

“It’s good that I am not a pig farmer or I would fill the house with the scent of swine and you would not like me so well,” I said.

“Es verdad,” she laughed out loud. Connie faded back to the group of children playing in the den. “Can I ask of you a favor, Mr. Jakes?

“Certainly,” I let Brian down to get his shoes from the line of children’s shoes against the wall. 

“I am putting boxes on shelves in the bathroom and I cannot reach. If you would not mind.”

“Not a problem.” I followed her wide swinging hips through the living room as she took Brian by the hand and led him back to the group of children. Then I followed her to the back of the house where we went through the laundry room into a large bathroom. There was a long mirror over the sink counter that covered one wall. Boxes were stacked at the far end of the bathroom. I rolled up my sleeves and under her direction commenced shelving the cardboard boxes.

“These are all things that my sister Maria sent me from Los Angeles. My mother died last month, as you know.”

“Yes, I am sorry for your loss. My mother died three years ago and I still miss her,” I touched her elbow, one motherless child to another, even though we were adults. 

“You are a good man, Mr. Jakes.” She brushed her own hand over mine. “Strong too,” she laughed grasping my bicep. To which I replied by flexing my muscles.

“Grr, a real he-man,” I laughed, which started her laughing as well. There we stood, laughing, sharing a moment alone. Our reflection in the wall length mirror made it a party of laughing men and women. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“Umm yes there is. But I do not know how to ask this of you.”

“Well, the only thing to do is come right out and ask. We’ve known you for a year now. You have taken excellent care of my son. What can I help you with?” I was wondering if she was going to ask for a loan or an increase in here fee. 

“You are a handsome man, Mr. Jakes and well,” she looked me over carefully, “I can see that you are a well endowed man. I would like to know if you would help me by fucking me in the ass.”

To say my jaw dropped, would be an understatement. But one part of me that did not drop was my cock. It steadily rose, which caused her to smile with a promise of wickedness. She gave my hardening shaft a squeeze through my pants and hurried through the door. Quickly reappearing, she locked the door.

“I told Connie that you were helping me with the leak in the sink and to keep the children occupied.” She locked the door.

“Mrs. Sanchez,” I stammered, “Despite my dick’s response I did not say that I would do this.”

“Oh, I am terribly sorry. You are a married man after all.” She blushed mightily and turned to unlock the door.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t either,” I laid my hand on her ample butt and laughed.

“Es verdad. Do you need to see the merchandise first, senor Jakes?” She turned to face the mirror. Smiling back at my reflection she slowly raised the back of her skirt. 

From somewhere I had picked up a frog and it was now stuck in my throat, as I followed the direction of my pointing cock. It hurt keeping it confined to my pants. Naturally I opened them and allowed it to bounce around freely. Like a compass needle it pointed straight at Mrs. Sanchez smooth round ass that reminded me of nothing as much as it did a Beefeater Tomato. It was so large firm and ripe for the picking. 

“Do you like?”

“Very much,” I knelt behind her, my hands stroking up the inside of her satiny legs, and curving over her ass. She gathered her skirt in front of her and bent over the counter, thrusting her ass at my face. 

Heat and the scent of her pussy rolled over my face in an orgiastic wave. I cupped her cunt and stroked her slowly as she sighed. Her legs open wider and I slid my other hand inside the crack of her ass. She backed up to meet me. I found my face buried in one cheek, my tongue licking her. Sucking on the round firm flesh, my fingers found her not so secret opening.

“Use this,” she waved a tube of lube behind her. I laid it on her back, open her cheeks and buried my face between them. My tongue went wild licking the rim of her asshole, probing the delights of that gate. My hand grasped my cock hard, squeezing and stroking to the sounds of whispered Spanish. Her hips rolled, gently at first but with more agitation as my tongue slowly fucked her.

“More. More,” she complained. I stood up and squeezed lube on my cock then over her asshole, gently pushing some inside her. She was tight around my finger at first but she relaxed slowly. I could see her face in the mirror, eyes half open, pink tongue gliding over wet lips, her face deeply flushed. 

I laid the head of my cock against her, guiding myself with one and grasping her hip with the other. I pressed forward, while she leaned back. My cock entered. I sighed. I don’t know what kind of sound she made but it made me want to fuck her all the more. 

“Aie dios mia,” she began rocking back to me. Watching her in the mirror was almost better than actually being inside her. Seeing her with her eyes closed, neck straining as she tilted her head back sent a wave through my body and I began fucking her in earnest. She started moaning louder, opened her eyes, looked around and grabbed a washcloth to use as a gag. Then it was eyes closed, and she let loose moaning around the gag. 

I grabbed the ebony rope of her hair and used that to pull her onto my raging cock. I watched her slide a hand between her legs. She started to slam back into me faster and harder so I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled as I thrust for all I was worth.

I could feel lava rising up from my ankles and knew that when it reached my balls I would be done for but I didn’t care. I wanted, needed that explosion to burst forth from my body. I let go of her hair and sank my fingers into her fleshy hips. I rode the rising tide of lava up my legs, slamming into her ass, until it burst forth in a torrent through my cock. I bit my hand trying to keep from making more sound than the harsh breathing that was whip-lashing through my nose. She kept fucking me until I felt her shudder under me moments later. She collapsed on the counter, while I fell against the wall. 

We cleaned up as quickly as we could recover. At the door she pulled my head down to her and kissed me very sweetly

“Thank you so very much, I needed that for so long.” She opened the door before I could respond. We went forth into the living room, where Brian pounced on me like Tigger. 

What took you so long, Daddy? You were gone forever.”

I bent over, telling him that I was helping Mrs. Sanchez. 

“Oh. Can we go now?” 

“Say good-bye to everyone.” He ran and gave hugs to everyone there while I grasped Mrs. Sanchez’ hand, “thank you, too.”

We left and went to the ice cream shop bought two cones for us and a pint to bring home for my wife Sabrina.



Mrs. Santa Has a Girlfriend



I left my car near my Stepmom's driveway. I needed to walk, to clear my head, and to think about what I had just seen. Ever since a child, walking has always made me feel better when struggling with a problem and this was a doozy. I started walking towards town. What to do? What to do? What to do? 

"Hey, John, how the Hell are you? Wait up, where you running?"

"Oh, hi, Mike. I didn't recognize you. I can't believe it. Long time no see, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you, too. I haven't seen you since high school," said Mike. The two men shook hands. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Worst than that, I'm afraid," said John sticking my hands in my pockets.

"C'mon, let's grab a beer."

"A beer? I could use a drink. Where though? It's Christmas. Everything is closed."

"I know a place," said Mike

The two men walked, as they talked, to a small bar down the block and around the corner. It was just a hole-in-the-wall bar that you'd walk by without even noticing it, had you not known it was there. A few regulars with nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to be with, even on Christmas, attached themselves to the bar, while making love to their beer. Mike and John grabbed a table in the corner.

"Two drafts," said Mike lifting his arm, along with his voice, when the bartender looked over at him. "I can't stay long. I have to get back home. My wife, Sheila, her family is coming in from Chicago to spend Christmas with us. Something tells me that I'll need this drink more than you," he said with a sad little grin. "So, what's up with you? I haven't seen you in ages, since you went off to college. How's your Dad?"

"He's the same. He works. That's all he knows. He's gone from early morning until a few hours before he goes to bed and then he does it all over again."

"You'd think after your Mom died, he'd slow down and take more time off."

"Nah, not my Dad. He says that he needs every hour of overtime they'll give him to keep him out of the poorhouse. He has 9 more years until retirement and he's determined to build himself a fat nest egg. Only, the way he's going with the drinking at night and on weekends, he'll be dead of a heart attack. Besides, someone like him can't retire. He's one of those guys who wouldn't know what to do with himself, when retired. He'll work until he drops."

"So, why the long face?"

"Yeah, well, you remember my stepmom?"

"Sure, Carol, wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"She was pretty hot back then. Is she still with your Dad?"

"No, she left my Dad eleven years ago, Christmas day, as matter of fact. I caught up with her last night."

"Yeah, so? How is she? Is she still hot?"

The bartender brought over the beers and left.

"She's still hot enough that I had sex with her last night and again this morning."

"Whoa! Seriously? You banged your Stepmom? She must be fifty. What do you suddenly like older women," said Mike with a chuckle, "who are related to you, if only by marriage?"

"Now, that I'm older, 29-years-old, the differences in our ages shrinks in importance. She's forty-seven, but she looks thirty-seven. She still looks good. She still has that smokin' hot ass. Her ass is like a ripe piece of fruit that you just wanna squeeze before taking a bite out of it. I've always loved her ass."

"Yeah, I remember now. I remember her in her two piece bathing suit. Wow. She did have a nice ass," he said giving his hand a shake. "The neighbors hated her, not the guys, just the women. She had a nice little figure on her."

"Yeah, especially in that neighborhood, where most of the women were fat and didn't wear any makeup, she was a shining star."

"I remember now, you used to tell me about her flashing you her panties and bra and you started flashing her your cock. Is that how this all this started, having sex with your Stepmom, from the flashing you and she did, back then?"

"I guess. I dunno. Only, I ran into her on Christmas Eve, yesterday, after not having seen her in eleven years and we had a pleasant evening, that is, until she spanked me," said John with an uncomfortable laugh.

"She spanked you? Your Stepmom spanked you? A grown man? Are you kidding me?"

"Yeah, I mean, no, I'm not kidding you. She spanked me."

"Just kidding around kind of spanking or across her knee walloping?"

"Across her knee walloping and on my naked ass. She made me take off my pants and pull down my underwear."

"Fuck me," said Mike taking a big sip of beer. "This is what stories are written about my friend. You have a story there and I'm so glad you're telling it to me. Damn. I need a smoke."

"It is a long story, but suffice to say, we had sex after she spanked me and later I spanked her."

"You spanked her? On her naked ass, too?"

"Yeah, she didn't think I'd do it. She thought I was joking, but I was serious about punishing her, when she told me what she did. I pulled her down over my knees, pulled her skirt up to her back, pulled down her panties, and slapped her bare, tight, little ass as hard as I could. It made my cock hard doing it and I didn't stop, until she started crying," said John taking a big swallow of beer.

"What did she do that you felt the need to punish her by spanking her? It had to be something really bad."

"After all those years of me feeling guilty and feeling like a pervert, she confessed to me that she had flashed me on purpose. She said she knew I was showing her my cock and she enjoyed the show. She said it was no accident that I saw her naked. She said she allowed me to see her naked. She knew I'd open the door to her bedroom and she was there waiting for me behind the door naked, when I did."

"Holy shit! You never told me you saw your Stepmom naked. Oh, my God. You're such a lucky bastard. Back then, when I was that age, I would have given my right nut to have seen my Mom naked. She was pretty hot herself. You remember my Mom. She had big tits," said Mike holding out his hands in front of his chest.

"Yeah, I remember, we were always staring at your Mom's cleavage and tits, whenever she wore something low cut. As far as Carol, at the time, I was too upset to mention it, I guess. I saw her naked the day she left my Dad and me, Christmas Day, exactly eleven years ago. All this time I felt responsible. I felt that it was my fault she left. I figured I had offended her by always peeping on her, exposing my cock to her, and finally catching her naked. Then, to find out that she had been playing me and using me, while flashing me and allowing me to see her naked, was a huge revelation and a load off my mind and the reason why I spanked her," he said with a little laugh.

"I don't get it. So, what's the problem? You're banging and spanking your flashing Stepmom. That's a good thing, isn't it? I wish I could bang and spank my sister, she's hot. For that matter, I wish I could bang and spank my mother-in-law. She's hot, too, for a mature woman her age. I'd do her, too, if I could."

"I'm not into incest," said John. "Besides, we're not blood related, anyway. If anything it's just frowned upon, a taboo, to do my Stepmom, even if she's no longer with my Dad and hasn't been with my Dad in eleven years and technically is no longer my Stepmom."

"Yeah, well, I'm into incest big time, only, it's just as a fantasy for me. I never did anything like that for real. I'd never actually do it, I don't think, unless it was with my sister and/or mother-in-law, but that's not really incest, is it, having sex with your in-laws? You're not related to them by blood, just through marriage. That's just, like what you said, frowned upon and taboo. Right?"

Suddenly, finding himself to be an expert on the subject, John nodded his head yes.

"I can't imagine having sex with anyone in my family," said John. "I'm not attracted to my cousins in that way."

"If I had the opportunity, I'd definitely do my sister and/or mother-in-law. Only, they'd have to make a pass at me. I'd never make a pass at them. I'd be in divorce court, if I propositioned my sister-in-law and/or mother-in-law. With my luck, they'd tell my wife or she'd find out somehow and I'd be the perverted bastard. They'd never be the perverted bitches."

"There's a big appetite in this country for incest and I really never thought that I was being incestuous with my Stepmom, you know," said John hugging his beer in his hands. "It wasn't like she gave birth to me and was my real Mother. She was just someone my Dad married, my Stepmom."

"I remember reading a story on Literotica, A Christmas To Be Remembered, that some guy wrote, PositiveThinker, was his name. Anyway, he wrote about his four friends gangbanging his wife, sister, and mother-in-law, while he sat in the corner and watched. Wow, let me tell you, that was a hot story. I had to stop in the middle of it for some sexual release, if you know what I mean. Can you imagine the lucky bastard daring to do that? Wow. I jerked off over that story more than a few times. I wonder if that was a true story."

"Yeah, well, it was nothing like that, I can assure you. We just had really hot sex and, as you know, I've always been into my Stepmom, lusted over her for years."

"So, I don't get it. You should be happy, after finally, not only banging your Stepmom but also spanking your Stepmom. I know that I would. I can only imagine how excited I'd be pulling my sister and/or mother-in-law over my knee, pulling up their skirt, pulling down their panty, and slapping their round, naked asses. Oh, my God, what a rush."

"Well, I was happy, walking on air, actually, after leaving her house this morning. I needed to get some air to clear my head. I needed to think. Suddenly, I had a lot to process. Finally bumping into my Stepmom after eleven years, and then to have hot sex with her, the hottest sex I had with anyone, was a bit overwhelming, you know," he said drinking the last bit of his beer.

"Yeah, I can understand how excited you must have been. If seeing Carol again wasn't enough, to have sex with her must have been off the charts exciting. Wow."

"I was wrestling with my indecision, when you saw me. I thought about having a sexual relationship with her and I liked the idea, finally. I mean, I don't have anyone else in my life and I've always been hot for her."

"Yeah, so, go for it," said Mike.

"That's not the problem," said John looking at the bottom of his empty glass. "When I returned a few hours later with a bouquet of flowers that I bought from a street vendor. She didn't know I was coming back. I wanted to surprise her. Only, she surprised me. As I drove down her driveway, there was another car parked by her house. I know I shouldn't have, but I was curious, jealous, actually. I suspected she was with a man."

"Gees, I wish I could smoke in here," said Mike. "This sounds like a story that I'll need a cigarette to more enjoy."

"So, I parked my car at a distance away from her house and walked up to the side and peered in the window to see if I could see who was there. I figured she had a boyfriend and was suddenly saddened that I'd have to vie for her attention with another man in play."

"It'd be funny if it was your Dad."

"It wasn't and that wouldn't be funny."

"Sorry."

"Anyway, I wouldn't begrudge her for having someone in her life. I haven't seen the woman in eleven years. Only, when I looked in the window, she was on her bed naked. I couldn't take my eyes off her body. I hadn't seen her naked in eleven years, since I opened her bedroom door. She still looked as good as I remembered, but for a few extra pounds around her middle and hips, but it looked good on her. She was always too thin before."

"I thought you had sex with her. She wasn't naked when you had sex?"

"Yeah, she was, but that was up close. It was different seeing her from a distance on the bed, while looking through her window without her knowing I was there. It was more erotic watching her through her outside bedroom window, as if we were playing the game of exhibitionism and voyeurism, all over again."

"Shit. I knew I was going to need a cigarette," said Mike patting his shirt pocket.

"Only, instead of a guy, there was a broad with her and she was naked, too."

"Holy shit. Another broad? Oh, my God, John, you hit the friggin' jackpot. A house with two naked broads, something like that happens only once in a lifetime. The reality of what you saw is what every horny guy fantasizes about. I know I do."

"The weird thing was the other woman was my father's old girlfriend, Debbie. I haven't seen her in nearly eleven years, either, but I recognized her. My Dad kicked Carol out for Debbie. At the time, Carol was 36-years-old and Debbie was only 24-years-old. My Dad was 42-years-old."

"I never knew your Dad had it in him. For a guy who was always working, he got around to the ladies, somehow."

"With his blonde hair and blue eyes, my Dad's always been a good looking guy, I guess. They came on to him, no doubt. He didn't start aging, until he started drinking. When I was 18-years-old, Debbie had made a pass at me. She actually came in my room buck naked and climbed in bed with me. After seeing Carol naked, Debbie was the second woman I ever saw naked."

"Stuff like that never happens to me," said Mike. "I can't even get my wife to pose for some candid photos. She thinks that I'll post them on the Internet. I guess she knows me," said Mike laughing.

"Only, I didn't do nothin' with her. I never liked her and liked her even less when she made a pass at me. I told her to get out of my bed and out of my room. I told my Dad and my Dad kicked her ass to the curb. She was a real slut. I used to hear her sucking my Dad's cock every night."

"Bartender, two more," said Mike. John reached in his pocket to pay. "No, this is on me. You just keep talkin'. Damn, I wish I could smoke a cigarette. I'd go through the whole damn pack," he said with a laugh, "with this story."

"So, Debbie sits on the bed and starts making out with Carol. They were feeling one another's breast."

"No fucking way. Dude, this just gets better and better. I can't believe it."

"Yeah, you and me both. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, when Debbie positioned herself between Carols legs and started licking her pussy, while reaching up with her long arms to play with her tits. I noticed that women eat pussy differently than men. After watching Debbie eat Carol's pussy, men just dabble. Women, on the other hand, look like they are really enjoying it. Definitely, they know what to do. She had Carol squirming around the bed in no time. Then, as soon as Carol had an orgasm, she changed positioned with Debbie and Carol was licking her pussy."

"Holy shit, your Stepmom is a lesbo. Wow."

"I left at that point. After having sex with Carol, sex that meant more to me than her, I guess, I couldn't watch her going down on a woman."

"How come nothing like that ever happens to me," said John taking another sip of his beer. "I never would have left that house, if I knew the woman I was with was a dyke. I would have stayed to watch what they did next. Maybe, they used a strap on with one another. At that point, I would have knocked on the door and asked them if they needed the real thing."

"She's not a dyke or a lesbo, at least, I don't think she is. She's just bi-sexual. There's a big difference between a bisexual woman, a lesbian, and a dyke."

"For someone who couldn't even bear to watch, you sure know a lot about women having sex with one another."

"My Stepmom is bi-sexual, seeing that she had sex with my Dad and eleven years later, with me. I guess that would make her bi. She's no dyke, not even lesbian. In my mind a lesbian is a woman who just can't be with a man, would rather die than suck a cock. I mean, I don't care that she's bi or lesbian, but to just have had sex with her and to think that I was going to develop a relationship with her, I dunno. I'm just really fucking confused."

"Dude, you need get your ass back over there. I can't believe you left. You could have what every man dreams of having, a threesome. What does Debbie look like?"

"Actually, she looks better now than she did eleven years ago. Lesbianism must agree with her because at 24-years-old, when she was with my Dad, she was already looking fucked over and skanky. Who knows? Maybe she used drugs back then."

"Yeah, so, I know what Carol looks like or used to look like. What does Debbie look like?"

"She's blonde, pretty, and has big tits. She's 35-years-old and still looks pretty hot. With all her hair, she used to look like an emaciated Farrah Fawcett, but now she looks more like Tuesday Weld from Dobie Gillis, only with bigger boobs."

"Yeah, I remember her. Thalia Menninger was the character she played on the show. I had such a crush on her. She was hot. Man, I would have given anything to bang her, but I've always had the Zelda Gilroy's in my life. If you ever meet Sheila, my wife, don't say nothin', but she's more Zelda than she is Thalia. Hey, now that I think about that show, do you remember that rich guy they had on the show, Chadsworth Osborne, Jr.? He was a hoot."

"I can't believe my Stepmom is a lesbian," said John more preoccupied with his thoughts rather than wanting to talk more about the Dobie Gillis Show. He looked at his friend. "Do you think they turned lesbian after being with my Dad?"

"Nah, a guy can't turn a woman lesbian. Either she is or she isn't. They're born that way. They've done studies."

"So, what do I do now?"

"Dude, I told you what to do," said Mike. "You need to go back there and take me with you. They just might need a second man. I'll be your wingman."

"I can't do that. Besides, I thought you had to get home for Christmas."

"You're right. I do have to get home, but I'm telling you. Go back over there, pretend you don't know about them being lesbians or bi-sexual, whatever, and about what's going on in their little love house. Knock on the door, give her the flowers and maybe they'll ask you to join them for Christmas dinner and a little dessert, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. That's not a bad idea. Not so much for the sex, but to find out if they are living together and if Carol is interested in pursuing a relationship with me. I'm curious now that I saw them together having sex."

After catching up, John left Mike when they finished their second beers. Mike had to hurry home and John had no place to go really. Rather than spend another Christmas alone or watching his Dad fall asleep drunk in his chair, he decided to go back over to Carol's house.

Carol and Debbie were out front hanging a Christmas wreath on the door that had fallen. They stopped to watch him drive down their driveway.

"Johnny," said Debbie, as soon as he got out of the car. She came running over to him, her big boobs bouncing with every step. She looked good from a distance and much better up close. With her long, wild, blonde hair, she looked a little like Daryl Hannah. Whatever she was doing or not doing, drugs, he figured, she looked amazing.

She gave him a hug and he hugged her back. With her big breasts pressed against his chest and their pelvises touching, he had an immediate desire for her. It took all the control he had not to reach down and cup her sweet ass in his hand. She was quite stunning. Seeing her now, he couldn't believe he kicked her out of his bed, out of his room, and was responsible for kicking her out of their apartment. In hindsight, he should have banged her then.

"Hi Debbie, I didn't expect such a greeting after the last time we were together," he said taking a step back. "You look great. What's your secret?"

"I've been clean and sober since your Dad gave me the boot. With Carol's help, I earned my GED and even took some evening classes at the community college. Nothing personal, but my low point was when I climbed in bed with you and was ready to suck your cock. My life had been spinning out of control before that. I was never attracted to your Dad. I was with him for a place to stay. Now, you, on the other hand, were really cute back then and still are. I'd be interested in you," she said giving him a light peck on the lips.




Mrs. Santa Has a Girlfriend



"I'm sorry I ratted you out to my Dad, Debbie. It wasn't so much you, as I was still hurting, especially when Carol left and I was jealous of the relationship you enjoyed with my Dad."

"Relationship? What relationship? I sucked his cock and he fell asleep," she said with a laugh. "Besides, you were so young and, obviously, inexperienced. I scared you. Now, look at you. You're a man and a good looking one at that." She looked to Carol, who was smiling, and then looked back to me. "Will you stay for Christmas dinner?"

"Sure," said John. "I have no place else to go, actually, no place I'd rather be than with family. With my stepmom and you, almost my stepmom," he said with a laugh. "My two Moms."

"You can call me Mommy, if you'd like," Debbie said with a wink. "If that will get your motor going. You can even spank me, too," she said giving him another wink and a sexy smile. "I like being spanked."

Carol must have told her they had sex and that he spanked her. He blushed with embarrassment. He figured Carol had already told Debbie about their little fun time together because Debbie walked with him with her hand in the back pocket of his jeans and now he knew for certain. She was making him horny and he couldn't wait to fondle her big boobs and finger her nipples, while she was on her knees sucking his cock.

Having sex with his two Moms, this could be the best Christmas he ever had.



Mrs. Santa's Little Helper



It is often asked what Mrs Claus gets up to while the big man in the red suit is speeding across the sky in his sleigh, delivering gifts to the children of the world...a few years ago, I had the privilege of discovering the answer to that question.

With the world population rapidly expanding towards eight billion, the traditional elvish labour force had become vastly overworked, and the boss had taken the decision to hire increasing numbers of human employers. At this point, I'd been working for Claus and Sons Ltd. for about five years, being appointed as manager of the distribution arm of the giant North Pole complex. My department had the unenviable task of ensuring that the several billion toys manufactured by the company each year were distributed accurately through two hundred countries; a task carried out in conjunction with the operations division. 

While it is true that Santa himself still delivers several consignments of gifts in person - each year, he assumes responsibility for one of the 'drop zones' - the sheer size of the task facing us each December means that, far from relying on a single sleigh, Claus and Sons now operates veritable Air Force. With over 800,000 tonnes of toys to distribute, the traditional method of transportation would require the services of several million reindeer; instead, we now make use of several hundred high-tech transport aircraft, and rival the USAF in terms of budget and manpower.

Naturally, I assumed that this was going to be a Christmas like any other: the boys in Operations were busy co-ordination the deployment of the squadrons to their rendezvous points, while the Engineering crews had all signed off for some precious down-time. In a few hours, we would see the return of the first wave of transports - which, as always, was being led by Santa himself - and the mechanics wanted to be in top form when they tackled the task of 'mothballing' the aircraft for another year. 

For those of us in Distributions, our role in the night's activities were long over. However, someone had to take care of paperwork; and that someone, unsurprisingly, was me.

Sitting alone in my office in Sector One, North Pole, I gazed out over the frozen arctic tundra, desperately trying to summon up the willpower to tackle the mound of forms which had landed in my in-tray. Don't misunderstand me - I loved working for the Clauses - but the sheer boredom of filling out all of these forms every Christmas Eve, slaving away in an empty office for hours on end, was virtually inescapable. Had there been even one other person in the building, it wouldn't have been so bad, but as far as I could tell, I was totally alone. On the plus side, I could blast out some Christmas songs on the radio without fear of disturbing anyone.

With the first strains of 'Stop the Cavalry,' pouring out of the speakers, I grabbed the first batch of forms from the stack, and gave a heavy sigh as I started to fill in the necessary details regarding the aircraft payloads and deployment plans. Soon, I became totally engrossed in the seemingly endless stream of papers, allowing myself to work on effective autopilot as each background song segued into the next on a seamless playlist. Even Cliff Richard's 'Mistletoe and Wine,' - a song which normally set my teeth on edge - barely caused a pause in my steady pace, and after a couple of hours, the pile in my out-tray finally seemed by far the larger of the two.

As I heard Johnny Mathis beginning to croon forth with 'When a Child is Born,' the need for a break finally filtered through to my cramped limbs. Throwing down my pen and pushing back my chair, I heaved myself wearily to my feet and, with a rather stiff gait, stalked out to the water cooler in the corridor. The rest of the building appeared entirely deserted: there was no sound other than the gurgling of the cooler, and the only light came from the green security sensors in the ceiling. As a result, the pale white walls of the corridor were tinted with a slightly eerie glow, and I found myself humming along to my office radio, half expecting to find someone creeping up behind me.

Suddenly, the almost oppressive silent was broken by approaching footsteps, snapping me out of my nervous reverie and sending me hurrying back to my office. I turned the volume down a fraction and returned to my work, attempting to look as busy as possible, and a few minutes later, was surprised to hear a slightly muffled knock at the door. There, bundled up in a heavy red parka with a high collar and hood, traces of snow still visible on her black leather boots, was none other than Mrs. Claus. As she pulled off her thick, fur-lined mittens and struggled with the buttons on her coat, I struggled to my feet and hurried across the room, setting the heating to maximum.

"Excellent. You're still here." Mrs. Claus panted, hanging her coat on the hook behind the office door. "I was worried that you would have been on your way home by now." She flashed me a smile, settling down into one of the leather armchairs next to the electric heater and stretching her body out in the manner of a cat. As I drained the cup of water that I had brought back from the cooler, I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the fireplace, watching the artificial flames flicker in the gathering darkness, the light reflecting in Mrs. Claus' ice-blue eyes and her long, silver-grey hair.

Although in her early sixties, my boss's wife was certainly by no means ready to give in to the lure of retirement as far as the company was concerned. She was what many might call an 'Amazonian' woman: almost six feet tall, with long arms and legs and a powerful physique, her full curves and ample frame concealing muscles like steel ropes. For years, Mrs. Claus had taken an interest in the details of the firm's operations, frequently working alongside the engineers in the shipyard or lifting and shifting with the crews on the loading docks. Indeed, had this been England rather than the North Pole, you might have expected her to have been a veteran of the rugby field or the hockey pitch.

Given that it was Christmas Eve, I wasn't at all surprised to see that she had chosen to wear a suitably festive jumper - a thick woollen affair in deep crimson, emblazoned with a stylised sleigh, reindeer and santa silhouette picked out in white. It was obvious that she had just come over from the hanger bay, because the jolly design only partially distracted attention away from the fact that it was stretched over the top half of a scarlet and green boiler suit, this having a number of large oil stains visible on the legs from where she had carelessly wiped her hands. 

However, even such utilitarian work attire could not disguise her beautiful figure, and I could feel myself blushing as I gazed across at Mrs. Claus, her face appearing to glow in the artificial firelight. She had clearly spotted what was going on, because her expression softened suddenly, small 'laughter lines' appearing at the corners of her eyes. "Why so nervous?" She asked in a low voice. "We're outside of working hours now. Besides, you know that it's just us here; everyone else is either out on deployment, in mission control, or in bed." Another smile, more soothing this time, spread across her face. "Why not take a break from all that paperwork?"

Unsure of what exactly to make of that statement, I fidgeted in my chair, absent-mindedly scratching behind my right ear. "Maybe you're right Ma'am," I sighed wearily. "I suppose that the rest of those forms could wait until the morning." 

Mrs. Claus fixed me with a steady, almost penetrating gaze. Then she spoke again, her voice half stern, half sympathetic; "I know that you're dedicated to the success of our firm, but honestly, you do push yourself too hard. Just for tonight, put the brakes on, and allow yourself a little breathing space." I found myself nodding automatically: after all, why disagree with the CEO on the subject of stopping work?

A few minutes later, we had relocated to the small canteen at the end of the corridor. I was busily whisking up a batch of steaming hot cocoa while Mrs. Claus raided the cupboards, locating the Accounts Department's secret stash of giant chocolate chip cookies. Having suitably loaded up with goodies, we seated ourselves either side of one of the flimsy aluminium tables, nursing warm mugs between our cold hands, each waiting for the other to be the first to dive into the pile of delicious treats that Mrs. Claus had set down between us. As before, the only sounds were the dull hum of the heating system and my distant office radio.

Just as I raised my mug to my lips and took in a deep draught of the creamy liquid, the sweet warmth spreading out over my tongue and down my throat, I became aware of something moving under the table; something which was, very slowly and deliberately, creeping up my leg. 'A mouse!' I thought, panicking slightly, struggling to keep composed and not spray hot cocoa in the direction of Mrs. Claus, who seemed totally unaware that anything was amiss. As I felt the mouse - or whatever it was - move over my knee and along my thigh towards my crotch, I slowly lowered my mug, withdrew one hand as nonchalantly as possible, and with lightning speed, made a grab for whatever had just danced across my lap.

That was when Mrs. Claus finally lost her composure, attempting to both scream and laugh simultaneously. Not only that, but she slid forwards off her chair, sending her half-full mug flying through the air in a high arc and smashing against the far wall. I had screamed too, but more out of shock and surprise than anything else. As you might have guessed, it wasn't a mouse that I had yanked out from under the table; it was a naked foot with five wiggling toes at one end and the rest of my boss's wife's strong, shapely leg at other. 

For a few seconds, I stared dumbly at the foot, before a hearty cry of "let me go you idiot!" brought me back to my senses. I could still hear her quaking with laughter on the other side of the table, even though she had utterly disappeared from view. Leaping up, I hurried around to the other side of the table and helped Mrs. Claus back into her chair, babbling my apologies as if terrified of being sacked the next day, totally oblivious to the fact that she was grinning from ear to ear and revelling in my confusion. 

"It doesn't take much to get you flustered then?" she chuckled, her broad shoulders and large bosom shaking vigorously as I grew ever more red in the face. "And there was I thinking that you were just a gawky office boy..."

Blushing scarlet, I forced myself to smile as Mrs. Claus once more held my gaze with those ice-blue eyes, which were now flashing mischievously in the dimly-lit canteen. Without a word, she reached out and took one of my still-shaking hands in hers, her fingers gently rubbing my palm and the back of my wrist. Slowly, I allowed myself to relax, following like a lamb while being led back down the corridor, past the open door of my office, and into the inner sanctum of the big man himself. A huge mahogany desk dominated the centre of the room, with a wing-backed leather chair behind it.

With slow, deliberate steps, Mrs. Claus crossed over to the desk and vaulted effortlessly onto it, her agility once again belying her sixty-four years and suggesting a veteran sportswoman rather than the wife of the world's most famous toymaker. Now she was facing me, her long powerful legs dangling over the edge of the desk as she lent back in a nonchalant posture, supporting herself on the palms of her hands. Slowly, a glazed look came over her face, and a slight toss of her head indicated that I should join her. My earlier nerves were now beginning to return, and it was with some hesitation that I moved to stand in front of my host, who seemed to me to exude the hypnotic grace and beauty of a python.

Certainly, her swaying body, silent movements and languid expression were all highly suggestive of a snake, and I had the distinct feeling that I was being sized up for lunch. Suddenly, one of Mrs. Claus' ice-blue eyes opened a fraction and fixed on me, her full, red lips parting as she ran her tongue slowly over them, contemplating what was to be done next. Another slight nod of the head, and I heard a single word, deep and seductive; "kneel." Though I had spoken to my boss' wife many times, this tone was new to me: it was rich, thick, and syrupy, and as if on auto-pilot, I sank to my knees before her, head bowed as if to a queen.

"Very good," she purred, the heavy, velvety tones sending a shiver along my spine. "I can see that I was wise to have chosen you to keep me company tonight." One of Mrs. Claus' naked feet was swinging in front of my face, and I felt her hook her toes under my chin, forcing me to raise my head so that I was once more looking into her eyes. "It's nice to see that you are so 'compliant,' but you really needn't be so shy. After all, I assume that you would like to find out what you're getting for Christmas?" A wicked grin flashed across her face as she rubbed her foot playfully against my cheek, the touch of the smooth skin of her instep causing me to gasp. 

I kept my eyes locked on hers, but remained confused as to what she might mean. "Rather slow on the uptake, aren't we?" I heard her ask in a a slightly sarcastic tone, causing me to once more flush scarlet. "Perhaps if I put it another way, you might understand what I mean." Her foot slipped away from my face and I watched entranced as she slid forward off the desk, stretching herself to her full height so that she towered above me like a female Colossus. Her hands resting on her broad hips, Mrs. Claus stared down at me with those flashing eyes, the crimson sweater stretched taut over her full bosom as it swelled with her deep breathing.

"Put simply," she said slowly, the syrupy tones returning to her voice, "your Christmas present is the chance to spend the rest of the night serving me." My jaw dropped open, causing her to give another fleeting smile. "After all," she mused, "you spend 364 days of the year as one of my husband's 'little' helpers; I think that it's only fair that for one night, I get the opportunity to take advantage of your numerous talents." Without taking her eyes off me, she slowly tugged off the tight sweater, and I let out a moan as her large breasts jiggled and bounced within the confines of the boiler suit, my hands flexing instinctively.

Soon, the sweater had been hurled across the room, and Mrs. Claus had managed to struggle out of her cumbersome work gear; now, she stood before me in nothing but a full-cup bra and 'granny panties.' The satin fabric was a rich plum colour, reminiscent a heavy red wine: although clearly 'functional,' the ensemble was highly arousing, and I prayed that my host had not yet noticed the rather large bulge that was forming in the front of my trousers. The tension was heightened by the gleam of sweat on her creamy-white skin, and a sudden image flashed across my mind; one in which Mrs. Claus' powerful thighs were clamped around my head...

Once again, I had drifted into my own little world, and it was a small cough that finally snapped me back to reality. "I see that we understand each other," she continued, running her tongue over her lips once more for emphasis. "I hope that you can stay as focused on me as you do on your paperwork." Slowly, she bent down so that her heavy breasts swayed tantalisingly above my head, still nestled inside the soft fabric of the bra cups. 

I felt her long fingers stroking my hair and snaking into my beard, gentle pressure indicating that I was to get to my feet. As I rose, my eyes drifted up over Mrs. Claus's Amazonian body, taking in every inch as if viewing a priceless Renaissance statue. Unfortunately, this also emphasised the considerable difference in our heights: at almost six feet tall, my boss's wife towered over me by a good seven inches, and this meant that I was currently pretty much on eye-level with the satin-clad expanse of her bosom.

Although I was on my feet, my host seemed no longer interested in maintaining eye-contact with me: indeed, she seemed content to let me to drink in the sight of her her heaving breasts, and my eyes were now riveted to the shadowy depths of her cleavage. Furthermore, I could clearly see the outline of her turgid nipples, and had I been Superman, I think that my gaze would very well have burned holes in the fabric of the bra-cups. Indeed, so hypnotic was the rhythmic rise and fall that I failed to pay attention to anything that was going on; that is until I felt a strong grip on my bulging crotch and a hand caressing my chest.

The response was immediate. My cock, of course, had already swollen painfully in the confines of my tight suit-pants, but the touch of her hand was enough to bring it to full hardness. I gasped in surprise as Mrs. Claus gave a rather appreciative squeeze, fondling my shaft through the taught material, and heard that deep purr emerging once again from her throat. Teasingly, she grazed her other hand across my nipples before setting to work unbuttoning my shirt, leaning forward to plant a series of soft kisses on my brow as she slid the garment off of my body.

"Very nice." She growled approvingly, sending a blush to my cheeks and a surge of blood to my throbbing cock. "I can see that we're going to have a lot of fun tonight." As the fingers of her free hand raked up my spine, my mind spun with images of what this might mean, but before I had time to focus on any particular scenario, Mrs. Claus seized the back of my head and pulled me sharply forward, burying my face in her ample bosom. The sudden sensation of being half-pillowed, half-smothered in soft, warm breast-flesh made my whole body shiver with excitement, and I began to push eagerly against her hand.

However, I could tell that she was just getting started: those strong fingers had subtly relaxed their grip, and were slowly beginning to massage in time with my thrusts. "My goodness!" I heard her gasp in feigned surprise, "it seems that I've gone and picked up a young man who's on my husband's 'naughty list.' If that's true, then perhaps I shouldn't be letting him play with all of these lovely toys?" Nuzzled as I was between her jiggling mounds, I could only give a soft whimper of protest as the hand was withdrawn from my aching crotch. "Yes..." she mused. "Only good boys get presents from Santa. Naughty boys need to 'earn' their gifts..."

As if to drive home the point, Mrs. Claus delivered a short, sharp smack to my left buttock, causing me to wince in shock and burrow even deeper into the softness of her bosom. "I can tell how much you like it in there my dear," she growled, landing a second blow squarely on my right butt-cheek and grasping it firmly. "But I'm afraid that you won't be unwrapping any more presents until you prove to me that you're a good boy." With one final slap, I was released from the semi-headlock and forced back down onto my knees; on impulse, my hands reached for my belt-buckle, but a sharp tut from Mrs. Claus froze me like a reindeer in the headlights of a motorcar.

"Oh no you don't!" The rich, velvet tones had returned to her voice. "You just leave your big boy where he is for the time being. Besides, I like how snug my little helper's pants are; that bulge looks very tasty..." It sounded as if she was savouring every word, rolling them round in her mouth before allowing them to drip like honey from her lips. She towered above me in the same Amazon pose as before, her crotch only inches from my face: not only that, but there was a distinct damp patch on the front panel of her plum-coloured 'granny panties', and I could clearly smell the heady fragrance of her juices.

"Now then," she whispered deliberately, "it's about time that you got down to business." One hand was once again resting on the back of my head, the other slowly hooking under the waistband of the expansive underpants as Mrs. Claus eased the garment down over her smooth thighs, exposing her moist pussy to my eager eyes. I let out another desperate moan at the sight of the charcoal-coloured bush between my boss's wife's legs, the dark pubic hair flecked with silver-grey; my tongue lolling out as my jaw dropped in surprise, saliva filling my mouth as if I had been presented with a thick-cut steak.




Mrs. Santa's Little Helper



Again, words seemed unnecessary; she simply cast a stern glance down at me, pointed a finger at her crotch, and nodded. With a ragged cry, I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around the top of Mrs. Claus's legs, my hands gripping her broad arse-cheeks and squeezing hard as I plunged my tongue into the furry jungle before me. The coarseness of her pubic hair against my face contrasted wonderfully with the soft, smooth skin of her buttocks beneath my palms, and I began to growl like a wild dog as I lapped up and down her crotch, making sure to pay particular attention to her hard clitoris.

Unfortunately, I had never actually given a woman oral sex before, so I wasn't at all surprised to find that my ministrations were having little to no effect. In spite of my combination of raw energy and unfettered eagerness - a guaranteed winner in any number of porn films - I did not appear to be reducing my boss's wife to a state of incoherent orgasmic bliss. Instead, as the first surge of adrenaline began to subside, the fog of lust was shattered by the realisation that Mrs. Claus had begun to roar with laughter; obviously, my eagerness and lack of finesse were a source of considerable amusement, and this rather stung my pride. 

It seemed that she could sense how desperate I was to please her, and I felt a hand push firmly on the back of my head. "Now then," Mrs. Claus said softly, "it seems that you might be needing a bit of instruction on how to eat pussy." My cheeks once more flushed furiously, my embarrassment causing me to burn with shame. "Don't worry though, your Mistress is going to show you exactly how to make her big kitty purr!" At the sound of the word 'Mistress,' my rock-hard cock, still straining against the confines of my work pants, gave another painful twitch, my hips involuntarily thrusting forwards. All I could think about was fulfilling Mrs. Claus's every desire and making her cum over and over again.

It seemed that she could sense this as well, because my face was slowly pulled away from her crotch, causing me to whimper like a scolded puppy. Placing both hands on either side of my head, she tilted it back so that I was once more looking into her sparkling eyes. "Don't worry," she whispered, giving her shoulders a little shake and causing her heavy tits to bounce inside her bra, "before I'm finished you'll be drowning in my juices! You just have to follow my lead: feel your way, don't think too hard." With that, my head was pulled forward again and buried between those creamy, muscular thighs, and her warm, musky scent hit me like a hammer.

For a few seconds, I couldn't figure out what to do, so I decided to just 'follow the leader,' and resumed the simple strategy of running my tongue up and down Mrs. Claus's outer lips, gently fondling her soft buttocks as I did so. Pressing against the back of my head, she encouraged me to slow down and settle into a rhythm, and her laughter quickly became punctuated by a series of sharp gasps and squeals. "That's better!" she cried, pushing her hips forward to increase the pressure on my lips and tongue, "just keep lapping away at my kitty. You're doing a great job."

Anyone looking in on the scene at that moment would have caught sight of Mrs. Claus tossing back her head and furiously groping her heavy breasts through the fabric of her bra, squeezing them hard with her free hand as she kept my face clamped tight to her pussy. Gradually, I began to sweep my tongue across her lips with broader, firmer strokes, ending each sweep with a gentle teasing flick over her bulging clitoris. This drew a long, ragged moan from the depths of Mrs. Claus' heaving chest, and I felt her grip shift as she urged me to suck.

Once more, I was only too eager to oblige, but this time, I was conscious of the need to heed her commands. Rather than diving in like a starving wolf, I decided to take my time, kissing her bushy pubic mound and pressing my tongue hard against her labia before taking the fat head of her clitoris between my lips and setting up a gentle, rhythmic sucking. This time, I could tell that I was doing something right, because Mrs. Claus was practically fucking my face, grinding herself against me as I felt her juices run down my chin and neck. 

Suddenly, she released her hold on my head and seized my left wrist, pulling my hand off of her buttock and guiding it round to the top of her soft inner thigh. "Get those fingers inside me boy," she growled, a slight note of menace in her voice. "I want you to imagine how nice it would feel to have your hard cock inside me." A wild, animal passion had taken control of my boss's wife now, and this new tone of voice gave me the distinct impression that failure to comply might lead me to be crushed in the python-like grip of her thighs.

Without stopping my firm sucking of her clit, I pushed my three middle fingers between her lips, thrusting them in and out of her in long, fluid strokes. As I had expected, she was by no means tight, but the warm, wet walls of her vagina were still as soft as velvet, and I could still feel the muscles clamping down on my probing digits as I slowly quickened my pace. Mrs. Claus's breathing was becoming ever more ragged, and I desperately sought her g-spot, squeezing and slapping her arse with my right hand and showering kisses all over her crotch and the soft silky skin of her inner thighs.

She was absolutely right though. As much as I longed to feel her body wracked by orgasm after orgasm, the pain of my cock as it strained against the fabric of my trousers was now almost too much to bear. Once again, my hips began to buck involuntarily, and I found that I was thrusting in time with my fingers; I was indeed imagining that it was my dick, not my digits, that were buried to the hilt inside that delicious pussy. My Mistress could sense it too, and with another low groan, she grabbed hold of one of her huge breasts in each hand, kneading them like dough as she tumbled over the edge of a shuddering climax.

As promised, I found myself being drenched by a torrent of fluid, but as I pulled my fingers from between Mrs. Claus' lips, I found myself having to fling both arms around her lower back as her knees promptly gave way. She was panting hard with the force of her orgasm, but somehow kept her balance, staggering backwards putting her hands out on the desktop to support herself. "Fuck that was good!" she gasped, gazing down at my damp face and flashing a broad smile. "You certainly are a very quick learner."

Once again, I found myself blushing as I staggered to my feet, reaching out towards her with my arms spread wide. Sensing my urgency, Mrs. Claus leaned forward and pulled me to her in a warm embrace, letting me nuzzle myself into the soft swell of her breasts. "Please Mistress," I cried, almost sobbing with desire. "Please may I play with these beautiful tits? They're so huge and soft." I hadn't even noticed her reaching down to fondle my straining cock, but the touch of her long fingers on the sensitive head, even through the front of my trousers, sent a shiver down my spine.

"Do you really like them?" Mrs. Claus smiled, feigning surprise. "I would have thought that a young man like you would have been chasing after someone your own age." There was an almost motherly tone to her voice now; the wild beast appeared to have been tamed by her orgasm. 

"Who cares about how old you are?" I cried out, unable to disguise my desperation and arousal. "You've got some of the most gorgeous tits that I've ever seen. I want to worship you like a Goddess!" So saying, I ran my tongue along her cleavage and began kissing all over the lace-covered mounds, even risking a nibble on her hard nipples, both of which were almost poking through the fabric.

Mrs. Claus gazed down at me, rubbing my cock almost absentmindedly. "You horny little devil!" she purred, tousling my hair as if I were a troublesome child. "It looks like you really love being in there with my girls." While I buried my face in her warm flesh, revelling in the sense of being smothered between the two pillowy mounds, I could feel my Mistress stroking my hair with her free hand, murmuring incoherently but in a way that left me feeling very relaxed. I began to growl softly, nuzzling into her soft body, silently pleading. Mrs. Claus felt the urgency in my movements, and gave my crotch another hard squeeze.

"Very well you dirty boy," I heard her whisper. "Since you were such a good little helper when you made your Mistress's pussy cream, I suppose that it's only fair that you get to open your present." Unable to speak, I placed a kiss on the top of each heaving breast, swiftly unclasping the beautiful full-cup bra and watching in awe as she stepped back to let the garment fall to the floor. In spite of her age, Mrs. Claus' huge tits were still very full, and the fact that they sagged down towards her belly only emphasised the beauty of their size and weight.

Entranced, I reached out and hefted one of the heavy mounds on both hands, massaging the warm flesh as I inclined my head and started to kiss around the large, dark areola. Her nipples were still nice and hard, reminding me of ripe cherries, and on hearing my Mistress start to moan again, I latched on and sucked like a hungry baby. Mrs. Clause cradled my head in her hand, encouraging me to take more of the nipple between my lips, but I could also feel her free hand unbuckling my belt and unfastening my trousers. 

Finally, she tugged them down around my ankles and reached inside my tight y-fronts, pulling my stiff, throbbing cock free from it's long confinement. While I could not profess to be the most endowed man on the planet, I still considered to be a good size, and Mrs. Claus seemed to agree, giving me a few teasing pumps. I groaned madly into her bosom, gently kneading the soft flesh of the breast as I sucked hard on the fat nipple that was trapped between my lips. I was acting on instinct, almost as if I was trying to draw milk out from her huge teat, and I felt the pressure on the head of my cock increase ever so slightly.

"Tell me." I heard Mrs. Claus whisper through the fog of my arousal. "Does my little helper want his Mistress to make his lovely big cock explode? I think he'd enjoy having a nice hard cum while he sucks on my huge tits." My mind was spinning, but I nodded urgently, letting go of her breast with one hand and reaching down to my crotch, my hand joining hers. "In that case," she purred, "you're going to have to stop a moment so that we can get comfy." I obeyed at once, and Mrs. Claus helped me to climb on top of the big desk, where I lay down with my rampant cock now pointing to the heavens.

Her eyes seemed to be burning into my crotch. "I can tell that you like the sound of that." she continued, "but I think I've got a way to make you cum even harder than usual." Feeling somewhat wary, I watched as Mrs. Claus walked around to the other side of the desk, opened one of the drawers, and drew out a small silver butt-plug. Though I had limited experience with sex toys, I could tell that this one was a vibrating model, and could also hazard a guess at what my 'Mistress' had in mind even before she began to suck on it to provide lubrication.

"This," she announced, pulling the rubber phallus from her mouth with a loud pop, "is going into your lovely arsehole. The vibrations will heighten your orgasm by giving your prostate a nice massage while I stroke you off." As she ran the tip of the toy down the length of my cock, I lifted my hips almost involuntarily, and Mrs. Claus slowly eased it between my buttocks, pushing gently at my anal sphincter. "Just relax," she murmured, stroking my hair. "It's only a small one. If you take it easy, it'll slide right in there." 

The shaft of the toy was slightly conical in shape, and as I became accustomed to the new sensation, I felt it fit comfortably in place. The vibrations certainly were stimulating: the rhythmic pulses seemed to move in waves right through my pelvis, causing my cock to twitch. It seemed as if something was buzzing away right inside my aching balls, and a soothing feeling began to spread through me as I allowed my weight to settle on the plug, pressing the tip against my prostate. Seeing that I was in position, Mrs. Claus leaned over and planted a tender, lingering kiss on my lips, cupping my face in both hands and pushing her hot tongue into my mouth.

I felt a low moan escape from my throat at the touch of her nails starting to rake over my chest and stomach, and without looking, I knew that she was reaching out to fondle my aching balls. As her long fingers closed around my sack, slowly massaging me and making my dick throb even harder, I put out both hands and silently begged to be allowed to carry on playing with her heavy bosom, which now swayed tantalisingly above my head. The vibrations inside my arse were only increasing my arousal, and I could feel myself clenching involuntarily, gripping the buzzing shaft as I continued to hump up and down.

Seeing my desperate reaction, Mrs. Claus gave me a wry smile. "I think someone needs my big titties in his face!" She purred, shifting so that the soft mounds nestled in my palms, the fat nipples hardening at my touch. 

Giving her warm flesh an eager squeeze, I gazed up into her face. "Please!" I begged, "I've always longed to be smothered between your bountiful boobs. They're just so soft and heavy, and those nipples look so lovely and suckable!" 

Mrs. Claus started to quake with laughter. "You really are a sweet little boy. I think I'm going to enjoy seeing how hard I can make you cum." So saying, she started to pump my cock with long, firm strokes, and I began to lift my hips up to meet her.

"Such a yummy dick!" she cooed, slipping her free hand between her legs and rubbing her still-hard clit. "I want to see you shoot your hot load for your Mistress." Groaning madly and humping her hand, I let go of her heaving breasts and felt them smack into my face, burying me in her cleavage. While this made breathing somewhat difficult, I didn't care; instead, I threw my arms around Mrs. Claus' body so that I could pull myself right into her. 

With my hips bucking wildly, I sought out one of her dark areoles, taking the hard teat between my lips and sucking earnestly. I could hardly bear the barrage of sensations that was assaulting my body at that moment: the gentle purr of the vibrator in my arse, the huge mound of breast flesh in my face and the hard, firm strokes of Mrs. Claus hand on my shaft were working together to turn me into a moaning wreck. Groaning loudly into her soft flesh, I could feel my orgasm building, and I thrust my hips forward to meet each loving stroke on my throbbing cock, bouncing up an down on the dildo as I did so. 

Pulling my head away from her breasts, I gazed up into Mrs. Claus's shimmering eyes. "Oh Mistress!" I pleaded, a note of urgency in my voice. "I need to cum so badly!" She smiled down at me, urging me towards the brink. 

"Let it go baby." She growled at me. "Show me how nice my hand feels on your big fat cock. I want you to give me a nice big sticky load while you're enjoying my fat titties." Her strokes were becoming more urgent now, and I could feel from the way that her bosom was jiggling in my face that my Mistress was fingering herself to another climax. "That's a good boy!" she murmured. "Worship my huge boobs. You're sucking them so well." 

I gave a long low moan, pushing my face deep into her flesh and flicking my tongue over the hard nipple. Then, with a loud cry, I pulled my head away from the massive breast, staring up at Mrs. Claus as my orgasm hit. 

My cock twitched and pulsed beneath her fingers as she aimed it towards my head, and a stream of cum sprayed onto my heaving chest and belly. "Oh fuck!" I gasped, still fondling her swaying mounds with both hands. "That was amazing." She did not appear to have heard me: the sight of my writhing body had pushed her into the throes of her own climax, and she collapsed heavily on top of me, leaving us both panting for breath.

After recovering her composure, Mrs. Claus heaved herself off of my prostrate body, strands of my hot spunk having been smeared across her plump belly. As she rubbed the sticky mess into her skin with one hand, she reached beneath my still-writhing buttocks and pulled the vibrating plug from my arse. "Well," she sighed, wiping the toy over with a cloth and replacing it in the drawer. "It seems that my little helper enjoyed having a toy inside his cute tushie." 

I had slid off of the desk now, bracing myself against the edge as I gazed lovingly into her eyes, nodding dumbly as the adrenaline seeped out of my system. "Thank you Mistress!" I sobbed, cursing the post-coital adrenaline crash. "That really was wonderful." 

Mrs. Claus smiled gently, all trace of the 'animal' having disappeared. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself dear." she replied, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a long, warm hug, her still-heaving breasts squashing up against my chest. "It's time for us to go and get cleaned up before my husband gets back from the drop zone, but I hope that this won't be the last time that you help me out at the office." 

Sliding her hands up into my hair, she pulled me in for a long, deep kiss, and we both moaned as our tongues slid over each other, neither of us wanting to break the connection. However, I gave Mrs. Claus's butt-cheek a gentle squeeze, reminding her of what she had just said, and she released me from her grasp, allowing us both to set about the task of retrieving our clothes from the four corners of the office. Finally, we walked together in the direction of the staff changing rooms, pausing in the corridor to share one last embrace and wish each other a 'Merry Christmas.'

As I said, this was only my first experience with Mrs. Claus; as it turned out, I was to become much more than just a 'one off helper.' But that's a story for another time.



Mrs. Scott



When I was 15, I used to mow the Scott's lawn. He was a retired cop, in his seventies and she was a housewife, maybe in her mid-forties. Their daughter was grown and gone. Mr. Scott had had two heart attacks and was physically feeble, although his mind was sharp. He would invite me to eat lunch with him. I'd enjoy a sandwich and his cop stories, along with the view of Mrs. Scott.

She was not a raving beauty, but she was intriguing. Perhaps five foot eight or so. Not thin, but certainly not heavy by any means. She had a pleasant face and a crisp New England manner about her. She kept her brown hair wrapped up in a twist. I think I didn't really ever take a good look at her until I had been working for them a couple of summers. It was strange to feel myself assessing her body like I did the girls my own age at school. Few of them interested me. And the prettiest girls wouldn't be caught dead talking to me. I just wasn't in their league. But as I looked at Mrs. Scott as she turned and walked around the kitchen seeing to our lunch, I noted her nice legs in those tight slacks. Not a girl's behind or legs, a woman's, with a little meat on the bones. Maybe she wasn't as toned and tight, but she was full and round, soft and sensuous. She often wore pullover sweaters of thin wool or cotton. And I had to exercise my well-practiced skill at stealing a gaze at a nice set of tits and not getting caught. Mrs. Scott's tits were full, but not huge, a nice handful. And she always wore a noticeable brassiere, one of those heavy white ones with wife straps and lacey front. Not tawdry, but functional. And it held her twin handfuls high and tight on her chest. Overall, although I had thought of her as no more than a suburban past-her-prime housefrau for a long time, now that I looked at Mrs. Scott, I found her attractive, sexy, an object for fantasy. 

At the end of that summer, I moved away. I don't even think I said good-bye to the Scotts. Why would I? They were the old couple next-door. Folks I had earned a few bucks from. And I was off to bigger and better.

Fast-forward through high school and college and I find myself knocking around my old hometown while my resumes make the rounds and I hope for a career. I was taking some time to relax and my mom suggested I go over and see Mrs. Scott. Mr. Scott had died and she was carrying on alone, still in the old house next-door to where we used to live. I drove over, thinking more about what I was going to do afterward than about what I was going to say or how my chat with Mrs. Scott would go. 

I knocked on the door and she opened it almost immediately. And we were face to face. You know that funny reaction you get when you see someone you haven't seen in years? At first you recognize exactly who it is and you react, for a split-second, like you just saw them yesterday. Then your brain takes over and tells you it can't be that person because they haven't been around and then double-clutches when it realizes what your eyes are telling it. It makes you shake your head and adjust the focus of your eyes. Well, we both did that. And then she smiled warmly, opened the screen door that separated us and gave me a very maternal hug. 

As we sat on the screened-in back porch, the memory of those long-ago summer days toiling away for money for movies, a camera, baseball cards. We talked about Mr. Scott. She was well over his death, but wistful at the memory. She talked about how much older he was than she, how limited their relationship had been. Their daughter kept them together. And they did love each other. His age and illness had robbed him of any sex drive when their daughter was still young. Mrs. Scott had been without it for most of her adult life. It occurred to me that we were talking about some pretty personal stuff. And she must have seen it in my face. She changed the subject to me and my life. 

She seemed interested in how things had gone for me at school and what my plans were. She asked about my love life. I took it as a joke, but when she heard I wasn't seeing anyone she seemed concerned. I guess she felt the need for others to have what she never really did, physical love. She asked me about my last girlfriend. It was casual conversation until she asked if I'd had sex with her. I tried not to act shocked, but I know I reacted visibly, but quickly told her that I had. I sensed that this was a real opportunity. 

I took a chance and turned the tables. If she hadn't had sex in so long, what did she do about her desire, I asked.

"I masturbate almost every day in the shower, with a handspray."

My eyes drank in the sight of her as she said those words. All these years later, she must have been in her early sixties, she had barely changed. Her face had deeper lines, a few of them. But she was still pretty to look at. And she still wore those tight sweaters and slacks. And her body hadn't changed at all, and the memories were as clear as ever suddenly. I had jerked off dozens of times to the thought of Mrs. Scott when I was younger. I had a thing for tits and hers were the biggest, nearest ones in my world. I was just a typical, horny teenager. 

I became aware that Mrs. Scott had stopped talking. I was staring at her chest. I looked up and she was watching me, smiling. When I started to panic, her smile widened and I noticed she was staring at the tent my cock was making in my loose-fitting pants.

"It's been a very long time since I saw a hard-on. That's what I think about when I use the handshower." She reached out and placed her hand over the head of my cock, through boxers and the cotton pant leg. She squeezed carefully, like she didn't want to be too rough. She gazed at what her hand was holding and, without looking up, took one of my hands and put it on her breast. My cock twitched and Mrs. Scott stroked her hand up and back along the outline of my rock-hard cock. My hand encompassed the breast, bound as it was under her utilitarian bra. I ran my thumb across where her nipple would be under the lace and nylon.

I kissed her on the lips. She warmed to the taste of a man. Her lips parted and she kissed as if she had been dreaming of it for twenty years. We were both getting very warm. She breathed deeply and stood. Her hand pulled away from my cock and she took my hand that had just released her breast and led me to her bedroom.

She sat me on the edge of her bed and began to take her clothes off. She stripped that sweater over her head. And, just like in the movies, she reached up with both hands and removed a hairpin and tumbled down cascades of shoulder-length brown hair, interlaced with some gray. She put a hand on my shoulder as she pulled the slacks down. And she stood before me in her bra and panties. Not Victoria's Secret stuff either, but nothing could have been sexier to me right then. I pulled my shirt off and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants as I sat there watching her. I stood up and let the pants fall. I stepped out of them and I was right up against her. I looked down into her eyes. As much as she wanted this, she needed it more. I sat back down, my cock creating a wet spot against my boxers. I wanted to take this in at eye level. Mrs. Scott reached behind herself and unhooked that big bra. She shrugged slightly and it dropped away from her breasts. I followed the bra as it slid from her arms, then looked up at her, standing there. The breasts I had dreamed about so often, so long ago were perfect orbs of white, with almost no sag, standing out from her chest. Each fulsome breast was tipped with a coral-pink nipple, small and stiff as my cock. Each nipple stood out from taut wrinkled aureole barely much wider than the nipples themselves. I reached out and caressed the breast nearest me. Its warmth and fullness was remarkable. I pulled my hand away as she pushed her panties down and stood before me nude. Her pubic triangle was covered with tawny little curls, interspersed with gray. She looked incredible. I wanted to fuck her so bad. For so many reasons, in so many ways, I needed it. She needed it. But it wasn't lost on me that this was something special. And I owed it to this wonderful lady to make this memorable.

I stood again and pulled my boxers down and stepped out of them. Now we were both naked. Her hand closed around my cock. She stroked it up and down gently. 

"What do you like your women to do?" she asked. 

I wondered what she meant. She was serious. Maybe she wanted to know what was expected of her. Or maybe she wanted to know if I was into kink. Or maybe she was asking what sex act I wanted her to do for me right then. And her hand's pressure on my shaft wasn't helping me think any clearer. 

"I like my women to enjoy themselves. If they get off really hard, I like that. Nothing turns me on like a woman who has let go of her self-control. I like my women to be real, use real words, to ask for what they want, no matter what it is, even if they think I might say no. I like my women to do anything I ask, as long as they really, really want to. So, we have to be open and honest and say and do just what we want. OK? That's what I want. 

"Would you like to feel me sucking your cock?" she asked.

"Suck it, Mrs. Scott. Suck it all and neatness doesn't count."

She knelt between my knees and I leaned back on some pillows. I had a perfect view. She held my cock in her left hand and stroked it as she tilted her head a bit and engulfed my cockhead in her mouth. She released her grip on my cock and reached under to cup my heavy balls. Her mouth now controlled everything. She twisted and pumped her mouth and her head, using her lips and tongue all together. She was savoring every sensation so much. And I felt it. Her touch was electric. Her mouth was so warm, hot even. And wet. She had taken to heart my words about neatness not being important. Almost as soon as she had begun sucking, her warm, slick saliva had begun to drip and drool down her chin and cheeks and neck. Some of the strands hung down like liquid icicles, swaying with her movements. The thick strands sometimes dripped down onto her fine white breasts. I couldn't resist reaching down to cup a perfect orb and rub the thick wet spit into the tit. I felt her nipple like cut stone burn into my palm. I wanted to devour those sweet tits, but I wanted her to suck my cock more.

"Suck it all the way down." I said without thinking. I wondered how she would react. 

"I've never tried to deep throat a cock. Is that the ultimate?" she asked, her fist, well lubed by her spit and my copious pre-cum pumping the length of my penis with smooth twisting strokes.

"It is unlike any other feeling. And I love the way it looks to see a bitch sucking at my pubes, my root buried down her throat. I love to think it might gag her, but she wants it so bad, she does it anyway. And I love it when I look 'em in the eye while they have it all the way down their gullet." I laughed. Where was this tough-guy bullshit coming from?

"I want you to fuck my throat if I can get you down." With that she pulled her hair back over her shoulders and dove down on my cock, twisting and screwing it deeper and deeper. The sounds of her slurping and gasping and snorting trying to figure out how to breathe and swallow and still suck my cock down her throat, were incredible. Soon she had gotten into a rhythm of pushing down on my cock with her mouth, breathing in through her nose and kind of swallowing. Then she'd repeat that. She easily downed all but the last inch. She twisted around so I could look her in the eye. She closed her eyes for a second and breathed in. Then she opened her eyes and gave me a look I will never forget. Then she opened her lips and reached out with them, sharply shoving my cockhead an inch deeper into her throat. Her reaction was immediate. A strong guttural growl was forced out of her by the thrust and she gagged convulsively. Spit flew from around where her mouth had sealed around my cock. She started to pull back to relieve the choking as a deep gurgle of reflexive gagging shook her. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and she sucked in suddenly and swallowed. I felt her mouth and throat massage my entire cock. She moaned. Tears escaped the corners of her eyes. She pumped up and down the full length of my cock from tip to base. Her spit and drool dripped down to my ass. As her hand cupped and massaged my balls, her fingers worked the dripping viscous syrup into my asshole with a finger tip. I could so easily relax and blow my cumwad down her throat, I thought. But she wanted me to fuck her throat.

I pushed her back as I stood, but she never released my cock from her mouth. I positioned myself with one foot up on the bed and the other on the floor. I braced her against the bed, kneeling and facing me; I wanted to fuck her throat hard.

She gulped at my cock, but I took her head in my hands, softly at first, but then quite roughly and positioned her so I could just pump my hips and fuck her face without worrying. I gave her a second and then I started fucking her mouth furiously. You could hear the air being forced into her throat as I pistoned my shaft in and out. Her cheeks would bulge and her throat would open. The muscles in her neck were straining to hold her throat open. I thrust deeply in, all the way. Mrs. Scott slapped my ass and grabbed it, raking her nails into my flesh. She shoved a finger deep up my ass. And that triggered the flood. I have never felt the cum explode from deep in my balls like that. It coursed up and out. I knew from experience that this was the thick, white ropes of spunk that can shoot three or four feet. But it was all being pumped down my old neighbor's throat. I didn't give a thought to how she would deal with a monster cum load down the throat on her first deepthroating. I heard her gulping and gagging and slurping and licking. When she finally pulled away, as my cock's spasms were dying, she had a mouthful of cum and her lips and face were covered with our love slime. Spit, cum, pre-cum. She looked me in the eye and swallowed deliberately. She tasted the cumwad I had just blown. And she slowly licked up all the spit and cum and drool that had dripped all over her face and neck and tits. She licked my cock and balls and asshole clean. She gave extra attention to my shitter and noted that my cock twitched and started to show signs of life when her tonguetip dipped inside.

"Lay back, Mrs. Scott. I want to take you somewhere special." She lay back on the pillows, her legs draped across my shoulders as I knelt beside the bed. I had total access to her pussy and ass. And a super view of those tits, the soft white underside, so smooth and warm. Mrs. Scott was twisting and pulling on her nipples. I wanted to blow her head off her shoulder with so many mind-bending orgasms. So many years she had been without. So many times I had jerked off thinking of fucking her tits or cumming on her face. 

If there's one thing in this world I know how to do, it's eat pussy. I love to do it and I love to see the reaction I get. It makes me feel like such a stud to have a woman at my mercy. I can make her scream or I can prolong the agony, drag it out. I love that. Mrs. Scott had creamy smooth white thighs. They felt like silk against my face. I approached her pussy low and let her feel my warm breath on it. I brushed her pubic hair with my lips. I nuzzled against the warm tangle of hair and then opened my lips and rubbed against her pussy. The lips seemed to part on their own. I pushed my tongue out to taste the wetness and feel the warmth directly. Mrs. Scott moaned and arched her back. If this was sending her over the edge, what I had in mind might kill her, I thought. I kissed and sucked at her out lips and vulva. I love to just rub my face in it. Then I push up and engulfed her mound in my opened mouth. I could hold her lips open with my lips and use my tongue to explore from her clit to her opening and lower. But I wanted to suckle her lips themselves. I took each between my lips in turn and sucked gently. I even gnawed very, very lightly on them. But what got her off was sucking both lips in my mouth at once and running my tongue between them up to her clit. I did this a few times and she exploded. Her stomach contracted so tightly. Her body curled up as she clenched her eyes tightly and seemed to shake bodily in spasms. For my part I kept my mouth over her mound and my tongue still between her cuntlips. I let her orgasm die down. I noticed that my face was soaked and my chin was dripping. And I tasted something different. My mouth was full, not just of my saliva and some pussy juice. There was a significant amount of a slightly bitter salty liquid. Mrs. Scott had come in my mouth. I swallowed her load. How exciting! I had always dreamed of a squirter. I'd even rented videos of women who ejaculated a clear fluid. I wasn't sure it was for real. But Mrs. Scott was.

I very gently moved lower, away from her clit. I knew she would be hypersensitive and I didn't want to stop eating pussy yet. 

I shoved my tongue deliberately into her cunthole. She wriggled and moaned again. I drove my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could. I thrust it in and out and tried to simulate a proper fucking rhythm and variation of depth and angle. But my tongue was tiring and I didn't want to open her up too much yet. I moved up slowly toward her clit. I pushed back her lips with my lips and began to flick and encircle her clit. I used every trick I knew to stimulate the little love nub. I sucked it like a nipple. I used indirect pressure. I teased and massaged. Finally, I sucked the area around her clit into my mouth gently and became to use my tonguetip across her clit tip. That did it. Mrs. Scott erupted in another orgasm. Her hands clawed at my head, holding it in place so she could grind her pussy on my face. Then she started slapping my head. She was still cumming and she was almost out of her mind. I pulled off her cunt and she screamed and tensed and her cunt squirted a fountain of droplets of her cum all over my face. I licked it up and lapped my tongue from her cunthole up to her clit. She reached down and slapped my wet face again and again. She was almost in hysterics cumming. It didn't hurt but she was slapping me pretty hard. I was so turned on. This old lady was a wild bitch in heat. 

I pushed her back on the bed and climbed up between her legs. I cupped her asscheeks in my hands and squeezed them. Her hand guided my cock to the entrance of her sopping wet cunt. She was licking her spew from my face and kissing me as I shoved in. She was tight. Very tight. Her pussy was tight and wet and hot and it seemed alive. So many women think they have control of their pussy muscles. But mostly it's nothing I could ever feel. But Mrs. Scott could make her pussy ripple and massage my cock. I've never felt anything like it. I wanted to pump her good and long and really make her feel totally fucked. I had cum a little while ago, so I knew I would have pretty good control for a while. 

