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Soccer Mom

By: blade5999



He was excited about lunch. Not because he would be going to Chez du Monde, but because it would be a "Coaches Lunch". You see he would be having lunch with Shannon. She was the coach of his daughter's soccer team. And he held the illustrious title of assistant coach. It was an innocent lunch. Why was he so excited?....... 

It had been early fall. His precious five year old daughter would be playing on her first soccer team. He could barely contain his excitement. He had played all his life which had climaxed in collegiate play. His brother had played semi-pro. And his father had played on the Brazilian Junior National Team. But he was panicked when he found out that one of the mom's had resigned to coach the team when no one else with experience had volunteered. 

Shannon, a recent transplant from Maine, freely admitted she had never coached nor did she understand the game! It panicked him into offering his services as assistant coach despite having a booming surgical practice which would make his ability to make all practices and games almost impossible.

He remembered the first practice vividly. He was incredibly nervous. He was excited to be coaching, but wasn't sure how to handle a group of young girls. He also wasn't sure how the "coach" would react to his taking over the practice. When he met her, he really didn't register her. He was focused on the girls and molding them into the team. She seemed genuinely grateful for his assistance and truly they worked well together. 

No it wasn’t until later that he noticed her auburn hair and her smiling eyes. She wasn’t gorgeous in a glamorous sense. She was very down to earth and had a natural beauty about her. Not unlike the “girl next door charm” of Sandra Bullock whom she favored. 

No, it wasn’t until later in the season with her jumping up and down cheering on the “Butterflies” that he caught a glimpse of that enticing angle made by the buttock meeting the back of the thigh. He was mesmerized by the revelation that her jogging shorts made every time she left the earth. Her smooth rounded cheek and her muscular thigh were a joy to behold. He was mortified when she glanced back at him and caught him gawking but she only gave a rye smile and turned back to the game, still jumping. 

But not all admiration was one way. To make practices sometimes he left directly from work, often only to return to work after the game was over. On one such occasion he showed up at half time. He was arrayed in a sophisticated linen slacks and shirt which draped across his chest. He noticed how her hand alighted on his biceps which showed through his shirt, at first gingerly and then more brazen. How during conversation she playfully touched his chest and how her hand gingerly traced the furrow between his pecs and didn’t leave until the first cleft between his rectus abdominus muscles had been subtly explored. 

However, this was all very innocent. Nothing tawdry or salacious, just two friends enjoying each other’s company. And they truly did enjoy each other’s company. They would talk non-stop before, during and after the game. And even when their significant others were present they still spent the entire time together…. side by side. Under the guise of discussing the plan for up coming practices he would call her and they would talk for over an hour each time. It got to the point that he would call her cell phone from his work and his secretary would look funny when she put through a call from “Shannon”. “The girls have to be prepared” he would only admit to himself, never admitting even in his head that he may have had ulterior motives for the calls.

As the season came to a close, a party had been planned to honor the coaches of the successful “Butterifies”, but of course Medicine is a fickle mistress and he missed both get togethers. It was actually she that suggested that they go to lunch. Of course again, he was stuck in emergency surgery and missed their lunch date. He later called her on her cell and begged for forgiveness and explained that he had taken an extra call because his family was out of town and that he would make it up to her. 

She playfully acted wounded and pitiful and wondered out loud what would become of her as she was distraught with loneliness as her husband and daughter had flown to Maine to visit hers. He quickly offered to take her out to dinner to make up for his transgressions and when she queried how he was going to keep their dinner appointment when he couldn’t make their lunch appointment, he assured her that he would “make it happen”. He immediately called in a favor from his partner and arranged for coverage for that evening. 

That evening he anxiously awaited her at “River One” , an upscale restaurant and bar which was the haunt of many of the young professionals and the beautiful people. It was trendy and sexy with a cigar bar, billiard tables and a 4 star eatery inside. When she arrived he was taken aback. He had never seen her like this. She was wearing a simple yet elegant black dress which seemed to shimmer with every step. It accented her ample bosoms and firm derriere. 

Yet she was the same Shannon he had flirted with at the games. The same smiling eyes, full lips and infectious laugh. Coyly, she paused and said “Well?” as she correctly surmised that the dress had the desired effect. 

“You look amazing!” he stammered,” …for a soccer mom.” He quickly added, finally regaining self control and his dry wit. She punched him in the shoulder and then grabbed his hand and dragged him inside the restaurant. 

It was a wonderful dinner. They talked about everything and shared with each other all kinds of different stories and experiences. And they laughed. Almost constantly. Mirthful and mischievous they decided to move their party to the bar area. They had been only sipping at drinks during dinner but now began to drink in earnest. 

And with the increase in libations, the laughter became louder and the touching, holding and hugging became more free. Everybody seemed to gravitate towards them and they continued to entertain those around them. As everyone assumed they were a couple, they fell into that role. He kept an arm around her waist and they were always touching. As the throng become more boisterous with new characters grabbing the spotlight, they were pushed farther into the periphery but all the while still entwined. 

With the distraction of the spotlight gone, they were left to look into each other’s eyes. Each felt uncertainty but at the same time a certain rush of emotion. He leaned in slowly, all the while with his eyes locked on hers, and very gently touched her lips with his. She responded by backing away slightly and then very gently putting her hand along his face and looking deeply into his eyes and then very gently but firmly kissing him and now with her eyes closed. They embraced for what seemed like hours in the midst of the lively bar. She abruptly paused, and pulled away from him. She looked at him. She looked at him hard and said nothing. Then without a word she grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar.

The summer night air was muggy but the breeze was refreshing. Her hair was jostled by the wind and delicately danced around her visage. She led him to her car without a glance behind and then she abruptly turned and embraced him. Their kisses were more passionate and feverish now. Their hands which had previously been reserved to touching each other's waist or back, now began exploring more boldly. She slowly ran her hands from his buttocks along his sides and back to his neck and she grabbed his hair with both hands as she thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth. 

Their breathing became more ragged as he placed his hands on her hips and then cupped her buttocks. She felt his excitement hard and pulsating and she positioned herself so that her pelvic bone was centered at it. Ever so slightly she began to grind her pelvic bone into him until she began to thrust more forcefully as she began losing control. He nearly choked with the first firm thrust and then a moan escaped his lips. She abruptly pulled away, brushing her wild disheveled hair from her face and gave a furtive glance towards the restaurant and muttered, “let’s go”.

They were still recovering their breath as the car pulled into the street. He was a little embarrassed by the moisture in his boxers but sort of chuckled when he noticed she was shifting uncomfortably in her seat as well. She stole a glance at him with narrowed eyes when he chuckled and then they both began to laugh. He held her hand and she pulled his hand towards her and gently kissed the back of it. 

They arrived at her house and pulled in the garage. After entering the house she led him to an enormous leather couch in front of a fire place. She dimmed the lights and lit the fireplace so that it was roaring. He looked at her quizzically and said, “ its summer?”. Her eyes narrowed and she said, “just sit!”. And then added,” does anything we are doing make sense?!” He shrugged and nodded as her point hit home and obeyed her command. She turned down the temperature on the thermostat and returned with two wine glasses and the bottle.

They drank in silence as she studied him. She was coiled on the couch like a jaguar, very feminine and powerful. He sat with his left arm over the back of the couch with his legs splayed on the coffee table in feigned relaxation. All the while they said nothing but looked into each other’s eyes both wanting and fearing what would happen next. Deliberately, she put her drink down and stood before him as he sat up. Silhouetted by the fire, she slowly released the straps on her dress and it fell to the ground revealing a sedate but sexy silk bra and panties. It wasn’t especially revealing or racy but complemented her well. Her skin was olive and seemed to glisten in the dancing light of the fireplace. Her bosom was generous and her belly was smooth. Her hips were generous with a curve like the haunches of a thoroughbred and he felt his heart pound as his eyes drank her in. 

He tried to stand up and embrace her but she pushed him down. Instead she reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head and discarded it on the floor. She then straddled him and they began to kiss passionately again. He slowly unlatched her bra and removed it without loosing contact between their lips. He felt the weight of her bosoms on his chest and could feel her nipples firm and erect press against him. He couldn’t stand it any longer and buried his head in her bosoms. He admired her large firm breasts with large areola and erect nipples. He savored the salty taste of each nipple and reveled in the moans she emitted when he delicately nibbled on each nipple. 

He cradled her in his arms and gently laid her down on the couch. At the same time she very deftly removed his slacks. He laid on top of her and began to kiss her again passionately and then began exploring her with his mouth. He gently rubbed his lips along every inch of her neck, shoulders and upper chest, interspersing with wet kisses and licks with his tongue. He again visited her breasts with the same careful attention. He massaged and kissed her belly. He could feel her wetness against his chest and he was careful to keep pressure on her pubis with some part of his body during his exploration. He could feel her shudder as he kissed, licked and rubbed her lower belly just above her pubis. He breathed heavily on her pubis and mons but made her keep her legs closed as he felt her squirm. He showered the same attention on her thighs and legs. He then separated her legs slightly and began working his way back up, spreading her legs wider as he moved higher. 

He spent time licking and kissing her inner thigh close to her sweetness. He paused and breathed heavily on her pussy, enjoying its wetness and heat. It was beautiful. She wasn’t shaved but it was trimmed and was throbbing. He savored its scent and was enjoying her anticipation as her breathing was erratic and strained. He lightly kissed the pubis and then began to lightly lick her clitoris. She moaned uncontrollably when he first kissed her but she settled down so that she could concentrate on her enjoyment. She tasted better than any woman he had been with before. The taste and scent aroused him incredibly and he put his hands underneath her buttocks and pulled her to him so that he could taste her as deep as possible, all the while grinding into the couch. When he suddenly grabbed her and began probing her deep with his tongue she gasped and knocked the pillows of the couch which sent the wine glasses flying off the coffee table. She began thrusting into him and ragged, erratic breathing gave way to rhythmic whimpering and then cries of passion. She orgasmed harder than she ever had and was nearly gasping for air. He watched her as she became withdrawn in her orgasm, eyes closed, enjoying the ebb of ecstasy. 

She opened her eyes and pushed him to a sitting position. She straddled him, kissing him forcefully. He could feel her wetness and heat through his boxers. He began to breathe heavily when she suddenly stood up and walked out of the room. He was shocked and a little perturbed but she soon returned. She had a wicked smirk on her face and an orange in her hand. That smile of hers did wild things to his heart, but he was a bit incredulous about the orange which he noted to be cut in half. 

She again straddled him and slowly started peeling one half of the orange. She removed a wedge and sensually sucked on it. She then bit a corner off and offered it to him. With a slice in her mouth she began kissing him as they shared the orange. She then took the unpeeled half and squeezed a small amount in her mouth and then offered him a little. She squeezed it into his mouth but then deliberately squeezed it all over his chest. She then began slowly and deliberately to lick it off, paying special attention to his nipples. During her oral ministrations she deftly removed his boxers. She made her way to his lower belly and he was bracing for what he hoped would come but she touched him only enough to allow her to complete her task on his lower abdomen. 

She then reached over for the remainder of the orange and squeezed it on his glans and then down his shaft. She paused and admired his member. He was completely shaven and she seemed to approve. She very lightly flicked her tongue over the glans and then slowly took it into her mouth. He began gasping with every flick of her tongue and when she took it into her mouth he groaned. He was incredibly rigid and to get better position she pushed him down on his back. She sucked gently on the undersurface of the neck of the glans which elicited groans and moans of approval. She next rubbed her pouty full lips up and down the undersurface of the shaft. He was so firm that it hurt and his glans was deep violet. She then carefully licked his entire scrotum. She took each testicle into her mouth and applied light suction. She then took him fully into her mouth, going in and out and applying suction. 

