Roommates Part 4: Missy's Magic Wand
Roommates Part 4: Missy’s Magic Wand Missy brings her toy out to play.
View Author’s Copyright Information It came as a big surprise the following Friday when my girlfriend Jane and I came in late and heard some moaning from both Missy and her date when we came home the following Friday night.
Missy was our roommate.
She was a petite little redhead, with a cute round face, small, lovely breasts and a bottom which set a standard for female backsides everywhere.
Cute as button, and hot as a firecracker Missy had a date anytime she wanted.
But for all her dating she hadn’t ever brought a guy home before, at least not into her bedroom.
In fact, we thought her a virgin.
From the squeaking and rattling sounds, not to mention the moans, she was taking another step forward in her sexual initiation.
Jane and I exchanged a long look and decided to head back over to the Gas House to watch some movies and give Missy some privacy.
Everybody deserves special privacy now and then.
Especially their first time.
Turned out we were right to go.
When we got in about two A.M.
Missy’s date was left by then and we found her was wrapped in a bathrobe and rummaging through the bathroom looking for Tylenol.
Her auburn locks looked kind of ratty and out of control and her makeup was gone, two rather unusual circumstances for our lovely roommate.
Hi Missy, I ventured, noticing that she didn’t look totally happy.
In fact she looked rather unhappy.
Which is not what I expected.
Hey Troy, she said, looking distracted.
Jane, do you know where we put that bottle of Tylenol.
Finished it Saturday morning, my sweetie said, rummaging around her purse.
I’ve got some aspirin though.
Missy stuck her palm out.
Gimme four.
Jane finally fished out her bottle and doled out the drugs.
I found myself wavering between my curiosity and a desire let Missy say something when she wanted to.
She was clearly unhappy, which seemed quite at odds with what we observed earlier.
Most people are darned happy after making the sign of the beast with two backs.
But not Missy, which made me plenty curious.
Discretion won out so I didn’t say a thing as Missy popped four aspirin with a big slug of water then headed for her room.
Right as she was about disappear behind the curtain which divided her ‘room’ from the rest of the apartment, she stopped and turned to us and said Why must it be so hard? And then she disappeared inside.
Jane and I exchanged another long look and decided we should talk about this later.
With our apartment’s cobbled-together layout, privacy wasn’t something anyone really enjoyed.
Instead we both undressed for bed.
Naturally I ogled.
My sweetie was extremely curvy with curly brown hair and big full breasts that even a loose nightshirt can’t conceal.
She liked me looking, but somehow we both understood this was not the right moment for she and I to get all warm and runny.
We could make love later when we had some privacy.
Maybe after Missy told us what really happened.
If she told us.
Missy woke us up at six, begging for a few more aspirin.
I rolled over and looked at her, while Jane just handed her the bottle.
You okay? I asked, figuring that a simple expression of concern couldn’t get me in too much trouble.
She sighed and leaned against the door which divided our room (and the only route to the bathroom) off from the rest of our apartment.
I’m alright, she said and grimmaced slightly.
But it really fucking hurts! What hurts? I asked before thinking, something that always gets me in trouble, but in part because Missy was not the kind of girl who routinely dropped f-bombs Missy glared at me and if looks could kill I’d have been toast.
The first time hurts for girls.
Oh.
Boy did I feel like an idiot.
And apologized immediately.
Jane bolted out of bed and went to hug our roommate.
And they sort of folded together right there in our doorway, with Missy laying her head on Jane’s shoulder.
They stayed like that for a good long time.
Then finally Missy raised her head, and she was crying.
Sorry I snapped at you, Troy.
It’s just so frustrating.
It’s just that watching you two, what you have I’ve been a good girl for a long time.
I guess I finally had enough and wanted to find out what you have is like.
Well, I did, didn’t I? It won’t hurt like that again, Jane said.
Tomorrow you’ll probably feel fine, but I’d give it a week or two.
I’ll give it a lot more time then that! And her face turned into a frown like she might cry, and Missy sped out of our room.
For the first time I think Jane and I felt a bit embarrassed.
It never occurred to me it wouldn’t be good for her.
Jane and I exchanged a long look hoping the other had any idea what to do.
She shrugged, then crawled back in with me, but I could see she was worried.
I felt my sweetie’s head on my shoulder, her breath in my ear and her big, soft breasts pressed against my chest.
Her arm wrapped around me, and I wrapped my arm around her.
I just held her for a while before whispering, Does it really that bad for girls? Jane sighed for a long moment.
Not for me.
Definitely for others.
Still, I think there’s something else going on.
Girl talk time? Maybe.” Jane was thinking fast and parsing her words carefully.
“Missy may not be in a mood to share.
Even if she is, I may not be able to share.
I understood.
Missy had gotten hurt somewhere inside, and well, roommates or not, I was still a guy.
I just couldn’t understand how something I’d found so gread could ever taste bitter.
Maybe that’s what happens when you go in expecting the cr me brulet and end up with jello.
My first time with Jane I’d had no expectations yet received everything.
And more.
I ended up with Jane.
Plus I’m a guy.
Sex just doesn’t ever really fucking hurt unless you’re into whips and chains.
Which I’m not.
Sex is good down to the last drop.
For a little while we sorta went back to the way things were when I first moved in.
Jane and I tried to keep our hands to ourselves except when Missy was out.
It seemed more polite with her so upset.
Unfortunately for us, Missy stopped going out for a while.
The guy she’d given her self to kept calling but she’d either put him off or tell us to do it.
She didn’t say yes to anyone else either, which was so different Jane and I got worried.
She stayed home and studie.
If she went out at all it was with her girlfriend Carla.
But mostly she stayed home and studied.
And we did too.
Which frustrated me, as my lust for Jane knew no bounds, and well, I wasn’t getting any.
Which taught me how little time it had taken for Jane to spoil me, which was a relief for everyone.
She didn’t go out as often as the semester was winding down schoolwork was winding up, but the old smiling Missy was back.
She made that clear the first time she pulled out her vibrator and gave herself a couple loud ones.
Granted school was pressing down hard.
We slept less.
Still, with Missy smiling again and Jane groping me daily life was good.
It’s amazing how much tension hot sex releases.
One Thursday in April I came home from the library to get some dinner.
I hadn’t seen Missy all day and figured she was out as the curtains were drawn to her ‘room’ and I heard nothing.
Jane was having dinner with her faculty advisor.
I turned on the stereo softly, and prepared dinner.
I ate, cleaned up then settled down in our living room couch to finish the calculations on my lever design.
I was halfway through my first set of calcs when Jane walked in.
She’d dressed for this dinner.
She’d gotten a perm recently so her dark hair hung over her shoulders in tight curls.
She wore a pale green cotton top, just tight enough to remind everyone that Jane was totally stacked over a pleated khaki skirt.
She came into the living room and sort of swirled her skirt at me with a wicked grin.
I did a double take, not so much because Jane has nice legs, which she does but because I’d never seen her in a skirt.
And I told her so.
Jane smiled at me, and arched her back a bit, pushing out her breasts for me to ogle.
You’ve seen me in a skirt before.
Last year before the Kappa formal.
That I had, and she has looked hot.
But not for me.
I think it was more a little black dress then a skirt.
Besides, you were going with Mike then.
Not me.
Jane sort of grinned at me again and danced around the room though I had no music on.
My mistake.
Going with Mike that is.
So how’d your meeting with Doctor Waldersohn go.
Pretty well.
He mapped out a good thesis plan, and suggested some grad schools.
I perked up.
He thinks you should go to grad school? He suggested I think about the PhD.
Jane danced around a bit more.
And he wants to fuck me.
I let my notebook drop at this.
He told you that? Which pissed me off a bit even though I couldn’t blame him for wanting a piece of Jane.
Jane sort of giggled.
No silly.
He’s not stupid.
But it was obvious.
He tried not to but kept staring at my tits.
Every time his eyes dropped he started mumbling.
Then he’d stare at the ceiling out the window a bit before he drifted back to me.
Now I figured most of the male faculty might want to check Jane out.
She might not be a tall, leggy candidate for homecoming queen, but Jane had curves to burn, so a thorough eye inspection was to be expected.
Besides, she’d left a couple buttons undone on her top, and an open button offers intriguing possibilities when ogling a girl built like Jane.
But to lose it like that? It wasn’t like Dr.
Waldersohn didn’t have other hot girls in his classes.
He was pretty young for a prof, maybe forty, and had this sensitive Swedish male thing going for him, a piece of info I’d picked up from Missy.
Surely he’d seen boobs before.
Were you doing anything to encourage him, I asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
Jane giggled and bent over very low, giving me a good look down her shirt.
Not I thing.
I am purely innocent.
Then she sat down on the chair opposite the couch and pulled her skirt up a bit.
I got an eyeful of thigh.
I could see she’d shaved her legs today and rubbed lotion into her legs.
Her thighs seemed especially smooth and shapely, and seeing them jolted memories we’d made together.
Memories of my lips on her thighs.
Memories of her thighs wrapped around me while I fucked her.
Naturally, Jane was horny.
She wiggled and stretched right in front of me, careful to keep her legs just open enough to invite glances.
Her dark eyes were narrowed and her full lips coated with pink lipstick.
She arched her back, giving me a good look down her top.
I admit I liked the way my lady love was teasing me with glimpses here and there.
So my mind began formulating plans on the ideal way to get my sweetie bent over this couch.
Jane settled it for me.
She pulled up her skirt a little higher.
It was then I realized she wasn’t wearing panties.
Seeing her pink pussy lips exposed like that took my breath away, and disrupted my whole thought process.
Jane knew it too, and grabbed her skirt and began to waive it like a can-can dancer, flashing me every now again with a quick glimpse of her bare sex.
My eyes followed hypnotized by her moving thighs, her fingers and the occasional glimpse of pink lips framed by her dark brown pubic hair.
And I began to wonder if she had flashed Dr.
Waldersohn.
Was he distracted less by her cleavage, full as it was, but by a quick glimpse of her womanly lips? In his shoes I would not have been able to concentrate.
I could only think about one thing now, Jane, moving before me, dancing and flashing me with a wicked grin on her face.
My cock had swollen in my pants, it was tingling in my groin, tight and stretched.
I could feel the whole length of it against my pants, calling for release wanting what my eyes caught intermittent glances of, Jane’s tight, pink pussy.
Jane, being Jane, leaned all the way forward, keeping her head up, her eyes tracking my swollen crotch.
Her breasts hung down and her blouse as well.
And the two buttons she’d left undone parted, giving me a good view of her milky white breasts and her pale white bra.
She danced back and forth, and her heavy breasts moved and swayed despite her brassiere.
Then her fingers came up.
Her fingers began to toy with that third button, and the she let it drop to dance around me.
She turned and wiggled her bottom in front of me.
I could see her looking back at me, lips pink and moist, dark eyes full of laughter.
She mouthed me a kiss.
As she danced.
Soon her round bottom was only a foot in front of me, moving and wiggling, sliding side by side.
She pulled on her skirt, waving it, flashing me with occasional glimpses of her round bottom, and the bottom of her sweet pink pussy.
I’d had enough, I could take no more.
My hands came up to her skirt.
I lifted it pushing up until I could wrap my my hands upon her thighs and pulled her closer.
Jane bent over, raising her sex to me.
My eyes fell naturally upon her crack, with her tight pink rosebud an the thickening bush of pubic hair outlining her sex.
I hungered for the taste of her I’d missed for so long, for the need I felt, for the desire to again take the woman I loved, the woman I needed, the only woman for me.
And so I did something I’d never, ever done before.
I leaned forward and extended my tongue into her crack.
Her flesh was warm, but she shivered the moment my moist lips and tongue made contact with her bottom.
Jane gave a quiet little sigh when I pushed my tongue into the top of her crack and began to sweep downward.
When I felt the crinkled flesh of her anus she cooed and pressed her bottom back into me.
Because this was Jane, I traced her backside with my tongue.
It did not taste dirty, or fecid, but of her, the woman I loved.
I felt her catch her breath as my tongue found the tight entrance.
And her hips began to move again, this time synchronized with my tongue.
And her fingers fell downward, to assume the task of lifting her skirt and baring her round bottom to my lips and tongue.
And that freed my fingers to touch her.
I slid my right hand between her thighs up to the crease where her mound lay.
My fingers passed through her tangled pubic hair.
She’d trimmed today as well, and I wondered if she had trimmed to flirt with Dr.
Waldersohn.
Or had she done it for me, to make the pink lips of her pussy so much more apparent.
And then I found her, pale pink lips puffy, and most importantly damp.
It was that touch I loved, the bit of dampness meeting my finger, and the way she shivered and cooed when my fingers found her slit.
I heard her sighing my name.
I felt her hips undulating as my tongue pressed deep against her backside, probing her, tasting her.
My fingertip traced her sex, softly, gently, dipping inside for some juice, then spreading it out across her pussy lips.
My fingers grew slippery and I craved more, seeking my way by touch between her puffy lips, dipping just a touch inside, and feeling the sweet moisture dripping out on my fingers.
Jane gasped aloud, and I pushed my tongue into her back door, pushing it open, delving into the wonderful, brilliant woman who had given herself to me.
Her crack cupped my nose, and her dark curly hair hung down her back.
I heard her give out a soft cry of desire and it fired my passion, made me want to go deeper into her to take her as my own.
I felt her fingers above mine on her sex, stroking her own clitoris in her need, circling it, stroking herself even as my finger delved deeper into her sweet pussy.
Her muscles gripped me as I eased my fingertip deeper, joint by joint until the tip was up behind her pubic bone.
I craved this, as much as my cock wanted out of my jeans and into Jane, I loved sitting behind her, tonguing her most intimate self, fucking her with my fingertips, and most of all hearing her breathing grow deeper and faster, and mixed with little sighs.
Her voice was deep for a woman and her sighs grew louder and more ragged, and it thrilled me knowing that I could turn her own so much that she needed to touch herself.
I was thrilled she wanted me and went to the trouble to tease me in our living room to get things started.
And I was thrilled that I could thrill her, and feel her need through her breathing, her soft cries and trembling muscles.
Fuck me, she whispered and I moved to comply, pushing my finger deeper into her sex, twisting and thrusting, delving deep into her.
Her probing fingers sped up and she rubbed her clitoris faster, and seemingly harder.
Her ass undulated beneath my tongue and she tried to push it into me, to force my tongue deeper.
Fuck me, Jane repeated, louder now, her regular speaking voice.
I withdrew my index finger, pressed it and my middle finger together and pushed them inside, spreading wider her lips and sex.
Her inside muscles were tight as a drum I could feel her bearing down on my probing fingers, trying to suck them deeper inside.
I pushed them up behind her pubic bone, spread them lightly and began to rub.
Fuck me! Jane cried out loud loud enough I wondered if the upstairs neighbors might hear.
But I heard nothing but her breath, hard and hoarse now, moaning in time with each thrust of my fingers inside.
Her bottom was wet with my saliva, pink and clean, my fingers dripping with her juices.
Jane let out a long cry.
Her pussy spasmed around my fingers, her anus contracted about my tongue.
Her cry was long and loud, and sounded a bit like my name twisted into a scream.
Twice, three times five, her pussy muscles clamped down and released on my fingertips.
Jane’s hips bucked and she practically shoved her ass into my sucking face to grind on my lips and tongue.
And then she bent over panting, her ass in the air, her pussy a puddle with liquid running down my hand and her thighs.
I heard Missy’s voice say, Oh, wow.
I turned my head to find her standing behind us.
She hadn’t been out as I thought, but asleep or studying quietly behind the curtains which divided her ‘room’ from the rest of our odd apartment.
She was clad only in a tight pink t-shirt and white cotton panties.
The nipples capping her small, shapely breasts were poked into the taut material and I could see a growing wet spot on her panties.
I heard Jane manage a breathless Hi Missy in between the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I turned around for a moment to see Missy rummaging through her bedside cabinet.
She came out with a long cylindrical electrical device capped by a soft looking ball on one end and an electrical cord on the other.
So that was her famous vibrator.
She grabbed a small towel from a shelf by the dividing curtain and stepped into the living room.
She peeled down her panties and kicked them off on the floor in front of us and took a seat upon a wide, overstuffed chair.
She plugged in the cord and then sat back and pulled her knes knees up, legs open wide so we could both get an direct view of her soaking pussy.
She’d shaved since our last mutual session, and her thin lips seemed especially pink and prominent.
Don’t let me stop you, she said, and reached down to begin rubbing her sex.
Jane bent over again and pulled her green skirt back up.
Fuck me, she commanded, her bottom upturned and ready.
Only this time I want your cock! I was already halfway there, and pulled down my jeans and shorts in a single motion.
My cock sprang free, hard, sticking straight out and Jane reached back to guide me.
Pre-cum coated her fingertips, as I’d already juiced up from touching her.
Jane didn’t hesitate, she pulled me forward and guided me into her soaking slit.
I was in no mood to hesitate.
As soon as we found the n right spot I pushed into her.
Jane gave a gasp and lurched forward as I entered her, tipping forward to catch her balance with her hands on the arms of Missy’s chair.
