Getting to know the neighbors
Getting to know the neighbors The neighbor makes my wife his bitch.
(first story, all fantasy) A couple weeks after moving to a new city we were still getting to know our neighbors.
The back is wide open and we can easily see into the back yards of five other houses.
Since we moved in June we got to know them quickly because there was usually someone outside.
Jeremy and Shelley Brooks, who live directly behind us, are very outgoing.
My first impression of Jeremy was that he is a stereotypical alpha male.
He can often be seen riding his bike on the roads or off-road trails, but you never see him poking along slowly.
Professionally, he is a physio and spends most of his time working with athletes at the university.
He likes to mention details about the physical attributes of the women he helps.
He talks about things as if he knows everything, and no one challenges him when he says something a bit inappropriate.
Next door to us are the Jones family at number 9.
I say family, but it is usually just Anna.
Her husband Karl works away during the week and their daughter Sophie is attending an out of state university.
Anna is a gorgeous redhead and very easy to talk to.
We got to know her sooner than anyone else and shared meals with her often.
I thought we found an ideal location because the neighbors were mostly attractive.
My wife thought the guys were okay, but I sensed she felt more competition with the ladies than she would like.
Often in the evenings, I notice the lights are on in the Brooks’ conservatory and the blinds are still open.
It must be expected that people will watch just to see if anything happens.
One night Jeremy was watching something on television and Shelley was reading a book.
I was about to go to bed when the real shock came.
Another woman walked into the conservatory.
She was a tall thin blonde wearing a bustier and high heels and nothing else.
At least, that’s what I thought until she put a drink down next to Shelley.
As she bent over, a long black tail appeared from between her legs.
The conclusion I came to was that it was some kind of butt plug with a fake tail attached.
She gave Jeremy a bottle of beer and they exchanged a few words.
The woman turned away from him and bent over.
Jeremy raised a hand and slapped her hard on the ass once on each butt cheek.
She appeared to do whatever he said which is how she found herself standing with her feet apart and knees partly bent to give Jeremy total access to her pussy.
For several minutes after that, Jeremy watched the TV and drank his beer while fingering the woman’s pussy with his other hand.
It was an incredible sight, so much so that I did not notice my wife standing beside me staring as well.
“That can’t be easy,” she made me jump.
“What?” “Standing like that for so long, in those heels.” She sounded impressed.
Debbie said we should get to bed.
After a little discussion she left me and my curiosity at the window to watch the show a bit longer.
The woman spent a long time on her knees with her face in Jeremy’s lap.
He used her as a footstool, putting his legs over her shoulders and resting them on her back.
Occasionally, her head bobbed, but she spent most of the time face down on him.
I wanted to see more, but when Jeremy got up all three of them left the room and the show was over for me.
My imagination kept me awake as I wondered what else was happening in that house.
A few days later I was talking to Anna next door.
I asked her if she ever noticed anything unusual at the Brooks’ house.
Without saying the words, she indicated that she knew things happened there.
Then she went on to say that he leaves the blinds open in the conservatory when he feels like putting on a show.
“Was it Saturday night you saw it, fairly late?” It was.
“Did you see it too?” “No,” Anna blushed.
She appeared to be unsure if she should say any more, so I asked what she knew.
“It was probably one of the athletes he met at the university.” I could hardly believe anyone would do that, and it must be a big risk for Jeremy to meet people through work.
A second time, I expressed my amazement at what women will let men do to them.
“Jeremy is very convincing,” Anna said.
“And he can be very good at pleasing women when he wants to be.” I did not really know how to respond to that, so I let it go.
Anna asked me bluntly if I found her attractive.
She was in her thirties and looked great.
I had to say said yes.
Then she said, “Sometimes I spend a night there.
I could ask him to use the conservatory if you like.” I was not quite sure if I understood correctly and asked her to spell it out.
“I am one of Jeremy’s bitches, like the girl you saw the other night.” It was a little too much to handle, but my dick was thrilled by the idea.