She went at a steady pace and didn’t vary. She could feel his muscle start to tense up and then begin to contract. He started to cry out and shake as he orgasmed into her mouth. She continued to move rhythmically but slower and gentler as she continued to apply light suction. He remained hard for quite some time after he orgasmed but she continued very gently until he was no longer engorged. He expected her to stop but she didn’t. She very gently applied light suction and slow and rhythmically moved him in and out but never letting his member leave her warm mouth. Slowly, the blood began to return and he started to engorge until he was as hard and violet as he had been before. 

She stopped and looked at him. She very slowly straddled him and then held his shaft and inserted him into her all the while staring into his eyes. The feeling of him inside her made them gasp in unison. She collapsed on his chest and they began kissing wildly. He grabbed her hips and in rhythm with her thrusts he pulled her to him so that he went deeper. They both were now covered in a sheen of sweat as no pretense at checking their emotion or ecstasy was made. 

He felt his perineum tighten and was going to orgasm again, but he quickly pushed himself out of her to keep it from happening. She looked at him as if he were insane and had just shit on her lawn but he smiled and gently guided her onto her stomach. With her legs spread he entered her from behind which immediately garnered her moans of approval. He deftly closed her legs and then reached under her to stimulate her clitoris. This maneuver moved her moans up an octave as they again settled into a vigorous rhythm. This time it was her perineum that began to tighten as she began crying out. As he felt her tighten and cry out he could hold out no longer and orgasmed through clenched teeth and collapsed on top of her. There they lay, panting, as he slowly died inside her. They didn’t move as he very gently kissed her on her shoulder. 

“Shannon”, he said.

“Hmmm?”

“This isn’t the one on one drill that I was talking about last week.”

She elbowed him in the ribs and squirmed out from underneath him as he chortled. She took a sip from the wine bottle that had been laying on its side on the table. She offered him a drink which he gratefully accepted. 

“What happens now?” he asked, troubled.

“Shut up and lay down”, she said. She grabbed a quilt from the love seat and nestled onto his chest and covered them with the quilt. They stared into the fire. He watched her close her eyes and noticed as her breaths became long and slow. He watched her eyes begin to dart to and fro underneath her eyelids and noted as her full lips separated slightly as she exhaled. He then looked into the fire, pensive, and awaited the dawn…

Soccer Mom



"You still trying to seduce my husband?" Mrs. Anderson whispered. "I thought I told you to fill up those cups with ice?"

Sara jumped. The older woman had snuck up right behind her, pinning her to the table without making a sound.

"I'm not - I'm not" Sara stammered. "Sed. . ." The thought had never crossed her mind. Mr. Anderson wasn't just her husband's boss. He was also an ugly and obnoxious old man. And if his ruddy features and breath were any indication, his fat, lazy, and domineering wife had driven him to the bottle. 

"Don't you lie to me bitch," Mrs. Anderson said. Her pudgy fingers slithered over Sara's thighs and stroked at the band of her thin tight nylon shorts. "I know your kind. You come out here in your hot pants showing off your long legs and tight little ass. You think I don't know what you are up to?"

"I was - I was - hoping to run this afternoon." However, the only running she had done was going to and fro from one of Mrs. Anderson's tasks to the next. 

Mrs. Anderson forced her hand down the front of Sara's shorts, causing the young housewife to gasp and struggle in vain against the older woman's advances.

"Such a tight little body," Mrs. Anderson whispered in Sara's ear.

"Stop it." Sara pulled at Mrs. Anderson's wrist, but only succeeded in pulling her own blonde pubes the old woman had firm grip on. She tried in vain to get her husband's attention.

"Go ahead," Mrs. Anderson said, while stroking a fat finger up and down the cleft of the young woman's sex. "Call him over. Then you can explain to Frank - yes, to Frank and to your children what we were doing. I'll be sure to tell them all the juicy details of our hot little affair."

"We are *not* having an affair." Sara's voice was indignant at the mere suggestion. She had never had sexual thought about another woman. And even if she had, it wouldn't be with a woman like Mrs. Anderson.

"Oh but we are," Mrs. Anderson continued. "I've been coming over to your house every day - every morning after Frank and your little brats have left for school. I've been fucking you with all manner of vibrators and dildos. I've fucked you in the bed you sleep in with your husband. Then I let you eat my pussy while I watch the soaps. Sometimes I even bring friends over and we take turns sharing your talented tongue."

"No," Sara groaned. Not only was she losing the battle of wits with this vicious woman - her body was reacting the unwanted groping of her body.

"You can't deny it," Mrs. Anderson said. "Shhhh- listen to your pussy. Listen to those hungry wet sounds. You love it slut."

"No." It came out this time as a whisper. Sara knew she couldn't stop what was happening, but she also knew she shouldn't be enjoying it either. She should be repulsed by this older woman and she sure as hell shouldn't be getting off on this very public humiliation with her husband and kids right there with her. But her hips were moving of their own accord, back and forth, fucking the finger embedded in her hot slit.

"Let's see more of this hot little body you've been flaunting." Mrs. Anderson gently tugged the thin nylon running shorts and even thinner panties down to Sara's thighs. The young mother's eyes darted around to make sure no one was watching.

"Oh God," Sara moaned as her lower half was slowly displayed. The picnic area was secluded, yet. . .

"Nice." Mrs. Anderson sat down beside Sara, her hand roaming over the young woman's naked flesh, exploring her hidden crevices, and then spanking her bare bottom. "What do you say when someone pays you a compliment, slut?"

Sara's head hung down, her bangs fell into her eyes. She refused to answer.

"You say thank you, you little dimwit," Mrs. Anderson said. "Now say it!"

"Thank . . ." Sara supported her weight with her hands. She could barely stand. Could barely breathe. Her thought flowed like molasses. ". . .thank you."

"Your husband is watching slut. Give him a wave."

'Oh God,' Sara thought. Frank was looking at her. By his expression, he was thankfully unaware of what was happening just out of his field of view. She forced a smile to her lips, waved, and pretended to go back to filling up cups with ice.

"That's right slut. Give a nice wave." Mrs. Anderson said, while she continued to finger fuck the horny young housewife. "Nothing happening up here. Just two wives getting to know each other. Very - very well."

"Please," Sara begged. "Please stop before-" 

"Be a dear and hand me that spatula," Mrs. Anderson said, completely ignoring Sara's protests.

The spatula was greasy and covered with bits of charred hamburger and hotdog. Sara carefully picked it up by the handle and handed it to the older woman.

"You have a tight cunt Sara. Even after giving birth those two bratty monsters of yours, I can still feel your hungry cunt squeezing my finger," Mrs. Anderson said, her finger a blur, in and out of Sara's sex - fucking her - raping her hot hole. "Frank is a lucky man."

Mrs. Anderson brought the spatula down on Sara's firm bottom with a splat, leaving a red imprint with four white holes in the middle. Grease and bits of soot were left on the young woman's firm ivory bottom. "What did I say about saying thank you?"

"Thank you," Sara gasped. This couldn't be happening. Not out here. In public. Her children and her husband in sight.

Mrs. Anderson probed at Sara's asshole with a pudgy finger. 

"And such tight little brownie too," Mrs. Anderson said.

"Ugh - oh God - th- thank y-you." Sara's mind whirled. The finger poking at her rear hole made her quiver with excitement, yet she knew she shouldn't be feeling that way.

"Does Frank fuck you there?" Mrs. Anderson asked. "I bet you love it up the ass. Slut."

"No - no he doesn't," Sara stammered. She wasn't that kind of girl. And Frank wasn't the kind of guy.

"But you love it. You love it up the ass, don't you Sara. Don't you - you hot blooded slut?"

The pudgy finger wormed its way up her bottom. It forced the truth from Sara's tightly clenched lips. "Yes. Yes - I love it up the ass."

"Good girl," Mrs. Anderson said. "Now you better get whatever thoughts you had about my husband out of your dumb little brain, you understand me girl? From now on, it's me you'll be looking pretty for. And these curly little hairs have to go." 

Mrs. Anderson tugged at Sara's pubic hair, her nose wrinkling with distaste. "I like all my girls clean and fresh. And I want you marked as mine. Maybe a collar or a tattoo. I haven't decided yet."

Oh God no. How would she hide such a thing from her husband? This was madness. And yet she couldn't deny how these thoughts - thoughts of being enslaved to this older woman turned her insides to jelly.

"I'll be over tomorrow morning," Mrs. Anderson continued, now with two fingers up the front passage of the young housewife, and one up the rear. "And I expect you ready for me. Perfumed and freshly shaved. Ready to fuck. Do you still have your wedding dress?"

"Ugh - yes. Yes ma'am." Sara's voice was raspy and thick. Her chest heaved. Tight nipples poked through the front of her thin form-fitting shirt. Her body sweaty and soaking through her clothes.

"I haven't given you permission to come yet slut," Mrs. Anderson warned. "Don't you do it."

"I can't help it." Sara couldn't. Her body could not be denied.

"You better bear down and figure out a way." Mrs. Anderson slowed her fingers, but she let up. Sara's cunt continued making wet sounds with every thrust of the older woman's fingers.

Reaching into the cooler of ice, Sara grabbed a handful and then cupped it over her sex. She prayed it would work. The cold was a shock. A painful shock. The need to come passed. She held the cold ice tightly to her sex and shivered.

"That's a good bitch," Mrs. Anderson said. "Now, as I was saying. When I come over tomorrow, I expect to find you in bed, wearing your wedding dress, legs spread wide, your pussy open and ready for me."

"When - when will you be over?" It was an effort to force it out. Sara managed one word to each breath.

Mrs. Anderson pulled her finger out of the young housewife's bottom and gave her a spank. "It doesn't matter when I get there bitch. But when I get there, I better see you in bed and eager for me. And by eager, I mean I want to see wet fingers and a hot and ready cunt. And you better not come without my permission. Bitch, I mean it, you better not come."

It was coming home to Sara. She would be a slave. She would be this older woman's sex slave. The bed she shared with her husband, even the dress she wore at her wedding, nothing was sacred. She should say no. No way. No how. Fuck you, you old bitch. Yet, her pussy was hotter than ever before. She needed this all her life, yet she never knew it till this moment. 

"Please," Sara begged.

"Please, what?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

"Please ma'am. May I come now?"

"Not yet bitch," Mrs. Anderson said. She removed her fingers from the young housewife. "What's your answer slut? Are you going to be my bitch?"

"Oh God," Sara groaned. "Yes - yes ma'am."

"I'm going to test you. You have no idea how I'll test you."

"Yes ma'am. Please ma'am. I need to come. I need it bad." Sara's legs trembled. She ached with need. ". . .so bad."

Mrs. Anderson rolled the young woman's clit around with the tip of her finger. "Hand me that bottle of mustard," she commanded.

Sara picked up the bottle of French's mustard and tried to pass it back. 

"Open it for me, you stupid slut."

No, oh no! Sara suspected what was to happen, but no, Mrs. Anderson wouldn't dare, would she? With trembling fingers she unscrewed the top of the plastic mustard bottle and handed it to the older woman.

"Good girl," Mrs. Anderson said. "Now reach back and spread that beautiful bottom."

Oh God, she was mad enough to do it. Worse, Sara realized her husband was watching. She waved at him again. Please oh please turn back around, she prayed. She dared not look at him or he would surely know something was happening. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she saw he finally returned to fishing. Sara reached back and spread the cheeks of her bottom.

"Such a cute little brownie," Mrs. Anderson said. "I see it winking at me."

"Thank you."

"You close to coming? You ready to come for me little slut?"

"Yes." Oh God. Hurry hurry hurry. Sara humped back. Willing her body to come before they were caught, yet it wasn't quite happening.

"As for me," Mrs. Anderson said, working the young housewife's clit in a tight circle. She poked at Sara's puckered hole with the conical tip of the yellow bottle. "I don't like mustard. Does Frank? How about little Jake and Elizabeth?"

