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For
those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on
you! For those folks who may be
offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat lector--you have been
warned. The following is a work of
non-fiction and if this has ever happened to you, then you know like I do!
Mistaken
Identity, by Rob Morton (m/F)
One
When
I look back a lot of years at what I'm about to tell you, I feel a mixture of emotions: Embarrassment, a little humiliation and,
yes, some humor. But I just had to
share this with you readers 'cause it's really just too precious to keep to
myself.
Way
back in the day, when I was a strapping young buck of 15, I met the girl who today
is my wife. When we first met, we did
all the usual things: take walks in the rain, use of reams of paper writing
letters to each other and, oh, yeah, fucking like rabbits.
There
were times, though, when we wanted to get together and do the deed - but having
parents at home during the evening wasn't really conducive to getting your
rocks off, you know? My wife and I (and
I'll refer to her as such in this writing) had our parents' work schedules down
pretty pat, so much that there were times when bagging a day of school was the
order of the day if we wanted to get laid.
We
decided one night to play a little hooky so I could get a lot of nooky. The plan was that she'd leave the front door
unlocked the next day after sneaking back into the house after her parents'
left for work; that way, all I'd have to do is ease on inside. From there, I knew she'd be naked and in bed
waiting for me.
For
my part, I knew the hardest part would be walking out of my house like it was
business as usual, without giving my mother the slightest hint that I was
anxious to leave. Just as soon as I was
around the corner and out of sight, my heart started racing and my dick sprang
to attention.
I
quickly made my way to my wife's house, which wasn't all that far away, taking
care not to get spotted by any of the neighbors; all it would take would be for
one of them to see me heading in the opposite direction my school was in and,
well, there would be hell to pay. But,
when you're 15 and full of dick-hardening hormones, well sometimes catching a
little hell is worth it.
Two
I
arrived at my destination about ten minutes later. Stepping up onto the porch, I opened the screen door and tried
the doorknob; when the door opened, I knew I was home free! Once safe inside, my body seemed to shift
the nervous energy I had from worrying about getting busted to anticipating
busting a nut or two in my girl's pussy.
I took my time climbing the very creaky stairs, unmindful of the noise
'cause I knew my baby would hear them, knew it would be me, and get her juices
flowing.
Approaching
her room, I eased the door open and stepped into a surprisingly dark room as
the thick drapes that normally stood wide open were now closed. I thought it a little unusual and, today,
such a change would have made me immediately suspicious. Again, when you're 15 and all you have on
your mind is fucking, well, you just don't pay attention to that sort of thing.
I
dismissed the closed drapes without giving them another thought, turning
instead to the outline of a body buried under the covers. As I began to undress, I just couldn't wait
to sample the delicious delights I knew lay in wait for me. I stood alongside the bed for a moment,
wondering if my girl was sleeping 'cause she had yet to pull back the covers to
reveal her big tits and juicy cunt.
Which
worked for me; I was so horny that while undressing, I decided to forego the
usual kissing/titty sucking/coochie fingering and go right for the meat of the
matter - eating her pussy! I stood
there, drooling at the thought of wrapping my lips around her big clitty and
going for what I knew.
So,
instead of peeling back the layers of covers, I just climbed into bed by going
under the covers at the middle of the bed, allowing her to stay covered in the
coolness of the room - and putting me right where I wanted to be.
She
was laying with her back to me, wearing nothing but her housecoat; I gently
rolled her over onto her back, using a free hand to part her legs and, without any
preamble, dove headfirst into her warm, musky sex.
Oh,
man! Her scent pussy was intoxicating,
hot and spicy with just a hint of perfume; using my fingers carefully, I pushed
aside her panties and parted her outer labia, weaving my way through the thick
thatch of pubic hair until her clit was exposed. As dark as it was under the covers, I didn't need to see it to
know it was lying there waiting for me, big and fat and oh, so succulent. I also knew that after a few licks, it would
grow bigger and fatter until it felt like a little prick in my mouth; I
actually wiped away a trickle of saliva from my lips before claiming my prize.
At
the initial contact, I felt my wife stiffen for a moment as my tongue slowly
worked its way across the very sensitive surface of her bud, collecting every
bit of juice that it found, until she relaxed enough for me to really get down
to business.
A
few years before, I had "discovered" the joy of cunnilingus. My father, for some reason I'll never
understand, felt it necessary to warn me.