She came to rest with her eyes directly facing and only a foot or two away from Missy’s dripping sex.
“Fuck me,” Jane said and I pushed it home.
Our sex was almost brutal our bodies slamming together.
Her hips ground into me, wiggling and turning.
She was bent over, her eyes faced directly at Missy’s pussy.
Jane kept her eyes on it, even while she talked to me, told me how great my cock felt inside her, how great it felt to be fucked.
My thrusts were deep, strong and fast.
I felt like a battering ram at her gate as our hips.
I pounded her as I never have before, and she cried out urging me on.
Missy covered her pussy with a white hand towel then placed the round end of her vibrator on the fabric.
In a moment its mechanical buzz joined Jane and my cries of passion.
Soon Missy too was crying out as we all drove toward orgasm together.
Missy was the first to cum, crying out in a long moan and writhing violently, so much so that her towel got swept away.
Clear liquid squirted from her sex, painting a wet line down Jane’s green blouse and brassiere.
Jane moaned “Oh Fuck” and came again.
Once again Missy surprised us.
As her spasms calmed she took her vibrator and reached under us to put the vibrating end directly on Jane’s mound above her wet pussy and my thrusting cock.
That did it.
Even indirect vibrations proved so powerful I could feel them through Jane’s body.
Jane shrieked.
Her pussy spasm were powerful, squeezing me, pulling me deeper.
And she just kept coming.
Within seconds I joined her, pushing my cock as deep as I could to fill my lover with cream.
Missy held the vibrator on Jane’s mound, and my sweetheart writhed with pleasure, her whole body shaking as she came again and again, until she cried out Stop and pushed Missy’s toy away.
Jane didn’t move.
She shuddered from her aftershocks with me still inside her.
Her muscles kept contracting and releasing ans she swayed back and forth.
Only her hold on that chair kept her on my feet.
Oh, my God, she said, voice hoarse and weak.
What the hell was that? Missy grinned like a cat who has her mouse trapped.
Pretty good isn’t it? I gotta get one of those, Jane said, shaking out her hair.
She straightened and pulled away, releasing and my shrinking cock from her pussy.
We leaned together, holding each other, still trembling with pleasure.
Nobody moved, not Missy, not Jane, and definitely not me.
But finally, I leaned back and Jane went with me.
We collapsed on the couch.
Jane kept her legs open, and I could see Missy’s eyes locked on my sweetie’s pussy.
Not that anyone cared, as we both had a clear view of Missy for long moments until our petite roommate slid her legs together, unplugged her vibe and disappeared back behind the curtains dividing off our room.
I put my arm around Jane and listened to her breathe until we both fell asleep.
Continue reading Roomates Ch.
3: Showing off
My Teacher
My Teacher There had always been a constant sexual tension between us, and her husband knew my intentions.
This story is completely true.
I am not going to use any names in order to protect the reputation of the people involved.
I was 17 years old at the time, and I was the principal tuba player in our high school marching band.
It was a bit of a change for me seeing that I was an all state offensive lineman just the year before I joined the band, but multiple injuries forced me to leave football.
I was 6’2″ and somewhere around 270 lbs at the time.
I worked out six days a week so I kept myself in great physical condition despite my size.
Playing tuba in the band was something that I really did enjoy before I left to join the football team so I decided to go back to the band and give it a second chance.
The first time I met her I really couldn’t find the words that I wanted to say.
She was 39 years old and a very beautiful woman.
I normally never would have taken a second look at a woman like her.
All of my girlfriends had been cheerleaders and volleyball players.
They were the kind of girls that all of the guys in our school drooled over when I walked by with them, but they only wanted me because I am much more experienced than most guys my age.
Being an all star lineman and having a nine inch penis had really helped me through my time in school, but I was getting tired of all of the cheerleaders that got the world handed to them by rich parents.
I grew up on a farm, and I worked for everything that I have ever had in life.
She was 5’4″ and a bigger woman.
I had never had an attraction to a bbw before I met her.
There was just a fire in her eyes like nothing I had ever seen before, and it just simply drew me to her.
A few months later: Football season was finally over and we were beginning to practice for concert season to come around.
She called me into her office one day, oh how I loved the authority in her voice, to tell me that there were honor bands coming up and she wanted me to audition for them.
In the back of my mind my plans started to run through my head as to how and when I would get a chance to sleep with her.
We had went through the first six honor bands of the year and there was one remaining.
We had never had any free time and none of the others had been far enough away to allow us to stay over night.
I knew that my chance was coming.
Especially when she told me that we would be staying in the dorms right next door to each other.
Two weeks before my chance: My band director and her husband were swingers.
This is something that I had found out accidentally when I came over to their house one day to discuss my part in the field routine we were doing.
I walked up to the front door, and I just walked in like I had done a hundred times before.
Her husband was on the couch fucking another woman, and she was sitting on the other side of the room just silently watching.
She saw me standing in the door way and came out of her chair to pull me out of the house.
The look on her face was just pure lust as she looked down at my semi hard penis.
I could tell that it was all she could do not to drop to her knees right there on the porch.
She looked deeply into my eyes and told me to come back in an hour.
I was still confused about her husband on the couch fucking some random woman.
She told me, “Don’t worry, I brought her over for him.” then she kissed me on the cheek and walked me back to my truck.
I never could bring myself to come back over that day.
One week before my chance: We are sitting in her office in the band room.
We were going over the final few things before we would leave to the honor band for that weekend.
When she started complaining about her shoulders hurting.
I had learned from my aunt the year before, she had moved to the city to be a massage therapist, how to give amazing massages.
I asked her if it was ok and of course she said yes.
I was standing behind her massaging her shoulders as we talked about the things we had to do that weekend.
I noticed as I was working on her shoulders that she had brought a hand up to her breast and began to rub on her nipples.
We heard the door to the band room open, and I jumped back into my seat just as the principal walked in.
I loved that look in her eyes.
It was just a pure burning lust that I knew she wanted satisfied, but I checked the time and had to leave for my little sister’s dance recital.
The honor band: We rode up there together in her husband’s truck.
He stopped her on the way out the door and said something to her but I was too far away to hear him.
The ride to the college was about two hour long and as we talked the conversation inevitably ended up on sex.
We discussed their swinger life style and the men and women that she had been with, then we moved on to my sex life and the girls that I had been with.
I had to readjust myself a couple of times to hide my growing erection until it went away.
We went through the first night there and barely said a word to each other.
The next day we were riding around and stopped at the store so I could buy a few movies.
My favorite are horror movies, and little did I know it is her favorite too.
The night I will never forget: I had just finished my final practice of the day and it was 10 p.m.
I was tired from the ten hours of practice so I didn’t feel like going out, and I just wanted to stay in my room and watch movies.
Well I ran into my band director in the hall and she asked if I had any plans.
I told her all I was going to do was go watch some movies, and you’re welcome to join me if you want.
She just smiled at me and said, “Let’s go to the park first,” her husband made me promise to never let her go anywhere alone, “I want to go get some peace and quiet.” We got into the truck and began the half hour drive to the park.
When we got there we found a swing an we both sat down and started talking.
Once again the conversation slowly drifted off to sex.
She looked at me and jokingly said, “My husband made me promise not to rape you this weekend.” I just smiled at her and said, “Tell him that you can’t rape the willing.” She leaned over to kiss me, and right before our lips touched her husband called her.
They got off the phone and we realized what time it was and that we had to get back to the dorms before midnight.
As we pulled into the parking lot she told me that she wasn’t tired and she was ready for our movie night.
We both sat on her bed as we started the first movie on my laptop.
It was one of my favorite horror movies.
As the movie went on she began to cuddle up to me and I put my arm around her.
The first movie ended and I put in another one.
she put her hand on my chest and her head on my shoulder while it played.
I made sure to adjust the laptop so that as it vibrated it would just barely touch her nipple causing her to tense up a little every time it vibrated.
Her hand slowly drifted down as the movie went on until it was sitting on my upper thigh, She moved the corner of the laptop off of her nipple because it was really starting to make her horny.
I swapped out the second movie for the third, and about ten minutes into it I felt her had beginning to trace small circles on my upper thigh and just above my penis.
Finally realizing that it was 4 in the morning she said that I need to leave before anybody knows i’m in her room.
Her rubbing me and the vibration of the computer had left me with a throbbing hard on.
We got off the bed and she hugged me, but feeling my cock pressed against her stomach led her to kiss me.
It was a long passionate kiss that made me want to throw her over the desk and fuck her right there, but I hesitated because we are surrounded by rooms full of people.
She walked me to the door and I thought about having to go out the door with my penis hard as a rock.
So I turned and looked at her and whispered, “Can you at least take care of this before I leave.” She said, “Yes but we can’t fuck.
I am extremely loud and I will end up waking up the people around us.” She had a devilish smile on her face as she grabbed my cock through my shorts pulling me back to her bed.
She threw me backwards onto her bed, and before I could even kick my shoes off she had my shorts around my ankles.
She quickly took off her shirt and bra and threw them to the floor.
She brought her mouth down onto the head of my cock as she wrapped her hands around the shaft.
Sucking and stroking at different speeds running her tongue around the head.
She was right when she said that there is no substitute for years of experience.
She continued to to expertly suck my cock for nearly thirty minutes, bringing me to the edge several times just to take me right back down.
She was the first woman to ever take my entire cock down her throat and she did it with ease as she worked me in and out of her mouth.
Then she just stopped sucking me and stood up.
I was confused for a second until she smiled at me and said, “let’s see if I can keep quiet enough to not wake everybody up.” I stood up with her and kissed her again before I pushed her face down onto the bed and shoved myself into her as far as I could go.
She felt amazing, not so tight that I had to stop so I didn’t hurt her, but she was still tight enough that I could feel her stretch around me.
At that point the animal inside of me just took over and I had one hand pulling her hair while the other grabbed her hip as she slammed back into me.
That was when I noticed the bed was slamming into the wall.
So I grabbed her and picked her up off the bed by her hair throwing her over the desk next to the bed.
By then her moans had gotten so loud that I had to take my hand off of her hip to cover her mouth.
My hand covering her mouth pushed her over the edge and she squirted all over me.
I stopped for a second to let her catch her breath but I was no where near finished with her.
She stood up and kissed me again saying, “I forgot how much fun getting thrown around is.
I’ve always been the dominate with my husband.” I asked her to show me a little bit of what she likes to do with him.
She told me to lay down on the floor and she climbed on top of me.
She took me all the way in and started grinding against my pelvis.
She couldn’t get a really good grip on the floor so I made sure to thrust up hard to meet her on the way down as she rode me.
She leaned forward so I could take her nipples into my mouth, sucking and lightly nibbling on them as she picked up the pace riding me harder and faster.
She didn’t want to cum a second time until I did so we swapped so that she was on her back and I was still fucking her hard and deep.
I held her arms behind her head with one hand while the other covered her load moans.
I was getting really close to cumming so I asked her if she wanted it in or out.
I took my hand off her mouth and she screamed at me to cum inside her and fill her up.
As I let out the first stream of cum she squirted so hard it pushed my cock out of her and I couldn’t really move from her legs locking down onto me like a vise.
We finally got up from the floor and began to get dressed.
I was going to go back to my room but instead she wanted me to lay down with her on the bed and we fell asleep together laying there.
She woke me up a couple hours later and I was off to practice again.
We have had several more nights together since then and we still meet up and have sex on a regular basis.
This is my first story and if you liked it let me know and I will write a couple more.
The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 1
The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 1 Even the unattractive get lucky sometimes.
I am ugly.
There’s no point in pulling any punches about that.
I am so ugly that I could make a train take a dirt road.
I am so ugly that I have to sneak up on a toilet to take a crap.
I am so ugly that the doctor slapped my mother when I was born.
Those are just three of the many insults that my brother routinely hurled at me as I grew up.
He was just two years older than me and was just being a typical brother, but because it was (and still is), true that I actually am ugly, he may have contributed to the shyness and bitterness and low self esteem that lead me to become a forty year-old virgin — type female.
I wish that I could tell you that this will be an ugly-duckling-becomes-beautiful-swan tale, but if there’s a swan waiting to come out of me, it’s late and it’s ugly anyway.
You’ve heard the expression “Sweet 16 and never been kissed”? Well, I was probably never sweet and I reached 18 before I was ever kissed and neither of us were all that thrilled about that, being that my prom date was bullied into taking me to the ‘let’s-make-the-walflowers-even-more-unhappy’ event by his mother, who was friends with my mother.
That night was a disaster.
I chose the wrong dress, not knowing it would feature all of my worst features.
But since no dresses come with bags for covering ugly faces, I suppose there was no right dress.
When he brought me home, after three boring hours of watching other couples have a good time, he kissed me on the lips with all the enthusiasm one would display when kissing a bag of potting soil.
But enough about the distant past.
At the beginning of the events of this tale, I was ‘Bitter, 40 and never been fucked’.
It’s actually easy to accomplish that when you combine a wan complexion, oily facial skin, a bulbous clown nose, Dumbo ears, bodiless frizzy hair, rheumy eyes, coke-bottle eyeglasses, excess facial and body hair, an overbite, low cheek bones, micro-boobs, hips that ballooned with every ounce of excess body fat and even my toes are ugly.
Add the fact that I’m uncoordinated, clumsy, socially awkward, inept, incompetent and just generally have nothing to offer a man except the fun of tolerating a shrewish attitude.
This would all have been so much easier for me to tolerate if I was stupid, but I actually have a brain.
I guess when they were passing out great looks I must have heard, ‘great books’ and I showed up at the library.
The only bright spots, with any man in my life, came from my brother-in-law, Charles.
I was still living with my parents, in the basement of their home, so, when he visited with my sister, Janice, from their home in Wisconsin, he would always hug me when he arrived and again when he left.
These hugs usually included a squeeze of one ass cheek and he was so sneaky that nobody else ever saw it.
I was so thrilled by the liberty he was taking with me that I never said anything about this, even though I considered it to be cheating on my sister.
Maybe that cheating part added to the thrill.
He also would sometimes give me a backrub, which never seemed to bother my sister because it would happen on the floor in front of her, while we were all watching a movie together and he would usually also rub her back.
The first time it happened, she encouraged him to do it and encouraged me to let him.
I think she just wanted to rub in how lucky she was to have him, but he gives great back, I was always grateful and I always got wet.
Unfortunately, their visits were few and far between, because it was a long, two days of driving to New England for them.
This visit was even shorter than normal because they were going on to a vacation elsewhere.
Long before the events I will soon get around to relating, when I was a bridesmaid in their wedding and was wearing a pretty dress.
Charles complimented me on the beautiful shape of my legs.
I guess that I wasn’t completely ugly, but damn few men could look past the train wreck, that was the rest of me, to find the one asset that wasn’t included in it.
I became smitten with him then and was very envious of my sister that day.
I often featured him as the hero in my fantasies after that.
He would sweep me off my feet, take me to bed, tenderly pop my cherry and then we would live happily ever after, in orgasmic bliss.
About 20 years later, during their previous visit, it almost seemed that they might break up.
Janice is a real drama queen and often acts kind of hoity-toity.
I could tell that their marriage was becoming progressively less interesting to both of them.
That changed with the visit that I promise I’m about to relate to you.
They both seemed much happier and more in love with each other.
When they visited this time, both welcoming hugs from the happy couple seemed unusually warm and gropey.
Truth be told, any physical contact with any other person was enough to both fluster and arouse me, but those hugs were something else.
Janice hugged me first and her hands seemed to fondle me a bit and I could have sworn that she humped my thigh a little.
When Charles hugged me, his hand lingered on my ass, as he pressed my chest against his, until I was sure he could feel my nipples harden and I know I felt a bulge against my belly.
The two of them really lit a disturbing fire in my honeypot.
The next afternoon, Charles was watching TV, in a small den in the basement, so I decided to see if he would like some cookies and milk.
He was the one person in the world that I would think to make such an offer to, because he never ever took me for granted.
As I came to the room, I saw that he was lying on his back on the short couch (dare I call it a loveseat?) and had his feet up on the armrest.
Since it was a warm Summer day, he was wearing shorts and the floor lamp in the room was shining right down the gap between his shorts and his left thigh.
I could clearly see the edge of his small sexy striped briefs, but I could also see the wrinkled skin of his hairy ball sack and, more importantly, his briefs only partially covered the brown shaft of his flaccid cock and about 3/4 of the pink head, just barely concealing the hole that I knew must be on the end.
I’m guessing his cock was only about 3 inches long and not very thick at the time.
Maybe about as thick as my ugly big toe.
This bit of voyeurism may not seem all that special, but for me it was a first.
I lead such a sheltered life, that I had managed to make it to age 40 without ever seeing a man’s cock live.
I’ve seen the occasional photo and a few limp dicks in scenes from movies, but never closeup and never so well lit.
I tried to avert my eyes, but I just wanted to stare at that mysterious marvel.
I cleared my throat and drew his attention from the movie to ask about the cookies and milk.
He looked me in the eye and said ‘yes’ and gave no indication that he knew his cock was exposed to my view.
When I came back with the snack tray, I got a big surprise, literally.