The older woman's words hit home to Sara. It was bad enough that she had sunk to this level. But her family, her innocent family, they would also bear the consequences of her deviant desires. The worse part of it all, the mere thought of it, of having to watch helplessly as her family used the bottle of mustard - mustard that had been. . . It was too much. Sara succumbed to madness. Her orgasm hit hard and fast.

"Coming. Oh fuck I'm coming," Sara cried. Her insides flowed like molten wax.

Mrs. Anderson plunged the yellow grooved cone shaped mustard tip into the young housewife's ass and squeezed as hard as she could. 

"Oh fuck. Fuck fuck." The mustard was hot on her tender linings. Her ass bit down. Her cunt tightened with every contraction of her orgasm. It was a heavy orgasm that seemed to go on forever. No longer able to support her weight, Sara sat down on the bench next to Mrs. Anderson and weakly pulled her shorts back up to cover herself.

"Fuck," Sara whined. "It burns."

"Yes dear, it's supposed to burn," Mrs. Anderson said. "Now give me a kiss and thank me for your orgasm."

The cooler blocked her husband's view, but if her children turned around they would surely see. What is happening to me, Sara wondered, as she opened her mouth and kissed another woman for the first time.

"Thank you," Sara said when they broke their kiss. "Thank you for my orgasm."

"You're welcome dear."

"It burns." The pain had lessened, but it was still there.

"Shush," Mrs. Anderson wiped the top of the mustard bottle off with a paper towel and sat it on the table. Then she waved at her husband and Frank. "Lunch is ready. Hurry up. Everyone get over here. Let's eat. You too kids."

"Speaking of eating," Mrs. Anderson said where only Sara could hear. "Has my bitch ever eaten pussy before?"

"No ma'am." Sara shifted nervously in her seat, in part due to the burning in her ass. Worse, she had to hold her internal muscles tight to keep from soiling herself. "Never."

The older woman stuck a shiny wet digit in her mouth and sucked it clean of Sara's juices. "You'll be doing quite a lot of it. I intend to see that you become very skilled at it. I even have some friends I plan on sharing you with."

"Yes. Yes ma'am." Sara wondered if she would be able to go through with it. What it would be like to be this domineering woman's sex slave. She wondered how she was going to get through the afternoon without something mortifying happening even more.

"Good girl," Mrs. Anderson said. "Now you just sit there, I've got this all under control. But tomorrow - tomorrow. . . I intend to get full my full measure."

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

Alone in her bedroom, Sara looked over at the clock. Ten-thirty. 

She looked down at herself. White heels. White stockings. A white veil pulled down which clouded her vision. Her satin wedding dress bunched up around her waist. A dress she had not worn since her wedding day.

Sara's muscular legs were spread wide. Her mound was bare and a little red after having been shaved for the first time. Her sex was wet. Lips swollen due to being teased for over an hour. At first she hoped Mrs. Anderson wouldn't show. Then she spent her time wondering what the older woman would think of her for following her every instruction. Maybe she had been joking? 

And now? Now the hardest part was not coming. God how she wanted to. She ached for it. Teasing her self. Keeping her hot cunt wet. She wasn't just wet, she was soaking. Pelvis thrusting. Thighs trembling. Fingers gripping handfuls of her sheets. She thought she heard the sound of the front door opening. The clacking of high heels walking up the stairs. Heart pounding, Sara realized there were two sets of heels. 

'Dear Lord,' Sara thought. 'She's brought someone else.' But it was too late now. Too late for anything but to go through with it. She reached down an obediently spread the lips of her sex. With her other hand she offered up the handle of a leash, a leash that ran to a collar around her neck. 

This was her lot now, the lot of a slave. 



Soccer Mom



You will notice the absence of names in this piece. That was done on purpose because soccer moms in general are, sadly, anonymous.

*

She rose just before dawn and started preparing breakfast for her husband, who would be leaving first. She could hear him stirring as he showered and shaved. A busy executive had to be on top of his game. He needed a good breakfast. He was still tying his tie when he sat down for the first meal of the day. 

She always made sure that he had a good nourishing breakfast. Sometimes he might grumble about the things she had selected, but he knew that she had his best interests at heart. He finished the meal and went into the bathroom for final assembly. Teeth brushed and hair spiffy, he strode into the kitchen and kissed her goodbye.

She sat down and had a cup of coffee. Soon, she heard the alarms go off in her children's bedrooms. One by one she could hear both of them stirring upstairs. She prepared breakfast for them, waiting until the last minute so it would be hot and tasty. Down the stairs they plummeted. "Hi mom!" they greeted her.

She smiled and kissed each cheek. They sat down and like a swarm of locusts, soon devoured everything on the table. Busy children needed a good meal to start the day just as much as big people. As they ate, she prepared lunches for them. 

They galloped back upstairs. She could hear them kidding each other and preparing for school. They thundered past her, each grabbing a lunch sack and headed out the door to the bus stop. She watched them anxiously until they got on the bus.

She headed back to the breakfast nook and cleaned the table. Then she washed the dishes. Finally she had a cup of coffee. 

After relaxing with her Java, she went upstairs to repair the night's damage and gather the dirty clothes. She took the laundry basket into the laundry room and started the washer. Looking at her watch, she found she had enough time to dust the living room and vacuum the upstairs bedrooms.

As she watched her favorite soap opera, she polished the good silver because they were entertaining this coming weekend. The soap ended, the silver was polished. 

She went outside to her flower garden and weeded it. Then she watered the vegetable garden. The doorbell rang. It was the plumber, here to repair her kitchen faucets. She washed the hallway walls while she waited for him to finish. She checked out his repair job, wrote him a check and went back to her wall washing.

She went upstairs and carefully cleaned and disinfected all three bathrooms, replacing toilet tissue and making sure everything was spotless. She didn't want the kids to catch any ugly little germs that she should have killed. 

A scratching at the backdoor signaled her dog's insistence on entry so she let him in. He ran to his bed and plopped down to watch her.

She had forgotten to eat breakfast so she fixed herself an omelet for brunch. Just as she was finishing, the telephone rang. It was her sister.

"Hi sis! I really hate to bother you, but could you loan me twenty bucks? My meal ticket left me with no money today."

"Okay but you'll have to come and get it. I have to pick up hubby's dry cleaning before noon."

Twenty minutes later her sister appeared and gratefully took the twenty. 

She sat on the sofa and rested for a few minutes. The dog wagged his way over to her and she scratched his ears and stroked his back. She prepared an after school snack for her kids, cookies, and rested a few more minutes.

She opened the garage door and got into her BMW. Off to the dry cleaners she went, picked up the cleaning and gassed up at the 76 station. Her watch told her that it was getting close to time to recover the kids. 

She parked in the garage and took the dry cleaning upstairs to her bedroom, neatly hanging the clothes in the closet. She heard the front door open just as she was finishing.

Her daughter and son went directly to the kitchen and started munching on the warm cookies and milk.

"Okay you guys, get your homework done. Nancy, you have a piano lesson today. Jimmy, I'll take you to soccer practice right after we deliver Nancy."

"Okay mom." "Okay mom." And the kids were off to their bedrooms to study.

She cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and put the dishes in the dish washer. She mopped the floor while she was resting. Soon, both of her children appeared, correctly attired for their after school activities.

She loaded them in the car and dropped her daughter off at the piano teacher's house. She drove her son back to the school. The team was already assembling on the field.

She went to sit in the bleachers with the other soccer moms. They gabbed about their husbands and kids. They talked over some soap operas and gossiped a little. They all belonged to the same church which provided plenty of fodder for them to chew on. A few, like her, had husbands who made lots of money. Some were not so fortunate, but none of them whined about their station in life. They were happy.

Soccer practice wound down and they gathered their charges. She drove to the piano teacher's house and picked up her daughter.

When they got home she told her son, "Go take a shower, you smell like a goat."

"I know mom, I know," he said trudging off to the bathroom.

"You come with me," she said to her daughter, leading her to the kitchen.

"Today, I'm going to teach you how to make spaghetti," she told her.

"Okay mom."

"Why doesn't my brother have to learn to cook?"

"If he showed any interest, I would teach him but he hasn't so far. All young ladies need to know how to take care of their future families. The young men need to learn how to support the ladies and their future families. You'll be a mother one of these days and you'll have to know how to cook. Being a mom is a full time job and it's hard work."

"When are you going to teach me about this family stuff?"

"I'll tell you all about it this summer. Until then, you concentrate on learning to take care of your house and your family. The family stuff, that's the fun part, will come later."

*

Millions of women did not desert their families in favor of careers, but it should be obvious that the average soccer mom works harder than a career woman and for much less recognition. Her only pay is the wellbeing of her family and the satisfaction of doing a job that many are unwilling or incapable of doing. God bless all those soccer moms!!! They are the salvation of our country.



Soccer Mom



As much as she loves her stepson, Michael, but Candi always gets so excited when she arrives back home on Friday night to prepare dinner for her and Jimmy. She and Jimmy have been together for over six years. Everyone in the neighborhood think they are the average married couple with a seven-year old son, but they are anything but average. They actually have only been married a couple years, since California briefly changed the law regarding the marriage of same sex couples. Of course, with Candi's beautiful face, incredible 38DD breasts and shapely hips and thighs, no one would ever suspect she was born a male. And they'd never guess she still has her cute five-and-a-half inch penis tucked her in sexy panties.

Candi waves at her neighbor down the street, Joanie, before pulling her convertible Mercedes into the garage. She's returning from dropping off her stepson with his mother - he stays one week with his dad and then the next with him mom. Candi closes the garage door behind her and climbs out of the shiny, silver machine. Having been with her stepson, she's dressed as casual as her style and body allow. Form-fitting designer jeans and a yellow blouse cover her body but she hustles inside to change into something sexier for Jimmy when he arrives home.

Candi pours a glass of wine and carries it into the bedroom. She unbuttons her blouse and briefly admires her 38DD breasts presently encased in a lace yellow bra. Reaching around, she unsnaps the bra and lets it fall off her body. Index finger and thumb gently squeeze the nipples before she tugs on the gold rings piercing her nipples. She has only had these incredible breasts for a little more than a year. The first pair were 38C but Jimmy wanted her to be bigger for him and Candi gets what Jimmy wants. She marveled at them a bit longer before sliding out of her jeans. Candi had been wearing boyshorts during the day but they weren't sexy enough for Jimmy at the start of their week together. Candi slipped out of them and stared at her body in the mirror. Candi stands 5'9" when not wearing heels and weighs just 135 pounds. Her shoulder-length blonde hair, large breasts, firm stomach and narrow hips and well-toned legs made her one sexy woman. 

While admiring herself in the mirror , her left hand innocently rubbed the clear plastic chastity device that encased her small cock. Candi wears a chastity device called the 'complete package' that is clear plastic. A ring snaps behind her balls and another snaps in front of her balls with a short, clear plastic tube attached that restricts her cock from becoming erect or being used sexually. It does have slits in the side to allow air flow and a hole in the tip to allow her to urinate. Jimmy locks her into it every morning before leaving the house. He usually unlocks when he returns home for the night - unless he has other plans for Candi. It does allow her ball sack to hang down but Candi was never even average in size. Jimmy measured it at just over five inches long shortly after they became a couple and the sack is very demure.

Candi can barely remember the time when her cock was not encased daily, but in reality it has been nearly six years. After three months of being together, Jimmy bought the chastity device for her. Candi stepped into a sheer bikini thong and pulled up a very red skirt over her thighs. It barely covered her ass cheeks. A low-cut blue t-shirt with no bra was next. Four inch sandals completed her outfit. She picks up her glass and finishes the wine. Back into the kitchen to get dinner started and to wait for Jimmy. Candi could feel herself becoming aroused - knowing Jimmy would want her tonight without concern for his son being home. In short, it was a typical every-other Friday night!