Once she got used to taking a pumping on her back, I pulled out and rolled her over. I let her legs hang off the bed and I sort of leaned behind her and fucked her from behind against the mattress. I was giving it to her deep. I wanted to hurt her with my cock. I was slamming her. I pulled out and slapped her ass hard. I really laid into her, leaving red handprints and even a welt. I roughly lifted up her hips so she was kneeling on the edge of the mattress, her ass in the air and her shoulders on the bed. I stood behind her and fucked her doggie. Her tight cunt and the view I had was such a nice combination. She was looking back at me as I fucked her. I pulled almost out so I could see her cuntjuice gleaming on my shaft.

Her puckered asshole was right there. I really wanted to fuck it. I was out of my mind. I pulled myself together. I knew I could rip into her ass if I wanted, but I was supposed to be giving this old gal something she needed, not indulging my dominant side, even if she was obviously into it. 




Mrs. Scott



"Have you had enough cock, baby?" I asked. 

"Oh, that is what I've dreamed of, without really knowing it, all these years. I wish I could have that always, but I don't think I could take it. Too intense. Did I hurt you, dear?"

"No," I laughed. I thought I might have hurt her. "Are you ok?"

"Yes. Better than in many years. But you still have a load for me, don't you?"

"Where do you want it, Mrs. Scott?"

"When you used to work for us, and you went home, at night, when you thought of me and jerked off your cock, where did you dream of cumming on me then?"

She had read my mind. Or figured out the obvious. Either way it was perfect.

"I used to finish by fucking your tits and coming on your face."

"On my face? Not in my mouth?"

"Some on, some in. Tell me this. Do you want me to shoot my come all over your face, in your mouth, everywhere?"

"Yes. I do."

"Well, when I get close, and start cumming, tell me so. Tell me to cum on you in the dirtiest words you can think of. Get me off with your filthy words. Talk like a whore, like you're my whore, my cheap slut-whore. Ok?"

Mrs. Scott smiled slyly. She knew what this bad boy wanted. She didn't answer. She just pushed herself back on the bad and cupped her tits and pushed them together. What an invitation.

"Come fuck my titties, young man. Lay your hard cock right here and pump these old tits. You used to stare at these old boobs of mine, didn't you? I used to see you looking at them. And you used to jerk this hunk of meat thinking about doing this, didn't you?"

She took my cock in her hand and spit on it and rubbed the spit on my cock and then laid it in the valley between her tits. She pushed the mounds together. I pumped my hips in a slow deliberate motion. I wouldn't need much more. Those tits felt like butter. So smooth. So warm. 

"Fuck mommy's tits, baby." She said. Her eyes were closed. She was enjoying her own scene. There was a rosy glow on her face and chest. Was she coming? I pumped her jugs good. I felt the soft flesh yield as my stiff rod pumped. She was squeezing them tight and gasping. She was coming. I reached back and shoved a finger into her pussy, curling my finger, I found her g-spot and she gushed a torrent of the thin sticky juice on my hand. I tasted it and then wiped it on her tits. The additional lubrication changed the feel of her tits and the change brought me to the edge of my nut. And she knew it. 

"You got a big cumwad for mommy? I want to you pump your cum on me. Shoot that shit in my face. Cover me in it. I want to see your cum pumping into my face, in my mouth. Cum on your whore. Give me all your nasty cum. Empty your fucking balls on me."

She knew just what to say. As she said this, she reached down and took my stiffy in her two hands and pumped and milked a shattering load from deep in my balls. I screamed and convulsed. All the while I was cumming, she was continuing her filthy whore-talk and smiling up at me. In fact the image that's burned into my memory is of her sweet motherly face smiling up at me, covered with sweat and cum and spit. She had a big glob of spunk on one eye. It was in her beautiful hair. She licked it up and swallowed it drop by drop. Finally, we lay together. I didn't know what to say or do. 

But she was wise.

"I know you are wondering what to say and do. Thank you for today. I'll be here, probably until I die. I don't want to find another partner. I'm happy with my memories. I hope I gave you a good memory today. We can make more, but I suspect you have a life ahead of you that will include a lady more your age. In the meantime, I'm here. Whenever you like. No strings. No pressure. Enjoy."



Mrs. Scott's Ordeal



Mrs. Scott and I had met through the internet. We had spoken over the phone several times, chatted a bit online, and had decided to arrange a meeting. I am a professional Dom, and she had sought out my services. She was an older girl, in her mid-40s, and seemed to be having some kind of mid-life crisis. Her children were grown up, her husband having an affair and doing little to hide it, and she was lacking any real direction or inspiration.

She had discussed with her husband that she didn't want to go through any messy breakups. It would be hard for the family and their kids, and they had a comfortable living arrangement that she didn't want to ruin. The fact that he was getting some on the side meant that she was free to look for whatever she could find too. Trouble was, she had no idea what she was looking for or how to find it. 

It had been a little over a year with her husband banging his trophy-bitch, and Mrs. Scott hadn't found anyone to play with. She had tried the bar scene, and found out how much that had changed in over twenty years. She had tried internet dating sites, but no one seemed to be interested in anything past a hook-up with any 46 year-old married woman. Her self-esteem had plummeted lower and lower.

Left only with her loneliness and internet connection, she began researching different sites and finding out things that she never would have dreamed of. One of the things she discovered was that the idea of being dominated was something that, as reluctant as she was to admit it, gave her a great thrill. Some of the romance and erotic novels she'd read recently probably led her to consider that scenario somewhat too.

Mrs. Scott had not had to worry about looking attractive for men for a long time, and as a result, she had become out of touch with her inner seductress. She owned little provocative clothing, and ceased wearing makeup years ago. Her hair was short, upswept, practical, light brown and greying. She did, however, have one asset that never needed upkeep and never left her – a pair of very large breasts. They hung low but swept out, like gigantic swollen bananas with nipples that pointed straight out.

As an indication that she was serious about meeting me, I had her attach a pair of clothespins to her nipples while we IMed. She sent me pictures, and she had done exactly as I had asked. I was pleased, so based on this, I decided to agree to meet.

She arrived at precisely 7:30 PM as I had instructed. I could see by the camera I had installed at my doorstep that she hesitated for about a minute. This made me smile. She then knocked on the door nervously. I instructed her to enter, as the door was unlocked. She did so and stood in my doorway, wearing a white satiny blouse and a black velvet skirt, with stockings and heels. She had eye-makeup heavily applied and was wearing bright red lipstick. This was all as I had instructed, so things were going well so far. I bade her lock the door behind her. Then I told her to place her gratuity in the metal dish on the stand by the door. She removed the agreed fee from her purse and placed it in the dish.



"Welcome to my home, Mrs. Scott," I greeted her. "First some ground rules. You will speak only when spoken to. You will take no action unless directed by me. You will follow all instructions given you as quickly and completely as possible. You will be polite, respectful, and grateful to me at all times. You will address me as 'Master M', or as 'Sir'. I will address you in any manner as I see fit. Is that understood, Mrs. Scott?"

She paused slightly before answering, "Yes, Master M."

"Good," I replied. I turned back to my computer and began typing, deliberately ignoring her. She stood there in my doorway, not speaking or moving. This pleased me. She was doing very well so far for her first session. No attempts at small talk, no enquiries, no demands... Just quiet acquiescence.

I let her dangle for a few minutes before turning to face her. She looked very sheepish. I stood in my leather pants, boots, and black silk shirt to appraise her. She waited silently as I looked her up and down, a bit of colour rising in her cheeks.

"Take off your shirt," I instructed her. I peered intently at her as she slightly hesitated, then bit her lower lip and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her cheeks darkened as she looked at the floor.

"You will speak when spoken to, Mrs. Scott," I stated directly. "Don't make me remind you again."

"I'm sorry, Sir," she replied meekly. "It won't happen again, Sir."

I smirked as she finished opening her blouse and spread it revealing a black, lacy bra. Her ample tits were spilling over the top of it. She removed it completely and stood there blushing.

"Let it fall to the floor," I instructed her.

She let her blouse drop and followed quickly with, "Yes, Sir."

I regarded her for a few moments, then pointed at the picture window in the living room. "Walk over and stand in front of the window, facing out with your hands on your hips."

She looked up with a horrified look on her face, quickly checking herself. "...Yes, Master M," she affirmed as she flushed crimson. She reluctantly strode over to the window and did as I ordered.

"Closer," I directed. "Get right up to the window."

She briefly hesitated again. She then shuffled up closer to the pane. "...Yes, Sir," she said with a quavering voice. She was following instruction quite well so far. I was impressed. I let her stand there for a minute or so, blushing twelve shades of red with her eyes shut as she faced the window in her bra. I then flipped the light switch on, illuminating a pair of lamps at either side of the window. Her position instantly went from dimly to brightly lit.

She opened her eyes at the sound, and uttered a cry of "No!" with a terrified expression.

"Excuse me?" I enquired with a sly look. "I didn't quite catch that."

"I... I'm sorry, Sir. I'm sorry. I just... it won't happen again, Sir."

My property was surrounded by thick hedges on all sides, so it was unlikely she would have been seen anyway, but she was truly terrified. She was trembling slightly. It looked like she was fighting back tears. I was quite pleased. This was her first experience with any sort of submissive scene, and I was pushing her. Not hard, but she was responding well.

"All right, that's enough," I told her. "Come here and stand before me. Same position. About two feet from me."

"Yes, Master M, thank you, Sir," she replied, in obvious relief. She did as told, and resumed her posture directly in front of me. Her relief quickly turned to apprehension as she stood before me. I stood six foot five in my boots, towering over her, my intent gaze peering straight through her. She maybe reached five foot six with her heels. She was clearly intimidated. As I intended.

I regarded her from a close distance. She had her makeup impeccably applied as I had instructed – dark eyeliner and mascara, red lipstick and subtle dark eyeshadow. Her mascara was beginning to run very slightly at this point. Her lip trembled slightly, betraying her unease. Creases were beginning to form on her face, particularly around her mouth and eyes, but her features were attractively arranged. Quite a good-looking older woman, I surmised.

"Do you know why you're here?" I asked her.

"To serve you, Master M," she replied.

"Very good," I said. "And you know that as we discussed, I am going to strike you, yes?"

"Y... yes," she stammered. "Yes, Sir."

"And I am also going to humiliate and degrade you, yes?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered.

"Very good. Before we start with anything too involved, let's review the safe words. If I am doing anything that is getting too intense, and you need to slow down or take a rest, you say, 'Yellow'. You know this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And if you are injured, panicking or otherwise losing your grip and you need to end the scene, you say, 'Red'. You also know this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Exemplary," I praised her. "You are doing splendidly so far, Mrs. Scott. Since you have done so well, I am going to grant you the honour of choosing a pet name that I will call you from time to time this session. Would you prefer to be referred to as 'Slut' or 'Cunt'?"

"S...Slut..." she managed to stammer out.

"I beg your pardon?" I fixed her with an intimidating stare from above. She averted her eyes. "I couldn't quite hear that, and I don't believe you had the proper tone of respect."

"I... wish to be called Slut, Sir. ...Thank you for giving me the honour of choosing my pet name."

"Very good, Slut. That's much better. Since you are new, I will be gracious, but nevertheless, I cannot tolerate impoliteness like that in my toys. I am afraid I must punish your tits. I will be gentle, since this is only a reminder. I advise you not to warrant a proper punishment. Remove your bra, Slut."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll try to remember. Thank you, Sir."

Still standing two feet from me, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and slid it over her shoulders, then let it drop from her chest. Her knockers were truly impressive... A bit of a larger girl, she had to be about a 40E. Red marks persisted where the straps had restrained her flesh. Her nipples were pale pink and erect in the centre of four-inch areolas, jutting out a good half-inch.

"Place your hands underneath your tits, Slut," I ordered her. "Lift them up for me."

"Yes, Sir, Master M," she replied, doing as I bade. She hefted her melons up and presented them to me.

"Ask me to punish your tits to make up for your indiscretion, Slut."

"Yes, Sir, Master M. P... Please punish my... my tits for my indiscretion, Sir," she stammered softly.

"I will, Slut, I will..." I trailed off as I backed off and slowly walked a circle around her. She was clearly ashamed and apprehensive. I walked as deliberately and menacingly as possible, staying in her personal space, to increase her sense of unease.

I circled her once and stood in front of her with an appraising look and my arms folded behind me. She still held her tits aloft. I raised my right hand and brought it down in a slap on her left breast. Not hard, but hard enough that it made a nice sound and scared her a bit.

Her face grimaced in fear and pain, but she did not move. She continued holding her tits up for me. I raised my hand again and brought it down on her right breast. She gave out a small grunt of pain, but otherwise remained essentially still. Her tits were still presented for me. I smiled.

"Very good, Slut," I said. "Now let your tits go and place your hands behind your head."

"Yes, Master M," she replied as she complied.

I let her stand like that for about half a minute, then with my right hand I came across and slapped her left breast from the side. A bit harder than I had from above. She gave a little yelp of pain, winced and straightened. With my left I slapped her right breast from the side. Again, a small yelp, and she shifted her weight and straightened. Her boobs bobbled from right to left, then settled. Her face betrayed mild distress, but she maintained her posture with her hands locked solidly behind her head.

"Nicely done, Slut," I complimented her. "Now ask me to slap your tits again."

"...Please slap my tits again, Master M..." she said.

I gave her a hard slap to her left tit with my right, immediately followed by a hard one to her right with my left. She barked out in surprise and pain, doubling over, but barely managed to keep her hands behind her head.

"Good again, Slut. You're doing very well. Do your tits hurt?"

"...Yes, Master M. Thank you..." she managed as she straightened. Red imprints from my hands were visible on either side of her tits. She clearly wanted to rub them, but kept her hands behind her head.

"You have a difficulty with cursing, don't you, Slut?" I enquired of her.

"...Yes. Yes, Sir, I'm sorry Sir."

"No, no, that's good, Slut. It will make things easier for me. First of all, thank me again for punishing your tits."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Thank me for what?"

"...Thank you for punishing my tits, Sir."

I smiled. "You're welcome, Slut. Now tell me that you are a filthy slut who deserves to have her tits tortured."

She paused again, struggling with the words. "...I'm a... a filthy slut, who deserves to have her tits tortured."


"Again, Slut, a bit louder this time."

"I'm a filthy slut who deserves to have her tits tortured," she said plainly.

"Again!" I prompted her. "Louder!"

"I'm a filthy slut who deserves to have her tits tortured!" she called out.

"That was better, Slut, but once again you failed to use the politeness required. So I will torture your tits. Doubly so, now, I'm afraid..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir! Really, I am! Please, please forgive me! I know I said I wouldn't slip up again, please, please forgive me Sir!" she begged, her hands still behind her head.

"Oh, I will forgive you, Slut. Once you have been properly punished. Stand there," I ordered her, heading back to my computer desk and retrieving a pair of clothespins from the drawer.

"You recognize these, right, Slut? You know how they felt before, right? Are you eager to feel them again?"

"Yes, Master M," she replied, her voice wavering.

I clipped one to each nipple as she gasped. She was being very brave. Her arms must have been getting tired, but she gave no sign.

"So I will have to torture your tits properly this time, Slut," I continued. "Please count to 200, slowly. Don't move. When you reach 200, your tit torture will begin in earnest. And don't speed up the count or you'll pay dearly for it."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Master M," she said. "One, two, three..."

I sat down at my computer with my back to her as she counted. She counted very slowly and deliberately. She seemed very compliant... Obviously she was responding strongly to my domination. The only time she had reacted was when she was standing in front of the window... Perhaps humiliation and immodesty was the route to test her limits?

She finished her count, so I retrieved a flogger from my desk drawer and turned to face her. She was still in position. Discomfort was clearly portrayed on her face. I walked slowly toward her with a slight smirk on my face.

"And now, Slut," I began, "I will bring you pain. I will flog your tits for a long time. Don't labour under the impression that I am being lenient. Although the blows will be soft, the duration of the flogging will eventually become unbearable for you. Are you ready to feel unbearable suffering in your worthless, sagging, whore udders, Slut?"

"Yes, Master M," she responded. I grinned.

I removed the clothespins from her nipples, causing her to draw breath sharply. I then gently massaged each breast, restoring blood flow to her nipples and heightening their sensitivity. Then I began flogging her breasts. I struck lightly, just enough that she could feel it, in a rapid motion. I lightly whipped all over her expansive breasts, from all angles, warming up the flesh.

"Are your arms tired, Slut?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir, very tired, Sir," she replied.

"All right, you may place them behind your back, Slut. Make sure your tits are thrust out to meet my punishment."

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."

She placed her hands behind her back and arched her spine, jutting her breasts straight out. I continued to be impressed by her willingness to obey, and seeming eagerness or at least stoicism towards having her breasts abused. Well, now I would give her a serious taste at what punishment could mean. Perhaps it would bring her to a more cautious level.

I continued lightly and constantly striking her boobs, rotating the flogger rapidly, contacting the gradually reddening skin of her mammaries three or four times a second. This went on for several minutes, and her facial expression became increasingly distressed and alarmed. Soon she was shifting her shoulders around, twitching and flinching with the blows, the fire of overstimulation beginning to set her pain receptors alight. I continued raining the lashes unceasingly all over the flesh of her tits; the upper slopes, undersides, fronts, sides, nipples... Her huge melons were now glowing a bright pink.

She began to make little gasping noises and twisting away from the blows, clearly reaching her limit. I had been administering the light flogging for well over five minutes now. I slowed the pace of the strikes and enquired of her, "Does that hurt, Slut? Are your tits sore?"


"Yes, Master M!" she mewled in desperation. "It hurts terribly. They're so sore! Please, please, I beg you to stop, Sir! Please!" She still had her hands obediently tucked behind her back.

I slowed the pace of my blows again. "You know that asking and begging will have no effect on me, right, Slut? Only your safe words. Since you have been so very keen during your first session, though, I will offer you a choice. You may either continue with the flogging for another two minutes. Or you may have a five minute rest, and then I will TRULY bring your udders agonies you haven't imagined. Or I will give you a third choice, which will spare your breasts entirely, but will more than likely be horribly humiliating and embarrassing for you. Remember when you were at the window? It will be much worse. So, Slut, what would you choose?"

"Please, Master M, please... My breasts can't take any more... I... I choose option three... Sir, please..." She was close to tears as she shifted from foot to foot, almost stomping on the ground in pain.

I relented and ceased the flogging. Her lower lip quivered and her breath was rasping in and out. She bravely kept her hands behind her back though. I strode up to her and raised her chin with my hand. She looked up into my eyes with a mixture of pain and fear. Tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes, but she managed to keep them back.

"Brave choice, Slut... The unknown. Or perhaps you truly cannot take anymore tit torture. Either way, it matters not. You are in for a completely degrading and mortifying experience. This pleases me. In the future, it may embolden you to having your tits more thoroughly abused. As I assure you they will be. Take off your skirt, Slut."

"Y-yes, Master M," she whimpered. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing black lace panties. "May I please rub my breasts, Sir? They hurt so terribly...!"

"Well, I should probably just punish them more for your presumption... I will compromise, though. If you kneel before me and lick my boots for a full minute, I will permit you to soothe your tits somewhat."

"...Ok. Ok, Sir. I... I will. Thank you, Sir..." She knelt down before me. She struggled to overcome her apprehension. Then she did as I suggested. She bowed her head down, tentatively snaked her tongue out, and began gently lapping at my polished boots. She quickly conquered her reservations, and became licking and worshipping my leather footwear. I smiled. I let her continue for about a half a minute before I relented.

"Alright, Slut, that will do. I am pleased at your compliance. You may soothe your udders."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Sir!" she breathed, and began cautiously exploring the sorely reddened skin of her jugs, wincing and grimacing with the burning, lingering pain as she knelt. 


I let her continue for about a minute as I regarded her, giving her a breather in preparation for what was to come.

I rose and stood before her. "You have informed me that you are inexperienced with sucking cock, isn't that right, Slut?"

"Yes, Master M, Sir," she replied.

"Well, I am going to give you the opportunity to improve your skills. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Yes Sir, Master M," she gulped. "Very nice of you, Sir..."

"You will remain kneeling," I said, unbuttoning my pants and lowering my fly. "Now ask me to place my cock in your whore mouth, Slut."




Mrs. Scott's Ordeal



"P..Please, place your... cock in my whore mouth, Sir!" she breathed. Her face flushed red at the words. She was clearly getting bolder. I think she was feeling some relief, assuming that the blowjob to come would be her humiliation. Nothing could be further from the truth. This was just a warm-up.

I withdrew my penis and shuffled up in front of her. She opened her mouth with an expression of mild disgust on her features. I grinned. My cock began to stiffen slightly, and I inserted it past her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes shut tight in seeming horror. I became more erect.

"Now suck, Slut," I said simply. She shuddered and complied, closing her lips around the shaft of my penis and beginning a gentle sucking action. My dick continued to respond, hardening and lengthening in her mouth as she serviced me.

"Good Slut," I crooned to her as she serviced me. "Good dirty little cocksucker. That's right, taste every inch of my cock. Take it all the way into your mouth. Suck on it. Suck that big, thick, hard cock that's in your dirty whore mouth. Fucking cunt. Look at you! Your tits bright red from being whipped while you kneel and suck cock like a two-dollar hooker. Disgraceful."

Shame and revulsion played on her face, her cheeks blushing a deep crimson, but she continued fellating me, bobbing slightly on my cock as she sucked and flicked her tongue over my shaft. I sensed she was getting a deep thrill from being treated this way. This was marvelous! For a first-timer, I don't think I had ever experienced anyone lose themselves so quickly into submission and objectification. Excellent. I would truly test her with what was to come next.

I withdrew my cock from her mouth. Her expression was almost disappointment as her lips smacked together and her head leaned forward slightly, searching for my wet shaft.

"Ask me to allow you the honour of continuing to suck my cock, Slut," I commanded her.

"Please!" she breathed. "Please, Sir, Please allow me the honour of continuing to suck your cock!" She was clearly breaking down her barriers as I watched, deriving a great thrill from being used and humiliated this way.

"No, Slut, that will be enough for now. Perhaps later if you are good I will allow you another taste of my prick. You have to earn the right to have a thick cock in your mouth for you to suck on. We'll see if you can."

"Yes, Sir."

She opened her eyes and panted lightly, still on her knees and flushed bright red. Her nipples were fully erected. She was definitely turned on.

"Now, stand, Slut," I ordered.

"Yes, Sir," she responded as she rose to her feet.

"Remove your panties, Slut."

"Yes, Sir." She reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

"Now get your shirt and put it back on. Only don't button it up, tie it underneath your tits. I want them fully exposed."

"Yes, Sir," she said again, retrieving her discarded shirt and redonning it, tying it in a knot beneath her breasts as I had instructed.

"No, Slut," I said. "Tighter. Higher. I want your blouse lifting your tits up for display."

"Yes, Master M," she replied, untying and retying her blouse, hefting her pinkish tits up further. I smiled at the sight.

"Ok, Slut, are you ready? We're going to go for a drive."

"Um, a... drive? Outside? Like this? I mean, like this, Master M?"

"Yes, just like that, Slut. Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem, Sir..." she quavered. "I am ready, Sir."

"Alright, Slut," I said retrieving my keys from my desk, "Out the front door. Lead the way."

"But, Sir!" she gasped. "The front door? Like this? I... Please, Sir..."

"...Please what, Slut?" I enquired, cocking my head slightly with a probing expression.

"It's just... It's just..." she stammered. Her nipples were hard and pointing out like darts as she flushed even darker red. Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes again.

"Keep in mind, Slut, that if this is too much for you, you can end the scene any time you like, then you are free to go. But you have not addressed me respectfully there. You have earned more tit torture. Are you ready to lead the way out to my car?"

She looked around desperately, anguish clearly displayed on her face. She looked as if she would burst out sobs of humiliation at any moment. There was certainly a certain amount of risk in having her walk out in front of my house with her breasts bared like that. But I live on a pretty exclusive street. There're no children. Plus it was getting fairly dark. Most of my neighbours are pretty cool. The majority of them know what I do for a living. I was sure none of them would call the cops if they did happen to see anything.

I hesitated and fixed her with an intent gaze. "I asked you a question, Slut. Are you prepared to lead the way out to my car?"

A sob escaped her lips. "Y-y-yes, Master M. I'm... I'm ready to lead the way out to your... car, Sir..."

I was suitably impressed. Humiliation was definitely the key to unlocking her submissive spirit...

"Carry on, then, Slut," I motioned toward the door with a broad smile. 

"Yes, Sir."

Graciously I opened the door for her as a cool night breeze blew in. She shuddered as her jaw quavered. She strode towards the door. She sort of caught herself mid-stride as she was about to broach the doorway, and stumbled. Her hands flew halfway up to cover her breasts, then she caught herself and forced them down to her sides. She glanced at me ever so briefly, with an expression of pleading, desperation, then closed her eyes and stepped outside. I was proud of her resolve. This was obviously a serious contradiction to her sense of propriety and modesty. She was doing exceedingly well. The degree of willing submission she was demonstrating for a first session excited me. It made me feel deliciously dominant and decadent. I grinned.

Quickly I stepped around her to my vehicle, my boots clicking against the pavement. I reached my mint-condition 1972 Cadillac Eldorado, turned my key to open the lock, and opened the passenger door for her. She was walking very quickly in her heels, her hands still determinedly fast at her sides. She sobbed softly and a tear trickled down her cheek. My cock stiffened at the sight.

She quickly entered my sleek, gold automobile. "Thank, you, Master M," she choked softly.

"You're most welcome, Slut," I replied with a broad smile, gently closing the door behind her.

I stepped over to the driver's side and entered.

"Was that exciting, Slut?" I asked her.

"Y-y... Yes, Sir," she stuttered. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were hard as rocks.

"Alright, Slut, lean back in your seat. And spread your legs. Let's see how things are developing."

"Yes, Sir."

She complied and I gently stroked the tops of her thighs. She trembled and shivered at my touch. A soft moan rumbled in the back of her throat.

I worked my fingers slowly and gently between her thighs up to the lips of her vulva. Her breath was quick and shallow, her eyes closed. She shuddered and twitched at my touch. This was wonderful.

Gently and deliberately I parted her labia and touched her inner folds with the tips of my fingers. She gasped. The briefest and gingerest probing of her inner lips revealed that her vulva was burning hot. And soaking wet.

"Mmmm, very nice, Slut. You're excited. Deeply. It's obvious. Your cunt is near dripping with your juices."

"Th... Thank you, Sir..." she muttered, possibly unsure as to how she should respond.

"Do you like having your tits exposed and open in pubic, Slut?"

"Y-yes Sir."

"Wonderful, wonderful. You may be beginning to guess as to what I was speaking of regarding your humiliation and degradation. Well, trust me, Slut, this is only the tip of the iceberg. But all things in time, hm? Your nipples are still due some abuse. Let's play a game."

"Ok, Sir."

Opening the dashboard, I retrieved a pair of metal clips attached to black and red wires. "Lean forward, Slut," I ordered her.

"Yes, Sir, Master M," she replied, doing my bidding.

I affixed the clips on to her nipples. Her breath drew in sharply at the pressure. The clips were custom made – nipple clamps with setscrews and a powerful spring. I had them set to a gap of 3/32", so they were pinching reasonably hard. The clips themselves were a synthetic high-density rubber that had many gold alloy contacts that reached the surface, so they grip well without any teeth, and are highly conductive as well. Naturally, that's what the red and black leads were for, although part one of our game wasn't going to involve any electricity. Part two would. If she got there.

I tightened the slack on the wires somewhat so that they pulled her breasts and nipples taut, keeping her back about a foot from the seat back.

"Alright, Slut, now we're going for a drive. Your goal in the game is simple. Just keep those clips from popping off of your nipples as I drive. Your hands are to remain on the top of your thighs at all times. It should be relatively easy for you if you concentrate, especially considering the size of your udders and length of your nipples. Do you understand, Slut?"

"Yes, Master M."

"Good. When the drive ends, I will keep track of how many times the clips have popped off. Every time they do, I will tighten them another 1/128th of an inch and reattach them. Perhaps that doesn't sound like much, but it will quickly become unbearable for you. Remember that you can 'Red' out, but that will end the session, I will drive back to my house, and you will be sent home. Do you understand, Slut?"

"Yes, Master M."

"Every time they pop off, you will have earned two minutes of breast whipping when we return to my house. If the number is zero, you will have earned the right to suck my cock like a dirty fucking whore. After that, we will start part two of our game. Are we clear, Slut?"


"Yes, Sir, very clear, Sir."

"Alright, then. Let's begin." I turned the key and my Cadillac purred to life. I put the transmission into drive and gently began to roll forward down my driveway to the street. I observed the gas gauge, noting that it was almost empty. As I had planned. "Hm," I said, tapping the gauge. "It looks like part one of our drive will be to the gas station."

"Ok, Sir," she responded, shifting gently in her seat to respond to the vehicle's motion.

I took the drive easy. It wasn't my goal to actually have the clips pop off. If they did, well, there was certainly a price to be paid. She did very well. Her lips were pursed in a grimace as we rounded corners, stopped at stop signs, and wended our way to the main road. Her hands were unwavering in their placement atop her thighs. She moaned or mewled softly occasionally. A tear dripped down her left cheek. My cock was fully erect. This was delicious.

I only really tested her once. When we turned on to the main roadway, I depressed the accelerator a bit more than was necessary. She yelped and gasped against the tension pulling on her compressed nipples, but managed to shift and lean against her seatbelt to keep her tits far enough forward that the clips stayed fast.

She was sobbing softly from the pain in her nipples as we pulled up to the gas station. I parked next to a gas pump, leaned over and gently released the clips. She bleated in pain and began openly crying as the release of pressure brought fresh waves of grief to her nipples. It was spellbinding. My cock was completely erect and throbbing now. I was getting a great, evil thrill from abusing this woman.

There were two other vehicles gassing up some distance from my car. I scanned the situation. "Relax, Slut," I said compassionately. "You have done exceedingly well. Just breathe softly. Relax. Take some time to compose yourself."

"Yes, Sir," she whimpered. "Thank you, Sir."

She began to get control of her sobbing, opening her eyes and looking around. Her face was still twisting with discomfort and anguish.

The two vehicles were pulling out, but a truck pulled up. It was not close enough to see anything; I had parked in the corner of the pump islands, furthest from the kiosk. I just had to be patient.

Her breathing slowed and she regained some of her composure. Mascara was dripping from her eyes. It made her look mussed and bedraggled. It was filling me with the urge to take my cock out and fuck this woman savagely. I was enjoying this session immensely, far more than is the norm.

"Would you like to soothe your nipples, Slut?" I enquired of her.

"I... I don't know," she quavered. "I think so... They hurt terribly, Sir."

"Oh, I imagine they do. We still have part two of our game coming up soon. After you have been allowed the honour of fellating me. Ok, you can comfort your nipples. Take your time, go slowly, they will be very, very tender, I should think. Don't worry, though, it will be some time before we begin part two and torment them again."

"Thank you, Sir," she replied, hissing in her breath as she gently examined her swollen buds. Carefully caressing and rolling them, she grimaced with pain. She seemed to have completely forgotten the fact that her breasts were naked and exposed in my vehicle in public. Soon I was to remind her of that fact pointedly.

Fate went with my plans, as the truck pulled out, leaving us as the only vehicle left at the gas station.

"Alright, Slut. It's time for some more humiliation. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Ok, my Cadillac needs gas. Pump the fuel for me, Slut."

"But... But... Sir, please, no! Please, Dear God, no!!!" she implored, an expression of horror on her face.

"You know begging and pleading will have no effect. You know how to end the scene. Now, out, Slut. Pump my gas."

"No! No, please, Sir! I just... I... But I don't even know how! ...Sir! I've never... I always go to full service, Sir! Please! I can't!"

"You will learn, Slut. It's simple." I ignored her desperate protestations. "You open the gas cap. You grab the nozzle and insert it into the receptacle for the gas tank. You flip the switch on the gas pump up. You squeeze the handle on the pump. When it clicks, it's full. You then stop squeezing. Flip the switch on the gas pump and replace the nozzle. Replace the gas cap. I will pay."

"Sir, please! Please!" she sobbed. "Please, no, please!" I put up with this for a minute or so before I cut her off.

"It's simple, Slut. You will pump my gas. Now. I will roll down the window if you need instruction as you go. But you WILL pump my gas. Now. Or the scene is over. Understood? Now, go."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. They were flushed crimson. She was shaking, pushed right to the edge of her breaking point.

This is it, I thought. I've pushed her too far. Damn. She was doing so well...

"Alright, Sir, alright. I'll... I'll try Sir," she sobbed, opening up the car door. My eyebrows arched as I looked on in surprise. She hesitated a moment, then stepped outside. Her tits were fully exposed to the night air, her makeup was an absolute mess, she was shaking... Oh lord, what a sight! My cock surged and pulsed with power and excitement! Fuck, this was incredible!

She fumbled around, openly crying. She managed to get the gas cap off and grasped the pump handle. She inserted it into the car.

"Nothing... Nothing's happening, Sir..." she sobbed.

"It's ok, Slut. Go to the gas pump. Yes. Ok, you see the lever? Right below where the... Yes, that's it. Flip it up. No, up. Yes that's right. Ok, now squeeze the handle, the pump is on. Very good, Slut."

"Th... Thank you, Sir," she whimpered. She continued crying as she pumped my gas, tears cascading down her face as she heaved and choked her misery, shaking and teetering on her heels. This was amazing. How many barriers would I break down with her tonight? She looked a picture of absolute dejection, utterly defeated. She wasn't even looking around to see if anyone might discover her nakedness.

She finished pumping the gas and I was able to coach her through shutting off the pump, replacing the nozzle, closing the gas cap, and shutting the access door. I then opened the door for her and she more or less fell in.

She then had an almost total breakdown. She collapsed with her head in my lap, sobbing and bawling uncontrollably. I just muttered endearments and held her, gently stroking her hair. I placed a towel from beneath my seat down to catch her tears. She just cried and cried while I held and softly rocked her.

"It's ok... It's ok..." I just kept whispering to her. "You did so well, you're so brave. I'm so proud of you, so proud... I can't believe how brave and smart you are... You're so good, so good... Such a beautiful, smart, brave girl..."

She finally began to quiet down as I held her. "That was very tough for you," I said softly. "I'm very, very impressed. You impress me beyond words, Slut. I have to go pay for the gas now, though. Will you be ok by yourself for a minute?"

She raised her eyes to meet mine. "Yes, Master. I think so." She drew a deep breath. "Master," she choked. "Oh, Master, please hurry back..."

I quickly went in and paid. The clerk asked if anything was wrong. We'd certainly been at the gas pumps for more than ten minutes. I assured him that everything was just fine. I'm sure that my attire struck him somewhat, but I'm used to that. I returned quickly to my Cadillac.

I gave Mrs. Scott a reassuring hug, then started the car. I drove slowly to the end of a cul-de-sac close to the gas station that bordered a park. Her head rested on my thigh the whole time.

After I shut the car off, I gently tousled her hair. "How are you doing, Slut?" I asked.

"Fine, Master M," she replied. "I'm fine now, thank you, Sir."

"Good. I'm very impressed with you. I promised you a reward if the clips stayed on your nipples the whole way to the gas station, Slut. Do you remember what that reward was?"

"Yes, Master."

"And what was that reward to be, Slut?"

"You were going to allow me to suck your cock, Sir," she said brazenly.

"Are you ready for your reward, then, Slut?"

"Yes, Master M."

She had definitely made major breakthroughs when it came to submissiveness.

"Are you horny, Slut?" I asked her.

"Yes, Master. Very, very horny, Sir," she rasped huskily.

"Excellent," I replied. "I can't tell you how pleased that makes me, Slut." I unbuttoned and unzipped my leather pants, sliding them down my thighs, exposing my erect member. "Now, suck."


Her head swooped down without delay, eagerly engulfing my penis in her mouth. I gasped with surprise and delight. She immediately began bobbing and sucking, licking and slurping on my cock like a porn star. I was taken aback with her shamelessness and my pleasure. She looked like she was certainly going to live up to the pet name she had picked for herself!

I groaned in pleasure. Usually I don't become genuinely aroused during a session, but how quickly she had become totally submissive to my desires and commands had me completely overcome with rabid passion. I was going to enjoy this blowjob immensely!

She sucked and swirled, diving down, licking and tasting the shaft and head of my cock. She moaned and grunted, obviously abandoning herself to complete, wanton lust. She had transformed from a shy, repressed, self-conscious elderly lady to a hot, cocksucking slut in a manner of an hour. God, she was sucking like a pro!

Fuck, she was drawing my passion higher and higher. Holy fuck, she was going to make me cum!!

"Mmmm, very good, Slut," I growled, trying not to let on how completely she was owning my libido. I steeled myself, concentrating. "You've told me you've never had semen in your mouth, is that correct?"

"Mmm yes, that's right, Master," she purred, briefly allowing my penis to pop free from her mouth.

"Alright, then, Slut. I've decided to reward you further with my seed. It is a gift. You will swallow every drop I give to you, is that clear, Slut?" I struggled to keep my breathing even.




Mrs. Scott's Ordeal



"Yes, Master," she breathed huskily. "Yes, Master."

"Alright," I rasped. "Don't respond. Don't say a thing. Don't take my cock out of your whore mouth. Suck. Suck your Master's cock like a good little Slut. Swallow his semen. Every last drop. Uh. That's right, Slut. Uh. Keep sucking. Ah. Just like that, yes, yes, keep sucking, keep sucking!!"

I struggled to keep from calling out. She was sucking hard now! Damn, I never imagined this! I was going to shoot! Fuck, this bitch was going to make me cum! She had me totally under her power! Holy fuck!

"Here it comes, Slut!" I rasped, my voice tight and strained. "Get ready!!"

She moaned encouragingly and bobbed and sucked harder. Fuck, I couldn't take it!

I erupted! Holy fucking hell, I came with a fury of a dam bursting! In utter shock, I spasmed and shot sperm for half a minute solid. After about ten of those seconds I was able to gasp in a breath. "UHHHHHHH!!" I groaned, trying to keep from howling out in total ecstasy. She just kept sucking, allowing me to fill her mouth with hot sperm, and gulping it all down like a good, sweet, obedient little whore.

I was overcome. I collapsed back into my seat, seeing stars and gasping. Mrs. Scott purred contentedly in my lap, mewling and moaning with pleasure. Ohhhh, my god, I hadn't had an orgasm that satisfying in... I didn't know, a very, very long time indeed.

"Alright," I rasped again, regaining some of my composure. "Very good, Slut, very nice. Your Master's very pleased. You didn't miss a single drop. Off my cock, Slut. Very well done. Did you like the taste?"

"No, Master..." she started. "But... but, yes. Yes I did, Master. It was... very... I didn't like the taste. But I loved it because it was you, Master. Thank you, Master, M, thank you. I loved swallowing your sperm just like a little cocksucking whore, Master... I'll do that for you anytime you want, you can cum in my mouth anytime you want, Sir..."

This lady was never ceasing to increasingly amaze me. Where had she been hiding her entire life? She was a natural submissive!

I hid my incredulity behind my mask of dominance. "Excellent, Slut," I said evenly. "Now, then, are you ready for part two of our game?"

"Yes, Master M!" she breathed huskily. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were flashing. She was clearly extremely turned on.

"Your nipple clamps are going back on. They will be a little looser this time; I am setting the gap to 1/8th of an inch. That was they should pinch much less. I am also putting some slack in the leads."

"There is a sensor they will be activated by," I continued, retrieving an electrical control box from beneath my seat. "Here, give me your little finger. I will clip it on to demonstrate."

"Yes, Sir," she responded, offering me her left pinky finger. I clipped the lead to it.

"Here is the probe that will control the electricity, Slut," I stated, displaying a shiny gold-coloured dildo. "It is also custom made. It has a wireless variable level switch installed, in addition to being a vibrator. Clever, yes?"

"Yes, Sir, very clever," she agreed. She was probably unsure of exactly what I was saying.

"Ok, Slut, now here's the way the game is going to work," I began, switching the control box on. "The vibrator will be set to a certain angle, which it will consider zero. If the vibrator tilts," I continued, demonstrating by inclining it slightly, "You can see that, yes! You feel that current, hm, Slut?"

She had gasped a bit, feeling the electricity being coursing through her fingertip. "Yes, Sir, I feel it."

"Now, say the vibrator falls to 90 degrees from its zero point," I went on, tilting it vertical.

Mrs. Scott yelped and jumped slightly.

"Has a bit of a kick, yes? Remember, those clips will be attached to your nipples, so I imagine that will be quite a bit less comfortable than on your fingertip. Now, we're going to go for a drive again," I said, lowering her seat back. She started a bit in surprise, then laid back with it, since it was obvious that was my intent.

"The vibrator will be placed in your cunt and switched on. The intensity of the vibration is set to slowly increase as it is held level. If the vibrator deflects from its zero spot, it will decrease the intensity. If the vibrator falls completely on its side, the vibration will cease entirely and reset.

"You've never played with toys like this, Slut, is that right?" I asked her.

"No, I never have, Master."

"Well, here's another first then. Now, spread your legs, and bring your knees up. Feet in the air. Good, Slut,"

"Yes, Sir," she replied as she complied.

I inserted the vibrator into her vagina. She gasped as it slid in. She was soaking wet, I noted, and her labia were dark, engorged, and distended. She was clearly incredibly turned on. Next I clipped the clamps on to her nipples. She winced and whimpered quietly as I affixed them.

"Your goal is simple, Slut. Orgasm. Cum from the vibrations. The vibrator has a couple of sensors as well to detect the rhythmic contractions present as a female orgasms. I usually use it to assist in training subs that I am denying orgasm to. But as you can see, it can have many applications."

"Yes, Master M. I can see that," she sighed.

"You can place your hands on your thighs, calves, feet, or stomach, Slut, but that's all. If the vibrator falls out, you can pick it up and replace it in your cunt, but then your hands are immediately to return to one of those positions. Are you comfortable? Alright, I've set the vibrator to zero. You should feel it start to warm and vibrate soon. Let's go," I said, starting the car and putting it in reverse.

"Ok, Sir."

"I have our route picked out. It's ten miles long, very windy roads. If you can achieve orgasm before then, I will have a reward for you. If not, well... Then something less pleasant will occur."

"I understand, Sir. Oh, I can feel the vibrations a bit, Sir."

I pulled out on to the road and headed for the park drive. "Perhaps you think that you have already endured the humiliations you were due for opting out of further breast torture back at the house, Slut," I said nonchalantly as I drove.

"Um... No, Sir? I mean, I thought, I, uh... I thought maybe, Sir..."

"No, Slut, that was just cursory humiliation. The true, utterly mortifying degradation is still in store. Do you remember everything we discussed online? Things you had an interest in? Well, one of those is key to what awaits you, Slut. Think on that as you concentrate on keeping that vibrator steady. Now, hold it steady, Slut. Here we go," I said as I depressed the accelerator. My Cadillac picked up speed and I began rounding the first long corner.

"Yes, Sir, OW!" she barked. "OW! OW OW!!!"

She struggled to twist her hips to counteract the motion of the vehicle. She managed to twist to get the vibrator back to its alignment. She drew breaths in quickly. Clearly even the lowest voltage setting on the clips had her attention.

The next corner wound the opposite way. Mrs. Scott hissed her breath in and bit her lip. She moaned, but did not cry out. Twisting vigourously, she again righted the vibrator.

The next two corners were more slow and long, and she was getting the hang of how to counteract the corners. We were less than a mile down though, so we would see how the game would progress.

I picked up a bit of speed on the long straightaway, and I could hear the gentle whirrings of the vibrator as we approached the next corner. Mrs. Scott sighed, closing her eyes and apparently enjoying the sensation.

I rounded a corner and she started with a yelp. Her eyes snapped open, and she cried out in sudden pain and surprise. "AAH!" She gasped and twisted, obviously feeling greater current through her nipples as she half-sat up. "AAAH!! OWWWWW!!" she howled out, desperately trying to adjust her posture, trying to right the vibrator.

The road straightened and she sat back gasping. Her muscles were still tensed with alarm. She managed to get her hips into the right position to stop shocking her nipples. I smirked with amusement and intrigue.

"You would do well to keep your eyes on the road, Slut," I advised. "The path of my vehicle and the forces will be easy to predict – perhaps challenging to react to. But if you don't watch wear we are going, you are certainly in for a lot of pain. And I doubt you'll achieve orgasm like that, so it would mean further punishment. Your choice, I suppose..."

"Yes, Sir," she breathed with grimace

A series of gentle curves was next, and with some effort, she was able to avoid all except a very minor shock that she quickly corrected for. A short straightaway and a nice long, rolling curve had the vibrator buzzing audibly as it picked up momentum.

She began gently shifting in her seat, sighing and letting out little moans. She kept her eyes on the road, and was getting the hang of shifting her pelvis to keep the vibrator upright. I smiled to myself. It was going to be a challenge if she neared orgasm. To keep everything steady if she came would require monumental effort.

A longer straightaway had her near gasping in her breath. The vibrator was buzzing quite loudly now, and she was succumbing to the pleasure it was generating in her loins. A couple of harder corners approached.

Three miles down.

A couple of minor shocks were all that she received through the winding sections. She was really getting the hang of this. A straightaway and another series of gentle curves took up to the four mile mark. Her breath rasped in and out; clearly the effort of maintaining her position was becoming uncomfortable. That, and the mounting insistence of the vibrator were soon to become her undoing, I was sure.

I stepped on the gas pedal and picked up a bit of speed for the next section, a series of curves which led to a hill that I knew well. Was I being kind by driving faster in order to get the ten miles over with quickly, or cruel in making it more difficult for her to hold steady? Either was I was enjoying this ride very much.

My Cadillac reached 40 miles per hour as I navigated the turns. Then the hill. Mrs. Scott was gasping openly now. The vibrator was getting as loud as a lawn mower. I hadn't anticipated her actually winning... Would she? I had one eye on the road, and one eye watching her lusty undulations. I had best follow my own advice! Watch the road, or this trip might end badly indeed!

"Oh, Sir!" she gasped. "Sir, I'm... Oh! I think, Oh, Sir I'm going to cum!! Oh, please, Sir, may I cum??"

The tension and desperation in her voice set my loins on fire again. Was she just discovering this side of her self now? Her husband had to be the biggest fool in the world!

"Yes, Slut!" I urged her. "Cum! Cum for your Master! Show me what an unashamed wanton slut you really are!"

"OH GOD!" she gasped. Her torso was clenching and twitching. She was frozen in position, vibrating, seized curled in her seat, terrified to, or possibly unable to move. "OH GOD!! I... I..."

She threw her head back and howled out in complete, all-consuming passion. She came hard! I was astounded that she maintained her posture, lightly bucking, shivering and trembling uncontrollably as an overwhelming orgasm pounded through her body. I gently applied the brakes, completely spellbound by the spectacle unfolding in the seat beside me. She was incredible! My cock was rigid and hungry as I watched, slowly easing my Cadillac to a gentle halt.

She was sweating with her eyes closed, gasping in lust with a huge smile gracing her face. I switched off the sensor on the vibrator and slowly decreased the intensity of the vibrations.

"Well done, Slut!" I praised her. "No one else has won that game! Relax, relax, Slut. It's ok. The switch is off, you can recline, let your legs down. I'm very impressed!"

She gulped in breath with her incredulous, open-mouthed smile still expressed. "Thank you, Sir! Oh, thank you! Thank you so much, Master M!!"

Her hands crept up to her breasts and gently cupped them. She winced slightly.

I reached over and release the tension on the clips on her nipples. She called out softly as I did so. After the brief contortion of pain passed over her features, she returned to an expression of joy, lust, and satisfaction. She panted deeply with her eyes shut. A shiver ran through her.

Her fingers tenderly explored her nipples, applying light pressure, pressing in, exploring the flesh and feeling the sensation of returning circulation.

I grinned and my erection throbbing lightly as I watched her. I took stock of the situation briefly. My mind was racing. I enjoyed the pleasant warmth of my arousal, the sensation of my penis straining to free itself from my leather trousers. This most unlikely of submissives was fanning my Dominant fires into an inferno. I had to be careful. Professionalism is paramount in my business; falling in love or lust with any clients was potentially disastrous behaviour. But she was magnificent! A thousand scenarios of the torture and humiliation of this incredible creature competed for possession of my mind.

Slowly I removed the vibrator from the depths of her vagina. Her labia were swollen and purple; her clitoris erect and protruding. She was soaking wet. The sight and aroma of her aroused womanhood compelled me to take her, to grab her, to fuck her, to make her my own. It took all my will to resist.

A low moan emanated from her lips as I withdrew the vibrator. I couldn't hold back. After all, she was due a reward, wasn't she?


"Alright, Slut!" I rasped, fumbling with my zipper. "You've earned your reward. Spread your whore legs. You've earned a hard fucking. You are not permitted to orgasm, however. Now, spread!"

"Yes Sir!" she breathed. I don't know who was more excited. I ceased to care. I had to have her.

Hauling out my erect cock, I pulled my leathers down to my thighs and placed my helmet on her darkened petals. With an impatient grunt of lust, I drove my hips forward. She gasped in delight. I was practically foaming at the mouth.

Wasting not a moment, I began thrusting into her slick deliciousness full force. Deep. To the hilt. Mrs. Scott cried out in surprise or alarm, then began moaning in pure, submissive surrender. I was desperate to cum, to fill her with my seed. I pumped away like a madman, unable to believe how completely her abandonment of her will and autonomy was exciting me.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and my lips curled into a snarl. I drove deep into the recesses of her cunt, plowing as far as I could with my rigid member. I wanted to batter her cervix, I wanted to beat her insides mercilessly, savagely; I was determined to fuck this submissive slut into untold realms of primal, feral decadence.

I was aware that I was grunting in time with my thrusts, completely overcome with animal passion. Mrs. Scott wailed and moaned as I filled her to the brim again and again, stretching the walls of her cleft, reaming her pussy with conviction.

A tingling, buzzing sensation began to take root in my testicles, jangling up and down my spine, seizing my torso and filling me with the urge to thrust with all my might and weight as deeply as I could into her quivering sex.

With a tremendous effort of will, I whipped my raging cock out of her clinging wetness, my hand flying to grasp it and start stroking with all my might.

"Open your mouth, Slut!" I barked, my ejaculation imminent.

"Yes, Sir!" she gasped.

Frantically I climbed her body and thrust forward seized by overwhelming lust. My raging, spurting member drove past her lips into her waiting mouth. A torrent of semen began blasting into her gaping mouth as I bucked my hips forward, driving my penis into the back of her throat.

I roared out in tortured ecstasy, completely overwhelmed by my triumphant climax. My orgasm was incredibly intense, and enduring. I pumped thick, copious globs of jism into her mouth for what seemed a full minute, her gagging and struggling sending my elation into even higher heights. She muffled a high-pitched squeal around my cock as I filled her mouth. "Swallow that, Slut!" I growled in between gasps of pleasure. I was totally overcome. My knees wouldn't work. It took a while for my vision to focus. I was gasping in air, my whole body alive with tingles.

I looked down and withdrew my member from Mrs. Scott's quivering lips. She swallowed and swallowed again. Her face was oddly contorted in seeming sorrow.

"I..." she choked. "I beg your forgiveness, Sir, I tried, I..."

I sucked in breath, trying to re-establish my composure. "What's this, Slut?"

"I... I'm so sorry, Master M, I tried to hold it... I... I... came. I came when you came, Sir."

Was this true? I needed further clarification.

"Explain, Slut. Firstly, you have spoken without being spoken to first," I said between gasps. This drew a small whimper of shame from her. "Now explain the nature of your orgasm. Why did you cum? Was it from my fucking, or was it from my load in your mouth?" I asked expectantly.

"It... It was from your load in my mouth, Sir, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, I tried..."

This was incredible. Surprise after surprise kept coming up. I had been with clients who kept hiring my services for years, but were nowhere even close to attaining this level of excitement from submission. My mind was whirling, but there were no words to define my thoughts. My brain was stretching and straining to find context and framing for all that I had just experienced.

"I can't tell you how much that displeases me," I openly lied. She hung her head at my admonishment. "Every time you give me a glimmer of promise or ability at submitting, you do something willful, impetuous, or impulsive to disappoint me. Orgasm without my permission, as we have discussed, is strictly forbidden."

My cock was still hard and excited. I tucked it away in my pants and continued scolding her. "It is clear that you need training. Perhaps I expected too much from you. You will need to be tortured and denied orgasm for long periods to reinforce how completely in charge of your sexuality I am. Well, I will no longer be kind or lenient toward you. Perhaps I allowed my judgment to be clouded. I promised you a reward, but this was on the expectation of continued exemplary behaviour. You have disappointed me."

She hung her head and softly whispered, "I am so sorry, Master. I tried, I... I... just think I need more training. As, of course, you are right. Please punish your worthless slut in any manner you see fit, Sir."

"Well, Slut," I began, "You are still owed humiliation. Far worse than anything you have yet experienced. I was going to be merciful, but clearly I can see that a filthy, willful slut like you deserves nothing but cruel debasement. Well, that's what you're in store for, Slut. 

"We'll be taking a short drive. You will shove three fingers into your anus and hold them there until we arrive. You may use your own saliva as lubricant. You may start with one finger, then two if you wish. But within three minutes, starting now, you WILL have three fingers in your own ass. Is this clear, Slut?"

"Yes, Sir, very clear, Sir!" She immediately stuck her right index finger into her mouth, coating it in saliva, then began probing her back door with her eyes shut tight.

I placed the vehicle in gear and drove off, heading back to a populated area I knew well. There was definitely associated risk with what I had planned, but this lady was compelling me to throw all caution to the wind. I was originally unsure I would actually carry through with the humiliation I had planned for her, but I was determined now.

She was boldly inserting her finger into her own asshole as I drove, pausing to moisten her fingers in her mouth periodically, probing her finger deeper, then two, then finally three.




Mrs. Scott's Ordeal



She bit her lip occasionally, wincing and gasping in apparent discomfort, but kept to her task doggedly. As if she was desperately trying to submit to my will in atonement for her uncondoned orgasm. Once again I was having difficulty keeping my eyes on the road as I tried to observe as much of her anal masturbation as I could.

I arrived at a small park with a bench next to an alley in the subdivision. I pulled my Cadillac to the curb and shut my lights off as Mrs. Scott continued thrusting three fingers into her rectum. She was clearly enjoying the sensation now. Whether it was strictly physical, or psychological because I had ordered her, or a combination, I was unsure. Not that it mattered particularly.

"Alright, Slut," I began, opening the door and stepping out of the vehicle. "Into the back seat." I strode around to the back of the Cadillac, opened the trunk, and retrieved a cooler that I had placed in there in anticipation of the scenario that was now about to unfold. I was excited and apprehensive.

Mrs. Scott had climbed into the back seat after responding in acquiescence, as instructed, and waited, her eyes searching my expression for any hint of what was to come. She looked slightly worried, but had an expectant stoicism to her demeanor.

She was definitely curious as to what was in the cooler.

Joining her in the spacious back seat and closing the door, I wasted no time in opening the cooler and withdrawing a few items. One was an enema bag that I hung from one of the clothing hooks installed in the interior.

"Do you know what this is, Slut?" I asked.

She swallowed. "Um, a... an enema bag, Sir?"

"Very good, Slut! You've been doing your research. You know what we discussed about this, right, Slut?"

Her countenance took on a more concerned expression. "Uh, yes... y-yes, Sir..." My cock was absolutely hammering in my pants. I had taken her to such heights and depths already, and we weren't done yet... How would she respond? I thought of her reaction in front of my picture window... All of this was clearly exciting her and fitting locks she never knew she had... Would this be too much?

I opened a thermos and began pouring steaming hot water into a pitcher. I mixed it with cold water from a bottle as I spoke. "This is part of your humiliation and punishment, Slut. Now that your backside is warmed up, I'll be inserting this probe into your rectum." I displayed the probe and hose for her. "You will hold the enema for a period of time. I haven't decided how long. You will probably feel an immediate need to evacuate your bowels, and the urgency of the sensation will quickly escalate to an unbearable level."

I focused on mixing the water to bring it to a comfortable warm temperature, perhaps 5 degrees Fahrenheit below body temperature.

"But, Sir, I... I..." I could see the concern and lack of comprehension on her face. She was grappling with where she would expel. Obviously. As I had intended.

"I know what you're thinking, Slut. And no, no provision for you will be made to release in my car."

I let the gravity of my words sink in before reaching up and pouring the water into the bag. When it was full, I screwed the hose and nozzle into the black rubber bag and inverted it. The clip was closed on the hose, so I unclipped it and let a small portion of the water squirt back out into the pitcher. Then I reaffixed it.

I fixed her with an intense gaze. "When I have decided, you will exit the vehicle." An expression of horror overtook her features. I continued without acknowledging, withdrawing a tube of lubricant and applying a dollop liberally to the probe. "I will drive to the other end of the alley. I will have a towel ready for you, as I will accept no mess at all in my vehicle. You will take care of whatever needs you have in between those points. Is this understood, Slut?"

Her jaw trembled as she struggled to form words. "N...N... Please..." she stammered. "Master, p-please... I can't..."

"You know the rules, Slut," I said matter-of-factly. "'No', and 'please' mean nothing." I raised the nozzle, brandishing it in my right hand. "You know the word you have to say to end this session, upon which we will drive home and that will be that. Otherwise, bend over. Get on your hands and knees and put your ass in the air, Slut. You are to receive an enema."

She choked. Her face was a conflicted, tortured mask. She began to cry. "R..." she stammered. "R... Re.... Re..."

Dammit. So close, I pushed her just a hint too far... I prepared to disassemble the apparatus I had set up. My heart was falling.

"Ok, Master!" she gasped suddenly, twisting her body, climbing on her hands and knees on to the back seat, presenting her buttocks for me. "Ok!" she sobbed. "Ok, Master. Give me the enema. I'll... I'll..." she sobbed bitterly. "I'll do whatever you wa... wah... waannnnt..." She finished in a howl of anguish, sobbing and quaking pitifully.

I was almost alarmed. Should I relent? Should I end the session? Was I pushing her too far into something that would end up damaging her? I paused to observe her. She was still crying like a child, but she had her ass pointed straight up and her legs apart... Her vagina was soaked with moisture, her hips slowly rotating and undulating...

I made the decision. This was too enticing. Damn the torpedoes.

"Alright, Slut, prepare yourself," I stated, spreading her cheeks with the fingers of my left hand and exposing her anus. I applied a small drop of lubricant to her sphincter and began massaging it in as she blubbered and shook.

I pressed the nozzle against her puckered butthole. She was howling out sobs and gasping in breath. I was quite alarmed. She was nearing total hysteria. Yet I was compelled to continue.

I felt her sphincter yield, then accept the nozzle. Gently I inserted it further, sliding it slowly up into her rectum.

She was babbling now, totally incoherent in between her sobs and gasps. "Sir, I... I... Please, it's... Sir... I just... No, I... Please... Please, Sir... Please... I beg... Beg you, Sir..."

"The safe word is 'red', Slut. 'Red'. If you want this to stop, all you have to do is say it..."

"Please, Sir... Not the... Please... Alley... I won't... It's... I..."

"Answer me. Please. Mrs. Scott. Peggy. This is me, speaking. This is real, here, this is serious. If you don't give me a positive response, an assurance, I'm going to end this scene here and now. You don't need to be ashamed, or afraid; you've done incredibly, amazingly. I've never been more impressed with a sub, ever. I have nothing but the highest level of respect and pride in what you've accomplished so far. But I need your assurance. Can you do this? Do you want to continue? If you can't, just say nothing, I'll end the scene, everything will be ok and we'll go home. Peggy. Peggy Scott. Do you want to continue?"

She blubbered for a moment, heaving and sobbing.

"Yes!" she cried out suddenly, gasping and sobbing in her breath. "Yes, yes, please... Please, I want to continue... Please... Yes, please, Master, I want to continue..."

"Alright, Peggy," I said softly. "My Slut. Get ready. Here comes the water..."

I released the clip. There was no easy way of turning back now.

"Ah!" she gasped as the warm water began flooding her bowels. "Ah!" She started and froze in alarm. The invasive sensation was clearly demanding all her attention. I watched her carefully for signs of distress or excessive discomfort. As the water flowed, she twisted and lurched a couple of times, but she brought her breathing under control.

I observed the bag as it slowly deflated. I was conflicted with many competing emotions... Total, Dominant lust, concern, fear, excitement, anticipation, compassion...

Peggy's breath came in tortured gasps now with long pauses in between. She was concentrating intensely. Her discomfort and apprehension carve distorted lines of anguish in her features. Would she be able to take it all? She had confided via email the excitement she had towards medical fetishes, and enemas in particular, but had never experienced a full enema, just bulb enemas prior to her delivering her children. My mind was utterly in the present, totally overloaded taking in the spectacle before me, both in excitement and concern. I felt as though this was as arduous for me as it was for her!

Finally, as her gasps turned to moans of discomfort as her bowels distended with liquid, the bag deflated completely. She had taken the full quart and a half!

"Alright, Slut, clench your anus shut. Hold that water. I'm going to remove the nozzle. If you make a mess in my car, I can't tell you how displeased I will be..."

"Y... Y-yes Sir..." she choked out, obviously feeling insistent discomfort.

Gently I withdrew the nozzle. A tiny squirt of water issued, dripping on to the towel I had prepared. Mrs. Scott, Peggy, held her belly and let out a whimper.

I let her suffer for a moment, again gauging her state. I was also testing her, seeing if she would be able to refrain from speaking until I addressed her... She was shifting and rocking gently, both hands clutching her abdomen. Oh, this was delicious... My excitement returned with a full-force rush as I observed her anguish. She was enduring this grief and humiliation for me... Only to please me...

"Ok, Slut, sit up," I commanded her.

With a tortured moan, she clumsily shifted and changed position, bracing with her elbows and knees to try to keep any pressure off her belly. Her eyes were closed and her face clearly showing her discomfort. "Yes, Sir," she bleated as she complied.

Sitting up right, her breath came in quick, little gasps and puffs as her lips formed an 'O'. My cock was throbbing in full erection as she endured this for me. Again I let agonizing seconds pass, seeing if she would speak unbidden.

She gasped and cried out in alarm, her right hand flying in between her legs to cover her anus.

"NNNNNN!" she grunted. "Ah! Ah!" she almost spoke, using all of her will to control the overwhelming distress and need for relief I could she was experiencing. Enraptured, I half had the urge to just play it out, to watch her lose control of her body and expel all over the inside of my car. But that was obviously not an option. Time to release her from the hook I was dangling her from.

"How do you feel, Slut? Do you need to let it go?"

"God, yes, yes, PLEASE Master!" she wailed. "PLEASE! I can't hold it! PLEASE, let me go, Master!!!" She was bouncing up and down in her seat now.

"Alright, Slut, go!" I said tersely, reaching past her to open her door. She flailed around, desperately lurching for the door. Any thought of modesty or propriety was clearly beyond her now. A small jet water issued from between her buttocks as she dove forward out of my Cadillac, spattering the seat. Quickly I wiped it up; the liquid was clear. Fortunately it would not harm my upholstery.

I observed her dash in her high heels, her right hand tucked between her buttocks and her left clutching her belly, as she made best speed into the darkness of the alley. This was insane. I couldn't believe that I had conjured such a risky scenario, and that we were genuinely enacting it!!

A wave of fear washed over me as I quickly exited the back seat and got into the driver's. Putting the Cadillac into gear, I drove off, cold sweat now appearing on my brow as I navigated the dark, silent streets toward the other end of the alley. Never! I swore. Never again would I conjure up such a risky, public scenario! Tits exposed at a gas station was one thing, but this?? What was I thinking!

My heart began pounding and surging up into my throat as I slowed my auto and pulled over to the curb. I searched the darkness of the alley for any hint of Peggy. Fear and concern were eating away at me. I could see no sign of her.

For tortured moments, I sat peering, desperate to see her coming towards my Cadillac. What if someone had seen her? Or if she had tripped in her heels and twisted her ankle? Or something? Shit, I should get out of the car! Right now!

Just as I was unbuckling my seatbelt in a hurried blunder of motion, cursing myself for my recklessness, I saw motion in the lane. Was it her?? Yes! Slowly her pale, white form came into view, shuffling and stumbling like a zombie...

I resisted the urge to run to her and help her, reaching over to open the passenger door....

Hurry, hurry up, dammit! I thought. I was petrified, darting my glance in all directions, looking to see any hint of anyone that might see...

Tears were streaming down her face. She was sobbing, crying piteously, totally incoherent. She basically collapsed into my car, falling into the passenger seat and my lap, clutching to me as her body heaved and quaked.

"There, there," I consoled her. "It's ok, you're ok... Everything's fine, everything's going to be ok. You're amazing, you did wonderfully, it's ok..."

I just held her and continued stroking her hair, muttering endearments to her as she sobbed from the depths of her soul in my lap.

"We have to go, ok?" I muttered to her softly. "We need to drive for a bit, just a few blocks, just to get out of here, ok? You can... You can put your head in my lap, ok? Whatever you need, ok? The scene is over, everything's ok, I'm so proud, I can't believe how far you went, I'm so proud..."

She tried to say something, but just bawled out and held my shirt tightly in her fists. I gently closed her door and shuffled over to the driver's seat, putting the Cadillac into gear and quietly purring away for a couple of blocks. I was careful not to pull away from her grasp. She was definitely challenging or releasing something from deep, deep within. I was scared that I had really done some damage here, that I had pushed her way too far.

I parked the car and took her in my arms, cradling her and rocking her, muttering tender endearments and encouragements to her. Oh, lord, please let her be all right... If I'd done any damage...

After some time her breathing slowed and became more controlled. Her bawling faded to soft bleating, then finally just to deep, even breaths.

My leather pants were covered in her tears. I didn't mind... They were treated for moisture anyway, and if they were ruined, well, they were just pants after all. They could be replaced.

She just clutched me tight and held on to me for some time as I idled the vehicle with the heat on to gently warm her, my arms surrounding her form, trying to make her feel as shielded and protected as I could.

After a good ten minutes, I gently asked of her, "Would you like to go home?"

She just nodded slowly and put her head in my lap.


I engaged the drive and began the journey back to my house as she held me tight.

When I pulled into my driveway, she seemed more in control of her faculties, though she still said nothing.

I offered her my hand, and she took it. I helped her out of the car, and supported her with my hand around her waist as we slowly walked up to my step. I opened my front door and led her inside. I was still unsure of her mental state... I had allowed myself to step so far out of my comfort zone, I had lost control. I would never forgive myself if I had harmed her. I wished she would say something...

When we were inside and I had closed the door, she encircled me with her arms and laid her head against my chest. "Thank you..." she whispered softly.

Relief flooded through me... Surely she was all right?

"Thank you," she whispered again. "That was so amazing, so incredible... I never thought I could feel... That..."

"You're welcome, Peggy," I simply replied in a gentle tone.

"I loved it," she said. "I loved all of it, oh god, every bit of it..." She trembled and sobbed briefly. "Oh lord, I loved every bit of it..."

She held me tightly.

The she looked me submissively in the eye. "Thank you, Master."

Retrieving her purse, she withdrew several hundred dollar bills with shaking hands and placed them in the donations dish.

"That's really not necessary," I began. "I really can't accept..."

"I insist," she stated pointedly. "Please, I insist. May I see you again, Master? Please? Soon?"

I laughed. "Yes! Yes, absolutely!" I was utterly elated and relieved. I was terrified that I'd taken her far too far, but no. She was the sub of my dreams.

"That must have taken a lot out of you, Peggy," I said. "Would you like to relax for a while? Perhaps a drink?"

"Oh, lord, yes," she breathed, "Yes, please, thank you."

"Have a seat," I bade her. "And I never offer this to anyone, but..." I paused. "Would you like to stay the night?"

"Yes!" she gushed. "Yes, oh lord, yes!!"



Mrs. Shepherd Learns To Dominate



This is another sequel to and Observed Threesome and Foursome. This tale just about stands alone, but I think it'd be more instructive (and would be more arousing) to read the earlier stories. This story picks up immediately from An Observed Foursome before going off in another direction.

Thanks again, for the comments, messages and ratings. It's very nice of you. I've also enjoyed the graphic descriptions of how some of you have entertained yourselves as you've been reading!

As ever all participants in this fantasy are well over 21! 

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Chapter 1: Mrs. Shepherd remembers

Mrs. Shepherd was sitting at her desk thinking of the latter part of her first orgy. She'd thought it had all been over when Jack, Stephen and Raphael had fucked her within an inch of her life. In the aftermath of her orgasm she'd been lying on the bed: cum oozing from her cunt and ass as well as dripping from her chin onto the collar and leash that Jack had shackled her with. The leash and collar. The leash and collar which had turned her into their fuck dog. But it had just been the main course. Dessert was yet to come.

Jack's father, had walked in on the scene and was currently holding the leash tight in his hand so Mrs. Shepherd was kneeling like an obedient dog. He was fully dressed in a business suit but he'd released his nine-inch cock and without prompting Mrs. Shepherd was already deep throating his length.

"You're very keen Mrs. Shepherd? And not nearly as proud or as buttoned up as when we first met. I see my boy and his friends have really loosened you up." Mr. Grisham said in a cold hard voice. He pulled the leash so that his cock was almost at the back of her throat and Mrs. Shepherd found herself gagging. He then pushed her back so that she was lying on her back again.

As Mr. Grisham began to slowly undress, unhurriedly hanging his clothes on a nearby chair the three boys sat around Mrs. Shepherd on the bed, playfully slapping their (already) hard dicks across her face. 

She was so pre-occupied that she was taken completely by surprise when Mr. Grisham entered her. He'd grabbed the leash pulling with a tight snap in times with his hard thrusts. She thought Raphael had fucked her hard, but this was another level and it felt like her cunt was hitting a wall with every thrust.

"You enjoying this slut?" Mr. Grisham snarled down at her.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Mrs. Shepherd found herself whimpering.