His cock had grown to maybe five inches long and the shaft was much thicker and paler and more pinkish.
Most of the much larger head was now exposed and it was more purplish.
I could even see the tiny slit at the end.
I stood frozen staring at it for at least a minute while he continued watching TV as if he hadn’t noticed my arrival.
When I could finally tear my eyes away, I gave him the tray and he looked right at my eyes as if his privates weren’t public at the moment.
I got all flustered and left the room in a bout of shyness.
I needed to think about what just happened and to do something about the wet stain that was growing on my panties and threatened to flow out through my shorts.
I changed my panties and put a mini-pad in them.
It was a good thing that I did, because, for the rest of the day, I was in a state of high arousal.
The image of his cock kept flashing in my mind and I could only barely glance at him during dinner for fear that his gaze would pierce me and make me blush or even have an orgasm on the spot.
That night, I lay in my bed thinking about what I’d seen.
In the privacy of my room, I could dwell on the feelings I had earlier felt.
I wanted to slide my hands down his thighs and fully expose his magical pink living treasure.
I wanted to stroke it.
Sniff it.
Lick it.
Tear my clothes off and jam it in my pussy.
Feel it shoot man-juice into me.
Feel it change my sexual experience status from over-aged virgin to finally well and truly fucked.
Alone, and naked in my bed, my fingers traced circles around my nipples until both were hard enough to cut glass.
Then my one special hand, the hand that knew how best to please me, trailed down to my pussy.
I knew that I was already wet and I loved starting out already wet.
I knew that my clit was already protruding from my folds, but I left it alone.
My favorite middle finger went to the far end of my slit, where my juice was oozing out and down between my ass cheeks.
My bishop was already in place in my ass.
I had slipped my secret black plastic lover in when I changed my panties earlier.
The little guy had been with me for many years since I rescued him from the trash after my brother had blown up the kings and queens of both colors with fire crackers.
I loved to keep him in me, for extra sensation, when I was in the mood.
Sometimes I used one hand to play with him while the other attended to my pussy, but tonight my nipples were on fire and they needed to be pinched and pulled, as I dipped my middle digit into the flow of liquid lust.
With just the slightest touch, my pussy lips opened like stage curtains, all but pulling Mr.
Middle and Mr.
Pointer into the wet hole behind them.
Not too deep, because I did not want to lose my virginity to my own fingers.
They stayed long enough to get thoroughly drenched and then rose to wrestle the little wet weasel as visions of Charles’ man-meat pulsed in time until I shuddered with delirious ecstasy, barely able to keep the sound of my release contained, so that Charles and Janice would not hear me, as they watched a movie in the room next door.
I came to the conclusion that Charles must have deliberately exposed himself to me.
If only I could let him know how grateful I was.
I went to sleep with a smile on my face and a plan.
Mari and Petra: The Run
Mari and Petra: The Run Passions flare after an intense workout View Author’s Copyright Information Mari sat on the couch staring at the shimmering candles on the coffee table, the only source of light in the darkened living room.
A flowery aroma of incense wafted in the air around her and she inhaled it deeply.
Pulling the collar of her white chenille robe closer around her neck, she drew her legs up onto the cushions, curling them under her seat.
She sighed again, trying to relax and distance herself from the tease of emotions whispering to her behind her ear.
Just forget about him, already.
You made this choice, remember? This was for the best.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head back and groaned, agitated.
God, I wish I just had a body to hold onto right now.
Suddenly, Mari felt a light tap against her bare forehead.
She opened her eyes, expecting to see the ceiling of the apartment.
Instead, the crystalline blue eyes of her friend, mentor, and co-worker, Petra, blinked thoughtfully back down at her.
Something the matter, sweety? Petra asked through a sly white grin.
Mari remained unmoved, blankly gazing up towards her upside-down friend.
Can you get a knife? she asked.
She made a motion across her throat.
Just slit it across right here.
Petra clicked her tongue repeatedly, wagged her finger, and shook her head.
Oh no, no, no.
Not on my lovely lambskin chaise, my dear, she insisted as she walked around from the back of the sofa.
Although I m sure your blood is the most lovely shade of crimson, I ve put a lot of effort and pored through far too many design magazines to attain the perfect living space.
I believe a pool of red blood across grey natural leather would not get the Laura Day stamp of approval.
Is that a no? Mari asked.
Petra sat down beside her and offering her a tall flute glass of champagne.
Tossing back her golden blonde hair, she winked and said, You ll just have to commit hari kiri somewhere else.
Mari smirked and rolled her eyes.
I ll take that as stylish way of saying no rather than a knock on my heritage.
Wouldn t think of it, Ms.Nakajima , Petra replied, holding up her glass.
Thank-you for your thoughtfulness, Ms.Sundstrom , Mari replied.
They clinked their glasses lightly together and took a sip.
Mari scrunched her nose, the tingling bubbles tickling her tongue and upper lip.
It tasted good.
It felt good going down.
Petra shifted to her side and crossed her legs.
She was taller than Mari but her robe, cherry red and luxurious, was the same length.
Needless to say, more of her pearly white skin was on display.
Mari quickly glanced up and around as she took another sip, avoiding the attractive exposure of her friend.
Feeling good? Petra asked.
Mari nodded.
Very much, yeah, she said, looking around Petra s elegant apartment, The bath was great.
Those salts you have made the water feel like heaven, like I was floating with the angels.
Seriously.
Nothing like pampering the skin once in a while, Petra said, smiling wistfully.
As if without thought, she reached down and dragged her fingers gently up her long leg.
And it feels like you can leave all your troubles in the bath water when you re done.
I see why you can be so relaxed and focused at the office, Mari acknowledged.
Petra turned her piercing eyes upon Mari.
A sharp grin angled itself onto her long, angular face.
Mari, I have not begun to show you my bag of tricks for relaxing.
Mari smiled, at first cautiously then more with a hint of curiosity.
I guess I came to the right place then, she said.
With a gentle motion, Petra reached out and touched Mari s long black hair.
Mari frowned slightly but maintained her smile as the other woman brushed her hair with her fingers.
Don t worry, dear, Petra cooed as she teased and stroked the fine strands of hair.
She continued with that warm, Scandinavian-tinged voice of hers, I ve always taken good care of you, haven t I? Mari had already been feeling warm that night, what with the bath, the champagne, the candles.
An unexpected surge from within just ramped up the heat.
Her cheeks were flushed red highlighting the inner warmth she felt.
Clearing her throat, she said, Well, I ve loved everything so far.
What s next? What s the plan then? Petra regarded her for a moment longer then reached down to the coffee table to pick up a chocolate covered strawberry from a plate.
She took a deliciously deliberate bite of the fresh fruit, her full red lips sucking in any drips of juice trying to escape and chewed slowly.
Mari could literally see it sliding down Petra s gullet.
She never wanted a strawberry so much in her life.
Well, Petra began, counting off with her fingers, We ve had our fabulous dinner at Tangled.
Put my whirlpool bath tub to work.
Destroyed a bottle of champagne.
We’ll have some scandalous girl-talk in bed.
Tomorrow, we pay for all this decadence with a hard, crack of dawn run through the ravine trail and then end with a spa and manicure down by the harbour front.
Sounds good? Mari nodded enthusiastically.
Mm-hmm! More please, she giggled.
She polished her glass of champagne off with one last, bold gulp.
It fizzled down her throat like sparkles from a firecracker.
She winced then laughed.
Oh good show! Petra applauded.
She sighed and rested her head to the side on her hand.
Smiling she said, It s good to hear you laugh like that.
Staring down at her empty glass for a moment, Mari finally nodded once.
She exhaled deeply and said, It does feel good.
Thanks to you.
Petra shrugged.
Still peering down to the bottom of the glass, Mari mused sadly, God I really am alone now, aren t I? The older blonde woman shifted slightly in her seat, curling her legs in a little more, but she didn t say anything.
She just continued silently contemplating her friend, listening carefully.
It seems silly, doesn t it? Mari continued, I m the one who called it off, told Justin to leave.
But I think I m feeling more hurt than he does.
It doesn t seem fair.
It was the right thing to do, Petra remarked with a firm tongue, It took a lot of courage for you to make a choice and I m very proud of you.
Mari s eyes flitted momentarily towards Petra and smiled, caught off guard by a budding sense of personal accomplishment that her friend instilled in her.
Petra had that magical way about her, never preaching or criticizing.
She preferred to use encouragement to guide her rather than offer television show type advice.
She was a strong woman and it was impossible not to find that sense of confidence inspiring or attractive.
Certainly Mari found herself drawn to her and felt fortunate to be part of Petra s circle.
Yeah yeah, Mari sighed, You re right.
His fault for cheating on me.
I deserve better.
You certainly do, Petra acknowledged.
She tipped her glass towards her lips, pausing to say, Do you suppose I have a shot at Justin, now? Mari s mouth dropped, then curled into a smile as she watched Petra drink the remainder of the sparkling liquid from her glass.
Oh God! Don t say that, Petra! she scolded playfully, swiping at her arm.
Petra cocked her finely trimmed brow.
I ve been waiting to take a bite out of that apple-crisp ass of his for some time now, she mewed wickedly.
Mari looked up towards the ceiling and groaned, Unbelievable! Uhh! Successfully haven broken up the cloudy mood, Petra giggled then waved her hands.
Oh please, Petra scoffed, That man is not good enough to clean my panties with his teeth and neither is he for you, my dear.
Besides I never do it with guys in the office and I have a list of asses like his the length of my arm in my on call file.
Mari laughed, Oh, you ve got to share that list with me, please! I m in desperate need of a good, hot ass right now.
Really? Petra asked.
She placed her glass on the table then returned to her seated position, facing Mari, hands folded together on her lap.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she added, I m not quite sure you d be prepared to delve into Petra’s Black Book .
Mari tilted her head, interest clearly piqued.
For a woman like Petra, she had an idea that her Black Book would be quite impressive.
Feeling emboldened she asked, Is that so? Why not? Petra grinned as if she were looking at an eager to please puppy.
She shrugged and said, Well, you do know that there are both men and women on that list? Mari stared back blankly towards her.
Her mouth slightly ajar, she blinked once, twice, then said simply, Oh.
Do you mean you didn t suspect that at all? Petra asked.
There was no doubt in Mari s mind from the earliest days when she got to know Petra that the distinctly alluring, sexy, brash way she carried herself in the office most likely translated into an exciting after hours lifestyle.
Though she imagined Petra must have had a street length line up of men at her doorstep, Mari never heard any of the men at the office boasting of any trysts with the striking blonde.
Despite that, the woman still oozed of a certain wild, mysterious sexuality.
No, not really, Mari replied realizing she suddenly had trouble convincing herself of that.
Petra glanced down and away, arching her brows upward.
I I mean, Mari said then stopped.
What did mean? That is it s alright with me.
It s fine.
Uh not that you need my permission.
Petra grinned and chuckled to herself, enjoying how the younger woman fumbled over her thoughts and words.
Well, that s good, she giggled, Thank you.
Mari blushed and shook her head, embarrassed by what she had said.
She looked toward Petra, seated beside her.
Of course it shouldn t have been a surprise that women would be attracted to her just as much as men.
If she thought about it hard enough, ran through the times she was with Petra at work or in restaurants and shops, or out on the streets, she could probably recall her turning the heads of both men and women alike.
Lucky her that she was able to appreciate and indulge in the experiences on both sides of the fence.
The two women sat on the sofa, a stifling air of silence hanging between them suddenly, or at least, that s how Mari felt.
Petra was content to let the younger woman think this through.
Images and sensations suddenly started to creep through Mari s hyper-stimulated head.
Damn that champagne and sea salt bath.
Every sense of hers seemed to be in overdrive and the heady smell of incense didn t help matters much at all.
She realized she was staring down at Petra s bare leg, her white thighs peeking under her short robe.
Her eyes skittered away and tried to refocus on the candles.
She didn t know why she was feeling like this.
Just because Petra had revealed her sexual nature to her didn t mean she had any interests or intentions towards her other than being a very good friend.
Mari closed her eyes and grimaced, feeling ridiculous.
She spun the notions through her mind and finally looked up toward Petra.
I really am grateful that you ve spent time with me on a Friday night, yet! she said, I m sure I put a crimp in your social calendar.
Petra smiled and leaned forward in her seat.
She placed an assured, velvety soft hand on top of Mari s.
Her blue eyes seemed to reflect a cool blue lake as she said, Mari, dear, I d clear my slate for an entire month if you asked me to.
That warm, easy feeling swelled within Mari once more.
She smiled back and curled her hands around Petra s receiving her friend s kindness and tenderness.
Then Petra s eyes widened as she added, Then you wouldn t see me for another month as I go into seclusion fucking the brains out of anything that crossed my path.
The living room crackled with their laughter.
Mari leaned forward and gave her friend a big hug which Petra warmly accepted.
Thanks, Petra, Mari whispered, still holding her.
She inhaled the sweet fragrance of Petra s soft hair.
She liked it very much.
Anytime, sweety, Petra replied, massaging the small of Mari s back and her neck.
Mari felt the slightest pressure against her back as Petra pulled her in.
She didn t pull away, embracing her friend more closely, still indulging in the sumptuous feel of her robe, her radiant warmth, and her intoxicating scent.
Focusing her heightened senses, she could feel Petra s heart beat against her bosom.
It felt good to be in someone s arms, in Petra s arms.
Finally, it was Petra who leaned back, moving away from the embrace.
She gingerly pulled away long strands of black hair that had fallen across Mari s blushing face.
She revealed a vulnerable, anxious young woman, her attractive, almond crescent eyes blinking uneasily at her.
Petra leaned forward again, angled her lips towards Mari and kissed her softly.
Mari saw her red, glossy lips towards her, watched them part slightly before they touched hers.
She didn t move though, didn t back away.
She knew she was trembling inside, hoped that it didn t make its way to the surface.
What was only a few seconds felt like minutes but finally Petra moved back, the gentlest, crisp smack sound as their lips parted.
She sat back and again simply let the thoughts and sensations sink into the younger woman.
Mari s small pink lips stayed apart as she sat unmoving in her seat.
She was hoping the flickering glow of dying candles and the hair hanging over forehead was hiding the blank look in her eyes.
With great effort, she managed to find a voice and whisper, Petra I don t think I can She trailed off, losing her train of thought.
Petra smiled softly.
You must be tired, she said, her voice a caressing touch.
She stood up from the sofa and stepped away.
Why don t you go to be already, sleep off the champagne and the bath.
The ceiling lights flicked on.
Mari squinted, adjusting her eyes to the brightness.
The living room suddenly seemed bigger, not so intimate.
Petra returned and started to gather things from the table.
Mari watched her for a second before her head kicked in again.
Let me help you with that, she offered.
Petra shook her head.
Go on to bed already, Mari, she gently insisted, I ll clean up the glasses and dishes.
We’ll skip the girl-talk this evening.
You should rest up.
We have that run to do tomorrow, right? Oh.
Oh yeah, Mari said, nodding.
She stood up and tightened the sash of her robe.
Thanks again, Petra.
Petra shook her head.
My pleasure, sweety, she replied, Go to sleep.
I ll join you in a bit.
Good night.
Good night.
Mari hesitated, watching Petra go into the kitchen, then walked to the bedroom.
Mari hung up her robe then slid under the smooth, satiny sheets.
Her slender body seemed to be adrift along the king-size mattress and amongst the billowy pillows but they soon cradled her nicely as she curled herself underneath the toasty blanket.
Despite the comforting feel of the bed, however, she found it difficult to even close her eyes, let alone fall asleep.
She was suddenly aware of her racing pulse, her unsteady breaths, and most notably, her vivid, lingering thoughts.
During the brief moment of her kiss, thoughts flashed in her head.
To be certain, there was doubt there.
More pointedly, however, there was curiousity…and other undeniably sensuous, illicit, wanton sensations she had never experienced before.
And she was very unsure about exploring them.
For several minutes, Mari lay there in the dark save for the dim light of a bedside lamp.
She listened to the clink of some dishes, the running faucet, Petra s steps around the apartment.
She tried to will herself to sleep before Petra came to bed.
Yet, only when she heard her enter the room did she force her eyes shut and steady her breath to a rhythm that resembled sleep.
She listened to Petra slide into the bed beside her, feeling the assuring warmth of her body even though they never touched.
The bed side lamp was turned off and Petra moved around under the sheets for a moment then stopped.
After a few minutes, Mari could hear her soft, wispy breaths as she fell into a deep, sumptuous slumber.
Mari didn t know how long she stayed awake after Petra had fallen asleep.
* * * * * * * The next morning, Mari and Petra awoke with little acknowledgement of the previous night other than how good dinner was and how much Mari needed an evening like that to relax and forget about things.
After a light breakfast of toast with peanut butter, bananas, and coffee, they slipped into their running gear.
Both of them wore the minimal athletic attire: form-fitting micro fibre shorts and sports halter top, Mari in black, Petra in smoke grey.
They both tied their long hair into pony tails and sported visors.
The plan had been to wake up early to avoid the summer heat.