#

Jimmy walks into the kitchen and she embraces him tightly. His kiss is warm and longing for her. She presses her breasts tightly to his chest - with her four-inch sandals, they are eye-to-eye as they kiss. Jimmy's hand slides under her short skirt and presses a finger between her ass cheeks. He finally pulls away and says he's going to change before dinner. Candi scowls as she realizes he won't being freeing her cock before dinner but she doesn't let him see her disappointment. Dinner is grilled steak and salad and they talk about the day during the meal.

"I'm going to check the ball scores and my fantasy team on the computer. I'll give you 30 minutes to get the kitchen cleaned up from dinner and get yourself ready for me." Jimmy tells Candi as he gets up from the table.

Candi dutifully kisses Jimmy on the cheek as she cleared the table and stacked the dishes on the counter. But she also knows that she needs to work quickly in the kitchen as Jimmy is ready for extreme sex tonight, with their son, Brian, out of the house for the week. Since he told her how much time she had, Candi knows exactly what he wants and how he wants her in 30 minutes.

Candi quickly rinses the dishes and loads the dishwasher. Fortunately they didn't have any leftovers she needs to deal with prior to getting herself ready for Jimmy. She checks the clock and sees she has 20 minutes as she hustles down the hallway towards their bedroom. Candi pulls the top over her head and feels the weight of her breasts swinging freely. She kicks off her sandals, unzips her short skirt and slides it over her hips and to the floor. Since Jimmy didn't unlock her CBT, her cute little cock remains confined. She had so wished Jimmy had released her - it has been over a week since he has allowed her to cum.

Their shower is a work of master craftsmanship. It was the first project Jimmy undertook when they moved in seven months ago. The shower was already very large with shower heads on opposite walls but he installed a third one directly in the center. He added additional support beams in the ceiling - enough to hold 180 pounds of weight suspended from the eye hooks. 

Candi pulls out the two bars with attached cables from the hiding spot in the closet. The cables have two lengths that hang down from the ceiling of the shower. She installs both bars in their proper place and notes she only had a few minutes to finish. She gets the rest of the necessary equipment and carries it all into the shower. Candi fastens a solid bar to cuffs she wraps around her ankles - her feet are now spread slightly wider than her shoulders. She stands on a six-inch high platform and fastens stainless steel chains to the lower of the two bars. Then she hooks the chains to her nipple rings, lifting her 38DD breasts slightly. Lastly, she lifts her arms over her head and grabs onto the higher of the two bars.

Candi has only been in place a minute or so when Jimmy walks in to the bathroom and grins at her. He's only wearing bikini briefs and his nine-inch cock is already tenting. Her eyes study his athletic body (6'1" 210 lbs) and she is always amazed how much he turns her on with just his physical appearance. Jimmy places his hands on her breasts and caresses them with both hands. Candi is practically purring with his touch. Jimmy leans forward and presses his lips to hers as his tongue enters her mouth. The kiss is both passionate and aggressive and Candi knows from experience it sets the tone for their sex.

Jimmy steps back and removes his briefs. His cock is rock hard and standing against his flat stomach. His hands lightly move around her belly as he walks behind her and bends down to the platform on which she is standing.

"Candi, please step forward and I'll get this platform out of our way so I can begin to pleasure my beautiful, sexy wife."

Knowing the result, but helpless to do anything except what she is asked, Candi steps forward and off the platform. The bar between her ankles makes the effort clumsy. As her body is now six inches lower, the steel chains between the bar and her nipple rings pulls her breasts up sharply. Her breasts are now suspended by the relative height of the bar and she knows they will soon begin to ache.

Jimmy walks from the bathroom but promptly returns with latex gloves on both hands and holding a riding crop in his right hand. Without a word of warning, Jimmy flicks the crop onto Candi's tight ass cheek. He repeats this motion nine more times on the left cheek before applying ten similar slaps of the crop to her right cheek. Candi jerks slightly with each slap and her tits pull every time she rocks back from the crop. Jimmy begins to alternate cheeks and after at least fifty blows, both of Candi's sexy, firm ass cheeks are glowing red. Light tears begin to run from her eyes as she bites her lip to keep from crying out. Her hands are sweating as she holds tightly onto the bar over her head. Jimmy's latex-covered left hand rubs her cheeks and her entire body shudders at the sensational pain.

With not quite the same force, the crop is soon applied to the backs of her thighs and calves. Jimmy knows this makes her legs weak and causes her body to sag. This only increases the tension on her tits. Jimmy walks around in front of her so Candi can see him, his erect cock and the crop in his right hand. She feels her body tense as he lightly presses the crop to her belly. The crop moves down her belly and now she feels it lightly flicking around her encased cock and at her hanging sack. Her body jerks away and the pain to her stretched tits nearly make her cry out but she bites harder on her lip.

While Jimmy pulls and tugs her encased cock with his left hand, he lightly flicks the crop to her tits. The crop hits various spots on the underside of her sensitive skin with an occasional flick to her stretched nipples. He continues this long enough to turn her tits a light pink in color before he stops. Large, wet tears are now running down Candi's cheeks and dripping onto her tits. Not that it matters, but it's now been over 30 minutes since the first flick of the crop.

As the crop taps the skin between her sack and asshole, Jimmy asks "Would you like me to free your cute little cock before I continue?"

Candi knew he would ask this question yet she still found herself without an answer. If he freed it, he would probably let her cum tonight and Cindi always loves to feel it free. But if it's free, he would likely use the crop on it as well and her ass was already on fire, not to mention her tender tits. After a moments pause, Candi shakes her head no. "Please not now Jimmy but Thank You for asking." A thin smile crosses her lips.

"Very well, Candi. Before we go to bed then." Jimmy steps over to the counter and picks up a tube of lotion. Walking behind Candi, Jimmy gets down on his knees. His hands part of her red ass cheeks and Candi winces at the pain. Soon that pain is forgotten as Jimmy's face presses tightly between her cheeks and his tongue snakes to the rim of her asshole. His curled tongue darts inside her rim and Candi feels his tongue entering her. Jimmy is a master at tongue-fucking and Candi tries to twist her ass to his tongue. But like all great pleasures when one is not in control, this comes to an end all-to-soon.

Squirting a lubricant onto his left hand, he liberally coats the fingers of his latex glove-covered hand. Candi feels his fingers sliding between her ass cheeks and two fingers sliding inside her hole. After the second insertion, a third finger and then a fourth finger are now being forced into her asshole. Candi grips the bar with her hands tighter to maintain her balance. It's not abusive or rough, but the size of his hand is forcing her asshole to open very wide to take him. Candi tries to rock onto her toes to lessen the tension on her tits but Jimmy's right hand on her hip pulls her back down flat to the ground. After more than fifteen minutes, the hand slides free of her asshole and Candi hears the latex gloves being pulled from his hands.

Thinking she will next feel his beautiful cock against her rim, Candi relaxes her body momentarily. And when she does, SNAP! The crop slaps down quickly against her right ass cheek. Candi Yelps in the sudden unexpected pain. Many more slaps from the crop follow until her ass cheeks are once again crimson red. Candi's breathing shortens from the pain on her ass to the extent she doesn't realize the slaps have halted. Jimmy quickly slides behind her and thrusts his cock into her gaping asshole. The first thrust nearly buries his entire nine-inches inside of her. Jimmy pulls her tightly to him, his hands wrapping around her waist. His lips nuzzle her neck as Candi falls slightly backwards against his strong, sexy body.

Jimmy's hips thrust upward and this time his cock does fully impale her ass. Candi clinches to secure him tightly to her. Her ass cheeks are on fire as Jimmy presses against her but her thoughts are now of the pleasure and not the pain. Jimmy loves fucking her beautiful ass and he takes long, deep strokes tonight. After more than 50 thrusts inside her, his hands deftly move up her torso and he quickly unfastens the chains that attach her nipple rings to the bar. Her heavy breasts fall earthward and his hands caress her massive tits. His fingers play with her nipples and the rings that pierce them. Candi's body relaxes into his but she is ever-careful to maintain her hold on the bar above her.

Candi feels her small encased cock squirming against the confinement and it drives her to push her ass down against Jimmy's thrusting cock. It feels like he will split her open with his magnificent tool. Jimmy starts to grunt with his thrusts and Candi knows his orgasm nears. "That's it Jimmy. Fuck your Candi's sweet body! Fuck me please ... I want to feel your juice explode inside me!"

Six years of regular fucking has created a dynamic where one knows what to say to the other at just the right time. Hearing her say please causes Jimmy to thrust into her asshole and explode with a massive orgasm. He buries his cock deeply insider her and holds her still as his white-hot cum flows from his cock. Candi turns her head towards him and they kiss deeply and passionately once more. She feels his cum inside her and brings her such bliss. Jimmy takes care of her everyday and provides such a great life for her and to give him this level of pleasure is the best way she can say show him how much she loves him.

Jimmy slips free of her asshole and once again Candi is aware of the pain to her tender tits and ass cheeks. "I'm going to release your cute little cock but you're not to touch it. Understand?" Candi reluctantly says she does. She knew this would be the likely outcome when she made her decision earlier. 

Jimmy took the small key and unlocks her cock bondage. He removed the hard plastic case and her small wet penis drops downward. His right hand fondles it and he feels it wiggle in his hand but then he releases it. "Now get yourself cleaned up and put our toys away. And then join me in the living room.

Jimmy towels off his cock and then turns on all three showers. The cold water on her hot skin makes Candi jump and nearly fall from being off-balance. Candi releases the bar, then bends over to unfasten her ankles. The water warms quickly as she soaps her body. She feels his cum drain from her asshole and run down her thighs. She lets the water run over her penis but is careful not to touch it with her hands in case Jimmy walks back into the room.

Stepping out of the shower, Candi towels her body dry. It's difficult as every touch of the terry cloth towel to her ass cheeks renews the pain. Lightly toweling her hair and then applying just a touch of make-up and of course, lipstick, she is ready for Jimmy. Candi slips on a short, silk robe and barely fastens it at the waist. Jimmy's watching sports highlights on TV and Candi slides in beside him on the couch.

#

The alarm clock quietly chimes to wake Candi. The clock only reads 6:30a and her aching body tells her it is much too early to be up on a Saturday, but Michael has a soccer game at nine. Candi slides out of bed and winces at the still-present pain to her ass cheeks and tits from the physical punishment they endured just a few hours earlier. She sits on the toilet and a stream of piss flows into the bowl. Washing her face quickly and applying Jimmy's favorite red lipstick, Candi climbs back into bed. 

Candi opens her mouth and surrounds the head of Jimmy's semi-erect cock. Her lips move over his skin as she feels Jimmy stirring awake. The air is warm under the covers and her mouth eagerly begins to ride up and down his length. Within seconds, Jimmy is nearly erect. He has rolled from his side to his back and can now feels Candi's breasts pressing onto his belly. Candi is rarely sure what to expect when she wakes him this way. Some nights Jimmy won't pee in the night and the first thing she tastes is a mouthful of warm piss. She hates those mornings! But this morning, Jimmy peed a couple hours earlier and her mouth is soon full of his delicious cum. Jimmy pumps his cock into her talented mouth until he can hold out no longer and shoots. His large cock stuffs her mouth and his cum nearly shoots straight down her throat.

On the weeks that Michael is with his mother, Candi wakes Jimmy this way every morning. On the weeks Michael is with them, it's usually just a hand job under the sheets and then she has to shower to wash off the sticky cum from her ass or thighs.

#

Jimmy and Candi got to the soccer game a few minutes before nine. Candi put her lawn chair down next to her neighbors Joanie and Kristin. Candi winced when her still tender ass sat down on the lawn chair. "You okay sweetie?" Joanie asked upon seeing the reaction.

Blushing slightly Candi responded, "Yeah, I tripped last night and fell on my ass. It seems to be a bit sore this morning."

Jimmy walked over to say hello to his ex-wife, Cassie. "Doesn't it bother you Candi that they are so friendly with each other?" Joanie asked as she motioned towards Jimmy and Cassie.

"Not at all. I like Cassie a lot and it's great for Michael that they get along".