"Is that how you address me you fucking slut?" he thrust in harder still so she actually moaned as if struck. "I'm your Master from now on! Do you understand you slut?"

"Yes master. Yes master!" she groaned.

"That's better slut. Now take my cock."

"Yes master. Thank you master."

She looked up and saw the three younger men crouched on their knees over her. Slowly wanking their cocks like perverted magic wands over her face.

"I've wanted to fuck you for nearly twenty years Mrs. Shepherd, did you know that?" His rhythm was even quicker.

"No master."

"From now on you are my slave."

"Fuck me master! Fuck me." 

Mrs. Shepherd cunt was hyper sensitive from the three-way fuck she'd just experienced and this final orgasm from this frantic thrusting was taking her over the edge.

Mr. Grisham tightened his grip on the leash as he fucked her with a fury that felt as much like a rage than passion. The shock of the leash biting into her neck caused her to keep her eyes open at the three cocks, like swords, hung over her face. Stephen, again, was the first to cum and he shot his thick load over her face. It came in hot slashes across her cheeks and before she knew what was happening Jack, Mr. Grisham's own son, was laughing.

"You slut! You fucking slut! Take my fucking load you fucking cum whore." He cried.

He came, hitting her nose and forehead before a final load caught her left eye so she was blinking out spunk.

Mr. Grisham was now fucking her so hard that she was screaming obscenities.

"Argh argh argh. Oh fuck me master! Fuck me master! Fuck this whore. Fuck this whore's cunt. Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!"

"Whose cunt is it slut?" Mr. Grisham snarled.

"Your cunt sir. It's your cunt."

"This sluts on fire Raphael. I think you should cool her down." Mr. Grisham chuckled to the muscle bound black man furiously wanking his cock above Mrs. Shepherd's head. "I think it's time to cum in this slut's face. That's what you want Mrs. Shepherd? Isn't it slut?"

"Cum in this slut's face Raphael! Cum in my fucking face!" Mrs. Shepherd screamed.

She heard the snapping of cameras as Jack and Stephen took photographs of her cum drenched face. What a whore she must look!

"You want my cum Mrs. Shepherd?" Raphael laughed down at her.

Mrs. Shepherd was only able to grunt an affirmative as Mr. Grisham fucked her with a greater frenzy that she'd ever known and then she was screaming as the most powerful orgasm tore through her like a storm. It was at this point that Raphael climaxed and he came on her face as if his dick was a fire hose. The cum hit her square in the face and then she was choking on the cum as it went into her open mouth. Suddenly Mr. Grisham pulled his huge cock from her orgasm exhausted cunt and jumped forward so his cock was literally an inch from her face. 

"Take this you bitch!" he snarled and then he was cumming and cumming all over her face. It seemed to be never ending. Shot after shot of cum hitting her face in a relentless torrent.

Finally it was finished and she was utterly covered in the cum of four men. Four men who were virtual strangers.

As she lay there spent, all she could hear was the SNAP SNAP SNAP of the cameras as they all took photos of her. She must look like a cum drowned whore. She slowly masturbated herself as they took her final portraits.

Chapter 2: Mrs. Shepherd finally dominates

Mrs. Shepherd was awoken from her reverie by a nervous knock at the door. She deliberately waited before saying come in. It was late, 7pm, and the school was closed. In her office she had prepared everything. The fire in the splendid period fireplace was raging and an inviting rug was sprawled before it. She planned to be utilizing the space very soon.

"Come in" she used her coldest voice.

Mr. Paul shuffled in looking extremely nervous. To be asked to meet in the Headmistresses office so late was extremely irregular. He knew no good could come of it.

"Sit down Mr. Paul." Mrs. Shepherd gestured. "Do you know why you are here?"

"No." Mr. Paul found himself stuttering.

"There have been complaints about your conduct at the recent alumni reunion Mr. Paul."

Mr. Paul could feel himself going crimson as he recalled the frenzied threesome that he'd enjoyed with Michelle and Claire. What a night that had been! In his newly single state it had been like finding an oasis in a desert. Even now, several months after the event, he found himself masturbating to every single night before he went to sleep as he relieved the orgy. How the fuck had she got wind of that now? Had that malicious bitch Michelle been stirring things up he wondered. His first instinct was to bluff this out. What could she prove after all?

"I have no idea what you're talking about Headmistress."

Mrs. Shepherd said nothing for what seemed like an eternity. Her lips pursed and she finally said:

"Indeed..."

Mrs. Shepherd pressed a button on her personal laptop and he immediately heard the sounds of sex. She turned the laptop around and he was confronted by the sight of Michelle fucking him with a strap on cock. Her tits bounced with each thrust and he looked in wonder, awe and then shame at his face scrunched in rapt ecstasy. He blushed dark red as he began to squeal like a little bitch as Michelle fucked him to orgasm. Mrs. Shepherd paused the film. It was on a close up of his face.

"You realize I have your career in my hand. If this video were to get out, you could never teach again? If this were ever to be put on the internet?"

Mr. Paul gaped at her like a fish that had been caught. 

"What? What erm. I'm sorry. What happens now?" he stuttered after a long silence had passed.. He felt he was in some terrible dream. 

"A very good question Mr. Paul. A number of things could happen, but the most important thing is that you are punished for this shameful display. So what happens now? What happens now is that I want you to strip naked Mr. Paul. That's the first fucking thing that's going to happen." She said it matter a factly. She could have been asking him to take the minutes at a meeting, apart from the swearing.

"What? What the fuck? What do you mean -"

"How dare you question me you contemptible little man. Strip! Strip, you spineless joke! You are to be punished. I am going to punish you! And maybe if you take your punishment like a man, you will still have a job at the end of it." She was almost shouting, in a cold fury, and then her voice dropped, "You've just taken a rather large mortgage out for your flat haven't you? What with your girlfriend walking out on you I imagine the costs of the upkeep are extremely high?"

Again, Mr. Paul found himself gaping. The headmistress glared at him with contempt and before he knew what he was doing he was hurriedly stripping his clothes off. Soon he was standing naked and he was cupping his groin in embarrassment. Sitting in her chair like a throne Mrs. Shepherd looked at him like he was a new kind of bacteria that she'd just discovered.

"Get on your knees little man." She hissed. 

Kneeling naked on the carpet, Mr. Paul's eyes were tightly shut with shame. He was conscious that despite himself his cock was already rock hard in his cupped hands. What the fuck was going on he thought? What did she want? Why was she doing this? 

Mrs. Shepherd stood up from her chair. She was wearing heels and she towered over him as she walked around to the front of his desk. She felt herself reveling in the power. Mr. Paul looked up at her in fear and watched in wonder as she took off her jacket, shrugged of her skirt and then finally unbuttoned her blue blouse. She stood before him wearing a black and red basque and red high heels. His cock now felt like a steel pipe as he found himself imagining the unimaginable. 

She opened a draw and produced a collar and leash from within. Before he could say anything she was tying the collar firmly to his neck.

"Now then my little dog. It's time to take you for a little walk around my office."

She prodded him with her foot and he stumbled in a heap. His cock springing up like a periscope. 

"On all fours slave." Mrs. Shepherd hissed.

Mr. Paul found himself on all fours and then Mrs. Shepherd was walking him around her expansive office and he tried to keep up on his hands and knees, his dick wagging up and down with the exertion like a tail. He had never felt either so foolish or so aroused. She walked quickly around the large office and he struggled to keep up, and she tugged impatiently on the leash which felt very uncomfortable on his neck. After five minutes of this he found himself panting, his knees stinging from the carpet burns. He suddenly felt a terrible pain across his buttocks. He yelped with surprise. Looking over his shoulder he saw that the headmistress was holding now a cane.

"I'm going to have to beat the shame out of you slave. Is that correct of me?" Mrs. Shepherd snarled.

"Yes Headmistress." Mr. Paul found himself stuttering.

With a cruel flourish she caned him again and he found himself yelping.

"Don't you think you should thank your Headmistress?"

"Thank you, Headmistress." He whispered.

She hit him again.

"Thank you, Headmistress."

And again.

"Thank you, Headmistress."

She proceeded to administer another twenty strokes and he thanked her after each one, struggling to contain himself from yelping out. It was painful but he was pleased that although she was hitting him with force he was just about tolerable it. His buttocks stung but the most noticeable thing was just how aroused he was. His cock had never felt so hard or so huge. Mrs. Shepherd had been transfixed by his arousal and had enjoyed watching him being so powerless to hide how turned on he was.

"Why are you so aroused Mr. Paul? Are you actually enjoying being punished?"

"No."

There was a swish of the cane, that harsher than anything he'd received thus far and he yelped out loud. 

"No, what?" Mrs. Shepherd hissed.

"No, Headmistress. I'm sorry Headmistress." Mr. Paul whimpered.

He looked up and his jaw actually dropped as he saw that in between the canings Mrs. Shepherd had actually removed her skimpy pants. Mr. Paul found himself staring at a perfectly shaved cunt. His cock actually jerked.

"Are you hungry Mr. Paul?"

"Yes, Headmistress." he could not believe it, but it were true. You could have offered him the world at that precise moment but all he wanted was to lick and suck this middle aged cunt.

Mrs. Shepherd smiled down at Mr. Paul for the first time. She had never felt so powerful. She walked towards him, he was still on all fours like a timid dog. She rolled the leash around her hand until it was tight around her fist and she was literally holding him by the collar and then she pulled him towards her cunt. She was standing in her heels with her legs parted.

"I think it's time you were fed Mr. Paul." She smirked.

Mr. Paul, gripped by his collar so he was leaning up on his knees uncomfortably. He put his hands on her hips to balance himself but immediately felt the cane wrap his knuckles.

"How dare you touch me with your hands!" Mrs. Shepherd snapped. She took her hand and gripped his hair in a big mound, pulling tight so it hurt and then with force she thrust his face into her cunt. 

Mr. Paul immediately lost sense of anything other than licking and sucking her cunt and clit like a man possessed. She was exceptionally wet and she tasted divine. Mrs. Shepherd struggled to remain composed with the onslaught of pleasure she was receiving. Not only was he a skilled cunt licker but his sheer desperation to devour her was extremely gratifying.

"Lick my cunt, slave. Lick you mistress' cunt. You pathetic man! Lick my cunt." She hissed, trying to expel any kind of pleasure from her voice. Trying to keep the dominant tone that was essential.

Mr. Paul's lips, nose and cheeks were soaked in her juice as he fingered her with his tongue.

"Make me cum you little slut." She hissed.

She tasted so sweet and the collar made him feel like her slut. Utterly dominated.

"You are doing adequately but I feel you need to work harder." She suddenly said and he felt himself being pushed onto his back. He felt the warm reassurance of the white rug by the fire. He blinked with shock and was rewarded with the sight of Mrs. Shepherd's sturdy buttocks lowering onto his face. She opened her legs as wide as she could and pushed her cunt deep into his face so that they were almost joined. Breathing through his nose he licked and sucked as if he had no other purpose than to make her cum. At that precise moment he felt that this only function

"Good slut. Now I want you to clean my arsehole. That's all you're good for."

Mrs. Shepherd repositioned herself so her pink and immaculate arsehole winked at him. It smelt of perfume so she'd obviously prepared for this. He smiled at the thought and then he was licking it, rimming it. He was her slave.

"That's it slut. Clean my arsehole." She hissed. She'd never been rimmed before. It was divine.

Mrs. Shepherd slid herself across his face so that she was alternatively having her cunt and then her asshole enthusiastically worshipped by her slave. She looked into the fire crackling contentedly as she felt the orgasm slowly begin to bubble within her. She closed her knees on his head so that he would feel truly dominated and then looked at his cock that was throbbing with fury, pointing like an angry branch at his navel. The temptation to suck it aggressively or give him a furious hand job was almost irresistible but Mrs. Shepherd had other ideas. As he she felt his tongue probe deep into arsehole she stretched out one finger and stroked the length of his cock, from balls to tip with her long red painted nail. Mr. Paul groaned in ecstasy at such teasing. Mrs. Shepherd shifted position and thrust her cunt deep into his face so it felt like she'd actually punched him with her sex.

"Lick me you slut, make me cum." She shouted. "Make me cum you slut. Lick my cunt. Lick my cunt you pathetic man. Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum!"

And then she was cumming! Her orgasm made her rise up and straighten her back. She lifted herself off his face for a moment before resting her full weight on him. Unable to breathe Mr Paul continued to suck on her clit like his very life depended on it. Perhaps it did, and moments later he could feel her ejaculating all over his face: warm and hot.

"Good slut, good slut, good slut." She praised.

Mrs. Shepherd pushed herself up, her legs felt wobbly and she felt for the desk to steady herself. Mr. Paul lay on the white rug and felt the heat and crackling from the fire calm him as the blood began to rush to his head. He felt utterly exhausted and yet still aroused beyond belief. His cock was like a rigid pole that would have to be released. He heard Mrs. Shepherd fastening something but he was beyond caring. He thought he might actually fall asleep on this rug. He felt he had nothing left. He sensed rather than heard her kneeling before him. 

He opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Shepherd. She'd pulled the basque down to reveal her big sexy tits which made his cock twitch but his eyes inevitably looked south to her groin where a thick black eight inch dildo was strapped. Their eyes met and Mrs. Shepherd smiled cruelly.

"Is there anything you would like me to do for you Mr. Paul?" Mrs. Shepherd asked. 

Mr. Paul found himself blushing yet again, whispered. "I'd like you to fuck me Headmistress."

"Pardon?" Mrs. Shepherd smiled. "I didn't quite catch that?"

"Fuck me Headmistress. Please fuck me." Mr. Paul almost shouted. "I need you to fuck me Headmistress."

"Do you now?" Mrs. Shepherd was smiling to herself as she rubbed a dollop of lube into Mr. Paul's arsehole and then all over the dildo.

"Oh, that feels good Headmistress." He said as he felt her fingers lube him and then tease him by quickly fingering his nether hole.

Mrs. Shepherd put the tip of the cock at the entrance of his arsehole and with her left hand she tightened her hand on the leash, so she pulled the collar tight around his neck.

"You'll have to beg, slave." Mrs. Shepherd cooed. 

"Please fuck me, Headmistress."

Mrs. Shepherd inserted a quarter of an inch into his tight arsehole.

"Fuck me Headmistress."

She slid in three inches in one sudden half jerk and Mr. Paul squealed. And then she slid the rest of the cock in with little mercy. Pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as Mrs. Shepherd began steadily fucking him. Her left hand tugged the leash with every thrust. Her right hand gripped his cock (at last, he thought, at fucking last) and she proceeded to wank it with a slow, almost maddening precision.

"Oh that's amazing, Headmistress! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Are you my slut Mr. Paul?" Mrs. Shepherd asked. She was fucking him with firm thrusts. It felt fantastic. He was her first slut but she was determined that he wouldn't be her last.

"I'm your slut, Headmistress. Fuck me Fuck me. Please Headmistress."

Mrs. Shepherd kept a steady fuck rhythm. She wanked him in even strokes, not too fast. 

"What are you slave?"

"I'm your slut."

She let go of his cock and slapped him around the face.

"I'm you slut WHAT? YOU FUCKING WORM. ANSWER ME!" She astonished them both with her anger and she sped up her fucking such was her agitation.

"I'm your slut, Headmistress. I'm sorry. Please. Please. Please wank me! I need to come Headmistress. I'm your slut, but please wank me! Please wank me! Please make me cum."




Mrs. Sherbitz Ch. 01



Young women are nice. Their bodies so soft, yet firm. And they can give you one hell of a good fuck. But then there are times when only a more mature woman can give you the things that you desire. This is a story about my older neighbor. But it is not just a fuck story. This is a story about my love for her and her love for me.

I have known Mrs. Sherbitz forever. She had been our next-door neighbor since before I was even born. My name is Thomas, and I am 33 years old. Mrs. Sherbitz is 60! I know because I have been giving her birthday cards since I was in kindergarten. And each Mother's Day, I present her with a bouquet of flowers.

Martha, that's her first name, never had any children. But since she has always been like a 2nd mom to me, I gave her a card just like I would to my own mom. Mr. Sherbitz died 8 years ago. And my mom and dad made it a habit that once a week, one of us would have dinner over at her house with her.

My mom and dad moved to New Mexico to be with mom's sister. That was over 4 years ago. Since I had a good job, they left me the house. But I also was left with the chore of having dinner with Mrs. Sherbitz once a week. As it turned out, this wasn't such a chore after all. 

Mrs. Sherbitz was one mean cook. And when I offered to cook some meals, she let me. She said that I was a good cook and that I would make some woman very happy. So then, we would alternate. I would cook one meal and she would cook the next.

We were sitting down to dinner one evening when Mrs. Sherbitz looked over at me. "Ok! I have to ask you this! You have dinner with me every week. I can't remember you missing one week. Even when I was sick, you came over with soup. And it was damn good soup I have to admit! But wouldn't you feel better hanging out with girls your own age? Surely, you can't be looking forward to having dinner with an old gal like me."

I looked over at Mrs. Sherbitz. Putting my fork down I smiled at her. "Well! I figured that if I hung around long enough, I just might get lucky!"

Mrs. Sherbitz looked at me with her mouth open. Then she smiled and began to laugh. "Oh Thomas! You really had me going there! Like you would really be interested in me! I'm an old white woman! I'm not very pretty! And I'm certainly not as firm and shapely as those younger women you could be hanging around! Sometimes I really don't know how to take you! No really! Why do you come here every week?"

I looked at her. "First off, you're not old. I think that older women keep their prime much better than men do. You are pretty! I've always thought that you were pretty! I think that you hide your beauty by wearing those housecoats. And of course you're not as firm and shapely as women half your age! You're not supposed to be. But you're still a hot looking woman. Trust me! And for as long as we have known each other, and that has been my whole life, I have never thought of you as a white woman. And I hope that you have not thought of us as a Black family!"

Mrs. Sherbitz looked at me for a bit. Then she picked up her fork and began to eat. After a bit she looked at me and laughed again. "Thomas! With compliments like that you just may get a kiss after dinner! And no! I have never thought of you or your parents as the "Black" family next door. I was just curious as to why you wish to spend so much time with me, when you could be out doing all kinds of things with women your own age."

We went back to eating, but I noticed that Mrs. Sherbitz would look up at me, then back to her food. After dinner, we always took turns doing the dishes. One of us would wash while the other dried! I was at the sink washing the dishes and Mrs. Sherbitz stood next to me drying them.

As I always did, I would sneak peeks at Mrs. Sherbitz. Even though I knew that her tits would be saggy, they still filled out her bra enough to let me know that there was some nice tit meat there. And her hips were full and rounded. She had gotten a bit heavy around the middle but that wasn't a turnoff for me. And she still had a great pair of legs. They were smooth without all those wrinkles and blue lines that a lot of older white women have.

I guess that she was checking me out also. Cause I would catch her looking at me from time to time. We were almost through, when she stood close to me. I thought she was reaching to get something. My hands were down in the sink. 

Mrs. Sherbitz turned my head towards her and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a long drawn out kiss. She didn't even push her tongue in my mouth. She just pressed her lips hard against mine and kissed me. Then she pulled away and turned her back to me.

I couldn't see the look on her face, but I did hear her let out a soft sigh. I didn't think that she would have wanted me to kiss her back, so I just said a soft, "Thank You". We finished up and I told her that I had a few things that I needed to do. 

I was about to walk out the back door, when she called to me. "Thomas! Do you think we could have dinner again Thursday night? I mean if you're not busy or anything?"

I turned and looked into Mrs. Sherbitz's eyes. There was a slight smile on her face. It looked almost as if she was holding her breath waiting for my answer. I purposely let her see me look her up and down. Then I smiled.

"Only if you cook chicken cutlets. You know how much I love your chicken cutlets. But I would be happy with anything that you cook! But you had better be careful Mrs. Sherbitz! You're gonna make me think that you like having this young man around you!"

With that I turned and walked out her back door. Years ago, her husband and my dad had a fence put up around our houses. But there was a gate placed between them so we could visit each other without going thru the front doors. This allowed me to go over to her house without anyone being the wiser that we visited so often.

That night I lay in bed and thought about Mrs. Sherbitz. I don't know when it happened, but I had started thinking about her in a sexual way. I have always enjoyed the pleasure of older women. They seemed so much more intense and real than the fast younger women. And they didn't want your money or all of your attention. 

My thoughts turned into a fantasy, where I was slowly undressing her. In the fantasy, Mrs. Sherbitz had allowed me to undress her and fuck her! But it wasn't in her bed. We were in the kitchen. She was sitting up on the table with her legs dangling down. Her big floppy tits were hanging down and I was sucking on them as I plowed my hard black dick in and out of her old dripping pussy. 

I started stroking my dick, imagining her soft sighs and cries, as my dick filled her again and again. She was telling me how good it felt. How much she had missed being fucked and that she wanted my dick to fill her over and over. 

It was when I pulled my hard dick from her dripping cunt, that she eased to the floor and took me in her mouth. I was looking down at her, as she looked up at me. Mrs. Sherbitz was taking my dick as deep as she could. That was the picture that took me over the edge. Calling out her name, I spewed my load into my hand and the sheets.

Thursday came. The day seemed longer than usual. And I was surprised that I was so looking forward to having dinner with Mrs. Sherbitz that evening. I decided to stop and buy her a bouquet of flowers. It was just an impulse thing.

I knocked on her back door at our usual dinnertime. I hid the flowers behind my back. I heard her holler that she would be right there. When Mrs. Sherbitz came to the door, I was left standing there with my mouth open as she revealed herself.

Standing in the doorway, she looked so different than how she usually greeted me. Her hair was done! She had gone to the beauty shop and had her hair done! And she wore makeup! It wasn't a lot, but the difference was remarkable. And the color lipstick she wore only accented her small thin lips. They looked even more desirable than I would have thought!

Mrs. Sherbitz had on a pair of earrings, and a thin pearl necklace. This only seemed to accent the simple black dress she wore. And to top it all off, she wore a pair of simple low heels. I looked her up and down, and could do nothing but smile.

"Thomas! Close your mouth before you catch flies! My goodness! You would think that you had never seen a woman dressed up before! I got tired of wearing that old housecoat. And besides! It's been awhile since any man thought I was HOT!"

I closed my mouth then let a big grin plaster my face. Pulling the flowers from behind me, I held them out to her. "These are for you! And seeing you dressed like that, I'm so glad that I bought them."

Mrs. Sherbitz looked at the flowers. Then she looked up at me. This time it was she with her mouth open. Then she began to cry. "Oh Thomas! No one has brought me flowers in such a long time. That was so thoughtful of you!"

She took the flowers, then turned and began to rummage around in her kitchen. She found the vase she was looking for. "Thomas! These will look so good in the center of the table! You are such a dear young man!" All the time she talked, the tears dripped from her eyes. 

"Mrs. Sherbitz! I buy you flowers each and every year. Besides, I figured that if giving you a complement was enough to get a kiss from you, well a bouquet of flowers holds so much more possibility!" 

We both laughed. "Thomas! You buy me flowers for Mother's Day! I've come to expect and look forward to them. But these are different!"

I looked at her. This little gesture seemed to mean so much to her. I was doubly glad that I had thought to buy them. "Well! Having dinner this evening is out of the ordinary. So I thought I would make it more like a date. And I like to give my dates flowers. Whatever you cooked smells great! Let's eat before all your hard work is ruined by getting cold."

I was going to walk past her, when she touched my arm. "Thank you Thomas! Thank you so very much!" Then she kissed me. This time, she slid her hands around my arms and held me as she kissed me. She even let me feel her tongue licking the lips of my mouth. Then she broke away and blushed.

I smiled at her. "Careful Mrs. Sherbitz! Kiss me like that again, and we will definitely spoil dinner!" Taking her hand I led her into the dinning room. She picked up the vase and brought it with her. And I stopped at the doorway. The table had been set, but in the center were two lit candles. And the extension leafs had been taken out to make is shorter. It was set more for and intimate little dinner.

I turned and looked at her. "Mrs. Sherbitz!" She put her finger to my lips to stop anything else I was gonna say. 

"Thomas! If a young man is trying to get lucky, the least I can do is set the atmosphere for him! Come on! The food is getting cold." I noticed that she was blushing. She started to walk pass me when I touched her elbow. When she turned I kissed her. 

My kiss was different from the one she had given me. I pressed her close to me. My lips found hers and I heard her sigh. Pressing my lips gently against hers, I kissed her. But I was in no hurry. I let my tongue slip from my mouth and slide between her thin lips. 

The tip of her tongue touched mine. I heard a small whimper come from her mouth. Then she pressed harder against me. Our tongues touched, then slid against each other. I know that she could feel my hardon pressed against her. My hand slid up and down her back, but I felt her stiffen when it slid across her soft ass. I broke the kiss and looked at her. She hadn't put her arms around me. She still held the vase. 

"You are such a beautiful lady! I didn't mean to be so forward, but I just wanted to kiss you! I'm sorry if I offended you in any way."

Mrs. Sherbitz looked at me. Her face was flushed and her breathing was faster. "You didn't offend me Thomas! It's just that I haven't been kissed like that or touched like that in a long while. Please! Don't think I was offended or upset. Let's eat before all my hard work goes to waste?"

I led her to the table and pulled her chair out. She placed the vase in the middle between the candles. She smiled up at me as she sat down. Then I took my own seat. Like I always do, I fixed her plate. We ate in relative silence. But our eyes kept finding each other and the smiles on our faces remained throughout dinner.

After dinner, I was collecting the plates to put in the sink. Mrs. Sherbitz touched my hand as I picked up her plate. "Thomas? Could we just sit in the parlor for a bit before we clean up? Dinner was so wonderful, I just want to bask in the moment!"

I set her plate down and took her hand. We walked into the parlor and sat on her big soft sofa. We sat in silence for a few moments. Then I felt her hand touch mine. 

"Thomas! Would I be too forward if I asked you to kiss me again? It's been such a long time since a man has kissed me like that! I think I would love to feel that again."

I smiled at her as I turned towards her. This time when I slid my arms around her, she did the same to me. As our faces drew closer, I heard her sigh and she closed her eyes in anticipation. But this time, I didn't just kiss her. Instead, I let the tip of my tongue trace her thin lips. 

My hands were softly stroking her back, and I could feel her fingers stroking mine. I let my fingers toy with the outline of her bra through her dress. I felt her tongue slip from her lips and trace my lips in return. Her breathing had grown faster.

When I pressed my lips against hers and plunged my tongue in her mouth, I felt her shudder. And a whimper escaped her lips. Mrs. Sherbitz pressed hard against me. This time, when my hand slipped down to her hips, she moved even closer to me. 

My other hand slowly slipped across her arm, and I touched her breast thru her dress. I let my hand softly brush against her tit and felt her shiver. I could feel her fingers digging into my back with more pressure. She was letting me know that she liked what she was feeling.

I grew bolder. As my kiss grew more intense, I let my hand cup her tit. They were big enough to fill my hand and have some left over. Mrs. Sherbitz didn't move. She didn't encourage me to go further; nor did she discourage me to stop.

When my fingers found her nipple I gently rolled it between two fingers. Mrs. Sherbitz gasped and took her lips off mine. "Oh Thomas!" she moaned! But I was not in any hurry. I kept rolling her nipple and kissed her cheek and neck. I let my tongue tip caress her soft white skin and she whimpered.

I felt her hand slide across my arm and felt it land in my lap. By this time, my dick was hard and throbbing in my pants. When her hand landed on it, she gasped. I felt her fingers trace the outline of my hard throbbing dick inside my pants.

This time I was the one to groan. "Oh Mrs. Sherbitz!" I let her nipple go and squeezed her whole tit softly. She pressed her tit into my hand. I was nibbling on her ear and letting my tongue stroke the lobe. I felt her shiver and her hand pressed harder onto my dick. 

"Oh Thomas! Oh Thomas! Oh Thomas!" Over and over she called my name. My hand left her tit and dropped to her lap. She didn't move when it pressed into her thigh. But when I attempted to slowly push her dress up, she stiffened. 

I stopped. In fact, I stopped kissing her all together. Looking into her eyes, I could see the smoldering need that was there. I guessed that she had not had the sexual attentions of a man in a long time.

I gave her a kiss on the lips. Not as intense as the last time. Just a soft quick kiss! "Mrs. Sherbitz. I don't want either of us to rush into something that we will both look back on and regret. Dinner was wonderful! You are such a beautiful woman. And I do desire you. 

I know that this is all going much too fast for you. Lets stop before it goes any further? We will have dinner Sunday night, after we have both had time to think about this. If I don't stop now, I won't be able to stop! And I want you to be sure that this is what you want."

I kissed her once more, and then I got up. I know that she could see the bulge in my pants. Hell! I could feel my dick trying to burst thru my pants! Mrs. Sherbitz looked from my bulge to me. She opened her mouth to say something, but I put my finger on her lips. 

"No! I want you to think about this. Once it happens, we can't take it back. And you mean so much to me, I won't take a chance on losing your feelings or respect for me." 

I took my finger away and turned away from her. I heard her soft, "Thank you Thomas", as I closed the door. That night, I worked my hard dick into a frazzle as I thought about her. I was just about to cum, the picture of those thin white lips wrapped around my hard black dick, when the phone rang.



Mrs. Sherbitz Ch. 02



I looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was Mrs. Sherbitz. Smiling, I picked up the receiver. "Thomas? Did I wake you?"

"No Mrs. Sherbitz! In fact, I was just lying here thinking about you?"

She didn't say anything at first. Then she let her words come out in one big rush. "Thomas! I don't know what came over me! It's been so long since any man has paid any attention to me. And when you brought me flowers and kissed me, it was like I was young again! You must think that I'm some kind of wanton woman to have acted like I did! I'm so ashamed! What must you think of me?"

I listened to the anguish in her voice. "Whoa! Slow down Mrs. Sherbitz! First! I don't think that you are some kind of wanton woman. In fact, I think that you are one hell of a lovely woman! And you didn't act in any way different that I did! 

I have a little confession to make Mrs. Sherbitz. I have always thought that you were sexy. Hell! As a kid, I used to peek thru your window! I even once saw you with just your panty and bra on. Mrs. Sherbitz, when I kissed you, it was wonderful. And yes, I didn't want to stop. 

I know that it's been awhile since you have been with anyone. I can only guess what kinds of feelings are starting to awaken inside you. But I wanted you to be sure that what we do is what you really want."

Mrs. Sherbitz didn't say anything at first. Then she began to speak. "First! Please stop calling me Mrs. Sherbitz? You make me feel so much older when you do that. Please call me Martha? Thomas! From that time you said that you might get lucky, I have been thinking about you. And I admit, sometimes my thoughts make me blush.

When I kissed you at the sink, and you didn't pull away, my mind was in a swirl. That night after you left, I thought about what it would be like to really kiss you! And I started thinking about things that I haven't thought about in years.

When Harold died, I tried to get on with my life. But the few men that I went out with were only interested in how much money he had left me. So I stopped dating. I stopped thinking about sex. I was never one of those women who would touch themselves so I just stopped thinking about it. 

Thomas! You made me start thinking about it again. I feel so ashamed telling you this, but the other night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about the kiss I gave you. In my mind, I gave you a different kind of kiss. And things went even further. 

Thomas! I couldn't help myself! Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were rubbing all over my body. I was imagining that it was your hands doing that to me. Thomas! Oh Thomas! I felt so alive! I wanted to seduce you! I wanted to make you want me the way I was beginning to want you.

When we were on the sofa and you were kissing me and licking my neck and ear, I felt so sexy. I felt like I WAS a desirable woman! I could feel your fingers stroking my back, toying with my bra strap thru my dress. You have no idea what you were doing to me.

When you touched my breast and started to play with my nipple, I could barely restrain myself! You had me so wet. Then I felt you! Thomas! You're cock is so big! My mind cried out for it! All I could think of was what it would feel like inside me.

Thomas! When you touched my leg, and I stiffened, it wasn't because I wanted you to stop! My goodness! I wanted you to ravage me right there on the couch. It was embarrassment! I had become so wet! I was so afraid that you would think wrongly of me! That you would see me as some silly old white woman that couldn't control her feelings. Even now, I'm lying in my bed without a stitch of clothes on and I'm soaked! And all I can think about is what I felt when my hand was in your lap."

This time, it was I who waited a few moments before I answered. "Martha! I have always been attracted to older women. They are so much sexier and physically attractive to me! They don't play games like the younger women do. And I have always been attracted to you. 

When I was younger, I used to fantasize about you! Yours was the face that gave me many a pleasant orgasm as I grew up. I would lie in my bed, and imagine what you looked like naked. I would fantasize making love to you! Touching you! Pleasing and being pleased by you! 

I call you Mrs. Sherbitz because it adds to my fantasy! I like the idea that you are so much older than I am. And I love it that you are feeling about me the way that I feel about you. Do you want to know a secret?" I stopped and let the silence between us grow.

I heard her breathing. It was ragged and faster than normal! I knew that she was growing excited. "Yes Thomas? Please tell me?"

"I'm lying on my bed naked too! And thinking about you has me so hard! I'm touching myself thinking about how it felt when your fingers outlined my hard dick thru my pants."

I heard her gasp! "Are you...Are you touching it Thomas? Do you have your hand on it?"

I let a soft moan escape my lips. "Yes Mrs. Sherbitz! I'm touching it thinking about you! My hand is slowly moving up and down with just my fingertips touching it. I'm imagining that they are your fingers."

I heard her soft "oh". "Are you touching yourself Mrs. Sherbitz? Are your fingers touching yourself the way you would imagine me touching you? Are you wet thinking about me touching you there?"

She didn't answer at first. Then she moaned. "Yes Thomas! I am touching it! I feel so, so alive! It's wetter than it has ever been! But I'm afraid! I have a lot of hair there. And most of it is gray. I'm afraid that the sight of it will turn you off."

I groaned! "Oh Mrs. Sherbitz! You have my dick so hard thinking about you! I can close my eyes and see your hairy cunt! I want to touch it and stroke my fingers up and down your wet slit! I like the idea that you have a lot of hair! And the thought of all that gray hair only makes me want to kiss you there."

Mrs. Sherbitz moaned. "Oh Thomas! Would you really do that? Would you kiss and lick me there? Oh my goodness! I haven't had that in so long! Oh Thomas! My finger is going in! I'm working my finger in slowly thinking about you! Will you be gentle with me? Will you go slowly? It's so big and I haven't had a man in so long. You won't hurt me will you Thomas?"

"Stroke it slowly Martha! No my darling! I would never hurt you! I want to lay you down on your bed, with your soft white thighs open wide. I will bend my head and let my tongue lick and kiss your hairy cunt. Use two fingers Martha! I want you to know what it's gonna feel like when I slowly push my hard dick in you."

I could hear her soft moaning on the other side of the phone. "Thomas! Do you think I'm a bad woman? Do you think that I'm a wanton hussy? Will you still care for me if you make love to me? I don't want to lose you! I can't lose you! Having you around means so much to me!"

I ignored her words. "Slowly Martha. I want you to work those fingers in your pussy nice and slow. That's it! Push them in as far as you can. This is how I'm gonna make love to you. I'm gonna let you feel each and every inch each time I push it up into you. That's it! Now use your thumb to stroke your clit! Do it slow Martha!"

I heard her loud gasp. Then she started crying out. "Oh Thomas! Oh Thomas! What are you doing to me? Oh Thomas! I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Oh baby! Please? Please Thomas? Don't tease me like this? What are you doing over there? Please tell me?"

I was breathing just as hard as she was. My hand was stroking up and down my hard throbbing dick and I knew that I was drawing closer to shooting my load.

"I'm stroking my dick Martha! It's so long and fat! I'm thinking of how wonderful it will feel when I'm slowly fucking up into your wet cunt. When I kissed you, when my tongue felt your lips, I imagined what it will feel like when I have it in your mouth." 

That was it! That thought! That image took her over the edge! I heard her cry out and then she cried out over and over again. It wasn't just a cry; it was a guttural animal noise as her passion took her over the abyss. 

I cried out at the same time. "Oh Martha! Oh Mrs. Sherbitz! I'm Cumming! Oh Mrs. Sherbitz, I'm Cumming thinking about your gray hairy pussy! I can't wait to fuck you! I can't wait to feel your cunt on my mouth! I want to rub and squeeze your soft ass as I slowly push my dick all the way up into you! Argh! Argh! Argh!"

On the other end of the phone I could hear her. "Yes Thomas! I want those things too! I want you to make love to me! I want to feel you inside me! I want you to be deep inside me! Oh baby! Oh Thomas! I'm Cumming! Oh! My pussy is so wet! I'm Cumming so hard! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

We lay in our respective beds and both of us were breathing hard. Then I could hear her soft weeping. "Oh Mrs. Sherbitz! Martha! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cause you any pain!"

I heard her sigh! "Thomas! You have made me feel things that I never thought I would ever feel again. What you hear is my joy and happiness! You have given me back a part of my life that I thought was over." Then I heard her laugh. "You have also given me a job to do! I could never sleep in this bed with it so wet. My goodness! It looks like I had an accident. I've never been this wet! Not even with Harold! I know that I will sleep very well tonight. But I have to go and put clean linen on my bed. Thank you Thomas! I can't wait till Sunday!"

I heard the soft click of her receiver. I got up and went to the bathroom. I had my own cleaning up to do. But in my mind, I was thinking about the coming date I would have with Mrs. Sherbitz! I went to bed with my dick hard all over again.



Mrs. Sherbitz Ch. 03



Sunday morning, my phone rang. It was Mrs. Sherbitz. "Thomas! Would we be able to take a drive this morning! The day seems so nice, and I really don't want to wait till this evening to see you. That is, if you do not have other pressing business to take care of?"

I smiled. Mrs. Sherbitz was always thinking that she was bothering me. "It's funny that you would call me! I was just thinking that I would love to take a long drive with you in the country! Lets pack a small lunch and do it!"

An hour later, we were in the car driving up the interstate. I knew a few backcountry roads that had some nice secluded spots. One of them was breath taking! We chatted about this and that as we drove along. 

I noticed that Mrs.. Sherbitz wore a thin sun dress. She had sandals with no stockings. She had even painted her toenails. She had pretty feet. And the dress had ridden up showing a nice expanse of soft white thigh. She caught me looking. 

"Keep your eyes on the road, young man! I don't want our date interrupted with an accident just because you were not paying attention!"

I laughed! "But Mrs. Sherbitz, I am paying attention! I'm looking at a nice pair of sexy soft thighs. They seem to be calling to me. Telling me to reach over and touch them." I looked over at her. "Should I answer their call?"

Mrs. Sherbitz looked at me and laughed. "Thomas! What am I going to do with you? You have awakened such wanton thoughts in this old woman's head. Of course you should answer! It would be impolite to ignore such a request."

I let my hand fall on her smooth white skin. Mrs. Sherbitz sighed as my hand began to rub her soft thigh. But as I rubbed, my hand went higher and higher. Mrs. Sherbitz leaned her head against the headrest and sighed. It didn't take long for my hand to reach the crotch of her panty.

I smiled when I found it already moist. Damn! It didn't take her long to get wet. She moaned softly, as I stroked the soft pad of hair that was pressed against the inside of her panty. And from what I was feeling, she had a lot of it.

"Thomas! You are turning me into a shameless hussy! I can't believe I'm actually sitting her letting you do this to me!" But even as she talked, she eased down into the seat and spread her thighs wider. I pressed my finger in until it was pushing into her slit. Mrs. Sherbitz moaned and humped her pussy against my finger. 

Laughing, she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Young man! If we have an accident because I'm letting you get me excited, I will never forgive you! You're getting me so wet! I'm glad that I brought an extra pair of panties along!

The other night when you make me climax while you talked to me was wonderful! I'm not used to anyone using such language with me. Harold never used language like that. The way you say cunt, and fuck, I just don't know Thomas. Even after I cleaned up and changed my sheets I couldn't stop myself from touching it again. I had to get a towel to lie on! And I had such an erotic dream!"

I pressed hard until she had taken about an inch of finger in her cunt! Then I found her clit and she moaned loud while humping her hips. "Martha! If the words I use offend you, I'll never say them again."

Martha placed her hand on my thigh. "No Thomas! Quite the contrary! Hearing you talk like that, hearing you use those words excites me. Hearing you tell me how you were going to fuck me! Eat my gray-haired pussy! Making me cum for you! I loved hearing you say those things. I think I would love hearing you call me names too."

She was looking directly into my face as she said those words. I smiled at her. "Tell me about it! Tell me all about your erotic dream! I want to stroke this wet cunt while you talk. I want your hairy pussy to get dripping wet."

Mrs. Sherbitz was breathing hard. "You had me laid out on my bed. You were on top of me and we were making love. No! You were fucking me! That's what you said you wanted to do, isn't it? Fuck me? You were driving that big black dick in and out of my pussy! I kept Cumming and Cumming, but you wouldn't stop! You told me that this pussy belonged to you from now on. That you would fuck me whenever you wanted to. You said that you would do things to me that no man had ever done before. And I kept telling you that it was yours, that it belonged to you and you could do anything to me you wanted. That I would let you have me however you wanted me. Oh Thomas! I came and came in my dream! I came until I begged you to stop cause I couldn't continue anymore!"

I stroked Mrs. Sherbitz to a nice climax, and then I let her rest while I concentrated on my driving. But I noticed that even as she sat and recovered, her hands were busy rubbing and stroking her naked thigh while I watched her and the road. 

I pulled into a deserted road and drove for anther 10 minutes. Then I stopped the car and got out. We were in a small grove of trees, surrounded by bushes. There was no way to see the car from the small road we had traveled.

I got out and went around to her door. Helping her out, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Mrs. Sherbitz leaned into the kiss and gave it back to me with all the passion I was giving her. I told her to close her eyes. 

I led her by the hand for about two minutes. She laughed and told me that I had better not let her trip or get whacked by a low hanging branch. I stopped and turned her around. Then I got behind her and pressed up close. My hands slid around her and I held her to me with her back to my front.

"Open your eyes!" When she did, I heard her gasp! Then she pressed back against me even harder. 

"Oh Thomas! It's beautiful! How on earth did you ever find this place?" We were standing in a shelter of pine trees that looked out over the valley. The view was breathtaking! 

As I held her, my hands palmed her big tits. I started manipulating her nipples. "Do you like the view? I found this place by accident a long time ago. Since then, it has become a place I come to and think."

I started licking and kissing along her neck and her ear. I felt Mrs. Sherbitz shiver and press back against me. "Thomas! When you do that to me, you have no idea the feelings it gives me. I can feel shivers in places that I never felt them before."

I knew that she could feel my hard dick pressed into the cheeks of her soft ass. I squeezed her nipples harder as I ground my dick against her soft skin. "Mmmmm! Can you feel what you're doing to me? You have me so hard, I want to tear your clothes off and make love to you right her and now!"

I started sucking her ear lobe. Mrs. Sherbitz moaned and pressed her tits into my hands. I unbuttoned the top of her dress and my hands slipped beneath her bra. I held her naked tits in my hands for the first time. The skin was soft and smooth. Except for the circle that surrounded her nipple. That was speckled with tiny bumps.

I felt her hand slip between us. Mrs. Sherbitz found my hard dick and was rubbing it as I slowly dry humped her ass. I felt her unzipping my pants. She turned in my arms and looked into my eyes. Even as she kissed me, I could feel her drawing my dick from my pants. 

Stepping back, she looked down. "Thomas! My goodness! I knew from feeling it that it was big, but seeing it! It's huge! I don't know if I will ever be able to take that inside me! Surely you'll split me open with a cock that big and fat!"

I didn't say a word. Mrs. Sherbitz took my dick in her hand and began to slowly caress and touch it. Her hands shook as she handled my dick. "You have a beautiful cock! I can't believe the contrast of color! I feel so naughty playing with you right here out in the open like this."

Drops of pre-cum formed at the tip of my dick. Mrs. Sherbitz ran her thumb over them, and then looking at me, she licked her finger. "Have you ever tasted your own pussy juices Martha?" Mrs. Sherbitz shook her head no. I opened up the buttons of her dress.

Sliding my hand down into her panty, I stroked her wet slit. "I love that you get so wet! When I finish eating this juicy cunt; when I finish fucking it; I'm gonna make sure that you taste your pussy from me! Would you like that my sweet cunt? Sucking your crème off my hard throbbing dick? Tasting your juice from my mouth after I have you Cumming on my tongue?"

Mrs. Sherbitz jerked her hips as I slowly fingered her cunt. She was so fuckin' wet! I pulled my fingers out and held them up. They were covered in her juice. "Suck them! Suck them clean! I can't wait to feel your soft lips wrapped around my hard dick! I'm gonna make you such a hungry cock-sucker!"

With a whimper, Martha opened her mouth and bent her head. She never took her eyes off mine as she made hungry sucking noises cleaning my fingers. I kissed her after pulling my fingers from her lips. I could taste her. 

Telling her to remain there and enjoy the view, I turned and went to the car. I brought back the picnic basket, along with a large blanket and two throw pillows. Making sure that there were no ant mounds, I laid the blanket out.

I sat down on the blanket and looked up at her. "Open your dress and remove your bra and panties! I want to finally see what you look like naked."

Mrs. Sherbitz gasped. "Thomas! You want me to get naked right here? Out in the open like this? Someone might come by and see us!"

I laughed! "Mrs. Sherbitz! There is no one else here! And this spot is so secluded, if you didn't know about the road and the trail, you would never find it. Trust me! No one but me is going to see you."

Mrs. Sherbitz looked at me, then looked around one last time. With a big smile on her face she looked at me as she began to unbutton her dress. "Oh Thomas! You make me feel so naughty! Yet you make me feel younger than I have ever felt before."

I watched her as her dress opened and then dropped to the ground. She stood in just her bra and panty. They were red lace. And I have never seen a woman look so fuckin' sexy. I could see that her panty crotch had gotten very wet. She looked down at me, an anxious look on her face.

"I bought this set special for you Thomas. Do you like them? Do I look sexy for you? I know that I'm not as beautiful as some of the younger women you have gone out with. But I hope that I don't disappoint you Thomas."

I looked at her soft white skin. Her tits were too big for the size bra she wore. And her panties were nice and tight on her smooth round ass. Her thighs were thick and soft, with shapely tapered legs and pedicure feet. All in all, I was growing hard just looking at her.

"Damn Martha! You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. Come lay beside me. "

She got down on the blanket and lay next to me. I leaned over and began to kiss her. As we kissed, I let my hand stroke her body. When I cupped her tit, she sighed. Then I tweaked and rubbed her nipple thru the thin material. Mrs. Sherbitz moaned and pressed her tit up against my hand.

I slipped my hand behind her and unsnapped her bra. Then I eased one cup over her tit. Cupping and massaging the soft yielding flesh, I hear her moan, then her sharp intake of breath, as I took the nipple in my mouth.

I sucked the nipple tenderly. Then used the tip of my tongue to circle the slightly pink circle. I felt her hand on my head pressing me down on her tit. I sucked harder, nibbling and softly nipping her flesh with my teeth.

"Oh Thomas! That feels wonderful. Please don't stop?" 

I slipped my hand beneath her other bra cup and had both tits free. I moved to the other tit and gave it the same tender treatment. My hand rubbed her soft stomach. 

My hand slid lower and slipped inside her panty. Martha opened her legs to give me access to her hairy cunt. I couldn't believe how hairy she was. It was like she had a bunch of the softest cotton stuffed between her thighs.

I slowly stroked her soft hair then I let my fingers stroke up and down her slit. I couldn't believe how wet she became. Damn! I knew a lot of younger women who never got this wet. And she was lifting her hips up off the ground to meet my fingers.

I lifted my head and she was looking at me. "Martha. Your pussy is so soft and wet. I can feel how swollen your lips are. I want to let my tongue taste you right here. Will you allow me to eat this delicious pussy? I've wanted to since I first tasted it."


Martha looked and me. Then she grabbed me and kissed me hard. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and she was moaning and pressing against me. "Thomas! You have me so hot! I would let you do anything to me. But please? I want the first time we make love to be in my bed. I don't want our first fuck to be out here on the hard ground. Can we do that? Please?"

I bent my head and kissed her. This time it was slow and sensual. I wanted her to know that it was her that I wanted and not just her hairy cunt. "I promise my darling, I will only use my tongue and fingers on your delicious pussy. I will save the rest of it for later when I have you naked in my arms in bed."

Martha smiled, and then I felt her hands pushing her panties down. She kicked them off in a flourish. I sat back on my heels and stared at the hairiest pussy I had ever seen. She was right when she told me that she had a lot of hair. But even I was not ready for the forest that sat perched on top of her pussy.

She was wet! And her hair was soaked with the juices from her earlier orgasm. Her hair was a paler blond than that on her head. And like she had told me, it was mixed with almost and equal amount of gray hair. Having so much hair, her scent clung to the fibers.

"Am I too hairy for your liking Thomas?" I looked from her cunt to her face. I could see her anxiously waiting for me to answer. She did not want to disappoint me nor did I want to hurt her feelings. Smiling, I slid my fingers into her forest and stroked her pussy lips.

"Martha! With so much hair, I will be smelling your sweet pussy and feeling those fine hairs stroking my face each time I eat you. And I warn you, I'll never get enough of licking your pussy."

I bent down and nuzzled my face into her hairy cunt. Her hairs were so soft. They felt like soft down stroking my face as I rubbed my cheeks against her crotch. I heard her sigh.

My tongue parted her forest and I began to slowly lick against her pussy lips. "Oh Thomas!" I parted her hair and her pink pussy opened before me. God she was wet. Her juices oozed from her cunt in a slow pulsing rhythm. I couldn't wait any longer.

I had wanted to tease her. Wanted to get her to the point where I would have her begging for me to lick and suck her. But looking at her soaked, hairy pussy, I just wanted to taste her in my mouth.

My tongue stroked up into her slit. I felt her whole body tremble. I stroked it again and she moaned. I lifted my head to look at her. Mrs. Sherbitz had her eyes shut tight. I had my fingers parting her hair, so I let them stroke and massage her clit. I felt her body jerk.

"Anything? Did you tell me that I could do anything to you Mrs. Sherbitz?"

My fingers had her clit between them and I was stroking it slowly. Martha was gasping for air. "Yes Thomas! Oh god, that feels so good! You can do anything to me you want."

I kept stroking her knowing that she was getting closer and closer to the edge. I pressed her clit hard and she moaned louder. "Anything? No matter what? Tell me Martha! I want to hear you say it. But if you do, you will become mine. And I will do anything and everything to you."

Martha opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. "Anything Thomas! You can do what you want to me. I know that you wouldn't hurt me, but you have my pussy in such a state. No man ever made me this hot. Do whatever you want just don't stop!"

I pressed my mouth to her cunt and made a loud sucking noise as I sucked juice from her cunt. I wanted her to hear me sucking her juice. Martha's whole body shook and she cried out. Her pussy flooded my mouth with juice.

I sucked her clit, lashing it with my tongue. I felt her nails biting into my head as she pressed me harder into her cunt. I could barely hear the words she said, but she was saying them over and over.

"Anything Thomas! I'm yours! Anything you want! This pussy belongs to you!" She said it over and over as she tried to pump my head into her cunt. Her body jerked up again and again.

My face was covered with her hot sweet crème. I don't remember any woman tasting as good as she did. I lifted my head. "That's right Martha. This pussy does belong to me now. And I'm gonna eat it and fuck it whenever I want. You want that don't you?"

I bent down and sucked her clit hard biting down softly but firmly. Martha cried out and came again. "Yes! Oh god yes! I'm Cumming Thomas!"

I lifted my head up. "Talk dirty! I want to hear you talking nasty to me as you cum in my mouth."

Martha opened her eyes and looked down at me. "Eat my pussy! Stick that tongue deep in my dripping cunt! You have me so fucking wet! I want it! You know I do! I'll beg you to fuck me! I'll crawl on my knees to that big hard cock! I want to be your wanton hussy! Thomas! Here it comes! Oh baby!"

Her thighs closed over my head and drowned out the words she was saying. But her pussy spoke to me. It flooded my mouth again and again as she came hard. And I made loud noises as I sucked up as much as I could. I didn't know a woman could juice so much. I heard her loud piercing scream. Martha's body shook violently and she lay still.

I looked up at her, afraid that she had fainted or ever worse had a heart attack but her chest was rising and falling and she had such a serene look on her face. Here eyes fluttered and opened.

Martha started to cry. I moved up and captured her in my arms. "Thomas! You have done things to me that no man has ever done. You made me feel like I was dying as I came. And I would have died a very happy old lady. Thank you! Oh God! Thank you!"

She grabbed me and kissed and licked my face. I wanted nothing more than to shove my hard dick in her cunt and fuck her silly. But I also wanted our first fuck to be special. She reached down and stroked my hard dick. 

Martha looked in my eyes. "I meant it Thomas! I meant every word. You can do anything to me. I'll do anything you want me to do. I belong to you from now on. My pussy belongs to only you."

I kissed her as I felt her hand stoking my hard dick. "I love you Martha! I think that I loved you even before I kissed you! You have my dick so fuckin' hard! And I'm gonna do things to you that no man ever did. I'm gonna make you more than just my wanton hussy. I'm gonna make you my dick hungry slut! I'm gonna keep this pussy dripping wet. Suck my dick Martha! Suck it till you fill your mouth with my hot cum!"

Martha smiled as she moved down my body. She opened my pants and pulled my dick free. Looking up at me, her face showed her concern. "It's so big Thomas! I don't know if I can get all of it in my mouth."

I gently pushed her head down to the head of my dick. My pre-cum was oozing from the tip. "When I tell my hot hussy to suck my cock, I only want to see her open mouth taking it in. you'll learn to take it all. You'll learn to take it in every one of your holes. You're my slut now Martha! And you'll learn what it means to be my slut!"

I felt her lips cover my dickhead. It's hard to believe, but older women don't suck dick the way younger women do. They are more slow and methodical. Mrs. Sherbitz slid her lips over the head of my dick and stopped. I felt her tongue slowly licking around the head.

She pulled back, and her tongue tip teased my piss hole. And all the time she looked up into my eyes. She took her mouth off my dick and smiled. "I'll be your slut Thomas. I'll let you do anything you want to me. The thought of you pushing this big black cock up my ass scares me. But I know that you will be gentle and not hurt me. I'll suck this dick every time you take it out your pants if that's what you want baby. Oh Thomas! You make me feel so wonderfully naughty."




Mrs. Sherbitz Ch. 03



As she talked, Martha rubbed her face against my hard throbbing dick. She was stroking it with her cheeks, holding it tenderly in her hands. I wanted to fuck this woman. I wanted to fuck her with every thing I had. But I wanted this first time to be special.

"Today is only for your pleasure Martha. I want to give you so much pleasure you pass out from the sensation of Cumming. I want to fuck you and make love to you all at the same time. I want to hear you beg and make you scream with pleasure. I want to give you every fantasy you could ever dream of."

Martha smiled up at me. I had not seen this kind of love in a woman's eyes in my life. "I love you Thomas! I know that it's silly. My god! I'm older than your mom is. But I love you. Even more than I loved my Harold. Fill my mouth with your hot cum! I want to taste it! I want to swallow it and feel the heat of it in my belly. And later, I want to feel it fill my pussy and drip down your sluts thighs as you suck her clean."

With that, she slipped her lips over the head of my dick and began to slide her mouth back and forth. Her face began to contort as she moaned and whimpered. Then she took her mouth off my dick and looked up at me. Her eyes were glazed.

"Call me names Thomas! I'm your slut! Let me know it!"

I placed my hand at the back of her head and slowly pushed her mouth back down on my dick. "You slut bitch! You cocksuckin' whore! You're gonna drink my cum until it runs out your ears. That's it! Show me how hungry you are for my cum. Suck it slut! Suck my big black dick! You're pussy belongs to me now. And I'm gonna use it whenever I want to. You'll dress like a whore around the house. You'll beg me to let you suck my dick. You'll play with your pussy, tits and ass whenever I tell you to. Oh Martha! Oh you hot old bitch! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill your fuckin' mouth and you had better drink every drop."

I pushed in hard and heard her gag. "Take it slut! Get used to it going down your throat! You're my cock whore now! I may even make you eat pussy. Would you like that you slut?! Feeling me fuck you while I make you use that tongue on another woman's pussy? Oh fuck! I'm cummin' drink it you old cunt! Drink it all!"

My balls erupted and I felt my cum blast out the tip of my dick. Martha gagged but pulled back enough to swallow. Then she swallowed again and again until I felt her pulling every drop of cum from my balls. Drained, I fell back on the blanket exhausted. I felt her kissing and licking my dick. Then she moved up enough to kiss my lips.

The taste of cum was on her lips and in her mouth. But I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue in to taste it from her. Martha moaned and hugged me tight. "It was never like this with Harold. Thomas. It was never like this with anyone. I can't wait until I feel you filling my pussy. You make me so hungry to be fucked."

Martha began to laugh. "Listen to me! I'm talking like I have used these words all my life. See what a naughty woman you have me acting like already! And when you told me that you would have me licking another woman's pussy... Oh Thomas! I don't know why, but that thought, the thought of someone watching you fuck me, the thought of you making me do something like that..." I could see her whole face turn red. But she smiled and kissed me on the lips. 

I let her get dressed but I didn't give her back her panties. Those I stuffed in my pocket. We ate and drank a glass of wine. Then I just nestled her against me and we looked out over the valley. It was a perfect day. And I had the perfect woman to spend it with. I think that both our thoughts were on what else would take place later that night.



Mrs. Silverstein and the Golf Pro



Mrs. Silverstein had been alone for over a year. When she buried her Charley she thought her life was over, now she wasn't so sure about anything.

Julia Silverstein Golden had given her mother golf lessons for a Christmas present. This spring thinking the exercise was good for her she had started to learn the game.

The Golf pro's name was Ted. Ted was tall, handsome, and about thirty-two. How in the world she had managed to get involved with him she still didn't understand.

One day after her lesson, he had asked her to come back to the clubhouse to look at some gloves he thought would help her hands. She held the club so tight; she was giving herself blisters. Once there he had turned the sign to closed for lunch, and dimmed the lights.

She asked him what was going on, and he kissed her. Kissed her so well that she had to sit down her legs were so weak. She shook her head how could she have kissed him back. Much less, what they did later, at fifty-two she should be smarter.

When a woman gets to be a certain age, and sex hasn't been all that much to get excited about and you lose your husband you adjust. Esther had thought herself adjusted. 

When she got a little itchy and all women occasionally get a little itchy she took a bath and her water massager solved the problem. It had worked during marriage and it worked now. At least it had worked until Ted. 

Ted had unleashed a storm of feelings in her that she was finding hard to deal with. Esther was never out of control but just the thought of his hands or his mouth or his penis. She smiled as she shook her head no it wasn't a penis. Charley, her late husband had a penis. Ted had a cock; it was a big beautiful pulsing full of sexual juice cock. The sight of it made her weak in the knees. It also evidently left her weak in the head for she had agreed to go away with him for the weekend.

The telephone rang; she let the message machine pick it up. "Hi, this is Ted, I will be there in about twenty minutes, and no backing out on me so if your not packed get started."

She laughed aloud. He knew her so well. She wasn't packed but as she slowly got up from her breakfast table where she had been thinking, she decided. I will be packed when he arrives.

She hurried to her bedroom blushing at the new things she had bought to wear this weekend. No old t-shirts, no ratty sweats, she had indulged herself in beautiful lingerie for Ted to remove, wonderful new bright colored stretch exercise outfits, new golf clothes and the slinkiest evening gown she had ever seen. She had to admit she looked drop dead gorgeous in it. She hoped Ted agreed.

Esther knew Ted would use the extra key so she filled the tub with her favorite bath oil, tied up her long newly colored ash blond hair, took one last admiring look at her newly tanned body and stepped in to wash and relax.

Head back, eyes closed, she was remembering that first day in the golf pro's office. Ted had masterfully taken her pushing her over his desk and pulling her panties below her knees. He sunk to his knees and first he sniffed deeply and told her how wonderful she smelled. Charley in all her years of marriage had never acknowledged her sensuality. When his tongue licked out and captured her juices, which were dripping down her leg, she moaned out "What are you doing?"

She heard his deep gravel of a laugh and it relaxed her even as he said "Finally getting what I have wanted since we first met and you taste as wonderful as I thought you would." That was all she managed to say as his tongue invaded her pussy so deep it felt like it touched her cervix and his fingers curled around her clit delicately and rolled, pulled, and teased it till she came screaming out in wild abandonment.

Something Charley had never managed to make her do. Now she started to understand what her friends meant about melting into something. She shook for ten minutes afterwards as Ted held her and gently licked and teased her until she could talk again.

Once she could talk again, she heard the sound of a zipper; and then suddenly she was down on her knees in front of the appeared to her as the biggest cock she had ever seen. She said so without thinking and he softly pushed it against her mouth.

"Touch it for me Esther, lick it and then suck it for me. I want to feel your hot mouth making love to my cock. It needs it baby, I need it."

Esther who at fifty-two had never sucked a cock, opened her mouth reached out with her tongue and was hooked. It was hard underneath but soft and warm on top, it twitched as she licked it and grew once she had enveloped the head within her mouth. Ted's soft moans made her feel unbelievably sexy.

She looked up at him and licked and said "I never did this before what do I do now?" 

Ted's eyes grew wide and then a soft beautiful smile covered his face. " Like this" and he tangled his hands in her hair and said "now lick all around my head and tease the small hole with your tongue". So, it went for the next twenty minutes until she had managed to swallow him deep into her throat and finally he groaning aloud said "Suck hard now and swallow" She did and the sweetest tasting thick liquid of her life filled her mouth. The amount overloaded her ability to swallow. Finally, she just let it drizzle out of her mouth and down her shirt. She grinned and said. "Was that right?"

All Ted could do was nod, as he sat on his desk.

She was much better at cocksucking now she smiled, There was a time when that word wouldn't even have been in her vocabulary but Ted was opening lots of doors for her to go through and so far all of them had been exciting.

Musing over how she had learned to love his cock deep in her pussy and now even in her ass, she knew she wasn't the woman she had been six short months ago. She reached out to tweak her nipples with one hand as the other one searched for her clit and pussy. The tremors were delightful; she didn't know how she went through all those years thinking sex was a stupid waste of time. Good thing Charley couldn't see her now. Moaning louder she pushed two fingers deep inside her, and heard.

"That's the sexiest thing I have seen in months." She gasped standing in the doorway was Ted. She jerked her hand out and went to stand. He quickly covered the distance to the tub. "No please darling, I want to watch you finish for me. I want to see you come for our mutual pleasure."

She colored deeply and shook her head, "I can't." He smiled, "then I will help you dearest. Soon you will want to show me how you make love to yourself, I can wait." He sat on the floor and reaching deep into the tub pushed his fingers into her waiting pussy and then into her waiting ass, which she relaxed for his entrance, as he had taught her so many months ago. This earned her a toe-curling kiss. Now he lowered his head and his mouth found her nipples. "Hold them together for me you hot little slut"

She did what he asked, even as her mind rapidly going into overload thought, he called me a slut and I loved it, what is wrong with me?

This allowed Ted to bite, suck, and lick both of her breasts and nipples at the same time. Soon she was lost in a deep earth-moving climax. She wiggled so much a lot of water splashed out and since he was wet anyway he kicked off his shoes and joined her in the tub.

Esther's eyes flew open 'Take my shorts down, my lovely woman." She pulled hard and he was naked, his pulsing hard cock in front of her mouth. He smiled and pushing her tits tight together said, "Suck me when you see the head".

She nodded and watched like bird watches it's mother at feeding time. Grabbing her chance to lick and suck him whenever he pushed through her tight slippery tits and into her mouth. Esther couldn't believe how hot she found this. He was fucking her tits and her mouth at the same time. She didn't know men liked to do stuff like that and then he was coming he pulled loose and shot his juices all over her face and hair and breasts laughing as he rubbed it deep into her body.

"Hey I really messed you up, he said when he was recovered. It's a guy thing now all the men in Reno will smell that you are mine." Esther blushed and said, "Not really they can't can they?"

He kissed her deeply "No my innocent, now get washed and I will be in the bedroom so hurry."

She did and was surprised to see him waiting naked on the bed for her. "Don't we have to leave?"

"Not just yet", he patted the bed. She lay down next to him and he pulled her close. "That taste of you made me hungry. I want more before we go." He pushed her up on her hands and knees pushing into her in one fluid stroke. She gasped in pleasure. He slapped her ass lightly and she wiggled it felt good. 

"Do you like that my lovely slut?" She nodded; he hit her lightly again "then tell me so".

Esther blushed and softly almost too soft to be heard said, "When you call me a slut and spank me like that it makes me want you more."

Ted leaned down and bit her ass gently. "Do you like it when I fuck your ass Esther?" 

Again, it took her minutes to answer. "I didn't the first time, but now it gives me some of my strongest orgasms. I think it's the idea of it"

He smiled to himself; she had come a long way, this innocent woman. She had no idea when he first took her how very desirable she was. He could not believe that a woman married for so long and one that was so hot had a husband that had been so neglectful. He hoped she liked his surprise.

Soon they were on the road, this time he told her no time for a shower for he wanted to smell her arousal in his truck. Blushing again she agreed to the no shower, and surprised him again when he asked her not to wear panties and she agreed.

She was wearing a beautiful low cut sundress made of a sheer material that showed the beautiful roundness of her breasts and when he lightly touched her he could see her nipple rise in anticipation. Yes she was a beautiful sight. No one would ever believe her true age. He didn't want children so age didn't matter. It only troubled Esther and she was coming along well, soon it wouldn't bother her either. He did want her. He needed her for many things and the sex was just a side advantage.

He knew that it made him almost a fortune hunter to want and need her money, but he also knew that he believed in that until death us do part stuff and she would die a happy woman with him instead of a lonely widow. So, he was content.

They pulled into Reno very early in the morning. Esther was sleeping curled up trustingly against him. He leaned over after turning off the truck and kissed her awake. "Come on sleepyhead time to check in." 

He had arranged for the bridal suite and for a wedding at nine a.m. that morning. There was a dress and flowers and a ring in the suite. Soon he would know if he was a husband, or a has been.

Opening her big green eyes, she smiled at him. Reno, I love this town. She reached and kissed him, lightly caressing his cock as she did. Yes this woman was a long way from the one he first touched six months ago.

They hurried to the suite. Esther gulped and shivering took his hand. "Ted, I am so ready to fuck you, are you awake enough to make love tonight now that we are here?"

Ted sat the luggage down and laughing so hard he was crying, pulled her to him and before she could say another word she was pushed up against a wall, her dress up over her hips and he was buried so deep inside her their hair was intermingled at the junction of their sexual parts.

"I like it when you talk dirty to me, Mrs. Silverstein." She could only moan as his cock moving inside her and his hands teasing her clit and nipples took her that much closer to an orgasm. 

They came together and he picked her up and carried her into the master suite. Pulled back the bedspread and collapsed with her on the bed. Pulling up the spread, he said rest now. She snuggled in and for the next four hours, they slept.

The sound of the ringing telephone woke Ted up first and it was then that he realized it was less then an hour to their wedding. Time to wake up the bride.

"Good Morning my love," he whispered in her ear. "Time for a shower and breakfast." She sighed and said "ten more minutes please?" He pulled her out of bed and carried her into the bathroom.

"You first then me, we have a tight time schedule this morning. " O.K." she grumbled and turned on the water. By the time she reentered the room breakfast was there and Ted grinning from ear to ear was naked with a ribbon around his erect cock.

"What is this," she giggled. He pointed. She untied the ribbon and read the card. The card told her he loved her and to check his pillow. His pillow said He couldn't live without her and to check her pillow. Her pillow had a jewelry box on it with a rose and a note.

The note said inside is an engagement and a wedding ring. IF you say yes, we have about twenty minutes to get ready.

She screamed, before she cried a little. He soothed and waited for an answer. She eventually said yes. The next thing she said was "I don't have a thing to wear." He pointed. In the closet, was an off white sophisticated wedding suit with a huge hat and all the accessories? There was a knock on the door. He threw on a robe and answered. It was the bellhop delivering her flowers and a hairdresser to do her hair.

"You think of everything," she murmured softly. He answered "I try and headed for the bathroom to change his clothes.

At nine o'clock Reno time, Mrs. Esther Goldstein became the first and last Mrs. Theodore Stephens. We have yet to hear how the family and friends reacted when notified. The honeymooners were too busy to care.

Copyright no reproduction without permission of author April 21, 2002



Mrs. Simms, Caught Red-Handed



"Mrs. Simms, would you please come into my office," said my boss Mr. Tomkins on the intercom on my phone. I immediately entered his office and noticed one of the senior partners, Mr. Kiley, was sitting with him.

"Yes Mr. Tomkins," I said as I approached his desk.

"Please sit down Mrs. Simms," he said as he motioned me to the chair beside Mr. Kiley. "Mrs. Simms it seems we have some sort of discrepancy in the trust account. Ten thousand dollars to be exact. Can you help at all with our investigation?" 

Both gentlemen were looking at me intently. My face became flushed and my stomach felt weird as my blood pressure rose above the safe level. 'God, they found out already,' I thought and I was at a loss for an answer. Let me take you back a month ago.

Johnny, my husband, came home one Friday night and told me he had a sure thing where, if he had seven thousand dollars, he could turn it into a hundred thousand overnight.

"I've got ten thousand in my purse that I must deposit in the trust fund from work, but I must make the deposit by Monday at nine AM. How sure of a thing is this and just how fast can it turn around?" I asked as I saw his eyes grow big.

"Ten grand!? Alright!" he exclaimed as he gave me his assurances that it was as sure as they get. Well John's big plans didn't go as planned and he lost the whole ten thousand. Now I was about to face the music. I felt ill.

"Well Mrs. Simms?" asked Mr. Kiley.

"I just borrowed it. I will pay it back. All of it." I pleaded.

"And just how do you plan to do that?" asked Mr. Tomkins. "Your net pay is less than one thousand bi-weekly and we know your husband isn't working at present, so just how do you plan to return the missing funds. Maybe it's time we called the police," he said as he reached for the phone.

"Now hold on, Old Man," Mr. Kiley said and Mr. Tomkins sat down. "Maybe we can work this thing out. I don't think the firm can use any un-necessary publicity right now and she seems like she wants to set things straight. Let me talk to the partners and see what we can come up with. OK with you my dear?" Mr. Kiley said as he looked me up and down.