However, even down by the ravine trail outside of Petra s apartment building, it already felt clammy and humid.
As they walked and stretched along the path for the first few minutes, Mari looked up at the sky.
It was shrouded with folds and rolls the underbelly of dark grey clouds.
They looked ominous and heavy.
So we re going to the picnic area at the top of the hill in the conservation park, right? Petra asked.
Think this is a good idea? Mari asked, still gazing at the sky warily.
Petra fluttered her lips and smirked.
I thought you were the runner girl? she teased, Doing those races of yours through sun, sleet, snow, and hail? Mari eyed her.
That s mailmen.
You re the one who does this as a regular hobby, sweety, Petra reminded her, I m just a casual athlete.
Mari gave her the once over, unconvinced.
There was nothing casual about Petra s figure.
She played tennis, swam, cycled, and danced every weekend as if the world was going to end on Monday.
The woman was a svelte, attractively constructed machine.
Mari knew that she herself filled out her running attire very nicely but Petra was simply at another stratosphere in hers.
So are we going to do this or do we go back to my apartment and watch Julia Roberts movies all day? Petra asked.
Mari chuckled.
Let s go.
The early morning start, the heat, and the angry clouds above probably had something to do with how empty the ravine trail was as they ran.
The number of other people they encountered along their jog to the park could have been counted on two of their hands.
It was the heat that was most problematic at the moment.
As they ran along the winding, up-and-down paths of the trail, it didn t take long for a thin sheen of perspiration to settle upon their skin.
Soon they were both reaching for their waist-side water bottles.
Mari possessed a nice, graceful running form and settled into a good breathing rhythm.
On most days, when she hit her stride, everyday thoughts would fall away during her run and she would often lose her sense of time and space.
Not today.
She hadn t slept very well the night before.
She had been thinking about Petra, recalling the feel of their embrace and the kiss that they shared.
It hadn t upset her.
That may have been the problem.
She wasn t upset by it at all.
The kiss had been so tender, so genuine.
It was unmistakably affectionate.
Was there something more to it? Mari blinked.
Her pace had dropped off.
She shook her head and picked up her speed, trying to shake away her thoughts.
Petra was aware of the sudden erratic rhythm of Mari s pace.
The shorter woman had fallen silent as well as they ran.
Did you sleep okay last night? Petra asked.
Hmm? Oh yeah, Mari replied, Slept well.
Are you sure? Mari frowned.
I’m sure.
Why? Your stride s all off, Petra said, It s like you ve got tired legs.
Oh really? Mari smirked.
Mm-hmm.
Petra nodded.
She continued to tease, Think someone a bit too much lamb shank and champagne last night.
A little too spoiled were we? Ha! Mari scoffed, Just because you re all Swedish Amazon and stuff, don t think these shorter, tired legs couldn t run you into the ground! Oh, is that a challenge I hear? Petra asked, delighting in the fiery retort of her friend.
Bring it on, sweety , Mari sniped.
Petra nodded ahead.
Two more kilometres to the picnic area.
Last one there treats the winner.
Treats for what? Petra bumped her shoulder gently.
Whatever the winner wants, dear.
Mari turned her head toward Petra.
The taller woman s blue eyes and slight grin were set upon her.
Narrowing her eyes toward the trail, Mari said, You re on.
Instantly, the two of them broke into a swift sprint.
At first, Petra s long legs gave her a slight advantage but she was quickly matched by Mari s natural running form, a form the taller woman held noticeable appreciation toward.
A crackle of thunder rumbled across the sky.
Further extending themselves, their breathing and subtle gasps became more audible within the eerie vacuum created by the overhanging trees and heavy, humid air.
As they continued their race along the trail, the first drops of rain fell from the heavy clouds above.
Neither paid much notice to them.
They were already both dripping wet from perspiration.
Mari continued to breath through her nose as long as she could, but as Petra began to overtake her she shifted into a higher gear and quickly, her jaw went slack as she tried to take in more oxygen.
Lengthening her strides, she soon regained the lead as they hit the base of the hill that lead up to the park.
The hill, used during the winter as a training slope for skiing, wasn t that high but it was steep with lengthy, slippery strands of grass covering it.
It was a challenging obstacle at the best of times.
Ten metres up and the sky roared with thunder and finally just opened up and dumped blankets of rain upon the hill and the two women trying to scale it.
Mari and Petra ignored the heavy dollops of rain hitting them and the angry shouts of thunder above them.
Their pace slowed to a veritable crawl as they made their way up the hill.
Both of them gasped for air as their muscles burned and their hearts exploded like bombs inside their chests.
A voracious sense of competition had swept them up and they grit their teeth to claw and pull their way up along the slippery slope with their feet and hands.
Petra watched as Mari pulled ahead of her.
The shorter woman s round bottom flexed and shifted, her toned leg muscles lengthening then tightening as she struggled up that hill.
She was a most appealing sight of dogged determination despite the torture test they were putting themselves through.
Less than a quarter of the climb to go and the hill had softened from the rain, the soil turning into a mud slick.
Their hands, arms, legs and shoes were covered in wet, brown earth.
Suddenly Mari s foot slipped out from under her and she flattened out onto the ground with a grunt, Umpff! As she struggled to regain her footing, Petra pulled past her.
Just as she got ahead of her though, she stopped and turned, watching her friend s efforts to get back onto her feet.
Come on, Mari, she urged, You can do this! Mari grunted and strained on the slope.
Petra held out her hand.
Come on! Mari took it without hesitation, immediately feeling a strong tug as she did.
With a combined effort, Petra managed to get her back up and the two resumed their race up the hill.
Once at the top, they should have collapsed.
That s what their muscles and hearts told them to do, pleaded with them to do.
But they barely stumbled forward for two steps before they broke into a sprint towards the picnic area.
It would have been an amazing sight if anyone had been there, two attractive women in full stride running in the torrential downpour.
Not that either would have noticed anyone else other than each other.
From the hill, Mari had managed to regain the lead.
She felt like her heart would burst and she could barely see through the relentless rainfall.
As the clouds continued to erupt above them, she suddenly felt so spirited and alive that she almost felt like laughing if she could only draw enough breath to do so.
Petra watched as Mari pull ahead by a couple of metres.
The picnic area was only 50 metres away now.
As if pushing a mental button, a surge ripped through her legs and she pumped her arms faster.
Out of the corner of her eye, Mari saw Petra overtake her.
She broke her form completely, trying desperately to keep up.
There wasn t even time to breath anymore.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she reached for whatever reserves she had left.
Nyahhh! she screamed, pumping her legs and arms as fast ash she could.
Petra slapped her hand down on the first picnic table with a loud, satisfied groan.
Within half a second, Mari stumbled into her, also groaning aloud.
The two of them nearly fell over backwards but they managed to keep each other standing for a moment before slowly kneeling onto the ground.
Facing one another, their arms still holding on, they breathed and coughed hard, sucking in just as much rain water as air.
Kneeling in a cool puddle on the grass they gazed at each other.
After a moment, Mari managed to gasp out a chuckle.
Petra grinned.
Mari’s chuckle steadily grew into full on laughing fit and Petra joined in.
The blonde woman looked up towards the sky and felt the rain sweep over her face.
The look of joy was infectious and Mari imitated her, raising her head up and laughing at Heaven, Oh my God! This is insane! The sky flashed a jagged rope of lightning, instantly chased by a boom of thunder.
Oh shit! Mari jumped, curling against Petra.
I think I made someone angry! Petra let out another spirited laugh and held Mari back at her shoulders.
Through the rain, she offered a glowing, tight lipped smile to her younger friend.
Without another word, she moved forward and pressed her mouth over Mari’s.
Mari held her breath, her body tensing, her dark eyes widening.
She felt Petra’s soft lips mesh against hers with a bold, passionate kiss.
Petra leaned back slightly, flicking her tongue against Mari’s upper lip before moving in again with another forceful kiss, strong enough that Mari was pushed back.
She didn’t break away from the kiss though.
She couldn’t think straight enough, fast enough, to do so.
It was Petra who pulled back again, sitting back on her heels.
She held Mari’s hands and looked at her like a cat who had just found a shiny, new toy to play with.
Mari opened her mouth to say something.
All that came out was, Petra…
Petra rolled up onto her feet and stood.
She stepped backwards pulling Mari up.
Come, she beckoned.
Where…where are we going? Mari asked, stumbling through the wet grass as she was pulled along.
She had forgotten how much her legs ached.
Just come, Petra said.
She led her quickly through the empty park to another part with a covered picnic area.
It was flimsy shelter at best, with streams of water falling through cracks in the leaky roof.
Despite the rain, the air was still warm and thick under the dark shelter.
With confident, fluid motions, Petra guided the bewildered Mari to a table, spun her around, and backed her against the edge.
She stood tall a foot in front of her, breathing hard through a sharp grin.
Wh-what are we doing here? Mari asked, feeling a lump in her throat.
She needed to swallow, but couldn’t quite managed it.
Petra flipped off her visor and quickly undid her ponytail, her damp, darkened blonde locks dropping down her back.
She reached out and caressed Mari’s cheek gently.
With her other hand, she pulled up the bottom of her athletic top, lifting it above her bosom, freeing her ample breasts.
Mari pushed her backside up hard against the edge of the table, trying to back away from her friend.
Eyes never leaving Petra’s, she shook her head hesitantly and muttered, I don’t…I haven’t done anything like this before.
Petra gathered up Mari’s hands once more.
She raised them up and pressed them against her curvy, round breasts, massaging them with rolling circles.
To her sheer delight, she could feel the tremble in Mari’s palms and fingers along her broad, stiffening nipples.
The younger woman watched her own hands fondle Petra’s soft breasts, mesmerized.
Even after Petra released one of her hands to reach around the back of her neck, she continued to press her hands in circles around them unable to stop herself.
Mari dear, Petra breathed, tickling the wet hairs at the back of Mari’s neck, Didn’t I say I would always take care of you? With that, she moved forward once more locking her luscious lips against Mari’s, lolling her head and gently prying open the young woman’s mouth.
Mari’s eyes remained open, watching the look of sultry satisfaction in Petra’s beautiful face.
She felt her tongue glide into her mouth, flicking and licking rapidly and entwining with her own.
Just as when they were running hard, her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to steady her breaths.
She needed to think.
But she didn’t want to think.
It was easier not to, especially when she felt Petra peeling her rain soaked top up past her neck over her head, knocking off her visor to the floor.
It was warm under the shelter but her bare breasts trembled, beads of sweat and rain mingling and leaving shimmering trails of dew running down past her tight belly.
Instinctively, her hands and arms moved up to cover herself, but Petra stopped her, shaking her head.
Mari’s hands dropped to her sides.
Petra moved on the opportunity to sample Mari’s pert, chestnut coloured nipples, circling them several times before giving them a playful flick of her tongue.
She blew a stiff stream of air against them, eliciting a shudder and an exquisitely kitten groan from Mari.
Taking long indulgent licks around the sides and the soft under curves of her breasts, she tasted the salty perspiration and the cooling rain water on Mari’s flesh.
Then she enveloped her nipple with her plush lips, sucking and savouring it with zeal.
Mari had braced one arm behind her against the table top.
The other she held at her forehead, almost feeling the temperature rise within her.
She sucked in the warm air through her gaping mouth, releasing it in raspy, strained groans.
Petra’s nimble tongue and lips were breaking her down fast.
Petra’s mouth met hers again.
This time Mari matched the undulating motions of her lips, flicking her tongue out, exchanging hot breaths.
Her body was still quivering, her mind still in frenzy, yet she had no time to think if this was right, all she knew was that it felt so good.
Petra stood tall, raising her lovely, full breasts before Mari.
Mari chewed her lower lip as she gazed at them, touching them again hesitantly, briefly.
She felt Petra’s hand at the back of her head, slowly easing her forward.
With a lick of her lips, she opened wide and pressed her mouth over one of Petra’s silver dollar sized nipples.
Always looking up anxiously towards Petra’s welcoming eyes, she felt the little bumps along her nipples and pressed her tongue against the stiff tip.
Petra’s breast felt so supple against her lips.
She dragged her tongue around the smooth skin, painting it with her saliva.
Within moments her appetite was whetted and she quickly moved back and forth between both voluptuous breasts, wanting to inhale them simultaneously.
While she tasted one with her mouth, she greedily fondled the other with her hand.
Petra gently stroked Mari’s hair while the young woman indulged in her breasts.
She undid her ponytail brushing the wet, tangled black strands down her back between her shoulder blades.
She smiled down in appreciation of Mari’s sensual efforts.
The rain continued to crackle and pop as it struck the ground and roof of the picnic shelter.
A cooler air slowly but steadily began to move through, but their heat was still building.
Their mouths met once more, folding their lips together over and over.
Petra explored Mari’s mouth, chin, and neck with her lips, then she took hold of her hips.
Mari could feel her guiding her up onto the picnic table, seating her on the edge.
The look of nervous hesitation reappeared on her face as Petra hooked the waist sides of her shorts and slowly pulled them down.
Mari twitched an anxious smile trying to match the confident, unhindered look of Petra.
Petra took her time, gently encouraging Mari to wriggle her hips to get the wet, clingy shorts down to her thighs.
From there, she slid them down the light-amber legs of her friend, pulling them over her running shoes.
She remained crouching down looking up at Mari with a wicked smile, her hands massaging up and down her friend’s toned thighs.
Like her, Mari was clean shaven, the delicate line of her slit exposed, a thing of tempting beauty.
Mari gazed down at Petra, conflicted.
There was admiration in the older woman’s face, an appreciation for her body which she had never expected.
There was a look of patience which she had never seen in a lover before.
And there was also a lascivious, relentless look of desire from Petra as well.
It unnerved Mari greatly and she shifted uneasily as she watched Petra casually move in between her thighs.
Petra continued to stroke and tickle her inner thighs with her fingers and then her lips and tongue, ever moving forward towards Mari’s prize.
An inch away, she smiled almost giggling then flicked her tongue out.
Mari shuddered and flinched at Petra’s first touch.
She did so again the second and third time she felt her friend’s tongue slip up her sensitive slit.
She could feel her body clench and she sucked in her lips, restraining her voice to an inner moan.
After a few more flicks, Petra felt that was enough teasing, enough sampling.
She had a taste of Mari.
Now she wanted more.
She pressed her fingers against her slit, circling and massaging it gently yet swiftly.
Hearing the stifled moans of Mari, she looked up to see her face tight and frowning, trying to control herself.
Petra grinned again, reveling in her reaction.
Then she spread her fingers apart, spreading Mari like budding petals, revealing her inner pink delights.
Petra’s tongue went to work.
Uh-uhn! Mari groaned aloud, unable to hold it in anymore, as she felt the full length of Petra’s tongue press against her, sliding indulgently against her trembling inner flesh.
She shifted her hips and turned her head aside, her eyes shut as she nipped at her own shoulder.
Feeling Petra’s strong, nimble tongue wriggle inside of her, she gasped and moaned sharply unable to regain a steady breath.
All the while her tongue worked Mari’s dripping petals, Petra smiled, enjoying the taste and feel and reactions of her friend.
She leaned back for a moment and licked and sucked on two of her fingers like lollipops, moistening them.
They joined her tongue when she resumed her deep exploration of Mari.
Her fingers sank between Mari’s slit, into her damp, soft hole and stroked in and out gently, while her tongue and lips engaged the young woman’s quivering clit.
Oh! Oh God! Mari tossed her head back and groaned, her call of ecstasy drowning out the constant patter of the rain.
Hearing the vocal satisfaction of Mari drove Petra on.
Her tongue swirled and flicked ceaselessly.
Her fingers thrust in and out with heated zeal.
Her lips and teeth nipped playfully.
Mari’s legs slowly but steadily parted giving her clear access and she ceased that opening with skill and determination.
As she went on, she was aware of how hot and bothered she herself was feeling.
Crouched down, she slid her free hand under the waistband of her shorts and rubbed her fingers against her slit, feeling the dampness there.
Her own touch and her pleasuring of Mari sent an electric ripple of excitement up her belly to the tips of her bare breasts and up her neck.
She gasped a long, hot moan, Ahh-uhhn! Mari’s toes curled and her tummy tightened and twitched.
She knew the taxed muscles in her legs were going to give her hell after all of this was said and done, but she really didn’t give a damn at the moment.
She mustered whatever control she had over her body and stroked the top of Petra’s head, a wordless acknowledgment and appreciation for her friend’s lustful efforts.
Ah God! Yeah, she gasped.
Petra worked with fervid determination now.
A deepening frown crossed her brow, the smile on her lips gone.
Her heart was racing and her gasps were unsteady and sharp.
She loved the sensation of pleasuring Mari, the feel, the taste.
The underlying hesitancy, the little tentative twitches that were so sweet at the beginning had fallen away to unapologetic and flagrant calls of desire.
It made her horny as hell and doubled her efforts for her own stimulation, working her fingers like pistons within and along her own overheated cunt.
Mari’s arms were buckling.
She shifted and adjusted them to no avail and she leaned back further onto the table, settling onto her elbows.
Her eyes rolled back as she blinked and fluttered her dark lashes.