Joanie is divorced and never really has too much to say about her former husband. Kristin is married, but never seems particularly happy about it. Candi likes sitting with the two of them - neither seems to care how great she looks all the time. Most of the mom's avoid her. Joanie's told her it's because they are afraid Candi will steal their husbands away, or at least their fantasies.

As the game ends and everyone picks up their gear, Joanie invites Candi to stop around noon on Monday if she is free. Both Joanie and Kristin's kids are away this week and the two of them will be getting together for Sangria and sunbathing. 

"That sounds great. Michael's with his mother, but let me check my calendar."

#

Jimmy and Candi run some errands after the game and stop for lunch. Candi applies red lipstick just as they get back to the house in the middle of the afternoon. Once inside the house, Jimmy turns to Candi and drops to his knees in front of her. He unzips the "soccer mom" short pants she is wearing and pulls them over her hips. Jimmy takes the key from his pocket and pulls down her panties. Quickly unlocking Candi's chastity, he slips her cock from the tube and removes the rings. Candi moans as Jimmy presses his lips to the crown of her cock. His mouth opens and he takes the crown inside with his tongue flicking across her peehole.

Candi's small penis comes to life in his warm, talented mouth. She looks down as Jimmy's lips slide about three inches up and down her cock. Candi rarely gets fully erect like she once did, but her cock will get hard when stimulated. Candi's hips sway as Jimmy's tongue teases the tip of her cock. Without getting off, but getting her very aroused, Jimmy lets her cock slip from his lips. He stands and presses his lips to hers and she pulls him tightly to her. "I think my Candi needs to 'cowgirl up' this afternoon!"




Soccer Mom



"Oh Jimmy," Candi squeels, "do you mean it?" Candi knows that Jimmy will let her cum when she rides him hard.

"Of course my sexy wife! Why don't you go get naked and I'll grab us a couple beers." A couple moments later, Jimmy walks into the bedroom to find Candi lying nude on the bed with her head propped up by a couple large pillows. Her large tits draped over her torso, her nipples already rock hard and her little penis pointing upwards. Jimmy handed her one beer and set the other on the nightstand. He quickly strips out of his clothes and joins her on the bed. Candi took a couple long pulls from the beer as she watches him undress. His cock is semi-erect and his big sack swings between his legs.

After the first night when Jimmy had picked her up in a bar, she was in love with his body. As they got closer and he told her about having an ex-wife, Candi couldn't believe anyone would ever leave Jimmy or his magnificent body. Of course, when Jimmy told her that Cassie had decided she liked women more than men, it made sense to her - and she was the fortunate girl that took advantage of the opportunity.

Candi lay on her back with her head elevated just enough to drink the beer and watch Jimmy as he kissed down her body. Unlike the previous evening, Jimmy was very soft with his pleasuring this afternoon. Jimmy started by kissing her lips and then her neck. Candi was in heaven as he spent more than ten minutes kissing, nibbling and caressing her breasts. He commented that he never grew tired of her breasts. His lips kissed her tight stomach and Candi thought about all the gym work she does to keep her body fit for him. Candi's cock was standing about three and half inches tall by the time his lips reached below her belly button.

Much to her dismay, Jimmy kissed around her cock and moved down to her upper thighs. Candi put the beer to her lips and tried to relax but ten days without cumming was a long time! Jimmy kissed and nuzzled and caressed her thighs and shins and calves. After nearly twenty-five minutes of sexual pleasure and agony, he reached her toes. Sucking on each one while looking up at her, Candi absent-mindedly played with her breasts. She even would occasionally lift one to her lips and suck on her own nipples while Jimmy sucked her toes. He finally crawled between her legs and put her cock in his mouth. He used his index finger and thumb to stroke her cock as his lips slid over the crown.

Jimmy sucked her small balls into his mouth and coated them with spit from his tongue. Candi could feel her balls being rolled by his tongue as he continued to stroke her small cock. Jimmy crawled up her body until his ass was sitting on her 38DD tits and his cock was nearly to her lipstick-covered lips. Candi bends over head forward and takes his cock inside her mouth. She works the tip with her tongue and can taste his sweet precum as he slowly rocks his cock deeper inside her mouth. Once she has him good and hard, Jimmy looks down and says, "It's time for my cowgirl to ride her cowboy!"

Jimmy rolls off of Candi's body and she gets on her hands and knees, presenting her asshole to him. Jimmy's fingers poke and prod her rim before he spits into it. His fingers push his spit around her rim to get her ready for him. When Jimmy rolls onto his back, Candi knows it's her turn. She lifts her leg over his body and straddles him. Jimmy holds his cock straight up and Candi presses her spit covered rim to his cock. She slowly slides down his long, thick shaft pausing about half-way down. Jimmy releases his cock and Candi slides down the shaft. She feels him going deeply inside her asshole as she relaxes her muscles to take him. Finally she is completely impaled as she feels her little ball sack resting on him. She leans forward and they kiss as his hands reach out to squeeze her big tits.

Candi slowly rides up and down his cock at her pace. She knows this is the only time when Jimmy lets her be in control. Candi presses upwards until she barely feels his cock inside her and holds still a moment before sliding back down his cock. The sensation is always magical for her. Jimmy reaches up and pulls gently on the rings, "You are going to let me watch that cute little cock of yours bounce up and down, aren't you?"

Jimmy loves seeing her cock flip-flopping as she rides his cock. "Patience sexy! You know I will but I'm just enjoying the feeling of you inside me!" Candi fucked up and down in a slow, deliberate manner for a few more minutes before she increased her pace. Soon, her tits were bouncing all around her chest and her little cock was flopping up and down as she fucked his cock with her asshole. Jimmy's head was on a pillow and he was smiling as he watched her enjoy herself - and him.

After a few minutes, Jimmy gave Candi the ok to get herself off if she was ready. Candi reached down with her index finger and thumb and stroked her cock up and down as she rode his cock. Her hand moved quickly up and down her short shaft and breathing quickened. She rocks her head backwards as her cock cums for the first time in more than a week. She splashes on her belly a small jet of white, sticky cum. Jimmy waits until she is finished then his cock shoots inside her hole. Candi continues to ride his cock as she tries to milk him by tightening her rim around him and pulling. When she senses he is done, Candi lays forward onto Jimmy's heaving chest. She can feel her wetness between them and his cum dribbling from her asshole as she relaxes in his arms. She thinks about how lucky of a girl she has become with Jimmy.

#

The remainder of the weekend Jimmy leaves her cock free. Candi relishes the feeling of her little cock tucked, but free, in her sexy VS thong. Sunday afternoon is spent at the movies. Jimmy told her to wear a loose skirt and cotton panties before they left home, then proceeded to play with her little cock all through the movie. They sat off to one side of the theatre and Jimmy kept his hand under her skirt nearly the entire time. Candi could feel her cock untuck and press against her thin cotton panties. She was good and wet by the time the movie was over. Jimmy was feeling frisky and wouldn't let her re-tuck her cock before they left the theatre for dinner.

They grabbed dinner in a sports bar and of course, they sat at one of those high tables they have in bars. Leaning over just after they sat down, "And don't cross your legs pretty lady." Candi couldn't believe how brazen Jimmy was acting this afternoon. The cute waitress took their drink orders and smiled at Candi the entire time. "You know only get all the guys looking, but also the girls. Damn your sexy!" Jimmy kissed her on the cheek as Candi found herself squirming on the seat. She felt so exposed but really no one could tell a thing.

The garage door closed behind them and they get out of the car. Jimmy comes around to Candi's side and presses her against the front fender. His hand moves under her skirt and slips inside her wet, cotton panties. Candi closes her eyes as his hand caresses her cock. Jimmy bends down and takes her cock in his mouth. She feels his lips sliding over her cock and she is quickly as hard as she has been in some time. Her body is pressed over the fender and Jimmy's mouth is sliding over her hard cock. Candi runs her hands through his hair as he pleasures her in the warm garage. "Oh Jimmy! You're gonna make me cum!" 

Jimmy continues to ride her cock with his mouth and five strokes later she cums into his warm mouth. She feels him sucking her cock and a drop or two more dribble from the tip. Jimmy stands up and presses his lips to hers. His tongue forces her cum into her mouth as they kiss. Twice in one weekend and she feels like she's in heaven! When they finally break off the kiss, "Thank You Jimmy! You are so wonderful to me!"

That night they fucked for the fifth time since Friday afternoon, not counting the wake-up blowjobs each morning. This was more like traditional sex, at least as traditional as it gets when both partners have a cock. Candi fell fast asleep with Jimmy's cock buried in her asshole and his hands wrapped around her and holding her chest.

#

This started out like any other Monday morning when Michael was at his mother's. Candi's mouth got Jimmy awake just after six in the morning. By 7:15, Jimmy had once again encased and locked Candi's cock in place and he is kissing her good-bye.

Candi was off for a pedicure and manicure and stopped by the mall to buy a new bathing suit for Sangria with the girls. She found one that covered a bit more of her breasts than she wears on vacation with Jimmy. Those usually cover her nipples and not much more. But for the neighborhood friends, that style seemed a bit too inappropriate. The bottoms did show quite a bit of cheek but it also had ruffles to help conceal herself from the girls while she lie on her back in the sun.

Candi hopped out of the Benz at Joanie's house. Checking her make-up in the mirror, she determined she was ready for relaxing in the sun. She could hear voices in the back so she hollered at the gate and walked into the yard. Joanie was just pouring the Sangrias and Kristen waved at Candi.

Joanie's suit is white and barely conceals a thing. Kristen's is light blue and a bit more concealing but Candi was surprised given how conservative she always appears. Being in the neighborhood just a little over six months, this was the first time she'd ever seen either of her friends 'behind closed doors' as Candi found herself a bit surprised. As she got nearer, Candi was certain she could see a thin stripe of pubes through Joanie's suit.

They each hugged hello and Joanie put glasses in their hands. The sun blazed warm as they first sat, then lay by the pool. Candi found herself between the two girls and felt that they were both eyeing her body - as if checking out her curves much like the guys usually do at the beach. At some point, Candi noticed Joanie sported a tattoo that disappeared into her suit bottoms. Joanie hopped up and dove into the pool. She swam a couple laps then pulled herself out of the pool right in front of Candi. When she was out of the water, there was no doubt about the pubes. Candi, surprisingly she thought, found herself a bit aroused at the site.

By the time the second glasses of Sangria had been consumed, Candi felt herself a bit buzzed by the sun and the alcohol. Looking to her right, Kristen was removing the top of her bikini. Her breasts were small with large brown areolas. Her hands rubbed suntan lotion on the freshly exposed white skin. Picking up the cue, Joanie too removed her top. Her breasts looked similar to Candi's prior to her latest implants (38C) but Joanie's were real. "Would you be a dear and put lotion on my back?" Joanie asked Candi as she held out the tube of lotion. Candi sat stunned for a moment then took a drink of Sangria before accepting the lotion in her hands. Rubbing the lotion onto Joanie's warm skin, she could feel her move to her touch. Just as she thought she was done, Joanie turned around to face her. "Since your hands already have lotion on them, would you do my tits as well?" 

Candi was shocked - she had never in her life touched a woman's breasts - and now she was being asked to do so with Kristen watching. Not missing a beat, Joanie squirted more lotion into Candi's open hands. Tentatively, Candi reaches out and covers Joanie's breasts with her hands. The lotion coats the lightly tanned skin of her breasts. As her fingers slide over Joanie's nipples, Candi is sure she hears the slightest of sighs from Joanie. Finally the lotion is well rubbed into her skin and Kristen, topless Kristen, refills the glasses.

"Why don't you join us, Candi? Take your top off - we're all friends here."

"I don't know. I've never done that except with Jimmy."

"Well Jimmy's not here and we won't tell him if you don't want, will we Kristen?"