I had to adjust myself, which Anna took to be an indication of my interest.
She smiled and said she would ask to use the conservatory when she visited him the next night.
I asked what her husband thought about it.
Apparently, Karl was happy with the situation.
Since he spent most of the week away on business he was glad for her to get some action in his absence.
There was no show on the following night.
The conservatory was dark every time I checked.
The day after I made a point of speaking to Anna to ask what happened.
Jeremy told her he liked the look of my wife and he has decided not to put on a display for me until he had a chance to get to know my wife.
I had spoken to him a couple times, but Debbie had not met him yet.
“Oh, I will try to introduce him to her soon.” “Jeremy doesn’t want an introduction.
Debbie is his next conquest.” I laughed.
“He thinks he can seduce my wife?” “Seduce?” She looked completely serious when she said, “No, he intends to add Debbie to his collection of bitches.” My jaw dropped.
He had some balls, but Debbie would never put up with an attitude like that.
“Tell him good luck then.” We occasionally have sex with other people, but it seemed a strange way to start something like that.
Anna offered to speak to Debbie about it.
I told her that Debbie would never put up with a man who behaved like that.
When Anna replied by saying she used to feel the same way, I began to wonder what magical powers Jeremy had.
That evening Anna came over to talk to Debbie about Jeremy.
After an hour long discussion Debbie was a bit excited about the idea.
She was intrigued that he was so keen to ‘collect’ her before they have even met.
To her it was a game, a challenge.
Anna pulled out her phone and made a call.
After a brief greeting she said, “I’m at Debbie’s place.
She is interested in getting to know you.
Would you like to speak to her?” “Okay, here she is,” she held her phone out to Debbie.
Debbie was not expecting an immediate introduction and shied away from the phone.
Anna told her not to worry and just to speak to him.
Eventually, Debbie accepted the phone.
Tentatively, she said, “Hello?” “Thanks,” she blushed a bit.
“Okay.” She got up and walked to the sliding doors that lead to the back yard.
Anna and I followed her.
She waved.
We could see Jeremy in his house waving back.
Debbie just listened for a while, nodding and giving one word answers.
“Uhmmm…” she turned to look at me and grinned, “okay.” Putting the phone down on the dining table she pulled her shirt over her head and started to unhook her bra.
“Sorry, Anna.” “Don’t mind me.” Anna was perfectly comfortable with my wife being topless.
It amused me that Debbie was not concerned about me, knowing how I liked to see her behave like a slut.
With the phone back in her hand, Debbie turned to face the door again.
“How’s this?” A few seconds later Debbie laughed, “Seriously?” Then she jumped up and down a few times with her arms held out.
Watching my wife entertain a man across the yard was exciting.
When she asked me to come and hold her I was happy to oblige.
I stood behind her with my cock nestled between her butt cheeks so she would know I was aroused.
“Grab my tits,” she said.
Who am I to refuse? I played with my wife’s tits while Jeremy talked to her on the phone.
Eventually, she turns to me and asks, “Do you mind if I go see Jeremy tomorrow night?” “Just you?” Was she serious? She appeared to be waiting for an answer.
So I said, “Whatever you want is fine.” “Yes,” she told him.
“Eight o’clock.
Okay.
See you then.” She hung up and gave the phone back to Anna.
“He promised me an ‘intense orgasm’.” Clearly that appealed to her.
I was skeptical.
The next night I watched my wife get ready.
She was supposed to wear something sexy.
She chose a tight black miniskirt with a bright blue silk blouse which she left unbuttoned far enough to see her black lace bra.
The matching thong was not as easy to see.
A pair of blue heels finished the ensemble.
All that remained was the overdone make-up he requested.
When she was ready, she looked so desperate to impress that she could pass for a hooker.
It took some restraint not to fuck her right then.
Instead, we got into the car.
It was all a bit strange, but everything had to be just right for Jeremy.
It took all of thirty seconds to drive around the block to Jeremy’s where I parked and walked to the door with my wife.