Her moans and groans were constant now, tossed all around the picnic area with abandon.
Even the rain outside seemed to give up against her torrid cries, finally easing after the flash storm.
Ah! Ah! Ah-AHN! Mari cried out to the ceiling, feeling an uncontrollable surge flow through her.
Petra caught her initial spurt on her mouth and cheek.
She leaned back, still pumping her fingers rigorously as Mari came with a drenching orgasm over her hand and forearm.
Ooh, sweety, Petra cooed through clenched teeth.
She continued to stroke her fingers into Mari as she vigorously pleasured herself underneath her shorts, a large damp spot appearing around the crotch of the grey material.
Mari flattened her back against the table still feeling the tingle of excitement incited by Petra’s actions, still dripping her juices over her friend.
She suddenly felt Petra clench her teeth against her inner thigh.
Uh-UNN! Petra groaned and frowned, nipping at Mari’s flesh.
A wave from within splashed over her fingers, soaking through her shorts, making a beautiful mess below.
It was a wonderful rush.
As she continued to flow, she returned to licking Mari’s drenched slit as if to slake her thirst.
They both gave their bodies release, feeling the ache from the run and from their sexual indulgences slowly creep through them.
They groaned softly, deliciously.
Petra’s wet hand slid out from under her shorts and wrapped around her breasts, pulling at her taut nipples.
Mari did the same, writhing on the table slowly as she rubbed her own swollen breasts with one hand, the other at her mouth, nipping at her finger.
Mari’s eyes were closed.
Her other senses kicked in, notably the sounds of the dying rain and hers and Petra’s softening gasps.
She could smell a pungent sweetness in the air.
Just as she wet her lips, she felt Petra move over her.
She opened her eyes and saw her beautiful blue-eyed friend and lover looking down at her, her trademark, cut-glass smile showing.
Petra lowered two fingers into Mari’s open mouth.
She obediently sucked on them, tasting an unfamiliar flavour laced upon them.
That’s me, Petra said, grinning.
She pulled out those fingers and replaced them with the ones on her other hand.
And that’s you.
Mari slinked her tongue around Petra’s fingers then closed her lips upon them, sucking hungrily, tasting herself for the first time.
When those fingers withdrew, they joined in a long, passionate kiss, hot enough to burn away the last droplets of rain upon their skin.
* * * * * * * They stood on the sidewalk just on the outside of the park.
The city street was about as far as either of them could make it with their muscles punishing them for not cooling down properly after the hard run and then over-exerting them again in the picnic shelter.
There was no way they were going to be able to run back to Petra’s apartment.
It took awhile to hail a cab on the early morning, rain covered streets, but one finally appeared in the distance.
How are we going to pay for this? Mari asked.
Did you bring any money with you? Petra shook her head.
Grinning, she shrugged and said, We’ll have to rely on the kindness of strangers, I suppose.
Mari couldn’t help but smile.
She had been quiet as they walked through the park, feeling a little unsettled by what had occurred.
She couldn’t deny how good it felt, though.
Now, as they headed back, she felt more at ease and, she could dare say, even a bit curious about what could happen next.
As the cab pulled up and they climbed in, Mari said, I’m looking forward to the spa.
After closing the door, Petra shook her head again.
Let’s skip the spa, she said.
She told her address to the driver.
Mari looked at her, little disappointed.
Skip the spa? Why? Petra gazed out the window, smiling to herself.
I won the race, didn’t I? Or did you forget about that? Mari rolled her eyes.
No, I didn’t forget, she remarked, I was going to treat for the spa.
Petra held up a finger.
It was winner’s choice, if you recall.
Mari grinned but frowned, curious.
So what do you want? Petra turned and blinked her bold, blue eyes once slowly.
The curl on her lips deepened.
I’ll claim it when we get home, sweety.
With that, she leaned across the seat and kissed Mari as the cab drove down the early morning streets.
* * * * * * * * More to come with Mari and Petra…
Sal The Super, The Nookie King of the Bronx X
Sal The Super, The Nookie King of the Bronx X Iris buried her face in the pillow and bit down to stifle her screams of enjoyment.
View Author’s Copyright Information SAL THE SUPER, THE NOOKIE KING OF THE BRONX PART X The conversion to the oil fired furnaces was complete.
Sal was relieved because he didn t have to climb inside the furnaces to bang out the clinkers with the small iron mallet.
He kept it to himself but he had a dread of being caught inside one of the furnaces when the ignition took place.
Only his Aunt Gina suspected how strong the fear was lurking below the surface.
Both of the Conte sisters whom he had impregnated had given birth to their babies and he tried to be aloof of all the fussing without much success.
Sal figured he was much too young to be a father and that he hadn t even exhausted the supply of pussy in his Aunt s apartment building as yet.
He did, however, make certain that envelopes of small bills were delivered to the girl s mother each Friday to help the family with expenses.
He used his new friend Rosa Mercedes to do the deliveries because she was the most closed-mouth broad he had ever met.
Even his Uncle Vinnie liked Rosa despite the fact her previous boyfriend Carmine had stiffed him big time on the numbers tab being run over in the East Bronx.
Rosa was the best piece of small-sized ass Sal had ever sampled.
He liked the fact that she begged for more no matter how hard he pounded her.
Her vociferous appreciation caused him to move her into his Aunt s basement apartment to help Gina get over feeling poorly these past months.
His Aunt had lost a lot of weight and she was kind of on the slender side except for her luscious ass even before the sickness.
The mothers of his two babies, Cindy and Regis Conte were being difficult right at the moment with their attention focused just on their offspring.
Neither one of them seemed inclined to offer him any goodies just like they were in some kind of Don t give that prick Sal any pussy pact that even included the other three pretty sisters.
Sal was content to leave things be because he didn t want to agitate the girl s father.
The father was connected downtown but left Sal alone because of the protection of his Uncle Vinnie.
Sal was smart enough to know it would be a different story below 125 th street.
Lately, he had been plugging Rosa when the opportunity arose, but she seemed a little distracted with taking care of his Aunt Gina.
He was afraid to suggest anything at all to his Aunt Gina despite their history of kinky sex because she seemed a bit too fragile to him in her weakened condition.
His newest interest was the mother-daughter combination on the third floor.
The mom was a retired schoolteacher with a fetish of wearing the tightest skirts and highest heels in the entire building.
Whenever he heard her feet clicking on the stairs, he got a good spot to look up her skirt and get a good peek at her always sexy underwear.
The daughter was a typical teenager except for the fact she was stacked like a brick firehouse with boobs that seemed to have a life of their own.
He caught the daughter on the roof this past Friday night smoking a reefer with a guilty look on her pretty face.
Oh, my God, Mr.
Sal, please don t tell my mom.
I just had to have one.
It makes me feel all nice inside and so calm.
The 17 year old girl was so mortified and fearful that Sal was aroused by her actions.
Well, Betty, I should report this right away but you seem like a nice girl and I am sure you are only doing this for medicinal purposes.
The pretty girl almost cried with real tears because she was so relieved.
Do you want a blow job for being such a nice guy, Mr.
Sal? Sal just smiled and released his oversized cock into view.
The girl gasped at the huge piece of meat and knelt down to take him into her sexy schoolgirl mouth.
It was obvious the girl was well familiar with the art of cock-sucking and she proceeded with a skill unusual for a girl of her tender years.
The sight of the pony tail bobbing as the pretty teenager worked diligently on his rod made Sal allow his sperm to rise quickly ready to blast off from his churning balls.
Sal was determined that the girl would take the entire load into her mouth so he held the back of her bobbing head with both hands to insure she did not pull away with the force of his sticky spurts.
He could hear the schoolgirl swallowing rapidly as he drained every last drop between her lips.
Betty was amazed at the amount of creamy cum she had to swallow.
None of the boys at school had ever produced this much and they certainly did not make her take it back so deep in her throat like the girls in the porn movies her mother hid in her bedroom.
She looked up at the muscular super and let him bounce his naughty cock on her nose and face.
His smell was tantalizing to her.
It was spicy like maybe a little garlicky but she figured that was because he was Italian.
Most of her friends were Irish because it was mostly Irish families that went to her church and school.
It seemed like this block was about 50-50 with very little interaction between the two cultures.
Not at all like her old neighborhood where the Puerto Ricans had pretty much taken over everything.
Her mom had decided to move after catching her giving the Puerto Rican boy from across the hall a blow job under the stairs.
She had just turned 16 and it was only her second blow job ever.
Strangely, her very first blow job was with her mom s boyfriend who had been invited to her Sweet Sixteen party.
Her mom had gotten little sleepy after a half dozen beers and Ricky proceeded to introduce Betty to the wonderful world of cocksucking.
She remembered that she giggled a lot and it kind of made Ricky mad at her.
The spray of salty cum on her face was disconcerting to say the least and she was hesitant to put her new-found skills to use until the incident with the hunky Rafael under the stairs.
In all honesty, it was her who had led the reluctant Rafael under the staircase behind the baby carriages and it was her hands that opened his trousers and pulled his beautiful cock out for action.
Betty knew that in her mom s eyes she was the innocent little girl being taken advantage of but in her own heart she knew just how depraved she really was.
Even now the episode with the super was so stimulating to her.
The risk of someone, even her own mom, coming up to the roof made her heart beat fast and she loved the way her pussy slit trembled with anticipation of finally being satisfied.
She was still a virgin and she was even an ass virgin because the half dozen boys who had attempted to break down her sphincter defenses met with ultimate failure despite anointing her ass cheeks and back with copious streams of young boy cum.
Sal lifted the girl up from her knees and explored her teenage slit with his well-practiced hands.
He smiled when he saw Betty whimper in excitement when his fingers rubbed her wet slit and stroked her throbbing clitoris.
He could see she was ripe for impalement and his exploratory finger into her anus determined she had never been taken in that tight little hole as yet.
The pretty girl s panting and submissive attitude told him that she would be begging for it when they found a safe place to pursue the delights of copulation.
Sal, I want you to meet my mom.
She is pretty lonely and I think she needs something to get her mind off work and getting divorced and all.
You would really like her.
She likes to do blow jobs and I used to sneak a peek at her getting it up the ass from her boyfriends.
She told me it was her favorite thing but that I should not imitate her because it was not considered normal or even ladylike.
The muscular apartment manager continued to roll the schoolgirl s ass cheeks with his strong hands.
She was really panting hard now but he knew this was not a good spot to bend her over.
For one thing, the broads that liked to save money on drying their clothes usually came up on the roof at this time to hang some wet wash and the guys that put up the antennas for the television sets were always popping up when you least expected it.
Once he had caught an antenna guy humping the old lady from 101 on top of a recently washed towel.
He didn t say a word.
He just watched long enough to her curse in Italian and implore the tall workman to get it in deeper .
It was obvious the woman was getting off and not being assaulted in any manner.
Her words in Italian were so filthy that it almost made him blush.
Sal promised to come that afternoon to Adjust the thermostat for the hot weather and see if Betty s mom Iris was receptive to some afternoon hanky-panky.
He hoped she was wearing the sexy underwear he had glimpsed on the stairs.
When Sal knocked on the door, Betty answered and pulled him inside.
She s in the shower, Sal, just pretend to start working and I will open the door so you can get a good peek Sal fooled with a screwdriver on the thermostat outside the bathroom door and saw the completely naked Iris emerge from the shower and drop a towel over her head and hair.
She shook her body vigorously and he could see her boobs and her bottom were still perky and in excellent shape for a woman in her early forties.
She had a well-trimmed pussy and her nipples were aroused just by taking a shower.
When she came out of the shower brushing her wet hair, Sal pretended he didn t even see her.
Sal, what are you doing? I thought that was for later this afternoon.
Sorry, Iris, your daughter Betty told me it was a good time to do this because you guys wanted to watch a movie later.
Iris s bathrobe opened slightly and Sal could see her bosom heaving with agitation.
He was not sure if it was because there was a male standing next to her almost naked body or because she was angry at his intrusion into her privacy.
Looking into her eyes, he could see the essence of lust and need for hot and immediate sex.
Quickly, he put away his screwdriver and wrapped his long muscular arms around the mature and nicely scented body of the sex-deprived schoolteacher.
She trembled with deep-seated primal needs.
His hand found her core and he slid his finger along her dripping wet slit.
It was not the water from the shower but her female juices oozing out in anticipation of a hard fuck to come.
Sal could see Betty lurking in the hallway with her hand between her legs and an expression of passion on her teenaged face.
He placed Iris face down on the sofa pillow and lifted the bathrobe above her heart-shaped hips.
Her bottom was still slightly damp from the shower.
Her brown eye was spotlessly clean and smelled of the crushed roses she used as a body wash.
He smiled at Betty and bent down to nuzzle between her mother s ass cheeks and flick his tongue across her sensitive pucker hole.
The sound of Iris moaning her delight was intoxicating to Betty and really turned Sal on.
He brought his rock hard cock to the back of Iris s vagina and slid inside as she whimpered encouragements to her gentle impalement.
Betty tiptoed silently up behind Sal and ran her hands over his tightly clenched ass cheeks as he pounded the defenseless mother from behind.
Iris buried her face in the pillow and bit down to stifle her screams of enjoyment.
She knew her daughter was still in the apartment but at this very moment she didn t care where she was.
All she could think about was her approaching orgasm and how long it would last.
When the very naughty Betty slipped her pointed little pink tongue into Sal s brown eye, he was forced to release his full load of creamy cum deep inside her mother s vagina filling it to the very brim.
Iris s orgasm was the most satisfying she had ever experienced.
The force of the ejaculate inside her female parts was still making her body tremble and quake in sheer delight.
When Betty pretended to come into the room from her bedroom, her mother looked up and asked in a very calm and studied voice, Have you met the super yet, dear? Continue reading Sal the Super, The Nookie King of the Bronx Part IX
a lovely night
a lovely night View Author’s Copyright Information It could have been the island sunshine, or it could have been the excitement of knowing I was going to see him again Either way, I was so excited, so horny, so hot, and so looking forward to our encounter.
It had been about 5 years since the last time I had seen Rafael.
That encounter, where we spent an hour sitting on those rocking chairs looking at each other, talking, wanting to kiss each other and touch each other, but knowing that we couldn t, left us, or at least me, hungry with desire.
When we said good bye, he did give me a peck on the lips, and I reacted with surprise pulling away.
Why? I should have wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and kissed him right there, in the middle of the terminal, overlooking the runways of the airport.
Who cared about what his co-workers said.
They all knew us.
They all knew that we had been in love with each other since the day we met.
Oh, the regret! But life had made it difficult for us to be together.
We had had stolen moments, which I cherished.
And now, thinking about meeting him again, I felt a trickle of something wet streaming down my pussy.
This business trip to the Caribbean had given me the opportunity to meet up with him again.
He was now living there, enjoying his new wealth, and prospering in his business.
He deserved it!!!! He was a hard-working man who had married the wrong woman and spent many years just surviving Now, as I stood on the balcony on this oceanfront suite that my employer paid for, I gazed at the beautiful beach water, so peaceful and inviting.
Perhaps later.
And I enjoyed the sight of the palm trees.
Such a romantic setting How I d love to make love to Rafael under those palm trees, under the moon and the stars A knock on the door brought me back to reality! Room service was here, with the chilled bottle of champagne and the two tall glasses.
They were also going to bring complimentary strawberries and chocolates As I opened the door, I saw him standing there.
Tall.
Proud.
Handsome.
Just as I remembered him.
Time had not passed, it seemed I felt another trickle of juice down my leg My thong was, by now, completely wet.
My pussy hadn t been able to control itself.
All those feelings came back.
They had never gone away Before I could open my mouth to say anything, after the initial shock, since I wasn t expecting him yet, he came inside the suite and without saying a word, he kissed me.
Hard at first.
Like a hungry wolf.
His hands were holding me so tight, onto his own body that I couldn t breathe.
Between his mouth eating mine and his chest collapsing my lungs I felt no air I returned the kiss, though.
But I changed it to a softer tone.
Women tend to be more sexually romantic, while men are more sexually physical.
Most of the time After a long, long, long play of the tongues, he finally pulled away, only a few inches, and looked at me, deep into my eyes, able to see the essence of my very soul, and whispered, in a very hoarse, sexy and horny voice, you look even more gorgeous and sexy than I remembered.
I love you! I always have, and I always will.
In spite of the thunder going on in my nether zone, down below my tummy, I felt an emotional tear come to my eye.
I felt exactly the same way.
I just hadn t realized it.
Hadn t thought about him.
Another knock at the door startled us.
This time, it was room service with the champagne, strawberries and chocolates.
We didn t have to open it, since it already was.
Rafael hadn t closed it when he entered.
Actually, we were just standing next to it, wide open.
The young man with the delivery had probably just witnessed the whole kiss and the entire exchange, but might have been too shy, or too curious, to interrupt it.
After tipping and thanking him, Rafael closed the door and smiled at me.
You are prepared! .
I smiled back, a shy, sexy, sly smile.
The sort of smile that tells you, you have no idea how prepared I am! .
He then looked into the room and saw the huge bed in the center and smiled with anticipation.