Candi looked towards Kristen. Her eyes were glued to Candi's large breasts as the glass was pressed to her lips. She really wanted to do it and after a moment's internal debate, Candi reached up and untied her bikini top. Candi slowly lowered the bikini away from her breasts - her 38DD with upturned nipple breasts - and bared them for Joanie and Kristen to see.

She could hear Kristen cry out, "Oh my Candi! They are beautiful!" Kristen walked around Candi's chaise lounge on slightly unsteady legs, "Can I touch them? Please, can I?" Candi was surprised and perplexed and slightly aroused at the attention.

"I guess so. You really want to touch them?" Kristen bent down and took the two large breasts in her hands. Actually Candi's tits were much larger than her hands but Kristen did her best to cup them. Her hands lightly squeezed the globes and when her thumbs lightly stroked Candi's nipples and rings, Candi was surprised by her body's reaction. She felt her little caged cock wiggle and begin to press against the hard plastic walls that held it. She had never had this reaction created by a woman before today.

Finally, Kristen released the largest tits she had ever held but Joanie's hands quickly grasped Candi's tits. "They really are quite exquisite Candi! And those rings are crazy!" Her thumbs quickly pulled on the rings before she released them. The two girls asked Candi some questions about her tits and what Jimmy liked to do with them when they were alone. Candi enjoyed being able to talk about some parts of her sex life with 'real' girls even if she did keep her big, little secret just that - a secret.

As the clock neared 4 in the afternoon, she told the girls she had to be going. She needed to clean herself up and get dinner going for Jimmy before he got home. They both watched as Candi pulled the bikini top back over her incredible breasts. Candi hugged them both before she walked out the gate.

As soon as she heard the Benz motor start, Kristen moved over to sit on the side of Joanie's chaise as Joanie sat upright. Kristen put her hands on Joanie's lotion-slicked tits, "I thought yours were big but that girl is huge!" Kristen leaned forward and pressed her lips to Joanie's. They kissed as lovers do. "I've only got 30 minutes before I need to get going myself. Let's go inside Joanie."

#

Candi was a bit buzzed from the sangria and also from the attention Kristen and Joanie showed her. Fortunately she just had to drive down the street. She had barely had enough time for a quick shower and slip a light blue sundress with no undies underneath before Jimmy got home from work. Candi greeted him with a passionate kiss hello as he took her in his arms.

"I see your glad to see me. I've been thinking about you all day long. Can dinner wait an hour or so?" Jimmy grinned at Candi as he squeezed her bare ass cheek with his hand under her dress.

"I thought you'd never get home!" Candi led him by the hand down to their bedroom and then he surprised her by immediately freeing her little cock from the hard plastic. Dinner ended up being later than an hour.



Soccer Mom



Due to a torrent of negative e-mails this story has been revised.

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Amanda was divorced two years ago but she was building a new life for herself and her daughter Courtney in the town of Gainesville. Amanda had a job in the town library and Courtney was settled in school and had made the school girls soccer team. All Courtney talked about was soccer and Amanda ended up driving her to a lot of soccer games and practices.

One day Frank, Amanda's next door neighbor was over to see her. "My lawnmower is broken beyond repair, so I wondered if I can borrow yours? I hate to buy another one this late in the season."

I'll make a deal with you." Amanda said; "If you cut my lawn, you can borrow the mower whenever you want. Courtney was supposed to cut my lawn but all she thinks about these days is soccer." 

One hot day, as Frank was finishing up her yard, she asked him if he would like to come in for a drink. Frank said sure thinking a cold beer would go good right now. To Frank's annoyance she gave him a glass of lemonade, LEMONADE, no wonder her husband divorced her. As they chatted a bit, Frank sized her up. She was a sexy thing. She had long chocolate brown hair, not parted on the side the way most women had their hair done but parted with bangs giving her an innocent look. She obviously didn't get out much. She wore a T shirt with no bra, which was sexy, but baggy slacks which had no sex appeal at all. She would look a whole lot better in tight shorts he thought, and I'd like to give her something and it wouldn't be lemonade,

A week later she came over to Frank's place almost in tears. Courtney's school had qualified for the state championship held in Drommonville, just over two hundred miles away and her car had just broken down. She thought they could get a ride with one of Courtney's friends but the only two she knew well enough to ask for a ride were Diana and Charlotte, and Diana had already agreed to give Charlotte and her daughter a ride, so now she was asking Frank.

"You're the only other person I know that has a car. If you would agree to drive us I would pay for your hotel room and all your expenses there and give you gas money." Frank thought, she'll be giving me something all right and I don't mean gas money.

Frank's cock twitched at the possibilities. "I suppose I could and it would give me a chance to get to know my beautiful neighbor."

Amanda blushed at the complement. "Just so you know, I had one disastrous relationship and I have no interest in another."

He packed a bag for the three nights and picked up Amanda and Courtney at their house. Courtney sat in the back with her I pod giving Frank a chance to chat up Amanda. He told her he had never married because his high school sweetheart dumped him for another guy shortly after he asked her to marry him. He said that destroyed his confidence and he was now reluctant to ask another woman for a date because he was afraid she would reject him also. It was all nonsense of course, he was making it up as he went but it was having the desired effect on Amanda. Women fall for a good sob story every time. "You shouldn't give up just because of a broken high school romance. You're a handsome man and I'm sure you will eventually find the right woman." He was driving with his left hand as his right was resting on his leg. "I just know you will find someone some day," she said as she reached over and patted his hand to show sympathy.

They arrived in Drommonville, checked into their hotel rooms and went to watch Courtney play in her first game. She didn't score a goal but she got in a couple good shots. Frank was more interested in the spectators than he was in the game. There were a lot of hot looking women here cheering on their daughters. Frank thought maybe he should stop going to football games and start going to soccer games. Courtney's team won the game and they celebrated with a good dinner. Back at the hotel Amanda said she was going to make sure Courtney got to bed early to rest up for tomorrows game. She said she was going to turn in early also.

Frank said, "How about coming to my room and have a nightcap? I make a mean margarita."

"No Frank, I'm tired also so we'll see you in the morning."

"Just as I thought, you're rejecting me just like everybody else. I thought maybe you're different but I see now you're just like everybody else."

"OK, I'll come over after I get Courtney to bed but just for a little while."

Frank walking back to his room thought, step one, mission accomplished. Back in his room he took off his clothes and put on pajamas and a bathrobe. He wondered how come he already had a hard on. It might be because she was sexy and didn't even know it. She had a subdued personality that really turned him on. She was sexy but not in a slutty way. He found some mood music on TV, made a batch of strong margaritas and settled down like a spider waiting for the fly.

She showed up just when Frank was starting to wonder if she had changed her mind. She was wearing the same clothes as before. Couldn't she at least dress a little sexier than that? He knew women can't become sexually aroused just by looking the way guys can; for women, they only become sexually aroused by voice and by touch, and you can't touch them unless they first feel comfortable, so after giving her the drink he suggested a card game called Hearts. It's kind of a silly game but Amanda enjoyed playing it and he could see her laugh and become more relaxed.

When he gave her a second drink she didn't object but said she would have to go back to her hotel room after that. You can ignore what women say but watch their body language carefully. When they played the first card game her feet were slightly parted but her knees were tight together. Now during the third game her knees had parted. When the 3rd game was over she stood up saying, "I really have to be going now; I'm feeling tired."

"OK, but give me a goodnight kiss first." He stood up as well and putting his arms around her he pulled her tight to his groin while he kissed her. His cock was already sticking out of his pajamas as he tried to rub it against her pussy through her dress. He was trying to stick his tongue in her mouth but she kept turning her head preventing him.

"Frank, let go of me this instant. What's got into you?" He thought, I know what's going to get into you. He grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against his throbbing cock, as she struggled to break his hold on her. He started pushing her back on the sofa. "Quit it you bastard." She thought he is a bastard so why is the feel of his cock sending tingles right to her pussy. She may not have had sex since her divorce but that didn't mean she wanted to be manhandled, so why was her pussy getting wet?

She was still resisting him as he pushed her down. Women want to be forced; that way it's not their fault if they get fucked, and their reputations are intact and nobody can call them a slut. So force them but make sure you don't hurt them or they'll turn on you and you get nothing but a slap on your face. 

"Let me up. Get off me you animal." She was still talking tough but gradually he could feel her resistance lessening and her hands were no longer on his chest trying to push him off her. His hand on her breast was exciting her. Then still keeping his hand over her dress he ran his hand slowly up her leg from her knee to her upper thigh and then lightly caressed her pussy, causing a shiver to run through her. She was not even aware she had parted her legs just a little to allow him better access. Then he resumed kissing her but she was not responding. "Come on Amanda, let me kiss you."

"OK, OK, let me up and I'll give you a kiss." He did and she kissed him with a closed mouth; that teasing little bitch could have at least given him a little tongue to encourage him. No wonder her husband left her. He kissed her forcing his tongue in her mouth while he massaged one of her breasts. He could tell her nipple was hard. "I said you could kiss me not maul me."

He wanted to fuck her but he knew it was too soon; her mind was still saying no, so he needed more time for her body to convince her mind to say yes. Forcing her back on the sofa again, he was laying half on top of her allowing him to run his hand down the front of her to massage her pussy through her dress. When he met with no resistance he started finger fucking her as best he could through her clothes.

For a guy, all he needs to see is a sexy body and he's ready to fuck, but not a woman. Just looking doesn't do much for her. She needs that touchy feely stuff and lots of kissing. A guy can be horny in 10 seconds but a woman needs a slow buildup. So just watch her body language and you can ignore what she says.

Moving down her body he first kissed then sucked her breast. Good she wasn't wearing a bra. His hot breath kisses were getting to her and he could feel her resistance melting. Now he went under her dress and as his hand caressed her panty covered pussy he could feel her wetness. Women want sex just as much as men do but they don't want to be considered easy. They want to be dominated so that they can tell themselves they had no choice but to give in. Slipping his fingers under her panties he started finger fucking her varying the speed and angle of his fingers to excite her more.. Soon he was rewarded by feeling moisture on his fingers and then slight pushback of her pussy against his hand.

Now when he was kissing her she kissed him back. When he said lift up a little she raised her hips so that he could push up her dress and pull down her panties. Now his cock could kiss her pussy lips. Once a woman is horny, that's when she likes the deep hard pounding thrusts of a cock, but to build up to that most stimulation is in the first inch or two in her pussy. He didn't try and force it into her, just let it play at her entrance and twitch against her clit. At first she had been trying to push him off but as her arousal built she let her arms relax by her side allowing Frank to caress her with his mouth, his chest against her boobs and his cock against her pussy. Why that little bitch, Frank thought, she was squirming her hips against him, trying to get him to penetrate her further but he continued to tease her. Now she had her arms around him, holding him tight while she bucked her pussy against him trying to get his cock deeper in her. She was no longer calling him names, just breathing hard. Now he slid his cock into her easily. A mistake many men make is when they reach this point they just want to fuck and shoot their load. Don't. women build more slowly to a satisfying orgasm. Start with long slow thrusts in their pussy and when they start to moan or buck up against you that's the time to start fucking quickly and deeply.

Never wear a condom because it's the spurting cum of the male that often gives women their orgasm. And another thing; when a guy shoots his load, he just wants to go home or go to sleep. Not a woman, she wants the comfort of a cock in her while she slowly comes down from her orgasm. Frank still lying on top of her just held her giving nibbles and kisses to her neck. "That was wonderful Amanda, thank you soo much."

"If you're through attacking me, get off me so I can go back to my room." She dressed and left. It didn't matter that she had co-operated at some point, it was still all Frank's fault

The next day, the final day of the tournament Frank joined Amanda for breakfast. When a woman is mad at you the first thing you have to do is bring down her emotions and give her something else to think about beside how mad at you she is. Telling her you love her is a great way to start. Women are suckers for that word. Even if they don't like you they still like to hear someone loves them "I am soo sorry for what I did. I was just so in love with you I couldn't help myself, but now in the light of day I feel terrible. I'm disgusted at myself for what I did." For a woman there is no such thing as too much groveling and they never tire of hearing, I love you.