It was the first time Debbie had met Jeremy in person.
He greeted us and welcomed her inside.
Shaking my hand he said, “I will fuck her well,” and closed the door.
I heard two deadbolts slide across as I walked away and started to worry about what we got her into.
I drove back home.
It seemed silly to leave my car in front of someone else’s house.
I went straight to the window to watch whatever I could see in Jeremy’s house.
Nothing happened.
Well, nothing that I could see.
The lights were never turned on in the conservatory and the lit rooms had the shades drawn.
My mind flipped between extremes.
One minute I had a raging erection and desperately wanted to fuck Debbie and then I was nearly sweating with anxiety that we had done something really stupid.
Eventually, I dozed off.
Ringing woke me.
I answered the phone.
“Can you come get me?” It was Debbie.
“Of course, be right there.” I got up and went to the car.
The clock in the car said 2:07am! More than six hours she spent with Jeremy.
As I approached the door it opened.
They both stood inside.
“Jeremy wants you to kiss me before I go.” “Okay,” it was an odd request, but she is my wife.
By the time I reached the door I could see her more clearly.
Debbie looked awful.
Her make-up had run in streaks going all directions, not just down her face.
Was that cum caked on her face? Well, I did leave her here to get fucked, after all, so it was not that surprising that cum was involved.
I leaned toward her and kissed her lips.
Yes, it was cum on her face.
The smell was strong and her lips tasted of it.
Jeremy said, “Goodnight.” My wife thanked him, which seemed a bit unnecessary.
Wasn’t she the one doing him a favor? She asked, “Are you mad?” as we got in the car.
“No, just concerned.” “Good, because I have agreed to be his bitch.” Debbie was very tired and wanted to go straight to bed.
She did not even wash or brush her teeth.
The smell of cum, not my own, distracted me as I tried to get to sleep.
The next day I inquired about what “being his bitch” meant.
She was not sure exactly, but thought it was just to do what he wants when she is with him.
“Great,” my sarcasm was noted.
I asked more question, but my wife was evasive.
She happily told me how great he made her feel and the intense orgasms she had (yes plural, not a common occurrence for her).
She went to see him the next Wednesday and the Monday after that.
Every time, she came home tired but satisfied.
It was a Wednesday morning.
I had been refused any morning playtime within seconds of groping my wife’s tits.
I was soon up and dressed for work.
I had just poured a bowl of cereal when I saw Jeremy walking across the lawn.
He knocked on the back door.
I opened it and let him inside, “Hi, Jeremy.” “Beautiful morning,” he said back.
“Is the bitch around?” He has some nerve talking about my wife that way.
But, she seemed to be okay with it.
She had just finished her shower and should be dressed so I shouted up to her that Jeremy was there and wanted to speak to her.
“Okay,” she came skipping into the room, more lively than she had been upstairs.
She greeted Jeremy with a friendly smile.
“What brings you here at this time of day?” “Shelley is not feeling well today.” “Oh, sorry to hear that.” Debbie looked across the yard as if she could see Shelley.
“Is there anything we can do?” “Yes, there is.” Jeremy glanced at me before turning back to Debbie.
“I just came over to fuck your face.” I laughed, expecting a slap that didn’t come.
“Oh…
I see.” Clearly Debbie did not know what to say.
She looked at me with a slight panic.
“Right here will do.” Jeremy grabbed her by the head with both hands and pushed her to her knees.
The tone of her voice as she simply said, “Okay,” sounded far too relaxed.
My heart was racing.
I had to step in.
“You can’t treat my wife…” “Stop!” It was Debbie who spoke very confidently now.
“It’s fine.” I stepped back slowly and watched my wife unbuckle his belt.
She was actually going to give him a blowjob after turning me down for morning sex.
She unzipped his jeans and then pull them down, followed by his boxers.
His dick bounced out.
It was thick and a couple inches longer than mine.
I figured he had nine inches, which was a relief considering the baseball bat I imagined , given the feedback from my wife after fucking him.