He kissed me again, holding me tight around my waist.
I returned the kiss.
This time it was a soft, tender one.
One that said, wow, I missed you, and I m never going to let you go again.
I wanted to strip off all my clothes, which weren t many, and just fuck right there .but I had been waiting for this moment since we had met and fallen in love, many moons before.
I wanted it to be perfect! How about we open the champagne? I suggested.
With a gorgeous smile that showed his beautiful perfect teeth, he nodded in agreement.
He expertly opened it and poured it into the two glasses.
I held his hand and pulled him along to the balcony.
His hands were big and strong, just like I remembered them.
The balcony was rather large and had a nice round table and some comfortable chairs to sit and relax.
We didn t.
We stood and toasted, and sipped the bubbly, meanwhile staring into each other s eyes.
He then put his glass down on the table and took mine and placed it next to his.
He looked into my eyes, the way you see in romantic movies, oh, how touching! And slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
Still looking into each other s eyes, I placed my own arms around his neck.
He was so tall I loved it! And in slow motion, our heads moved in closer to each other until our mouths met again and melted in another soft, romantic and passionate kiss.
It seemed to go on forever.
We didn t need air.
Just kissing.
I felt his hand rubbing my back softly and slowly work its way down into my buttocks.
Meanwhile, I played with his hair.
I loved his hair.
It was so soft and playful His hand found its way up to my belly, pretty flat in spite of the years, and up to my breasts.
He cupped one of them into his big hand and I let a soft moan escape my mouth, even while still kissing him .
I was wearing a short wraparound silk skirt, perfect for tropical climates, very sensual to the touch.
I loved it when it rubbed against my thighs And a sexy low cut shirt, buttoned up with only two buttons and the bottom tied in a knot, revealing my belly button, which had a sexy piercing in it.
That made him wild with pleasure In what seemed like a motionless touch, he opened up the two buttons that held my shirt together, and left my breasts exposed.
I felt his dick get a bit harder when he noticed I wasn t wearing a bra.
Softly, slowly, he pushed my shirt back from my shoulders, and left it half hanging.
We were on the balcony of the 18 th floor, and it was unlikely that beach goers could see us making out up there.
I didn t care!!!! He brought his face down, from the soft kiss to my tongue, to my breasts.
He started licking and kissing them skillfully.
My nipples were so hard Meanwhile, his hand was now working on the knot of my skirt.
How skillful It suddenly dropped to the floor without prior notice and there I stood, in front of this gorgeous, sexy and horny man, totally naked, except for the hot pink thong I was wearing.
It was very very tiny, with a little pendant hanging from the front.
He took a step back to see me.
I could tell he was admiring my body, which was exactly as beautiful as it was ten years before, the first time he had seen it.
Of course, back then, he hadn t been able to make love to me.
This was about to be our first time.
Surely, we had kissed, we had touched each other, a stolen hug and a kiss here and there, but now, this was the real thing That other time, we had been on the beach, with a group of friends, and we couldn t manage anything except many stolen glances and smiles!!!!! Suddenly self-conscious of my nakedness, my hands went to his chest and began to unbutton his shirt.
It was a beautiful mauve color which brought out the brown in his eyes.
His beautiful, gorgeous eyes I admired his broad, muscular chest with awe and pleasure.
It didn t seem like the chest of a 40 something, but more the chest of a 20 something .
I softly rubbed my fingertips on his chest, drawing soft circles around his nipples.
A soft moan came out of his mouth, which I soon joined with mine, and we got lost in another kiss.
Heaven was nothing in comparison with this feeling of tenderness, of being together, in this beautiful tropical Caribbean paradise and gorgeous room with the splendid sights.
The anticipation, the excitement, the hormones, everything was just tickling in the area around my vagina.
I wanted him so badly He took me by the hand softly and we walked back inside, into the room.
We went directly to the bed.
I had previously set the background with some soft, romantic music, to be played from the sound system with the touch of a button.
As he gently moved me to the bed, I pressed the play button and the music began.
He liked that! I sat there, on the bed, with Rafael straddling me.
Slowly, I leaned back, in order to be more comfortable, and moved back into the middle of this large nest of love.
He moved with me and placed himself on top of me, his pants still on, but the bulge of his manhood protruding violently.
We kissed a little more, and he ticked me and turned me on to exasperating heights by rubbing his lips softly on my neck, on my shoulders, nibbling softly on my ears, and touching my most sensitive spots with his fingertips, before moving further down.
I rolled over to place myself on the top, so I could unbutton his pants and remove them.
He was smiling devilishly as I did this, anticipating more fun As his pants hit the floor, my mouth moved down to his manhood.
It was fully erect, so thick and large.
A good 10 inches.
I felt a thrust inside my pussy just imagining him pushing that dick in and out Slowly, I licked it around the top, where the skin is tender and his breathing was interrupted momentarily by a gasping sound.
He was enjoying this In sensual movements, his dick started going in deeper and deeper into my mouth, with my lips applying a bit of pressure, to make his blood circulation more sensible In and out his dick went for a few moments, deeper and deeper, until his balls were thrusting against my lips.
Rafael s dick was difficult to suck at times due to its size.
Not only was it the length, but also the girth.
I tried not to gag, so we could both enjoy the experience .
Satisfied after a few minutes, and not wanting yet to ejaculate, he sat up and kissed me.
I was on my knees on top of the bed, so I towered over him.
His mouth reached my tits and he licked them and played with them softly.
I want to make you scream he told me.
I smiled, the anticipation of what was to come much too great! I felt his finger rubbing my vagina, the outer zone, as I continued standing on my knees in the middle of this oversized bed.
Then playfully, his fingers moved to the labia and his thumb softly rubbed my clitoris.
Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!! Gosh, I could come right there, just with that one touch .
A soft moan was uttered by my half open and semi dried lips.
I leaned backwards so I could lie on my back, and I felt his middle finger softly running up and down the outside labia of my pussy, occasionally moving in a little deeper, without actually entering me.
That was a well calculated move.
It was turning me on beyond belief.
Meanwhile, his thumb continued teasing my throbbing clitoris.
Without warning, I softly felt his middle finger sliding inside my pussy.
The moan was loud this time.
I definitely was ready to fuck him to death! Slowly at first, but increasing the rhythym, he finger fucked me, gently, wildly, passionately, and with skill that I didn t even imagine he possessed.
What a waste, all those years that we could have been fucking! He felt my body tensing up, ready to come, so he slowed down and switched tactics.
Kissed me on the mouth again, his tongue seeking mine.
I arched my back as my pussy throbbed with pleasure, and wanted more He tortured me slowly, making me crazy with desire.
Fuck me, Rafael! Fuck me, baby, please, now! I implored.
No, mi reina! I m going to make love to you.
The way you deserve.
The way I wanted to make it these past ten years Those words, uttered by his sexy lips, in that sensual voice, raspy with excitement made me want to explode.
His hands caressed and rubbed and touched every little inch of my body, and his lips kissed every single inch of my being.
When I wanted to roll over to straddle him and fuck him cowgirl style, he stopped me, by moving his mouth into my pussy.
Oh, my God! That was too much to handle.
He was going to eat my pussy!!!! Could I take it? I had fantasized about this for years, and now, as it was happening, it all seemed so real, so natural, so normal .
The first lick of his tongue on my clitoris sent shivers up my spine and a loud gasp out of my mouth.
With expertise, he continued licking up and down, softly, gently, without pressing hard, paying especial attention to my clitoris.
I was gasping, panting and moaning, begging for mercy, screaming, and my throat was dry.
The pleasure was extreme.
I was on the verge of coming a couple of times, but he prevented me from orgasming by changing pace for a few seconds, therefore prolonging the pleasure (or the torture).
Suddenly, a finger went inside my pussy softly, applying just the perfect pressure and finding my G-spot.
The combination of pleasure from the G-spot with the amazing vibrations of eating my pussy sent my juices splurging everywhere in an incredible explosion of pleasure.
The orgasm was so intense that my body shook, contorted and kept shaking for several minutes.
I couldn t catch my breath, and my throat was dry in a continued session of screaming, panting and heavy breathing.
What an orgasm! Oh, goodness .
Finally, I lay still, spent, next to his naked body, so muscular and masculine.
His manhood fully erect, still, waiting I managed a big smile of gratitude and love, which he returned with a big wet kiss on the lips at the time that he crawled on top of me.
Playfully, he rubbed the tip of his dick against my anus, now aflare with spent passion He teased me a few times, while kissing me, rubbing his dick, up and down my pussy and into my anus, and finally making his grand entrance in one soft thrust deep into my expectant pussy Feeling the full of his manhood inside the inner of my womanhood, I let out a ah of pleasure Rafael lovingly pushed his dick in and out of my wet cave of love, softly and slowly at first, teasingly, rubbing his balls against my clitoris for added pleasure .
Gradually, the movements increased in speed and rhythym until both our breathings became one confused harsh moan and he started pushing harder and faster, and suddenly, one deep, fast thrust and the explosion of warm man milk painted the inside of my uterus .and he fell spent on my body, careful not to let his weight hurt my tender body.
We lay there spent for a few minutes, his dick still inside my pussy, and still unbelievably erect and hard and full of cockiness, in spite of the massive ejaculation .
We began kissing again, softly, touching our bodies, still inside each other, feeling his hands caress the side of my body, tickling me, sensing wonderful sensations into every nerve ending of my body.
And as his hands cupped my breasts, he started thrusting in and out again, in an insatiable attempt to never let go of me, to love me forever.
In an attempt to make love one more time, one of the many more to come that day!
After dinner…….
After dinner…….
A boozy dinner leads to a night of passion Melissa came over right from work, and she looked gorgeous, as usual.
She’s a tall, thin blond with deep green eyes, creamy light olive skin, and beautiful perky breasts with big brown nipples.
We went out to get some dinner, and ended up drinking two bottles of wine.
By the time we left we were talking quite suggestively to each other, and we exited the restaurant holding hands and kissing.
We stopped several times on the short walk home to make out, both of us sliding our hands under each others’ shirts.
She loved that I wasn’t wearing a bra and the cold weather combined with how turned on I was had my nipples rock hard and at least a half inch long.
Once we finally made it back to the apartment, we were barely in the door before we were taking each other’s clothes off.
I couldn’t wait to go down on her and taste her pussy again.
I guided her to the sofa and pushed her back as I knelt between her legs.
I inhaled the scent of her cunt…
musky and feminine and sweet all at once.
I reached under her and pulled her ass to the edge of the cushion so that I could get at her tightly puckered little brown asshole as well as her dripping pussy.
Eagerly I darted my tongue into that sweet brown hole, pushing hard and wiggling it crazily.
I slurped at it, sucking on the rim before twirling my tongue around it, then lazily dragging it up the length of her cunt.
When I reached her clit I wrapped my lips around it and sucked as I flicked it with my tongue.
As I continued to suck I worked three fingers into her dripping hole.
My other hand worked at her nipples.
She was writhing like mad beneath me, bucking against my face, humping my hand inside her.
I positioned my fingers inside her so that I could pet her g-spot, and she began to moan and scream my name, begging me to make her cum.
Seconds later she was crying as she came hard.
Her cunt clamped down my hand, her clit was throbbing.
I slowly pulled my hand out of her pussy and put my dripping fingers in her mouth for her to suck clean.
I gently licked her pussy clean as she came down from her cum high.
She leaned forward and pulled my face to hers, and I crawled up on the sofa with her, kissing and cuddling each other.
We laid there kissing and cuddling on the sofa for a bit, legs tangled, Melissa’s face smelling of my pussy juices.
After I got my energy back, I got up and took her hand and led her up to the bedroom.
We made out for a while, hands wandering all over each other, twisting and pulling nipples, teasing each others’ clits.
She nudged me to the top of bed and got me on all fours.
She told me to keep my head down and not look back at her.
She began to lick me from clit to anus, and then she got up and I heard her grab some items from the toy drawer.
Anticipation buzzed through me as she began to play with my cunt and ass again.
She was giving me a nice deep fingering and a rim job.
Next thing I knew, I felt cool lube spilling over my anus and down my pussy.
She dragged a toy up and down my cunt, then pushed it in deep.
God, I thought she was going to push it so far I’d gag on it.
With the toy thumping on my cervix, she slid two fingers into my ass, and wrapped her lips around my clit.
I was pushing back against her because I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted to fuck her face.
I felt incredible and ready to explode.
The movement of the toy ceased for a moment, and I could tell she was doing something else back there.
I couldn’t wait to find out what.
I still had no idea which toy was in me, other than that it was very long, and about average thickness.
I like longer toys, but also prefer thicker ones, so I had a bit of an idea which two or three it could have been.
Moments later I learned it was one of my double dildos.
‘Mmmmmmmm naughty Melissa!’ She was pushing the free end into her own pussy.
Once she got it in, both her hands were on my hips as she was grinding her cunt against me.
Suddenly one her her hands was wrapped in my hair, pulling hard, so that I was almost upright.
She leaned forward as I stretched my face towards her so we could kiss.
Surprising Melissa, I crawled forward so I could flip onto my back.
Hardly a thrust was missed as I turned over and filled my cunt again with the rubber cock we were sharing.
She scissored her legs around mine so that our clits were rubbing each others’.
As we were grinding I bounced my hips, sending jolts through both of us.
Moments later she was collapsing with another enormous orgasm, her pussy already weakened by the one I gave her downstairs, and the many smaller ones both of us were having.
She collapsed on top of me, but I wasn’t letting her get away with that.
I pushed her face down to my cunt and ordered her to make me cum.
Despite her exhaustion from cumming, she eagerly began to slurp at my clit and gaping pussy, pushing the dildo into my ass.
She pushed her face so hard and deep into my cunt, I thought she was trying to crawl up inside me.
I screamed for her to fist me.
I looked down to see her fingers pointed together and begin to push inside me, then she started to tongue my clit.
Just as she got about knuckle deep, I couldn’t take it anymore.
My orgasm exploded, soaking her hand and face.
We lay there panting, my body quaking from cumming so hard, my head dizzy.
Once we both came to our senses we took a nice long shower together.
The rest of the night was spent in bed in the playroom, both of us naked under the cool sheets, watching movies, kissing, and touching each other softly.
Twice during the night we woke for more slow, sensual loving.
I was very sad to see her off to work in the morning.
Telling Mom I'm a Crossdresser Part 9: A New First for Missy
Telling Mom I’m a Crossdresser Part 9: A New First for Missy Miss has a few new exeriences when she realizes she has the house to herself, or does she? It was a few days later after my night with Greg and being his police bitch for the night when I found myself sitting on the couch in a pair of nylon stockings, thong, bra and of course my new brown hair wig and breast forms.
That night mom had to work late so I had the house to myself.
For the first half of the night, I walked around the house and watched some of my favorite zombie movies.
Eventually I got horny (as usual) and decided to try out that sybian that mom had gotten me so many days ago and had surprised me with when I came home after my night with the bus driver.
After I had gotten it all set up, I got out all my toys and my lube and set them up behind the sybian to help me choose.
Then I went to my mom s room again and decided to get the video camera as well and make a video for all my fans on the Missy website.
Once I had it all set up I needed to figure out what I needed to decide what I was wearing.
I started to pick through my closet when I saw myself in the mirror.
I gave a quick turn and decided that I looked pretty sexy as is and that I wouldn t need any more.
I decided to check to see how much time I had to record on the video before I started anything just in case it stopped part way through.
I switched to the play back function on the camera and found a video on it already.
I hit the playback button and found short clips of all the times mom had recorded me during some of my Missy adventures from my time out at the glory hole until we did our pole dancing routines.
As I watched my clitty cock grew hard in my thong and I decided to watch this instead of be recorded while I used the sybian.
I hooked up the camera to the television and hit play.
As it started I quickly hooked up my 10 inch bendable dildo to it.
As I glanced to the video from time to time and listened to it, I got the lube and added lots onto it and inside my ass before I got on the sybian to begin my fun.
I took off my thong and threw it to the side of the sybian so that it was out of the way yet still in reach if I needed it.
It was very slippery and moved around so much that if I didn t hold it up it wouldn t be able to stand up straight so I could sit down on it.
I stood up onto my feet and slowly lowered myself down onto the dildo and inserted the head.
It felt warm and I knew this was going to go deeper then anything I have had before but looking at the video again I knew I wanted to try.
I lowered myself more and more until I was at 8 inches on the dildo.
By now the video was at the part of my role play as a nurse and thought I should hurry up a little because the video will be done soon.
I turned on the sybian and the vibrations shook the dildo deep inside my ass.
At first it took me by surprise by how far it could vibrate but I soon started to love the feeling as I moved my body all over with the dildo bending in every direction I could bend my body.
I had to adjust my stance now because my legs were getting tired and as I moved my foot I accidentally hit one of the switches on the remote and kicked it out of reach.
Now I was fucked in both meanings of the sense as the vibrations suddenly became more intense which made my entire body shudder from the pleasure I was receiving.
My moans became louder and longer as I could feel the lower half of my body become numb and my clitty cock swell and drool precum like a stream that seemed like it would never stop.