"Anything. Anything at all," I said. I didn't want to spend the next ten years in jail. I would be forty when I got out and the best part of my life would be wasted.

Mr. Tomkins said that I should go home for the rest of the day and that they would have a solution worked out in the morning. Needless to say I hung my head in shame as I left and didn't make eye contact with any of my co-workers as I left that day. My head was just spinning as I drove home. I still don't know how I made it, but I arrived home in one piece.

"What are we going to do?" was the question John asked after I told him that we had been found out.

"What ever it takes!" was my response as I tried not to picture myself behind bars. 

I didn't sleep at all that night except I was just drifting off as the alarm went off. I quickly showered and dressed and arrived at the office fifteen minutes early. I was ashamed of the mess I had gotten into. I had worked at the firm for ten years. I started here when I first graduated in the secretarial pool and had worked my way up to being Mr. Tomkins private secretary.

"You're early. Good. Let's get you up stairs and see what the partners have worked out." Mr. Tomkins said as he ushered me to the elevator and up to the executive offices.

As we entered the board room the partners all stopped talking and looked at me. They were all in their sixties, except for Mr. Tomkins, who was in his early fifties.

"Well my dear," Mr Riley started. "We, the partners, have a proposal which we would like to run past you. You can either agree with what we offer or Mr. Tomkins will have his way and we will call the police to handle this matter."

"I'll do what ever it takes!" I splutter out in fear.

"Please wait and hear what I have to say before you make any decisions. We at the firm have seen you grow up over the past ten years and we figure we have a lot invested in you. For the most part, you have been an excellent employee and until this your record has been exemplary to say the least."

I felt a warm glow as he spoke and I was starting to feel a little relief with his kind words.

"But there is this matter of the ten thousand dollars," he continued. "Taking funds from the trust is theft and .....My dear, what ever could you have been thinking?"

The warm glow disappeared and I began to beg.

"Please. I know that I made a mistake and I'm willing to do what ever it takes to correct it.. I know that your trust in me has disappeared, but I will do everything in my power to restore that trust and to make things right again, if you give me the chance."

The partners all began to smile and then Mr. Tomkins took the floor.

"Well Mrs. Simms, it seems that the partners are all in agreement that they will give you an opportunity to repay you debt. Monday afternoon at 1:00 PM sharp, you are to report to this boardroom. You may have the morning to prepare yourself and," he continued as he passed me a few parcels, "Take a hot bath and wear these."

The bags were from 'Saks Of Fifth Avenue' and 'Victoria's Secret.' I nodded and I left for the weekend. I didn't know what I had gotten myself into, but I was sure I would get myself out, somehow.

When I got home John wasn't there. He had left a note:

Becky, 

I just couldn't stand the pressure. I have to get out. I'm sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn't stand to be in jail. 

Good luck. I know things will work out for you. 

John

'Nice guy,' I thought as I tore up the note. The weekend couldn't end quick enough. 

I took a long hot bath and soaked away my troubles for a few moments. It was Monday. I opened the bags and put on the ensemble that Mr. Tomkins gave me to wear. First I put on the black lace thong panties. They fit me perfectly and didn't feel at all uncomfortable. I was shocked at how well the black lacy shelf bra fit, never mind the evening dress. I adjusted my garter and straightened my stockings in the mirror with my dress hiked up over my hips. I gazed at my bare buttocks and thought about the diet I was suppose to start.

The doors to the elevator opened and I knocked on the boardroom door.

"Come in, come in Rebecca. May I call you that? Or would you prefer 'Becky'?"

"Becky is just fine, Mr. Riley," I responded nervously.

"Come sit down and we'll fine tune our agreement," he said as he motioned me to a chaise lounge in the middle of the room. All the partners were seated around the lounge. All smiling.

"Becky, what we propose is that you let us do what ever we wish with you for an hour. We will not harm you in any way. That is guaranteed. For that hour we will reduce the amount that you owe by one thousand dollars. If you co-operate then maybe we'll reduce it at a quicker rate. Again I assure you that you will come to no harm."

I was a little stunned, but in the back of my mind I figured something like this would happen.

"I'll do what ever it takes," I said with conviction. I mean what could these old guys do anyway? Right?

Mr Riley lay me back on the chaise and held out my arms to two of the junior partners. They were very gentle as they took my hands and held them above my shoulders. Then Mr. Shea started to lick my armpit. A shiver ran through me. I could feel my nipples begin to harden. Then Mr. Riley began to lick the other exposed arm pit. They were both so gentle as they lapped up and down my sides. I noticed the two holding my arms were enjoying the show and both were sporting lumps in their trousers.

Mr. Tomkins reached over and untied the straps of my gown and gently pulled the gown down and exposed my breasts. My nipples were hard and poked over the top of my bra. They all gasped. Mr. Tomkins the raised my skirt above my waist exposing my panties and stockings. Quickly two of the gentlemen took one foot each. I could feel their tongues licking my toes through the stocking. Mr Tomkins unclipped the stockings from my garter. I moaned as he slowly slid down each of the stockings as he handed my feet back to the two gentlemen. They began to suck on my toes and at one time one of them had my whole foot in his mouth. Here I was totally spread eagle, having my body parts sucked and licked, but they didn't touch my nipples or my sodden snatch. Both were begging for attention, but these guys had other ideas, so I went with the flow.

"I want to taste her pissy," old Mr. Wilton croaked out.

"Not tonight, George. Don't want to scare the young thing now do we?" Mr. Tomkins said.

'So they aren't really going to do much today,' I thought as I was approaching an unexpected orgasm. I guess it was all the tongues on me or maybe it was the spectacle of it all. But I came with a shutter.

"I think that is enough for today. Wasn't that bad, was it Becky?" Mr Tomkins asked.

"No, not quite what I expected, but, no, it wasn't bad at all," I stated.

"Becky, you'll have to understand. For the past ten years these gentlemen have fantasized about you. What would you look like naked? Seeing your breast and your hardened nipples, your panty cover crotch and your long legs. What would you taste like and to smell your scent? You have done well today and I'm sure that the rest will go quite smoothly. We'll see you tomorrow at 1:00 PM sharp," he said as he passed me two more parcels of what I was to wear the next day.

Well most of the sessions we like the first, but they had graduated to licking my butt. This was Mr. Tomkins specialty. He would get me so aroused as he licked my asshole, occasionally inserting his tongue as deep as it would go. 

The second to the last session I heard Mr. Wilton say, "Can I taste her pissy tonight?"

"Well let's ask her shall we George. Becky can George taste your pissy?" Mr Tomkins asked. I thought he wanted to taste my pussy, which was ready for anything, but it turns out he wanted me to urinate on him; which I did and he drank as much of it as he could swallow. I was so hot at the end of that session that I rubbed myself off as they all watched. I could tell by the 'Ohs' and 'Ahhs' that they enjoyed the show.

The final day was here and I entered the boardroom.

"Today we would like to see you do what you ended last session with. We want to see you please yourself, Mr Tomkins said as he took his seat.

I lifted the hem of my dress to my waist and I asked Mr. Wilton if he would help me with my panties. He quickly agreed and that was the last I saw of those panties. Oh well. Something for his trophy case. I undid my blouse and asked Mr. Riley if he would mind helping me out of my bra. He didn't have to be told twice as I felt his trembling hands quickly release my breast. I rubbed my nipples and they became quickly erect. My right hand lingered around my thighs as I noticed some of the men had their trousers undone and their manhood in their hands, stroking them. 'Maybe tonight I'll get some,' I thought as I continued to tease myself and my clit. Maybe it was the exhibitionist in me or the fact that seven men were watching me pleasure myself, but I was hot. The faster I rubbed they rubbed and then I exploded. I jerked and shuttered and then all of a sudden all the partners came in unison. Squirting their stored up cum all over my naked body. I continued to shutter. Mr. Tomkins passed me the key to the executive washroom and told me to take a shower and clean up and report to his office.

"Mrs. Simms, Rebecca, Becky. You have completed your task and your debt has been paid in full. I have been authorized to offer you a position in the executive offices as the Executive in Charge of Staffing. This will mean a salary increase to two thousand a week with a full expense account and of course, a company car of your choice," Mr. Tomkins said as he took my hand and shook it.

I was stunned to say the least, but then I wondered and asked Mr. Tomkins, "What about the sessions at 1:00 PM?"

"That will be completely up to you, Becky."

"Then tell the partners to be there at 1:00 PM sharp!" 



Mrs. Smith Ch. 06



There I was, once again sitting at the kitchen table with Mrs. Smith, one of her daughters and her two kids. Good ambiance, lovely food, nice people but I would have much rather be with Mrs. Smith alone, especially now that our relationship had progressed almost to the final point.

After leaving each other on Sunday night, we had talked on the phone on Monday night and made plans for a "special" visit on Thursday as her children were supposed to come and spend a long weekend. But Wednesday they called and said that they would arrive on Thursday instead of Friday! At this point it was too late to change our own plans. 

Well at least I was with my sexy Mrs. Smith even if not alone. This was the first time I was seeing her family since Thanksgiving. As the crowd was not as numerous, there was no need to sit tight and I was sitting close to Mrs. Smith but almost at arm's length. Mrs Smith gave me a tight sensual hug when I came in but we could not linger into it as her daughter and grand children were right there in the kitchen. As I followed her into the kitchen I couldn't help putting my hand on one of her generous soft buttocks but had to take it out quickly. 

During the lunch Mrs. Smith wouldn't lose any opportunity to touch me, on the shoulder, on the arm, on the thigh, even on the cheek. I was enjoying those touches as much as I could, feeling her soft hand on my body. She would manage to put sensual pressure with her fingers while her hand rested on me. It was a little bit harder for me to touch her as her touches looked motherly while mine would have not looked respectful. Still I managed to caress her somehow, on her big large thigh under the table; upper thigh so large that I couldn't even cover its width with the full length of my hand. 

At some point I made my fork fall down and I went on four to get it. While doing so, I grabbed her big round calf, put my cheek against it and staid there one or two seconds to enjoy its softness and size.

After lunch her daughter left us to take care of her kids upstairs. She started to clean but Mrs. Smith told her it was OK, that "Mitch and I would do fine". Indeed Mitch and Mrs. Smith would do fine!

As she left and we heard her at the top of the stairs, Mrs. Smith took a-hold of me for a tight embrace with full deep tongue kiss, pushing her breasts and belly against me with her fat arms on my neck and back. I pressed my own chest and belly against her, trying to feel her mass as much as I could through her clothes. I was holding on her fat back, pulling her towards me as much as I could while she was holding my neck and chin with her two hands. 

Finally as we heard some noises upstairs, we stopped and proceeded to clean. As she was loading the dishwasher, I approached her from her right side, facing the stairs to be ready to stop if anybody was coming down. I was caressing and cupping her ass and buttocks in my left hand. As she was bending down to put dishes in, I also cupped her wide and heavy hanging breasts.

She whispered as she kept working...

- Yes that's good. Keep going, keep going...

Finally she was done and she went to the sink to finish the work. As she was doing that, I hugged her from behind, and grabbed her breasts as she was bending over slightly. Feeling her big butt against my crotch while massaging her huge tits almost got me to come; I was doing exactly what I had been dreaming of doing after meeting her the first time. We just staid there for a while. She rested her head on my shoulder and turned it so I could kiss her; she was moving her huge butt slowly against me back and forth, while I was enjoying the embrace, sensing this enormous mass of flesh in my arms, moving my hands on her breasts and her belly, going down the crater of by her belly button, and feeling weak in my legs from my desire.

But then too soon, I had to stop as somebody was coming down the stairs.

- How are you doing?

said her daughter as she appeared in the kitchen.

- Well, we are doing just fine. And Mitch was keeping my spirits up while we were working. 

- Well I need to ask him for his recipe!

Her daughter answered with a smile and a hint of jealousy. 

- No I'm just using the tricks of a young guy, nothing special about it! 

This seemed to make her feel better, and Mrs Smith who was behind her daughter at this point gave me a "nothing special?" kind of look. 

After that I did my usual routine, sitting at the dinner table and trying to work. Mrs. Smith went into her quarters, the kids came to talk to me. Eventually Mrs. Smith came back and asked her daughter if she could run an errand for her. She obliged and took her kids with her, saying that it would give me a break and I could resume my work. They left.

Instead of letting me resume my work, Mrs. Smith came to me, bent over my chair, rested her fat bosom on my shoulder and gave me a long wet kiss. I was loving it, and my hand was caressing her thighs underneath her dress. She stopped and asked me to follow her to the couch. We sat down, kissing and touching each other. As I started pulling her skirt up and massaging her legs, she stopped touching me to fully enjoy what I was doing. She had her fat arm on my neck and kept stroking my head. I went up her large legs and she opened them as I was coming in, leaving just a space for my hand so I could touch both of them at the same time and still keep going further. I was deep kissing her as I approached her underwear.

- Hold on 

she said. 

- Let me stand up. 

She stood up and removed her underwear. Then she sat down and we resumed what we were doing. I started from the knee again and she closed her legs. I was enjoying the fat of her thighs, the warmth as I was getting closer and closer. Finally I reached her pubic hear, caressed her soft mound gently, went through my fingers over the crack several times, and came in. It was very wet, she was enjoying it very much, I was enjoying it very much also but... we heard some noise at the entrance door.

Mrs. Smith quickly composed her self, gave me her underwear to put in my bag. When her daughter came in, she was sitting in the couch with a magazine and I was working at the dinner table... close call!

Well it was tough to do anything!. We resumed whatever we were doing, kids playing, daughter trying to talk to her mother who had other things in mind. Finally the daughter said...

- You seem to be distracted. Is there something wrong?

- No I'm sorry, there is nothing wrong at all. Or... actually there is something. The faucet in the garage leaks and it has bothered me, which is ridiculous, I just need to get it fixed; maybe I can get a plumber to come? Oh actually maybe Mitch could take a look?

And she turned towards me at this point. Pretending that I was not listening to the conversation, I asked for an explanation and I said.

- Not sure that I can do anything but I can certainly take a look. 

Both of us went there. The daughter asked if she could help and Mrs. Smith told her that with the cranked space, it was better if it was just the two of us.

We went to the garage through the kitchen. There was a little room in the back of the garage with a faucet in a corner. Mrs. Smith ignored the faucet, closed the door and pressed her self against me while whispering in my ears...

- Sorry if I come on to you too strongly Mitch, I want you so much!

She was indeed coming on to me very strongly. It might have intimidated me if it was just the two of us, but paradoxically with her daughter and grand children around, I was able to forget my own inhibition and fully enjoy our sexual complicity. 

We hugged and kissed for a while, doing the pressing and moving body dance with me lifting her skirts and exploring her crack, when she said.

- I have an idea... 

And she turned around, bent over, pushed her feet apart and rested her hands on a dresser. 

- You see what I mean?

- I think I do.

I lifted her skirt, saw her majestic naked ass for the first time. It didn't blind me but it certainly mesmerized me. I stroked the big round buttocks, letting my fingers go through the edge of the closed crack, feeling the flesh on both side, coming in a little bit, going through the crack again, coming in further, eventually opening the ass, leaking my fingers, putting my fingers in it, feeling the warmth and wetness and then more fingers, then my hand... She helped me at some point by resting on one hand and pulling one buttock with the other one. The view was magnificent. The crack was huge, and it felt like it was talking to me as I was caressing her buttocks. 

- Come and kiss me, come and lick me, come and please put your dick inside me.

I wanted to go down and put my face inside this dark and juicy cavity but it was not yet the moment to do that. I kept my fingers there instead, going down to her pussy; feeling the very soft fat at the bottom of her buttocks. She started to moan very softly. I pushed my crotch against her ass, feeling the softness and the volume, the anticipation; pushing buttocks away so I could go further in. I brought down my zipper, got my dick out, put my dick in her wet crack, was ready to push it inside, but then... yes you guessed right, her grand children

- Grandma where are you?...

Forget about sex today!

I still pushed my dick inside her quickly but got out almost as fast as I came in. 

- Thank you for this last touch, it was lovely even if very frustrating.

said Mrs. Smith as she let her skirt drop down and readjusted herself.

After that, we both knew that it was hopeless at the house. I was on my way and she brought me back.

- Looks like today is not our day

I said

- Or at least not the day when we take advantage of each other.

she said. 

We laughed, it was better to accept the situation.

- Well it will come. The kids leave on Tuesday morning. I'll make sure to kick them out even if they want to stay. Can I pick you up at 7:00pm? 

- Yes I'll make sure I'm ready.

We parted with a last discreet hug and caresses at the campus door, looking forward to Tuesday night.

Back in my room I relived the frustrating moments and finished them with my hand, dreaming of the soft skin on her buttocks, the wide crack opening on this dark delight, dreamed of our kisses, her tongue, our tongues intertwined, her breath, her lips. Also how wonderful it had felt when my penis went insider her, feeling the tight entry of my bulging head into her vagina; the push and then the warmth and wetness inside. I think whenever I recall the memories of Mrs. Smith, this is the prime moment, the first time I actually went inside her even if it was for just one second.

I was very much looking forward to Tuesday, making up in my mind on how it would work. Would we just undress each other on the couch?... and also wondering whether I was still technically a virgin or not?...

To be continued in a "Literotica" near you...



Mrs. Smith Ch. 07



Here I was, walking almost in the dark in Mrs Smith's quarters hallway, ready to enter Mrs. Smith's room for the very first time...

When she had arrived to pick me up, I got into the car, kissed her discreetly and wanted to touch her . She told me to stop with a loving smile.

- Pardon me, not right now. I'm asking you one thing; from now on and for a little while you don't say a word and follow my instructions; its that OK?

- Certainly OK

Mrs. Smith then took my hand; and with our fingers intertwined we spent the rest of the quick ride to her house without a word.

We got into the garage, she got out of the car, she removed her coat and hanged it as she stepped into the kitchen. She was actually only wearing a beautiful piece of purple lingerie starting right above the level of her pubic hair, showing lots of white breasts, and letting you see through a lot of other flesh. I could not stop myself from staying.

- How sexy...

but she shushed me with a smile.

- Not a word! Remember to follow my instructions. Remove your coat and hang it in the garage. Then give me ten minutes and follow me into my room; and please lock the two doors behind you as you enter.

It all sounded really good, even with my pounding heart... pounding with expectation and also a little bit of stage fear. She turned off the main light, leaving only a small light above the sink. I gave her the 10 minutes, checking anxiously on the kitchen clock. Finally I started to walk in the dark to my destination...

I crossed the living room and got to her door left ajar, seeing only a flicker of light coming from further down. As I entered I could barely see a ten feet hallway with a small ray of light at the end, coming from the left. I closed and locked the door behind me. Then I resumed my walk; and at the end of the hallway I entered her quarters proper. I closed and locked the door that I could barely see on the right side. Then there was another hallway on the left going down towards the light, for another fifteen feet. I finally got to the end, another door left half open and I entered Mrs. Smith's room, a very large room, with candles set up on opposite dressers on each side of a king size bed now facing me as I turned to the right. Mrs Smith was in the bed, looking huge underneath the top sheet with the covers pulled down.

- Now take off all your clothes.

she said with a soft gentle voice.

I would have been very self conscious but the dim light from the candles was helping. And the heat was cranked up so it was very comfortable being naked, warmth wise. Note that it was before the energy crisis, so nobody cared. Still my heart was still pounding, my throat was dry and my excitement was very high. 

- Now remove the sheet from the bed.

I obliged, pulled the sheet form the side, thus discovering the enormous and naked Mrs. Smith; Mrs. Smith who was going to make love with me. She was on her back, with her bare legs opened and her arms reaching out. I could see this huge mound of white flesh, her lovely big breasts resting and hanging slightly on the side of her body, her big white thighs, her large belly flattened by her position but still rising nicely and extending on the sides, and in the center of all that a lovely dark spot. 

- Now lie on top of me.

I started from the bottom of the bed on all four, and travelled over her, getting a lovely aroma when I passed over her pussy; then I got to her head and lay on top of her. Oh did it feel good to have my naked body pressing against hers, my flat belly against her soft fat one, my small chest against her giants boobs, my legs on her thick fleshy ones, and of course my pubic hair mixing with hers, and my cock now trying to find his place in all this flesh! 

I loved the feeling of lying on this nice wobbly cushion; a little bit like a water bed. Later on as a game, I would just lie on top of her fully extended body and exercise her cushiony flesh, moving laterally back and forth or up and down half and inch while still resting on top of her. She would let me do this and laugh with me, actually moving me around with her arms and hands on top of me.

We started to kiss; I went on to adjust my dick which was going all over the place getting stuck in her nooks and crannies; but she grabbed it and put it in her vagina. She was ready for me; it was very wet and so warm and felt so good! I started to moan and was trying to restrain myself. 

- Just let it go Mitch

She whispered in my ears.

This was a good signal and I pushed and shoved, again and again while holding her breasts, her shoulders, her arms, licking her, kissing her; holding her big tits upwards and putting each one in my mouth biting it and sucking it as if I was to inhale it all, pushing her arms backwards while holding the lovely fat and leaking them along with her armpits. And she was responding of sorts, pushing her pelvis to me with each of my thrusts, and bringing her legs on top of me.

- Yes, that's it Mitch, oh it's good, it's "sooooo" good.

I was getting close... I put my elbows on her sides and my arms underneath her upper body with my hands holding her shoulders to give myself added support to put more energy in my thrusts. As it was, with her size my chest was still resting on hers although with less pressure. I then became ready and warned her.

- Mrs. Smith... I'm about to... come

- Go ahead Mitch, just enjoy.

And with a scream I did let it all go. After that I kept pushing my cock in for a while, making sure that all my juice was inside her. And then I remained panting against her, enjoying the contact of her skin, letting go of my arm support and letting my young and light body rest fully against her soft and huge one; while still kissing and licking her, on her mouth, her chin, her cheeks, her shoulders, her ears, and also thanking her softly for this wonderful experience. 

- Thank you, thank you, thank you...

I finally asked.

- I'm not too heavy?

- Oh no, and you feel great

After a while we started to move. I was hoping to get a shower as I was really grungy. I had not wanted to stop Mrs. Smith's wonderfully orchestrated scenario but I was ready to be clean before I would allow myself to be more adventurous. 

- I'd like to take a shower, is it possible?

- Yes go ahead, it's right there and she indicated the bathroom on the left of the bed.

I took a good shower; and then came back. The room seemed even darker now and Mrs. Smith seemed to be asleep, lying on her side opposite me with the sheet covering her, up to her large thighs but with her big buttocks still out for me to admire and lust over.

I staid there for a little while, looking at her, admiring her huge body, her full rear end, the roundness of her wide buttocks, her fat back, her wide shoulders. Also thinking.

- I just made love with this sexy woman.

A nasty voice was telling me that it was weird to be there with this old fat lady but I just had to think of how good it had felt and how much I liked to look at her, to shush the voice.

I got on the bed, thinking the night was over. I got close to Mrs. Smith, my body slowly touching hers... first my chest touching her fat upper back, and then my dick coming in contact with her huge ass with my arm resting on her round hip. No sign from her. This was very arousing, and I immediately was ready for more. I didn't want to wake her up though. So I just stroked her gently, on the lovely hips, on her large side, on her massive shoulders, feeling her wonderful softness and sheer size. A barely audible moan told me that she was awake and didn't mind what I was doing. So I pressed myself against her and reached for her fat belly. I was circling it, and expending my circle as I went; getting to her fat mound and her pubic hair, her large breasts, her huge hips. Finally I cupped her left breast which seemed even bigger in this position. I wanted to have a lot more than two hands to hold this huge breast, play with her hairy crotch, massage her fat belly, feel her massive shoulder, hold her fat upper arms. 

She turned around slightly towards me to give me easier access to her front side. I put my right arm under her neck; part of her body was now resting on mine. She brought her left arm up. Her armpit was right there close to my mouth, I smelled it; there was a concentrate of her odor, lovely, sexy; I kissed it and started to lick it. She giggled and pulled away from me for a split second but came back and said.

- It tickles at first, but keep going, it feels great. 

I obliged, licking her armpit all over, expending to her fat open upper arm, pushing my tongue in the center of her armpit as if was to find a sex hole there. I was using my hand to grab the fat, massaging her tit at the same time, and bringing it to my mouth. Then my hand went to her crotch to stroke her pubic hair. I did put my finger in her pussy, stroked her wide clitoris. She was now moaning hard.

I didn't have much experience then, but decided the best was to follow her sound to guide my actions. Massaging her clitoris was giving the highest response so I concentrated on it. She was now very excited, she turned her face towards me

- Oh it's so good... please kiss me.

Always ready to serve I put my lips on her mouth and we both opened our mouths for a full kiss; ,my chest pressed against her wide shoulder. 

I kept stroking her and caressing her until she got even more excited. Her body was moving on mine, her flesh was all over me, pushing me backwards on the bed, and she was almost screaming. She was moving around so much, it was difficult to keep my fingers inside her.

- It's good, it's good. Oh please don't stop, keep going, it's good!

- It is becoming difficult; let me change position. 

- OK but bring your hand back inside me quickly

I moved down her body and put my arm underneath her belly with her flat on her back. My right hand was fondling her hip and soft upper buttock on the other side. My left hand resumed its work; and my face pressed on her large belly and her soft tits, my dick pressed against her left fat thigh. Her pussy was now even wetter if it was at all possible. And my left fingers were all over her clitoris. Her fat belly was jiggling, her giant boobs were shaking, I kept stroking and stroking, harder and harder, until finally she let out a loud scream, shook all over, and then let herself relax in my arms. I removed my arm from under her, came back up to kiss her once again. I wanted to lick my left hand but was not sure if the etiquette allowed for it. Well there will be other times!

- Thank you, THANK YOU, it felt so great.

she said. We staid there like this for a while, and then my dick pressed on her fleshy hip reminded us of its presence.

- Hey I'm not done here!

Mrs. Smith said.

- Let's take care of him. Help me here.

She turned on her right side, told me to get close to her and then rotated back towards me again, this time so that her crack would be leveled with my dick. Then she opened her giant ass with her left hand. I directed my dick towards her and found my way in this juicy gooey pussy. Again I felt the wonderful tight entry in her vagina. I got closer to her fat back. My right hand moved down to her side to open her crack wider while my left one was grabbing her belly and her boobs. It didn't take me long to be ready to come.

- Go ahead, Come in me again, my sweet Mitch. I want to feel your juice coming full force out of your penis. 

And there I came, I think she felt it, I certainly did. After that I rested for a while, my hips and legs still behind her and my chest bending over her side with my face resting on her mammaries. She then got on her back, and I remained half climbed on her side, kissing her, licking her, massaging her tits and belly, until finally I stopped and we both fell asleep. 

..................

I woke up in the middle of the night, still on her side with my arm around her chest and my head resting on her fat shoulder. What had happened the evening before came back to me; my senses woke up immediately and I got closer to her, pushing my penis against her as if I was to crack a new hole through her. I sensed that she was waking up and indeed she moved without talking. 

She brought a fat pillow on her side and rolled on her belly on top of the pillow, still without saying anything. We had not turned off the candles and the very dim light was allowing me to see what she was doing. The pillow was raising her ass enough to make rear entry easier. She didn't say anything but just lay on her belly waiting for me. She then took my hand, put it in her crack, and opened herself with her two hands. I was getting the picture; she stopped moving afterwards, leaving me in charge.

I brought myself on top of her with my legs in between hers and got on my knees. I massaged the back of her thighs and kissed them, kissing all over them; there was a lot of territory to cover from the knee to the buttock. I also massaged her back, grabbing as much of the rolls of flesh as I could. I bent down to kiss her around her crack, kissing, putting flesh in my mouth, up the left round buttock, down the right one; up the right one, down the left one; licking at the bottom center of the buttocks, putting my tongue in the crack, feeling the juice from her pussy, then back up following the crack with my tongue, kissing inside the hole at the center of the triangle of flesh in her lower back, opening the crack wider with my two hands, then going down her crack again pushing my tongue further down, kissing he fake hole first and then further, smelling and testing the mixture of sweat and life inside, producing saliva as I went, keeping kissing and licking, and... pretending that my tongue was not at the entrance of her asshole. 

Being in the middle of the night in a half awaken state, with Mrs. Smith looking like she was sleeping felt like I was in a fantasy which helped me be adventurous and uninhibited but this was getting a little bit too fast. And even though Mrs. Smith was not giving any sign that she minded I stopped, lay on top of her and brought myself inside her. I felt the tightness on my dick again when entering; how could I ever get tired of this feeling? I just lay there for a while just enjoying being inside her, feeling my penis inside her wet and warm cave, also thinking...

- I'm making love, I'm making love, it feels great!

Then I put my hands underneath her boobs, cupping them both and being careful not to pinch her in the process. Feeling her tits overflowing in my hands, sensing the nipples tickling my palm, gave me a kind of an electrical shock; and again I wanted to explode inside her very badly. I rocked back and forth on top of her, getting more and more excited, pressing her boobs, biting her fat hump at the top of her spine, licking her all over her upper back and neck. Meanwhile she was quietly going with the flow, moaning gently, pushing her back or rotating her pelvis to help me get me further inside her. Finally it all came and the amount of cum sent and the time it took me to relieve it all, felt like I was actually peeing inside her. The tip of my wet dick felts so good. She seemed to have loved it also; and it looked like we had come at the same time. We both lay and I quickly fell asleep on top of Mrs. Smith; Mrs. Smith!... with all due respect to her, my wonderful and huge human comforter.



Mrs. Smith Ch. 08



As early as the next day, Mrs. Smith defined strict boundaries around our sexual relationships. The details may have changed slightly later on, but the basic rules were set on Wednesday night following our first love making night together.

* The first rule was that sex, talk about sex, anything about our sexual relationship would only take place within the confines of her locked quarters. 

* When outside her quarters, if one of us wanted sex, the request was to be made as if somebody else was around.

We chose a signal later on: the requester was to put both hands on the other's shoulders, remove one hand and then let the other hand linger a little bit in place.

* We were to promise that neither of us would ever spoke of this relationship to anybody except to a shrink or to a man of God; and certainly not to any future partner.

If either of us broke those rules, our affair would end, and probably our friendship as well. I later understood, by myself and with the help of Mrs. Smith, the rationale behind those rules and how wise they were. 

When I woke up, Mrs. Smith was gone from the bed, and taking a shower. I lay there all happy after a wonderful night. Mrs Smith came back with a towel covering her huge body from mid thigh to her chest, showing her nice round shoulders and her impressive cleavage. The light pink color of the towel was highlighting the copper of her skin on her upper chest, becoming more white closer to the towel 

- Good morning

she said...

- Did you sleep well, did you have a good night?

- I slept quite well, and...

this said timidly

- I had the most wonderful night with a wonderful lady. 

She smiled and came to me to give me a quick kiss. I got to feel quickly her overflowing breasts on my own chest but she said.

- I need you to get going. Can you be ready quickly, we can grab a coffee and doughnut for you on the way, I'll give you a ride.

- When shall I see you again?

- Tonight, if you can make it. As I'm the requester I'll pick you up again. What time?

- I can be ready by 7:30pm. But if you had waited I would have requested it myself and you wouldn't have to come pick me up.

- No it's OK; I'll be glad to pick you up.

she said with a smile.

I got ready quickly and we left. 

We were back in the room around 8:00pm where she proceeded to lay down the rules and get my understanding. 

She also asked me if I had loved our night together, whether it was my first time. After I answered that I loved it and it was indeed the first time, she told me with a giggle.

- I loved our night together also. It was not my first time but it was certainly a very good and significant experience. 

We were sitting on the bed close to each other, lying on pillows, holding hands, touching each other. The conversation was starting to calm down and there was more and more touching and kissing; I was fondling her big breasts through her shirt; still studying them, amazed by their weight, the way they still held themselves and how they filled her bra. She was letting me do that with a smile of encouragement.

It seems like she was hesitating about something and finally she told me.

- I would like you to know something, but I'm a little bit shy about telling you. And first, I need to be able to trust that you only do what you like to do and that you will say so if you don't like something or feel uncomfortable about it. That's yet another rule that we will need to add to our code.

- I'm completely in agreement with this rule.

- Let me turn off the lights and put a candle on. It will be easier for me to tell.

she said with a slight blush.

She took care of lights and candles and got undressed which gave me the signal to get undressed also. I was looking at her full body while she did that. At first she seemed a little bit shy undressing and walking naked in front of me; but then I had the impression confirmed later on by what she told me, that she was making a point of leaving her shyness behind and instead was basking in my admiration for her beautiful huge self. 

She then climbed on the bed and came to me on four, waddling towards me until her mouth could get close to my ears, her body over me. I lay down all the way to be completely underneath her huge mass. She whispered.

- I want you to know that I love it when you use your mouth and your tongue inside me. Not that I'm complaining about your fingers which are doing a great job too, but I adore your mouth and tongue.

And to emphasize the point, she gave me a big kiss searching inside my mouth for my tongue.

- I actually love your nose also, any of your extremities will do.

I whispered:

- That's great, I love using my mouth myself.

- Actually I suspected that and I loved what you were doing to my rear last night; too bad you stopped!

Well if I had known, I would have kept licking Mrs. Smith's asshole, But I blushed and it almost showed; or at least she sensed my embarrassment.

- Don't worry about it, I still loved it; I didn't say anything yesterday for fear of making you uncomfortable, which I just did!

As she was there hovering over me, her big breasts pushing my chest and her belly stroking mine, I puller her face down to me and put my tongue in her ear. She giggled...

- Oh that's interesting; that's not what I was thinking of, but it's OK, I love it anyway.

-I brought her full body down to me, feeling her weight, holding her head and her hair, licking her ear and ear lobe, going as deep as I could inside.

She giggled and shivered from it. 

We kissed for a while as I stroked her fat back and round buttocks. My hands went inside her crack and felt her little hole. It could be a good opportunity to put my mouth there again but I was enjoying so much having her on top of me, feeling the pressure of her weight, that I didn't move.

Finally I did move out a little bit so she was lying half on my body; and then pushed her away further on the side, so I could get to her pussy with my fingers. I did again what I had done the night before, opening it and tickling her clitoris. She still liked it a lot.

Then I pushed her all the way so she was lying on her back. I bent over and got my face on her belly while rotating to be in a 69 position with my fingers still caressing her. She opened her legs wide to give me easier access. I raised myself a little bit and kissed inside her fat thighs which she was starting to raise. I went from thigh to thigh and my mouth circled around her pussy, right thigh, left thigh, left hip, belly, right hip, right thigh, left thigh, left hip, her mound, getting closer and closer to her opening in a spiral fashion.

Mrs. Smith was getting very excited about it, sensing where I was going with it. As I was getting closer and closer I was smelling the lovely scent of her vagina. And finally I could not take it any more than she could and dove in. My nose went first and replaced my fingers on her clitoris, those same fingers guiding me. My chin and my chest were resting on the soft skin of her fat belly. My dick was pushed against her side and her fat left boob. My arms were hugging her thighs with my hands holding the inside of her thigh at the softest and most sensitive spot. I could feel her fat shoulders with my own inner thigh.

My mouth licked the top of her crack, I pushed my tongue at the entrance and felt her labia. Then my mouth went down to her clitoris and my tongue played with it, pushing, licking, turning around on it. I could tell she was loving it...

- Oh Mitch this feels so good, keep going, do keep going.

As I was moving around up and down, my cock was getting a lovely massage on her flesh and Mrs. Smith was fondling my buttocks and putting her fingers in between them. 

I stopped and came back to her mouth. This is one thing we found out we had in common (among others); we had the same almost need to constantly go back to kissing when our mouths were away for any length of time.

- Do you mind if I kiss you? 

She hesitated one second. Later she told me that she was not sure that she wanted to kiss a mouth which had been sucking her genitals. But then she told herself that as this was so wonderful that she might as well make it as enjoyable as possible for me also; and if I liked to go back and forth from her vagina to her mouth, who was she to tell me not to? 

So she turned her head and kissed me. I loved tasting her sweet saliva after tasting her salty cave. We kissed with full open mouths a little bit while my fingers were taking care of her, and finally she said.

- Now please eat me some more. 

I obliged and went back down, stopping on the way to kiss and suck on her two big breasts, and kissing and licking her wide belly. This way I got to her pussy, started again at the beginning and went down to her clit. This time I just lay on top of her with my legs on each side of her head. I grabbed her fat thighs, brought them up again, kissed them and then pushed them on my cheeks; and kept licking and licking her. She kept moaning, and screaming,

- YES, YES, oh YES... that's it! Keep up the good work.... gooooo

and also moving around a lot, putting her hands on my head trying to push me down further... and sometimes just giving me little kisses on the inside of my thighs and my balls. 

I kept licking, sucking, kissing, bringing my head in and out, trying to bring her thighs up so her asshole would show; cleaning from the pussy entry to the clitoris to the vagina almost to the ass; my mouth and my nose deep inside while hanging on to her huge thighs.

She started to moan very loudly at this point, moving her pelvis back and forth showing me how much she was enjoying it. Like the day before she was moving a lot, and I was almost bouncing on top of her from her excitement. After more moaning, moving and talking louder and louder, she finally screamed and had a full orgasm. It was so exciting that I almost came myself. 

She thanked me profusely, and gave me a big wet kiss at the base of my dick which had been resting in between her two huge tits, 

I moved my legs out of her and rotated to be back to her face, coming back for a big wide kiss. I lay on top of her. She closed her thighs so I could rest completely on her. She was resting her big fat arms on my shoulders and back, and stroking me gently at the same time.

- Mitch thank you; this was so wonderful.

I told her later on as I realized it myself. We were both relaxed with each other, she was helping me feel OK about sex together, and I was just following my instincts, the age old instincts which bring one's mouth to all the smelly and wet parts of one's sex partner. 

She opened her thighs a little bit to let my dick find its way inside; and then she closed them back. For a while I was just resting there, enjoying being inside her, feeling my penis swimming in her vagina, my belly touching her fat belly, my chest resting on her big boobs, the feeling of her boobs, how nice it was to press myself against them, how they resisted to my pressure, my mouth against her mouth, my tongue deep inside, my hands fondling everything they could, love handles, inner arms, feeling her hands fondling me while her fat arms rested on me with her loving and gentle touch.

I was starting to really love Mrs. Smith and thought that life with her was so very easy. I think with her being 30, even 20 years younger, I might have considered making this into something a lot more. But with 38 years apart, we both knew that we were not going to get married; nor did we want to make our love/sex relationship official.

However both Mrs. Smith and I wanted to keep our relationship lasting as much as we could, the sex part and the friend part. In order to do that we needed to ensure the secrecy of the sexual side of our relationship. That's why she made the rule about confining our sexual activities to a very private area; and confine any allusion about it to this same room. She knew that, because of my age, and as she later found out because of my sloppy habits when it came to keeping secrets, that the rule had to be very strict so I wouldn't spill the beans by accident.

It was a little difficult, even a little bit frustrating at first. I would have loved to share this wonderful adventure. But I got used to it. Also the fact that it was so outlandish, a young college freshman with a very obese lady in her fifties, the fact that so few people would understand, was helping me keeping my mouth shut. 

We could talk pretty much about everything all the time; but nothing was ever mentioned about our sexual relationship outside Mrs. Smith's quarters. If you ever watched the first season of Seinfeld, this would remind you of Seinfeld and Elaine separating the "this" from the "that", except that we succeeded where they didn't.

The nice thing is that we were completely open in the bedroom; and there we could talk about absolutely everything. We found out that we had the same ideas about sex... everything goes between two consenting adults as long as it doesn't involve pain or abuse. We were not into any kind of scatology but we didn't shy from the occasional left-over. Bonding didn't interest us much either; we both loved too much to move around each other during sex. 

Another good thing about keeping some limits around sex was that it was not taken for granted. We didn't get tired of it very quickly if we ever did.

After this lovely rest on top of her, she finally said:

- Now Mitch, I want you to fuck me hard.

As she said that, she opened her fat thighs wider and brought them up to give me more access. 

This Mrs. Smith who was so proper, what can we say?.... But I certainly didn't mind and started to rock back and forth, putting all my energy into pounding myself into her. She was very excited by now and so was I. 

- Yes Mitch fuck me this way, that's great!

- Mrs. Smith I'm fucking you hard

- That's even better, keep going Mitch, tell me about it.

This was another first, finding words to accompany the action; timidly at first and then with more assurance as I was getting encouragements.

- Mrs. Smith you are too sexy, I love your fat count, I love your huge breasts, I love your enormous body.

- Oh Mitch it feels so, so good!

and then almost whispering

- Tell me more about what you love about me

- I love your fat juicy pussy, I love your massive shoulders, I love feeling your fat arms hugging me. I love kissing you and licking you everywhere. 

And then trying to bring my hands underneath her.

- I love feeling your huge ass, I love touching your asshole and putting my tongue in it.

Actually I couldn't touch her asshole as it was too hard to put my hands underneath her body especially as I was still cramming into her, but thinking and talking about it was getting me more excited.

It didn't take long at all for us to come together, me exploding into her, both of us screaming about how good it felt. 

- I love you Mrs. Smith.

- I love you Mitch.



Mrs. Smith Ch. 10



And life went on, it was absolutely wonderful to be friend and make love with Mrs. Smith on a very regular basis. But like an idiot, I had to do things to put a halt to this wonderful time.

Mrs. Smith was still looking better. She was starting to change her wardrobe, little by little, wearing lighter colors, showing her forms instead of hiding them, white pants, white shirts, v neck sweaters.... She was even wearing turtlenecks; which were, especially in lighter tones, bringing the attention to her magnificent breasts!

In the early spring, I met a girl named Sabine. She was what most guys would call a hot girl. On top of it she was smart and seemed to be a nice person. I told Mrs. Smith about her during lunch one Sunday. 

- Well, this had to happen eventually with a sexy nice guy like you. I will certainly miss our time together as you won't be as available, especiallly at first. But I'll be happy for you.

After we did the cleaning routine, I was not too sure about what was next so I told Mrs. Smith that I needed to talk to her, and I did our private call with my hands on her soft and wide shoulders.

- OK let's go.

Once we were inside.

- Mrs. Smith can we make love today?

- Well have you indicated in any kind of way to Sabine that, from now on, you are going to be faithful to her?

- No, not even close.

- Well what are we waiting for?

After making love and relaxing together in bed, I worked for a while, sitting naked at her little desk inside the room. And then we dressed up for dinner. She put the white pants and white turtlenecks aforementioned. Boy was she sexy! The funny thing was that the only thing I wanted to do was to rip pants and shirt off, to see the forms underneath that I could already guess.

- Shall we do some dressed rehearsal?

- Yes sounds great. How would you like to start?

- I'd like to start very simple, with me on top of you.

- OK

and she lied down on the bed.

- Now come on top of me my Mitch.

I did, and started to get comfortable on this big cushion of a woman. For some reason, it felt even more exciting than being naked. We just lay there and we kissed, and kissed, our tongues thoroughly mixing, I could feel her big boobs pushing on me through the fabric, and my dick was getting very excited feeling her cunt and wanting it very badly. I started to imitate the sex movement, with my dick and balls in between the top of her thighs, very close to her mound, and she said

- Oh that's interesting, not very original but very, very good.

I kept at it for a while and got so excited, when I realized that I was coming

- Oh shit

Mrs. Smith understood what I meant.

- Don't worry about it, just keep going and enjoy.

- Mrs. Smith, I love you. Mrs Smith you are so sexy. Mrs. Smith I love your huge body and your fat...

And then I came into my pants! I was not inside Mrs. Smith but it felt great nevertheless. 

- Mitch it felt very good. Your dick rubbing on me through several layers did a number on me.

And she giggled.

Lie on your back now, you know we can't waste any of this even if we are breaking the dressed rehearsal rule. She opened my pants, got my shirt and underwear out of the way. And as she was licking me all over she said.

- I will certainly miss doing that!

- I will miss it too. 

This was a bitter sweet moment. 

After dinner, we did the same but naked this time. Some things, one does never get tired of.

Then I missed the next Sunday as I was busy with Sabine. I called Mrs. Smith to see if I could bring Sabine over for lunch the Sunday after.

- We are an item now. Sabine and I are officially a couple.

- Congratulations. Will you bring her so I can meet her?

- Yes I was actually going to ask you if she could come with me this Sunday.

- It will be my pleasure.

The Sunday after Sabine's visit, I was anxious to know what Mrs. Smith thought of Sabine. As soon as I was in, after giving her the usual hug, still sensual, still allowing me to feel her massive body but with no longer any promises of further embrace, I sat on a chair at the kitchen table and I said

- So what do you think of her?

She remained standing up and she said with a reflexive air

- She is a very nice girl, she is pretty as can be, she seems to be smart, gentle and loving...

But Mr's Smith's face was not lightening up as she was saying those words, just as if she had been saying "This girl is bad news".

And then she said

- Now I need to talk to you privately. 

I knew very well what it meant, a visit in the private quarters. I understood now why the reluctance. Mrs. Smith thought Sabine was so wonderful that our own sexual encounters were doomed; and that made her sad. She wanted to tell me about it without any restraints and probably wanted to make love with me one last time, which was wrong but I really couldn't say no... for her own sake of course.

So I followed her, looking at her big ass and already undressing her in my mind, kissing her buttocks, massaging her hips... The last time we had made love was already two weeks before; I realized I wanted to make love with Mrs. Smith very badly.

"Hold on Mitch, calm down! Let Mrs. Smith ask you about it!"

She sat down on the bed and told me to sit in the armchair at the small desk. This was not what I expected. 

- Mitch, Sabine is wonderful indeed but she is not for you!

- Not for me?!...

I was shocked.

- Maybe it's not the right wording, this girl is not going to fulfill your life. You may want her as a girlfriend for a while but I don't think you will be happy with her for the long term.

- But why?... you said she is wonderful!

You really don't see why?

- No.

- Mitch why do you like making love with me, besides the fact that I could be your grandmother and that I have a great personality? What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you want to express your desire for me?

- I think I was understanding what she was getting at, but I was trying to deny it.

- Well it's your skin and your softness and your kindness, Sabine has all that.

- Come on Mitch, don't be silly. You love the fact that I'm fat, big, huge... As we walked in, what were you looking at and fantasizing about as you were following me?.... my kindness!?

She knew me very well; and she could sense that I was admiring her lovely ass. I had to admit that she had a point.

- Do you look at Sabine's rear the same way? Have you noticed that Sabine is skinny? Not that there is anything wrong with it!

I gave her a sheepish look.

- You're attracted to her for a lot of good reasons and I understand them. There also may be some bad ones, like she is a kind of a trophy for you. But that's besides the point. My point is that you are sexually attracted to big girls, not skinny ones; and sexual attraction is a big part of a couple's life. 

It was true but I didn't want to admit it.

- I think it will work out.

- Please Mitch, we are friends. I am ready to give up our sex life. But I really don't think she's the one for you. Please think about what I just said.

We went back to the kitchen, and had lunch. I was trying to ignore what she had said; and I was bumped that we didn't make love, even if it was to be the last time.

A week later I missed Mrs. Smith's lunch again to be with Sabine. I could not very well bring her there all the time; but the following week I came back on my own as Sabine was away. And Mrs. Smith asked me how things were. 

- Are you having a good time with Sabine?

- Yes things are really working out, it seems like we do love each other.

- Did you think about what I told you Mitch?

- Yes I did but I think it's going to work out. You are probably right about the trophy element but I imagined her without it, and I still love her.

- Mitch, Mitch I think you are really making a big mistake.

I raised my voice then and almost whining.

- Well you say that because you're jealous and you just want to keep me for yourself.

- Ouch... that hurts!

For the first time ever I was reacting with Mrs. Smith the way I would have done with my parents, like a teenaged brat. I was ashamed of myself.

- No I'm so sorry, I was totally inappropriate and it was mean of me to say that. I can't believe I have told you that. I'm really sorry!

- Thank your apologies Mitch!... You could be right tough. I think I'm doing it out of love for you, but there is a certainly an element of jealousy and yes, I would also like to keep you for myself. But I believe and I'm hoping that it is the person caring about you who is talking. 

- I know it is Mrs. Smith... I was a total ass.

- Well now , my turn to be mean and become a total ass... 

And she tried to smile while saying that...

- Mitch I need to have a last private talk. 

She opened the door, she asked me to lead the way and said with a smile

- This will prevent you from having naughty thoughts my dear friend.

Again she sat on the bed and asked me to sit on a chair in front of her.

- It's fine to love her Mitch but there's something that you are not getting and I need to demonstrate it to you. I hope you will forgive me, it's going to be hard.

What could be hard?  Was Mrs. Smith going to beat me on the head with a stick or maybe beat me on the head with her huge breasts, that would not be very hard!

She said.

- Come kneel in front of me, and let me guide you. Give my your right hand.

She took my hand and put it on her left breast. 

- Now cup it and press it. Go ahead.

Wow, I loved that. Even if it's was going to be hard, I loved the beginning.

- Keep going...

She was wearing a black shirt. As she was talking she unbuttoned her shirt completely, took my hand away so she could move the side of the shirt out of the way, took her big breast out of her white bra, and put my hand back on her breast.  

- Keep massaging it, Do you feel it?

She was saying that in a completely detached way. I was not detached at all. It was as erotic as our first night together; seeing one side of her shirt opened and one side covered, her huge breast in my hand. I was feeling it indeed. The breast was filling my wide open hand completely, heavy and soft at the same time. As I was starting from the start of ther breast on her chest, I was not even close to touching her arola with my palm. Her nipple was there all erect and taunting me. 

- Do you like it? 

- Oh yes.

- Do you enjoy it?

- Very much so!

At this point I was not thinking of what Mrs. Smith wanted to tell me, I was fully into holding this big breast, ravishing in this task; wondering how much it weighed exactly, not a Guiness book record but certainly a lot.

- Now cup it, massage it, feel the weight in your hand, feel my big erect nipple in your palm. Move this big tit of mine around. 

- ... 

- And now put it in your mouth. Try to swallow it, feel the nipple in your throat. Suck it Mitch my dear, suck it good. 

I was so happy to oblige. I did as I was told, inhaling the breast, feeling the nipple in the back of my mouth, trying to get as much of it as I could inside my mouth, almost choking with it. 

- Keep going, suck my nipple in your tongue, go around it. 

I removed my hand which was getting in the way and held her back to help pull her to my mouth. It went like this for a while, I don't know how long, I had lost the sense of time. 

Meanwhile she remained totally aloof contrary to usual. Except for the hard erect nipple and her words of encouragement, her body was not reacting and she was actually preventing me from moving my hands towards her hips and ass.

She finally said.

- Stop now Mitch and go back to the chair. 

I went back to the chair. She put this wonderful heavy breast back inside the white bra, hooked up the bra, closed her shirt, taking her time to do that, obviously doing it slowly and deliberately. I was still looking at her, drooling and breathing hard.

- I hope you enjoyed it and took a good look Mitch. This was the last time you handled a big boob . I take it you will still look at fat ladies and try to catch a glimpse of their forms but as you are going to be with Sabine, the real thing is over. I know you, I know you won't want to take a mistress; you are the faithful type and it's wonderful. Only an old manipulative woman like me could get you to do what you just did.  You know the choice you're making. From now on you will only enjoy big women from porn magazines or books. 

The internet was not even invented then; or nobody had heard about it.

And also it makes me sad is that you are betraying the large women of this country, choosing a skinny girl and remaining in the closet. They are so few men who are willing to admit to themselves that they are attracted to fat girls, and act upon it. Too bad you will not have the courage to be truthful to your self and come out of the closet.

After her lecture, we got out, had lunch. I didn't have heart for anything. I left soon after eating, gave her a quick hug that she kept at arms bay; no feeling of her chest here, and walked back to the campus.

I was so incredibly sad. She was right! But I did love Sabine, this situation really sucked! And the trouble was, I couldn't even masturbate, as masturbation was leading me to large girls, not skinny ones, exactly the point Mrs. Smith was making; and that I didn't want to have confirmed.

To be continued...

.................................

And what about you, my dear reader who reads about the very full figure Mrs. Smith?... Are you remaining in the closet and betraying those wonderful fat women waiting for you?

If you are already married I certainly don't blame you for reading this whether your wife if small or large; I wouldn't want to encourage you to break your marital vows, and hope that your readings don't prevent you from loving her.

But if you are not taken, what are you doing? Are you embracing who you are, and following your tastes instead of letting the current fat phobia govern you? Your are blessed with wants which are not a crime neither from a society standpoint nor from a religious one. And those wants if accepted, will give you an incredible amount of opportunities. You will find jewels, pearls that others have disregarded!

But you have to go against the sex fashion of this time. You have to be brave to face this barrier. You have to accept the fact that you won't be "cool" and even be mocked by some morons. You have to have the courage to tell the world that you have different tastes than the one currently imposed upon you, the courage to be different!



Mrs. Smith Ch. 11



The next week I didn't have the heart to go back to Mrs. Smith's and cancelled our Sunday lunch. 

Sabine and I were getting along, having fun, going out. Everything seemed fine. Whenever we were around other people we were tender, kissing, showing off. But when we were alone things were not as you would have excepted them to be. Our kisses were distant, nothing really passionate about them. 

As a result our relationship was started to get strained. There was obviously something wrong with the physical side of it. I didn't have the heart to play around with her. How could I when I felt the only thing that would arouse me was Mrs. Smith's breast. It was as if I/Tristan had drunk the love potion with Mrs. Smith instead of with Sabine/Isolde. Whenever I was looking at Sabine's small chest, Mrs Smith's humongous balloons would come to my mind; same thing with Sabine's small rear end compared to Mr's Smith's gigantic sphere. 

I skipped another lunch with Mrs. Smith; I was afraid that seeing her would make things even worse. I had a real hard time not bringing her into my fantasies. Actually the only way I knew of, was by not thinking of sex all together; but you must know how easy that is! Finally went back to her. She sounded happy when I told her on the phone that I would come, and she welcomed me at the door with a full embrace. It was hard not to melt when looking at her nice loving face. I pressed myself against her soft body; at first with only loving platonic thoughts in mind, but after feeling her voluptuous mass in my arms, sex reminded itself with a vengeance and I had to move away, even though the only thing I wanted was to remain glued to her enormous body. 

We had a good time. She asked me how things were doing. I didn't get into the sex details, just letting her know that Sabine and I were having fun together . I'm sure she guessed from what I was not saying that things were not all that wonderful but she didn't point this out. Instead she was getting into my stories, listening, asking for more details. She was not letting on anything of what she had said two weeks before. 

During our time together I was trying not to look at her flesh. It was difficult as my mind was riveted to her. It was especially hard as the warmth of spring had arrived and she was wearing a light dress with short sleeves, showing abundant cleavage, and a good part of her fat legs and arms. Even though I was not "looking" I think I could see her nipples pushing through the dress. While we were talking, my eyes were trying to remain on her own eyes; but her cleavage, and her white boobs starting way before the cut of her dress, were constantly calling for my attention

The following week, Sabine probed me into figuring out what was wrong, and I managed to avoid the discussion for a while. Finally I made up my mind and decided to break up. But how was I going to do that? Who could give me some advice but Mrs. Smith? I called her, told her about my decision, and asked whether she could help me. She said she would be happy to oblige.

After that, my mind was made up, and I could think of Mrs. Smith again. I masturbated our last erotic encounter, thinking how we could continue the breast holding episode... I would stand up and remove her shirt, then her bra; admiring the two beautiful heavy breasts hanging free. She would then lie back down, letting her breasts rest, falling some on the side but still plain and full on her chest like two round hills with a tower on top. I would grab those hills in my hand and massage them, suck them, lick them...

The next Sunday while Sabine was away, I was at Mrs. Smith's, telling her that she had been right, even though she was evil! We both smiled. 

- So what do you think of the best way to break up with her. 

- Let's go in my quarters as we have to be pretty open. 

...

- I don't think you want to tell her that you love fat girls, and she is too skinny for you. Even though this has nothing to do with her, there is a good chance that she will take it personally. And even though she appears to be a nice person, break-ups are never easy and she may turn mean; telling you things that you don't want to hear, even telling you things about me. Knowing you, I don't think you will like it and you may react the wrong way and then tell too much, if you see what I mean...

Yes I saw what she meant. Getting angry could very well get me to spill the beans while singing the praises of Mrs. Smith. And yes I could get angry! Just hearing the possibility that she might say something disparaging about my beloved Mrs. Smith was already getting me irrational. 

- What I advise you to do is to tell her that you realized that you are not ready for a serious relationship, that you really like her, that you wish you were ready to let yourself love her but that going any further would not be fair to her, and actually even taking advantage of her. 

- I love it, I think it will go very well. 

Then the gratitude I felt for her good advice and my particularly strong attraction to her made me want to be in her very badly. The tip of my penis was crying out for her literally. She was sitting on the bed and I sat close to her, feeling with my hip her big buttocks moving out from under, and putting my arm around her wide shoulders to kiss her. 

She pushed me away. 

- No Mitch, not yet. First you break up and then you come back. 

- You want to kill me... What about just a hug and a kiss?

With a knowing smile she said

- OK a hug not too tight and a not too open kiss.

She stood up; I took her huge body in my arms and, ignoring what she had just said and with a big smile, pressed myself against her fat belly and huge boobs; pressing my mouth to hers and pushing my tongue slowly inside her mouth. 

This is a good opportunity to describe "the hug" with Mrs. Smith. 

Before the hug, as we approach each other Mrs. Smith seems to start filling up all the space available with her mass. I start feeling smaller in front of her even though I'm at least four inches taller. We come close and the time extends; seconds becomes minutes. I open my arm wide to circle her flesh. Her smell becomes stronger. Whether it's the perfume or her natural scent which wins depending on the time of the day it's always sexy and wonderful. 

She brings her arm up and wide and pushes her chest forward towards me. My arms reach down to her back and her arms get to my neck. Once I reach her back, I get a more pressing feeling of her boobs on my lower chest and her belly on my crotch. We pull each other closer. I move my left arm up on her shoulder, my hand on her neck; my right hand circles around her back, or goes up to to her left shoulder, goes down to her rump, sometimes under her underwear to the top of her ass crack if her attire allows. She brings her fat arms to my cheeks and pulls my head down so our cheeks can touch each other and our mouths gently kiss. At this point there is even more pressure on our fronts, I can feel her big belly pushing my dick and her boobs pressed against me. I can feel her pelvis tilting and pushing towards me underneath the expense of her flesh, trying to bring her crotch upwards and closer to me. I also push my penis towards her as if I'm going to penetrate her through our clothes.

Sometimes I bring my mouth down to her neck to get more of her scent. She gently kisses my ear. I push my belly forward to get more sense of her boobs and belly. We hold the position this way, as long as circumstances allow. It is heavenly. Even when it is only a split second, like when her family is around, it still gives me the same effect and I just want to be there glued against her for ever. 

This time, after enlacing each other, we moved around a little while; my belly pushed forward, my hands pressing her rolls of fat in he back, my mouth pressing hers; my dick pushed against her belly. But then she said.

- Now we need to stop or "I" won't be able to stop. You bad boy go, break up and come back to me.

I left and looked for Sabine on campus.

Can we talk?...

It ended up not being so bad. Turned out she liked me but she was not really looking forward to a serious relationship after all. I managed to flatter her ego by immediately letting her telling me this and keeping the subject on it. At the end it felt like she was the one breaking up and she asked me whether I was OK! And we remained good friends. Very smooth Mitch!

She probably also wondered whether I was gay. After all I had never pushed my luck with her. As was confirmed to me again and again, any supposedly attractive or "hot" girl will think that you're gay if you don't want to make out with her. 

By the time we were done, it was pretty late though, around 11:00pm. Still I called Mrs. Smith. 

- Mrs. Smith I'm single. 

- Congratulations Mitch!... How are you doing?

- OK

- You're not feeling sad?

- A little bit but not too bad. I think seeing you would make me it all OK. 

- I see... It's a little bit late; I already have my nightgown on. 

- I understand. I'll see you tomorrow, don't worry.

And then we both didn't say anything for a little while, and then at the same time...

- I could...

We laughed. Sounded like we both didn't want to wait. She said.

- Go ahead, what could you do?

- I could walk to your place, it's pretty nice out (it was mid-May, the day had been beautiful).

- And I could come and get you.

- No it's a pain for you. I'll walk. You get ready for me.

- And how should I get ready? 

- Well I need a lot of TLC to compensate for my loss. 

- I think I can give you a lot of TLC. Maybe a big hug?

- A big hug could do it, a big long hug. 

- I can do that, give you a big long hug... and more...

My cock was erect during this conversation, fully anticipating the hug with her, thinking of her silky nightgown letting the flesh show in numerous places.

- See you soon. I'm leaving right now. 

- See you soon... I love you and I want you.

The night was beautiful and I enjoyed the walk. When I got to Mrs. Smith, she opened the door in her night gown, lovely pinkish satin gown letting me see and touch a lot of flesh indeed. She closed the door and whispered.

- I can't wait, let's start the long hug here. 

The lights in the hallway were turned off so nobody could see us. We hugged in the dark. I pressed myself against her mass, she pressed her huge body against mine; we let our cheeks touch and rest close. We moved our hips around against each other.

- Let's go now.

She took my hand and led me to her room. 

Once in her room with the doors locked she faced me again, hugged me and kissed me with her hands on my cheeks and neck. She helped me get my clothes off while standing up and I was soon naked in front of her. She removed her night gown and held her left breast, pointing it to me. 

- Do you remember?

- Oh yes I remember.

She sat down on the bed. I knelt in front of her, cupped this huge breast and lifted it to my mouth. My left arm was on her back and my right hand went down to massage her pussy while my mouth was supporting this heavy breast. 

- It's been so long. I've been dreaming of you sucking on my tits.

- Me too!... but only after I decided to break up with Sabine. 

- Good boy!... Oh suck me!...

- With great pleasure.

After some long sucking, she said...

- Let me get comfortable. 

From her sitting position at the edge of the bed, she lied down on the left to be on her side facing me. And then she moved away from the side of the bed to give me some space. She put a pillow behind her back so she was half lying and half on her side, giving me her chest to enjoy. I backed up a little bit to admire her and see her flesh moving around as she was waddling her big body to get to her final position. She opened her arms and said

- Come to me.

I bent over, kissed her while taking her tits in my hands and pressing them. I sucked on her boobs while setting on all four.

Then I stood up to look at her some more and deciding on what to do next. She was looking at me, alluring me and offering her huge self for my pleasure. She rearranged her right breast lying on the bed sheet; and she lifted her left leg and showed her nice hairy pussy. This told me the next step...

I knelt on the bed and dove in her crevasse, at the same time sliding down and bringing my body half by her and half on top of her, feeling both her belly and her tits against my own belly. Her pussy tasted so good, She kept her leg up giving me all the space needed to be far inside her. My mouth was full of her juice and my own saliva. 

- Oh yes.

I didn't say anything as my mouth was full. I went further up in her crotch, putting my tongue in her vagina; while my cock was getting in between her breasts. I put my right arm underneath her right thigh and put my hand inside her ass crack. 

- Oh yes, that feels so good, keep going.

My tongue licked her inside completely. I was salivating to help getting the area wet and she was producing an abundant flow of juices. I took care of her clit for a while; and then went further down to the beginning or her ass crack. I licked and licked, vagina, ass, clit, while moving my chest and chin in her belly. My left hand was going back and forth between her breasts and her thighs. My dick was pointing straight towards her, perpendicular to my body, and she was massaging it in between her tits, giving me a wonderful tit-job. She was started to scream

- Oh yes, keep going, keep going; oh yes. Mitch I loooooovve you, oh yes Mitch I loovvvee what you do to me. Oh yes your tongue right there in my hole, oh yes push it, further... 

I was dutifully following the instructions, pushing my tongue as far as it could go inside her crannies, nooks, on her clit, inside her vagina.... licking the crevasse between her mound and her bick belly, between her mound and her fat thighs; my dick still pushing hard in between her tits. She was moving her chest to add to the action.

- I love your big dick, I love your mouth, keep going, keep going.. I"m ready to come, are you ready yourself.

- Yes pretty close.

And we kept pushing against each other my tongue and nose now completely inside her. Her own tongue on my crotch with her tits engulfing my penis.

- Yes... 

She screamed; and then I also came at the same time, throwing my juice far inside her tits.

After a little while she lowered down her left leg on my face now buried in between her soft wide thighs, my nose and mouth still at the opening of her vagina, my tongue coming into her at times to lick the juices. My left hand was resting and stroking her big fat arm and fleshy side. My right hand was holding her butt. And my slowly receding penis still engulfed in her huge tits, my chest pushing her belly. She was caressing my cock inside her breasts, kissing and licking my legs, stroking my butt with her left hand and massaging my feet with her right.

I love those times when the relieved passion lets us just enjoy the moment. Then becomes time to just feel, smell, taste. Often the passion even restarts right there; but it was late by then and both of us just dozed after a while. Eventually we moved to be lined up with the bed, and we felt asleep in each other's arms.

Farewell skinny girl. I was back with the wonderful Mrs. Smith, looking forward to more time spent together in her room, more time inside her, more time exploding into her. But had I really learnt my lesson? It was one thing to be with Mrs. Smith in our secret relationship, it was another thing to be out of the closet and dating the campus fat girls!?



Mrs. Smith Ch. 09



After these two nights, we got into some kind of routine. I would come and stay overnight two days a week. We still had our Sundays, and during the week I could usually get one afternoon free. We would usually make love in the afternoon; and then again at night after dinner, followed by a sleep over.

Of course I was excited with all this. I was going around with this big happy smile on my face which did get several people to tell me.

- You're getting laid man!... I don't know with whom, but you are getting laid.

Well most of them didn't use the proper English "with whom" but they did ask this question.

Well yes indeed I was getting laid, and loving it. Strange that it was making love with this very fat old woman, but I was starting not to let the life long should lessons affect me, like this one: "You should only be attracted to young skinny women; and the more their body looks like 15 years old boys the better ". Actually the skinny rule hadn't gone to this extreme yet, but it was going in this direction. 

And it seemed that it was good for her too. She was actually losing weight slowly and gently. It was certainly not my goal, loving her forms as I did; but there was still a lot left and she was indeed looking better, standing up straighter, and as a result showing her bosom even more. Little wrinkles were starting to show at the top of her cleavage; I was finding these very attractive, outlining the start of the valley between her boobs. Plus she was also less tired, less out of breath.

I was all happy with my sexual life, enjoying being with Mrs. Smith tremendously and still being aroused when I was not with her. I was masturbating when away from her; not always dreaming about her specifically, but her virtual self was never very far during those solitary sessions. 

The morning after our second night, we woke up together, she took me in her arms and pushed me on her side so my head was resting on her large soft shoulder; my left hand was all over her big breasts, fat cunt and large belly, and my mouth was picking at the thick layer of skin at the top of her big breasts.

- Are you comfortable this way?

- Yes very.

- Mitch, we said we loved each other last night. You realize that it doesn't contradict anything we said before about our relationship. I certainly won't say that it didn't mean anything; on the contrary I think it meant a lot, or at least it meant a lot to me. But it means a great loving friendship, not marriage, even life together or even dedicated relationship.

Actually in a way I was relieved. This Mrs. Smith was so good at stopping problems before they even manifested themselves. And yet, as I mentioned before, with less age difference between us, I would have loved to explore things in this direction.

- Yes I do understand and I concur. And I'm glad it's OK to say it. I love you Mrs. Smith!

She hugged me tighter. Then I raised myself to bring my mouth to hers. We spent the next 5 minutes kissing while my left hand was playing with her left breast and cunt, and my cock was busy massaging her hip.

- Do we have time?

She looked at the clock...

- Yes very quickly though, just let it go!

Once again, I climbed on top of her, felt her lovely belly cushion, rested on her big boobs, and moved into her wet pussy as our mouths remained locked. Very quickly I was ready and came and said again: 

- I love you Mrs. Smith.

We then quickly got dressed, and she took me back to school.

One of the great things about Mrs. Smith was her, soon to be, total lack of self consciousness while having sex with me. I could do pretty much everything I wanted with her, asking her to get into any kind of position or action, as long as it did not involve pain for either of us. I was completely in sync with her there. 

She had told me one day that her husband really liked the way she looked, and loved making love with her. Starting around 180 when she had met him at 22, she had reached at middle age between 250 and 270 pounds. He loved her body, her face, everything about her. But she hadn't trusted him and she had never given to be comfortable with him in bed while in this shape. After his death she had promised herself that if she, again, found somebody who liked her the way she is - and she would only have a relationship with somebody who liked her the way she is -- she would accept this fact, relax and enjoy. 

And during the five years since her husband's death she had just let her weight go; in a way to please him beyond the grave, and also because she didn't care what the rest of the world thought.

I could touch any part of her, even when she was asleep; just being gentle to try not to wake her up. I could explore her holes and crannies and nooks, put my fingers as far as they would go in all her holes and do the same with my tongue. I could brush my dick anywhere on or inside her. I could even masturbate against her, everything was OK. 

I thought later on that it had a lot to do with the separation of activities she had required. The physical and emotional boundaries were allowing Mrs. Smith to feel completely free once inside her quarters; and keep our sex almost fantasy like.

It was almost frustrating at times outside the said quarters. Sometimes I would have loved to be able to pet her generous rear or lift her heavy breasts. But it was strictly forbidden under the pain of being kicked out of her house. She was that strict about the rules. 

But it was also adding to the sexual fire. Particularly increasing my desire for her was cleaning the kitchen after a meal. We were constantly going around each other, sometimes even brushing parts of our bodies. I couldn't keep my eyes off her lovely curves, especially the fullness of her buttocks; and thinking about the times when I would be allowed to touch and pet as much as I wanted. 

Or in the morning when she was only wearing her green bath robe over her naked body. I would often sit at the counter while she was preparing coffee or tending to other menial tasks. Her bath robe was supposed to go down under her knees but her generous rump was bringing it up, and it was only covering half of the back of her thighs, even less if she was bending over. I was drooling over those wide thighs, thinking of licking them and going up to the start of her ass underneath her robe. She would catch me looking with this intense desire, and smile, always a little bit surprised but still satisfied of the effect she had on me. But usually we had to rush out by then, and there was no way to exploit those moments by going back to the fantasy room. 

I still had the consolation of the farewell hug. It was still part of the ritual and even if I could not kiss her deeply or stroke under her hips, I could still press myself against her soft giant forms and even linger there a little while.