"Son,"
he said in his best fatherly voice.
"Whatever you do in life, don't you ever - and I mean ever - put
your mouth on a girl's pussy!"
"Why?"
I asked, perplexed at the statement.
"Ah,
well, just don't do it because I said so," came the reply.
Which,
of course, meant that the first chance I got, I put my mouth on a girl's pussy
to find out why I shouldn't. Needless
to say, that was one of the things my father told me that was pure bullshit...
I
sucked my girl's clit into my mouth hard, just as she likes it, and began
twirling my tongue around the blood-engorged head, and was rewarded with
hearing her breath catch in her chest.
As I continued to suck and lick her clit, her breathing came much faster
and it didn't take long before she was moaning and clawing at my back, pushing
and holding my head down - like I needed any encouragement to stay there!
My
girl - my wife - squirts when she comes; it's like having a bowl of warm water
tossed in your face. I worked my lips
and tongue over every inch of her pussy I could get at, feeling her clitty
jumping and twitching every time I drew it into my hungry mouth. I felt her body stiffen, followed by a moan
unlike anything I'd ever heard before.
Her
hands fumbled along my body until they found my cock and began stroking it
feverishly, which kinda surprised me a little.
Just the same, I concluded that she was just as horny as I was and it
explained her slightly unusual enthusiasm.
Not
that my girl was a bad lay, mind you.
Despite being a couple of years older than me, she was inexperienced but
eager to learn more after I deflowered her a few months earlier.
Her
hands were flying over my cock, often painfully, but still rather pleasurable
as I continued to eat her until she fell over the edge, showing my face with a
tremendous blast of girl-juice. The
force and quantity of the shower I was getting surprised me for a moment; the
surprise turned into panic as her hot juices found their way up my nose and
into my eyes (even though I had them closed).
Beneath
me - and still squirting like a fire hose - my lover bucked and writhed like a
mad woman; somewhere along the line, she let go of my cock, using her fingers
to claw at my body. I hit a really good
spot, causing her to gush again, but also causing her to start pounding on my
back and side while trying to close her legs.
I withstood the orgasm-induced beating I was receiving, focusing on
keeping her legs spread wide and her fountain flowing.
I
backed off a little, more to catch my breath than to give her a break. As I coughed up a little of her spunk, my
baby took advantage of the situation, shedding her now-soaked housecoat and
very ruined panties and roughly grabbing my hips and shoving me into position
above her until we were in a 69, a position I'd recently learned to appreciate.
This
time, it was my turn to gasp as her mouth surrounded my tool, her tongue
stabbing at my knob as she proceeded to swallow me whole. The suddenness of her action froze me in
place, wiping out a couple of stray thoughts that popped into my head.
For
one, I'm kinda "proud" to say that at 15, I sported a seven-inch cock
when fully erect. It mostly served to
put me on the ass end of a few jokes made by the guys in the shower after
gym... and to not get me laid on a few occasions; a girl would take one look at
me, standing hard and proud and ready to fuck and say, "Uh, uh-you ain't
putting that thing in me!"
It
really didn't surprise me that, despite my size, my girl was taking me deep;
after the very first time she did it, she showed great determination in going
for it all until, after only a couple of weeks of practice, she was able to
swallow me effortlessly.
But
what she was doing to me now was something else! Not only was she sucking me like an old pro, she was really
aggressive, grabbing my hips and literally shoving my turgid rod down her
gullet. I recovered from my initial
surprise to go back finish the job of laying waste to her cunt.
It
was hotter than hell under all those covers; between our perspiration and her
juices flowing like a river, everything was completely drenched. The atmosphere under there was something to
be desired as well, the air thick and cloying, laced with the nearly
overpowering smell of hot pussy. I knew
I wasn't going to last much longer down there before the heat and relative lack
of oxygen caused me to pass out.
I
had another problem though, one a bit more immediate. My darling woman was sucking the shit out of me, her mouth working
every inch of my cock and balls until I felt that dreaded - and most sought
after - feeling of my pending release.
Knowing
that she didn't want me coming in her mouth, I tried to disengage myself - to
no avail. Even after croaking out that
I was about to cum did nothing but cause her to increase her activity upon my
member until I couldn't hold it any longer.
I
grunted as my orgasm kicked me in the back of the head, my pearly load spilling
from me in long, agonizingly delicious spurts; I could feel her throat working
against the quivering shaft of my cock as she swallowed every drop of my seed,
her lips gently milking me for more.