I grinded my hips back and forth again and again until the very point where I was about to cum.
All of a sudden, the vibration stopped and I was left with my clitty cock on the edge of an orgasm and had to let it subside.
I couldn t believe it just stopped and had left me aching for more like it did.
I needed to check the remote to make sure I had not broken it on my first use and leaned forward so I could get it.
Just before I could get the remote the sybian kicked in again and I was suddenly feeling that amazing vibration again but now it was coming in waves from slight, barely able to feel vibrations to intense waves that I could feel up to my nipples.
This went on for what felt like an hour and I had came twice before it stopped again.
I could feel my ass become so relaxed and throb with my clitty cock and decided I needed a break for a bit and turned it off but kept the dildo inside me.
As I sat there, I felt the last inch of the dildo slip in as I felt like I was just filled with another inch of wonderful cock.
I completely forgot about the video I was watching and looked up just in time for the last part of my pole dancing routine with mom before the video was turned off, however the video was not over there.
Suddenly a video of mom came on and I heard a voice.
I see Missy has been naughty and went into my room.
I hope she enjoyed her collaboration of her sluttiest times, now she can see one of Mistress Mommies naughty little times.
She said on the screen.
I looked closer and saw in the video that she was wearing thigh high stockings, full arm length matching gloves, a bra with soft looking pink fluff over the cups and a g-string.
She walked over to the bed in her room and laid down on her side.
It wasn t long before a man walked out of the bathroom in her room wearing nothing but a towel.
He was tall with a shaved head with very black skin and amazing muscles.
When he got to the edge of the bed they exchanged some very erotic words.
I couldn t remember what they were because at that time I was too busy rubbing my clitty cock to get it to stand again and putting more lube on the dildo.
Once it was inserted again, I switched on the sybian again to its low setting as I saw my mom get on top of the very sexy black man and start to ride his cock.
It was hard to tell, but his cock looked to have been a good 10 inches and mom could take it all like a porn star.
I switched the sybian to high gear and I rode the sybian in sync with mom riding the black cock.
Mom and the black man were moaning furiously as was I once again.
This continued for 30 minutes before the black man gave a few more thrusts before cumming in mom s pussy.
She sat up off his cock and I could see his thick, hot creamy load come flowing out of her pussy as she was now on all fours and kissing him deeply.
The sight of that made me go crazy and I came hard as well one last time, However before I could turn off the machine there was a sudden rush to my insides.
It felt like I had just received a massive cum shot deep inside me just as mom did in the video.
It must have shot 4 good ropes inside me and started to flood down the shaft before I turned to find my mom holding a remote.
I see Missy found my little surprise and decided to enjoy herself to it.
She said with her famous devious grin and a little chuckle to go with it.
What did you think of that little finish I left just for you? she asked.
I smiled and replied to her that it felt great and loved the video of her and the black man.
I continued and asked what his name was and how did they meet? She stared right at me and smiled.
You will see soon Missy, don t worry about a thing.
She said as she left.
I just smiled and got off the sybian so that I could clean everything up and put it away.
My ass felt so used and hot as I could feel the fake cum drip down my thighs and legs.
My body was still shaking from the vibrations and I felt so dirty from all the cum.
Once I was finished cleaning my dildo and putting the sybian away, I thought I should take a shower to clean myself up before bed.
I took off my clothes and put what was dirty in the clothes hamper and what I could wear again I put back in the drawers.
Then I got in the shower and got cleaned up.
After I had gotten out of the shower, I was heading back to my room when I heard mom calling me.
I walked into her room to find that she was wearing nothing but a bra with her panties laying beside her on the bed and her vibrator next to that.
I looked down to find a very noticeable wet spot on her bed.
I guess she must have been masturbating while I was in the shower and couldn t hear her from the running water.
I asked her what she wanted to see me about.
I wanted to try that sybian you were using before and was wondering if you could help me set it up.
She asked.
I agreed then we went to my room and got the sybian and set it up in moms room.
Once it was set up I got up to leave when mom stopped me again.
She got out a new pair of stockings, panties and bra and gave them to me and told me to put them on.
I did as I was told and looked at my self in the mirror.
The stockings were white thigh highs with lace around the top.
The panties looked like a thong with black mesh around the edges and a garter belt to go with it.
Finally there was a white bra that latched behind my back but did not have shoulder straps and was only see through around my nipples and fit fairly snug but nice.
I put on my wig to complete the outfit and mom said that looked great on me.
What s the occasion mom? I asked with some curiosity as to why she would buy me such nice lingerie.
She told me that it was because she saw this in the store and if she bought that she could get another set just like it.
I felt a little happy and liked the idea of wearing matching lingerie with my mom but wondered what else she had planned.
I looked back at mom and found she was just finishing putting on her lingerie set as well and she was right it did look exactly the same as mine.
Just then the doorbell rang.
I was confused as to who would be coming to our house at this time of night.
Mom and I went to the door and opened it.
Standing at the door was the black man in the video that I had seen mom with earlier in the evening but now I got a better look at him.
He was the same height as my mom with braided corn rolls in his hair and a gouty for facial hair.
He had some muscles but no abs and a stomach on him but you couldn t say he was fat.
All together, you could say he was medium built but when I looked down to his sweat pants I saw his semi hard cock.
It went almost down to his knee and it was easy to tell that he was at least 10 inches long.
Mom welcomed him in and we got on both sides of him and felt up and down his body as he caressed our asses and felt us all over.
I could feel his finger gliding up and down my ass then press to my hole as it slide with the thong into my ass with ease after using the big dildo on my ass.
Then I looked over and saw him put a couple fingers in my moms pussy and rub her clit through her thong, needless to say he was trying to get us horny and ready for a good fucking.
He looked at my mom and gave her a kiss on her neck then he turned and looked at me then back at her.
You two seem to be ready, I can slip my fingers deep in this sluts hole and your pussy is dripping wet.
He said with a smile as he smacked my ass and put 2 fingers in mom s pussy.
My names Lemar, what are your names sluts? He smiled and squeezing my ass tight.
I m Missy and I am a dirty little whore.
This is my mom but you can call her a tight little fuck.
I giggled after I said that then continued.
Will you fuck us with your big black cock? I asked as I felt along his length and mom rubbed his big cock head.
I m going to ruin all of your holes.
Both of you! Lemar smiled and smacked our asses before demanding we lead him to our bedroom.
We pulled his cock from out of his pants and revealed his now completely hard monster cock.
It was now 12 inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle.
I felt my whole body quiver at the site of such a big cock.
I grabbed onto his shaft and stroked him a little and mom rubbed his head as we took hold and lead him like a dog on a big meaty leash upstairs.
At first I thought we would go to mom s room but instead we went into mine.
I didn t mind but it was a nice surprise.
Mom and I got onto the bed, I was on my knees and wiggled my ass toward Lemar and mom laid on her back with her legs spread wide open in the air and rubbing her pussy a little.
As I looked back at Lemar, I saw him smile and stroke his cock before he spoke.
I have an idea, there is nothing sexier then a couple hot little sluts stacked on top of each other while they are being fucked.
He said with a grin.
Lemar picked me up with ease and then set me down on top of mom.
Now I was still in the doggy position with my legs spread wide open but now my thighs were holding open moms legs and my cock was rubbing on her stomach.
As I squirmed and drooled precum on mom s body I could feel her pussy get hot and Lemars cock running up and down my ass and mom s pussy which made me so horny I couldn t sit still and rubbed my fake tits against mom s soft real ones.
I could tell she was enjoying it to because when her pussy was rubbed she moved and her nipples rubbed hard against mine and she moaned even louder.
Suddenly mom gave out a very loud moan and I could feel Lemar press up against my ass.
I looked down between my legs and saw Lemar s cock plunging deep into mom s pussy.
My jaw instantly dropped and I looked back at mom then turned around and looked at Lemar.
Then he stuck two fingers in my ass and glared at me in the eyes.
That s right slut, I don t go easy on the holes I fuck and I m gonna shove this entire cock into your ass until my balls slap your ass.
Lemar said as he pushed in another finger and rammed his cock into mom harder.
I looked down and mom again and she had her mouth wide open and her eyes were rolling back into her head.
Mom was definitely in for a great fucking as I am sure I was as well.
Lemar continued finger fucking me and fucking mom for 15 minutes with all of us moaning, screaming and begging for more until mom gave a loud yell and flooded my bed with her pussy juice.
By now her body was covered in sweat and she laid back in exhaustion.
Before I could take in what had just happened, I felt something get inserted into me followed by a flooding feeling of warm liquid.
I knew immediately it was lube and it looked like Lemar was going to make sure he could slip all twelve inches into my ass.
Then he pulled out what he was using to put lube into my ass, I felt my insides tingle as the wet slippery lube made its way all around my insides.
Then I felt Lemar put a finger to my ass.
At this point I was begging yet still felt a little nervous about having his cock inside me.
His finger danced around my opening and I could feel him rub my ass with his other hand.
Just the touch sent my body into shivers and I started to back up into his finger and moaning as I asked for more.
Without saying a word he grinned and placed his cock between my cheeks lengthwise and let it rest as he squeezed my ass cheeks together to grip his cock.
I could feel the lube start to rub out of my ass like mom s pussy dripping juices like it was before.
I spread my cheeks wide and some drooled out a little and I looked back at him and begged for his big black cock.
Please baby I want to feel that big monster dick inside my little boy pussy.
I said moaning in lust.
He started to rub his cock head around the opening of my ass and I almost came from just that little tease.
Then the pressure increased as his cock head was pushed harder and harder until the head popped into my ass.
The pain shot through my body and I told him to wait for a second before continuing so I could get used to his width.
Then mom got into the action as well and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as she pulled me in close.
She gave my ass a couple smacks then told Lemar to pound me like a dirty little tranny whore.
Lemar didn t say a word as he thrust his cock into me, he must have gotten half way into me before he stopped.
I screamed as his massive girth ripped through me and stole my breath.
I could feel his cock pulse inside me as my ass squeezed tight then struggled to relax and just as I felt I had relaxed my ass somewhat, Lemar shot the rest of his girth inside me.
At that moment I had never been so happy that I used such a big dildo and the sybian before getting fucked by my very first big black cock.
Once I could breathe again it was impossible for me to be quiet.
Lemar began to twist his cock inside of me and grind with his cock balls deep inside getting to places I never thought a cock would reach.
I started to combine my breathing and my moans into a wheezy noise as my legs shook more and more and my clitty cock dripping and squirting precum and regular cum uncontrollably with every movement he made.
I could feel mom rubbing against my body as my cum coated her stomach and even up to the bottom part of her tits as it did on me as well.
Once Lemar got a good rhythm going, he started to go in and out of me by a steady pace.
This lasted for 20 minutes before Lemar announced that he needed to cum soon.
By that time, mom and I had become incredibly sweaty and our fronts coated with a thin layer of my cum.
Our big cock stud pulled his massive meat stick out of my ass then stroked as he demanded we got on our knees and sucked his cock to orgasm.
We got down on our knees right in front of him and started to suck and play with his cock and balls, taking turns as one of us sucked on his big cock and deep throated as much as we could while the other sucked on his balls taking one at a time then both as we swirled our tongues over every inch of his dark manhood.
It wasn t long before Lemar was finally at his limit and he needed to cum.
He pulled away from us and mom and I got in close as he stroked his cock.
Finally he came shooting long, hot and thick ropes of cum over and over again getting it all over our faces and hair and some even dripped down onto moms chest and my clitty cock.
When Lemar shot his last load of cum me and mom each gave his cock a few licks to make sure he was clean before falling over onto the floor and going to sleep.
When we woke up a couple hours later, Lemar was gone and he left an envelope on the table.
Mom and I opened it to find two thousand dollars with a note inside it.
We took the money then picked up the letter to see what it said.
To the hot little sluts I reamed out.
It was fun fucking your tight little holes but I couldn t stick around.
I left a bit of cash and wrote down the number to your phone, maybe we can have some more fun sometime.
Who knows, maybe next time I ll bring a few friends next time.
From Lemar.
Mom and I smiled and said nothing as we put the money and letter in a safe place and made our ways up to our rooms.
Both of us had a tough time walking and I knew it was going to be like that for a few days but I did not regret it as I tasted more of the drying cum on my face.
Just as I was about to go into my room mom stopped me.
Your bed is still wet from my turn, why don t you sleep with me in my room tonight? That way we can clean each other up like a couple of kitty cats.
She said with a giggle.
I smiled at her and gave a little purr and said to her Meow To be continued.
Me and Mom
Mom took a step and a half toward me, clicking her stiletto heels on the tiles as she approached.
She brought her face close to mine and gave me a warm kiss on the cheek.
“You’re a good son, Tommy.” I could tell she was riding a psychic high from the excitement of the theater and probably knowing in her own mind how sexy she looked tonight.
I put my empty arm around her waist.
We were face to face, inches apart.
Her scarlet lips closed then parted slightly and I kissed her.
Simultaneously, we both put our wine glasses on the countertop with twin clinks and pressed into each other, turning the exploratory kiss into something deeper.
When our mouths opened to accept each other’s tongues, we held each other tight and I let my right hand cup the soft roundness of her ass through the tight dress material.
Mom made a soft whimpering noise as we escalated the kiss to something between romance and lust.
Mom pulled back a little and broke the kiss.
She turned her head down and away from me.
“Don’t, Tommy.” she said softly.
And now I felt like a character in a million movies when I lightly touched the tip of her chin, bringing her face back to mine and kissed her again.
I could feel whatever resistance she harbored fly out of her mind and body when we began our second hot kissing embrace, this time with our hands on each other’s bodies and our mouths on fire, letting it scorch us on a no-return journey to a different form of love.
But Mom broke the kiss again and looked away.
“It’s not right, it’s not right.” she said in a small voice.
But I could sense this was just the lingering hold of conventionality over her thoughts.
I took her body strong in my arms.
I didn’t kiss her again.
That was too easy.
I got her to look me straight in the eye again as I held her firmly.
Our eyes were locked.
I felt Mom’s arms move on my back as I stared at her.
I felt her relax in my arms.
I saw two small tears well in the corner of her eyes.
She fell toward me so I was supporting her.
I kissed her neck softly.
She gripped me a little stronger.
“Tommy.” she whispered as she went weak in my arms.
“We shouldn’t.” she said into my shoulder as I held her.
I continued to kiss her neck, letting my tongue run on the soft skin below her ear.
I could feel her responding again as I kissed her neck.
When I once again put my hands over her ass and gently rubbed the soft globes under the dress, she responded a little more.
She reached up to kiss my neck in the same way, licking me and audibly cooing as we toyed with each other.
“Let’s go upstairs.” she suddenly said in a resilient voice.
She broke away from my hands and grabbed her changing bag.
I held myself silent as I took her hand and walked us to the stairs, my heart pounding in my ears as I processed what was unfolding and what it meant.
At the top of the landing, she coughed a small laugh and said, “Let me freshen up, baby.” I went to her bedroom and got undressed and slipped into Mom’s bed with just the bedsheet covering me.
My mind was racing and taking the last measure of what we were about to embark upon.
I tried not to let the images of Mom from my c***dhood or adolescence cloud my desire.
I concentrated on Mom the way I knew her tonight and only tonight.
I fought the urge to touch my manhood, afraid of losing everything before she returned.
It seemed an eternity: the sound of running water in the bathroom, the indefinte sound traces of her preparations, the silent dread she might decide not to go through with our encounter.
Then suddenly, she was in the bedroom doorway.
Mom climbed on the bed knees first and began slinking toward me.
She looked at me with a mischievous smile.
“Yeah, let’s do this.” she said in her straight-on Mom’s voice.
“That’s my girl.” I said in my own voice as I grabbed her forward-leaning arms and pulled her onto me..
The sexy dress Mom had worn during the play was not low-cut so I had hardly noticed Mom’s bustline before.
But now, in the bustier, her breasts were cupped into two nice mounds of creamy flesh.
I cupped them and let my hands take in the sensation of their mass and softness.
She slinked forward a little more so that her pushed-together breasts were right in front of my face.
I pushed my face into her softness and breathed in the soft perfume scent from her cleavage.
I stretched my arms down her sides so I could hold her hips while I let her bosom cover my face.
The feel of her fishnet tights stretched across her hips and derriere was sending lightning bolts through my head and body.
I let one of my hands slide down the center of her ass to touch her pussy, covered in a layer of fishnet and sheer panty.
When I rubbed that spot, Mom sighed and whispered, “Ohhhhhhhhh, that’s nice.” I rolled her on her side and kissed her mouth but never removed my hand from her pussy.
Mom’s kisses were now even more fervent and I could feel her really pressing her body and her face into me as we soul-kissed while I handled her pussy through the fishnet material.
She broke the kiss and shook the platinum bangs away from her eyes, looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me even harder than before.
And now I could feel her rotating her hips so that her pussy was moving in my hand as much as my hand was moving on her pussy.
Mom shivered and went still for a moment.
“Mmmmm, don’t stop, honey.” she moaned.
I pulled down the bustier to expose Mom’s lovely breasts and buried my face in them again.