One afternoon after we had made love and had finished getting dressed for dinner, Mrs Smith asked me to help her check something quickly. 

- I'll be happy to oblige.

- I want to see if we can make love with me sitting on top of you and facing you. I think it will actually be easier to check while we have our clothes on. Can you sit on this chair?

I did and Mrs. Smith tried to sit on my lap, facing me. I helped her sitting on me, feeling her big ass settling on my thighs; and I hugged her fat back, feeling her boobs coming close to my face.

- Can you hold me? Does it hurt?

- It doesn't hurt but I'm not sure that I can keep it this way for very long.

- What if I stand up and then sit down again?

And she demonstrated by lifting herself and then moving back down on me with her full weight.

- That could be good, but what about you, you're not going to be too tired from this? 

- I could just go up every minute or so to give you some relief and then I would go down.

- That sounds good.

- Now do you think you can penetrate me from there?

- I'm not sure; we'll have to see. 

- OK so let's leave it at that for now, and check after dinner.

We ended up having to play with it, as it was difficult to get into Mrs. Smith in this position, her belly being in the way and my penis being a little bit too short to go inside her far enough. But we managed something good eventually; and having done this rehearsal while being dressed, it gave us some ideas. We would explore some positions, or some scenario while all dressed up, and would do it later on naked. We decided to call this method, the dressed rehearsal". I had started getting into theater and we both came up with the name.

"Jan Saudek", the Czech photographer, does a little bit of the same thing, getting pictures of lovely dressed "BBW's" and then getting them undressed and taking the picture again in the same position. There is one of his pictures that I particularly like, it's called "Holy Russia"; maybe because the lady in it reminds me of Mrs. Smith for some reason, maybe the size of her breasts.

http://www.saudek.com/en/jan/fotografie.html?r=1996-2000&typ=f&l=0&f=418

Here is one such scenario...

The dressed rehearsal obvious rule was that we were dressed. We could do anything we wanted but not undress each other, and not take our hands or anything underneath our clothes. Needless to say, it was a little bit difficult some times.

- Are you up to a dressed rehearsal my dear Mrs. Smith?

I said after a nice afternoon love making session, and some home work done at her desk in the bedroom, while she was napping on the bed. I just had to turn around to admire her huge body lying naked.

- I would love to.

- So let's get dressed then. 

She did put on her signature sulky black underwear, and a pair of black stretch pants; very agreeable to the touch and keeping her forms well shown. She also got on a light dark cotton shirt going up to her neck and covering her arms, while also showing her forms. I did put my jeans and a long sleeves shirt on. 

She said.

- Any suggestion on how we start?

- Yes, I'll sit on the edge of the bed and open my legs, and you come to me. 

She came and I hugged her; I hugged her huge mid section, burying my face into her belly underneath her heavy boobs, grabbing her rear end, my arms fully extended to go around her sides. She pushed her fat boobs on my forehead, massaged my shoulder and my back, bending down to stroke me all the way to the top of my butt. I kept hugging her for a while, enjoying the feel of her huge body. 

Then I rotated her around so my face was on her left hip. I started by hugging her tight this way, pulling her hip to my face. Then I moved my head on her front side and while keeping a close handle on her right hip with my arm pressing on her large butt, I massaged her front all over from her boobs down to her fat thighs with a stop on the her pussy. I could feel her pussy lips through the pants, moving my fingers in the opening, trying to come in; the pants stretched a little bit but I couldn't go very far; so I was just bring my index up and down the closed lips.

Then I moved my face on her buttock, first feeling the full hug of her huge mid section, then with my left hand still hanging on her hip and my left arm underneath her belly, my right arm caressed her buttocks, feeling their forms, getting down on the side of each one, bringing my fingers in between her thighs. 

Then my two hands meet underneath her, as a handshake to confirm that they had covered all the ground. I kept rubbing inside her, getting through the opening of her count with my middle finger, caressing her inner thighs, going down to her round calf. Meanwhile, she was caressing my head, neck and shoulders pushing her fat arm on the back on my head. She was moving her butt up and down, tilting it up to open it and encourage me to push further, and reacting with heartfelt moans to my touching. 

Then I rotated her one more quarter so I was now facing her huge ass. I put my face in it. As she was standing up straight, her butt was a little bit tight. 

- Can you bend down a little bit to relax your buttocks?

- Yes, hold on, I'm going to grab a chair so I can rest on it.

And she did. With a slight bent over, her butt was now softer. I was pushing my face as much as I could in her crack, pushing the fabric inside her. My left hand was caressing her hip and my right hand went under her to caress her vagina. 

- Yes that's very good; keep stroking when you get there.

- My dear Mrs. Smith, I make a note of it. When my face is in your butt, I stroke your pussy until you come.

She giggled and pushed her huge butt in a circle on my face with anticipation. 

- Now after you come, what about sitting down on my lap, but only on one thigh so I can feel you deep on me. 

- Yes sounds good,

and she sat on my right thigh.

- Was this what you had in mind?

- Oh yes, it feels great. 

Her butt was overflowing on me; the folded buttocks pushing on my dick. I could put my hands underneath her buttocks on each side of my thigh. 

She then grabbed my penis, or whatever she could grab through my jeans, while I was kissing her left shoulder and massaging her lovely mammaries.

- I think I would love to come there, and put my juice on your ass.

- Sounds great!... and I should be able to come a second time by just rubbing myself against your thigh. I'll use some "vaseline" to make it easier.

After more of enjoying each other's touch, her big butt waltzing on my thigh, she finally said.

- Let's go have dinner now. 

The dinner this evening was particularly fast and Mrs. Smith almost didn't want to bother with the cleaning; but I insisted that we did, for one because I knew she would later regret it, and also to make us want this even more. There was not a lot of talk during this dinner as we were both thinking of what was going to happen next. 

When we were finally ready, we came back into the room, went through the ritual of the candles and got naked. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my legs. She came to me, preceded by her huge boobs and her big fat belly. I hugged her huge mid section, burying my face in her fat naked belly, underneath her free heavy boobs, grabbing her rear end with my fingers deep in her crack, now that no fabric was preventing the exploration; my arms fully extended to go around her sides. 

She moved her fat boobs on my head, giving me a breast massage and then bringing them down on each side of my face to caress my cheeks with them. She was stroking my shoulder and back, with her fat arms smothering my head, bending down to massage all the way to the top of my butt. I was buried in her flesh. I kissed her belly and put my tongue in her belly button. I pressed her hard against me to feel engulfed in her fat. My fingers kept getting further into her crack. 

I kept hugging her for a while, enjoying the feel of her huge naked body. Then I rotated her around so my face was on her left hip. I started by hugging her tight this way, pulling her hip to my face. Then I moved my head on her front side and while keeping a close handle on her right hip with my arm pressing on her large butt, I massaged her front all over from her boobs down to her fat thighs with a stop on her pussy. My hand went down to the said pussy and she moved her feet away from each other to give me more space. I got some saliva ready and put it on my hand to wet her pussy some more. 

Then I moved my face on her buttock, first feeling again the full hug of her huge mid section, then with my left hand still hanging on her hip and my left arm underneath her belly while feeling her pubic hair, my right arm caressed her buttocks, sensing their forms, getting down on the side of each one, bringing my fingers in between her thighs. I was playing Mrs. Smith a little bit like a "contrabass".

Then I brought my left hand in between her thighs. She lowered herself down and moved her legs to give me space to explore and I caressed her pussy. My thumb found its place in the top of her lips, my index was tickling her "clit" and my middle finger was getting inside her vagina. 

I tried to pull her crack open by sucking on her buttock. She helped me by pulling the other buttock apart. I brought my middle finger far in her ass hole. She said. 

- Oh it feels so good. Keep it up.

I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked it, and then put it in again. 

- Keep going, it's good, it's good. 

She was moving her butt up and down, bringing it up to open it and let me my fingers go further inside her, and reacting with heartfelt moans to my touching. 

I turned her once more so her humongous butt was facing me. She bent down as planned, to get her rear all relaxed. 

I used my two hands to open the crack and brought my tongue to her asshole. She shivered with pleasure. Then with my fingers still opening the enchanted cave, I licked the insides of her buttocks thoroughly, and then put my tongue in her hole again, trying to get as far as I could. My left hand was all the way around to her cunt, pulling her against me, and my right hand was busy inside her. I put my index in her vagina; my middle finger was caressing her clitoris, and my thumb was competing with my mouth to get into in her asshole. 

- Oh Mitch it feels so good, keep going. Yes that's the spot... I love your fingers there, and your tongue in my asshole. Oh yes, deeper, harder... and keep your tongue inside me. 

Her left hand was on the chair and her right hand was on top of my right one, helping me to push hard on her clitoris.

- Yes, yes, keep going!

She was moving her huge soft ass around; sometimes down and up quickly, sometimes making some slow circles in the air. 

I brought my right hand to my mouth.

- Oh no don't stop.

- I'm not stopping, I'm just helping with the lubrification; and of course smelling your juices.

- Yes, Yes, that's very good!

I smelled and licked my fingers, putting on them the saliva I had prepared. I went back in, dove in again into her ass, at the same time feeling her buttocks with my shoulders. I kept my middle finger on her "clit" and went up and down her crack with my tongue, licking and drinking her juices.

- Mitch it's so good, Mitch I "LOOOOOOOVeeee" you...

And with a last shiver she reached a first climax. 

I moved back on the bed, and she then sat down on my thigh as planned, first bending over and holding her buttocks wide open so she would fit right on top of my thigh, providing me a wonderful view of her pussy and ass in the process. Her crack and pussy were so wet, she could slide on me. She still added some "vaseline" though to make sure the natural drying wouldn't stop the sliding.

I brought her as close to me as I could while still sitting straight; to caress the enormous overflowing butt touching my belly and dick. My dick was stroking her buttocks. My hands were going around her, from the sides of my thighs to the middle of her thighs, feeling the flesh in my hands. I went below her butt and lifted them to try to get my thigh further inside her. I was admiring the half wide crown made by her rear pressed on top of me. 

She then grabbed my penis, for a hand job, while I was kissing and biting her left shoulder, and massaging her big "mammaries". She was stroking my dick and pushing it on her butt. It felt so great. - Oh it's good, it's good!

- Yes keep going!

I was trying to reach all over with hands, her belly rolls, her fat shoulders, her huge breasts, her pubic hair underneath her pussy, licking her back rolls. I like to think of those as back boobs, the rolls of flesh going down from the side and creating yet another crevasse on top of her hips. 

While she was stroking me, she was pleasuring herself on my thigh, pushing her vagina and clit as much as she could on my thigh, and moving forward and backward.

- Dear Mrs Smith my love, this is so good. I love feeling your fat ass with the tip of my dick. I love to hold your huge breasts. 




Mrs. Smith Ch. 09



- And I love feeling my cunt and ass on your thigh, and I love to feel your dick becoming harder and bigger.

I was trembling with ecstasy, trying to contain myself to keep the game longer. But her hand pumping me was too good at it and finally I screamed. About right at the same time I also came and screamed. 

We remained attached this way for a little while, hugging each other tight, me pressing my chest against her back, and her putting her head back on my right shoulder, bringing my hand to caress her boobs. 

She stood up.

- Let me rest on top of you.

I lied back down and moved away from the side of the bed. And she came on top of me her head leveled with mine, letting her full naked self fall onto me. I didn't quite suffocate but felt her weight and volume, especially her breasts on my chest, and the expense of her belly and rear on my own belly and crotch; her big fat thigh on my thighs. 

- Thank you for this wonderful time, my very dear Mrs. Smith.

- And thank you to you.

And we kissed full mouth and tongue for a long time while my fingers were back to explore her ass again; my arms and hands being the only part of my body that I could move underneath her. Boy did I like it!

After that, we almost fell asleep this way but her body was too heavy for me, and she was not that comfortable herself. So we moved up in the bed in our favorite sleeping position, her laying on her back, and me on my side close to her with my left leg and arm on her. 

In the morning she asked me

- Did you like this one?

- Oh very much so.

- How could we name it?...



Mrs. Sonnet



Well, I hope you guys like this one as much as you did 'Aunt Raven'. I've worked on it just as hard and have high hopes for it. 

I'm off to start what I hope to be a great new chapter to 'Aunt Raven', wish me luck.

Thank you for all the wonderful comments and emails.

L.A.Wicker.

She lay under her extremely, overweight husband hoping, praying that tonight would be her lucky night and Bill would last longer than his normal thirty seconds. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm and it was slowly taking its toll on her. It just wasn't normal to go three years without being pleased by your husband. 

He humped her like some whore he'd picked up. Not caring if he pleased her or not, it was always him and never anything for her. Never a soft kiss, never a warm hug, never, ever did he even bother to once touch or suck her very large and supple C cup breasts that she loved to have fondled. 

It was nothing for her to explode into a mind blowing orgasm just having one of her tender nipples sucked. Before she met Bill, she lived to have a guy suck them and afterwards, they'd be rewarded with the best blowjob a man could ever dream of, but Bill just focused on himself and she was sick of it. 

He grunted thrusting his small six inch dick in and out of her as fast as he could move, not caring anything about her or if she ever came. He needed to pull a nut as he thought about the new girl in the office. She was so young, alive and he loved flirting with her. Her tiny ass filled his mind as he used his wife's sloppy, old pussy, wishing all the time that it was the girl from the office under him. 

She just lay there knowing that he'd be cuming and she'd be left with the same empty feelings as always. 'Why don't you touch me anymore?' she asked herself as his pace quickened. 'I love you to suck my tits and I'll do anything you want,' she thought again, knowing he'd never do that. He hadn't sucked them in so long and she missed it so much. 

He grunted again and it was over, just as fast as it had started. He'd gotten his nut off and it wasn't his beautiful wife that did it. He climbed off her, not a thank you; kiss my ass or a single word. He walked to the bathroom to wash off and that was it. 

She turned on her side as tears of more hurt than any woman had ever felt and she cried. Praying that he'd start loving her or she knew they were over. She couldn't live like this anymore. She was in her prime and she needed to be fucked by a skilled man and to orgasm around a nice, big cock. 

'Fuck it!' she thought wiping her eyes. 'I'm finding me a guy and I'm going to fuck him to death!' she thought again as Bill sat on the bed smoking. 'Can I have one, please?' she asked sitting up next to him. 

He just tossed her the pack, lighter, and didn't even look at her. For some reason it made him sick to look at her anymore. He could barely stand to fuck her, but he hated to jack himself off, so he used her old, sloppy pussy. 

'I hate you,' she said to herself as she lit a cigarette and moved to her side of the bed, trying to think of a man that liked her. She needed someone that was kind, loving and would want her and not just to fuck. She thought and thought, but no one came to mind. 'I'll find somebody,' she said to herself with a smile, put out the cigarette and lay down to sleep. 

*.

The next morning she sat at her dressing table brushing her long, black hair trying to think of a man she knew that would want her. She was still a great looking lady at thirty six. A few winkles here and there, but nothing that bad. 

She opened her panty drawer and pulled out a tiny pair of sheer white ones. They always made her feel so innocent, but so sexy. She slowly pulled them up her slender hips, enjoying the feel of the delicate material gliding over her flesh, until they were covering her excited pussy. 'Oh God! Why in the hell do I wear these things?' she moaned, rubbing two fingers over her wet pussy, wishing a handsome man would come into her miserable life and end her loneliness. 'Someday soon,' she smiled pulling on her thin, silk robe, walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a cigarette. 

She sat dreaming of a loving, caring man to hold her in his arms while fucking her brains out. 'Why me?' she asked feeling juices pouring from her lonely pussy, wishing for a man to come and love her. She wanted to be held while a long, hard cock slid in and out of her tight pussy. She wanted her breasts sucked and in turn, she would return the favor by sucking his cock for as long as he wanted, with no complaints what so ever. 

'Knock, knock!' 

'Who in the heck is that?' she said drifting from her dreams. 'It's too early for this shit,' she added, figuring it was some salesman or some of those annoying church people that lived to harass people. She pulled her robe together and walked through the house to the front door. She looked out the peephole and smiled. 'I forgot about you coming over!' she swung open the door and smiled. 'Hi Pete, I forgot you were coming over to help me today,' she smiled looking over the tall and very handsome young boy. 

Pete and her son were best friends until last year, but for some reason last year they stopped talking and she never knew why. Pete was tall, maybe six foot with brown hair to his shoulders and his big, brown eyes were just wonderful. 

'Hey Mrs. Sonnet.' Pete smiled, trying his best not to look at her large breasts, but it was so hard not to. He loved sneaking an occasional look at them, but there was no way he wanted her to see him doing it. He loved working for her and didn't want to take a chance and fuck it up. 

'How many times have a told you to call me Eva?' she asked, giving him her motherly look. 'I've known you since you were a baby and there's no need to be so formal,' she smiled thinking of her coffee and cigarette in the kitchen. 'I was still having coffee, come and join me,' she said motioning for him to enter the house. 'It'll be nice having someone to chat with,' she added as he walked in and she shut the door, trying to remember when the last time that she and Bill even talked at the table. 

'I'd love to,' he smiled back to her as she led the way. 'Oh my Lord!' he thought watching her great ass wiggling under the silk robe. 'You're so beautiful!' he moaned to himself, not having the nerve to say it aloud and risk his teeth being knocked down his throat by her husband. 'So, how you been?' he asked watching the silk robe flipping up with each step she took, hoping he'd get a chance to see her entire ass. He'd dreamt of her every night for most of his life and when he and Bobby stopped talking, it killed Pete not being able to see Eva. 

It warmed her lonely heart to actually ask her how she was doing. 'I'm ok I guess,' she replied as they walked in the bright, sunny kitchen. 'How do you like your coffee?' she asked turning to see him looking at her ass and she couldn't help but smile. She remembered Pete loved following her around and trying not to be caught looking at her boobs, but Eva saw him and for some odd reason, it never bothered her. 

'Black,' he said not knowing that she'd seen him checking out her ass. It had been so long since he'd talked to her and enjoyed looking at this beautiful woman. 

'How's it feel to be out of school?' she asked turning around and again, his big, brown eyes were looking at her ass. 'I think someone loves my butt,' she said to herself and couldn't help but smiling at him. 'To bad you're not older or I'd let you do a little more than look,' she thought sitting the coffee down in front of him and noticed his eyes widen. She sat down across the table from him and saw that her robe had opened enough for young Pete to get a wonderful view of her breasts and again, it didn't bother her. 

He just looked at her, wishing she was his age or one of those women that liked being with young guys, but that was only true in porno movies and in a boy's dream. No woman as pretty as Mrs. Sonnet would do a guy that was eighteen. She was married and her son was Pete's age, why would she even think of doing him?

'It ok. I'll miss all my friends and the girls,' he replied feeling his face turning red. How could he have said something like that to her? She was a beautiful woman that filled so many of his perverted dreams and here he was telling her that he'd miss seeing girls. 

'Poor baby,' she said in a motherly voice, but it had a tone in it that she knew would turn him on. It sounded so seductive the way she'd said it and it was funny, but she was going to talk to him like that all day long. 'I've really missed you,' she said in the same wonderful, sexy voice, feeling her pussy getting wetter by the second. 'You always talked to me and made me feel so good when you'd tell me how pretty I looked,' she added watching his innocent face turning a nice shade of pink. 

'I know,' he replied thinking of how much he'd missed her too. 'You were the only one I could talk to without feeling embarrassed,' he added thinking of all the times he'd shared some of his most hidden thoughts with her and never thought about it. She was more of a mother to him than his real one could ever dream of, but he didn't want to think of her that way. He loved her and had some pretty explicit dreams of her to be his mother. 

'I missed being there for you too. I know you didn't have anyone,' she replied putting out her lower lip, not realizing that she was slowly driving young Pete insane with lust. She looked to his big, brown eyes, wishing that she had the nerve to grab him in her arms and give him the love he so dearly needed from a woman. 'I don't care what happened between you and Bobby, from now on, you're welcome to come and be with me anytime you like. Day or night, I don't care, I'm all yours,' she smiled and something came to mind. She'd just told Pete that she was his and it made her pussy burn thinking about it. 

Pete couldn't help but smile when her words filled his ears. There were so many times in the last year that he wanted to just sit and share his feelings, but Bobby said he'd kill him if he ever saw him around his mother. 'I didn't want to piss Bobby off.' Pete said, hoping he wasn't at home. 

'What happened between you two? He wouldn't say anything, except that you were a 'fucking pervert', she asked wanting an answer from Pete. She loved him and thought of him as a second 'good' son. Bobby was pretty much like his father, cold, to the point and a heatless fucker. Pete on the other hand was so sweet, caring and always mad her feel so good. 'Oh my God!' she gasped to herself when she realized that the man she'd been dreaming of, was sitting right in front of her. 

He just laughed, knowing if he told her what happened; she might toss him out on his ass too. 'I can't tell you,' he said hoping that she'd drop it. 

She sat looking at him as her pussy began to tingle with excitement. 'Come on, you tell me and I don't care if it was something bad or what,' she said lighting a cigarette and leaned up on her elbows, waiting for him to tell her and she wasn't going to let him get out of telling her. 'You might as well just me, because I'm not letting you go until you do,' she smiled blowing smoke in his face, wondering what could have been so bad to end their ten year friendship. 

'It's kind of embarrassing,' he said reaching for one of her cigarettes and wondered how he was going to tell her. 'We were down in your basement smoking a joint, when Bobby asked me if I could do anybody I wanted, who would it would be. I stalled all I could, asked him the same thing and after putting it off as long as I could,' he stopped to take a drink of coffee and a very big drag from his cigarette he answered. 'I said, you,' he added in a very soft voice, waiting for her to tell him to get out. He knew this was it; he'd never get to enjoy her company again, see her pretty face and the thing that would hurt him the most, loosing her as a friend. 

She couldn't believe what he'd said, but after she thought for a minute, it made her feel so good. A young boy like Pete wanted her and she felt so excited. She didn't know what to say. She was his mothers' age and couldn't just tell him that she felt the same way. This was going to be so hard, but if it worked out right, they both would be happy. 

Eva reached to hold his hands and smiled. 'That's very sweet of you to say,' she whispered to him, feeling as if her body was going to explode at any second. 'Why in the world would you want to do it with an ugly, old woman like me?' she asked feeling her face getting red. She was thirty six years old and here she was getting excited and embarrassed as a young kid. 

He sat in shock at what she'd just said. 'You're not ugly or old!' he almost yelled at Eva, looking into her powder blue eyes in shock. 'You're beautiful! I'd give anything I had to spend one night with you, hell, and even just a few minutes.' Pete added as excitement rushed over him. 

She reached to hold his hand and couldn't believe her young admirer felt this way. 'Calm down,' she smiled at him, wondering just how much he did like her. 'I was kidding. I know that I still look very good for my age,' she added caressing Pete's hand.

He enjoyed her warm hands on his and could feel something stirring in his jeans. 'I think you're a very beautiful woman and I meant every word I said,' he replied, hoping his face didn't look like a tomato. He paused for a few seconds enjoying Eva touching him and asked, 'What did you need help with?' he asked figuring she needed some yard work. Bobby never helped her do anything. 

Eva was still a bit taken by Pete's kind words and didn't think she was going to waist time with yard work. Bill was out for the day doing who knew what and Bobby; Eva never knew where he was. She wanted to have her own fun today, but didn't have a clue of what to do. 'Let's do something fun,' she smiled, hoping Pete knew of something to do on this fine spring day. 

'What you got in mind?' he asked taking a drink of coffee, wondering what had come over her. She loved her yard and over the last ten years won many awards for it. 

'I don't know. I never do anything but work outside or clean house for my two pigs!' Eva laughed thinking of all the housework, cleaning, doing the wash and cooking and she was tired of it. 'Do you feel like going to the beach?' she asked hoping he'd want to go. She hadn't been to Savannah in years and heard they'd done some great things to River Street. 

He thought and quickly replied, 'Sure, it'd been fun,' he smiled thinking of being with her for such a long time. He hadn't been with her in two years and now they'd be together all day. 'I went there a few months ago. I think you're really going to like it,' he added thinking of all the shops that he knew she would love. Eva liked collecting dolls and Pete knew she was going to love it.

'Great!' she said with more excitement than she'd felt in years and it was the thought of spending the day away from home and a charming young guy to keep her company. 'I'll get dressed and we'll get going,' she smiled drinking the last of her coffee and ran to dress.

Pete loved seeing her so happy and in all the time he'd known her, never remembered her being this happy. He watched her walking away and felt his cock growing as Eva's great, little ass filled his eyes. 'God, I wish I was older,' he whispered, wondering what it would be like to make love to a beautiful woman like Eva. She looked like an angel. Her face and eyes could hypnotize you after just a few seconds and her wonderful body made Pete hard instantly. 

*.

They sat in the small café drinking a coke and sharing a small basket of fries, enjoying each other's company. Eva loved Pete's calming voice and his sweetness towards her. Pete just loved being with Eva. Sure he loved sneaking a peek at her large breasts under the very thin white summer blouse, but today, he just looked into her pretty eyes. 

'You're going to spoil me,' she whispered as Pete dipped a long fry into the catsup and lifted it to her mouth. She opened her mouth and bit it in two, wondering if Pete really meant what he'd said about wanting her. He was just a kid, but as sweet as he was, Eva knew he'd be a delightful lover. 

'Somebody should,' he replied thinking of Bill and the way he treated Eva made Pete sick. She was such a magnificent lady and she deserved better. 

'You trying to sweet talk me, because if you are,' she smiled, looking straight into his eyes, wondering if he really wanted her. 'I like it.' Eva whispered, feeling her tiny panties getting so wet, she hoped it wouldn't soak through to her white jeans. 

The waitress walked up to their table and smiled, 'Can I get you two love birds anything else?' she asked watching Eva's face turning pink. 'I'm sorry, I just assumed you were...lovers,' she winked at Pete, having a good idea that the young guy hoped they were lovers. 

'We're just very good friends.' Eva replied with a smile as she caressed Pete's hand. 'We're spending the day just having fun and forgetting all our problems,' she added looking at the look of conquest on Pete's face. 

The waitress sat down next to Eva and looked at her. 'I'm your age, maybe a little older and I've been going out with a guy that just turned twenty,' she smiled thinking of her tall, handsome young lover. 'I was married twenty five years and it was the most miserable time in my life. After we broke up, I met my guy and I've never been as happy as I am now,' she smiled remembering the day her husband walked out of their house and how great it made her feel. 

'I have a very good idea how you felt. I have a real winner at home too.' Eva laughed trying to keep thoughts of Bill and her son from her mind. Today was Pete's day with her and she didn't want anything to stand in the way of them having fun. 

'You guys look so hot together,' the waitress smiled at them. 'Can I ask you something?'

'Sure.' Eva replied taking a drink of coke. 

'What do you like the most about him? How innocent he is or the fact that he can fuck you all night long and wake up wanting you again?' she asked thinking of all the nights her guy spent fucking her into oblivion. 

Eva looked at the woman and couldn't believe what she had asked. If she was fucking Pete, she wouldn't tell someone she didn't even know about it. 'I guess the way he gently touches me. He can make me orgasm in just a few minutes.' Eva said, hoping Pete wouldn't say anything. She wanted Pete to have fun and if it meant lying about them having sex, what the hell. 

'Wow! You got you a good one,' the waitress smiled, wishing her guy was the same. He loved playing with every inch of her body, but he always rushed things. 'I can't even imagine being touched into an orgasm. He gets on me and rides me like a wild man,' she smiled knowing he'd be at home waiting for her and today, she was getting him. 

'Not Pete. He takes his times and savors every last inch of me.' Eva smiled at Pete, hoping he didn't mind that she was making all this up. 'And, when he does me.' Eva moaned and thought of Pete loving her the very same way. 'He does me for hours and hours,' she moaned again, hoping her wetness hadn't gone through to her jeans. 

The waitress sat looking at Eva and couldn't believe that the guy made love to her that way. 'Damn!' she gasped, wishing her guy was that way. He could fuck her really nice, but he'd only last a few minutes before he'd cum. 'You are one very, very lucky lady,' she smiled to Eva feeling her own panties getting wet. 'You guys have a great day,' she added getting up and walked away.

'Thank you.' Eva smiled looking at Pete, hoping that she hadn't embarrassed him or made him think that they would be making love. 'I'm sorry for saying all that, but I didn't want her thinking you didn't get me,' she added with a warm smile for 'her' guy.




Mrs. Sonnet



Pete just sat there returning her smile and he didn't care what she said. It was hot the way she so quickly thought it up. 'So, I can just touch you and make you orgasm?' he said in a low voice, making sure to look into her eyes, enjoying the slight embarrassment on her pretty face. 

'Oh yes!' she replied with a big smile, thinking this guy was going to end up getting her in bed. She needed to be loved, but he was just a boy. A boy she'd seen grow up and even changed his diapers when he was a baby, how in the world could she fuck him. 

'How do I make you cum, orgasm?' he asked, but this time Eva didn't turn red, she just looked into his eyes and Pete felt his cock growing hard. 'I want you so bad!' he thought enjoying the sparkle in Eva's eyes, wondering if it was for him or if he was just imagining it. 

Eva thought for a second, wondering if she should let this game go on or if it should stop now. It was fun, but there was no way she wanted to hurt Pete or give him any misleading ideas about them. 'If I did and this wasn't just a game,' she paused to caress his hands, thinking of how she wanted to be held. 'I'd like you to come up behind me, wrap your arms around me as you kissed my neck and,' she stopped, feeling her face getting red, her heart racing and more wetness flowing from between her legs. 

'And,' he teased watching the beautiful woman's face turning bright red. 'Come on girl. Spit it out!' he smiled wondering what in the heck she was thinking to get her get this red. 

Eva didn't know if she could say it or not. This was getting out of hand very quick. She hadn't been this excited in so long and it felt so wonderful. 'I love it when I'm wearing panties and a man is holding me, pressing his hardness in my butt.' Eva whispered in that same soft voice she used at her kitchen table and had no idea of how hard she made Pete.

He just sat there, feeling his cock growing out of control, wishing he could hold her that way. Pete would love to be against her body, his cock pressed to her shapely ass and kissing her neck. 'I'm not sure about any other guy, but I think that would be very nice,' he smiled, as his cock grew more, thinking of holding the woman of his dreams. 'It would be with you, that is.'

Eva knew this should stop, but it was so fun and if she did make it with Pete, he'd know how she liked it. 'Wouldn't you like doing that to a girl your age?' Eva asked watching his eyes and from the look on his face, she knew that wasn't the thing to say. 

'No, I'd rather have an older lady, like you,' he said looking down to the table, hoping she didn't slap him or want to go back home. He was only telling her the truth. 'I've always had a thing for older women.' Pete mumbled in a low voice as he looked up to see her smiling at him.

'Oh really?' she smiled at him, remember he never brought any girls around or talked about any either. 'This isn't fare, you've haven't told me what you like a lady to do to you.' Eva added, wishing she hadn't asked Pete that. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what her young admirer liked or not. It was bad enough he knew one of the things that drove her crazy with lust and now she asked him this.

Pete wasn't sure if he should tell Eva or not. He was just a normal guy that loved his cock to be sucked for hours, but it would be to embarrassing to tell her. She was expecting something more, something erotic, not just having his cock sucked. 'I'm like any other normal guy,' he said feeling like his face was on fire. 'I umm...I like to be pleased...umm... orally.' Pete added watching a little smile covering her beautiful face and from that moment on, he knew that he could tell Eva anything without the fear of being embarrassed about it.

She couldn't believe Pete told her. She was so sure that he'd just make something up, but her guy had the balls to tell her the truth. 'I bet the ladies just love you,' Eva smiled, wanting to tell him her other secret, but how could she tell him that she loved sucking a nice, hard cock all night. 'This has certainly been an enlightening afternoon of conversation and secrets,' she said feeling her panties covered in juices and her nipples were as hard as little rocks, wishing she could find out more things Pete loved. 'But, I think we should be off. We still have an hour before we get to the beach,' she added, hoping talking this candid with Pete, wouldn't ruin their fun. 

*.

'It's so beautiful here!' Eva said with excitement rushing over her as they walked arm in arm along the river, enjoying the sites. 'Bill won't do anything like this with me,' she added looking at Pete and his handsome, young face, knowing it was going to be so hard not falling for him. 'Thank you,' she whispered caressing his arm, wishing he'd make a pass at her.

He just held her arm, enjoying the occasional feel of her slender hips touching his. 'Thank you for asking me to come with you,' he replied walking towards a bench that was perfectly positioned under a large tree. 'It sure is warm today.' Pete said wiping some sweat from his face as he sat down and that's when he noticed that Eva's blouse was near transparent from her own perspiration. He tried not to look, but it was so difficult to keep his eyes off her large, excited breasts. 

Eva sat close to Pete as she continued holding his arm. 'I could come here everyday and never get tired of it,' she smiled looking to the far side of the river, watching a small boat slowing making its way up river. 'How about you?' Eva asked turning to see his dark eyes looking straight to her breasts, and that's when she realized her blouse was now see-through. It felt like fire was racing through her body as his dark eyes roamed over her breasts and she could see him sucking them, humping his young cock against her body with each gentle suck. 'You naughty boy!' she teased, enjoying his face turning red, knowing he had been caught looking at her.

'I'm sorry,' he quickly said hoping she wouldn't be mad at him for looking. 

Eva just laughed at him and couldn't resist giving him a hug. 'I was teasing you, silly,' she giggled hugged him. 'I don't care if you look at me.' Eva whispered before she had time to think. 'Oh my God. I just told him it was ok,' she thought, but didn't care. It turned her on so badly she hurt. A boy of Pete's age was checking her out. She was thirty six years old and he was looking at her. 

'Really?' he asked with a wide grin, feeling his cock growing again. 'I love looking at you.' Pete added running his hand over her long, black hair until it reached her smooth back. 'You're so pretty and...' he paused wondering if he should finish telling her what he wanted to say, or just make something up. 

'What?' she smiled feeling his hand on her back, wishing that he'd move it lower, to her low-rise jeans. Eva loved her ass being touched, along with all of her many other desires. 'I told you before; don't be afraid to say anything. I'm a big girl I can take it.' Eva whispered to Pete, turning towards him, knowing he'd get a breathtaking sight of her breasts. 

Pete still couldn't believe that he was here with Eva, sharing their lustful thoughts and when she turned, it felt like his cock would explode. Her gorgeous breasts filled his eyes and he savored every last inch of them. He took a deep breath, carefully slid his hand down her back until it was on the bare flesh of her back and he felt her soft panties against his fingers. He couldn't believe it. Touching Eva was a dream come true and now, he was feeling her delicate panties.

'Tell me,' she whispered leaning as close to him as she could possibly get without sitting on him and that thought had also filled her mind. He could really hold and caress her, but again, she didn't want to go too far with Pete and ruin this wonderful day or their friendship. 'Please,' she whispered caressing his chest, hoping he'd finish. She wanted to know everything that Pete thought and all of his sexual desires. 

He looked over her body, her large breasts, her thin waist and the hottest set of hips he'd ever seen in his young life. 'You make me so...hard,' he smiled taking a chance, moving his hand lower, just under her jeans and when she drew in a breath of air, he slowly moved his other hand to her thigh.

Eva was lost in his loving touch, she knew it was wrong, but it made her feel so good. Her husband hadn't excited her in years, so she was going to enjoy Pete and his skilled hands all she could. 'You get hard all you want,' she whispered, giving him a lustful smile, feeling his hand moving up her thigh, only a few centimeters from her very lonely pussy. 'I like knowing I turn you on so much.' Eva smiled again as Pete's hand moved up her leg and touched her. 'Oh Pete!' she moaned, lifting her hips, enjoying him to the fullest. 

Pete was in heaven when Eva moaned and he couldn't believe how hot she was. It felt as if there was a small fire between her legs and he hoped to put it out for her. 'You're so hot!' he moaned, caressing her most private place, hoping this wasn't a dream. 

Eva just lay against Pete, letting him caress her or do pretty much any other thing he wanted. 'You've gotten me so excited,' she softly moaned, looking up to him. 'I'll be lucky if I can walk!' Eva giggled like a girl on her first date, trying to think this over. She wanted to be with Pete and his loving hands so badly, but there was no way she wanted to loose his friendship. 

'You should feel me,' he laughed hugging her. 'I'm going to look like I have a baseball bat down my pants.' Pete added and felt her dainty hand slowly moving over his leg and to his cock. 'Oh Eva!' he couldn't help but moaning as she squeezed him. 

'Oh my God!' Eva panted as his size filled her hand and she was shocked. 'I've never felt anything like you in my life,' she moaned, wondering what something so big would feel like deep in her lonely body. 'How big are?' she asked caressing down the entire length of his long and very thick shaft, trying to imagine it in her, but she couldn't. Something this big and wonderful would have to be experienced first hand, no dreaming allowed. 

Pete just lay against Eva, enjoying her hand on him, wishing that he was naked. 'I don't know,' he moaned, hoping she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. 'I just know it's big and girls really love it!' he laughed, enjoying her giving it a very hard squeeze.

'Oh, I bet they do!' Eva moaned, wanting him more than anything she'd ever felt in her life. She continued squeezing and caressing Pete's wonderful feeling cock, loosing all sense of her responsibility of being a married woman. 'There's one other thing I love that I'm sure you're going to love,' she smiled, lying on her side with her head on his lap. 'If you play with my breasts,' she paused, took a deep breath and knew she was finished. She wanted Pete to fuck her until she died in his arms and didn't care. 'I'll suck you for as long as you want.' Eva whispered, reaching to unzip his jeans and felt his hand creeping under her blouse. 

He watched her turning to lie down and wanted to scream when her head lay on his hard cock. Her words filled his young ears and he grew more. 'Like this?' Pete asked slipping his hand down her blouse, gently running his fingers over Eva's hot flesh, enjoying her faint moaning and the feel of her rubbery nipples on his fingers. 'I still can't believe this is happening,' he whispered, carefully rolling her nipple between his fingers.

'You better believe it,' she replied with a weak smile, reaching in his jeans and wanted to scream. 'Pete!' Eva moaned when the bare skin of his hard, youthful cock filled her hand. 'I want you!' she whispered, praying they could find a motel room really fast. She wasn't sure just how much more of this she could endure. She needed her young man as fast as she could get him. 'I need to suck this monster!' she growled leaning to him and sucked him to the back of her warm throat and gagged, but she kept on sucking, forcing him down her moist throat as far as he would go.

Pete held her head, listening to Eva gagging, but never once, did she stop sucking. 'This is fucking great!' he moaned, feeling her trying to swallow him completely, just like on his favorite movie, website. 'Suck it!' Pete moaned caressing her soft hair with one hand, while the other continued teasing Eva's nipples, just the way she liked it. But, now he couldn't wait to get her to a room and see what she could really do with his cock. 'We need to find a room!' Pete moaned, hoping he could hold out for a long time and truly enjoy this gorgeous, mature and experienced woman sucking his cock. 

Eva kept sucking him as deep as she could, not hearing one single word he'd said. She sucked him deep, until the head hit the back of her throat and she would swallow, forcing it down, awaiting her gag to bring him back up. 'I'm going to suck you to death!' Eva moaned, sitting up as quickly as she could, flipping her long, hair back and knew it was way past time to get a room. 'Hurry!' she said standing up and was ready to run to the car and get the first available room they could find. 

*.

The door of the motel room opened, Pete pushed Eva inside and against a wall. 'I'm going to fuck you all night!' he growled jerking her thin blouse over her head and threw it somewhere behind him. 'These are what I've been wanting!' he smiled moving to his knees and starting sucking Eva's hard, excited nipples, enjoying her soft moaning with each passionate suck.

'Yes! Oh my God, yes!' she cried grabbing his head, shoving his face to her breasts, savoring the feel of his mouth giving her the pleasures she'd all but forgotten. Pete sucked as his tongue teased each nipple into a state of frenzy and Eva couldn't get enough. 'Suck them harder!' she growled to him, wishing she could get to his hard cock and knew young Pete was going to get the blowjob of a lifetime. 

Pete sucked harder, hoping he didn't hurt Eva, but from the way she was acting, he quickly knew he had a tiger in his hands. 'You like it hard?' he asked, grabbing her right breast, lifting it up and he sucked with all of his might. Her moaning and grinding against his body, told Pete she loved it. 'I'm going to fuck you to death!' he moaned unbuttoning her jeans, trying to pull them down enough to get to her pussy. After a minute of tugging, he did it. His hand reached up and his fingers were quickly covered in her warm, sticky juices. 'You're so wet,' he moaned running two fingers deep into her excited slit, enjoying her low moans of lust.

She felt him pulling on her tight jeans and knew her guy was ready to claim his prize, her. She wiggled her ass with each pull, until Eva felt his fingers. 'Yes!' she whimpered as he gently touched her lonely pussy with such love and tenderness, she wanted to cry. 'How's it feel knowing you made me this wet?' she moaned as his young fingers roamed her body with the skill of a man twice his age. Eva had been waiting for this day for so long, but never expected it to be a boy of eighteen years that would free her from the miserable life of loneliness. 'I want it hard and fast!' she said with need, as she looked down to watch him ravishing her breasts, sending more pleasures racing through her than she could have ever imagined.

'Good! Because I plan on wearing this hot, little ass out!' he moaned reaching back to grab her ass with both hands and squeezed as hard as he could. 'I bet you need it real hard, don't you?' Pete teased and again Eva moaned like an animal in pain. 

'I might just fuck you to death, buster!' she said through her teeth as she fought to pull her jeans all the way off. She needed to feel him touching her; it had been far too long since a real, loving man wanted her this way and she needed more. Eva managed to get her jeans off and spread her legs wide. 'Rub it!' she begged him with need, wanting to feel his fingers on every, last inch of her aching pussy. 

Pete smiled as he cupped her moist pussy and gently began to caress her. Eva moaned and moaned as he gently rubbed and Pete couldn't wait to make this beautiful woman cum. 'Let's get on the bed,' he said with need as he stood up. 

'No, I need a shower first. I've been wet all day and I really need to wash,' she smiled, shoving him down on the bed and sat between his legs. 'Now it's my turn!' Eva smiled as she slowly unzipped his jeans and slid them off. 'Oh my Lord!' she laughed fanning her face as his full hardness finally came into view. 'You're going to kill me!' she laughed reaching to hold his long and very stiff cock, thinking of how wonderful it was going to feel. 'Lift up a little,' she smiled reaching her hands under his back and was ready to give her young lover a treat that he'd never forget. 'It may sound like I'm dying, but trust me.' Eva paused, licking the tip of his extremely swollen cock, enjoying the salty taste of his cum in her mouth. 'I'm going to love every gag and choke,' she added opening her mouth, taking Pete all the way in and half way down her throat.

'Oh fuck!' Pete moaned lifting his hips, shoving it deeper, until she starting gagging and he was shocked when she pushed down more. 'Oh, you're wonderful,' he moaned again, enjoying her trying to swallow his cock. Her muscles tried forcing him down her warm, silky throat until Eva gagged and out he'd come, just to have her force it back down again. 'You should have been a fucking whore!' he laughed, hearing a long and very low moan coming from her and he wondered if his sexy lover liked it dirty. 'You're going to be my whore,' he whispered and Eva moaned louder, forcing him deeper than ever and Pete couldn't have been happier. 

Eva sucked and sucked, trying her best to get him all the way down her throat. She hadn't been blessed with a cock half his size in her life and she planned on sucking Pete until he begged her to stop, but with him being so young, she figured that he'd die before that ever happened. 'I'll be your whore, but you have to promise to love me,' she thought, sucking him harder, deeper until she gagged, but she'd just force him deeper. 'I need to shower, and then I'm going to kill you!' she said to herself, hoping she'd be able to take all of him and let her young, energetic lover throat fuck her all he wanted. 

Pete just lay helpless, watching Eva swallowing him to the root and loving every second of it. 'You're nothing but a fucking whore!' he moaned, not believing what she was doing with his stiff cock. How could she force something so big and hard down her throat and want more and more of it. 'You're unbelievable!' he smiled, caressing her long hair, wondering how long she was going to do this and hoped she'd want to do it a lot. 

'Thank you.' Eva thought, knowing her young man was happy and she wondered what he was going to think when she sucked him this very same way each day. She sucked more, but she wanted to do him better. Eva carefully eased him from her mouth and moved up into his arms. 'I'm going to shower and then,' she smiled caressing the side of his face knowing he was going to love it. 'You're going to fuck my mouth all you want.' Eva smiled at his shocked look and knew that she'd found her dream man. 'I'll be right back,' she said standing up and ran to the bathroom.

*.

Eva stood enjoying the hot water cascading over her excited body, wondering why in the heck she was here, about to fuck this young boy that she'd known since he was a baby. 'I feel so fucking dirty,' she whispered, thinking of the young boy that was only a few minutes away from giving her the most amazing pleasures. 'But, it feels so good to be dirty!' she added feeling a cool rush of air flowing over her body and Eva had an idea that she was about to have some company. 

Pete opened the shower door and moved against her back, making sure his cock was pushed to her ass. 'I missed you,' he said kissing her neck as his hands reached around to hold each of her wet, excited breasts. 'Is this how you like it?' he teased knowing it was from her moaning and pushing her ass to his cock. 




Mrs. Sonnet



'Yes!' Eva moaned wondering if she just let him fuck her where they stood. Her pussy hadn't been properly pleased in years, fingers and rubbing didn't count, she needed a stiff cock. 'I want you in me!' she growled, laughing, knowing her plans on sucking him more were shot to hell. Eva turned to face the wall, grabbed a towel rack, spread her legs and waited. Waiting for her eighteen year old lover, Pete to ravish her aching pussy until she begged him to stop or she fainted. 

He smiled watching Eva turn and spread her legs. 'I'm going to fuck you,' he moaned moving behind her and rubbed his cock head between her legs. 'There it is,' he whispered, kissing her neck and slowly eased in her. Eva's muscles quickly locked around his cock and it felt like heaven. 'Oh mother crack!' he moaned, easing deeper in her warm, excited little pussy, enjoying her moaning and muscles squeezing him so tightly. 

'Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!' Eva cried, wanting him to use her pussy hard. 'Just shove it all in!' she begged hoping Pete would push his long cock to her core. She needed to be fucked hard, to make up for all the times she'd cried herself to sleep, dreaming of this very day. 

Pete couldn't believe what he had standing in front of him. The most beautiful, charming and horny woman he'd ever known and she was all his. He couldn't hold back and started moving in and out of her fast. 'Oh fuck!' he moaned, shoving her face first into the wall and went crazy fucking Eva, but her moaning told he that all was well. 'You like it this way, whore?' he asked ramming deeper, making sure that every inch of his cock was deep in Eva's pussy.

'Yes! I love it!' Eva cried enjoying his long cock touching places that she never knew existed until this very moment and she wanted more. 'I'm your whore, baby. Fuck me! Fuck your, whore!' she moaned, knowing her words would drive him crazy, she just hoped she'd cum first or soon after he did. 

'You dirty mouth whore!' he laughed giving Eva's shapely ass a firm slap, enjoying the feel of her pussy muscles spasming around his cock. 'You dirty, fucking whore!' he said ramming deeper, giving her ass another firm slap.

She loved him slapping her and wanting just a little more. 'You fucker!' she said acting as if she was trying to free herself. 'Let me go,' she whimpered giving Pete a smile, letting him know that she was just playing. 

'No way, bitch!' he growled grabbing a handful of her wet hair, holding it tight. 'I'm going fuck you all I want and there's not a fucking thing you're going to say about it,' he added, enjoying this game, but it felt funny being mean to Eva. He loved her so much and if she liked this, it would take awhile for him to get used to it.

'Well, fuck me then and stop playing!' she said through her pretty teeth. 'Take me to the bed and fuck me right!' Eva laughed, hoping he'd drag her to the bed and give her the deep fuck she'd needed for so long. 'Come on, bad boy!' Eva said shoving him back, ran out of the shower and towards the bed. Just before she got to it, he shoved her face down on it and landed on top of her. 

'Now you're really going to get it!' he growled grabbing her hair, jerking her head back as he kicked her legs apart and he shoved his cock deep into her pussy. 'Oh mother fucker!' Pete couldn't help but yelling as he sank to her deepest depths. 'You feel so good,' he moaned as her tight insides squeezed and sucked him harder than ever and he fought to keep from cuming in her. 

Eva lay under him in shock; he liked this just as much as she did. 'You like fucking mothers?' she asked as his hard cock slipped in and out of her stretched pussy. 'You like fucking Mommy's?' she moaned louder as Pete fucked faster, lifting her hips from the bed with each long and very deep thrust in her. 

'Only yours whore!' he moaned holding her, enjoying the feel of her tight pussy and now, her perverted words about fucking a mother. 'You're so fucking nasty,' he laughed wondering if she wanted him to call her Mom or something. 

'Oh yes, that's my baby!' Eva cried as his long cock fucked her with no mercy what so ever and she loved it. 'Fuck me! Fuck me, baby,' she whimpered and felt something she'd almost forgotten. 'Oh my God! I don't believe it!' Eva moaned when the feel of a warm, loving fire started grew deep in her pussy. 'Pete!' she moaned, trying to push her ass back to him. 'Make me cum, baby!' she cried trying anything she could to make herself cum on his big cock, but she didn't need to do a thing.

He held her and moved as fast as he could, watching his cock slipping in and out of Eva's wonderful pussy so fast, it was a blur. 'You better cum, whore!' he moaned giving her ass a slap. 'If you don't,' he paused to slap the other cheek. 'I'll fuck you all night!' he said slapping her again, enjoying her muscles giving him a quick squeeze before letting go. 

'Make me cum, you fucker!' she yelled, not caring if anyone heard them or not. Eva had been dreaming of this day and she was letting go, enjoying it all. 'Come on, you mother fucker,' she panted as her own words came so close to making her cum. 'I love saying that!' Eva moaned, wishing that Pete had been her son; she would have fucked him years ago.

Pete had an idea and hoped Eva liked it. 'Come on, Mom! Cum for me,' he moaned trying to hold back his own release, but couldn't. He started filling her pussy with shot after shot of hot cum and it was good. Pete was cuming in the woman he loved with all of his heart and he knew life would never be the same. 'I love you, Mom. I love you so much,' he cried pumping her pussy hard and as fast as he could.

Eva heard his words and her brain went wild. 'Yes! Oh my baby boy! Cum in Mommy's pussy!' she squealed as loud as she could and at last it happened, she was cuming with a man. A wonderful, young man, but she didn't care. 'Fuck me! Fuck Mommy hard!' Eva screamed and screamed, enjoying her young lover bring her to this wonderful state of bliss that her husband never could. 

*.

Pete rested of Eva's back as the panted for air. 'Damn!' Pete laughed wiping sweat from his face. 'I hope it's like that every time,' he whispered kissing her shoulder and couldn't resist flexing his stiff cock as it lay deep in Eva's body, enjoying her muscles locked as tightly around him.

'Oh yes!' Eva moaned to Pete, hoping she'd be able to keep up with him and his very vigorous cock. 'I just hope you don't fuck me to death,' she smiled, wishing that they were face to face; she wanted to hug him so bad she hurt. 'Let's turn around. I want to hug my new guy,' she smiled again, thinking of Pete lying on her, with his stiff young cock deep in her as they kissed. 

Pete smiled and gently eased his cock from her body. 'Ouch! I hate that!' he laughed watching his very beautiful lover crawling to the middle of the bed and held out her arms for him. 

'Come lay with me,' she whispered, looking at his very, very stiff cock, knowing that she had truly found her dream man. Eva couldn't help but moan as Pete moved over her body. 'I need that again,' she whispered and felt him positioning himself. 'We're going to kill each other.' Eva smiled as he carefully moved inside her body. 'Oh my baby!' she moaned when he filled her, sending a breathtaking wave of happiness running through her once again. 

Pete was happy as anyone in the world as he lay on Eva with his cock deep in her. 'I love you,' he whispered, gently kissing her lips. He'd loved her for as long as he could remember, but now, he was making love to her. 

She couldn't help but smiling at him and for the first time in her life, she felt love and it was a wonderful feeling. 'I love you too,' she smiled returning his kiss and couldn't wait for her young stud to love her again. She needed him as badly as before. 'Do it again,' she whispered, looking to his eyes. 'Make me feel good.' Eva begged as she gazed into his love struck eyes, knowing Pete would do anything she asked of him. 'And,' she giggled hoping he'd do one other thing for her. 'I know you hate your mom, but will you call me that?' Eva asked in a loving voice.

He caressed her face and could feel his cock jump at her words. 'One condition,' he smiled, knowing he'd found the perfect woman.

'And, what might that be?' she asked with a grin, wondering what Pete had in mind, knowing she'd do anything for him too. 

Pete gave her a deep kiss and slowly moved his hips back and forth. 'Later, when we go out,' he moaned enjoying her warm insides wrapped so tightly around his still cock, he felt like cuming again. 

'I'll do anything you want!' Eva moaned as his stiff, young cock slid effortlessly in and out of her body. 'Just tell me what you want baby,' she whispered, hugging him as tight as she could, feeling that wonderful fire quickly building deep in her pussy.


Pete moved faster, hoping that she wouldn't mind his next words. 'I want to hug, kiss, do anything I want to you and call you Mom, when I'm doing it,' he moaned, going faster, deeper, hoping he could hold out until she came. 'Please, Mom!' he smiled watching a blissful look cover her face and he knew she was his. 'Come on, Mom! Cum for your son.' Pete whispered as a warm rush covered his shaft and he knew what was happening. 

'I'd love you to call me that all the time, if you want,' she moaned and was at last able to move her hips with him and it felt so good. 'Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy!' Eva cried thinking of them living together as lovers, but pretending to be Mother and son. 'Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy!' she began screaming as visions of them living in her house, in her bed, calling her Mom each time they made love. 'Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Fuck Mommy! Fuck me!' Eva screamed louder as his long cock once again brought her feelings that her husband never could in twenty years. She exploded around his young, hard cock. 

Pete quickly felt her cuming and moved faster, pumping her pussy hard and as fast as he could. 'Come on, Mom! Cum for me,' he grunted, fighting to hold back his own release until she was finished. 'Cum on me Mom, please!' he begged in a low voice as his cock slid in and out of her body and she felt so good. 'Oh Mom!' he yelled and stated filling her when more cum than before. 'Oh, I love you, Mom!' Pete said as tears rolled down his face, dripping on her heaving breasts. 

She held him in her arms, enjoying his wonderful words as he filled her with his hot seeds, wishing for one other thing from Pete, but that would take a few months to know. 'Come on, baby,' she whispered holding him in her arms, wishing that Pete had been her son. He was so loving and a handsome boy. 

*.

'You look so good.' Pete smiled giving Eva a wink, looking at her full breasts under the sheer pink blouse. 'I'm glad you went shopping,' he added as his eyes wondered down her body to the very short black mini skirt that was wrapped so tightly around her hips, knowing that later, he'd be inside her once again. 

She couldn't but blush at his sweet words and saw her man growing with excitement. 'Is this for me?' Eva teased reaching to hold it and she knew whom it was for. 'I guess I'm going to have to fix this again,' she whispered, feeling another warm rush cover her body. 'A mother's job is never done,' she whispered in a sexier, lower voice as she gently caressed him, feeling as if she could cum. 

'I love when you touch me, Mom,' he smiled watching her eyes close and heard a soft moan escape her mouth. 'Will you suck me this time, Mom?' Pete added, knowing Eva must have been ready to explode and he loved it. 

She couldn't believe just how wonderful it was to be this excited knowing Pete would please all of her needs. 'Would you like Mommy to suck you baby?' she asked with a big smile, wishing that there was somewhere for them to be alone. She wanted him now, fuck going back to their motel room. 'I could drop down and do it right here!' Eva moaned watching people walking by them, wishing they would just vanish. 

'Damn Mom! Are you horny again?' he teased reaching under her skirt to gently rub her pussy and couldn't believe just how wet she was. 'You whore!' he whispered in her ear and moved to suck her neck. 'Always horny and,' he paused to enjoying the wetness on her panties before going on. 'Wanting your son to...fuck you!' he growled as quickly pushed two fingers deep in her body. 

'But, I'm your whore,' she moaned as he carefully caressed her moist pussy, hoping that Pete would give her an orgasm right there. She'd love it so much. Eva always had a fascination about doing it in public and with all the people around them it would be perfect. 'Oh baby!' she moaned, hoping to hold back screaming. 'Yes! Make Mommy feel good again,' she whimpered holding him as tight as humanly possible, praying she'd explode right there in his arms. 

Pete loved this and knew what he had to do. He turned her back to the passing people and started slipping his fingers in and out of Eva as fast as he could. 'Cum Mom! Cum for me,' he whispered sucking the side of her neck, wishing that he could mark her as his, but she was married and Pete didn't want to do anything that would hurt her.

'Yes! Suck me,' she moaned wanting Pete to anything and everything he could ever thing of doing to her. She didn't care about her husband or returning home with Pete's brand on her. She was his slave, his whore and now, his Mom too and she loved it. 'Do it! Suck my neck! Give me a big one!' Eva growled wanting Pete to give her a hicky. A big one that could be seen with ease and she'd love it so much. 

Pete did as told and went crazy sucking the warm, tender flesh on Eva's neck. He'd never given a girl one, but here he was sucking her neck as hard as he could while fingering her wet pussy. 'Come on,' he whispered taking a quick break from sucking her. 'Cum for me, Mom.' Pete moaned hoping Eva could hold back her screams of pleasure when she came. 

'My baby,' she whimpered as a new and very exciting feel swept over her so quickly, that if Pete hadn't been holding her, she'd been on the ground. 'Oh Pete!' Eva cried, burying her face in his neck, hoping nobody would hear her, but if they did, she didn't care. Eva was happy for the first time in her life and nobody was going to fuck it up now. 

Pete smiled as Eva's body began squeezing his fingers and she trembled in his arms. 'Come on, that's my girl,' he whispered holding her tightly, knowing if he didn't, she fall straight to the ground. 'You have all the fun you want. Nobody will know,' he smiled caressing back, enjoying her soft moans filling his ear. 

Tears ran from her eyes and on Pete's shirt and Eva knew life couldn't get any better than this. 'You are going to kill me!' she giggled giving him a kiss. 'I feel so free now that I have you. When I get back home, Bill and Bobby are out of my life and if you're interested, would you like to move here, with me?' she asked feeling so good and it started raining. 'Oh wow!' Eva smiled looking up and let the warm summer rain wash her past life away.

Pete stood holding Eva in his arms thinking of being with her and he knew his answer. 'I think it would be great being with you, but I do have one condition,' he replied giving her a wink, wondering what she was going to say.

'And what might that be?' she asked figuring with his age it was going to be a sexual request of some sorts. 'I'll do anything you want.' Eva smiled feeling both his hands going under her skirt and gently caressing her. 'We're going to end up fucking each other to death!' she giggled, hoping they get another chance to make love before the drive home and to rid her life of Bill. 

He took a deep breath and could only hope for the best. Pete knew she liked him, but did she love him. 'After you divorce Bill,' he said feeling his hands shaking and his heart racing. 'Will you marry me?' Pete asked and his ears started ringing so bad he couldn't hear anything. 

Pete quickly knew it was a bad idea to ask her such a thing after being married. Why would she even consider marring again so soon and to a kid? She had a son his age, why would she what to marry him?

Eva stood in shock at his words. She knew Pete had feelings for her since he was a small boy, but this came close to knocking her down. She did love him and knew he would treat her good, but this blew her mind. 

'Are you sure about this? I'm twice your age and old enough to be your Mom,' she said caressing the side of his young face, trying to imagine life with her handsome, young love and all the fun they would have together. 

Pete looked to her and knew this was a bad idea. She didn't want him after being married so long and he was nothing but a kid to her. 'Yes,' he said hoping that Eva didn't think he was just some punk that was playing with her heart. He'd been in love with her and had visions of them being together for as long as he could remember. 'I'm very sure.' Pete added hoping Eva saw his love and would want a man that would give her nothing but love and happiness. 

She smiled at him and jumped in his arms. 'Yes! I couldn't ask for a better guy to spend the rest of my life with than you,' she said squeezing him hard, as tears poured from her eyes.

*.

Eva walked in the house and to the kitchen. 'My God, what the hell?' she asked, wondering what Bill and Bobby tried to cook. There were so many pots, pans and dishes all over the counters and stove, Eva couldn't count them all. 'I am not cleaning this up,' she said shaking her head in disbelief.

'Where the fuck have you been all day?' Bill asked with anger as he walked in the kitchen. 'I've been trying to call you all day!' he added wanting to slap her face. 

Eva looked at him and couldn't but laughing. 'We've been married twenty years and for you first time, you want to know something about me?' she asked with a big smile. 'You don't know one thing about me. You don't know what kind of flowers I like, you don't know what my favorite color is and most importantly,' she paused from her fit of rage to take a breath. 'You don't even know how to make me orgasm! I haven't came one time in all the years that you've fucked me and I'm sick of it!' she screamed, pointing her finger at him and if she'd had a gun, Bill would be dead. 

Bobby walked in the room and laughed at his mother. 'What the fuck is up with you, bitch?' he asked wondering why his Dad hadn't knocked her ass out yet. 'You going to stand there and let that bitch talk to you like that?' Bobby asked his Dad and didn't see Eva's hand swinging to his face.

'Fuck you little boy!' she screamed at Bobby as he fell against the wall. 'I'm your mother! Don't you ever call me another name as long as you live!' she screamed louder thinking of all the times he'd called her bitch, whore, cunt and any other nasty name he could think of. She drew back her hand and slapped him harder than before.

Bill walked towards with his fist ready to hit her. 'I'm going to knock your fucking teeth out!' he yelled stepping towards her and stopped dead in his tracks.

Eva saw Bill and reached to the counter. 'Hit me mother fucker, please!' she begged him holding the knife to his dick, praying that Bill would touch her. 'I'll ram this right in your little, bitty dick and you'll just be dreaming of humping little girls' the rest of your life,' she laughed, enjoying the look on Bill's face. 'Yes, I know about all the girls' you try fucking at the factory. Do you really think I'm so dumb I wouldn't know? You forget that I own it! It's mine and the people there like me, not you!' she said thinking of all the people that she'd hired before she met Bill and how faithful they were. 

'I called the bank, the credit card company and the factory. All your cards and passes have been canceled. I want you out of here. I can't stand you! I've lived in hell the last twenty years and that's it. I'm not living like that a moment more,' she smiled thinking of Pete and how good he made her feel. 'Get him, your clothes and get out!' she said giving Bill the most evil look a person could give. 




Mrs. Sonnet



*.

Pete sat on the sofa, wondering when the remodeling would be finished and when he'd get to spend time with Eva. It was great living here, but he was tired of not seeing her. Day after day she'd get up, dress and go shopping the entire day and come back so tired, she'd fall asleep. Pete needed her and was getting mad. 

'I'm home!' Eva yelled, walking in the house, wondering why there weren't any lights on. 'Baby, I'm home,' she called out, looking for Pete and was startled when she sat him sitting in the dark, all alone. 'What's wrong, baby?' she asked moving to sit on her knees in front of him and hugged him close. 

'Nothing,' he replied reaching for his beer and wasn't interested in hugging her. Pete was mad. 

Eva couldn't believe this. 'Baby, come on, tell me what's wrong,' she said feeling tears of hurt filling her eyes. 

'I'm fucking tired of not seeing you!' he said raising his voice. 'I love you and I haven't had any time with you since we've moved here!' he added, feeling his own hurt.

Eva sat between his legs as tears were now pouring from her eyes. 'I'm sorry,' she sobbed. 'I just wanted everything to be perfect for us. We've both had such shitty lives,' she said sniffing. 'I'm sorry, I'll be yours from now on. No more houses or anything. I'm your slave!' she smiled as his arms slid around her and hugged.

'I'm sorry for acting like a big baby, but I missed us being together. It's been hell not seeing you or anything,' he added pulling her on his lap, giving Eva the longest and deepest kiss they'd shared since their wedding day. 

'Oh my! I think my baby has been lonely,' she whispered knowing what he needed to feel better. 'How about I go in our room, change and you come and rape my... mouth.' Eva panted in his ear, knowing he'd be hard in just a few seconds. 'Would my baby like that? Hum?' she whispered again, feeling his big cock growing hard under her ass. 'Wanta come and fuck Mommy's mouth? If you do, I'll let you cum down my throat to!' Eva whispered knowing she was asking for a good, long fuck. 

'I'd like that a lot,' he replied, flexing his cock, giving her an idea of just how much he missed her. 'You're the best Mom a guy could ever ask for,' he whispered giving her another long kiss.

'Fuck going to the room!' she said getting up, stripped in ten seconds, and was lying on the coffee table. 'Cum and fuck me!' she growled letting her head hang off the table and was ready for him to do anything he wanted. She'd lived in loneliness half her life and wasn't about to loose Pete. 

He quickly moved on his knees and to her. 'I'm going to fuck you good!' he said pointing his cock to Eva's opened mouth and watched her swallow him completely. 'Oh mother fuck!' he yelled as she took him all the way in her mouth and down her throat with ease. 'You fucking whore!' he moaned as she sucked and swallowed his cock like never before. 'Suck it baby! Oh I love you!' he moaned as Eva pleasured him. 

Eva was in heaven as his cock slid down her throat. She sucked with all her might and wanted her baby to know how sorry she was for leaving him alone so much. 'Cum in me!' she thought as Pete started moving and Eva knew it wasn't going to take him very long. 

Pete moved back and forth, enjoying her mouth and her swallowing his cock head. 'You're wonderful!' he moaned, holding her beautiful face as he fucked it so tenderly. 'I love you! I love you so much!' he yelled out as two months of cum shot down her throat. 'I love you,' he moaned as Eva sucked and swallowed every drop of his cum.

She let him do anything he wanted, but it was just like Pete to fuck her as easy as he could. 'I'm fucking you hard when you get finished,' she thought, knowing his young cock would be ready again in just a few minutes. That was just one of the many advantages of being with a young boy like Pete and Eva loved it. 

'I still can't believe you can do that,' he smiled gently pulling his cock from her mouth and fell back on the floor. 

Eva slowly sat up and moved on the floor with him. 'I'm glad you like it so much. I love doing that you,' she smiled moving over him and couldn't wait. She needed his cock in her now. She lifted her hips, positioned him and sat down. 'Oh my God!' she cried as his stiff cock filled her and it felt so good and that's when she realized that she hadn't made love in a long time. 'I'm sorry for making you feel lonely,' she said laying over him as she gently kissed him. 

'If it ever happens again, I'm spanking your ass,' he teased reaching to give her a firm slap on her ass.

'Ouch!' Eva giggled knowing she had something very important to tell him, but was so worried after what just happened. 'I need to tell you something,' she whispered caressing the side of his face, hoping things were going to work out.

Pete looked to her face and she had a look that he'd never seen before. Eva looked like a kid that was about to be beaten with a belt. 'What is it?' he asked hugging her close and now he felt her trembling in his arms. 

'I'm scared to tell you,' she replied feelings running down her face, feeling she was about to loose the only man she'd ever loved in her life. 

'Come on, it's ok,' he said hugging the woman he loved so tight. 'You don't have to be afraid, what is it?' he asked, hoping nothing was wrong with her. He'd die if she was sick or something. 

Eva looked to him and could only pray this didn't mess them up. 'I'm pregnant,' she whispered knowing it was over. There was no way Pete was going to share her with a baby. She was so stupid for not getting on the pill and now it was going to cost her Pete. 'I'm sorry!' she cried wondering why he hadn't tossed her off him and went to pack his things, but she felt his arms wrap around her.

'Oh my God! You're kidding!' he said squeezing her against his body and couldn't believe the wonderful thing Eva said. 'I love you so much.' Pete whispered in her ear and couldn't ask for anything else. He had it all. 

THE END.

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Mrs. Steel



During my last year of High School my father had taken on a new job that required we move. I wasn't any too happy about it, wanting to finish out my senior year with friends and activities that I was involved with. But there was no way around it, and I reluctantly remained with my family as we moved several hundred miles away to our new home and a new way of life.

Though our family had "moved-up" as they say, those first few weeks into summer before the start of the new school year were very trying for me. I didn't know anyone, nor had I really met anyone at that time to pal around with or do things with. Worse, I was having difficulty finding a job (that I liked) in order to save some money towards the car I'd been hoping to finally get that summer.

Two doors down from where we lived, there was a spacious home sitting on three acres of the most beautiful greenery, lawn and flowerbeds. I noticed however that it didn't seem to be in the best of shape, far from what it could be anyway. As I enjoyed gardening, working outside more than anything else, and in desperate need of some money, I decided to inquire with the owner of the home to see if there was any work for me there.

On the day I first met Mrs. Steel, I had gone to her door with the hopes of landing at least a part-time job for some quick easy money. I had no idea if they already had a gardener or if there was even someone who took care of the grounds, but if they did, he or she certainly wasn't doing a very good job of it. By the looks of things, the grass hadn't been mowed in several weeks. And for a home that elegant looking, and so huge, it didn't make much sense to me.

She opened the door and by all appearances, looked like she'd been in bed for a week. She was wearing some frumpy old worn housecoat, her hair was a mess, and she looked worn and tired as well. By the looks of her, I didn't figure there was much chance of landing any sort of a job, my first impression being that something financially disastrous had happened and she was just waiting to be evicted. Pressing on however, I told her who I was, pointed out where I lived, and stated I was interested in landscaping, gardening etc.

As I stood in the door telling her all this, I noticed that she wasn't exactly unattractive, and in fact, under normal circumstances would probably be a very attractive looking woman. She was certainly in her mid too late fifty's perhaps early sixty's even, but looking older than that at the time I first met her. To my surprise, she seemed interested in my offer, and explained her present situation.

"Three month's ago my husband died," she began telling me. "Steven was the one who really enjoyed working out in the yard, keeping things up and all that. We'd once talked about hiring on a gardener, especially as it became more and more difficult for him to spend the time this place constantly needed. But for one reason or another, we kept putting it off, doing it ourselves. And then of course Steven died suddenly of an unexpected heart attack. I've been trying to keep up with it, but as you can see, I'm falling behind in it myself, and frankly, haven't had the energy or the desire even to do it."