"I guess it might have been partly my fault. I may have inadvertently encouraged you a little bit."

"Last night was one of the best days of my life. I felt alive and happy and it was all because of you. Tonight I want you to come to my room after Courtney is asleep and we will make love. It's not just for sex; I want to kiss you and hug you and I want you to spend the night with me. I'll set the alarm so that you can return to your room in the morning before she wakes up. I want to hug and kiss and cuddle after we make love and I want to sleep with you holding you in my arms all night."

That night Frank lay on the sofa wondering did he overplay his hand, did he push her too quickly. Then he heard a soft tap on the door. Opening the door he saw Amanda standing there. "Hello Frank" she said with a slight blush on her face.

The following day on their way home, Courtney was talking about how excited she was that her team had made state finals in Trenton next month. Amanda asked Frank, "Do you think you could drive us again next month? I doubt if my car will be repaired in time." 



Soccer Mom and a Bully



All characters are 18 years or older.

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"Coach! Colin tripped me!" I whined, as usual the coach wasn't paying any attention to the game he was too busy looking at the soccer mom on the field, my mom. 

"No I didn't I was trying to get the ball! he's just being a crybaby." Colin retorted, but it didn't matter either way, the coach was clearly uninterested in the event and was mainly just annoyed with the interruption of his gawking. 

"Quit the belly-aching Jessie, sometimes your going to scrape a knee or bruise an elbow, it's sports son! man up!" 

"Yeah, girl name, stop whining." Colin gnarled which received a hearty amount of laughter from the other kids on the team and topped it off with an infuriating smirk, obviously pleased with getting away with another jab at my pride. Colin was the same age as me, 18. But he sure didn't look like it. He was 6 foot tall, well built and handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes, the whole shebang and a real jerk to boot. No wonder all the girls liked him. Me on the other hand, pretty much the exact opposite at 5'4 I was a skinny, pale, nerdy loser and Colin liked to make sure I knew it. Suffice to say, I wasn't a hit with the ladies either the only time I ever asked a girl out was for a school dance and she literally laughed in my face.

As I got up and wiped the grass and dirt from my knees and palms I heard the coaches whistle blow, it was break time. all the kids rushed to the sidelines to have some food and something to drink. Every week one of the parents got the duty of providing food and drinks and just generally being around to help out during the soccer practices, this week it was my moms turn. there were two small picnic tables for everybody to eat at, I went to sit down with the one my mom was at but it was full before I got there. she looked at me and shrugged lightly, nothing to do about it, I guess I'll have to go sit at the other table with the coach. 

From where I was sitting I had a good view of my moms table, and I saw her sitting across from Colin and talking with him. all the other kids at that table were chatting amongst themselves but Colin and my mom were having a pretty involved conversation with each other. it seemed like they were having a pretty good time, they were laughing and joking together, one might even think they were flirting with each other. Why is she chatting with him? Didn't she see what a jerk he was? didn't she see how he tripped me during practice? he did stuff like that all the time but I was always too ashamed to tell her about it. Then I noticed something else, he reached over the table and casually put his hand on top of hers. I expected her to pull away immediately and say something but she didn't instead she looked down at his hand, looked up at him and blushed she looked almost bashful. he pulled his hand away before anybody noticed or it became uncomfortable and continued chatting up my mom.

I didn't understand. I was so angry and jealous, I loved my mom so much, he didn't deserve any of her tenderness. She was the picture of beauty, flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, tall and shapely only 36 but she looked 25, as a matter of fact, Colin looked more like her son than I ever did. I must admit, I thought about her sexually sometimes, she was the only woman who ever really showed me any affection. the girls at school where always so mean she wasn't like them at all, she was sweet and kind and caring she wouldn't fall for a guy like him, she was probably just being polite I thought to myself. Break time ended soon and we all headed back out to the field to continue practice after a short time I noticed Colin wasn't around doing any drills. I looked over at the coach who was fast asleep in the sun with a newspaper over his face. where did he go? I thought, but quickly pushed that thought out of my mind who cares? he probably ditched, at least he's gone.

As practice ended I started a jog towards the sidelines but noticed my mom wasn't there, she was always at the sidelines at the end of practice waiting for me. I started to walk towards the parking lot to where we had parked and noticed my mom outside the van talking to someone. It was Colin. Did he have his hand on her thigh just then? no way it must have been my imagination. As I got closer it looked like she handed him something, maybe a piece of paper? what was going

on? they both noticed me and mom greeted me "Hey, sweetie." she said in her heavenly voice followed by an innocent peck on the lip and a hug as usual. She seemed to have a funny taste on her lips this time but I didn't have much time to ponder it as I quickly realized who was standing next to us and wiped my mouth, pretending not to like the way she coddled me.

"What are you two doing?" I asked coldly. 

"Just talking." my mom said somewhat nervously. 

"About what?" I asked. My mom opened her mouth but hesitated for a second, like she was thinking of something to say. 

"Balls, scoring, dribbling, you know soccer stuff." Colin piped up with a slight chuckle and that same smirk I saw earlier. 

"Heh, yeah." my mom agreed, again nervously. 

"Anyways, we should get going. It was very nice talking to you Colin." 

"Yeah, we should talk again soon Ms. Robins." he replied in a tone of obviously pandering endearment. 

"I would love that." What an odd exchange I thought to myself before climbing into our minivan which was unusually hot and humid and smelled somewhat of sweat. But again I pushed the thought out of my mind. He was probably just acting sweet and innocent like he does with the teachers at school so he doesn't get in trouble when he bullies me. Still, the whole situation seemed odd. The next day at school was also quite odd, I noticed people staring at me a lot in the hallways and I even heard some of the kids snickering behind my back. Do I have a kick me sign on my back or something? it wouldn't be the first time someone (guess who) had done something like that to me. I went into the boys bathroom to check in the mirror and see if I could notice anything. "Hey, loser." are the first words I hear as I enter the bathroom, It's Colin, I ignore him. 

"You know, you've got a pretty hot mom, I bet you pull your little pud to her all the time." His friends laugh, he's always trying to get under my skin. 

"No I don't, that's gross." I responded but it was a lie. I did masturbate thinking of her often and at 4 inches I wasn't very well endowed either. The truth of the insult only made it sting all the more. 

"I bet you sniff her panties too you creep, what kind of panties does you mom wear?" 

"Shut up, I wouldn't know I don't do that kind of stuff, you're the creep for even thinking it." Again the sting of the truth rang through my soul I didn't just sniff them, I wore them, jacked off in them and touched them to my face. I know its wrong but my mom is so attractive and I love her so much, it's impossible to resist. 

"Your mom's definitively the type of lady that wears sexy underwear. Probably small, tight, white lace with some kind of frilly lining and a splash of pink." my eyes widened, she had a pair exactly like Colin had just described, how did he guess? 

"Shut up! Fuck you!" I yelped, my voice cracking pathetically in the process and stormed out of the bathroom and directly into the principles chest. 

"What did I just hear you say Jessie?" 

"N-nothing." I meekly responded, I knew I was in trouble. Then Colin and his friends came strolling out of the bathroom. 

"I think he said 'F you' to me Sir, he was being very rude to us in the bathroom talking about our mothers and what kind of panties they wear." 

"What! no I wasn't! you were talking about my moms panties!" I blurted out, much to my humiliation and the amusement of every kid in the hallway who heard it. 

"None of that matters, I heard what you said Jessie and you are getting after school detention." What a day, I sulked on into class and tried not to think about the fact that I was going to miss the bus now and would have to walk home, I wouldn't get in until supper time. When I got home that night I was exhausted, my mom was in the kitchen getting ready to make supper 

"So, how was your day?" she asked, she always cares. 

"It was fine, I guess." I didn't like to talk to her about getting bullied, I didn't want her to think I was a some kind of wimp, even though I am. 

"You hungry?" 

"Not really, I'm really tired actually, I think I'm just going to go to sleep." I said and she asked me; 

"How come?" but was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. "Oh sorry honey, one sec." I caught a fleeting glance at the name on the phone '8iq6oi' what a strange name I thought, oh well, I took it as an opportunity to escape into my room. As I'm laying in my bed I hear mom calling me from downstairs. "Sweetie, that was work calling since you aren't having dinner I figured it would be okay if I headed out for a bit." Jumping at the opportunity for some 'alone time' I quickly replied, 

"Yeah, sure, that's okay with me!" and waited until I could hear the door shut and the car drive off. Eagerly pulling my pants down I sat at my computer half naked squeezed some hand lotion into my palm and started an all too familiar ritual slowly massaging my meagre erection I logged onto my e-mail. I was subscribed to many different porn sites and got a daily inbox full of MILF porn, specifically of the tall, curvy, blonde haired, blue eyed variety. But as I'm scanning my e-mail I notice one that stands out, it's from Colin, how did he get my e-mail address? he probably got it from some girl, I've handed it out before in the hopes of starting up a relationship online, god knows I can't do it in real life. "Subject: sorry" Hmm.. "hey dude sorry I was such a dick today here's something to make it up to you" there was a video file embedded in the e-mail. Against better judgement I opened the file, my hard cock still in my hand slimy from the lotion. 

The video is really dark and shaky but I can hear a voice... my moms voice! the video quality is terrible and I can't see anything but I know that's my moms voice! I would recognize It anywhere. "Oh god, I can't believe we're doing this, I think we should stop." my mom says. What is this? what is mom talking about? what is Colin doing with this? why did he send it to me? questions are racing through my mind. 

"No way." a male voice speaks up "They are going to be out there for another hour at least and the coach is fast asleep, that's plenty of time." it sounded like Colin, but there's no way, it couldn't be. My heart started to beat faster and my hands started to shake. 

"But what if someone finds out, what if he finds out?" 

"Nobody will find out I promise, he loves playing soccer so much he wont even notice you're gone, trust me I know, we're friends. Let me just put my phone down." As he does everything starts to come into view. The inside of a mini-van, our mini-van, it looks like he propped the phone up against the door and the ashtray so it is filming the backseat of the van. I see my mom and, to my dread, Colin. My heart stops, my throat tightens, my stomach drops and butterflies start fluttering in my chest. No, what's happening? this can't be what I think it is. As I think that he leans in and kisses her, there's a still moment, then she kisses him back, passionately. I know now in retrospect after having watched the video dozens of times that was the moment all abandon was thrown out the window, along with her shirt and bra. 

With no thought to consequences she lets him suck on her breasts, so soft and tender, moaning faintly and running her fingers through his hair, almost motherly like. He starts kissing the side of her breasts, then down to the tender ticklish flesh over her ribs, then back over to her soft tight stomach and finally her belly button. As he sucks and licks her tiny delicate belly button she lets out a slight gasp and he begins un-buttoning her pants. He pulls on them firmly and they fall down past her soft thighs to her knees revealing her "Small, tight, white lace panties with the frilly lining and a splash of pink."

My heart begins beating again, faster this time likely to pump the large amount of blood that is filling my small but bulging erection and my hand instinctively starts to move up and down, very slowly. Colin begins undressing himself, quickly pulling his top off and pulling down his soccer shorts and underwear to reveal a large thick 10 inch long erection. My mother puts her hand over her mouth at the sight of it her eyes grow wide "Oh, my." she says, before looking back up into his eyes with the most lustful stare I have ever seen. I'm in an almost trance like state, I don't even register what is happening in front of my eyes, like I'm in shock. My own mother. Colin. My hand still slowly moving up and down my sticky lotion smeared dick. 

She takes his cock in her hands slowly rubbing it up and down almost matching my own rhythm while they make out with each other. their faces are less than an inch apart, staring directly into each others eyes as their tongues twist and knot and dance together like some wet fandango, saliva running down both their chins. Her grip on his erection gets tighter as he starts to pull her panties down her thighs, still lip-locked and still never looking away from each other. She pulls away "I want this inside me." she says, forcefully. and just like that I'm pulled out of my trance and the reality of this starts to set in. 