Jeremy turned Debbie around and backed her up against the end of the kitchen counter.
“No hands,” he told her.
Debbie put her hands against the cabinet wall behind her.
Dipping her head, she scooped the end of his penis between her lips and straightened up.
As he stepped closer, most of his still soft cock entered her mouth.
“Oh yeah, just like that.” To me he said, “She really does wonderful things with her tongue.” I could imagine exactly what Debbie was doing with her tongue as I loved every time she gave me head.
Although I agreed completely with his statement, I did not want to respond to him.
It had been quite a while since I watched Debbie give a blowjob to someone else.
As I watched his dick getting harder my own cock was doing the same in my pants.
He looked fully erect when he started moving back and forth.
Jeremy still had his fingers tangled in my wife’s hair, holding her still against the end of the counter.
Watching Jeremy move faster got me more aroused and I had to adjust myself.
Jeremy noticed and grinned.
Soon after, Debbie coughed.
A couple more pumps and she coughed again.
Jeremy appeared to be doing it deliberately.
He leaned back to get a better look at my wife’s face as he eased his pelvis forward.
“This is a good look for you.” He must have liked what he saw because he held still for quite a while.
Oblivious, I pondered the reddening of her face until I finally realized that she could not breathe.
She put her hands on his thighs to push him away.
I was going to have to intervene.
“I said no hands.” To my amazement she moved her hands away again.
She could not keep them still, but she stopped trying to push him away.
I watched in awe of my wife.
One swift move and Jeremy had pulled out completely and let her go.
Debbie coughed up a lot of saliva that pooled on the floor in front of her.
She was wheezing trying to get her breath back.
“Great little cocksucker, this one.
Just can’t get enough.” With that he pulled her back into position by her hair.
Debbie held her mouth open wide.
Jeremy was not in position yet.
“See,” he looked at me, “she wants it.” Then to her he asked, “Don’t you, bitch?” A raspy, “Yes,” came out.
Jeremy put his dick back in her mouth.
This time he started fast, plunging as deep as he could each time.
Debbie was coughing and spluttering almost constantly.
My normally fragile wife was taking a beating in her face as he tried to shove his cock clear down her throat.
I started to think she would have bruises on her face.
“That’s enough,” I said getting up again.
Jeremy stepped back.
Debbie was breathing heavily now.
“What do you say, bitch? Are you done sucking my dick?” With a mouthful of hard cock Debbie could not speak.
Instead, she put her hand out, giving me the sign to stop.
Once more I sat down.
Our neighbor resumed the oral assault on my wife.
It was the most surreal experience of my life.
He arrived uninvited at a time when decent people leave their neighbors in peace.
Now he stood in my kitchen banging away at my wife’s mouth like it was a pussy.
It seemed so wrong, yet my hand was tightly gripping my own erection.
Debbie could be fierce at times.
This morning she surrendered herself completely to his lustful desires.
He was no longer holding her head, letting her prop herself up with her hands on the floor and keeping her head firmly in place.
Most of the time she kept her eyes closed, responding to everything he said.
Opening her mouth wide made all her gagging noises much louder.
It was easier on me when he told her to squeeze her lips tight.
The sound of sloppy oral sex was turning me on, even though it did involve my wife and not me.
Part of me was disappointed to hear Jeremy grunting like he was about to cum.
He slowed his pace, but kept pushing to the limit of Debbie’s tolerance.
Pulling out, Jeremy stroked himself in front of Debbie.
“Eyes on me,” he told her.
My wife did exactly as she was told, still on the floor but with her head tilted up and keeping eye contact with him.
“Open,” she knew he meant her mouth.
Waiting, he still had some way to go despite all his grunts.
Jeremy sounded agitated that he had not cum yet.
Still, he kept his dick in his hand rather than her mouth.
“Aah,” he shouted his frustration as he slapped his dick across Debbie’s cheek.
Only once did I try slapping her face with my own dick.
It stopped our fun immediately and I got nothing for the next two days as punishment.