After she had explained this to me, things made a little more sense, but I still wasn't sure she was too keen on hiring me. That was until she told me she'd pay me a hundred dollars a week! Although that was more money than I'd seen in my short lifetime that I could call my own, I still hesitated, feeling somewhat guilty about accepting such a salary for keeping things in shape for her. Mrs. Steel explained to me that I would definitely earn every penny of it. As that also included maintenance on their pool, as well as doing odd jobs around the house for her when she needed help doing something. Having heard that, I readily agreed. My very first day "at work" would be bright and early the next day. The first order of business was mowing the lawn, but at least they had one of those mowers you could ride on, and that was something to look forward to all by itself. The second major thing would be to clean out the leaves and garbage that had fallen into the pool over the past few months.

I showed up at her place bright and early the next morning. I preferred working in the yard early anyway, my favorite time of day when things were still peaceful, quiet, and fresh. And though I would soon be waking up the neighbors once I started on the lawn, I enthusiastically set out to begin to make a difference in how the place would look once I was done. Mrs. Steel had already given me a set of keys to the shed where everything I needed was secured and waiting for me. So I didn't need to bother waking her up when I began my day. 

I had spent the past two hours out front mowing, and already the place looked one hundred percent better. Heading out back to finish up there, I ran into Mrs. Steel as she came outside to greet me. The first thing I noticed was that I had been right. She was an attractive woman, very much so. She had obviously gone through some sort of metamorphosis during the night, as I now saw her with a little bit of makeup, and entirely different looking. But to my immediate delight, I saw that she was wearing a tied in front halter-top that clearly defined her well rounded breasts, and deep cleavage that hinted at the smoothness of her dark tanned breasts. She wore a pair of white shorts that showed off her dark tan, as well as her shapely legs. Needless to say, she looked like an entirely different woman than the one I had met the day before.

"It's such a lovely morning. I thought I'd at least come out and give you a hand. After all, it's not your fault the yard's in this bad of a condition, so the least I can do is help you," she said.

"Thank you Mrs. Steel," I began to say, but she interrupted me.

"Katie. Please call me Katie," she told me.

Even so, it was difficult for me to call her by that name, and I continually addressed her as Mrs. Steel, sometimes Katie after that.

"I'll start on the pool," she explained, and told me about the pool cleaner and how it worked. "You finish up with the mowing, and then come over and help me with this."

As the backyard wasn't nearly as big as the front yard, primarily because of the pool and floral gardens, it didn't take me even half the time to mow, as had the front yard. I put the mower back in the shed, and then went around the house to rejoin her by the pool. I had just started up this narrow slate stone path between the house and the open-air green house they had also kept for growing their roses, placed my hand on the small gate that opened into the back yard, and froze!

I know Katie was expecting me to come back around the other way, as she was still looking over her shoulder in that direction. But as I had left some grass clippings in bags to set out in the garbage, I had gone around the other side of the house. So it was that I stood watching her remove the western style bandana she'd been wearing, allowing her shoulder length hair to fall free. Interestingly, she had one silver streak that swept back nearly down the middle, and reminded me slightly of Mrs. Munster, though I certainly would never ever have referred to her in that way. But what froze me in place was the fact she had untied her blouse, and realizing she was braless then, watched as she took the bandana and wiped the sweat from her exposed breasts. Still looking in the other direction for me to come back around, I stood there momentarily, still looking at her beautiful full breasts, almost afraid to move. And in so doing was caught looking.

It wasn't the fact that she simply had bared her breasts, but the fact that they were so beautiful. Katie had the biggest darkest areola, (though I only knew them then as nipples) that I had ever seen before, and I had seen several women's breasts in a few stroke-books, but never any women's nipples like hers. To me, they were the most erotic looking pair of 'tits' that I had ever laid eyes on. And so literally frozen in place as I was, caught looking as Mrs. Steel suddenly turned to look in my direction as though realizing since I'd not come back around the other way that the possibility existed, I'd come around from the side that I had. And there our eyes locked on one another. 

Initially I felt embarrassed and a little alarmed that she might think I was actually spying on her. " So much for my permanent job," I thought. But Katie merely smiled, turned away from me so as to once again cover herself, and retied the blouse she was wearing back over her breasts.

"Sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you," she told me. "It's just so damn hot already, and I'm sweating like a pig as it is."

I walked through the gate towards her, a little dizzy and a little unsteady on my feet. But it had been an innocent incident after all, and if Mrs. Steel wasn't going to make any big deal out of it, then neither would I.

An hour or so later we'd finished cleaning the pool. Katie suggested we break for a light lunch, and as a reward for all our hard work, suggested we go for a swim afterwards. I reminded Katie that I of course didn't have any swim trunks, and though I could certainly run home to get some, I worried about getting stuck at home doing one thing or another for my mother instead. Katie quickly informed me that she was sure she could dig out a pair of trunks that Steven had worn without my having to run home.

Following her up to her bedroom, I once again felt a little shy and extremely nervous. Sitting on the edge of her bed while she rummaged through several drawers, she finally found a pair of swimming trunks that would fit me. I watched as she quickly located a two-piece bathing suit of her own, and invited me to change clothes in her bedroom while she stepped into the bathroom to change. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and piled them in one of the chairs sitting near the bed. Looking up and towards the bathroom, I saw then that the door had not been closed all the way. A small crack gave me a peek into that room and I saw Mrs. Steel's reflection in the bathroom mirror. Once again, I sat watching as she undressed, watched as she cupped her breasts turning sideways in the mirror to look at her self, releasing her breasts, turning, cupping them once again as though wishing they stood up off her chest a little more firmly. I for one thought her breasts looked perfect just the way they were. They were in my young eyes, quite sexy and very alluring. I had never seen boobs as large as hers were, but had limited experience in trying to compare them to the very, very few I had seen. To me, just looking at her as she examined and touched herself was exciting beyond words. And because of that, I immediately achieved an erection, which I did not initially perceive as being a problem until I realized she'd soon come out of the bathroom. 

"Mrs. Steel....Uh Katie? I'm going to go ahead and run down to the pool. I'll meet you outside," I yelled at her into the bathroom. 

Katie had by this time of course finished dressing and just as I stood up to leave, she came walking out of the bathroom. Once again we caught one another staring and looking at each other. Me with a tent-pole bulging out of my swim trunks, and her with those full breasts of hers barely contained within the confines of a nearly too small top. Her white two-piece suit certainly highlighted her dark tan, and glancing down briefly as I did, I also noticed the slightly darker area that was shadowed between her legs through the material of her bottoms. 

I stammered momentarily, unsure what to say or do. "I um...ah...was just going." Dropping my hand down as nonchalantly as possible, to cover my obvious erection, I finally managed to get my legs unstuck from the floor and headed out of the bedroom.

"Here!" I heard Katie softly yell at me then, turning, I just managed to catch the bath-towel she'd thrown towards me, but the suddenness and unexpected toss of the towel in my direction once again revealed my obvious stiffness. And worse, showing it off from a side view that I saw her glance down at as I reached up to catch the towel.

"I thought you might need a towel," she finished saying, still looking at me, smiling, though I noticed her eyes once again travel down to my still standing tent-pole. 

I was sure she wasn't smiling at me in any suggestive, certainly not in any sort of an 'interested' way. It was more like in an understanding; don't worry about it, sort of smile. I was grateful for that, and used the towel to wrap around myself, and hurried on down the stairs with Katie following behind me.

We swam for quite a while, splashing water on one another and generally having quite a good time. The coolness of the water rapidly melted my erection so that I was soon comfortable around her, and as we swam, talked and enjoyed one another's company, I relaxed considerably.

Though the trunks Katie had given me to wear felt a little big, and I occasionally had to readjust them, it became second nature for me to do so and I gave it no further thought. I eventually decided to go off the diving board when Katie asked me if I knew how to do any "flips" off it that she could watch. I was delighted to show her what I could do, 'showing off' and climbed out of the pool and stepped onto the diving board. I hit the end of the board springing high into the air, and slid through the water in a near perfect vertical entry. And promptly felt my trunks come off in the water. When I surfaced a short distance away, I turned around looking behind myself to see if I could spot them floating. Katie was already standing there in the middle of the pool, holding onto them.

"I guess they're a little big." And then she laughed, unable to help herself. 

Though I was a little embarrassed, even feeling my cheeks flushing, I laughed along with her, but hesitated in approaching her in my obvious nakedness. I fully expected her to toss the trunks over to me, watched her even as though she was going to do just that, and then was stunned as they went sailing through the air far over my head to land over by the Patio table instead.

I turned back around to look at her, confusion showing in my face I'm sure, and saw her reaching behind obviously undoing her swim-top.

"You know, in all the years we've owned this pool, I have never once gone skinny-dipping in it!" Katie then tossed her own top over to the side, landing near where the spot my own trunks had landed. I saw her reach down knowing full well that she was now removing the bottoms to her bathing suit too. This was also wadded up and sent sailing across the pool to land on the edge near the steps leading up and out.

"Good place for them. I'll leave them there to put back on when I get out," she casually commented. Flipping onto her back, she floated momentarily while I stood in the shallows at the opposite end of the pool, though kneeling so as not to expose myself to her. I was more than confused now and totally unsure what to make of all this as she so calmly floated on her back. Those breasts of hers so easily exposed, as was the dark patch of her pubic hair now clearly revealed to me as she lay on her back floating there in the water so uninhibitedly. And though it was exciting as hell to see her like this, I also felt more relaxed than I'd been a short few moments ago.

Finally at ease, becoming more and more so as we continued to talk, swim around, it was simply too tempting, and far too easy to continually find myself gawking at her nude body, especially her breasts as she sometimes stood, or floated on her back. Eventually my cock had once again stirred in arousal, and feeling it growing, I made a hasty retreat out of the pool and sat down in one of the patio-table chairs. Though I didn't put on my wet swim trunks, I did grab my towel and laid it across my lap. Katie had brought out a pitcher of lemonade with lunch, and I quickly poured a glass pretending to be thirsty and sat their drinking it, watching her.

She of course had seen me exit the pool. I knew she had followed me over towards the table, and though my ass was obviously exposed to her viewing, it wasn't nearly as bad had she seen my reawakened erection. When I sat, I did so with my towel already positioned in front of myself so that I would conceal my pre-"dick"-ament before sitting down.

Mrs. Steel swam over to the edge of the pool closest to me. She was perfectly concealed in this fashion, standing below the lip of the pool in such a way that I could not see anything of her except for her head, neck and upper shoulders. We'd left the pool cleaner on the entire time, allowing it to finish doing its job while we swam. I saw her taking in the hose, fully expecting her to ask me to shut it off, (dreading that) but was surprised when she never mentioned anything to me about it, but obviously stood there now holding on to it as we spoke. It was then that I noticed a peculiar expression come over her face. I had seen that look on my own face in the mirror when I had once caught my reflection while masturbating in the bathroom. And it was the very same one I was seeing now on her face!

"So," Mrs. Steel began speaking, and I picked up a slight quivering edge to the tone of her voice as she did. "Do you think I have an ok body for a woman my age? I bet not though huh? I'd guess you have several young girlfriends with cute little bodies to look at occasionally."

I had no idea what to say to that, about to respond anyway, but she merely continued speaking, so my own response stuck in my throat, and I merely sat watching her instead. I was certainly intrigued, curious, perhaps intimidated and even a little bit afraid, but sitting there watching her doing whatever it was that she was doing was getting to me. My cock was as stiff and as hard as it had ever been, and the fear of her asking...no telling me to get up and do something for her, like turning off the pool cleaner was suddenly a bit worrisome.

I was so into my own thoughts and wildly running imagination at this point that I had hardly heard a word or been concentrating on what Mrs. Steel had been saying. Sort of like coming in on the middle of an innocent conversation, and hearing something else that could have been taken as anything but innocent. And for a moment, that's what I thought I was hearing.

"...at least that long since I have even seen a man's...cock," she said bluntly. "And the last thing I wanted to do was frighten you off, but it would mean so much to me if you would come over here at least, and just let me see you."

I know I sat there looking dumbfounded. But I had just barely tuned back into whatever it was she had been saying. The word cock was certainly embedded into my thoughts, and something about her wanting to see it. When I saw her look change from the pleasured one she'd been showing me to one of uncertainty, even suddenly being ashamed of what she'd just said, I knew my inaction had mistakenly been perceived as something else entirely. I saw her face soften, almost like she was going to start crying or something.

"Wait!" I heard myself call out it a higher than normal pitch, though it sounded like a voice belonging to someone else, certainly not mine.

I stood up, dropping my bath towel completely, revealing my hard swollen member to her scrutiny, and bravely walked over to sit down on the edge of the pool where she was still standing. Almost immediately I realized what it was she had been doing with the pool cleaner too. She still had it nestled between her legs, and obviously had been using it to pleasure herself with while she had stood there talking to me.

"You know what I'm doing?" She asked. Though it was more of a statement of fact than a question really. I nodded my head yes with sudden wide-eyed understanding, and an overwhelming wave of excitement suddenly coursing through and over my entire body.




Mrs. Steel - The Return



Over twenty years had passed since that first incredible summer I had spent with Katie, Kathryn and Kathy. So much had happened in so short a period of time that it seemed almost like a dream as I reflected back on that incredible period of my life.

The year after I'd graduated from high school I was drafted into the army. I served two years in Vietnam during the war, and though Kathy and I had exchanged several letters, she eventually met someone and wrote to tell me she was getting married. It wasn't exactly welcome news at the time, but not totally unexpected either. Neither of us had made any sort of long-range commitment to one another even after the continuation of our ongoing sex-capades. 

After I was discharged, I met and married a woman with whom I had a son. My wife was killed in an auto accident two years after that, leaving me a single parent with a young baby to raise. My parents tried to coax me into moving back to live with them so mom could help out, but I had a good job and was making sufficient money to see that my son's needs were being met. 

Though I had a number of girlfriends over the years, and had even been engaged to be married for a short time, I never did remarry. My son's welfare was first and foremost above all things, and I wanted to ensure that David's needs were taken care of before my own. We had a great relationship and though father and son, we were more like the best of friends and openly discussed and shared everything with one another, no matter the subject matter.

My own father had passed away some years back and I was determined to have a closer relationship with my son and try to not make the same mistakes my father had. David graduated from high school and was considering joining the service when word reached us that my mother had passed away. We were contacted by the attorneys regarding the estate and I made plans to leave immediately and head back to the old neighborhood. David came with me of course as we had funeral arrangements to make as well as lots of junk that I knew we'd have to sort through and get rid of. My own mother's passing reminded me of the obituary she'd sent me some ten years past when I learned that Mrs. Steel...Katie, had died. I'd been unable to come home for her funeral though I had so desperately wanted to. I'd sent flowers of course, and even received a nice letter back from Kathryn thanking me for thinking of her, (of them) but it was also the last I ever heard from her. Now, ten years later and once again arriving back in my old stomping grounds, I couldn't help but wonder whatever had happened to her and Kathy as we drove by the old place on our way over to my parent's house.

My mother's funeral was held two days later. I was amazed at the turnout and realized just how many friends my mother had grown close to over the years. Although I appreciated all the heartfelt sympathy's, the past few days had been trying and I was tired of standing there being greeted by everyone. In the next instant, I was taken by surprise as a ghost stood directly in front of me.

"Nicky? I'm sorry about your mother." 

Perhaps my exhaustion and the emotional strain of the past few days contributed, but without even thinking I stood simply staring at her.

"Mrs. Steel?" I said wonderingly.

Kathryn laughed and actually blushed a little bit.

"Well I guess after all these years I probably do look a lot like her now at my age. And, I did take my maiden name back after my divorce. Though I hate being called Ms. Steel. Even the pool boy we had for a time called me Mrs. Steel, and I have to admit, it reminded me a little of when you were here and took care of the place for us."

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. 

"Kathryn, I'm sorry, please forgive me. It's just that you really do look a lot like your mother did. And it's just such a surprise, albeit a pleasant one actually seeing you after all these years!"

Once again Kathryn smiled at me but indicated with a look back at the line of well-wishers still standing in line that she knew I had several people still waiting to see me.

"Listen, when you feel like it, come by so we can catch up on old times and chat. Maybe even take a dip in the pool."

With that, she leaned over giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and moved off. I was still a little stunned at seeing her. Her hair was still dark though it had a speckle of silver streaking through it. And she looked every bit as attractive now as she had some twenty years ago. Though I'm sure that I was remembering Katie with as much fondness as I was for her at that moment.

The next morning I called Kathryn to see if her invitation still held. She enthusiastically invited me over that afternoon and reminded me that we could go for a swim if I wanted.

"If you don't have a pair of trunks, I'm sure we can dig something up for you. Or not," she left off, and then hung up the phone before I could even respond.

Replacing the receiver I turned and saw David sitting at the kitchen table. He was grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. Like I said, we'd always been able to discuss anything with one another, which had included the day he'd lost his virginity. That discussion had led to him asking me how I had lost mine. And I had been honest about it telling him everything. So he knew all the intimate little details of my encounter with Mrs. Steel, or Katie as well as with Kathryn and her daughter Kathy.

"So dad," he began still grinning and stuffing a spoonful of breakfast cereal in his mouth.

"You planning on getting some this afternoon?" he asked me, barely able to control himself from laughing in the process.

I shot him a look of disgust that was lost on him, as he knew I wasn't being all that serious.

"David!" I exclaimed, using the best authoritative voice I could muster under the circumstances. "That was a long time ago! We're just getting together to catch up on old times, nothing more," I stated with far less conviction.

My son didn't respond to that one. He just fed himself another large spoonful of cereal and smiled around it as he sat looking at me. This time I smiled and caved in to his thoughts.

"Well, I can't say I'd turn her down either," I finally admitted.

"What about her daughter, Kathy wasn't it? Do you know where she's living?"

"Why? You want to double date or something?" I shot back at him.

"Just curious, I remember all the wild sex the three of you had. After all, I am your son and it would only be fair if I got to experience what you did."

This time I really did give him a disapproving look, which told him I didn't think so. 

"Like I said David, that was along time ago. People change. It's been years since I've even seen her, and I haven't heard a thing about Kathy since I was in the service. We're just getting together to catch up on things, nothing more." 

At that point, I headed upstairs to shower and get dressed. Surprisingly, I felt years younger, and a little giddy. In a way, it almost was like stepping back in time and I couldn't help but feel like the young kid I had once been, along with the excitement I had felt every time I had gone over to see Mrs. Steel. I was somewhat grateful that I'd managed to conceal my ever-growing hardon as I climbed the stairs up to my room. Already I was reliving some very pleasurable past experiences, and even as I stepped into the shower and allowed the fantasy to continue, I secretly began to hope that the afternoon might turn into more than a simple trip down memory lane. Soaping my cock and slowly beginning to stroke it, I easily framed the image of Kathryn firmly in my mind and couldn't help but wonder if I ever would be with her again.

As I pulled into the drive leading up to the house, I couldn't help but remember all the times I had trimmed the hedges that lined the driveway, and the countless times I had mowed the lawn or spent in weeding the gardens. Even as I parked the car and headed up the walk to the door, it felt a little weird being here and I nearly turned and went back to the car. Had it not been for the door suddenly opening and Kathryn stepping out to greet me, I probably would have done just that.

"Oh Nicky! I'm so glad you came!" she said. And suddenly I was eighteen again.

Kathryn held the door open for me and I stepped in and began to slide past her. The close proximity of our bodies made it virtually impossible for me to do so without moving against her. I noticed simultaneously that she was wearing a one piece swim suit that was cut very low and revealed a great deal of those magnificent full firm breasts of hers that looked every bit as much the way I remembered them. I brushed against her as I stepped in, and stopped as she turned towards me, suddenly embracing me as though we'd never been a part. I kissed her, and what had meant to be a chaste "hello" kind of a kiss, suddenly turned into a much more passionate and lingering one. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally broke a part from one another and I finished stepping into the foyer. The softness of her breasts pressing against my chest as we'd stood there had already awakened my previously un-satisfied lust, and I quickly moved into the front room, taking a seat before she noticed my growing condition.

Kathryn offered me a cold lemonade, which I quickly accepted. Yet again past images popped into my mind as I remembered sharing lemonades with her out on the patio near the pool. Only back then, we'd been comfortable enough to sit there naked while drinking them. 

"Why don't we head out back and relax by the pool?" she said carrying out the tray that contained two glasses and a full pitcher of lemonade. For a brief moment, I wondered if she was thinking the same thing I had been.

The moment we stepped outside, I spotted the newly built Cabana by the pool area.

"Wow. That's nice," I told her. "Too bad that wasn't here," And it was then I realized I was about to say: "That night that Kathy and I came home from the drive-in."

Though I managed to catch myself, it was as though Kathryn was again reading my mind. 

"Oh yes, I'm sure you and Kathy would have made good use out of it. There's also an indoor sauna as well as a hot tub. Perhaps one evening we can try it out together. I rarely even use it any more as I hate doing things like that alone."

Kathryn let the subtle implication hang there, and I got the immediate impression it had been a while since she had entertained anyone.

"What about the cottage? Is that still down by the creek?" I asked.

Kathryn laughed, remembering I'm sure the day that her daughter Kathy had walked in on us.

"Oh yes! In fact, Jared our pool-man and grounds keeper lived there for a while until he was able to save enough money to get a place of his own."

"Oh, so you do have someone who takes care of the place for you then." 

Kathryn laughed out loud. "I know what you're thinking," she added still laughing. "But no, we didn't. Jared is semi retired, even older than I am. He has no family except for a cat, and besides, I always have been interested in younger men."

Kathryn threw me a mischievous little look and turned to walk down the steps into the pool. 

"Well? You coming in or are you just going to sit there and watch me?" 

I stood up to take off my clothing as I'd already put on my swim trunks before coming over, so removing my clothing wouldn't be any big deal as I was already dressed for a swim. By this time Kathryn had reached the middle of the pool where the water was a little more than waist high. Glancing over as I began removing my pants I saw her suddenly lower the top half of her suit revealing her breasts. I almost tripped as I struggled out of my pants, falling over in the process, grabbing a chair in order to regain my balance.

"So, they might be a little older, and a little less full, but they're still not too bad are they?" she asked, cupping her breasts as they bobbed just above the surface of the water.

I took a moment to glance down at myself. Perhaps it had been a long time, but not all that long I reasoned. And in the next instant I was removing my swim trunks too.

"Ah. That's more like it!" I heard Kathryn say. 

As I walked down the steps into the pool to join her, I saw her briefly struggle out of her suit, flipping it over onto the deck near the patio table.

"I haven't been with anyone for nearly five years," she told me as I took her in my arms.

"It's been two years since my last steady girlfriend," I responded back to her obvious surprise.

"Really? Two years? Haven't you been going crazy without doing anything?" 

"Oh, didn't say I haven't been doing anything," and then I motioned with my hand that age-old symbol for choking the chicken as we used to call it.

"Ah huh, and when was the last time you did that?" she asked me. I blushed; surprised the question would catch me off guard, embarrassing me.

"This morning, in the shower just before I came over here," I actually admitted, surprised that I did so, but also finding the admission somewhat titillating to confess.

"Oh really? So does that mean you're not in the mood to do anything then?" She asked teasingly. I reached over clasping her hand in mine, lowering it beneath the water, placing it against my rock-hard penis.

"What do you think?" I challenged.

"Well, I think we have A LOT of catching up to do!" She said winking at me, still massaging my cock.

We stood together for a very long time. Our touches were soft, playful, exploratory as we re-familiarized ourselves with one another, allowing ourselves to recapture those intimate times past with the simple tracing of a finger. I marveled at the supple softness of Kathryn's full breasts. Even in her sixty's, her tits were just as nice as they had been when I had kissed and played with them last. I'd forgotten how incredibly hard her nipples could become, and how thick and long they were when erect. Rolling them between my fingers, leaning over to alternately suck and lick them was yet another reminder of similar times spent with her so long ago. As our passions and desires began to build to the boiling point, I finally maneuvered her over to the side of the pool where she reached behind herself to balance, and thus presented her sweet tasting pussy to my yearning tongue. As the water lapped at us as we moved, I lapped at her pussy as she balanced herself, floating atop the water. She was just as sweet, just as juicy as I remembered. The thrill of licking and tonguing that incredible clit of hers was more than I could have hoped for, certainly now after all these years.

"My turn," she announced suddenly, breaking off my revelry of enjoyment and near lustful craze as I imagined in my mind, her younger self then, and her older self now. Almost as though I had managed to merge Katie along with Kathryn in the lust of my desires for them both. Reluctantly I released her, and she positioned me sitting on the edge of the pool where she could then stand before me in the water, expertly handling and delightfully sucking me into oblivion.

"I'm glad you decided to jerk off earlier," she told me between licks and sucks, half talking with my cock still sliding in and out of her mouth.

"Why's that?" I somehow managed to ask between intakes of breath.

"So we can enjoy this that much longer. I'd hate to make you cum too soon." "I'm not so sure about that," I responded, already feeling the churning need of my sperm boiling deep within my balls, already sending the telltale signs of shivering release and anticipation of another powerful and satisfying orgasm.

"Want me to stop then?" She said finally looking up into my eyes.

"Are you kidding?" I'm eighteen all over again.

Kathryn understood my meaning and immediately went back to pleasuring my cock with those velvet lips of hers. A few minutes later I filled her mouth with cum to overflowing. My prick softened only slightly, and she used it to lead me back into the house and upstairs to her bedroom. Kathryn and I spent the next several hours fucking in every position imaginable. It was as though we were trying to make up for lost time in an abstract sort of way. And yet, it was as though we'd never stopped fucking. All those years of absence between us seemed but a mere moment in time. Only the now, and the feelings of what we were experiencing together were what mattered. I lost track of the number of thrusts I'd made into her pussy. Likewise, Kathryn had cum so many times that she'd actually near fainted once or twice towards the end when my cock finally did give out, slipping from her sloppy wet pussy of its own accord, no longer able to maintain the hardness or length we'd both been enjoying. Only then did we cuddle up into one another's arms and finally begin to catch up as had initially been intended. It was nice laying there naked with her, holding her, being held and sharing all the trials and tribulations, the joys and the sorrows along the way as we began to catch one another up on what we'd been doing with our respective lives. 

I got home well after midnight. Exhausted as I was, it still took me along time to finally fall asleep. There was so much to think about and remember. A myriad of sensations still coursed through my mind as well as my body as I relived every touch, remembered every heartfelt moan and groan of the afternoon together.

I had also learned that Kathy was still married, she had had twin girls and had named them Shelly and Kelly. Obviously they were around David's age give or take a year and I smiled inwardly, especially as Kathryn had told me that though Kathy had been unable to come in time enough to attend the funeral, that she and the twins would be arriving the following weekend for an already previously scheduled vacation and visit with her mother. Kathryn had in fact called Kathy the night previously, telling her of her intention to invite me over to the house. Kathy had kidded her mother about it, betting her that we'd end up in bed together that very evening. I'd asked her if she was going to admit to Kathy that we had. Kathryn flashed me that seductive little smile of hers and said only that Kathy would know without needing to tell her so. Somehow I knew she was right. Even so, I found myself a little nervous at seeing Kathy again, even though she was married and in all likelihood not interested in taking up where we'd left off. It never the less gave me pause for curious consideration.

Though I had slept in with the hope of avoiding any interrogations from David I should have known better. At first I thought I was going to get away with it as he poured me a cup of coffee, freshened his, and picked up the newspaper. Then, from behind a wall of newsprint I heard him asking me.

"So, was it as good as you remembered it?" 

Only then did he lower the paper enough so as to peer over the top of it looking at me, waiting for an answer.

"Oh yes," I sighed in a long drawn out way of responding to him. Even better than I remembered it ever was." I got a slight kick out of the surprised look on his face that I'd actually admitted it to him. "And get this. You remember me telling you about her daughter Kathy? Well she's coming in this next weekend!"

"You're kidding!" David exclaimed honestly. 

"Whoa sport. In the first place, she's married. And in the second place, it's been over twenty years since I last saw her."

"That didn't seem to stop you and Kathryn." 

"That's different," I offered up lamely. And then in an attempt to change the subject slightly, I added. "Besides, she's bringing her two daughters along with her. Twins, about your age." I had thrown that at him, smiling as I noticed the sudden interest on his face.

"And?" he pushed.

"And, that's about all I know. Though I did promise to introduce you to them when they arrive on Saturday. We've been invited over for a barbeque and a swim." 




Mrs. Steel - The Return



That seemed to deflect any more curious questions on his part regarding Kathy or Kathryn, which was what I'd wanted to accomplish in the first place. But what I hadn't counted on was the sudden inexplicable pang of jealousy I was suddenly feeling. As close as we were, this had been a very intimate and private side of my life I really hadn't shared with anyone. And even though I wasn't worried about history actually repeating itself, especially under these circumstances, somehow the thought of David getting involved with either Shelly or Kelly was somehow disconcerting to me.

David and I spent the remainder of the day going through a lot of my parent's things. Even a few things of dad's that mom had saved for whatever reason. I'd mentioned to Kathryn that time permitting; I may or may not drop by later on that evening for a drink. We'd neither talked nor committed to anything between us. And somehow I knew and respected that that was the way she wanted it. I wasn't even sure that included having sex together again, even after that first day. So it was, that I was already prepared in my mind to be met at the door with no more than a promise of a second drink. That thought evaporated the moment I got to her door. There must have been a hundred or more candles all softly burning leading a trail from the doorway, down the hall and to what I could only surmise as leading up the stairs towards the bedroom. Letting myself in I quietly began to follow the trail she'd left me. I'd almost forgotten the room in the attic. The candles continued on up those stairs, and a flickering of candlelight could be seen emanating from somewhere up above. Only then did I finally call out to her.

"Kathryn? You up here?" I asked somewhat stupidly. I could hear music playing softly in the background, and though candlelight provided me some means to see into the room, it was still dark enough that I couldn't make things out clearly. I was able to make out that enormous over sized bed. And quite frankly, I was surprised to discover that this special little room still even existed.

"Take off your clothes, put on the blind fold, and crawl into bed," I heard her tell me from some dark corner of the room where I couldn't see her.

"Hmmmm, just like old times," I replied as I hurriedly began taking my clothes off.

"Almost," she replied. "And no peeking once you put on the blind fold either!"

I did what I was told of course, and seconds later sensed her presence a fraction or so before she actually crawled into the bed. In the next instant, I felt my hands being handcuffed to it, and likewise a pair of restraints fastened about my ankles, effectively placing me in a vulnerable, spread-eagled position. I was already excited beyond reason and felt my cock lurch, twitching with eager anticipation.

"I hope you told David you'd be home late, if at all," she added. "You've got a long night ahead of you. A very long night."

I felt my cock harden even more fully if that was possible, just as the first feathery touch of her tongue began to slither up and down my shaft. Kathryn had a certain technique when it came to sucking cock. I don't think I've ever met a woman who did it quite the way she did. Those first initial licks and tongue strokes were so light and yet seemed to go on forever. She would start at the base of my cock and slowly, very slowly work her way up my shaft to the tip of my prick. The thing was, she took an awfully long time doing it, almost too long sometimes which made it maddening. But I think that was the whole point. And then, just when she'd linger a moment or two on the sensitive tip, she'd start on her way back down with this feathery, hardly touching tongue caress that let you know what she was doing, but made you actually have to concentrate on feeling it. It was crazy.

I'm sure because I was concentrating so hard that the sudden sensation of a really wet, soft pussy suddenly descending down over my mouth didn't register at first. I dove into it with my own tongue devouring the succulent and abundant juices that awaited me before it dawned on me that my cock was still slowly being licked.

"Kathryn?" I questioned. Though it sounded more like "Kaathwin" as I still had my tongue in somebody's cunt.

The moan from the woman who was sitting on my face was a dead give away. Even after all these years.

"Kathy?"

"You always did eat pussy better than anyone I ever met, and that includes one or two women I've known." 

Only then did Kathryn quit licking me long enough to speak.

"Guess you might as well remove his blindfold Kathy. I think he's figured out our little surprise."

"Don't stop now!" Kathy said from above me. "You keep doing what you were doing...and I'll try to explain."

Between pauses for a few moans and groans, as my tongue continued to explore that exquisite little clit of hers, Kathy told me how she had booked an earlier flight in order to have a couple of days before the twins arrived. They were still coming on the day scheduled, but as Kathryn had already told her everything we'd done so far, it had gotten her so horny that she wanted to arrange to get here early and enjoy some serious catching up her self.

I still had a mouthful of questions I wanted to ask. But at the moment, I had a mouthful of something else that seemed far more important. In addition to that, Kathryn was finally getting serious with my cock, and those light little licks and nips were becoming considerably more intense. She had removed my blindfold however, and I was more than a little surprised to see that Kathy had hardly changed at all since I had last seen her. She was certainly more mature looking. A natural phenomenon considering all these years, but aside from a few added pounds that merely filled out all those natural curves, Kathy had changed far less than I would have otherwise expected. Even her hair was the same color and length as I remembered it as it draped over her large full breasts in a peek-a-boo fashion. 

"You gotta undo these!" I pleaded, straining on the handcuffs that still bound me. " I gotta do some touching here!"

Kathy laughed, but thankfully reached over and triggered the catch that released the cuffs. Having my ankles still secured wasn't important. And besides, I liked having my legs spread so obscenely wide anyway, especially with the incredible blowjob that I was still getting from Kathryn. Reaching up, I swept away Kathy's long hair so I could get a much better glimpse of those enormous tits, but even more importantly, add the enjoyment of getting to play with those fat thick nipples of hers. I recaptured her clit with my lips and began to suck it with a nice soft, yet firm pull that I knew used to drive her crazy. It still did too. Kathy began thrashing and mashing herself against me exactly the way I remembered she'd done before. I think once or twice she'd nearly suffocated me before she'd cum. But I always remembered thinking afterwards that I would have gladly died like that anyway.

Kathryn finally moved up onto the bed and I felt it as she repositioned herself facing me and slowly slid down upon me. I was so fired up that I nearly lost it. The feel of that velvety wet cunt sliding down my prick was almost more than I could handle. I actually had to concentrate, almost biting Kathy's clit off in the process as I fought against the urge to release a torrent of semen inside that gushing pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kathryn moaned outwardly as she slithered down atop me. And then with three quick rapid up and down thrusts, she screamed:

"Fuck...fuck...fuck!" 

She had cum that fast! She held herself against me, moving only slightly in a circular motion as she continued to climax. I could feel her pussy quivering as well as feel the sudden increase of pussy juice escaping her cunt, running down to soak my balls before pouring down onto the bed.

"Wow mom. You really are horny aren't you?" Kathy stated. And it was evident by the huskiness of her voice that she wasn't that far away from experiencing her orgasm either.

Only a few moments passed before Kathryn settled in for a much longer, more relaxed paced ride. I knew by this that she could coax a second orgasm just about anytime she wanted too. She'd done it before. Kathryn could keep her cunt at such an intense level of pleasure that she could by the simple adjustment of speed or depth of penetration, invoke a second, third and even forth climax almost at will.

My hands had been caressing and kneading Kathy's breasts, but as I gazed up to look at her, I watched and felt as Kathryn's hands covered my own over her daughters tits and began to help me tease and play with them. That seemed to trigger Kathy's orgasm, as in the next instant I was struggling for air as a cascade of cunt juice suddenly filled my mouth and threatened to drown me.

I had gone from sucking cunt to simply flicking her clit with my tongue in a desperate attempt to breathe as well as bring her pleasure and tumble her over that edge of ecstasy and delight. I had also replaced my hands on her firm tight ass, lifting it slightly to help accommodate the change in technique, and was rewarded with the sound of hearing her squeal out rapturously, cries that turned into pure ecstasy as my tongue thrust deeper and faster into that velveteen quim.

I hadn't even felt that first powerful spurt of jisim from my cock exploding inside Kathryn's cunt until the second one was well on the way. From below, I gripped Kathy's ass in what had to have been a near bruising clench, thrusting upward into Kathryn with all the force I could muster. I felt that second sweet ejaculate envelop her womb, and then Kathryn pressed down against me with equal force, allowing her second orgasm of the night to meet and mingle with mine in a plethora of sensations that overwhelmed us all.

At some point we'd all disentangled from one another. Kathy had repositioned herself on one side of me, and Kathryn on the other. I held them both, fingers and hands absently stroking and running softly up and down their bare flesh. None of us spoke a solitary word for a long time. It was as though I had never been away from either of them, or had even left this room. I realized how much I missed Katie's not being with us however, and felt a pang of sorrow over that until the delicate touch of Kathy's hand beginning to toy with my now flaccid member brought me back to the moment. 

"Well? So did you like the little surprise we cooked up for you?" Kathy asked.

"Are you kidding? It couldn't have been more perfect!" Even then I thought of Katie and smiled. In a way, in my mind at least she had been with us once again.

We took a break, fixing ourselves some refreshments and drinks. Lounging around naked on the bed with them was as natural and normal as it had ever been amongst us. Even with all the subtle little changes that age so rudely seems to do to a person, none of us seemed to see all those added little flaws, or if any of us did, it certainly wasn't of any importance.

With the initial lust somewhat satisfied for the moment, I took the time to begin to ask the questions that I had contemplated earlier. Kathy candidly told me that yes; she was still married, but hearing what Kathryn and I had already done however had fired up those long ago desires, and had her quickly booking an early flight than had been initially planned.

"So...I understand you have a son too," she said. "Is he anything like you were?" She asked teasingly, and once again began stroking my cock back to another nice erection.

"Now Kathy, behave yourself," Kathryn admonished her. "It's bad enough that we're all a little decadent, but I'm sure that Nick doesn't intend on his son being seduced the way he was."

I could only laugh at that, which I hoped was taken as a lighthearted kidding sort of agreement. Though somewhere deep inside, I was surprised to find myself hoping that David wouldn't become involved in any way shape or form with either Kathy or Kathryn. As silly as that sounded to me, I wanted them...me, to remain as we were. A part of a history made together, and once again being relived. Besides, even as open as David and I were, I wasn't sure I'd be able to face the prospect of his being directly involved in this aspect of my life.

Kathy told me all about her twins, and I relaxed a little. Just from the way she spoke of them to me indicated that she must have been dealing with the typical teenage trials and tribulations we'd all gone through. I did gather that she had no objections with the girls meeting and going out with David if in fact they even liked one another. But was somewhat relieved when she finished her story by adding the fact that one of the reasons she wanted to come up early was so that we could have this time together before they got here. As after that, especially because she was married, that things would need to be kept to a very private, and very confidential type of relationship whenever the girls were around. As for Kathryn and I, she didn't feel like we'd have to try and hide anything we did, though she did state that it would be tough seeing the two of us being openly flirtatious and naughty together whenever we wanted while she in turn would obviously have to behave herself.

I voiced my own concerns regarding David. Though I also admitted to them both that a few years back I had told David everything regarding our relationships together, so that he was fully aware of that aspect of our past, not to mention not being so naive as to think we weren't doing anything now. Though he did not yet know of Kathy's early arrival, and I indicated I had no intention of telling him anything further about us either.

We all seemed to have caught our second winds by this time, and as Kathy had been playfully fondling me anyway, I soon rolled over onto her and began to kiss her, teasingly sliding my now fully erect cock up and down the opening of her equally wet slit.

I felt Kathryn behind me as she knelt down beside us. We'd certainly never had many inhibitions in the past, and hadn't changed now either. Kathryn had already opened a tube of KY jelly, and placed a liberal amount of it at the opening of my ass. I'd not yet penetrated Kathy's cunt with my prick, enjoying too much the sensation of simply sliding up and down that slippery cunt-groove of hers. And, she was enjoying it just as much as I was. Nice and slow...no rush, just that fabulous tease and ever escalating desire.

In the next instant I felt her delicate finger toying and gently probing my ass. Simultaneously, she'd reached between us, clasping my cock, and began rubbing the head of it directly against Kathy's clit. As she masturbated her daughter's cunt with my cock, her finger began a slow in and out motion, lingering and pausing occasionally to tickle and caress my prostate. Needless to say, I was in heaven! 

Turning slightly so I could look in her direction, I enjoyed the view as I watched her tit's gently swaying back and forth as she continued fingering my ass with one hand and stroking my cock against Kathy's cunt with the other. Even Kathy opened her eyes to watch, reaching out to spread her pussy more fully with her fingers. At this moment Kathryn placed the head of my prick fully inside her daughters opening.

"Fuck it!" she ordered me. And I slid easily and fully inside her daughter's pussy in one swift motion.

"Oh...My...God!" Kathy hissed between three deep forceful plunges of my cock inside her. 

"That's it. Fuck her hard! Fast!" Kathryn ordered me.

As I pummeled that fiery sweet cunt of hers, Kathryn impaled me fully on her finger and kept it there, she drove it about as deeply as she could, simply massaging the inside of my ass with a slow rotating motion even as I slid in and out of her daughter nearly as fast as it was possible to do.

I was surprised at the intensity of my orgasm as it washed over me since it hadn't been that long ago that we'd all fully spent ourselves. Even so, I believe I emptied more cum inside Kathy's cunt than I had inside Kathryn's. I was a little embarrassed that I'd climaxed so quickly too. We'd only been fucking for a couple of minutes, but the intensity of the moment, and Kathryn's finger inside my ass had been simply too much. As I finally collapsed, rolling over and away from Kathy, I was going to attempt some kind of an apology when I finally caught my breath. There wasn't time however, because almost immediately I watched as Kathryn positioned herself between my legs and began another slow tantalizing tease of my prick.

To my surprise, Kathryn fingered herself, and even as I reached over to do it for her, she smiled and shook her head no.

"Just watch...enjoy," she said. So I did.

There's something particularly erotic about sitting there watching a woman masturbate, especially when she's busy sucking your cock. Seeing her fingers disappearing in and out of her cunt, stopping to circularly tease and slide against her clitoris was amazing. In seconds I was as hard as a rock again.

"Shit Nicky, I don't think you had this many erections when you were eighteen!" I heard Kathy exclaim as she looked over her mother towards me. 

Kathryn raised up off the bed then just slightly.

"Well, in that case, I think now I'm ready for you. And with luck, you're going to last a long time this time. A really long time."

"Well I'm not!" Kathy added. And even as I slid into Kathryn's cunt from behind, I heard Kathy embark on yet another very satisfying climax as she now worked her own pussy with her fingers.

Such as it was I never did manage another orgasm myself. But at least I remained hard enough to ensure that Kathryn enjoyed one of her famous triples that she was known for.

Afterwards, Kathy fell asleep long before Kathryn and I did, and that is how we all found ourselves in the morning, well after sun up, and long past my expected return home.

I expected to be hit with a barrage of questions from David when I finally did arrive, but he must have decided to sleep in himself. I made my way to the bedroom and collapsed into my bed, exhausted, and in serious need of sleep. I'm not sure how long I'd been sleeping when somewhere between dreaming and hovering on the edge of waking that I heard the phone ring. Nor did I know the period of time between that and the sudden knocking on my bedroom door. David peeked his head into my room, calling out to me however, forcing me to more fully wake.

"Hey old man, you gonna sleep away the entire afternoon?"

"What time is it?" I asked in response.

"Nearly two. Oh, and by the way, Kathryn called, she invited us both over for a late lunch and a swim in their pool. So come on dad, get up and get dressed."

We'd already talked about getting together, and I felt fairly confident that after the wild night we'd all shared together that they wouldn't be in any better shape than I was. So the deluded fear of any hanky-panky going on this afternoon or this evening was fairly remote. Not that I was actually concerned Kathryn or Kathy would say or do anything while David was there, but I was still harboring these weird feelings about David becoming too familiar with my past.

By the time we arrived, Kathryn and Kathy were already setting things up for lunch out on the patio. Kathryn was wearing a swimsuit similar to the one she'd worn the other day. Kathy on the other hand was wearing a white French cut bikini that did little if anything to conceal her luscious looking body. Even her very dark nipples seemed to strain against the material of the top she wore and revealed themselves a good deal more than I would have preferred under the circumstances. David didn't appear to notice them, though I'm sure if he did, he didn't let on. I noticed them however and shot Kathy a look that I hoped conveyed my concern over her appearance. All she did was wink at me and smile, which did little if anything to allay my fears.




Mrs. Steel - The Return



We enjoyed a light lunch with casual, friendly conversation as Kathryn and Kathy made every effort to make David comfortable. Though not normally shy, it sometimes did take David a while to warm up to strangers. To my surprise however, he seemed to hit things off with them both in no time at all.

Kathy was busy telling him about the twins, and was sharing a cold beer with him when Kathryn signaled me to come join her in the pool. Though hesitant to leave the two of them alone to their probing conversation, I soon joined Kathryn and began to relax a little more as we swam in the pool together.

"Looks like the two of them are hitting it off pretty good," Kathryn commented. 

I took a quick glance in their direction and saw Kathy toss her head back laughing at some remark David must have made. Her full breasts seemed to heave upwards at the same time, and I couldn't fail to notice even at this distance the hardness of those nipples as they continued pressing against the material of her bikini.

"Nicky, don't worry about your son. Kathy's just trying to get to know him a little better. I'm sure she doesn't have any designs on doing anything with him."

I felt a little embarrassed that she was able to read my mind so easily. And quickly dove into the water as though to show that I was thinking no such thing. As I swam beneath the water towards her however, I watched as she rolled her suit down off her shoulders revealing her breasts to me beneath the water. Almost immediately I surfaced and spit out a mouth full of water.

Kathryn was laughing, but I also noticed she was already putting her suit back into place.

"I thought that might get your attention. Now, loosen up a little and quit being so paranoid. Neither Kathy or I have any intention of seducing David."

I made some effort to laugh off her comment. "It's not the two of you I'm worried about. It's David deciding to try seducing the two of you."

"Ah, like father like son then huh? Well I guess there's some truth in that I suppose, if he's anything like his father, I guess I'd better warn Kathy to keep her guard up a little."

I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or actually being serious.

"I wouldn't worry about it though," Kathryn continued. "The twins will be here tomorrow, and once David sees the two of them, the last thing on his mind will be either one of us."

For some reason, that didn't make me feel any better either. Nor was the sudden touch of Kathryn's hand on my crotch as she fumbled around with my very soft limp dick. Once again I turned in an attempt to dislodge her groping of me, and saw that David and Kathy had cleared away the dishes from lunch and were already carting them away back into the house.

"Relax Nicky, I remember a time a few years back when you enjoyed this dangerous type of excitement. Don't tell me you've mellowed in your old age! I'd be sorely disappointed in you if you have."

Once again Kathryn brought me back to reality, the feel of her hand stroking me to hardness soon overcame my inhibitions and fears.

"I guess I am being silly aren't I?" Though I stole another quick glance towards the house to ensure we weren't being watched.

Kathryn pulled my swim trunks down so she could more easily play and fondle my now rock hard cock. Situated at the side of the pool as we were, I also knew that it was virtually impossible to see anything from the house even if anyone was looking.

"Kathy's taking David on a quick tour of the house. We discussed this before the two of you even came over. I thought it might be fun, and give you and I a chance to mess around a little bit. Unless you're not interested of course."

In response, I leaned over and kissed her, pulling the top of her suit down in the process so I could also lick and kiss her nipples. 

"Hmm," Kathryn sighed. "I guess you are interested after all! And don't worry; we've got plenty of time. Kathy's going to show David the billiard table and challenge him to a game, that should give you and I plenty of time to enjoy ourselves!"

Kathryn pulled off the rest of her suit as I quickly struggled out of mine, letting it float away. We came together by the edge of the pool, still well out of sight of the house, and I quickly entered her from in front as she straddled my waist and allowed the buoyancy of the water to support her. We'd fucked in the pool before of course, but that old naughty sensation of doing so again with the possibility of being discovered merely fanned the flames of desire and passion that I so thoroughly enjoyed.

"Oh yes. Fuck me David...fuck me!"

I stopped, staring into her face.

"I was just kidding Nicky. I knew that would get a rise out of you."

But truthfully, for a moment there I had to wonder. Only when Kathryn began to rock against me and slide that wet clasping pussy over the shaft of my cock did I relax and begin to enjoy our coupling out in the pool.

I'll admit, that secret quick little pool fuck did a lot to lift my spirits and calm my nerves. Kathryn then suggested that David and I stay on for dinner later that evening, though remarking that she would need to head into town briefly to pick up a few things. At her suggestion she asked David to tag along with her, leaving Kathy and I alone at the house. I knew with the twins arriving the next day that Kathy had every intention of taking advantage of whatever time we had whenever we were left alone. And so it was that I was delighted when David agreed to go along with Kathryn into town. Kathy licked her lips suggestively, winking at me.

"We'll probably be gone a couple of hours. I also want to stop and pick up a few bottles of wine for later."

Kathryn had mentioned earlier about our sitting out in the hot tub later that evening after it had cooled down. The thought of relaxing in the tub with a glass of wine sounded perfect and I actually found myself looking forward to it. 

Kathryn and David had barely exited the drive onto the main highway when Kathy was leading me by the hand towards the upstairs bedroom.

"Mom gave us a while to enjoy ourselves," Kathy grinned. "And I intend on having you perform one of those marathon pussy eating sessions while we still have the chance to do so," she said in no uncertain terms. 

"Ah oh. A lock jaw session," I quipped back.

"It'll be worth it," she promised. "It's been a while since I've given you one of my first class blowjobs too."

As promised, Kathryn and David were gone just over two hours. I'd managed to clit-lick Kathy's cunt to three very intense, very pleasurable orgasms. She was one of the few women I'd ever known whose pussy literally seemed to flood with pussy juice when she came, and it was as sweet as it always was. Just sucking and nipping her clitoris, which was also a rather large and pronounced one, made the whole experience that much more erotic and enjoyable anyway.

She had in turn given me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received in my life. Though I never asked, and never bothered to question it, she started out very similarly to the way her mother did it. Though Kathryn could be excruciatingly slow in the initial teasing stage. Kathy on the other hand worked me up rather quickly, but then used a different tormenting approach, bringing you just to the brink of orgasm before slowing and starting over at the beginning. Twice I thought she was going to allow me to finally cum in her mouth. But she'd stopped at the very last moment, squeezed me, thus stemming off the inevitable eruption, and finally when the feeling had passed safely, would begin that slow teasing feather lick process until a minute later she was deep-throating me with a wild frenzied abandonment. 

We'd barely managed to dress and make ourselves presentable when I heard the car pulling up into the drive. Kathy and I went out to see if we could help bring in the groceries, and David handed me one sack while giving me an amusing smile.

"What?" I asked looking at him.

"You owe me for this one dad," he stated. "But I do like Kathy a lot better than any of those other women you've been seeing."

I was about to remind him that Kathy was married, but that thought suddenly stuck in my throat as I realized how it would have sounded coming from me in the first place, so I chose instead to remain silent. Even so as David closed the trunk lid after grabbing the last grocery sack he got in the last word anyway. 

"She does have great looking tits doesn't she?"

I followed silently behind him on into the house, biting my tongue all the way. Regardless of whatever else happened, it was certainly going to be an interesting evening. Obviously I hadn't given David enough credit, or perhaps I didn't know my son half as well as I thought I did.

Dinner went smoothly with simple conversation and I was once again beginning to relax. We'd had several glasses of wine, so I was also feeling a little giddy on top of everything else. When David inquired about sitting out in the hot tub, I didn't think much of it. Everyone thought that was a great idea, so we grabbed a fresh bottle of wine and headed outside to the cabana. 

"I need to go upstairs and put on my swim trunks," I announced, realizing that no one else had headed upstairs to change first.

"Oh, sorry Nicky. I guess I forgot to tell you," Kathryn began. "But we don't wear suits in the tub. All that soap and chemicals trapped inside them clogs up the filters."

I shot Kathryn a disbelieving look. Had she forgotten that David was with us? Kathy had already reached the door of the cabana with David close behind. That gave me a chance to turn to her and ask what she was doing. But she headed me off.

"Don't worry about it. It's dark inside the tub area unless we turn the lights on. And we won't if you're that worried about it. But it's not like David's not seen a naked woman before, and nothings going to happen. We're just going to sit, relax, drink some wine and have a pleasant evening. So quit being such a stick in the mud."

I guess my mouth was hanging open, and I closed it before uttering a single word. Perhaps I really was being silly about all this. Kathryn was right, David wasn't a young kid anymore, and certainly not innocent. Sitting in the tub naked with two mature looking women wasn't going to turn him into a sex crazed animal. At least I hoped it wouldn't.

By the time we entered the tub area, Kathy had already slipped off her shift and settled down into the tub. David was just finishing undressing, and seemed a little hesitant at first as he finally removed his clothing before climbing down into the water. I noticed as he did so that he purposely chose a safe seat, a respectable distance away from where Kathy was sitting.

Kathy had turned on the under water lighting, but it was subdued, allowing just enough light to barely see by. As Kathryn pulled off her summer dress, I noticed that David averted his eyes so that he wasn't staring at her as she took it off. She then entered the tub and David continued to focus his attention away from her as she did. I quickly joined them, settling down in the water between the two women who were occupying two of the corner seats with David sitting across from us on the other side.

Kathy had already begun pouring us each a glass of wine into plastic wine glasses that they kept in a sideboard next to the tub. She handed one of the glasses to David and we both saw the emergence of her breasts lift out of the water as she reached over to hand it to him. David took the proffered glass of wine and looked away almost immediately. I actually smiled. He was doing his level best to not stare at either one of them, and I found this suddenly amusing. Kathryn offered up a simple toast at that point, and we clinked our plastic glasses together, settling back to enjoy the soothing massage that the water jets were affording us.

Kathryn began asking David what his plans for the future were, and as he responded to her and seemed to relax and answer her questions, I was caught totally unprepared as Kathryn's hand suddenly sought me out beneath the swirling water. She continued on with her light banter, all the while stroking my rapidly hardening penis. On the one hand, I was a little alarmed at what she was doing with David sitting there across from us. On the other, I was also beginning to warm to that naughty side of my self that enjoyed the excitement of a little danger and wildness that I so thoroughly enjoyed.

A few minutes later, Kathy slid over a little closer to me, effectively sandwiching me between the two women. I felt her hand search me out, and for a moment, both women seemed to stumble over who was doing what to me beneath the water. All I could do was sit there and smile, pretending that nothing was going on, listening to David and Kathryn carry on their conversation.

We finally polished off the second bottle of wine and decided to go ahead and open the third. We'd left it inside the house however, so it was obvious that someone was going to have to get out and go get it. I was certainly in no condition to do so, and as David didn't readily offer to get out, I wondered briefly if he was experiencing the same dilemma I was.

Kathy made the decision for us both as she stood up and announced she'd go get the wine. She'd taken one step and seemed to slip, stumbling as she did. David had no choice but to reach out and catch her before she landed on top of him. As she fell, I noticed her breasts land fully upside David's head and he collapsed in a heap beneath her as they both slid further into the middle of the tub.

Kathryn was laughing, as was Kathy and then David re-emerged, laughing too.

"Maybe you've already had enough wine," Kathryn stated, still giggling. 

David's face was crimson with obvious embarrassment. 

"Maybe you'd better send David to get it instead," she added.

"Oh, I don't think David would feel very comfortable at the moment. Not that I meant to hurt him or anything, but I might have accidentally injured his private parts. Are you OK David?" Kathy asked turning back towards him.

If anything, David's face had turned an even brighter shade of red.

"Oh...no, I'm fine," he managed to stammer out. "And I'll go get that wine."

In a flash, David turned, stood up and literally bolted from the tub. All anyone saw was his backside as he dashed from the room where the tub was, back out into the dressing area of the cabana.

I glanced over in Kathy's direction with a questioning look.

"Honestly, I didn't mean to do that," she said looking at me coquettishly. "But I will say, David's certainly built like his father!"

Kathryn didn't comment on her daughter's remark, but she did give her the same look that I had, which asked: "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Maybe I better go see how he's doing," Kathy stated, and climbed out of the tub, grabbing one of the robes hanging on a nearby hook, along with an extra one for David.

"I'll be right back," she said.

Kathryn had already reached over grabbing my arm, and I took the gesture as one in which to sit still and not say anything. She waited until Kathy had left.

"Kathryn?" I asked looking at her.

"I don't know Nicky. I think she's just teasing him, and you a little is all. I don't know if she really did trip or not. But either way, lets not make a big deal out of it. If I think its necessary, I'll have a word with her later if things start to get out of hand. But lets face it, we're all feeling a little frisky, and the wine's certainly having its effect on us all. Besides, even if the two of them do, do something, .are you going to sit here and tell me that you disapprove of that sort of thing?"

Kathryn had me there and she knew it. I was about to remind her that David was my son and that it felt a little weird with his being here and seeing the three of us flirting and playing around right beneath his nose. And then the reality of that particular thought struck home when it dawned on me, Kathy was her daughter after all.

"Nicky, no one is going to do anything with anyone if any of us is uncomfortable. And that certainly includes David. But, you'd better be prepared in your own frame of mind that if the two of them do find one another attractive enough to want to fool around a little bit, that it is after all...tit for tat."

"Yes, but its her tit, and his tat that worries me."

Kathryn put a stop to our discussion at that moment by swinging herself over onto me. With one swift move, she'd suddenly placed herself into my lap, capturing my cock with one easy downward lunge.

"Shut up and fuck me," she ordered. "Unless of course you still want to be sitting here like this when they do come back!"

We'd barely had time to get into a nice rhythmic fucking when the sound of their return reached our ears.

"Damn!" I said, reaching around, grabbing Kathryn's ass to lift her off and away from me. 

She struggled briefly as though determined to stay right where she was until the door to the cabana actually opened. Only then did she slide off and once again position herself sitting beside me with a really wicked looking grin on her face.

At that moment Kathy entered the enclosure.

"Sorry, I tried to give you as much time as I could, but..."

She never finished her statement as David came in behind her a moment later, now wearing the robe Kathy had chased after him with and carrying the wine bottle. She was naked however, not bothering to have brought hers back with her. She climbed down into the tub, and accepted the bottle of wine back from David.

As David disrobed, I realized that I'd never been in a position in recent years to see David in the nude. As he let the robe fall from his shoulders and quickly moved to re-enter the tub, I saw that though he wasn't sporting a full-on hardon, he was in that in-between state that indicated he was aroused without being obvious about it. I also noticed that Kathryn and Kathy were looking at him as he stepped down into the water and sat down. 

"Oh my," Kathryn said aloud. And it was quite obvious what she was referring to.

"You and David do share several attributes together don't you?"

I was surprised to see David smile, still blushing, but not nearly so much as he'd done earlier. Instead of sliding back over to sit by me, Kathy scooted over closer to David under the guise of filling his wine glass. Once she'd done so however, she remained where she was. David looked at me with what could only be described as a wild-eyed look on his face.

"Enjoy yourselves," I heard myself suddenly saying. "What the hell, I was your age once!"

"It's about time!" Kathy quipped, and then she leaned over to kiss David very hard and very passionately. 

I watched them for only a second before Kathryn simply moved back over in front of me, climbing back up into my lap once again. We took up where we'd left off, and in moments, the sounds of similar activity taking place across from us reached my ears.

The lighting was subdued enough to keep us all feeling relatively comfortable with the obviousness of what was happening. Even with this however, it was hard not to become even more aroused and excited as Kathy's signature moans and groans began to permeate the atmosphere. She was at least having a really good time. I hadn't intended nor meant for anything to become competitive. But before I knew it, I was striving to bring Kathryn to the same level of intensity that David was obviously bringing Kathy towards.

When the auto-cycle of the whirlpool jets stopped, no one made any effort or attempt to turn them back on. By this time we were all making our own unique little whirlpool waves anyway. The feel of Kathryn's wonderfully wet cunt was making it very difficult for me to continue to hold out. And she wasn't helping much either. The lusty excitement seemed to have placed us all under some kind of spell, as she was becoming more and more vocal than I'd ever heard her before.




Mrs. Steel - The Return



"Oh Nicky! Fuck me with that big fat cock of yours!" she yelled excitedly.

Not only was my cock being nicely stroked, but suddenly so was my ego. Knowing full well that with the silence of the jets shutting off, that nearly everything that was being said or felt was being heard, I knew that Kathryn's comment hadn't gone un-noticed.

And then the competition really began.

"Fuck me David!" Kathy said aloud now. "Fuck me as hard as you're father's fucking my mother!" she screamed.

I heard David's panting grunts suddenly added to the fray of indescribable passion of sound and eroticism we were all feeling and experiencing together. The sound of the slapping water against Kathryn's ass as I drove into her simply compounded the unbelievable sensations I was enjoying as I slid in and out of her pussy. Kathryn was no longer able to utter coherent phrases, and had simply moved on to one-word sentences, punctuating each and every thrust of my cock as I slid in and out of her.

"Ah...fuck. Oh...fuck. Cock...fuck. Cunt...fuck. Oh cunt...fuck cunt...fuck me!" she kept repeating over and over every time I thrust upward inside of her.

Kathy on the other hand was more of a long drawn out type of groaner, moaner when she was really feeling it. And her added wails of delight and ecstasy were certainly being felt and uninhibitedly expressed as well.

"Ohhh, Ahhh, Mmmm, Ahhh, Fuck yesss!" she said, adding to the symphony of lusty sounds and dirty words now being shouted in the revelry of passion and heightened desire as we all climbed up towards that peak of orgasm that each one of us would soon be jumping off of.

No longer able to contain it, nor control my inevitable release, I slammed into Kathryn one more time as fully and as deeply as was possible to do and felt the first magnificent release of my cum explode inside her. As I expected, Kathryn had been waiting for that and met me at the apex of the first powerful spurt inside her cunt. She tensed, digging her nails into my shoulders and came with me. I felt her cunt expand, and then erupt with a sudden forcefulness that sent a river of her female fluids cascading over and around my cock. Even in the water, the subtle difference of her pearly female ejaculate was clearly felt and easily distinguishable. She slid even more easily up and down my cock, milking it, and emptying herself upon me.

Across the way, Kathy had gone into the throes of her own orgasm. It was the sudden silence that told me so, as she was prone to almost hold her breath, sucking the force of her pleasure in until it would explode with one massive ear splitting scream of pure unadulterated pleasure. When it came, I was prepared for it, but obviously David hadn't been, and I think it took him by surprise.

When Kathy erupted, and that high pitched yell of hers split the air, I almost burst out laughing as did Kathryn as we both heard David's sad effort to speak silently to himself though he obviously failed to do so.

"Holly fuckin shit!" he exclaimed, obviously startled by the onslaught as Kathy continued to wail loudly while continuing to thrash equally as wildly against him.

Kathryn had slid off me by this time and cozy'ed herself next to me obviously well satisfied. Kathy too finally collapsed and merely slumped against David still sitting in his lap.

"Oh my," she finally managed to breath. "That was good, really, really good!"

I couldn't help but notice the look of bewilderment in my son's eyes however. Obviously all this had been well beyond anything he could have ever imagined before. But he took us all by surprise when he sat back, and laughed.

"Shit dad! No wonder you were excited about moving back here!" he stated finally.

Kathryn looked at me. "So, you didn't say anything about moving back here. Are you?"

I nodded my head yes. "I wasn't sure at first, but I am now," I admitted finally. "I wanted to make sure that David was OK with it."

"Oh, I'm OK with it!" he said grinning. "Definitely OK with it!"

"You know," Kathy said interrupting. "He's the only one who hasn't cum yet. Mom? Would you like to do the honors? I could really use a breather."

I saw the shy look of discomfort on my son's face as Kathy revealed the truth of their coupling.

"Nicky? Lets leave the two of them alone for a few shall we? Besides, I'd like to have a nice little session with that tongue of yours. And I'd much rather do that in a bed."

Kathy stood up, extending out her hand to me. I took it, stood up, aware that I was still somewhat erect, but uncaring that I was now as exposed to my son as he'd been to me earlier.

"See you two in a while," Kathy stated as we exited the hot tub. 

I glanced back briefly just before leaving the room. Kathryn had already positioned David on the edge of the tub and was about to treat him to one of her world famous slow teasing blowjobs.

My own cock twitched with renewed interest, and I quickly caught up to Kathy as she ran across the yard towards the house.

It was very late by the time I managed to crawl home. I had no clue where David was or what he was doing. But I did know one thing; he was in very good hands. As exhausted as I was, I still lay in bed unable to sleep for a time, recalling and reliving all the times and experiences I'd once had and enjoyed at David's age. I'm sure that any number of people would have found what we'd just done and experienced together appalling. But as I lay in bed, I could only look back with fondness for the experiences I'd enjoyed then, and looked forward even more to enjoying now. I seriously doubted there would be a repeat performance of this evening. Especially as Kathy's twin daughters would be arriving in the afternoon. But I certainly wouldn't balk at anything else happening if the opportunity proved itself either. With those thoughts running around in my mind, I fell into a very deep and peaceful sleep.

David was already up and about long before I was able to. I'd half expected him to sleep in, or at the very least try and distance himself from me especially after everything that had happened. To my surprise however, he was excited, enthusiastic, and had obviously been busy all morning long doing some packing and cleaning that we'd for obvious reasons put off doing.

As I entered the kitchen, David met me, handing me a cup of freshly brewed coffee before pouring one for himself. Just the way he was acting reminded me of myself all those many years ago, and the enthusiastic way I remembered approaching the new day after my initial experience with Mrs. Steel.

We didn't even need to discuss the evening, smiles and grins all around conveyed as much without so many words being spoken. In truth, neither one of us could keep from smiling. Together, we tackled the balance of the unfinished chores we had ahead of us and then headed off for dinner and a movie together.

Though we'd been invited over that same evening to meet Kathy's girls, David and I had already discussed and agreed that we'd allow them that first day together to visit without having a couple of strangers dropped on them. We had also agreed however to come over on Sunday afternoon where we'd all pile into the Kathryn's motor home for a drive on up to the lake. I wasn't exactly sure of the sleeping arrangements having not seen the inside of the motor home, but Kathryn had already assured me that there was plenty of room for everyone, and that it would be a great way to spend the evening up in the mountains and really enjoy the fresh air and beautiful scenery.

Already I was wondering if there would be any further chance of enjoying some other kind of scenery, and knowing full well how careful and cautious we would all have to be, as I certainly didn't want Kathy's daughters reporting anything back to her husband that would cause her grief.

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It was less than a two-hour drive to the lake, and would give us all plenty of time to get to know one another better. So the initial introductions were brief after David and I arrived and finally met the twins.

Though the girls were certainly identical twins, it was also just as obvious that they had opted to make themselves just enough different to keep from being confused. Kathy explained that though the girls enjoyed being twins, their personality and independent natures were as different as night and day. The thing that immediately struck me about Kelly was how she looked so much like the way her mother did when she was her age. Even now she wore her long hair in the same style and way that her mother did. She seemed to have the same mannerisms her mother did, though she was also far less vocal when compared to her sisters much bolder and more outgoing nature. Shelly had styled her own hair considerably shorter, and I surmised that of the two, she was or had been the tomboy and in all likelihood had caused her mother more pain and anguish growing up than her sister did. 

The girls were certainly built similarly to Kathy as well as Kathryn in another way too. I guess that large breasts seemed to run in the family, and both girls were generously endowed, though once again Kelly dressed in such a way as to tone down her endowments, whereas Shelly dressed in a tight low cut tank top without bra that clearly showed her self confidence and lack of concern for what anyone might think one way or the other.

David had certainly noticed the obvious as well, but I was glad that he didn't seem to fawn all over either one of them like a dog in heat. I was also equally glad that the three of them seemed to hit it off together the moment they'd met. We finished packing up the motor home for our little adventure, and then hit the road. I sat up front with Kathryn to keep her company, and Kathy, David and the twins sat around the kitchen table playing cards and getting to know one another better on the drive up.

"Seems like the kids like one another well enough," I said. "Glad for that, I was worried that maybe they wouldn't like David after they met him, or that it could cause problems because there's only one of him and two of them!"

Kathryn glanced my way and smiled. "Don't know why you should have worried about that. I know my grand-daughters, they certainly have their differences, but they've always been really good at sharing their toys."

Once again Kathryn looked at me and laughed openly. "I didn't mean anything by that. Actually, the girls have never had problems when it came to having boyfriends, or trying to steal them from one another or anything like that. They each have their different tastes in men, so it's never caused either one of them problems."

Kathryn looked back towards the kitchen area to make sure everyone up there was entertaining themselves. I watched as she casually drew the tee shirt she was wearing up over her breasts revealing them to me. With one hand on the wheel, she fingered her nipples until they stood erect and inviting.

Situated as we were, the driver and passengers seating was somewhat below and partially covered by the upper bed over the cab of the motor home. Unless someone stood up and walked forward into the compartment, it would be virtually impossible to see what was going on. In addition to that, the normal noise of the motor home cut down conversation to a dull buzzing sound unless you clearly spoke up. That way our conversation remained private so long as we kept our voices down.

"Take it out and play with it for me. I want to watch you masturbate," she said. "Besides, it will really help pass the time until we get up to the lake."

I laughed nervously, though unzipping my fly in the process. "I'm not sure I can do that quite that long," I joked back with her.

Kathryn nodded her head in agreement. "Well, if nothing else we can pull over half way and switch places." Though I noticed she was alternating between fingering her nipples for me and occasionally dipping her hand down between her legs to slip them beneath the hem of her very short shorts.

I wasn't fully erect yet as I pulled my cock out into the open.

"Let me see it grow," she said. "I like watching that."

So, without any additional help from my hand, I allowed my slowly stiffening member to remain completely unmolested and open to its own devices. Just watching her toy and play with her nipples however was more than sufficient stimulus to accomplish the required task. My cock steadily grew harder and thicker as I remained sitting, simply watching Kathryn and enjoying the view. From behind us however, the obvious sound of someone approaching immediately caused Kathryn to hurriedly pull her tee shirt back down covering her breasts. I on the other hand had a much more difficult problem hiding my condition, and far less time to be able to do it. Luckily I had brought a lightweight jacket with me, using it to drape across my lap at the last possible moment. A second or two after that Shelly popped her head in between the seats.

"Well? So how are the two of you doing up here?" she asked. "Enjoying the view?" she said peering out past us to look out the windshield.

"Matter of fact we were," Kathryn answered. "I've always found this drive exciting and beautiful, and even more so today."

I tried to cover a give away smile. But noticed that Shelly was pointedly looking directly at me.

"It's still hard flat ground out here. We're not anywhere's near the mountains yet," she stated still looking directly at me and smiling. "Though there are a few interesting hills here and there to look at," she added still smiling towards me.