Mom had perfectly round light brown areolae and stiff nipples that invited me to lick and suck while she offered them to me, all while I continued to handle her pussy.
It was all I could do to keep my cock separated from her beneath the bedsheet so friction wouldn’t f***e me into an untimely orgasm.
My senses were goading me to come while my head fought to maintain control.
Mom sat up unexpectedly, wrapped her arms behind her torso and unclasped the hooks holding the bustier around her body.
She tossed the useless bustier to the floor.
Now she was topless and exposed to me.
Her breasts were even bigger exposed in full than they appeared in the push-up bustier top.
Their heft had dropped a few inches but the mass of naked bosom was even larger and more exciting now that they were free.
Where had I been when she had grown this busty?, I wondered.
I always knew Mom was attractive but I had never noticed her as a lover would before tonight.
All those years living at home, and visiting from college, trying to bed girls and women my own age whom I thought had nice racks…and this was right in front of me all the time.
Mom was frantically grabbing at the bedsheet that covered me to toss it aside and expose me.
I playfully held the sheet to thwart her attempt to uncover me.
We laughed as we tussled with the sheet.
Mom’s boobs swung freely and her soft tummy made a graceful arc over the top of the waistband of her fishnet tights as we wrestled around.
She threw up her arms and laughed heartily as she yelled at me, “Tommy, come on! Don’t fight me, sweetheart.” I acquiesced and let the sheet pull away from me when she tugged it one more time in a squeal of triumph.
After the sheet fluttered to the floor, she looked down at me.
“Oh, sweetie, is that for me?” she said in a dead serious voice, looking at my engorged cock pointed towards my navel.
She dipped down and kissed me again on the lips and now I could feel my cock make contact with her warm torso as we kissed.
I once again had to concentrate so that I didn’t explode in a wasteful mess while she lowered her body onto my naked flesh.
When she got her hand between our bodies and encircled my cock, I was sure it was all over for me but she just gripped me without stroking me and it seemed to calm my nerves past the critical point.
She rolled off to my side and moved down the length of me so that her face was only several inches from my cock.
I watched her as she pointed it slightly toward her and gracefully took me in her mouth.
I groaned from the physical pleasure of her warm mouth and the visual turn-on of watching her carefully suck my cock.
Somehow, I was able to keep myself together and not blast my load prematurely as Mom sucked my cock.
My subconscious seemed to be telling me that much more was yet to come before this night was over and my body relaxed to enjoy the ride, even when Mom went deep on me and came up to catch her breath with a sighing groan before going back down on me.
When she brought her lips up my length and released my cock, she looked up at me between the wild strands of the platinum Monroe wig.
Her eyes held a question behind them.
I nodded imperceptibly and gave my own silent answer.
I rolled on top of her and contemplated how to proceed.
I was torn emotionally by Mom’s fishnets because I loved the feel of the texture on her thighs and pussy yet I knew that they presented a barrier to the ultimate prize of her.
I raised one of her legs and slipped off the stiletto pump, repeating the exercise with her other leg, this time kissing the top of her fishnet-covered ankle.
Then I began to pull the fishnets carefully off her waist and thighs but she reached down and quickly rolled them off her legs, pushing them to the floor with one bare foot.
Now she reclined, head on pillow, wearing only the sheer black panties.
My eyes were drawn to the triangle of the tiny sheer panties.
Under the gossamer black material I saw her wispy pubic hair.
A few inches lower, I could see the soft lips of her pussy pressed against the sheer panties.
The sheer material was darker and damp in the crevice of her pussy.
I lowered my face to the panty and laid my cheek atop her pubic area.
I laid a hand on one of her thighs, slowly bringing it back to the same place where I had been rubbing her pussy since we fell onto the bed together.
Mom breathed heavily and moaned when I made contact with her pussy again.
She parted her thighs ever so slightly and I put my face right on top of the panty where it covered her labia.
I took a deep breath and could smell Mom’s sex.
The musky scent went right to my head and I felt my cock throb as it dangled somewhere between our bodies.
Mom, I wanna…” I whispered as I gently tugged the panty down to expose her.
Mom raised her hips from the bed and let me take the delicate panty down her legs, raising them so I could easily pull them over her pointed toes.
I flicked the sheer panty aside and stared straight down at her pussy situated below her soft tummy and between her snow white thighs.
I gently pushed her legs apart and lowered my face to that magnificent triangle.
She rolled back ever so slightly so that my face was aimed straight at her glistening pussy.
I lowered my face to her and began to lick the undulating curves of her vaginal lips and breathe in her scent.
My mind was reeling at the physical sensation of eating a gorgeous pussy and the even deeper psychic turn-on knowing this was my own mother whose pussy I was tasting for the first time in our twenty-three years of familial bond.
I tongue-searched for her clitoris and upon finding it, centered my attention to it.
Mom responded with a small thrashing around on the bed and some sibilant noises escaping her open mouth.
She seemed to be into my oral efforts but when I looked up at her, despite my earnest licking on her secret spot, she appeared to my eyes more like a woman who wanted to be fucked than orally pleasured.
When I got up on all fours and left her pussy, Mom seemed to come alive from a waking dream, aware of what we were about to do.
She raised and spread her legs to encompass my biceps.
I advanced forward, my hand guiding my cock to her center.
Our eyes met at the moment when I made contact with her.
“Tommy, yes.” she breathed between her lips.
With the slightest movement forward, I seemed to slide into Mom effortlessly until she had received all I had to offer.
I groaned in an embarrassingly loud way while drawing out the word “fuck!” and Mom made an inverted whistling noise as I buried myself deep into her moistness.
Mom’s head turned sideways on the pillow when I had reached the zenith of my penetration.
I saw the thick vein in her neck and lowered my head to kiss her there while I withdrew and plunged again into her sweet center.
From there it was pure lust as I fucked my mother and she responded with her own movements and sounds.
I buried my cock in her and withdrew, buried and withdrew, buried and withdrew…as we lost ourselves in the lovemaking.
“Tommy,” she said “I needed this so bad tonight.” I knew exactly what she meant.
She pulled off her platinum wig and dropped it off the side of the bed.
She reached her bare arms up and tousled her natural auburn hair with both hands while I continued pumping into her.
Whatever pretense there had been with her stage play character was gone now.
If Mom looked beautiful and sexy earlier with the wig, her tight dress, and her lingerie, she was even more beautiful to me now.
I let my eyes roam from her sexily disheveled auburn hair, to her dreamy, heavy-lidded eyes, the invitingly scarlet lips, and finally lower to her heavy breasts and hard nipples.
She smiled up at me and held my torso and pulled me into her.
I kissed her and kept fucking with all my strength and, yes, the love I had for her.
When Mom reached a hand up to touch my cheek and smile at me in the middle of a deep plunge, I lost it and began throbbing my orgasm into her while we looked into each others’ eyes.
I finally collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms across my back.
Mom seemed to relax her body with me still inside her and exhaled a laugh and cry at the same time.
For the second time tonight I saw small tears at the corner of her eyes.
For a moment, I was afraid they were tears of regret…but I was mistaken.
Caring Doctor
Caring Doctor Gay GP showed me the way to man-on-man fun.
That morning I woke up to a weird sensation.
My penis felt bigger, but it didn t turn out like the dream-come-true many guys hope for; on the contrary, I sensed that my limp dick was unable to extend and get hard.
Pushing the covers aside, I pulled down my pyjamas to take a look and saw that my cock definitely had an unusual shape: the foreskin had swollen, covering the head with an awful amount of skin.
I m uncut, so having the head covered was not strange, but it had never looked like this.
At 35, and not lacking an occasional fuck from time to time, I still loved to jerk my cock , trying not to cum to prolong the pleasure and make it last for hours, but that is normally known to cause swollen balls and an engorged dick, not puffy foreskin.
Worried that my hands might have inadvertently come into contact with something noxious from last nights play, I dashed to the bathroom and began carefully washing my dick and the rest of the area, using warm water and soap, and left for work hoping for the best.
When, several hours and countless checks later, I returned home with my penis in pretty much the same condition, I decided I needed to see my GP, Dr.
White.
I got an appointment for the next day, and started worrying about how to explain my case to him: you don t usually go around talking about your sexual practices to another person, especially when those habits involve masturbation.
Without reaching a solution, at the arranged time I went to the doctor s; a few minutes later I was in his office.
Good morning, doctor, I started; Welcome, Bob you can call me Dave, remember? I haven t see you in a long time, he said shaking my hand.
You re right; my last yearly check-up was almost 8 months ago, I said.
He was about my age, maybe a bit older, and taller than me, very well built.
A blond, curly mane topped his face, where two light green eyes sparkled, joined by a friendly smile to make the patient feel at ease.
A starched white coat covered his clothes, only his brown trousers visible over a pair of white clogs.
You re early, then, he commented.
What s wrong? he asked, sitting at his desk and gesturing me to a chair in front of it.
I strained to explain as best as I could the present condition of my penis, blushing for the intimate nature of the matter and refraining from giving any suggestion at what might have caused it, but he went straight to the point.
Let me see it, Bob, he said, standing and pulling on a pair of latex gloves; Come close to this lamp and lower your trousers and underpants, so I can have a look.
I did what he said, and he bent a little for a closer inspection.
Hum, the foreskin is swollen does it hurt? No, eh good; as he spoke, one gloved hand reached for my dick, probing on one side, then the other, and then pulled my foreskin back to expose the head.
In those brief moments, I found myself thinking that this was the very first time that another man s hand was touching my dick albeit for strictly medical purposes and didn t find the fact unpleasant at all but, given the present state of things, I had no physical reaction to it and it was over in a flash.
Your foreskin is just a little inflamed, he diagnosed, removing the gloves; nothing to be worried about.
You must keep it clean, and treat it with the cream I m going to prescribe; in ten days, it will be back to normal.
Relieved, also for not having had to reveal my self-pleasuring pastime, I pulled my boxers and trousers back up, and sat again, waiting for him to write the prescription.
Follow my instructions, he said handing me the sheet of paper, and everything will be OK.
I thanked him and we shook hands, when he added I need to check it in let s say two weeks; I ll have my secretary give you an appointment.
See you then, Bob.
I exited his office and went to the woman at the outer desk; she was already speaking to him on the intercom.
but it s a Saturday, doctor, and we don t work on Saturdays her tone worried and close to angry; well, you ll do it by yourself, ok, ok, and hung up.
Doctor White will see you on the 24th, at 10:30, she told me matter-of-factly.
I thanked her and left, wondering on my way home about Dave s opening his practice on a day when it would normally be closed;.
I attributed it to a particularly busy week, ignoring the fact that, if that was the case, his secretary would have had to work too.
In the following days, I followed Dr.
White s instructions of keeping my penis clean and applying the cream he had prescribed.
The effect was pretty quick and after only three days the swelling had gone, my foreskin had resumed its normal aspect and I had started to have erections again.
The therapy of spreading cream on my cock and rubbing it was turning into a very pleasant pastime of jacking sessions.
I felt good again and in my wanking fantasies, Dr.
White s gloved hands had a powerful hardening effect that first male touch on my dick was playing weird and exciting tricks on my mind and body.
On the day of the appointment, I buzzed at the doctor s office and the door was opened remotely; the waiting room was deserted, the secretary s desk unattended.
Exiting his room, Dr.
White greeted me with a warm smile and a hand shake.
Good morning, Bob, how re you doing? Something was different in him from last visit, but I couldn t pinpoint it.
Doing good, doctor .
ehm Dave; I think I have recovered perfectly, I answered as he turned and led me to his office.
I m the one who is supposed to give that assessment, he joked.
Entering the room, I gave a casual look around and was surprised to see some clothes on a chair in the corner: a shirt was hanging from the back of the chair and on the seat I could make out a folded pair of trousers and a T-shirt.
I felt a stirring sensation at my crotch.
As I turned to him, my eyes went from his neck, where no shirt was visible under the coat, to his naked legs, and back to his face, beaming with satisfaction at my realization of his attire.
The stirring continued.
Let me check your penis, Bob, he said, his eyes sparkling.
I unfastened the belt of my trousers, unzipped them and, in one motion, pushed them and the underpants down to my knees.
My dick was exposed, half-standing and looking healthy.
On a whim, following a gut instinct, I took off my shoes and socks, and slid out of my lowered clothes.
Sit on the gurney, Dave ordered as his smile broadened, and I took my place where he pointed.
He got closer and, without bothering to wear gloves, started checking my penis, letting its underside rest in the palm of his hand, his thumb on the upper side.
The reaction was immediate and it started getting hard in his hand.
Dave unsheathed it, the purple head appearing spongy and shining, as the shaft throbbed with the rhythm of my fast-beating heart.
He moved the foreskin back over the head, saying I agree, Bob; you do look better; then, he unsheathed my cock again.
It seems to work perfectly you re getting hard.
Yeah I replied, my voice broken by the increasing horniness; sorry about that.
Nothing to be sorry about, he said, keeping on moving his hand, and my foreskin, up and down; it s just a natural reaction I m hardening, too .
I looked at his crotch, where the white coat was raising like a tent, and he said Touch me, Bob, don t be shy .
I reached for the bulge and lightly touched it.
The feeling was amazingly hot as I rubbed Dave s cock through the cotton fabric of the coat; his breath started to get heavier.
Suddenly, he took his hand off my cock and started undoing the buttons on his coat.
As he moved down the buttons, I could see his naked chest, his naked abs and finally his cock.
He shed his coat and stood naked in front of me: for the first time I could see another real cock, and it was beautiful.
It had reached full hardness, and had a gentle bobbing motion, with the head still partly covered.
I reached out, wrapped my fingers around it, and pulled the foreskin completely down, stopping to fully feel this new sensation: the warmth, the texture, the throbbing I could feel combined with the fact that it was someone else s cock I was holding.
Dave moved closer, standing between my legs; as we stared in each other s eyes, he slowly unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing and pulled it off, leaving me completely naked.
He pushed his crotch forward, and I felt his cock touching mine; he moaned at the contact and I shifted my butt to the edge of the gurney.
We started rubbing and grinding our now hard cocks together, placing our hands on each other s hips.
The feeling was awesome, as we alternately watched our cocks grinding or gazed into each other s eyes.
After a few minutes, Dave laid me down on the gurney, and bent over me: his lips met my nipple and he kissed it; then, I felt his tongue playing with it for a moment and progress down my chest; his mouth was now on my navel, his tongue probing on it as his forehead touched the tip of my cock.
And then, the incredible happened: he wrapped his lips around my cock head as his tongue lapped at it; his warm, moist mouth felt so good It wasn t my first blowjob, but none of the previous ones had felt like this; clearly the thought that another man was performing it made me extremely sensitive.
Dave s mouth and lips continued working their magic on my hard prick, saliva wetting my shaft, making it more slippery and perceptive.
My back started to tingle and I had to fight the rising orgasm pushing him away from my swollen dick.
He stood, his pulsating member only inches from my face; I turned on my side and the smell of his sex, bitter and sweet at the same time, hit my nostrils, arousing me even more: I grabbed the hard shaft and brought it closer, reveling at the sight of its thickness, its shining head and the veins running on its foreskin; a mouth-watering droplet of precum was right over its one eye, and it drew my lips like a magnet.
The cock twitched as my lips touched it, and I felt its taste and its texture for the first time: amazingly salty, and soft at the touch, despite its hardness.
I let my tongue out, and caressed the dick s underside with it, getting it to jerk again in reaction.
Dave had started moaning when his cock had felt my lips, and now was grunting with pleasure; he pushed his pelvis forward to enter my mouth as I let him in, saliva coating both head and part of the shaft, then started slowly fucking my mouth.
I was engaged in swirling my tongue around its dick as it moved in my mouth, when I felt one hand grabbing my cock: Dave had leaned forward and reached for my hard-on, beginning to move my foreskin up over the purple head and down again I was ecstatic, being with another man had often been a fantasy and now it had become true! His hand left my cock to reach further down and knead my ball sac, which had already swollen, but I didn t want to cum yet, not like that.
I got back again sitting on the gurney with my ass right on the edge, and Dave returned between my legs We resumed rubbing our cocks with strength now, their wetness making it easier, their hardness making it blissful.
In a few moments our hands moved to each other s hips and started pulling and pushing, as rubbing turned to grinding; we were now covered in sweat, our naked bodies glistening in the sunlight entering from the window.
Then, our eyes locked again he leaned towards me and his mouth was on mine; our lips opened and our tongues touched sending a thrill down my spine to my dick and pushing me to the climax.
Feeling myself overwhelmed, I propped my forehead on Dave s shoulder and watched my cock as it started jolting up and down, a rope of white creamy cum spurting with each jolt and landing on Dave s cock and pubic hair.
This in turn seemed to trigger his orgasm, as his shaft started quickly to jerk and spurt over and over, covering my deflating dick and my crotch with strings of his cum, mixing it with mine as the rubbing turned to a slower, sensual cock caressing.
I raised my head to him, we smiled at each other as his hand reached my cheek, stroking it gently; we kissed again softly on the lips.
Now, he said with a grin on his face, I can say that you have fully recovered!