Spent
- and damn near out from the heat and sensory overload, I rolled over onto my
back and into the biggest wet spot this side of a swimming pool; as I squirmed
out of the cold wetness, I could swear I was squishing...
My
lover took advantage of this situation as well, using her hands to get me to
turn until my head poked out of the covers and she had my spot in the inky darkness. I could feel her hands massaging my
semi-hardness, sending jolts of that peculiar pleasure/pain through me and
making the afterglow that much brighter.
Ah,
but she wasn't done with me yet! Much
to my surprise, her mouth closed on me again; with the leverage she now had,
she really started to have her way with me, sucking and slurping loud enough
for me to hear her despite the "soundproofing" offered by the heavy
covers. And, just when I thought it
couldn't get better (or worse, take your pick), my next surprise came in the
form of a finger being inserted into my rectum, bringing me instantly to full
erection. Oh, damn - I've died and gone
to teenager heaven!
Three
My
then-girlfriend took her own sweet time sucking me, using her tongue in some
rather imaginative ways. Above her, I
was totally oblivious to my surroundings; my world consisted of my cock buried
in her throat and her finger buried in my ass.
Suddenly,
as I was about to cut loose for the second time, she stopped and scrambled to a
kneeling position - my cue to start laying some pipe, which I took without
hesitation, diving back under the stifling environment of the bed coverings.
I
wound up pulling the covers from the bottom of the bed so she could stick her
head out, which would also offer me some of the cool air as well. Taking a deep breath, I eased my cock into
her slowly but firmly. I wanted her to
feel my length and thickness without hurting her, which I had accidentally done
the last time we made love.
Oh,
sweet Jesus! Her pussy was so
well-lubricated that I slid into her up to the hilt without even trying. I began to fuck her slowly, relishing the
delightful feel of her cunt gripping me, wanting to draw the moment out as long
as I could.
Sadly,
the need to come overshadowed any thoughts about lasting inside her; I picked
up my pace, slamming my cock into her hard enough that the headboard, down at
my feet, banged hard against the wall with each thrust.
My
balls tightened and I exploded inside of her, the sensation not as pleasurable
as the first time. As my spunk jetted
into her hot moistness, it felt as if the temperature of my goo had increased
tenfold. Kneeling in front of me, my
lady grunted and moaned as I shot into her, shoving her hips back against me,
urging me deeper inside of her.
Once
again spent and damn near wasted, I managed to get onto my back (hit another
puddle), drawing in the cool air of the room in big gulps. We lay there for a moment without moving,
each of us taking this precious time to recover from our orgasmic ordeal.
I'm
not sure how much time had passed before I felt her mouth on me again, coaxing
me into hardness once more. This time,
we did the 69 on our sides, allowing us both freedom of movement even though I
knew we wanted to stay locked like this forever. After a couple more episodes of almost drowning in her juices, I
took her from behind again, packing her stuff like I'd never done it before - or
ever would again. And, like before, we
both exploded, tidal waves of pleasure beating onto our youthful, lustful
bodies until neither of us could take any more.
* *
*
Time
didn't have a lot of meaning for a while, just like I knew it was something I
didn't have a lot of. I managed to peek
at the illuminated dial of my Timex (takes a licking, etc.) and saw that it was
later than I could imagine - I'd have to get going in the next few minutes in
order to "be seen" coming home from school.
My
girlfriend-wife was still at the bottom of the bed, snoring softly and sleeping
blissfully. I got up and got dressed,
making a mental note to get in the house and into the shower before Mom could
smell the heavy scent of sex on me. As
I left her room, I saw the top of her head peeking out of the covers and I leaned
over and kissed the exposed part, completely satisfied and 1000% in love with
the woman who'd bear my children and stay with me for the rest of our lives.
I
made it home and into the shower without much trouble; Mom had wanted to talk
about my day "in school;" I promised that we'd talk after I showered,
claiming that I was really funky and needed to be clean. It wasn't so unusual a statement from me, so
Mom didn't think much of it.
Four
Somewhere
around 5:30 or so, the phone rang-it was my baby, asking me if I wanted to come
up and spend some time with her. Shit,
does a bear shit in the woods? After
grabbing my jacket and telling my mother I was leaving, I hauled ass up the
street to my girl's house, anxious to talk to her about the incredible sex we'd
had earlier in the day - I was curious to find out what had gotten her so hot
to trot!