"Yes, it's definitely hard. But not nearly so flat as you might think." Kathryn commented, and it was all I could do not to choke after hearing her say that on top of what Shelly had just said.

"Well, if you need anything, just call and I'll come," she said. And then I saw her wink at me.

I did go into a coughing fit over that one, and heard her say something about getting me something to drink. She was gone as quickly as she'd arrived, and I took that moment to try and reposition myself a little more comfortably.

"You don't think she knows what we've been doing up here does she?" I asked worriedly.

Kathryn shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe, maybe not. Even if she were suspicious, I wouldn't worry about it. Kathy has already told them both that you and I were lovers a long time ago. So they do know the whole story yes. I have no intention of sneaking around their backs and see no point in it. So if they're aware from the get-go that you and I have a history together, it will make it less awkward if they do stumble on us doing something don't you agree?"

"Well yes, I guess so." 

Shelly returned at that moment handing me a cold drink of water. "Here, I hope this helps. It is awfully warm up here. And I'm sure that this will help cool you down a little." 

With that, Shelly turned, heading back to where the others were sitting, still playing cards.

"I think she knows!" I whispered quietly.

"I don't care," Kathryn giggled. "Now, since you've probably gotten soft, take it back out and let me watch it grow hard again."

This time as I revealed my slowly hardening cock, I kept my jacket a little more handy and turned slightly in my seat so as to keep one eye turned towards the back.

"Ahhhh, that's better," Kathryn said looking over at me. And likewise she lifted her shirt over her breasts again too, though her nipples were just as hard and erect as they had been before covering herself up.

"Now, play with it for me. I want to see you cum too!"

"Here?"

"Yes, here."

"What about the..."

"We'll worry about that afterwards. I want to watch it spurt." 

I began jacking off in earnest then, all the while keeping a sharp eye out towards the back as well as one eye on Kathryn as she continued fingering herself and caressing her boobs for me.

We drove for a considerable time just watching one another masturbating and I had to admit it was really turning me on.

"You getting close yet?" she asked

"You?" I countered breathlessly.

"Anytime you are," she answered.

"Then now!" I said, almost a little too loudly. And felt the first pleasurable spurt escape my cock, splattering against the back of the seat near my head.

"Oh fuck yes!" Kathryn exclaimed. And I was again fearful that we might be overheard as she cried out, "Shoot it baby, shoot it for me!"

I continued pumping my prick, allowing the streamers of my spunk to fall where they may. Not yet worrying about the mess I'd have to clean up, or how I'd go about accomplishing that in fact. For the moment, the pleasurable release of my semen exploding from my prick was all that mattered. That and the fact that Kathryn seemed to be enjoying the show as was evidenced by the nice little orgasm that she seemed to have brought about with her fingers too.

Only when the lust had finally been replaced with this new sticky predicament, did I pause to consider how I was going to clean myself, and everything else up too.

"Shelly?" Kathryn suddenly called out towards the back. "Would you mind bringing up a wet wash cloth? We've spilled something up here," she announced.

I couldn't believe my ears, frantically looking about to ensure that nothing too noticeable would be discovered.

"Here you go," Shelly said handing me the wet cloth. 

"Thank you dear," Kathryn told her. "Now, if you would, could you also get me something fresh to drink?"

Shelly left allowing me to hurriedly wipe away the telltale signs of my orgasm.

"I can't believe you did that," I told her. But I wasn't angry, just a little stunned that she'd nearly gotten us caught.

Kathryn began pulling the motor home over to the shoulder of the road.

"Now what are you doing?" 

"You're not the only one who's messy!" she stated with a mischievous grin. After she'd stopped the motor home, she stood up out of her seat and it was evident that her crotch was soaking wet.

"What's wrong?" Kathy asked coming forward.

"Nothing really. I just had a slight accident. And I need to change my shorts." 

Kathy looked at her mother knowingly, and then at me. "Ah huh. I see the two of you have been busy up here. Want me to drive the rest of the way mother?"

"No, unless you really want to. This will just take me a moment and then we can get going again."

By this time everyone else had come forward to see what was going on, it was starting to get a little crowded.

"What's going on?" Kelly and David asked almost at the same time.

"Nanna had a little accident is all," Shelly said from somewhere towards the back. "And I think Nick did too. Seems like they spilled on one another or something."

"Or something," I heard Kelly add. And then the twins snickered in unison. 

"Ok girls, let's everyone get back to our seats," Kathy stated. But I could hear the subtle snicker in the tone of her words as she said it.

"Listen, while we're stopped I need to pee." I opened the passenger door, stepping out. Though there was an indoor bathroom, I didn't see the point of using it when I could stand off to one side and relieve myself.

"Want a cigarette too?" Shelly questioned, though I'm not sure she'd said it intending me to have heard it.

"Damn!" I thought to myself. "She does know!"

A few minutes later, after I'd had my smoke and taken a pee, we got back on the road.

"We should be there in less than an hour now," Kathryn informed everyone. So if you girls want to go swimming before dark, you'll need to help us set up the awning and all that before you leave."

"By the way?" Shelly began to ask. "What ARE the sleeping arrangements anyway?"

"Well, I thought it would be easier to give you and you're sister the back bedroom. You're mother and I will sleep in the cab-over, and David and Nick can have the singles on either side of the table once we've made them up."




Mrs. Steel - The Return



"Ah, I hate that bedroom!" Shelly exclaimed. I like being able to look out the windows at night. Why don't you and mom take the back room and let Kelly and I have the cab-over?"

"We'll see," Kathryn said. But the disappointment on her face was clearly evident. Obviously she was planning for something a little extra curricular, but didn't want to make an issue out of the sleeping arrangements.

We finally reached the lake, quickly pulling out the lawn chairs and covered awning. David and I proceeded to gather wood to build a fire later. And then the girls anxiously coaxed David off with them to go down to the lake for an early evening swim.

"Don't be gone too long!" Kathy called out after them.

"And NO skinny dipping either!" Kathryn added. Though it was evident she'd said it somewhat teasingly.

"Oh Nanna!" Kelly responded. And took off after her sister who was already half dragging David behind her.

"You know," I began saying. "I don't recall either one of them taking a suit with them."

"I think you're right Nicky," Kathryn said offhandedly. "I guess they're going to defy me once again it would appear."

The sun was just setting by the time the three of them came back into camp. David walked over towards me, an enormous smile splitting his face. Leaning over so that no one else could hear he spoke, "Wow dad. They really are identical twins!"

Glaring at him I responded. "You didn't!"

"Go skinny-dipping? Yes. Nothing else though...honest! I was surprised as hell when they both tore off their clothes and dove into the lake. I joined them of course, but after that all we did was swim around for a while. Really. But I'll be honest with you dad, they really ARE identical. Even the way they've shaved their..."

I cut him off as one of the twins came up to us with a couple of cold beers. "Do you want one of these David? Or would you rather have a Coke or something?" 

David gratefully accepted the beer, as did I. And as Kathy and Kathryn then moved over to sit down and join us, the subject we'd been discussing previously was dropped.

The problem was, I now had this mental image running around inside my head.

We sat around the campfire enjoying the evening. I had a pretty good buzz going from the beer and the switch to Tequila shots later that night. It was very late when we finally decided to retire, and the girls all took turns getting ready for bed in the back bedroom. Kathy had made up the single beds for David and I, which were narrow but comfortable. David almost immediately fell asleep, and though I was just as tired as he was, I remained awake listening to the sounds from the back bedroom, as the girls got ready for bed. Kathy soon came out to make sure I was comfortable, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that she wouldn't be sleeping out here with me. She was wearing flannel pajama's though, which at least didn't titillate me any more than she could have, had she appeared in some sort of revealing nightgown. Kathryn on the other hand came out to say goodnight, and I saw she was dressed in nothing more than a tee shirt and pair of panties. We said our goodnights, and I waited patiently for the twins to emerge so I could shut off the small overhead light and finally go to sleep.

Shelly and Kelly came out a short time later and immediately crawled up into the doublewide bed in the cab-over. As they passed down the narrow isle between my bed and David's I glanced up watching them pass. Shelly was dressed for bed very similar to the way Kathryn was, wearing nothing more than another tight tank top that accentuated her full bare breasts, and a pair of white cotton panties. I was surprised when she stopped by my bed, leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. 

"Goodnight Nicky!" 

Suddenly EVERYONE was calling me Nicky. I didn't mind it though really. It was just another one of those simple reminders that said sometimes things didn't change all that much after all.

Kelly on the other hand was wearing a typical light blue nightgown. It was sheer just enough to reveal the darker coloration of her nipples beneath the thin material. As I watched her approach and then pass by me on the way up to bed, I caught the briefest glimpse of a darker thin-stripped spot between her legs as the knee length gown clung to her as she approached. 

The girls finally tumbled into bed and I gave them a moment to settle in before reaching up and turning off the light.

True to form, the twins had pulled open the curtains on the windows letting in just enough light to cast shapes and shadows over everything inside the motor home. Beyond that however it was pitch black and hard to make anything out very clearly.

Across from me David was already beginning to snore in his sleep. And though it wasn't a loud snore, being a fairly light sleeper, I had to pull the pillow over my head to block out the sound so that I could finally fall asleep myself.

I eventually did fall asleep and at one point began dreaming. In the dream, I was again that same eighteen year old kid, working out in Mrs. Steel's backyard. The cabana was there this time though, unlike it had really been back then. As I weeded the nearby garden area, I watched the twins, Kelly and Shelly emerge from the house, heading down the tiled pathway to the pool area and on into the cabana. Closing the door after themselves, I became suddenly curious and decided to sneak over, attempting to spy on them.

In reality, there was no window on the cabana that allowed you to look inside the room where the hot tub was. In my dream however, there was. And I stood outside looking through it into the room. It took me just a moment to find Kelly who was naked and had positioned herself over one of the pulsating jets. It was obvious as to what she was doing and I stood there fascinated, becoming very aroused as I watched her pleasure herself. I could not see Shelly however and though that didn't alarm me for some reason, as I had no idea where she had disappeared. I continued to stand there watching Kelly as she moved against the water jets in an almost trance like dance of sensuality.

I'd pulled out my cock and had begun to stroke it as I watched her. Though I wasn't trying to hide my presence as I stood there looking in, I didn't feel that Kelly knew I was there, or at the very least cared even if I was.

The sensation of a soft warm hand suddenly encircling my cock from behind alerted me to Shelly's sudden appearance. In the dream I was about to turn around and say something to her, but she hushed me almost immediately.

"Shhhh. Just relax...and watch," she told me

I was a little frightened; worried that someone else would come out and discover what we were doing. But the feel of her hand on me as she continued to play with me was too exquisite a sensation to ignore.

In the next instant she was on her knees. I felt her soft lips encircle the head of my cock and begin teasing it in an all too familiar way. I continued watching Kelly through the window, where she now looked up towards me and I saw that she could see me. I knew then that she had known I was standing there watching her as she cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples and continued to rotate her pussy, humping against the pulsating jet of the tub.

The odd thing however was that even as she did this, she suddenly appeared to fall asleep and I could hear her snoring. The incredible sensation that my cock was experiencing was too much however to allow me to try and make sense or comprehend how she could do that and still be masturbating the way that she was.

I was moaning now, the sweetness of Shelly's lips as they walked up and down my shaft, the flitter of her tongue against the super-sensitive head of my cock was almost becoming unbearable and I knew that an orgasm was only a few short moments away.

I reached down, tangled my hands in the softness of her hair as she continued to draw me even more deeply into her mouth. I was surprised at how real she felt. "How real this felt!" I found myself thinking. Suddenly it was dark and I was no longer standing at the window but lying down. The fabulous blowjob continued however, and I felt my balls draw tight in anticipation of release. But it was David's soft snoring that alerted me this was real, and that someone really was sucking and licking my dick.

I was far too close to orgasm to really care however. I knew immediately that it was in fact Shelly who was sucking and playing with me as my hands continued to fondle and caress her scalp with eager anticipation as the sperm boiled in my balls and began to travel up the shaft of my cock with a near blinding explosion that felt like it was going to rip off the top of my head.

I felt cum filling her mouth as she hungrily devoured me, swallowing jettison after hard surging jettison of my cream. I allowed a brief deep-throated groan to escape from between my lips, forcing Shelly to release my cock long enough to caution me against making too much noise.

"Shhhhh Nicky. You'll wake everyone," she cautioned me. And then immediately took my cock back into her mouth, ensuring that every last drop of my climax was captured and licked away by her swirling tongue. 

I was fully awake now of course. And the possible ramifications of what had just occurred sent alarm bells ringing inside my head. I attempted to sit up, still speechless as to what I was going to say, or even could say when I felt her slide onto the narrow bed with me and position herself over my face.

"My turn," she whispered.

And somehow the logic of that added confusion to my still half fogged mind from the orgasm itself, and the realization of what had just happened.

Shelly had removed the white cotton panties I'd seen her wearing earlier. As she lowered her cunt onto my face, the aroma of her heat and her desire inflamed me all over again. Almost teasingly, she placed herself upon me, and I felt the soft tuft of that narrow strip of pubic hair caress my nose as she slid down more fully against me. Automatically I slid my tongue inside the furrow of her slit, tickling the hard little nubbin of her clitoris as she continued that slow tantalizing tease down my face. As she moved against me, I dug into the recess of her pussy, languishing in the flavors of juice that assaulted my senses. I began to flick at her with my tongue, stabbing at her slit, encircling her clit with my lips and vibrating it with kisses and tongue fucking's that soon had her writhing with pure pleasure and enjoyment.

I felt her reach up, and though I still could not see clearly, knew that she was pulling her tank-top up and over her head. Shelly reached down placing my hands upon her breasts and I was treated to the incredibly soft feel of her magnificent tits. As my tongue continued to dance inside her opening, my fingers likewise danced, flowing across her twin mounds. I captured her nipples between my fingers, pressing them together like a pair of lips sucking, and then did so with my actual lips upon her clitoris. I drew them both inside my mouth, as well as inside the mouth of my fingers that had captured one of her fully erect nips until releasing it to go in search of the other and began the whole process all over again.

I heard soft little mewlings of pleasure escape her lips as she continued to slowly slide up and down my face. In the background, the continued snoring of my son sleeping so close by, merely added excitement to the moment, causing my normally good judgment and caution to fly right out the window.

Before long, Shelly had begun to move against me in a steady rhythm as my tongue slid in and out of her pussy, occasionally grazing her clit where she would stop briefly, allowing me to kiss, suckle and torture it with my tongue. She would then slide up and down against my face a little faster, drenching me in her pussy juice as she strove towards her rapidly approaching orgasm.

With my hands still caressing and kneading the pliant tit-flesh that filled them, I tweaked her nipple's pulling on them, using them to coax her even closer to climax. So involved was I in bringing her to her pleasure that I failed to notice the initial contact as my cock was again being toyed and played with. It had already begun to harden of its own accord anyway as I'd become aroused eating and licking Shelly's cunt. Just as I felt the first shivering contraction telling me that Shelly was at the apex of her climax, I knew with some degree of certainty that Kelly was now the one stroking my prick to a full hardness. There was no time to ponder or question this unexpected turn of events as Shelly was now mashing herself against my face with unbridled passion. How she remained as quiet as she did, I didn't know, or frankly think much on. I was still worried we'd wake some one, as she rode herself against me to completion, her breath coming in hard-felt panting gasps.

My face was drenched, sticky with her juices as she finally slid off of me, standing back up on the floor. Sure enough, Kelly pulled her nightgown off and moved on top of me, placing my cock at the opening of her cunt, sliding down on it fully before I could utter a single word. Again, I remained totally and completely speechless at this point as the girls performed a sort of tag-team fuck fest with me.

As I reached up, placing my hands on Kelly's breasts now, I was immediately made aware of the distinct similarity's in the way hers felt in comparison to her sisters. I made the same curious discovery as I felt her nipples, already stiffened and ready in response to my caresses.

The biggest and most unexpected surprise was the tightness of Kelly's cunt. It had been years since I had felt or experienced this sensation. And don't get me wrong either, that decadent side of me that really enjoys the feel of a really wet sloppy pussy is a feeling in and of its self. And I really enjoy fucking a cunt that I can pound into and hear all kinds of gushy, juicy noises while doing so. But sliding into Kelly's almost vice-like grip was a near painful pleasure as it took some doing on my part to finally enter her fully. She remained against me unmoving, allowing her tight cunt to expand and more easily accommodate my length and width.

"You're right Shelly. It IS a lot bigger than any I've had before. And judging by what we saw today, though we didn't see his like this, I'd say David's is probably pretty close in size to his fathers."

I couldn't believe my ears. Lying beneath Kelly as she finally began to move against me, she continued her whispered conversation with her sister as though I wasn't even there.

"We'll find out tomorrow for sure," Shelly added. "Let's take David up to the caves on a hike, make sure you wear those really short shorts of yours. That will get his attention!"

I allowed myself a small little cough, reminding the girls that I was still here and listening to every word they were saying. Kelly and Shelly both laughed without making any attempt whatsoever to be quiet while doing it.

"Don't worry Nicky, Mom and Nanna have something special planned for you too I'll bet!"

That shut me up. There was obviously nothing that had escaped the twins, and if Kathy thought she was being secret about what had been going on, she had a big surprise coming. Not to mention what was taking place at this very moment. And I had no idea how in the hell I was going to deal with that. Already guilt pangs were entering my thoughts, but then Kelly increased the tempo of our coupling, and all concerns for what I might be getting myself into suddenly melted away as her sweet voracious cunt began to fuck me beyond reason.

Shelly moved over to stand closer to my head allowing me the opportunity and enjoyment to reach up and begin fondling one of her breasts. Throwing caution to the wind, I used the other to play with Kelly's breast, marveling at how similar each felt, how the curvature of their breasts was also distinctly alike in every way. Shelly moved behind her sister and I felt her hand cupping my ball-sack as my prick continued to pummel the inside of Kelly's cunt. She began to softly squeeze it, milking me, forcing that old familiar sensation to begin coursing through my body.

"Are you getting close sis? Because by the feel of it, I think old Nicky here's about to blow his nuts soon!"

I winced at the word 'old', though I'm sure she hadn't meant it in any derogatory way. But it did make me realize that I was the older guy in this bizarre little scenario taking place, and I still wasn't sure how I was going to mentally and emotionally deal with this in the morning.

"Almost...there!" Kelly breathed deeply, holding her breath, which reminded me a great deal of someone else I knew when she came. And then I felt another familiar gushing release as Kelly's pussy erupted, lathering my prick in a rich frothy substance that bathed my balls, ran down my shaft and pooled somewhere down between my legs soaking the sheets of the bed.

"Shoot it Nicky. Shoot it!" Shelly urged me. And I did. Slamming several hot loads of cum deep inside Kelly's still contracting pussy. Slowly, she began to ease her cunt strokes, finally holding still against me, allowing the both of us to quiet down and catch our respective breaths. 

The girls soon gathered up their clothing and scampered quietly back up into their bed. Only then did I realize I could no longer hear David's snoring, wondering if that was a natural thing or not. Too tired to care or worry at the moment of one more possible complication, I rolled over, frowning inwardly for a brief moment at the contact of the proverbial 'wet-spot' and drifted deeply off to sleep.

Kathy was the first one awake and immediately began rousing everyone up to get dressed. They needed to put away our beds anyway so as to re-set up the kitchen table and begin preparing breakfast. As I stripped off the only blanket, I looked in horror at the obvious, glaring spot on the sheet that was a dead give away of last night's activities. Gathering up the sheet and wadding it into a ball I hurriedly stowed it under the seat before anyone else had a chance to see it and start asking questions. As it was, I still sought David out to see if I could glean any indication that he'd been aware of what had taken place, but his demeanor and attitude told me nothing. Though I was equally as pleased that he seemed his old happy go lucky self.

After breakfast was over, the kids cleared off the table and headed off to get dressed for the day. Kathy and I washed and dried the dishes as Kathryn had done all the cooking. Soon after the girls emerged from the back bedroom and I saw almost immediately that they were dressed for hiking, which I assumed included the very short, shorts that Kelly was wearing. The bottom half of her tight firm ass was peeking almost obscenely beneath the hem of her cut-off Levi's. Shelly had chosen yet another revealing tank-top as was her trade-mark of fashion or so it seemed, and Kelly was wearing a long sleeved shirt, though she had tied the shirttail into a knot, making herself a kind of halter-top out of it.

David came out of the closet bathroom which was barely big enough to turn around in let alone anything else, but he'd managed to dress in there which consisted of nothing more than a pair of cut-off jeans and a mid-rift foot ball jersey that was showing signs of eventually falling apart. They quickly threw a light snack together along with several bottles of water and prepared to head off for the day.

"I know what the girls are planning on doing today," I said more to myself than to anyone else, though still loud enough that Kathy heard me.

"I'd imagine the girls are taking David up to explore the caves," she responded.

"I think they're planning on exploring a lot more than that," I did actually say to myself, but then responded back to Kathy audibly. "Is that safe?" 




Mrs. Steel - The Return



"Well, they're not caves really. We've just always called them that. They're more like hollowed out holes in the rock caused by the wind more than anything else. We've been coming up here for years now, so the girls know this area almost as well as I do. Once in a while, they even find a few Indian artifacts or fossils embedded in the rock. So don't worry Nicky, there's nothing dangerous where they're going."

I kept my thoughts to myself and helped Kathy finish up with the last of the dishes before joining Kathryn at the kitchen table for another cup of morning coffee.

Unable to contain my thoughts any longer, I finally looked directly at Kathy and told her what I was worried and concerned about.

"The girls know all about the three of us!" I blurted out.

Kathy shook her head knowingly. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised by that. Never did say they were naïve. They do know about our past after all, and it was probably as easy and putting two and two together."

"But what if any of this gets back to you're husband?" I asked. 

Kathy sat back and sighed. "Well, I was waiting to say anything. But I guess now's as good a time as any."

Kathy turned more towards her mother than to me as she began. "The main reason I wanted to come home this time was to have some time to do some serious thinking. Greg and I've been unofficially separated now for a few month's. And I've been trying to decide if I wanted to make it a little more permanent, or try and salvage the marriage."

Kathryn didn't seem the least bit surprised by her daughter's sudden announcement.

"Frankly, I'm surprised it took you this long to decide. So, when are you moving back home?" she said simply. And then asked as an after thought. "By the way, what was it that made you finally decide?"

I actually saw Kathy blush slightly as she responded. "When I heard that Nicky was moving back here," she said.

"Well, that should complicate things a little," Kathryn stated though laughing as she did.

"Oh, you have NO idea!" I once again blurted out before I'd even realized I said what I did.

Kathy did shoot me a questioning look then. But I heard Kathryn let out a hard deep laugh.

"The twins!" Was all she had to say.

Kathy turned to face me. I was of half a mind to turn and bolt for the door and keep right on going.

"Ahhhhh. You know, I kind of wondered if it was such a good idea allowing the girls to sleep out here with the two of you last night. But in truth, I thought they'd sink their claws into David first. Or try to anyway. But I guess I should have known better. After our little conversation about all of us...as well as their Great Grandmother, I should probably have known better."

"Nothing like history repeating itself huh?" Kathy stated.

"Like mother like daughter?" Kathryn joined in saying.

"Or daughters," I had to add.

It wasn't really all that funny. But for some reason, we all broke up laughing.

"Oh my!" Kathryn exclaimed.

"What?" I asked, still trying to control my laughter as the ache in my gut actually began hurting.

"Poor David!" she said.

"Oh, Oh. Guess I'll be having one of those talks with my daughters later."

"Remember that wild crazy night we all spent together?" Kathryn reminded us.

Kathy and I both nodded our heads yes. 

"Well, it sounds to me like we might have to have another group get together and discuss the ground rules, just like the four of us had to do back then."

"Are you being serious?" I asked her.

"Very serious. Listen. Since the two of you have both decided to move back here, I think things could get very complicated. So unless we're all open and honest with one another about our involvements, it's going to cause more problems for us all in the long run."

I quickly recalled the initial difficulties we had all experienced, and how Katie had been the one to resolve the situation so that no one got hurt, and no one ended up regretting anything we'd done or experienced with one another.

"You're right of course, Mrs. Steel," I said in my best eighteen-year-old voice. And the meaning behind that wasn't lost by either of them.

"Well? I say we haul our asses down to the lake for a swim!" Kathryn said standing up. "You two coming?"

"I hope so," Kathy responded with a wicked little smile showing on her face. "You know what else I think we should do mother?"

"What?" Kathryn asked back.

"I think, that we should all hike down to the lake in the nude like we used to do."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea Kathy!" Kathryn readily agreed. "It has been a while since we've done that!"

"What if someone else should see us?" I questioned concernedly.

"That's part of the fun Nicky. You should know that better than anyone!"

True. It was back then, and it was now too. "OK, count me in!"

"Like you wouldn't have?" Kathy teased back.

"Grab the BIG quilt for later Kathy," Kathryn added. "Nothing like fucking out in the open under a nice bright noon day sun!"

I had to admit. The day, let alone the very near future was starting to look interesting.

We spent the better part of the early morning simply enjoying our swim together. Swimming in the nude did enhance our lusty playfulness, so that eventually our thoughts turned towards the big fat quilt that we'd carried down to the lake with us. Kathy had found a semi-secluded spot in a nearby meadow, and we quickly spread out the oversized quilt and immediately began to have a little afternoon fun under the sun.

As we all moved onto the enormous quilt I asked the obvious question. "Well ladies, heads? Or tails?"

"Shut up and fuck me!" Kathryn ordered.

"I guess that means I get heads?" Kathy retorted back.

"Like you care?" her mother shot back

"Not hardly. Nicky always WAS, IS good at giving head." 

I positioned myself somewhere in the middle of the quilt as Kathryn climbed aboard. As lusty feeling as we all were, she was already very wet and extremely horny. I slid inside her as easily as a hot knife slicing through butter and enjoyed that very familiar, sloppy-juicy pussy feeling that I so thoroughly enjoyed. As soon as her mother had slid onto my cock, Kathy positioned herself over my face. Likewise, her pussy was just as juicy and wet as her mothers, and in no time at all I was fucking one lovely cunt, and eating the other with uninhibited delight. 

I suppose there's something to be said about age after all. I had learned at least over the course of the years to better pace myself. Kathryn easily achieved orgasm long before I was ready to, and I took a great deal of delight in that as she rode my stiff member in a series of truly delightful orgasms that washed over her in wave after wave of pleasure. When she was totally and completely satisfied, she slid off my prick and positioned herself by my side. Taking my cock into her mouth now, she began that truly agonizing, yet wonderful blowjob technique that she was known for doing. 

Kathy in the meantime was fucking my face with renewed vigor. I'd just about given up on trying to keep my tongue inside her cunt, let alone upon her clit as she'd pretty much taken over. Mashing her self against me, it was about all I could do to hang on as she pushed herself against me, sliding that incredibly wet cunt the length of my face, down the length and depth of that glistening furrow. She was spreading pussy juice all over my face at this point which merely made everything all the more slippery and was now merely gliding towards climax with me hanging on for dear life.

"Oh gawd!" she wailed, and that ear piercing cum screaming voice of hers actually startled a few birds out of the trees a short distance away.

"Well if no one knew we were here...or what we were doing. They do now!" Kathryn said still mouthing the words around my anxious member.

By the time Kathy had recovered, Kathryn was turning the corner and heading down the home stretch. She was tonguing my cock rapidly at this point and lapping at it like a bitch in heat. Kathy immediately took up a position on the other side and joined her. Together, I felt both sets of tongues dueling and teasing my cock towards release. Sitting up enough to watch the two of them sucking and licking me together was a wondrous sight, and one in which soon had my balls churning cum-butter. 

"Tell us Nicky, tell us when!" Kathy said, coaxing the precum from the tip of my cock as she did. And a few minutes later, about all I could manage was the word.

"NOW!" I yelled into the clear sky at the top of my lungs.

As the cum exploded from the tip of my cock in high arching ribbons of fluid, I could only sit there watching as Kathy and Kathryn fought over catching it in their mouths, missing most of it, which was still delightfully erotic to me as it splashed against their faces, landing in hair, necks, chins, and even their breasts. It had been a long time since I remember climaxing quite that much, or in quite such a volume. But under the circumstances I wasn't really all that surprised, and thoroughly delighted that I had, so I could see it and watch it myself.

"Ok, if no one heard Kathy earlier. They had to have heard that!" Kathryn stated. "I suggest we head back to the motor home. Besides, I'm sure by the time we get back there, we'll all be in the mood to do something else anyway!"

We quickly folded up the quilt and started back. It was still too early in the day to be worried about the kids showing up yet, but I did have to wonder how things were going for poor David.

"Yeah...right!" I thought to myself.

By the time we did get back to the Motor home the girls were in the mood again. But try as I might, I couldn't seem to produce an erection that had much behind it. 

"I think I'm finally fucked out!" I announced somewhat dejectedly.

"Oh, I think we'll find something that will recharge your batteries," Kathy said.

We headed for the back bedroom, but even seeing those two luscious women naked didn't seem to be awakening my lusty desires. Even when I saw Kathy pull open the dresser drawer and produce two very interesting looking vibrators, which normally would have had my cock standing at full attention with just the thought of watching another woman masturbate. 

"Which one do you want?" Kathy asked her mother, holding two differing sized toys up for her to inspect. One was pink, thick, obviously flexible with a bunch of knobby looking bumps on it running around all sides. The other was slim, silver and metallic looking. 

"Give me the slim one. I'm just going to tease my clit a little with it," she informed everyone.

"Lets go outside and sit in the lawn chairs," Kathy suggested after handing over the toy her mother had chosen.

"You can't be serious!" I exclaimed. "Outside?"

"Sure! Why not? And besides Nicky, the warm sun will feel good while we're doing it," she added seriously.

"But what if somebody comes?" I had to ask.

They both laughed, "That's what we're hoping to do!" Kathy quipped. "Now come on Nicky, quit being such a spoil-sport. You're ruining all the fun and excitement!"

Before I could say anything further about it, they had both headed outside, placing themselves within their respective chairs, naked...wanton, and obviously horny as they began using their vibrating pricks to pleasure themselves with.

I had to admit. Sitting there watching them playing with themselves was incredibly erotic. Kathy pushed the fat toy inside her cunt, holding it there, half-crossing her legs in order to do so. She then reached up playing with her breasts, twirling her nipples. On rare occasion, she had even reached over giving her mother's a quick naughty little pinch too. I sat, watching, feeling the initial stirrings of my long dead cock actually awaken. Especially when Kathy lifted both legs, bent at the knee placing her feet flat within the lawn chair she was sitting in. Displayed as she was, so openly, so obscenely beautiful was getting to me, especially when I began to actually hear the sounds her pussy began making as she began pummeling her pussy with the pink rubber dildo.

It wasn't just her however, but Kathryn too. But then she did something I hadn't expected, slipping the much slimmer toy inside her ass vibrating at the highest possible setting. As she did this, she began slapping her pussy with the palm of her hand almost painfully. I knew she was stimulating her clit, but she was doing so in a way I had never seen her do before.

"Oh my...you're hard!" Kathy cooed teasingly as she glanced towards me, still thrusting the big pink cock in and out of herself with abandon even as she spoke.

"Really...really hard." Kathryn added, likewise continuing to stimulate her ass, not quite slapping her pussy as she had been, though I watched as she 'tweezer'ed' her clit with the tips of two fingers, pinching and pulling on it as she sat grinning at me.

"But it doesn't vibrate!" Kathy continued, all the while still sliding the slim soft buzzing toy in and out of herself.

"No...it doesn't, does it?" Kathryn said, continuing the nearly annoying banter with her daughter as she now slid the slimmer toy in and out of her ass with quick firm strokes.

"I'm not too sure of that at the moment," I finally said, grabbing my now very stiff cock, giving it several very hard shakes back and forth with my hand as I did. Though it made it appear more like a rubber toy than the very hard very erect throbbing cock it had finally become once again. I was just starting to become aroused by all this when the sound of a Jeep cresting the top of a nearby hill reached my ears.

"Shit! We've got company!" I stammered, already heading towards the motor home.

"Where the hell are you going?" Kathryn asked, stopping me in my tracks.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I said we've got company," pointing back over my shoulder to where the Jeep was just now beginning to make its way down the hill heading in our direction.

"So? We were here first for one thing, and for another, if they don't like what we're doing, they can certainly go someplace else!" Kathy added determinedly. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, heading inside, throwing on a pair of shorts even though neither of them had bothered to cover themselves up. I for one wasn't about to make a spectacle of myself in front of total strangers.

By the time I came back outside, the Jeep had pulled up alongside where the girls were still sitting. I was only slightly relieved to see they were no longer still masturbating, but not by much. Kathy was still holding her toy in her hand like it was some sort of weapon. Kathryn was standing, her toy now occupying the chair she'd been sitting in. The Jeep was open, a young man driving, a young woman now standing already speaking to Kathryn.

"Didn't mean to interrupt anything," she began saying, pointing back behind her. "We're camped a few miles back that way. Heard there was a lake near here, but didn't want to drive all the way around the mountain just to get to it. So we thought we'd try taking a short-cut overland, saw your motor home sitting here and thought we'd ask."

I noticed the young guy was ogling Kathy and Kathryn quite unabashedly. Surprised he would do so with his girlfriend, or wife, whichever one she was, sitting there next to him.

"It's about a mile or so further on," I said pointing in the direction of the lake. "But you've gone about as far as you can go even in a four-wheel drive. There's only foot trails leading down to it," I told them somewhat irritatedly at the interruption.

"By the way, my name's Jill, and this is my boyfriend Jack," she said introducing themselves, all but ignoring my indicated directions.

No one else seemed to catch it, but I was already reciting a revised limerick inside my head. "Jack and Jill came down the hill, riding inside a Jeep, Jack pulled up, and so he sat, having himself a peep."

"I have one similar to that," Jill said, indicating the pink knobby toy Kathy was still holding in her hand. "Not quite as big though, how's it feel?" she asked out of the blue.

I was stunned she'd even ask. Though I was still a bit taken aback by Kathy and Kathryn's nonchalant attitude sitting here in front of these two strangers, no matter how friendly they seemed to be. With Jack still silently sitting there behind the wheel, leering at everyone.

"Want to try it?" Kathy asked.

I spun on my heels facing her with an alarmed, surprised look on my face. Kathy ignored me, actually grinning at the woman.

"Really? Sure!"

I don't know why I expected Jack to respond, perhaps stating something along the lines of telling Jill that maybe they should be going or something. But he didn't. In fact, he didn't bat so much as an eyelash as Jill climbed down out of the Jeep and made her way over to where Kathy was sitting.

She was already pulling the tee shirt she was wearing up and over her head. Ok, she had nice tits. I had to admit that. But it was still a little unnerving watching everything unfold the way it was. Jill accepted the toy from Kathy, giggling with delight as Kathy began to unbutton the short cut-off Levis she was wearing. Ok, she had a nice ass too, and a totally shaven pussy as she turned around, stepping out of her discarded Levis. She hadn't been wearing any panties either.

Sitting down in the lawn chair Kathy had been using, Jill spread her legs and began teasing herself with the softly humming toy.

"Would you like me to do that for you?" Kathy asked suggestively.

Jill didn't answer, simply handing it back to her. "Jack? Why don't you come sit down beside me, it will be easier to see her from here," she recommended.

Jack immediately swung himself down from the Jeep. The moment he did, it was obvious he was already sporting an erection by the over-sized bulge protruding from his like-wise cut off Levi shorts.

"Nicky? Why don't you grab us a few extra chairs so we can all sit around comfortably and watch this," Kathryn all but ordered me.

I attempted to cast her another look, but she was already facing away looking at Jack's bulge. "Isn't that a bit uncomfortable?" she asked. He laughed.

"I was just thinking the same thing myself," Jack answered

"Well then?"

Jack shrugged off his shorts faster than Jill had, taking the only other chair at the moment, moving it off to one side of Jill's so he could watch Kathy as she continued teasing Jill's pussy with the toy. I returned a moment or two later with additional chairs, but even as I sat them up, I realized Kathryn wasn't about to let me steal her attention away.

"Nice cock!" she exclaimed a moment later as Jack sat down next to his girlfriend. "Don't you think he has a nice cock Nicky?" Kathryn asked me.

I was glaring at the back of her head. "Oh yeah, real nice," I said sarcastically, but she failed to notice, or if she did, she ignored my comment. The next thing I knew, she had taken Jack's prick in hand, and was lazily playing with it all the while watching Kathy as she only then began to ease the thick pink toy inside Jill's cunt.

"Hmm, fuck that feels good!" Jill exclaimed happily. 

"Looks good too!" Jack agreed looking over towards her while Kathryn continued stroking his massive, thick hard prick.

At this point, I was feeling a bit out of sorts, obviously being ignored, and worse...totally uninvolved.

"Jill? Would you like to see Nicky's cock? He really has a nice one too," Kathryn informed her.

"Yes, I'd like that," she said grinning at me. "Nicky? Why don't you come and stand over here where I can see it and play with it a little."

"Now Jill's calling me Nicky!" I told myself silently, surprised that I was actually as irritated as I was at the moment. Though it was difficult not secretly admiring Jill's near perfect body, especially as Kathy knelt before her, spreading those bare pussy lips with her hands, inserting the vibrating toy in and out of her with pleasured abandon.




Mrs. Steel - The Return



Half-heartedly, I made my way over to stand next to her, a situation made worse when Jill unzipped my shorts only to discover that I was far less than excited. "He's not even hard yet!" she told the whole world.

Kathy snickered. "Probably because we just finished fucking his brains out a short time ago up in the meadow," she explained. "But one thing about Nicky, he has remarkable recovery time, doesn't he mother?"

Kathryn nodded her head, "Though it also depends on what stimulation is used to excite him again," she told Jill. "He really does enjoy a nice blow-job though, perhaps if you tried that."

To my surprise, Jill didn't even hesitate, immediately devouring my entire limp length inside her mouth where she began to wash it with her tongue, rolling it around inside like a marble. Ok, so it felt nice. As did her breasts when she took one of my hands placing it on her boobs as I stood there having my prick sucked. Slowly, my prick began to respond until it had finally reached the point where Jill could no longer stuff the entire length of it inside her mouth any further.

"That's my Nicky," Kathryn stated happily, now far more vigorously stroking Jack's magnificent prick. Which even I had to admit was something worth seeing for as large and thick as it really was. Kathryn had to use two hands in order to fully caress him with, though she began alternating them as though reeling in a garden hose. Which in a way, she was.

Jill began having trouble concentrating on my prick, which told me as well as Kathy that she was nearing an orgasm. Especially as she began breathing with labored gasps as Kathy increased the tempo, and fucking depth of the toy inside her pussy.

"Gonna cum?" she asked. "Gonna cum hard?" she pressed, teasing her, urging Jill on.

"Oh fuck yes!" Jill cried out, finally releasing my cock. "I'm...cumming...NOW!" she wailed at the top of her lungs.

Everyone was watching her at this point of course, including me. When she came, she all but expelled the toy from her pussy, clenching so tightly that Kathy could no longer slip it as deeply inside her, finally letting go of it all together. Jill held it there in place for as long as she could, enjoying the incredible sensation of her climax until her pussy simply expelled the toy, propelling it with a loud "pop" where it slipped out from her entirely, falling into Kathy's hands.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum too!" Jack announced a second after that. 

Kathy immediately pivoted on her heels, placing her hand on him, now helping her mother as together they frantically pumped his prick.

"Oh fuck!" Jack exclaimed, and began shooting high arching streamers of jisim into the air as both women continued assailing his spurting prick.

"Shit!" I actually said, surprised at the enormous amount and volume of cream the guys prick was expending as it began landing everywhere, coating both Kathryn's breasts, as well as Kathy's.

Finally, when he was spent, Kathryn stood. "Well, should we tell him?" she stated turning to face her daughter.

"Tell him what?" I asked, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Jack is our grounds keeper," Kathryn finally admitted. "I invited them up here. Thought it might be the best way to introduce them to you. Jill really is his girlfriend, and often comes with him to help out. To be honest Nicky, I just wasn't sure how I was going to explain any of this to you, and thought this might be the easiest way."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by the unexpected revelation. Kathryn AND Kathy had always been very sexual. And to expect that she hadn't had lovers, or still had one was less than realistic.

"You mad?" she questioned concernedly. 

"No," I said simply, still feeling a bit awkward, slightly jealous. "Not really, no."

"We don't get together that often," she began, though Kathy interrupted her.

"The first time I saw them, I'd come home for a surprise visit. Imagine my surprise when I entered the living room and saw Jill licking mom's pussy, while she in turn was busily sucking off Jack. Well of course, you know I had to join in...so I did."

"Of course," I said a little too softly.

"Oh come on now Nicky, you can't seriously tell me you're upset by all this. You are after all the one who spent half the night fooling around with my daughters. If anyone should be upset, it would be me. And obviously, you know I'm not. You've seemed to have forgotten the agreement we all made a while back," she added seriously.

I did remember, I remembered Katie gathering us all together. "You're right," I finally admitted. "Everything out in the open, no secrets, no guilt, no running around behind anyone's back."

"Exactly," Kathryn said walking over to me. She kissed me then, passionately, and I felt her hand encircle my prick while she did. After several long passionate moments of kissing, she finally stepped back. "Now then, you ready to fuck me?" she asked. "While Jill here licks my pussy?"

"At the same time?" I asked in wonder.

"Oh yeah, there's nothing like it!" she giggled hotly.

"Which means," Kathy left off saying. "That Jack here gets to fuck me, if he's up for it," she added eyeing his somewhat flaccid prick.

"How about I lick you for a while first?" he suggested. "Give me time to recuperate, then we'll fuck!"

"Sounds good by me," she told him. "Well Nicky? You game?"

For the first time since their arrival I smiled. "Oh hell, why the fuck not! Besides, I'm rather looking forward to seeing Jill here going down on Kathryn anyway," I added honestly.

As it turned out, one of the bench seats sitting next to the picnic table turned out to be perfect for what we had in mind. Lying down on the bench itself, Jill spread herself out while Kathryn straddled her face, then I came up from behind, slipping myself into her doggy-style. Seeing this, Kathy and Jack joined us, with her leaning over to lick Jill's openly displayed pussy while Jack mounted her in the same fashion that I was doing with her mother.

We were just starting to get into things when the sound of both the twins, and David's return garnered my attention away from the slick hot pussy I was busily sliding my cock in and out of.

"Holy shit!" I heard David saying from somewhere off behind me. "And I thought the three of us were having a good time!"

"Hey!" Shelly exclaimed sternly, "We were having a good time, or at least you seemed to be enjoying it!" she added warningly. "Not every guy gets to enjoy a double blow job you know, especially while watching all of you from on top of that hill over there," she added.

David was carrying a pair of binoculars in his hand, grinning foolishly. "Yeah, that was a rather interesting experience," he admitted. "Until the girls said they wanted to come down here and join everyone."

"Ah oh," I allowed myself to breathe, actually slipping out of Kathryn's pussy. "Maybe its time that we had one of those open and frank discussions," I suggested.

"I have to agree," Kathryn said as she stood on still wobbly feet, extricating herself from leaning over Jill's face. "Maybe we should all sit down, have a drink, and discuss this." 

I could only imagine what it was that David might be thinking. Coming back, finding the five of us fucking like animals in heat must have been quite a sight indeed. Grabbing a few more chairs, we soon formed a small little circle and sat down. Kathryn had already begun talking to everyone when I came back with three more chairs.

."And as I was saying, I think that its very important that each of us express our feelings, right here, right now and get everything, good or bad out in the open so that there won't be any future misunderstandings."

To my immediate relief, David was sitting between the two girls and was smiling, grinning actually from ear to ear.

Over the course of the next several hours we did sit there discussing our feelings, what the problems of our continued relationships together might cause, as well as the possibility of what the future might bring to each one of us as well. We'd managed to allay a few fears, got surprisingly through a few major obstacles, and agreed to continue to be open and communicate if anyone of us felt emotions that would cause any of us problems or anxiety or hostility towards anyone else.

All this talk had been stimulating as well as informative. After the days events I was surprised that I could even remotely consider the possibilities. But it was David's suggestion that surprised us all, and more or less ended the conversation from continuing on any further that night.

"All this sex stuffs got me extremely horny," he admitted openly. Which HAD been one of the agreed upon rules we'd discussed. To express ourselves as openly and honestly as was possible for each of us to do.

"It is getting late," Kathy indicated. "And poor Nicky here never did have an orgasm. I think it's about time I took care of that."

Kathryn suggested that we build up the fire, throw down the sleeping bags we'd brought along with us, and basically have fun next to the fire beneath the stars. Everyone thought that sounded like a great idea, especially the twins.

It was interesting to see everyone pairing off in no particular order or reason. Jill had taken an immediate interest in David, pulling him over to lay down with her on the opposite side of the fire pit. The twin's descended on Jack, which was no surprise at all to me either, leaving Kathryn, Kathy and I together, which seemed fitting under the circumstances.

There beneath the stars, bathed in the warmth of the flickering fire, I nestled comfortably between Kathy's legs, teasing the sweetest clit with my tongue. Kathryn was giving me probably one of her best blowjobs too, though we all switched places from time to time throughout the night, culminating with them both riding my cock, or sitting on my face until spent, exhausted, we collapsed there on the ground, each of them snuggling contentedly in the crook of my arms.

The night sky was spectacular as I lay there looking up. "Thank you Katie," I thought silently, wishing that she had been here to experience all of this with us. Though again I reminded myself, in many ways...she had been.

"Nicky?" Kathy groggily whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Did you know that I love you?"

I guess I had always known that. Realizing when she said it that I loved her too. "Yes, and I love you too Kathy," I admittedly freely.

I heard her sigh contentedly. "Nicky?"

"Yeah?"

"Even though we love one another, you do know we'll never get married don't you? It would make things way too complicated, for all of us."

"I know," I answered back, gathering her even more fully into my arms. "But I'm not going anywhere ever again either."

She sighed once again, her hand still wrapped securely, but gently around my cock as she gave it a loving, affectionate squeeze. "Good, cause I wouldn't let you either," she said drifting off to sleep.

David would soon be entering the service, the twins...off to finish college soon. And as for myself, I'd already made up my mind to sell the old place, and if Kathryn and Kathy agreed to it...move in with them. Somehow, I knew Katie would have wanted it that way. And as I continued to lie there long into the night looking up towards the stars, I could only smile and wonder...what the next twenty years would be like. 



Mrs. Steel



Though I had not made any attempt now to conceal myself from her, I was also trying not to flaunt my arousal at her either. Sitting beside her, legs tightly closed together, I was still taken by surprise when she moved over between them, pressing herself against my knees, forcing them a part. Almost immediately she reached up and softly took my cock in her hand, and though not quite stroking it, allowed herself to fondle and finger it exploratorily as we continued looking into one another's eyes.

I was at this very moment entering into an area where I had very little experience. I had the summer before with an old girlfriend, gone so far as to dry-hump her as we called it, with clothes on. I had managed to fondle and even suck her tits one evening, and weeks later advanced to actually mutually masturbating one another to orgasm. But except for that very limited experience, I had done or experienced nothing more than that with anyone. So sitting here completely naked with Mrs. Steel was a new experience in and of itself. But as she had now also added playing with me to that list, I was already headed towards new heights, and totally unprepared or expert enough to understand what could or perhaps even should naturally happen next. Mrs. Steel thankfully took charge and sort of guided things along for me.

She continued to tease her self with the pool cleaner. That much was obvious as she continued to enjoy that, and perhaps also enjoying the fact that I now knew and understood what it was she was doing. Added to that of course were the wonderfully erotic sensations that she was giving me with her hand. She was very gentle, and it was that gentleness that had taken me to the very edge almost before I even realized it.

"Ah...ah. Mrs. Steel! Katie!" I near yelled then, feeling my impending orgasm, knowing full well that unless she quit what she was doing, and soon, she was going to have quite a mess and quite an unexpected surprise on her hands.

But what she did of course caught me off guard, and merely speeded up the process to its climatic finish. Instead of stopping as I half expected her to do, though I am not at all sure why I had even entertained that as an option, she placed her mouth over my cock instead, a completely new sensation, one in which I had never personally experienced. It was something I had only heard about girls doing, and only seen done in a few pictures in one of my fathers hard-core magazines I had at one time discovered secreted away in his closet.

Almost immediately of course, my cock throbbed and exploded with a torrent of cum gushing from the tip of it. My nuts seemed to turn themselves inside out, and I reached for her head, as the only actual source of anything to hold onto while I felt my body rapidly fold inside itself. Mrs. Steel somehow managed to continue sucking me however, even as my cock grew to incredible proportions within my mind, and I had the weirdest sensation of watching my cum suddenly exploding from out of her ears and nose as she continued to suck me dry. It was after all my very first blowjob, and as silly as some might think, I had absolutely no expectation of what something like that would actually feel like. The orgasm was so intense, so overwhelming, that I very nearly passed out from it. I saw stars, felt my toes suddenly cramp and curl upwards along with the sensation of my balls tightening and pulsating wildly.

Though I wasn't at all certain, I was fairly confident that Mrs. Steel had also experienced and enjoyed her own orgasm, brought on from the titillating pleasure of the pool cleaner and perhaps giving me the glorious blowjob itself. As I began to be a little more oriented and focused, I felt Mrs. Steel suddenly pulling me towards her in the pool. The feel of the cool water helped to refresh me considerably as I slipped into the water right next to her, but so did the feel of those magnificent breasts touching me, pressing against me as we stood holding one another. 

Normally after I had had an orgasm after masturbating, once that sensation had passed, the edge of excitement naturally diminished. Surprisingly for me, though I had only moments ago had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, my cock hadn't entirely deflated, softening only slightly. As we held one another, I found the interest and excitement was still there!

I didn't ask, didn't feel under the circumstances that I had to or needed to actually. But I cupped both of Mrs. Steel's breasts, feeling the weight of them in my hands, and began toying gently with them. She moaned, and that simple solitary sound had my cock racing back to another full-hard erection.

"Suck them Nick, suck my tits! It's... been... so... long!" She breathed in the sexiest most sensual sounding tone of voice I had ever heard. I ravished them then, alternating back and forth between them as I kissed, licked, sucked, and pulled on her incredibly thick fat nipples. Mrs. Steel continued to moan, coo, and whisper things too me that was having a definite effect on my own reawakened arousal.

"Oh Nick...Nick!" She said calling my name over and over. "Your hands feel so good on my tits!" She said, using that word instead of breasts, or even boobs. And hearing her say it like that, just put an extra special emphasis on the mood we were both once again feeling.

At that moment, I felt something once again stimulating me, and looked down to see she had the pool cleaner in her hand.

"You're going to like this," she stated, "I used to come out here and do this all the time. Even Steven never knew I did it, and I once did so while he was sitting over there talking to me while I did it too!" She laughed, remembering that time. "I always wanted to do this to him, but for some reason was too afraid to mention it, fearful that he would think it too kinky, too strange for his tastes. You don't do you Nicky?" She asked curiously.

Hell, I wasn't even sure what the word "kinky" actually meant, something weird, different, strange perhaps. But as she place the pool cleaner upon me, all those definitions took on a whole new meaning. I moaned by way of an answer. It was a pleasant sensation, fairly intense in its own way, and reminded me of many years earlier when I had once 'tried' using the vacuum cleaner hose on myself when I was early on exploring various self pleasuring techniques.

She didn't continue on with this too long however, I suspected she already knew that it wouldn't take very damn long to get me off using that. And obviously, Katie had other things in mind for a much slower, drawn out pleasuring of one another.

I had of course been fully content to enjoy fondling and caressing her breasts. Even then assuming, albeit somewhat stupidly, that if this was all I was permitted to do, I'd be a very, very happy young man in deed! I felt her hand guiding my hand however, and soon she placed it at the apex of her sex. Even under the water, standing as we were, she parted her legs slightly, and my finger easily found itself up inside her. Her pussy was slippery sweet, like the baby oil I sometimes used to jack-off with, but this was underwater, and was remaining slippery, which I found quite thrilling and quite exciting to be experiencing.

We stood fingering, jacking, and exploring one another in this way for quite some time. Eventually Mrs. Steel started rotating herself against my hand, my fingers still working in and out of her, but also as she had begun instructing me to do, I was now tenderly paying more direct attention to her clitoris, which I honestly didn't know very much about, only that what she was telling me to do, seemed to be giving her immense pleasure.

"Right there Nicky! Oh yes, just like that!" She urged me. Then she'd sort of rotate her hips, pressing herself against my hand, holding me closely to her. All the while, holding my dick in her hand as she jerked it, massaged it, or just simply squeezed the head. All these sensations, most of them new ones to me, were driving me wild with my own desires. And I was once again rapidly building towards another orgasm.

Moments later, I felt her tremble, even as I bent down to suckle one of her hard erect nipples. She semi collapsed against me, and had it not been for the buoyancy of the water, we'd have both probably tipped over backwards. Feeling, and then seeing her cum triggered my own. Once again as I stood there enjoying the sensation of her hand milking my pulsating prick dry, I swam in a sea of ecstasy right along with her.

#

It was late in the afternoon by this time. And though I really did have no desire to leave her, I knew that I would have to, as my mother had not expected me to be gone all day. I hurriedly dressed after that, and spoke briefly with Mrs. Steel ensuring her that I'd be back bright and early the next day to start on the other areas that still needed attention.

I noticed what I thought to be a slightly guilty looking expression on her face, but once I had assured her that I would be back, and grinning stupidly from ear to ear, she seemed to relax a little, giving me that same wonderful smile I had finally seen her give to me earlier that day.

I raced home whistling, excited beyond words and already anticipating the possibilities of what the next day might bring. I was starved of course, had three helpings at dinner, helped with the dishes without even being asked, and even though I had the whole evening ahead of me with absolutely nothing to do, and no place to go to do it, felt better than I had in weeks. Heading upstairs to my bedroom, I closed and locked my bedroom door, hanging out my "Do not disturb" sign, which was something my parents respected. And spent the next hour and a half in blissful self pleasuring, relieving over and over in my mind every explicit intimate moment that I had enjoyed with Mrs. Steel.

#

I arose bright and early the next day. I knew that Mrs. Steel would not even be awake by the time I arrived, but that was ok. I was intent on getting, as much of the yard work done as was possible before she even knew I was there. My whole purpose now wasn't in doing it to get paid, or even with hopes or expectations of anything remotely happening as it had the day before. I actually wanted to please her. And knowing how much she had loved the way her yard had once looked, I was determined to see that it looked that way again as soon as possible.

It wasn't even eight o'clock yet and I had already been feverishly working for two straight hours. Most of the shrubs and bushes that ran along the long curving driveway were now once again neatly trimmed and groomed. I was just hauling off the trimmings, already dripping with sweat. It was going to be another hot day as I reached up wiping away the sweat from my brow, when I saw her open the front door and wave at me. I figured she might come out and actually greet me, say something, but then to my surprise she went back inside closing the door. I finished up what I had been doing in the front, and then headed around to the backyard to start out there.

Nearly an hour later, she finally came out, carrying a tray of pastries and juice. Setting it on the patio table, she invited me over to have something to eat.

"Good morning Nick," she finally said. But I immediately noticed her tone and mannerism though friendly, definitely didn't have that husky almost lustiness that I had heard in it the day before. She was a lot more "formal" sounding with me as we sat talking about the weather, and about how good of a job I was doing. Not a word was spoken or even intimated of what had happened between us yesterday, and I immediately perceived that she wanted to keep it that way. Somewhat dejected, a little disappointed in fact, I chalked up the encounter to a moment of weakness for her. Obviously, unlike myself, she had spent the evening thinking about everything we had done too, but was now feeling remorse and guilt over it. The worse thing I could have done was to discuss it or remind her of anything we'd done. I soon after went back to work, and though I occasionally saw Mrs. Steel looking out one of the many windows facing the backyard, I didn't see her again until it was nearing lunchtime.

As noon approached, I had eventually stripped my shirt off as I was dripping sweat. Mrs. Steel eventually came outside with a plate of sandwiches and an ice-tea for me. I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't care for tea, but it went down well with the sandwiches. Once again however, Mrs. Steel had disappeared back inside the house and I was surprised that she hadn't even offered to sit out side and have lunch with me. By this time I was feeling pretty much like a heel myself for allowing things to have gone as far as they had. Going back to work, I did notice her come out and head over towards the Greenhouse. She had dressed herself in far less revealing clothing this time, which was another hint to me that there wouldn't be any repeat occurring of the previous day.

Katie had told me the day before that she wanted me to haul out the clippings, sweep the floor of the greenhouse once she had "dead-headed" and pruned the roses. I knew that in all likelihood, that's what she was busily doing now. After putting away some of the gardening tools I had been using, I then entered the Greenhouse carrying the large sweeping broom in order to do as she had asked me to do the day before.

Though she wasn't at all surprised to see me when I came in carrying the broom, she spoke to me in what could only be described as a very authoritative tone in her voice.

"When you've finished sweeping up, I'd like you to go along and fertilize the roses. I'll follow behind you with the watering can," she stated flatly. 

By the time I had finished sweeping and was beginning to fertilize the plants, I was feeling extremely uncomfortable myself. Already I was having second thoughts about continuing to work for her, not because of the money, or even because I didn't enjoy the work I was doing, simply because I was now feeling really bad about what had happened and what had obviously changed our relationship. 

Without turning around to even look at her, I could hear Mrs. Steel following behind me pouring water into the plants. The "silence" as they say was deafening, and I was beginning to hurry up the process in order to get out of there and head for home where I could reconsider ever returning back to work for her. I'd already decided I wouldn't even bother asking her for any "wages," hell...what I'd experienced with Katie was something I couldn't even begin to repay her for. And if anything, by my never returning back again, it would make it a whole lot easier for her to get over what had happened and finally perhaps forget that it even had. I was really feeling like a shit now, thinking about how her husband had just recently died, and how I had in some respects taken advantage of her lonely emotional state. And for that reason alone I knew that I would soon walk out the door and never come back.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I hadn't realized I had slowed down, or that she had nearly caught up to me as I worked. Already she was standing beside me pouring water into the plant I had just finished working the fertilizer into the soil of. Redoubling my efforts, I quickly finished that side of the table, and turned in the isle to start down along the opposite side. I then heard Mrs. Steel refilling the watering can and was glad that I'd have a little bit of a head-start to stay ahead of her.

With my hand in one pot, mixing and working the soil, I heard Mrs. Steel come up behind me. I was several plants ahead of her, so had not expected to feel her so closely standing behind me as she was, sensing her, I merely continued working with the expectation that she would move on down to the end of the table. 

Imagine my surprise at suddenly feeling her hands slipping around my waist. Her soft breasts pressed against my bare back, and realizing her breasts were bare as well. I felt her fumble with my belt, undoing it, and slipping her hand down inside my briefs. I was as soft as a limp noodle of course, and more than a little self conscious about that. I felt her turn slightly, her breasts sliding across my back as she did, reaching for something. In the next instant she was pouring the can of water down the front of my Khaki bush pants soaking them and me completely.

"I hear if you water frequently, things tend to grow better," she said teasingly. That "edge" that silky tone of lustiness once again etched into her sensual sounding voice.

Even the water felt sensually pleasurable, extremely erotic as she emptied the entire contents of the watering can down the front of my pants. Mrs. Steel, "Katie" had continued to hold on to my cock with one hand, slowly and ever so softly stroking and manipulating it, and all the while pouring the near ice-cold water over my cock at the same time. The combination of the two sensations, one hot, one cold, was extremely exciting, that, and feeling her breasts pressing against me from behind, her taut hard nipples biting into my back.

"I'm so sorry Nicky!" She said finally. "I know I've been treating you like shit all day long, but I was so confused. One moment I was berating myself for what I was doing. The next, remembering and wanting more, much more," she said breathlessly. "I had decided to somehow drive you away, you're being here simply too tempting for me to deal with, or control myself over. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was complicate things or hurt you in anyway."

I turned to face her, kissing her passionately. And for a moment, she returned my kiss with a hunger even more desperate than my own. Breaking away, she held me at arms length, it was hard not to stare at her exposed breasts, I wanted to once again capture them with my lips and make love to them exactly as I had done the day before.

"Nicky," I knew then that only she could ever call me that. Not Nick, but "Nicky". "I'm nearly fifty eight years old!" She stated. I am at least forty years older than you are, and have no business doing this, you're much too young for me, and should be 'experiencing' things like this with girls your own age!"

"But I don't want to Mrs., Katie," I corrected. "I haven't experienced anything even remotely like this with any girls. I have come close, but its always felt weird...clumsy even, like I don't know what I'm doing, because I don't...not really. But with you...it's...its different, nicer somehow. I feel more..."

"Are you telling me you've never been with a woman? Ever?" She asked interrupting me.

Now I really did feel silly and foolish. I was afraid she'd order me a way, learning now, and finding out just how inexperienced I really was. That, and confessing to be a virgin to boot!

"So what you are telling me is, you're still a virgin? You've never slept with another woman? Ever?"

I could only shake my head "no", afraid that with that admission she'd direct me to leave her at once. It was bad enough that she had allowed herself to get excited over being with me, but adding insult to injury, I was as inexperienced as all get out, and learning that, she'd realize I wouldn't have a single clue as to what a "man" would know how to do in pleasing a woman.

The laugh that came out then was not that all unexpected. I flinched at the sound of it, "Guess it could have been worse," I thought silently to myself. "She could have yelled at me to get out or something."

"Oh Nicky...my dear sweet Nicky. You have so much to learn. And so much that I'm going to enjoy teaching you!"

Having heard that, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Leading me by the hand, wet shorts and all; we soon left the greenhouse heading back inside the main house and up the stairway to her bedroom.




Mrs. Steel



"First things first," she said finally, "We both need a shower. And though I am sure your cock is all nice and clean after the little bath I gave it...the rest of us aren't. So your first lessons here is, some body odor's aren't sexy!"

We both hastily removed what remained of our clothing. Stepping into the hot steamy shower, we once again soaped each other thoroughly. I quickly applied a generous helping of liquid soap to Katie's breasts, using the slick lubricant, my hands slid over and around her fleshy boobs. The sensation of her soft skin filling my hands, the way my palms slid over her erect nipples, all slippery and soft, the feel of her legs and ass as I explored her and touched her, washing, soaping, caressing every square inch of her was intoxicating.

Even as I soaped and played with her, she also soaped and played with me, cupping one another's ass, soaping them, and as I felt her finger enter me, so did mine explore and enter her.

The lewdness in which we stood, touched, exploring one another was exhilarating. It was like stepping outside of myself to watch us touching one another. Hands groping, urgent, needy, fingers dipping inside her sex, fingering her wet slit all slippery and soft and heated. Her hand's slipping up and down my prick's skin, pulling it up as though trying to stretch it over the head of my cock, one hand caressing my ball-sack, sometimes her finger again fucking in and out of my ass while my own fingers alternated back and forth between her own openings. Soap and suds covered us, lathered us, but still the squishy sounds of our own juices as we produced them added to the passionate erotic sounds of our shower play. 

"Do you want to fuck me now?" She questioned.

Sure...I'd heard that word several times. Said it often enough myself when I was screwing around with my buddies. But hearing it said like that...it was the most beautiful sounding word I had ever heard. 

"Yes," I said weakly with a slight squeak. 

"Yes what?" She teased.

"Yes, I want to, make love to you." 

"Make love? No, not yet. You will make love to another woman someday. And then you may call it that. So...do you want to fuck me now?" 

"Yes." I attempted once again.

"Yes what?" 

"Yes Katie. I want to fuck you!"

We rinsed one another off, still a part of the foreplay we'd been enjoying together, and then stepping out of the shower, headed off into her bedroom without even bothering to towel off.

Katie stripped down the comforter, clean crisp white sheets appearing, and she lay down on the bed, brazenly spreading her legs where I got the first really good look at her womanhood. Unabashedly, reaching down, I watched her as she spread her pussy lips a part for me.

"This," she began. "Is my vagina. These..." As she spread her legs even further a part, now pulling on her rose colored pussy lips, "are my labia, inner, as well as outer," she said pointing them out to me as she pulled them a part and toyed with them at the same time.

"And this, this is my clitoris. This is for a woman a very highly sensitive organ, sometimes you can touch it directly, sometimes, it is far too sensitive, so you may only touch or caress it indirectly. If you listen to a woman, learn her movements, her signs, what she needs and when she needs it to be touched, you will learn her most intimate secrets. Remember that!"

"Now, come here to me."

I wasn't totally naïve, I had read a few books, seen several X-rated photos in fact, so I wasn't totally unaware of how things worked, and what was supposed to happen when they did. I immediately climbed onto the bed, grasping my cock and aiming it at her like a flaming sword about to slice through some magical barrier. Which for me in some ways it was. 

Katie saw what I was attempting to do and immediately closed her legs together, barring me from even approaching her any closer than I had done already.

"Oh Nicky, Nicky, Nicky. You can't just climb on and fuck a girl, you must learn how to prime the pump first." 

I know I was looking at her with a deadpan expression on my face. I had no idea what she was talking about, obviously my total lack of experience was well in evidence here, and I had no clue as to what it was I should have done, or should be doing now for that matter.

"Guys and Gals are different in more ways than just the obvious ones," she told me. "A man, a boy...." she said emphasizing the word, can easily get his rocks off with very little time and effort. But a woman isn't emotionally built that way. A woman needs you to take your time with her, she needs you to tease her and please her over a longer, much longer period of time. Trust me on this one. You may want to jump on and fuck a girl almost immediately, and perhaps for you, you'll actually enjoy it. But for her, for a woman anyway, she won't. A man needs to stimulate her, excite her, pleasure her and get her to the point where she is ready to experience an orgasm, however that might be accomplished. But the secret is being patient, and in doing so, you will also find that your own pleasures will be enhanced, more intense, and far more satisfying as well."

"So what do you want me to do then?" I honestly and sincerely asked her.

"Lesson number two," she stated with a wide devilish smile on her face. "Something that's called cunnilingus. And if you learn to do it right, and enjoy doing it, you will most likely find a woman to be far more receptive and willing to do similar things to you. Remember yesterday? When I put your cock inside my mouth and sucked it and licked it? Well that one's called fellatio. What the woman does. And so what the man does to a woman is called,"

"Cunnilingus!" I exclaimed happily finishing her sentence.

"Yes!" Katie beamed clapping her hands together, rocking back with a laugh.

"Eating pussy," I added trying to show her in the process I was at least somewhat knowledgeable of the subject

"Well yes, sometimes that's how it's referred to."

"Licking slit," I said continuing.

Katie laughed. "Ok enough! Enough lessons by the book. Now its time for the actual application of your continuing education."

I was grinning.

"Come here and eat my pussy!"

"Eat it? Or lick it?" I said crawling over to lie down between her once again outstretched legs.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you which one to do, and when."

I think in some ways, in some areas, there is a natural instinct borne in some of us to do something quite naturally with very little additional instruction. After only a short period of time, and although actually hearing Katie telling me to do this, or to do that, which was stimulating all by itself, I soon after began venturing out on my own. I delighted in the sensation as my tongue slid in and out of her pussy, circling and then sliding up and down her well lubricated labia both "inner" as well as "outer" lips as she'd informed me. I also visited...frequently her blood-engorged clitoris, which I had watched her expose with her fingers as she had pointed it out to me previously. I placed the very tip of my tongue against the pink shinny smooth surface, and with as light of a touch as I could manage, flicked the tip of it softly, slowly at first and then gradually increased the tempo as well as the pressure against it for a short period of time, again, at Katie's welcomed instruction. Reaching up across her, I had found her breasts, so wonderfully and erotically heaving against her chest. Here I traced along her curvature, explored the soft tender portion of each which rested against her chest, caressed her, and then ventured on towards her nipples, treating each one as though it were another clitoris, a hard-nubbed clitoris sitting atop each "tit", as she'd so provocatively called them. These, I touched, finger patted and sometimes rolled between two fingers, or squeezed gently whenever my mouth was doing likewise to the nipple-clit resting between her wet glistening slit.

"Oh Nicky!" She wailed and moaned softly. "You...are...a...fucking...natural!"

"Cunnilingilar?" I said, making up the word I thought might define for her what it was I was doing.

Katie burst out laughing, her legs coming together nearly locking my head in her vise-like grip. "Cunt licker. One very fast learning cunt eater!" she spoke brazenly.

"Hmmm pussy," I mouthed into her cunt even as I licked her and sucked on her clitoris over and over again.

"Shut up and lick me."

"Lick what?"

"My cunt. My pussy. My quim. Whatever you want to fucking call it. Just do it!"

"Lick it? Or eat it?" I continued.

But Katie simply groaned, pressing my head firmly against her soaked pussy, effectively shutting me up.

I had actually gotten Katie close to having an orgasm, but she made me stop, explaining that she wanted to prolong the excitement, which would eventually make her orgasm even stronger. She told me to still lay between her legs however, but now taught and told me how to explore her with my fingers. Putting one finger inside her, she told me how to move it, what it was I was feeling as I moved it around inside her. She told me how to insert two fingers and then "walk" them up inside her pressing against the front of her cunt like I was trying to reach her clitoris from the inside or "backdoor" as she called it.

Even doing this was exciting to me. There is something about a woman as I learned over the years who are comfortable using sensual or naughty words that is extremely exciting to me. And hearing Katie use them... speak them, all while I explored her and learned about her was an incredible experience.

I had also nearly brought her to climax with my fingers when she once again stopped me. 

"I am ready for you to fuck me now," she said finally. " But I want to trade places with you so I can control the action."

I quickly lay down on my back, watching as Katie moved over the top of me, posing herself and then sitting down on top of me. Even then she had not taken my cock and put it inside her as I had expected her to do. 

"You tell me if you're about to cum," she told me. And then proceeded to rub herself up and down the length of my cock without putting it inside her. The sensation was delicious, too delicious, and within mere moments of her doing this, I felt that special "tingly" start to happen deep inside my balls.

"Katie," I breathed. And she stopped moving herself against me, reaching down, squeezing my prick until the sensation went away. I reached up, attempting to fondle her large breasts, but she took my hands away.

"No. Not yet. If you do that, it won't help with what I'm trying to do for you here."