"Mommy... no." tears begin to well in my eyes but I start to stroke slightly faster "Please, not you mommy, not with him. Don't do it, I love you." the motion in my hand contradicting the emotion in my brain. She presses up against him and positions herself above his cock and begins to lower her visibly dripping pussy down on his dick. I plead and beg at the screen knowing that it has already happened and I can't stop it, but still hoping I can. As the head of his dick touches her soft tiny waxed and hairless pussy lips they both stop for a second and she rubs his knob against her pussy. 

"You want it in you, don't you?" 

"Oh god yes." she says. 

"Oh god no." I reply. 

"Me too, I want to fill you up so bad, and I'm going to. I'm going to fill you up completely." my mother visibly trembles at the thought. "Hold on let me get more comfortable." Colin says as he adjusts himself so he is now lying down with my mother straddling him preparing herself to fuck his heavy powerful rod. Then it happened, she started to press down on his cock, there's resistance at first, he is big and she is small, it's clearly a tight fit. But quickly her pussy envelopes the head of his cock. I can only imagine what it feels like, and I have, many times, worse still is that it looks like it feels even better than I ever thought it would. He moans and says "Yeah, fucking sit on it." my mother lets out a moan of her own, getting louder and more lustful the deeper she pushes him inside of her 

"ooooOOOOOOH, Yes! fill me! fill my pussy up!" clearly she had taken a liking to his phrasing. 

"Nooo, mom, please." I meekly whimper to myself as I hunched over drawing myself closer to the computer screen and began "pulling my little pud" with a much more solid rhythm than before. She reaches the hilt of his shaft, her petite pussy lips twitching around its base. She has a look of deep satisfaction on her face, clearly pleased with having mounted such a large and thick cock. 

"I can't believe how big you are, I've never in my life had such a big... " trailing off into a breathy moan. 

"Yeah, you like 'em big don't you?" 

"Mmm, yes." my mother replies zombie-like. 

This revelation makes me look down at my own cock, small and skinny and I start to sob gently, I'll never be big enough for her, not even close, not after him. I hate him so much. I'm sobbing heavily now but I raise my eyes back up at the glowing screen and with shameless abandon begin masturbating furiously. "Ride me." Colin says demandingly, my mother begins to lift herself up his shaft revealing just how wet and sloppy her pussy is. His cock glistens, even his belly glistens from when she was sat on it. Her pussy is literally drooling on his broad solid pole as beads of clear slick juice roll down his shaft. Rhen she drops herself back down on him 

"Ugh!... Uh... Yeah... Yes!... Fuck!... Me... Fuck me!... Ugh... Fuck me!... Hard!... Fuck me deep!" my mother grunts obscenely and in time with her sopping puss dropping down onto his cock. 

"Yeah... Take it... Fuck yeah!... You slut!... Ride me... Bitch!... Fuck me!" Colin replies degradingly, every insult out of his mouth is like a dagger in my back and every breath of pleasure out of hers is like one in my heart. Her pink silky skin starts to shine with a thin layer of sweat, beads roll down her shapely curves accentuating her lascivious body. The soggy wet noises of love making that their thoroughly entangled genitals are making are matched by the pathetic shlicking sounds of my creamy hand and prick. My sobbing, now reduced to gentle but steady whimpering makes for a suitably pitiful soundtrack. I can see my mothers body start to tense up. 

"I'm going to cum... I'm about to cum!" her downward thrusts became quicker and more shallow. 

"Yeah, cum on me!" every time I hear his voice I cringe and my cock twitches slightly. She tenses up, her muscles firm and frozen, she stops moving completely. But Colin doesn't, he wants more, he wants to give her more, so he begins thrusting violently upwards into her pussy. it causes my mother to shriek loudly as she trembles with convulsions of pure pleasure and her eyes roll back into her head "I can feel your pussy cumming, I can feel it spasming around my cock!" she tries to say something in response but I can't quite make it out exactly, some incoherent combination of slutty grunts and dirty talk. Her body begins to relax and she slumps over the backseat. Her eyelids are half shut and she looks exhausted, Colin's thrusting has slowed and become jerky. "I'm going to bust my nut!" he says crudely which seems to sober my mom up and she quickly shouts; 

"Not inside!" He pulls out and they both wordlessly go to their respective positions; her crouched down on the floor at his waist and him standing up with his head crooked against the roof of the van. She swiftly puts him inside her mouth and begins to suck. She sucks him deep and caresses and cradles his balls too, I can even see her tongue darting around inside her mouth and around his cock through movements in her flushed cheeks. 

"UGH!" he grunts like an animal and tenses up but my mother keeps him in her mouth, she doesn't stop sucking, or licking, or cradling. I can see every load he shoots into her heavenly velvety mouth through the pulses of his shaft, there are many. Six to be exact, I counted. She pulls him out of her mouth and rests his knob on her lips as she swallows his spunk. There are two hard, heavy swallows, the kind you do when you have something thick like peanut butter stuck in the back of your throat. As she is swallowing his gunk a pool of thick white jizz is oozing out of his cock and puddling on her full luscious puckered lips, which she then purposefully and lustfully licks. She finishes him off by giving him a soft gentle peck on the tip of his dick, the same kiss she would give me on my lips only moments later.




Soccer Mom and a Bully



"Oh god, that was amazing Ms. Robins." 

"Mmmmmm, it sure was, big boy." those last words repeat in my head "Big boy." my mind stops for a moment, though my hand doesn't and I come to a realization It wasn't "8iq6oi" on my moms caller ID, it was "Bigboi" the realization makes my spine jerk and a shiver shoots down it from my neck to my hips and then straight up into my dick, the head balloons as blood rushes into it, my shaft twitches strongly and I shoot the largest single rope of cum I have ever shot accompanied by an orgasm that goes down to my toes and causes my head to arch backwards as the thick rope drops back down onto my own face, stinging my eye and coiling up inside my open gasping mouth. 

Although my eye did hurt from the salty discharge, they were streaming with tears for other reasons. Wiping my shame off of my face and spitting it out of my mouth I slink dejectedly into my bed and try to cry myself to sleep but soon hear a car pull into the driveway and the front door open and shut, mom is home. I hear her climbing up the stairs and walking down the hall towards my room and she softly speaks outside my door "Honey are you awake?" I don't answer, the door slowly creaks open. Quiet footsteps make their way to me and I feel her weight as she sits down on the edge of my bed careful not to wake me "Good night sweetie." she caresses my hair and gives me an innocent peck on the lips, there is a familiar taste, although this time I cannot wipe it away.



Soccer Mom and a Bully



This story was written with the express permission of the previous. All characters are 18+.

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It's been two years since I was kicked out of my own house. Two years since I was humiliated and made to look like a pervert. A lot has changed during these two years, both good and bad changes. But they have all led to me closer to my goal: revenge. 

About 6 months after I got kicked out and moved in with my Dad I knew that I wanted, needed, revenge. But in order for that to happen I knew I needed to make some drastic changes. First and foremost, I needed to get into better shape. So I started weight training and put myself on a diet designed to promote muscle growth. In the beginning, I couldn't even lift the bar, which if you must know weighs a mere 55 lbs. Now I am proud to say that that I can bench press 305 lbs for a maximum of 3 reps and leg press a little over 500 pounds. Oh, I almost forgot. During my weight training my penis grew bigger as well. Nothing drastic but I am now considered to be "average" in size. But packing on muscle was only half of my plan. The other half involved a lot of training in martial arts at a local studio. As of today, I am ready to get what I deserve. 

In the two years I have lived with my father, Colin and my Mom haven't moved out of my old house and have failed to have a child. Call it karma, call it bad luck but that is the way life goes I guess. Anyways it is a Monday and as usual Colin is home alone waiting for my Mom. Fortunately, I still have a key. I merely walk up to the door and enter. Too easy. 

Colin hears the door open and shouts out a hello. I make my way towards him as silently as I can and succeed in getting behind him which allows for Phase 2. Getting a confession. 

"Hello Colin. It's been a long time."

"Jessie? Is that you? Untie me you little prick!!" 

I forgot to mention that after putting Colin in a sleeper hold I tied him up to a chair. It will make it easier to get what I want out of him. 

"You're in no position to be making demands. I have one though. Would you like to hear mine? Although I must admit it's not a demand since you WILL end up doing it. But it's very simple. You tell my Mom the truth. You tell her everything. How you bullied me, how you humiliated me, how you made those tapes. I'm giving you one chance to save yourself a lot of pain. So what's it going to be Colin?"

"Fuck off tiny dick."

I was expecting this. 

"You know, I was hoping you would say that. Now we get to have some fun."

3 hours later

"Honey I'm-" Mom stops in her tracks when she sees what I've done to Colin. Suffice it to say that he received the beating of his life and is now barely recognizable. 

Mom looks at him for a second, then looks at me and I can see the recognition in her eyes that it's me. She is too shocked to say anything. 

"Hello Mom. Colin has something he wants to tell you." 

She looks at him in confusion, then horror, anger and finally she bursts into tears as he tells her everything. 

"Jessie, I had, I didn't-"

"Shut up. You can talk when I'm done but right now you're going to listen. There is no better way to say this but you deserve this. You deserve the pain of looking at your boyfriend battered and beaten. I know all about your little encounters with him. Like the time you didn't pick me up and forced me to walk home in the rain so you could fuck him. You think you're a good person? You call yourself a Mom? You couldn't be any further from it. You humiliated me. Now it is time I return the favor."

"Jessie I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Please forgive me," she says in between sobs. Ignoring her comment I tell her to take off her clothes. 

"What?"

"I SAID TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!!"

Startled by my outburst she readily complied first taking off her dress to reveal only a bra and no panties. What a whore. She reaches behind her back and undoes her bra, letting it drop to the floor and exposing her breasts.

"Now masturbate. 

"What? No! No way in hell will I do that! I may be sorry but I'm not that sorry!"

"If you want to have any chance of surviving the night you will do exactly what I say."

Tentatively, she reaches down to her exposed pussy and starts to masturbate. Unable to help myself I pull out my dick and start to jerk off, watching her the whole time. I decide to take it one step further and put my dick next to her face. Without hesitation she takes me into her mouth. It feels better than I could have ever imagined. Looking over at Colin I notice he has a raging boner. Fucking pervert. Just then she starts to fondle my balls, bringing a whole new feeling and bringing me ever closer to my orgasm. I feel her run her tongue against my cock inside her mouth and that does it. I force myself as far as I can in her mouth and shoot my seed down her throat triggering her own orgasm. Her moans only spurs me on as I shoot what seems like a bucket down into her belly. After what seems like an eternity I look over and notice Colin came in his pants! I quickly zip up and drop my last bombshell. 

"By the way this whole thing has been recorded. I will be making copies and sending it out to Dad and your work. You will lose everything, just like I did when you kicked me out of this house." 

"No! Jessie! Please don't do this! I'll do whatever you want! I'll-"

The sound of her pleas is interrupted by my closing of the front door as I walk out of her life forever. In the days that followed I followed through on my promise and sent a copy to her work, anonymously of course. While she didn't get fired from what I understand any chance of her getting promoted is over. Colin on the other hand moved out less than a day after I got my revenge. With no skills he reverted to a life of crime and is currently serving 10 years in prison for armed robbery. 

I am doing great if you are wondering. After my Dad saw the tape minus the blowjob he apologized to me and we now have as good of a father-son relationship as possible. I got my college degree in psychology and plan to become a therapist. During my time in college I met the woman of my dreams, Susan. We are engaged and plan to marry this June. 

If there is anything you take from this please know this: life will kick you down but it will also give you the opportunity to get back up. It is up to you to take the opportunity, no matter how strange it may seem. 

THE END