I
arrived a few minutes later, speaking to her father when he opened the
door. He grumbled something about my
mother and father not being married when I was born, but stepped aside to admit
me, pointing me in the direction of the dining room.
I
entered the small dining room to find my girl sitting at the table studying
something. We kissed and engaged in a
little small talk before we got a little quiet (causing her father to
investigate, of course). When I was
sure the coast was clear, I turned to her.
"I
had a really good time today," I said, my voice full of awe and love for
this girl.
"You
did? I didn't," she replied,
nodding at the books in front of her.
"They laid a pop quiz on us in three straight classes!"
"Yeah,
sure they did," I said with a wink, figuring that she was just saying this
to keep her parents in the dark.
"They
did," she protested, a little peeved at me because I appeared not to
believe her. However, one look at her
face pretty much wiped the smile off of mine - I was starting to get a very bad
feeling...
"You're
serious!" I croaked, the implications just now starting to firm up in my
young brain.
"Of
course, I'm serious. Oh, I'm sorry I
wasn't here this morning, but Mom followed me out of the house so far that I
had no choice but to go to school. I
guess you found the house locked up and went yourself, huh?"
"Uh,
no, I didn't," I said, my blood turning to ice. "I was here."
"You
were in here by yourself?" she exclaimed, the disbelief obvious in her
tone of voice.
"Oh,
shit," I cursed, the realization finally hitting me like a ton of
bricks. "If you were in school
today, then..."
"Then,
what?" she prodded. I could
imagine that the look on my face was pretty scary, judging by the was she was
looking at me.
"If
you were in school, then who was I fucking today?" I said slowly. Quickly, I told my girlfriend of the events
that took place earlier in the day and, for a very long moment, we both sat and
looked at each other, our minds numb.
Right
about that time, a couple of things happened.
One, my girl's father bellowed for her - he needed her to go to the
corner store for something. The next
thing that happened was that her mother came out of the kitchen; she saw me
sitting at the table, my mouth hanging open; instead of the stream of
invectives she usually reserved just for me, she smiled and greeted me
pleasantly. In that moment, I knew...
See,
what I didn't tell you about was the uncanny resemblance my wife bore to her
mother. They were the same height, the
same weight, and they even wore their hair in the same style. Once, I came up behind my girlfriend, spun
her around, and laid one hellacious kiss on her - only to discover that I had
just sucked face with her mother, who was dressed exactly as her daughter,
right down to the penny loafers on her feet!
The
room began to swim and I felt very lightheaded and woozy until I remembered to
breathe. With my head clearing a
little, my girlfriend's mother and I just stared at each other, me with a look
of total shock and disbelief, her with one of those smirks that said, "Ah,
you didn't know it was like that, did you?" I remember making some lame excuse to leave after my baby
returned...
It
wasn't until after we were married some four years later that I found out what
really happened that fine October day.
My wife managed to tell me, laughing at both my stupidity and
embarrassment, that her mom had sniffed out our plot to bag school and had a
plan of her own. She made sure her
daughter went to school, then returned home and set things up so that I'd think
it was my girl when I arrived.
It
was a grand plan, right up to leaving the door unlocked. Today, I know it's one of the oldest tricks
in the book when you're young and trying to get laid; back then, it never
occurred to either of us that her mom would set us up.
The
plan was for her to surprise me with her presence, then after busting my ass,
taking me home so my mother could whip me like the proverbial redheaded
step-child. Like I said, it was a nice
plan and would have worked... had I pulled back the covers. Instead, by my diving into bed - and
straight into her - in an unexpected manner, things got quickly out of hand;
and the rest, as they say, is history.
I
remember some five years after that "confession" having a
conversation with my now mother-in-law about that day. I won't bore you with what was said - let's
just say that I earned some major brownie points and a lot of respect from
her. Yeah, she was laughing the whole
time she talked to me, making me feel like I was 15 again, but I could also see
her eyes twinkling as she recalled the day I fucked her. God, I felt so stupid, not being able to
tell the difference between them! Just
goes to show what happens when you think with the wrong head, doesn't it?
Today,
almost thirty years after that memorable day, we get along very well, as you
might imagine, even though I've never really been able to look her straight in
the eyes. Although age and a lot of
water under the bridge have dampened her spirit and her mind, I often wonder if
she remembers - because I always will.
Finis
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