I didn't totally understand what it was she was trying to do as yet, but reluctantly allowed my hands to fall by my side instead of touching her or playing with her in anyway, though I was of course dying to! Once again, I came fairly close to orgasm, and Katie stopped, squeezing my dick firmly until the sensation ebbed away.

"Now, you should be able to go a little longer this first time. Though I imagine not too long even then. But you're young still," she left off saying. And I still wasn't fully cognoscente of what it was she was attempting to do here.

She did finally reach down and guide my cock into her. I was inside her before I even realized it, all slippery, warm and wonderful feeling. But she moved not even a fraction, as I lay buried deep inside her pussy. And to my surprise, not even moving I felt that sensation of exploding, just being inside her was such a heavenly sensation, that my prick wanted to explode right there and then. But Katie knew this too, without my even having to ask her, and quickly removed me from inside her, squeezing me once again.

She looked at me smiling, "That was close...."

I could only look back at her with apologetic eyes. I really had had no clue.

"It's ok, we're going to go slow, really, really slow. And if you do cum, don't worry about it, we have lots of time!"

When I was once again calm enough, Katie easily captured me with her cunt, not even needing to use her hand. We were both so "slick" and "juicy" that I was once again inside her without even realizing it. But this time at least, that feeling wasn't there already, and she moved up and down against me so slowly that I wasn't aware at first that she was moving.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. And she stopped fucking me.

"You gonna cum?" She questioned.

"Oh...no. It just feels so damn good! I can't believe this!"

Katie went back to moving herself up and down my stiff prick. The velvety feel of her, the heat and moisture was beyond anything I could have been prepared for. Even the few times I'd used baby-oil, or had stood under the shower letting the water masturbate me could not have prepared me for the way my cock was feeling inside her cunt.

I don't know why the "thought" suddenly came to me then either. "Katie, what if I cum inside you and...and...you get..."

"Pregnant?" She squealed, and burst out laughing, uncunting me in the process.

"I am way past the possibility of that happening. But you are right in one respect, we probably should have used a condom anyway, though since you are a virgin, or "were" she amended. "It would have been proper to use one for protection, and not for prevention of pregnancy. You probably will need to buy some in the future if you intend to become sexually active with any other women. Especially if you get involved with any other girls and 'we're' still doing it too!" She emphasized seriously.

"I don't have any other girlfriends," I stated almost feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, but you will Nicky. Especially if you treat them right and practice everything I'm teaching you about women.

Katie recaptured me and perhaps the initial worry and concern had been enough to really take the edge off, as we soon moved together in unison. The sensation was not quite as intense as it had been, allowing me to more fully enjoy the sensation and pleasure of her as we "fucked" together. I did feel those pleasures increasing of course, but at least I wasn't constantly on the verge of erupting inside her instantaneously either.

I did manage to last perhaps two or three minutes (that first time), and this time Katie made no attempt to stop anything from happening. If anything, she quickened the pace, driving herself fully on to me, obviously enjoying her own long nearly forgotten needs and desires. And this time when I reached upwards to fondle and caress her breasts, she allowed me to do so, and in fact encouraged it by placing her own hands atop mine and guiding my hands around her breasts at the same time.

She had been right about that point too. The moment I touched her, the eruption signaled itself as being just on the horizon, but again, Katie neither slowed, changed, nor did anything to stop it from happening.

"Oh Jeez Katie! Oh shit! Oh fuck!" I was pumping what felt like gallons of cum inside her pussy, and she continued to fuck me, thrusting her self deeply upon my discharging, rampaging organ. 

"Let it go baby, let it go! Cum for me Nicky! Enjoy it, feel it...let it go!"

She didn't need to coax me to do it; I was way beyond that point anyway. My cock felt like it was being peeled like a banana as I slid in and out of her. I actually wanted it to, thinking perhaps that she could tear my cock out by the root and I'd probably enjoy that sensation as well. What I was feeling was so intense, so extreme to me, that I could not have related it to any other previous orgasm I had ever experienced, though the quickie 'blowjob' I had received by Katie was a close second.

When there was finally no more to give, and when my cock actually did begin to deflate of its own accord, Katie slipped herself off of me and nestled down between my legs once again, gently and gingerly toying with my somewhat flaccid penis. She also caressed and stroked my balls, as though milking them and my cock from the last precious drops of whatever cock cream still remained there inside me.

She toyed and played with me like this for quite a long period of time. I was reasonably certain that I was 'finished' but again, Katie surprised me as after about twenty minutes, I was once again beginning to become aroused. When my penis actually began to harden, she then took it inside her mouth, in seconds I was as hard as a rock.

"This time, I will cum with you," she knowingly said.

Unlike before however, this time Katie was the one to lie on her back, and as I entered her in the missionary position, I was in far more control than I'd been previously, and having already experienced the incredibly erotic sensations of the way her cunt felt around my cock, I wasn't nearly as vulnerable to it as I had been that first time. She was still extremely wet too, and obviously very much aroused. As my cock slid in and out of her with slow purposeful thrusts, Katie again instructed me, cautioning me about going too fast, or doing too much. As she had said, "We have time Nicky, as much as we need."

I was able to perform considerably better than I had the first time. And because of Katie's own arousal level, she actually climaxed a split second just before I did. So we had in essence a simultaneous orgasm together.

"Now Nicky now!" She had cried out. And I felt her cunt clench tightly around my cock as I drove into her that split second afterwards, discharging my semen into her, holding it there, feeling my prick pumping its juice inside of her pussy as she in turn contracted around me. It was a strange sensation to me, feeling her cunt doing that, but I held it there momentarily, delighting in it, and then withdrawing slowly to plunge fiercely back inside her as I felt yet another ejaculate make its way up from my balls. 

We both collapsed after that. Lying atop her, nuzzling her breasts and kissing them, my cock slowly shrinking inside her to the point that it eventually slipped out of her without my having pulled away. Katie seemed to have liked that, as I had. Only then did she get up and head into the bathroom to freshen up and relieve herself.

"Nick, there is something I need to tell you," she began. And the alarm bells almost immediately started going off inside my head. Once again I was fearful that she was already having a remorseful reconsideration about our unplanned, unexpected relationship.

"You know I hadn't planned on any of this happening. But now that it has, and now that I have come to grips with it, and accepted the way I feel about it with you, I think I should tell you that I hope we can continue to enjoy one another like this for a while longer anyway. That is of course, as long as you feel the same way," she ventured.

Hearing her say that brought an overwhelming sense of relief to me. I wanted the same thing as well, and couldn't imagine wanting to ever stop doing it for that matter. But there was a "however" coming too...and she was about to tell me what that was.

"However, something I hadn't mentioned previously, because I didn't consider it important enough to tell you, especially since I didn't figure after today I would be seeing you anymore. And that is, my daughter and grand-daughter are coming for a visit this weekend, and will be here for a month staying with me."

Hearing the news, I felt like a balloon that had just been popped. Suddenly, all the delicious fun we'd just had, and which I now hoped to continue having, seemed to be grinding to a cruel halt.

"Kathryn, my daughter, went through a divorce from her husband two month's before my Steven died. Now that things are pretty much settled, she's coming out here to give me a hand in getting rid of a few things, and settling some of the aspects of the estate. Plus, she needs a little time away as well, and coming out here along with my granddaughter will make a nice visit for them both. I guess my point is this Nicky, I have NO intention of not enjoying you whenever it's possible for us to do so. But, and this is a BIG but for me. We will have to be extremely careful. So only when there is no chance, no possibility of us ever being discovered can we do anything. That means...while they are here, you will have to call me Mrs. Steel, and treat me no differently than you would your own mother. When we're alone...you can call me anything you like. I don't care. But unless we are...you mustn't put me in any compromising situations? Ok?"




Mrs. Steel



"You mean I can call you Mrs. Pussy then?" I teased her trying to lighten both the moment, as well as my own initial, unsubstantiated fears.

"When we're alone together, you can call me Ms. Pussy...or even Ms. Cunt if you like." She joked back at me. And then added once again seriously and cautioning, "But never ever if they are around us do you, or will you call me anything other than Mrs. Steel? Ok?"

"Ok," I answered her back just as seriously, and as respectful of her wishes as I could say it.

Watching Katie as she strolled back and forth across the room in front of me naked felt like the most natural thing in the world to be doing. Even I now felt comfortable lying there on the bed just as naked, and once again, just as limp as a wet noodle, that was, until she sat down in the chair across from me and began to masturbate. "Whenever you're ready Nicky darling," she spoke. A short time later, I was.

#

As it was already Thursday however, that meant that we'd only have one day left to ourselves. Katie gave me a key to the backdoor, informing me that I was to come in first thing in the morning and wake her. She told me that she enjoyed sex in the morning more than any other time of the day.

I arrived much later in the morning than I had been doing of course. The last thing I wanted to do was actually go to work and get all sweaty and sticky. Impatiently, I waited until nearly 7:30, and then walked the short distance to Mrs. Steel's home and let myself in through the back door. I wasn't sure what to expect as I headed up stairs to her bedroom, but the door was open, and as I rounded the corner and looked in, she was lying atop her bed, nude, smiling at me.

We spent several hours in bed together, exploring and rediscovering all the things she'd taught me already, those and several more as well. By lunchtime we were both famished, and went out back to eat out on the patio. Neither of us wore any clothing, and it was certainly a daring thing to even be doing. But it was our last day when something like that could even be done, so we decided to throw caution to the wind (a little bit) and enjoy a peaceful afternoon out by the pool, and eventually in the pool, naked.

By mid afternoon, we decided that I should at least do "some" yard work, that way at least I wouldn't have to lie to my mother about not having done something anyway. And though Katie hadn't told me we wouldn't have opportunity to be together after her daughter arrived, I also knew that whatever time we did have would never again equal these past few days. Going home that night, I felt melancholy, almost like when I had first moved here with my parents. A little sadness that things were once again going to change, and that there was very little I could do about it. There was one major thing however, Katie had given me an envelope with my first weeks pay in it, which meant I had a start towards the money I needed for my first car.

When I got home I raced upstairs to my bedroom and ripped open the envelope that Katie had given me. I was expecting no more than forty or fifty dollars at most, but what I found instead were ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. She'd also included a short note.

"Nicky...I remember you telling me you were saving up in order to afford to get a car. As we've already agreed, I said I would pay you one hundred dollars a week. So consider this advance on your salary sufficient to take you through most of the summer until you start school. We'll get together and renegotiate your new contract after that. Happy car hunting!"

"Mrs. Steel".

Stunned, I sat looking at all that money, more than enough for the car I had been looking at, but more importantly, by her having paid me in full for the summer, it meant that I would indeed be expected to return to her place to work off my debt. In a way, I liked the security of that, though I felt a little weird in accepting all this money at once. Still, it wasn't a gift and I would be expected to earn "Every penny" of it as Katie had once told me.

I knew that Katie was picking up her daughter and granddaughter from the airport fairly early in the morning. Even so, I went over to her house fairly early myself, just in time to see her pulling out of the driveway. She stopped briefly long enough for me to run over to her window where I gave her a "morning" kiss...and told her I'd have most of the things I hadn't gotten around to yesterday completed today for sure. She smiled longingly, and reminded me of our agreement. Once again the 'feeling' that things would certainly feel different from now on didn't sit very well with me, but at least she wasn't sending me away completely. We'd simply have to be careful and enjoy whatever time we did have together, if and when we did.

I soon after began working and had begun weeding the flower gardens out by the pool when the sounds of their arrival reached my ears. I had almost decided to call it a day and head home, not sure really if Katie even wanted me to be there, though she hadn't said anything to me about it previously. Still, I was unsure if she would introduce me as her "gardener" or something, and that thought brought me up short, as I didn't want to be looked at as the hired help, though in a way I certainly was.

I judged that they had been home for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, though no one had come outside. Nor did I really expect anyone to. I figured they'd all sit around visiting with Katie hardly having a thought about me working outside. Suddenly the backdoor opened and a young woman, long dark hair that fell way past her shoulders came out wearing a modest looking bikini, carrying a towel. When Katie had mentioned a granddaughter, I had pictured a little girl in pigtails for some reason, never asking, never wondering just how old this granddaughter of hers was.

She spotted me almost immediately. I was covered in dirt from weeding, and obviously streaks of it criss-crossed my face and nose as I had been continually wiping sweat from off my forehead and face all morning long. I knew I looked like quite a mess, and was now angry as well as a little embarrassed with myself for the way I looked. Even so I stood up to meet her as she approached.

"Hi!" She said warmly. "Nanna told me that I might find you out here," she said. "She and mother are inside fixing some lunch, told me to come out and tell you to get washed up as it should be ready in a few minutes. Oh, by the way, my names Kathy."

She extended her hand towards me, but I looked at my dirt-crusted hand, grimy fingers with more dirt beneath my nails than there was in the ground.

"Let me wash up first. I'd hate to shake hands with you at the moment as dirty as I am."

"Suit yourself, a little dirt never hurt anyone Nanna always says." Kathy turned around heading towards the swimming pool. I watched that luscious tight firm ass of hers move sensually beneath the skimpy suit she was wearing when suddenly it dawned on me.

"Nick!" I yelled out after her as she walked away. "Stupid idiot!" I said to myself realizing I had failed to give her my own name.

She turned, smiling at me and then winked. "Yes, I know," she said softly. 

Obviously Katie had said something to them about me, including what my name was. I was sure she had done so as then it wouldn't appear to by any kind of unexpected surprise for them to have found me working there. But it had also accomplished something else for me as well. I didn't feel like she was excluding me, or feeling uncomfortable about my being there. And that perked my spirits up immensely.

I washed off using the hose outside to get the worst of the dirt off before heading inside to finish up. Watching Kathy swimming around in the pool, I saw a considerable likeness in her face and features like a younger version of her grandmother. The thought that maybe Katie looked a lot like Kathy did when she was younger was a pleasantly interesting thought. And as attractive as she was, I immediately reminded myself that any thoughts towards Kathy in any way shape or form would be a very dangerous situation to even consider exploring. I would be nice, cordial, even friendly. But I made a promise to myself right then and there that I wouldn't under any circumstances pursue anything with her.

I entered the kitchen and immediately spotted Katie, "Mrs. Steel" I reminded myself, as she was preparing a tray to bring outside for lunch. A quick glance around told me her daughter, Kathryn wasn't anywhere nearby.

"Let me wash up, and then I'll help you with that, Mrs. Steel," I offered addressing her more formally. 

Katie glanced towards the stairs down the hallway which told me her daughter was obviously upstairs in one of the bedrooms. "You don't need to call me that when we're alone," she stated. "Kathryn's getting changed and will come out and join us in a few minutes. I assume you met my granddaughter Kathy?"

I was careful to respond to her in such a way as to not sound as excited as I actually had been when I first met her.

"Yes, she came out and introduced herself to me. Told me that lunch would soon be ready so I thought I'd better hurry inside and get cleaned up."

Katie gave me a curious look, but said nothing more and finished preparing the food tray.

"Well when your finished washing up, you can bring out the fresh pitcher of lemonade I just made. See you outside then." 

I stood at the sink washing off the rest of the dirt and looking at Katie through the kitchen window. Kathy was only then climbing out of the pool and heading over to help her set things out.

"You must be Nick."

I jumped. I hadn't heard Kathryn come down the stairs, nor into the kitchen as I'd stood washing my hands. I saw her look past me out the window.

"That's my daughter, Kathy." 

Obviously she had assumed that I was staring out the window at her daughter, and only then realized that it must have appeared that way.

"Yes, we met a few moments ago, but my hands were dirty and I didn't shake her hand, and forgot to tell her my name..."

I realized what I was beginning to sound like, and shut up almost immediately looking away from her and down at my feet. Only then did I realize my shoes were also dirty and that I had tracked mud in through the backdoor.

"Shit!"

"What?" Kathryn asked looking around.

Realizing I had just sworn in front of her, I felt stupid. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to cuss, I just realized I have tracked mud into Mrs. Steels kitchen." I was at least aware to refer to her properly, though I had already made a fool of myself by cussing out loud.

"Oh, don't worry about it. We'll sweep up after lunch," she said, immediately putting me at ease. "I used to track mud in all the time. But like mom's always said..."

"A little dirt never hurt anyone!" We said together simultaneously. And then stood there laughing.

With all the commotion and such, I hadn't really gotten a good look at Kathryn until now. She was wearing a bikini that was far more revealing than the one her daughter was wearing. Her breasts were nearly as large as Katie's were, and a considerable amount of that tit flesh was exposed, peeking out of the tops of her near too small bikini. Though her hair was stylishly cut in a much shorter fashion than Katie's and certainly her daughter's. It was just as dark in color with only a few strands of silver streaks showing through in the morning sunlight. She was a very attractive looking woman and I couldn't begin to imagine the fool who had divorced her.

Soon after I carried out the pitcher of lemonade and Kathryn followed me with the glasses. We immediately joined Katie and Kathy at the table, and as lunch progressed, I became more and more comfortable. No one treated me as I had feared, and if anything, I almost felt like a welcome member of the family. We laughed, joked, Katie shared experiences of Kathryn's growing up, and then Kathryn shared similar ones of Kathy's earlier escapades which I soon saw was embarrassing her tremendously. And I loved it.

After lunch, and after I had gone back inside to clean up my own mess, Katie informed me that she and Kathryn were heading off to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Though Kathy had been invited to go along, she declined and opted to stay and continue swimming. Katie told me I could go ahead and knock off for the day, adding I was welcome to run home and grab a suit in order to swim in the pool as well. Her "hint" and once again reminding me that I shouldn't mention anything about wearing a pair of her husbands trunks, was an obvious reminder to be careful about what I said, especially around Kathy while they were gone.

They had barely left by the time I returned, and soon after joined Kathy in the pool. I had learned during lunch that she and I were the same age and would both be graduating from school the following year. 

"Be right back," she announced suddenly, and I watched her disappear into the house briefly. Moments later, she returned and sat down on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She then produced a thin rolled joint, and immediately lit it up inhaling deeply and holding the smoke into her lungs. She offered it to me, but I declined shaking my head no.

"You never smoked grass?" She questioned me, still half holding her breath as she spoke.

Again I shook my head no. Had never even been around anyone who had, let alone seen anyone who actually had any. 

"You never get high then?" She finally said letting the air in her lungs out. And the acrid aroma of the pungent smelling weed tickled my nostrils.

"I've gotten a little tipsy on beer," I said half-heartedly. "But have never even been around anyone who's actually smoked marijuana before."

"It always makes me horny," she said shocking the shit out of me with this unexpected revelation. She took another deep drag on the joint, holding it in, holding it out towards me. This time I took it.

Holding it, and inhaling it the way I'd seen Kathy do it, I immediately broke out in a coughing fit and listened to Kathy laughing hysterically.

"Took me a while to get the hang of it the first time too!" She said still laughing. "By the way...you going with anyone?" 

"If you mean do I have a girlfriend? No. I used to, last summer, but we just moved here in fact and I haven't really met anyone yet."

Kathy seemed to take some time thinking about that for a moment, taking another deep pull on the joint, which had burned down nearly to nothing by this time. "So, you a virgin?"

Once again I started coughing without having even taken a second drag on the small stub she was holding out towards me. This time I shook my head "No thank you" without saying it, and finally managed to verbally respond to her.

"No. I'm not in fact." I said truthfully. And then thought...."Oh if you only knew!" Then I looked at her curiously and asked, "What difference does that make anyway?"

"No difference. Just curious." Was all she said, and then stood up suddenly. She reached around behind her discarding the top of her bikini, followed by her bikini bottom's as she quickly and easily pulled them down and stepped out of them.

"Kathy. What are you doing?" I exclaimed in total surprise. "What about your mom and Katie? They could come back at any moment!"

"Katie?" She said then looking at me. "You have a thing for Nanna?"

Overcome with fear I backtracked as fast as I possibly could trying to redirect the subject.

"Your mom, Mrs. Steel, if they come home and see you like this, see me, I could lose my job or something!" I stammered out at her.

She was still looking at me with a curious expression on her face however, but finally let me off the hook. "Don't worry. I have always been able to hear them when they drive up. We'll have plenty of time to get dressed before they catch us."

"Us?"

"Yes, us!" She stated pointedly.

Kathy's breasts weren't nearly as large as either her mothers, or Katie's, but they were certainly beautiful. Seeing her slowly walk down the steps into the pool, so carefree so uninhibitedly was any young man's fantasy. Only this one was real. Her pinkish nipples were hard-tipped and firm. Though not nearly as thick or dark in color as were Katie's nipples, they nevertheless were breathtaking to stand there looking at. She took her time descending down the steps into the pool too. Plenty of time for me to also notice the thin neatly trimmed strip of her dark pubic hair that rose up from between her legs as she moved.

"Oh. I'm not either," she said finally diving into the water and swimming over towards me.

I waited until she broke surface and stood right beside me nearly touching. "You're not what?" 

"A virgin silly."

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say, or even how to respond to that so I didn't. But I wasn't about to go anywhere or do anything with her either. The thought of Katie and Kathryn coming home to find the two of us like this was frightening. At least I didn't have a hard-on to worry about trying to conceal or cover up. I was too nervous for that.

In the next instant Kathy suddenly ducked under water and I felt my swim trunks suddenly yanked down around my knees. Once again she broke surface, facing me. "You didn't think I was going to let you get away with keeping your trunks on did you?"

I was about to reply to that one when suddenly the feel of her hand clasping me under the water shocked me back into reality.

I actually did pull away from her. "Kathy!" Was all I managed to say however, I was too tongue-tied to say anything else. Especially as my eyes had locked on to the twin spears of perfection bobbing there on the water in front of me.

"What?" She said with a totally innocent looking expression on her face.

"You know damn well what!" I shot back at her.

"Oh. And you don't want to touch me either I suppose? Don't want to feel my boobies, or touch my pussy I guess huh?"

"I didn't say that."

"So you would like to then huh?"

"I didn't say that either."

"No, but your body sure is saying that," she said pointing at me. Even under the water it was obvious I was growing an erection.

Once again she stepped over towards me. "Like I said. Grass makes me horny."

Suddenly she stopped, turning her head towards the house. "Ooops. Saved by the bell!" She stated. "They're back!"

Luckily my trunks were still wrapped around my legs, so it took only a moment for me to yank them back up. I watched Kathy walking just as slowly back up the steps as she had done when she'd walked down them. I was mentally urging her to hurry up, scared to death at this point that Katie and Kathryn would suddenly come bursting through the back door seeing her standing there like that. It was frustrating to see her slowly put her bottoms back on, and finally her top. Looking at me the entire time with the most mischievous expression on her face that I had ever seen on a woman before.

"Next time," she said then, and turned heading into the house.

Thankfully the next few days passed without any further incidents. Either the women were always hanging around one another, or Kathy and I at least were never alone. But the same was holding true for Katie and I as well too. And as she had previously warned me, neither one of us winked, smiled or even dropped subtle innuendos even given the opportunity to do so. I was beginning to think we never would have the opportunity to do anything until they left. And worse, where Katie and I were never saying or doing anything, Kathy on the other hand had been teasing me unmercifully. She had twice flashed me, showing me either one or both breasts within sight of Katie or her mother who could easily have seen her doing that and gotten us both into a hell of a lot of trouble.

Finally one afternoon I heard Kathryn telling her mother that she and Kathy were going into town to do some shopping. I waited patiently outside working in the greenhouse until I saw Katie come through the door. Almost immediately she removed her blouse and revealed her bare breasts to me. I nearly ran to her, cupping one, and leaning down to suckle and kiss the other as we stood there hugging and then frantically helping one another to remove the rest of our clothing.




Mrs. Steel



"How long?" I asked.

"Not long. Maybe an hour."

"Your bedroom?" I asked.

"No, I just made the bed, no time."

"Where then?"

"Here!"

"Here?"

"Yes here!"

Katie dropped to her knees before me, almost immediately she drew my rapidly stiffening cock inside her mouth and began sucking it urgently.

"Don't cum yet."

"I won't"

Sucking it harder, faster.

"Don't cum yet."

"I...won't." I said fighting it.

She was devouring me now, my balls already felt like they were about to burst. "Don't cum!"

"You gotta stop then, I'm about too! Too close!" I pleaded saying. It had felt too good. Way too good.

"Eat me."

Katie finally released me, jumping up on the end of one of the tables nearly knocking over one of her potted plants in the process. Now it was my turn to kneel and I did so, her pussy perfectly positioned in front of me. I licked her, tasted her sweet juices and as hungrily as she had attacked me, I attacked her.

"Don't cum yet," I mouthed into her pussy.

"Shut up and lick me."

And lick her I did. I teasingly lapped up and down that sweet tasting pussy furrow of hers, stopping occasionally to lightly suck her clitoris between my lips, gently chewing it and then sweeping it with a rapid flurry of butter-fly flicks against it. Back and forth I changed techniques, tactics until Katie was thrashing around on the table in the throes of pure blinding lustful passion.

"Oh yes...Oh yes Nicky! Lick it baby, lick it honey. Right there, just like that, oh my god yes! Now baby...Noooooooooooow!" She wailed as her orgasm over took her and washed her away in wave after wave of ecstasy.

My face was saturated with her juices. Her cum was sticky sweet and smeared all over my face. I could smell her essence on me, and it was an aphrodisiac that soon had my own cock throbbing and bobbing involuntarily with a need of its own.

We switched places, laying on the table, I could feel the wetness that she had left there soaking into my back. Once again she began sucking me and pumping my cock slowly with her hand as she twisted my prick in one direction, and sucked the head of my cock, twisting it in another.

"Don't cum yet," she breathed around my cock.

"Shut up and suck me." 

She did.

And I came.

Afterwards we hurriedly dressed. It had been no more than a half an hour at best. But by now I could see she was nervous, looking around and glancing up as though expecting them to come walking through the greenhouse door at any moment and catching the two of us like we'd both just swallowed canary's. The room smelled of sex too, hers and mine, and we quickly departed after that leaving the door open behind us.

We both decided then that it might be best if I was to call it another early day. And though if they did come home, we would both look and appear presentable enough, Katie was still flushed with excitement and passion. She teased me by telling me she was going upstairs to her room to enjoy another orgasm while using her vibrator. Having heard that, I ran home to my own room knowing I would have some privacy as well before my parents got home from work. Masturbating furiously while relieving the greenhouse experience, I was surprised when thoughts of Kathy walking in and joining us added to the pleasure of my fantasy. 

A solid week passed without any opportunity for Katie and I to get together and do anything. Twice during that time however I was almost sure that Kathryn had spotted her daughter flashing me, though she never indicated she had, nor mentioned anything that ever got back to me. Needless to say, Kathy's almost constant flirting and teasing was having an effect on me. I was enjoying it, and looking forward to seeing her, but the promise I had made to myself was something I intended to stick with, though I had made no such promise regarding my own private fantasies of her.

Kathryn had mentioned that she wanted to go down to the local area 'Gardens' store to pick up some decorative rocks and flowers to replace the one's that had died from neglect. It would also give us the opportunity to see what condition Mr. Steel's truck was in as it was one of the things Kathryn was looking into in eventually selling. The only problem was, it was a stick shift and no one (except for myself) had ever driven a stick before. I of course volunteered to drive, I might not have a car yet, but I certainly had a drivers license, and eagerly stated I was more than willing to give the old truck a test-drive and in the process use it to go and pick up the things Kathryn wanted to get for the yard.

We were gone about two hours and returned to find a note left from Katie stating that she and Kathy had gone on some errands of their own together and would be back late that afternoon. Kathryn and I had nearly finished unloading the truck. I was walking behind her while she was carrying a flat of Petunia's she was planning to plant out back near the pool area, when she miss-stepped twisting her ankle and fell down hard against the paved rock path. I immediately ran over to her, she was laying there her face grimacing with pain, and it was evident she had cut her knee when she fell as it had a semi-deep cut and was oozing blood. 

Eventually I managed to help her to her feet, but it was obvious that she couldn't walk without my help either. As her knee obviously needed attention, I quickly escorted her into the house while supporting her as we limp-hobbled into the kitchen area. I quickly helped her to sit down and ran upstairs to Katie's bathroom where I knew she kept the medical supplies. Returning, I washed Kathryn's wound, applied some disinfectant to it, and then applied a small bandage. Once it was cleaned up, we both realized it looked a lost worse than it actually had been.

"Thank you for helping me Nick," she stated. She tried standing, but it was obvious her ankle was the worst injury, as she still couldn't put any weight on it. 

"Do you think you can help me get upstairs?" She asked me. "I think maybe I should get in the tub and soak this for a while."

"Sure, no problem." And so I helped her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Once we got there however, we both realized she'd also need help getting into the bath. Kathryn sat on the edge of her bed and I went into the bathroom to fetch her bathrobe as well as get the water running in the tub. As an afterthought, I sprinkled in some bubble bath for her as well, tested the water to ensure it wouldn't be too hot when she got in, and then went back inside the bedroom. 

She unzipped her jeans, looked up at me, and I quickly turned around facing away from her. Obviously she didn't need my help undressing. Just walking. I thought I briefly caught a smile on her face, but took it to mean: "Ok, I think you better turn around now." Which of course is what I did.

I glanced up however and immediately caught her reflection in the dresser mirror. She had pulled her jeans and panties off, and was just pulling her tee shirt up over her head. I glanced away just as her lacy-clad bra appeared which barely covered her full breasts.

She managed to get her bathrobe on and then I heard her tell me it was ok to turn around now. With her leaning on my shoulder, we half walked, half hopped her into the bathroom. Arriving near the nearly full tub that was filled with bubbles by this time, I was preparing to leave when we discovered there was no way she could get into the tub by herself without my help.

"Oh well. It's not like you've never seen a naked woman before," she said suddenly, and with that, she pulled off the robe letting it fall to the floor. I tried not to look, at least not directly, but it would have been impossible not to under the circumstances. Easing her down into the tub, my arm came into direct contact with one of her breasts, grazing it and pressing against one of her nipples. Neither of us said anything however, and she was soon comfortably resting inside the tub, concealed now by all the bubble's I had fortunately thought about putting in there for her.

"Ok...guess I'll leave you alone for now," I stood up and was preparing to leave the bathroom.

"Nick? I'm sure I won't be in here that long, and I'm obviously going to need your help getting out of the tub too. Why don't you sit down and we can sit and chat while I soak my ankle?"

She was right of course, and so I took the only available seat in the house and sat down on it facing her. "How's it feeling anyway?" I asked, feeling a little shy and uncomfortable sitting here in the bathroom with her like this.

"It still hurts, but I'm sure after I've soaked it, and maybe after we wrap it with something it will feel a lot better."

"I think Katie's got an elastic wrap in her bathroom," I offered. "I'll go and get that for you after you get out."

Kathryn was looking at me, a small little smile spreading across her face. "You seem to know your way around mom's house pretty well." 

Once again alarm bells sounded in my head, and I sat there trying to think of some reasonable explanation for why I knew so much without raising any suspicions.

"And another thing. After dad died, mom went into a real funk. I could tell she was moody and depressed over the phone. It was one of the reasons I decided to come out here and stay with her a while. When I got here however, she was more like her old self than I remembered seeing her in a long, long time, even before dad died."

I was listening to her of course, but was beginning to feel cornered for some reason. And thoughts of suddenly standing up and bolting out of the bathroom were becoming very real to me.

"Mom has always been a very sexual person. I've known that about her for years. And was glad for it as we had a very open relationship about it, and were even able to discuss things like that with one another. So I know that when she was "getting it" she was a lot happier and as I said...more like her old self."

I swallowed hard, still looking at Kathryn as she sat in the tub, but saying nothing. She even sat up a little and the tops of her breasts rose up out of the water. Though the soap bubbles were clinging to them, still partially concealing them, I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts. Of course, I didn't want to look directly into her face either out of fear that she would see the truth of what had been going on with her mother in my eyes.

"I couldn't understand it at first," she continued, "Then I realized that maybe she had been seeing someone. I even asked her if she had been. She'd always been open and honest with me about things like that before, but she denied that she was. Still the fact that she was always smiling, especially lately, has been puzzling me. Until now anyway."

"Here it comes." I thought. Panic now starting to seize me in a firm grip.

"And I just realized, sitting here. You seem to know your way around the house pretty well. And there have been other things too. I know for a fact that Kathy likes you. I've seen her teasing the hell out of you over the last while, have even seen her flash her tits at you, which was something I was going to talk to her about, but decided against it as I do remember being her age once. But, you've not made any effort to tease her back, or flirt with her that I've seen anyway. And Initially I figured that maybe you simply didn't like her or something. And I thought that was odd, as the two of you do seem to get along fairly well together otherwise. Basically...what I am asking is..."

I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Are you fucking my mother?"

I nearly did too after I heard her say that. But she was laughing, nearly crying and I finally did look up into her face with panic, fear, surprise, and every emotion possible telling her the truth of it without uttering a single word.

"Don't worry Nick. I won't tell her that I know about the two of you. In fact, I'm actually glad you two have been, it's helped mother get out of her funk better than anything I could have done or thought of myself!"

I felt a little better after hearing her say that...but not much. I still felt a little sheepish and guilty that I had let things become known so damn easily.

"So is that why you haven't put any moves on Kathy then?" She continued.

It was out in the open now, so I felt like there was no use in hiding it any longer either. "Yes, it is!" I stammered. "And it's been really difficult for me, because I do like Kathy, very much. But I also like Katie very much too!" I added.

Once again Kathryn laughed. "What about me?" She said teasing me now, and making everything that much worse. "Don't you like me as well? Even a little bit?"

Once again I looked down at her near fully exposed breasts. They were every bit as lovely as either Katie's or Kathy's and frankly, I had for several days now been including all three women in my private "home" fantasy's.

"Well yes...of course I do," I managed to finally stammer out. "But I wasn't about to tell you that, I really would have looked like an idiot then, even more than I do, or more than I know I am sounding like now!"

Kathryn continued to laugh, giggling in fact. Obviously she was enjoying this at my expense.

"Maybe I had better leave," I told her seriously. "I'm sure that Katie and Kathy will be home soon, and they can help you better than I can. I'm not sure I should be here any longer, especially if they do come home. I'd hate for them to find me here, that would make things even worse than they already are."

Kathryn finally quit laughing. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make you feel bad or upset you. Like I said, I'm actually delighted to finally discover what it was that has been making mom feel better about her self. And now that I know what it is, I can quit worrying about her. Come on, help me get up out of the tub, I'm turning into a prune here."

There was no way around it, so I placed one arm beneath her breasts and the other on her arm in order to help support her as she helped me to raise her up out of the tub into a standing position.

"Grab a bath-towel for me. You'll need to help me dry off here while I lean on you."

Moments later I was rinsing soap bubbles off her, followed by drying off her feet and legs with the towel. She had nearly an identical looking strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair that her daughter had, but unlike Kathy's I was looking almost directly at hers.

"Do you like the way it looks?" She stated suddenly, catching me off guard completely. I had paused momentarily when looking at it I know. Her pink pussy lips were only inches away from my face as I had knelt toweling off her legs, and I was almost sure she had spread her legs for me slightly when drying her, so as to reveal them a little more so than she had been. And now...I was fairly confident that she had.

With one leg still inside the tub, and her sprained ankle resting on the edge of the tub, and her hand sitting atop my shoulder for support while I dried her off, her wide open pussy was spread invitingly right before my eyes. 

"You and mother have an agreement don't you?" She questioned.

"Ah huh," I was able to say; still mesmerized by that incredible looking pussy I was now staring directly into.

"Then I think that you and I can have one too."

I couldn't believe I was hearing what I had just heard. 

"Unless of course you don't want to."

"I really don't want to cause any problems between you and your mother," I weakly replied. "And I really do like working here. What if she ever found out?"

"I promise you. We'll be as discreet about it as you and mother have been. We'll never do anything, or say anything in front of mother, or in front of Kathy either. But, you'll need to quit being so distant from Kathy too, or she'll eventually begin to suspect something, unless you convince her you really don't like her. But then that will make working here very unpleasant for you anyway. So I recommend if you really do like Kathy, that you show her you do. Mom will understand, after all, the two of you are more suited together anyway. And I am hoping that you realize, this for mother, and myself as well, is just a little something to get us both out of our funks and get on with our lives. So, do you think you can handle that, or not?" 

And I answered her by sticking my tongue inside her pussy as she stood there still leaning against me.

"Oh, you're going to have to get me into the bedroom if you're going to do that! I won't be able to stand here with any strength on this ankle otherwise."

Helping her into the bedroom, Kathryn spread herself comfortably out on the bed.

"What about Katie and Kathy?"

"I'm sure they won't be home for a couple of hours yet. And besides, we'll hear the garage door open if and when they do. You'll have plenty of time to go down stairs and be waiting for them and tell them what happened if they do."

Kathryn lay back on the bed, legs spread, inviting. I crawled up between them and lightly began licking her.

"Oh my! Mother has been teaching you well!"

Though it was a little strange hearing her say that, I felt more than a little proud too. Her velvety lips were already juicy, her sweetness bathed my tongue and I licked her as though a bear to a beehive digging for honey. She was squirming slightly, moaning with her fingers mussing my hair and holding me to her as though afraid I would suddenly jump up and leave her hanging like this.

"Oh...Oh...Shit...Nicky!" Now that was strange! Hearing her call me Nicky was more than a little creepy. Kathryn was a slightly younger version of her mother to be sure, and of course Kathy...a younger one still. And here I was...licking Katie's daughter, licking her cunt and loving every precious minute of it. I knew without a doubt I'd feel guilty as hell afterwards, and hoped that I wouldn't "look" guilty as well. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, and could only hope that unlike I had been able to do with Kathryn, I would at least be able to keep our relationship a secret.

Even her clitoris was similar to Katie's and sucking, licking it, I was reminded of her, so that in a way, I was licking them both.

"Hmm, Nicky, that feels so fucking good! You have no idea how long it's been!"

There was one slight difference between them. Though Katie truly loved the way I went down on her, it usually took quite a while for me to get her off orally. I am sure that it was simply because she enjoyed making it last, thus having me slow down frequently when I was licking her pussy. Kathryn on the other hand was well on her way to experiencing an orgasm, and had no intention of making me stop or slow down.

"Oh yes...Oh yes...faster, lick it faster Nicky. Lick my clit! Lick it...lick it...LICK IT!"

Before I knew what was happening, Kathryn was cumming all over my face. Her juices suddenly quadrupled it seemed, and a literal river of pussy juice was wonderfully bathing my face. Additionally, Kathryn still continued holding my head, face pressed, mashed actually against her cunt as she came. But that was all right by me, I loved being there. Even as her orgasm finally began to subside, I continued licking her, though considerably slower and softer. "Mother taught you to do that?" She said teasingly, but not without a little awe and surprise in her tone of voice.

"I guess you could say that. But she also said I sort of took to doing it quite naturally."

"Hmmm, I bet. And what else did she teach you to do? Never mind. I'll find out for myself. Come here!"

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do exactly, and thought she was indicating for me to "climb on board" as it were.

"No, no. Come up here!"

I still wasn't sure what it was she wanted me to do, and I guess by the look of confusion on my face she realized that.

"You've never fucked a woman's tits I assume?"




Mrs. Steel



I shook my head no. Honestly, it was something I had never even considered doing before. Climbing up to sit lightly on her chest, Kathryn took both breasts in her hands and surrounded my stiff aching cock with her tit-flesh. 

"I think your going to enjoy this," she said.

I hadn't even done anything yet, and already I was enjoying it. Just the "vision" alone of my cock sandwiched between those twin mounds of perfectly molded flesh was enough to satisfy me. I could have sat there forever without even doing anything but looking at my dick resting there between her tits.

Squeezing my cock, Kathryn easily produced a pearly drop of pre-cum, did so again, producing yet another. With this, she slickened my prick with her hand.

"Now...fuck my tits," she said, once again holding them together encompassing my hard throbbing prick between them.

I titty-fucked her for several heavenly minutes. "Now, scoot up a little so I can suck it too!"

I was all for that, and easily moved up, though forcing to lean over her head and hang on to the headboard of the bed as Kathryn's lips began kissing and tickling the head of my dick without fully drawing it all the way in yet.

"Oh damn that feels good Katie," I said. And then as the horror struck me that I had just called her by her mother's name, I immediately sat back, forcing her to relinquish my cock in the process. "Oh Kathryn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to call you that!"

"Don't worry about it she said. Actually, I take that as a compliment in a way. It's nice to know I can finally do something as well as my mother can," she giggled, the tension suddenly passed. "But you'd better be careful about saying my name the next time your fucking mother, or worse, Kathy."

I was stunned by that one. "Kathy and I haven't..."

Katherine laughed interrupting me, "Oh, given time Nicky, I'm sure the two of you will, if you want to that is. I know for a fact that she does. Like I said, she's already told me she likes you, and has been a little confused by your aloofness towards her. She's pretty sure you like her too, and because of that, hasn't been able to figure out why you haven't made any moves on her yet. So take some advise. If you are interested, you'd better tell her, or at least do something to show her you might be interested anyway. Or she will begin to suspect something else is going on. And don't worry; I'll have a little chat with mother to warm her up to the eventuality of that. She's wise enough to know and understand that the fun you two, and now the three of us are enjoying could only be a temporary situation. You're young, and so is Kathy...and who knows?"

Hearing her tell me all that lessened the guilty feeling I was already experiencing being with her, but at the moment, I couldn't imagine NOT being with Katie either. Making love with her, (as I now felt it was we were doing) was something I couldn't conceive of not doing.

"Now, where were we anyway?" Kathryn reminded me. And I once again moved upwards so I could enjoy the wonderful sensations her lips were causing my cock to feel. "Oh, I don't suppose you have any condoms with you do you?" She asked.

"No, sorry. I wasn't exactly expecting anything like this to happen."

"I suppose not. That's ok though, I'll make sure to stop and pick some up for the next time we get a chance to be together. I don't think it would be a very wise idea for me to get pregnant, and since I'm no longer taking the pill, the chance of that is a little too risky to ignore. So I guess I'll just have to treat you to a nice oral climax like the one you gave me. Sound fair?"

"More than!" I exclaimed happily, already sliding my cock back inside her warm and inviting mouth.

Kathryn's lips were driving me insane. She was certainly an expert at cock-sucking, not that I didn't enjoy it when Katie did it. It was just different feeling, and exciting in its own way. I was getting closer and closer to my own orgasm, and Kathryn sensed it, finally taking her mouth away from my cock.

"Don't cum in my mouth, not this time anyway. I want to watch you cum this time, so we'll leave that for another time. But I really want to see your prick squirting baby...like I said, it's been a while."

"Where...do....you...want me to cum?" I breathed, only then just managing to actually control the orgasm I was on the verge of having anyway.

"Oh...I'm sorry, you were really close weren't you?" She laughed, jacked me then and said. "Cum on me anyplace you like Nicky, I just want to watch you spurt!"

Just her saying that was enough to trigger it, that and the way her hand was now stroking my cock with a perfect cum-triggering motion as she jacked it up and down the way she was. I couldn't even warn her that I was, it was just suddenly there, and the first hard felt ejaculate exploded from the tip of my cock shooting off a long white ribbon of my spunk to splash against the side of her face, up into her hair, and across the top of her pillow.

"Ahh...ahh...fuck!" I managed to say, just as the second explosion shook me.

This time Kathryn was a little more prepared for it, and as she was in charge of my dick, just managed to direct the next powerful discharge to land against her left breast. I covered nearly her entire nipple with my white-creamy nectar. Kathryn continued jacking me off, ensuring that my third, forth and fifth powerful jettisons of cum completely soaked and saturated her breasts.

"Oh wow!" She exclaimed. "You had a fucking ton of cum! You'd have drowned me had I tried swallowing all that!" My orgasm was subsiding, but she continued milking my cock of whatever cum I still had remaining. She circled her nipples with my cock, playing in the mess I'd made all over her tits. But she seemed to enjoy doing this, and it was a nice erotic sight, watching her using my cock to smear the rest of my cream all over her boobs with.

I finally slid off of her thoroughly exhausted. And just then we both heard the garage door opening!

"Wouldn't you know it?" She said. "Well at least we got to finish something! Now...you'd better hurry your ass downstairs, don't worry about me, I'll manage to look sufficiently injured, and sufficiently presentable before Mother comes up here to see me."

Grabbing my shorts I was dressed in the fraction of an instant, already rolling off the bed the moment I had heard the garage door. I didn't even bother looking back towards her as I flew down the hallway, and then took the steps three and four at a time. I managed to reach the kitchen area long before they even came in through the side door leading into the garage.

"Oh...hi Nick. How's the work going?" Katie asked me.

I told her about everything that had happened regarding Kathryn's injury, from her falling and twisting her ankle to my having to clean out and bandage the cut on her knee.

"That girl always was falling down all the time. I thought when she grew up she'd have outgrown that. Apparently not!" Katie snickered. "Guess I'd better go upstairs and kiss it better for her." I was just relieved that she hadn't appeared to notice or suspect anything.

"Hi Nick!" I heard Kathy say, and then turned around to face another potential disaster as well. "Want to go out to the pool for a swim?"

"Yea, sure!" I stated. "Anything to get out of this situation anyway," I thought to myself. "But I need to run home and get my suit first."

"Too bad mother and Nanna are home, then you wouldn't need too," she teased.

"Yea...too bad," I replied, and saw the look of surprise on her face.

"You'd enjoy that?" She asked, smiling. 

"Sure I would. Damn Kathy, who wouldn't? You're beautiful! Any guy in his right mind would give his left nut to see you naked!"

"Only his left one?" She said once again teasingly.

"Yea...only one. After all, I wouldn't be much good to you if I gave you both of them now would I?" I shot back at her. And the meaning of that didn't go unnoticed either.

"But I didn't think you were interested in,"

"In being with you? Of course I am. I was since the first day I saw you. But I can't afford to do anything to lose this job. I like working for Katie. And as much as I'd like to...to..., hell, you know what I mean. As much as I'd like that, I just don't want to do anything to hurt anyone, or do anything that would cause any problems. Now, can you understand that?"

For the first time since I'd met her, Kathy was looking at me with a different set of eyes. "I'm sorry. I guess I really have made things difficult for you haven't I? She said. "I just thought you really didn't like me for some reason, and couldn't figure out why. I was beginning to believe you actually had another girlfriend or something, but then you'd said you hadn't been seeing anyone else, and then I..."

I wasn't about to let her finish that thought, so I interrupted her instead.

"Listen...we can talk about you and I later. Right now, I need to finish unloading the rocks and plants from the truck. Later this afternoon we'll go for a swim, and maybe later, if you're up to it, we'll even go out to a movie or something together. How's that sound?"

Kathy was beaming, obviously excited. Rushing up to me, she gave me a kiss, which took me by surprise. Once again I was worried that she'd be able to 'smell' the sexual aroma that I thought I was sure she would have. But if she did, she made no indication of it, and simply ran upstairs after that to go up and check on her mother. I on the other hand immediately went outside and hosed myself off with the garden hose. I had no such thought about Katie's not being able to smell me...especially if I could.

That evening, Kathryn and Katie let me borrow the truck so as to take Kathy out for fast food and a Drive-In movie. Kathryn said she'd already managed to have a nice little chat with her mother about the possibilities between Kathy and I. And informed me that she had been expecting that to happen eventually anyway. She also assured me that Katie was fine with it, and had not reacted badly about it at all. Later, Katie had also spoken with me, assuring me of the same thing, but I also let her know at the same time that I didn't want anything to change between us either. She smiled, hugged me close to her and told me that until I was ready for things to change, that she had no plans to do so otherwise.

Actually I was quite excited about the prospects of the way things were going. But what was driving me a little crazy was the fact there wasn't anyone I could ever share this with! Still...all in all...I now had a great job, had two older women who were teaching me everything you ever wanted to know about sex, and now had a date with another one this evening. The move here was now looking like the best thing in the world that could have ever happened to me.

Kathy and I headed off to get something to eat before the show started. She was wearing a fairly short mini skirt, which showed off her long shapely legs and perfectly proportioned thighs. Kathy was also wearing a mid-riff top that not only accentuated her firm breasts, but highlighted her nipples as they poked through the material of her tight fitting blouse.

"Wow Kathy! You look beautiful!" I told her. Her dark black hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that hung nearly down to her ass. And I was extremely anxious to go inside the restaurant with her, and see the expressions on some of the other guy's faces that I knew I would be attending school with that fall.

"Thanks Nick. You look pretty handsome yourself," she told me. And then scooted over next to me as we drove towards the restaurant. She gripped my leg and squeezed it. "I'm really looking forward to tonight," she whispered in my ear, and I felt her hand move up and over towards my crotch where she pressed it, caressing my cock through the inside of my jeans.

"You keep doing that, and we'll have to go through the drive-thru window."

"And that would be a bad thing?" 

"No, not really," I said smiling. Feeling a bit light-headed at the prospect.

And then her hand began pulling down my zipper.

"Drive thru it is!" I responded. And then thought to myself, "Let em wait until school starts."

Trying to order was interesting anyway. But even as we pulled up to the window, Kathy continued to fondle and toy with my cock. I was most certain the pimply-faced geek who stood at the window had a pretty good idea what Kathy was doing. And though I am also sure he couldn't actually see anything, I know the smile on my face said it all.

By the time Kathy and I did make it into the Drive-In Theatre, we were both incredibly horny. Kathy had been teasing my cock almost from the time we'd finally finished eating, to our arrival at the Movie Theatre. I'd been a little busy myself however. Whenever we had come to a stop at a light, I had reached over and fondled Kathy's breasts. It had even reached the point where we were timing the lights so I would have to stop, and Kathy would lift up her breasts revealing them to me so I could see them as well as play with them a little until the light turned green again. We had even been doing this when a large eighteen-wheel truck pulled up next to us. Kathy didn't seem to care he was looking, and I certainly didn't. It was erotic as hell to know that someone was looking at us and getting off on it. Kathy even waved to him when the light changed, and he sounded his horn by way of thanks for the quick erotic intermission.

We pulled up in the very front row of the Drive-In and all the way to one end so that the likelihood of anyone else pulling up on both sides of us was eliminated. There weren't a lot of cars either, most of which were packed in behind us and more towards the middle. Looking around the closest car to us was a row behind and several car spaces away. It appeared we'd have all the privacy in the world for furthering our heated little adventure!

We were certainly both horny, but I was still surprised when Kathy took her clothes off completely. It was dark, and I was still certain that no one would be able to see her, let alone anything we would soon be doing. But Kathy's being nude inside the truck was incredibly arousing, that added element of danger and excitement of course beyond anything I'd imagined happening when the evening started out. But as horny as I now was, I was ready to do just about anything she asked me to do.

"Come on Nick. I want to see you naked too!" She told me. Seeing a guy without a shirt on (if that's all that could be seen) wouldn't look suspicious. As it was summer, and hot even in the evenings, a lot of guys drove around with their shirts off. Sitting up in the truck would make it all that more difficult for anyone to see in side as well, and again, the danger factor was simply too thrilling to not go along with Kathy's request. Within minutes I had joined her, all our clothing tossed into a pile on the floor. If anyone did come over now, we'd not even have time to get dressed, let alone sort out our clothing.

We sat making out for quite a while, kissing and sucking Kathy's perky-firm breasts was exquisite. At the same time I was finally fingering and toying with her incredibly wet pussy too. The sensation of my finger slipping in and out of her while I finger-fucked her was enhanced by the similar sensation she was giving me while she matched my finger tempo in her twat, while jacking off my cock.

What was nice, neither one of us was in a rush to hurry things along. So it was that I got to really enjoy playing with her in this way, slowly, softly, without urgency. Just simply exploring her and getting to know the feel of her like I was memorizing every nuance of her pussy both inside and out. Kissing her breasts, leaning over to suck on one while fingering the nipple of the other was an added bonus. Her nipples I saw, in the occasional flicker of light from the movie screen, were very similar to her mothers. She hard large areolas just like her mothers, and a very similar shade of pinkishness to them as well. But it was definitely that combination of pleasuring her, licking and flicking my tongue against those hard titties, and sliding my finger inside and out of her young cunt, as well as walking my fingers inside her occasionally just as Katie had taught me to do, that was driving her nuts! And all this...at a Drive In Movie Theatre!

The pleasure Kathy was giving my cock was secondary to the enjoyment I was getting just by doing this with her. I certainly loved the way she handled my prick, not too hard or too soft, neither was she jacking me off too slowly or too fast. It was a nice steady non-urgent get me there kind of a hand-job that was deliciously perfect in every way.

Even these wonderfully erotic and sensual pleasures were soon not enough to keep the desires at bay any longer though.

"Hmm, I want. No. I need you to fuck me now!" She demanded.

Climbing over the top of me, she positioned herself facing away from me, sliding down my hard stiff cock. I felt my penis nestle itself inside her warm drenched pussy, and we both held still for a moment reveling in the sensations of finally joining together like this.

"Oh, I love the way you feel inside me Nick! Your big hard cock is filling me, stretching my pussy. Do you like that? Do you like the way my pussy feels all warm and wet around your big fat cock?"

My cock wasn't that big. And it certainly wasn't that fat either. But hearing her tell me that was wonderful to hear anyway. Just the words she spoke and the way she said them with such lusty wanton desire soon had me begging to let me finally fuck her.

"Your pussy feels so good too Kathy. I love the way it fits around me; I can feel you clenching it, kissing it with your pussy lips. Please Kathy, let me fuck you now, let me slide in and out of you and make you feel as good as your making me feel!"

Slowly she began moving against me in rhythm with my own even slighter thrusts. It wasn't necessary really for me to do anything; Kathy was controlling both the dept and the speed of our fucking, and was obviously directing the best possible stimulation anyway. Reaching up and around her, I cupped both of her breasts in my hands and kneaded the soft pliant flesh of her tits, capturing those twin hardened nipple's, softly pulling them away from her breasts and tweaking, rolling her captured nipples between my fingers.

"Ok you two. Knock it off and find someplace else to do this!" 

A bright white blinding flashlight had suddenly appeared out of nowhere shining in through the window of the truck. I turned immediately, prepared to start scrambling for my clothing. Kathy however, though turning to face the light, never did stop humping herself up and down on me completely.

"Oh damn!" She exclaimed. "And I was getting so close too. Can't you just leave us alone for a couple of more minutes? I am so close to cumming, it's not really fair!"

The "kid", because that's who he really was, obviously younger than we were at least, just stood there grinning, continuing to hold the flashlight directly on Kathy, spot-lighting her breasts which I had immediately quit playing with the moment we had been discovered.

"Sorry. Ya gotta leave, or I gotta report ya! Oh. And no refunds either!" 

The over zealous prick was really enjoying using his limited authority, though I was reasonably sure he was also enjoying the view as Kathy reluctantly removed herself from my cock.

"Ok," she said. "But would you mind turning off the flash-light please?" She had made no effort to even try and cover herself, and looking at him directly without allowing him to feel like he'd embarrassed her in any way shape or form, finally seemed to embarrass him into turning off the light. Even then Kathy made no effort to sort out any of her clothing to dress either.

"Come on Nick, let's go."




Mrs. Steel



"What about our clothes?" 

Kathy's wickedly looking smile said it all. I immediately fired up the truck and we headed towards the exit leaving the somewhat surprised looking "Movie fucking security twerp" standing there watching us drive away out of his theatre, with no clothes on.

Kathy was actually laughing, and even I had to admit it was funny, and in a weird way still pretty exciting too. We sped out back onto the highway, and though it was considerably late, there were still more cars on the road that I would have liked.

"Maybe we should pull over someplace and get dressed Kathy, before someone else sees us!"

"Why?" She giggled excitedly.

Glancing over towards her, I watched as she leaned against the passenger side door, one leg on the floor, the other bent at the knee resting on the bench seat. Facing me, she began fingering her pussy with one hand and toying with one of her breasts with the other.

"If you can get us home before I cum, I'll give you the best blowjob of your life!"

I'm certainly glad I wasn't about to comment on that. She would have had some pretty tough competition in that area, and I wasn't about to tell her that I probably already had the best "blowjobs" of my life anyway. So without commenting further, I sped the truck up a little, more cautious now than ever of other traffic nearby us, especially any traffic cops.

I continued to alternate back and forth, watching the road as carefully as possible, and also glancing over to look at her as she continually toyed and played with herself. Her head was thrown back resting against the window, eyes closed, and obviously enjoying the intense pleasure she was bringing herself. Anyone seeing inside the car, seeing her, would know exactly what it was she was doing, not to mention that her breasts were clearly exposed to anyone glancing inside.

We made record time getting back to our street without any further incidents.

"Turn off the lights and cut the engine just before you head up the drive. We'll sneak up to the house, and then come back later like we were just getting home," Kathy told me. We made our way quietly around the side of the house into the backyard. All the lights were off except for one inside Kathryn's bedroom.

"Mom's either reading a book, or masturbating. My bedroom's right across the hall from hers, and I heard her using it last night too!"

"Using it?" I asked.

"Yeah, my vibrator!" Kathy grinned. "Don't know why she just doesn't go out and get another one for herself, she's constantly using mine. I know she wore hers out because I saw it in the trash one day. I don't really mind though, think it's kind of funny actually because she obviously doesn't know that I know."

The image of that added to my arousal. I was still in a very heightened state of excitement, all these wild and abandoned sexual thrills that had been going on all evening long had me hornier than I could ever remember being before.

"Nanna uses one too. I found hers when I was going through some stuff in her bathroom. She keeps it in the bottom drawer of her vanity."

I knew that already of course, but once again I was reminded that this would not normally be something I should be privy too.

"You really think she uses one?" I said playing along.

"Oh heavens yes. Nanna was the one who bought mother one several years ago. But then I over heard them talking about it the next day, and mom was laughing about how incredible it felt...and I heard Nanna say something like "I told you" or something like that anyway. Ever since then I've heard mother using one on several occasions, and even spied her using it once when she'd not closed her bedroom door tightly, and it had slowly opened a bit. I helped it of course, in order to watch her. And I have to tell you Nick, seeing mom playing with herself was pretty fucking exciting!"

We made it over to the patio near the pool, and I helped Kathy untie the cushions to the lounge chairs. We were still nude, and sneaking around like this, now dragging cushions off and laying them down in the grass so we could lay on them was one more piece to this ever increasing puzzle of thrill we'd been putting together. Looking up, I saw the light in Kathryn's bedroom window wink out and I motioned upwards to it informing Kathy.

"Good!" She whispered to me. "She's either gotten tired of reading, or just cum. Either way she'll be asleep in no time!"

We placed both the lounge cushions side by side on the grass making a fairly comfortable bed for us to consummate our wild and crazy evening together on.

"Now hurry up and fuck me!" Kathy almost didn't whisper. "I'm so fucking horny right now!" 

As horny as I was, I was also afraid of disappointing Kathy. Perhaps it was a combination of nervousness, and the fact I had recently been going through an advanced course in sexual relations, whatever the case, I didn't hurry, didn't even lose control once I had finally slid into her again, and fucked her to her first ever orgasm through intercourse. At least that's what she told me afterwards anyway. She'd never been able to climax that way, always needing to stimulate her clitoris with her hand at least at the same time, or orally afterwards, but never by just simply fucking. I was beaming; maybe I was finally learning to do it right after all. But the best part was I didn't cum until she did, and in my book, that had been a first for me too.

Afterwards as we lay quietly for a moment staring up at the stars, I glanced over at Kathryn's dark window and silently thanked her for the condom's she'd picked up and had obviously placed inside the truck where I was sure to have found them. Shortly after that, Kathy and I returned all the cushions back where they belonged, snuck back down to the road, dressed, and then drove up to the house as though we were just getting home from our date. I kissed Kathy goodnight, and then sprinted for home myself. With everything that had been happening and going on lately, I'd fallen behind in the work I had promised to do, so it would be a bright and early one for me tomorrow for sure.

I was asleep nearly as soon as my head hit the pillow. Exhausted, tired, no longer horny for sure, but with a smile on my face just the same. A big one.

#

I immediately went to work shortly after seven in the morning. I certainly didn't expect to see anyone for at least an hour yet, and so worked as quietly as possible so as not to disturb anyone who was most likely still sleeping.

I was rounding the corner of the house on my way to where the trashcans were when I nearly ran over Kathryn who was standing there waiting for me.

"Damn Kathryn. You scared the shit out of me! I had no idea you were even there!"

"How'd your date with Kathy go last night?" She asked me.

There was an edge to her voice, not one of anger, but certainly not her usual happy go lucky self either.

"Ok I guess. Why?"

For a moment she looked as though she was trying to be angry, and then her face softened.

"Oh Nick, I'm sorry. I know that I told you about Kathy's wanting you, even encouraging it. And believe me, I still do," she paused. "I watched the two of you from the window last night." 

I wasn't sure how to react to that. The possibility was there, perhaps always had been that that might happen, we'd taken quite a chance fucking outside on the cushions anyway, and part of the thrill and excitement had been in possibly getting caught. And obviously in a way we had been.

"I mean I know my daughter, and I also knew the moment you two went out last night that you'd probably end up doing something together."

"And that's why you put the condom's in the truck then I guess."

"Condoms? When was I able to get out and get any on this ankle? I said I would, and certainly will if you can't get them or need them, but no. It wasn't me."

"Kathy!" We both said in unison.

I should have realized she'd make sure you had some," Kathryn indicated. "I told her along time ago to never rely on the 'guys' to have any whenever she might need them. And to always ensure she had some handy so there would never ever be any lame excuses about having to wear one either. Anyway Nick, what I was trying to tell you was this, seeing the two of you last night, I got a little jealous I guess, watching you outside fucking my daughter, and especially after I basically encouraged it. And then...as I stood there watching you, I began to imagine it was me you were fucking, and before long, I was standing there masturbating, thinking it was you and I out there on the grass instead of the two of you. And so now...I feel horrible about it, and not because I don't want you and Kathy seeing one another, just the opposite, I do. But I also realized, I want to be with you again too. I'm not foolish enough to think anything will come of it beyond a little harmless fun. And I don't want a relationship with any man right now who thinks it will lead to something else. I need time away from that, time to my self. But it shouldn't mean that I'm not supposed to have a sex-life, or enjoy being with someone, someone 'safe', safe enough for me anyway. And that's what I realized last night after we'd been together, and after I'd seen you and Kathy together. That I wanted you too, at least for a little while, or until you say otherwise, or if something serious should develop between you and Kathy. Then I certainly wouldn't expect anything more to happen between us...ever."

"Kathryn," I tried saying, trying to get her attention.

"All I know is...I want you too, and felt bad about it because I did."

"Kathryn..."

"After all, I'm twenty years older than you are, and here you are fucking my own daughter anyway...I have no business..."

Trying to get her to stop by saying her name certainly hadn't worked, so instead, I just grabbed her pulling her towards me and kissed her full on the mouth. At the same time, I placed my hand on one of her breasts, immediately found her nipple and squeezed it while kissing her. She undid the bathrobe she was wearing. She was naked underneath, as I had quickly discovered.

"How's your ankle doing anyway?"

"It's fine. Now shut up and fuck me."

And so I did, right there on the side lawn, in the grass. And I remembered thinking that Katie liked making love in the morning too.

"I'm taking Kathy with me for a little while this afternoon," she said as though she'd been reading my mind. "That should give you some time with mother. I know this sounds crazy Nick. But right now, she still needs you too. And just because I need you, and because it seems Kathy wants you, maybe already has you already...it's not fair for any of us, especially me, to ruin or destroy anything you had with mother prior to our showing up here. Does any of this make any sense to you?"

Frankly...it did and it didn't. I was confused about a great many things myself. I still had a very special attraction and reason for wanting to be with Katie. She was after all my first, my teacher, and a woman I wanted to continue learning things from, but also in bringing some pleasure to. Kathryn was going through her own difficulties. I certainly understood her not wanting to become involved with another man just now, but having the same basic needs as anyone else did, and being honest enough to tell me she did, well I didn't exactly feel like I could bail out on her either. And then of course there was Kathy. She was my own age to be sure. But it wasn't just that, I felt there was something special there that we possibly could grow together, and I wanted to give it the chance to do that to see where it went before making any other decisions beyond that.

Kathryn had gone back into the house and I of course returned to my own unfinished work. Forty-five minutes later, Katie emerged from the house looking as bright and as chipper as I'd ever seen her.

"Morning Nicky!" She called out to me. "How's everything going?"

"Morning Mrs. Steel!" I responded back to her, saying it loud enough that she'd be aware I had done so in continuing along with our agreement, though for the most part it seemed like a totally unnecessary thing to be doing at this point.

"Everything's just fine mam!" I added. "I've already weeded and spade the garden's so Kathryn can finish planting those Petunia's for you."

I looked up and watched as she approached me carrying a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "Here Nicky, I thought you might like this, and there's plenty more if you'd like another one," she said sideling up to me.

When she did reach me, handing me the glass, her voice lowered into a near whisper as though someone was standing right behind her, which they weren't of course.

"I've missed you. Kathryn's taking Kathy this afternoon to go do some things, they'll be gone for a couple of hours. As soon as they have gone, give it about twenty minutes after that just in case, then come on up to my bedroom ok?"

She didn't wait for a response and turned away walking back towards the house.

"Oh, and if you'd go ahead and get started trimming the Lilac bushes out front when you've finished with your orange juice, I'd really appreciate it."

We'd already gone over all that the day before, so I knew that Katie was stating it more for show than anything else, in the event that Kathryn or Kathy was watching us, or listening I'm sure.

"Yes Mrs. Steel," I replied cordially, and once again thought of just how 'strange' the events of the last few days had suddenly become for me. Not that I didn't like it, I did. But I was beginning to feel a little bit uneasy running around behind everyone's back, though Kathryn of course was stuck right in the middle of it with me as well.

A few minutes before they left, Kathy came bouncing out of the house to greet me. She was wearing a bright red sundress with white Pokka-dots on it that barely concealed her breasts, which were spilling out of it. 

"You like?" She asked me twirling around in it and allowing her shapely legs to become even more exposed.

"Love it!" I responded. "You really do look pretty this morning Kathy."

"Thank you. Sure enjoyed last night," she said in a tone low enough so as not to be overheard. Kathryn had just come out the back door and was appearing ready to go.

"Come on Kathy, leave the poor boy alone. We'll be back around six Nick with something for dinner, so plan on staying with us for that too."

I watched and waved as they pulled out of the driveway and headed off towards the city. "Twenty minutes" I thought to myself, and glanced towards the house. But I didn't see Katie; she'd not come to the door to see them off as I thought she might have.

I finished doing the few things I'd already begun doing, occasionally glancing towards the house half expecting to see Katie waving at me or telling me to come in or something. But I never did. Funny how the mind works, but with everything I'd been doing, the semi sneaking around, though I wasn't really trying to sneak, I was suddenly a little paranoid that maybe Katie was planning on having one of those "talks" with me or something. Suddenly the twenty minutes seemed like twenty hours. 

I gave it an extra minute even, and then entered into the house through the kitchen. I stood their listening for a moment, but couldn't hear a thing.

"Katie?" I called out. But there was no response.

Walking down the hallway I got to the bottom of the stairs leading up towards the bedrooms. Once again I stood there listening for any sounds, but heard nothing.

"Katie? Are you up stairs?

Again nothing. "Strange!" I thought to myself, and finally began to head up the stairs to her bedroom. Turning down the hallway heading towards hers at the "T" at the top of the landing which headed off in the opposite direction from Kathryn and Kathy's rooms I rounded the final short hallway and saw that the ladder leading up into the attic had been pulled down. Her bedroom door was open and I quickly glanced inside, but she wasn't inside there either. That meant there was only once place she could be.

Returning back to the steps leading up into the attic, I began to climb them and saw what appeared to be a flickering light along with the subtle scent of burning candles coming from the opening above me. I poked my head up through the opening and was amazed at what I found there. This wasn't like any storage area I'd ever seen. It certainly wasn't cluttered or filled with boxes and dusty mold smelling trunks or anything like that at all.

The attic was completely finished and furnished. An enormous bed filled nearly half of the room. It was a little eerie looking in, the walls were a deep purple, almost black, speckles of glitter had been mixed in with the paint, and as the light from what must have been a hundred or more burning candles danced about the room, the glitter sparkled in differing hues of purple, red's and blues. Even the bed had what appeared to be either a blood red, or dark violet silk sheets. The headboard appeared to have several compartments, niches that were filled with a wide variety of toys, vibrators, dildo's, lotions of one sort or another. Others were filled with what appeared to be movie selections, and it was then that I noticed a large screen T.V. that sat off to one side in the corner of the room. There was what also appeared to be a fully stocked bar with every kind of drink one could possibly think to ask for.

But as bizarre and exciting as it was to even see this room, seeing Katie laying in the middle of that enormous bed was even more arousing than anything I could have dreamed up to fantasize about, even in my wildest imaginations.

Katie was wearing a black leather mesh body suit. Her full breasts were held and supported within two cut out openings that not only bared them, but obviously enhanced their attractiveness and support as they sat atop her chest like twin towering peaks of pure lusty enticement. Likewise, she lay with legs slightly spread, encased in sheer black stockings, matching black leather garter and sheer silk panties, which were obviously crotch-less. 

I don't even remembering fully coming up through the opening, but I found myself eyeing the room, looking at Katie, glancing around, and back to Katie again. 

"Well? How do you like it?" She asked me. But she didn't wait for a response, and I'm not even sure I had one yet anyway.

"Steven and I built this room years ago for our own private enjoyment. No one even knows it exists, not even Kathryn or Kathy of course. Steven and I used this room frequently, and had more erotic and sensual fun up here than you could ever begin to imagine. I know that some people would be shocked to learn we even had this room; maybe even Kathryn might be initially, though I know she'd quickly accept it once she thought about it. Kathy would probably think it was "cool" of course, though imagining her grandfather and I "doing it" might give her pause once she thought about it. Or not!" Katie laughed then, but it was a husky sexy laugh. She was obviously very aroused and must have spent the entire twenty minutes just getting the room ready, let alone herself.

"I'd even considered having the room dismantled after Steven's death, but realized that I'd have to do it all by myself unless I could find someone to do it for me. But then I thought how quickly the word would get out after that about the crazy, horny old lady who lived down the lane. Anyway, I decided to simply lock it up and keep it locked. Until I met you that is, and ever since, I've been debating about showing you apart of my private world. So, what do you think of it anyway?"

"I think its tits!" I responded. "This is the most incredible thing I've ever seen!"

"Oh? And what about me?" She said teasingly. "Or do you think I look too weird laying here like this?