It fit the situation, but bewildered me to see my wife silently waiting with her mouth wide open as the dick slapping continued.
I wondered if it hurt, and preferred when he slammed it down on her chin, thinking it would not be painful there.
Never once did she look at me, always keeping her eyes on him as she was instructed.
Finally, he was there.
Extra loud grunting preceded the sprays of cum.
Shot after shot missed her mouth, probably intentionally.
Bringing his cock to her lower lip, I saw several large blobs of cum drop into my wife’s mouth.
When he finished he asked her to suck the last drops from it.
I saw her swallow before putting her lips on the head of his cock and sucking it like a straw.
“Very good,” he pat her head like a dog.
“That’s all I need for now.
Be a good bitch today.” Jeremy pulled his jeans back up.
Debbie got up on her own.
She smiled at me sheepishly, “I guess I better get back in the shower.” She would definitely start rumors if she went to work with cum all over her face.
I just smiled back and let her go.
After she had gone upstairs I told Jeremy he should not treat my wife like that.
He replied by saying she is my wife, and I need to treat her with respect.
“To me, she is just a bitch to do my bidding.
She can say no any time she likes, but today she chose to do as I say.” Jeremy left.
My mind was still torn.
My body could relax now it was all over.
If it was so bad, why was my mind replaying the images in my head and why was my dick throbbing? Now I had to see what they do at his place.
Incest follows masturbation
Incest follows masturbation Brother and sister have sex I am Steve and was 18 years old, living with my parents at the time.
My sister Audrey is two years older than me and lived in a nearby town.
She came to stay for a few days having had permission from her boss to have the time off.
I was transferring to another employer and was at home until I took up my new job.
Both of our parents worked in an office in town.
Audrey arrived one evening and the next day, after breakfast, she told me she was going out for a walk.
Wearing my dressing gown I went into the bathroom to have a shower.
While there I masturbated a little but didn’t cum and feeling rather raunchy and knowing Audrey was out of the house I left my dressing gown in the bathroom and, stark naked, left to return to my bedroom to come face to face with her.
It was a shock, of course, when I realised she could see me and my erection.
There was nothing I could do about it.
“My word Steve” she said.
“You have quite an erection.
You must have been masturbating in the bathroom.
Don’t worry.
I don’t mind seeing you like that.
Do you want to go back to your bedroom or carry on masturbating.
I’d prefer it if you continued masturbating in the bathroom”.
“I would like to finish myself off now you know I’ve been doing it.
I’ll do it in the bathroom”.
“I’d like to come with you and watch you doing it.
I’ve never seen a man making himself cum.
It’s something I’d like to see.
May I? “I suppose so.
Come with me and and I’ll do it”.
When there Audrey said that seeing me naked had got her worked up and she’d like to be naked too.
In front of me she undressed completely.
She was the first naked woman I’d ever seen and my cock, which had become a little limp from the shock I’d had, began to stiffen up.
“I’d like to masturbate you Steve” Audrey said.
“May I ?” “You may.
When you do it will be the first time anyone has done it for me.
Not only that but you are the first naked woman I’ve ever seen and I want you to jerk me off”.
“Why don’t you do the same for me Steve? Like you, I’ve never had it done to me”.
Standing there we masturbated each other.
I very quickly ejaculated.
Audrey guided my cum into the toilet pan.
She was panting as she came.
When we had finished we both said how good it was and it was brother and sister doing it.
I said it was better when she did it to me than when I do it to myself.
Her response was that it was the same for her.
It was nice when she did it to herself but very much better when I did it to her.
Neither of us felt any guilt about what we had done.
I said to Audrey that I was so worked up when she was masturbating me that I wanted to have sex with her.
I added that I shouldn’t think like that because she was my sister.
“Why shouldn’t we? I’ve never had sex but why shouldn’t I have it with you? If we do it would be incest but who would know? We must make sure that mum and dad are not at home.
We could do it another time”.
The next day our parents had the day off and were at home and we couldn’t do it so it was the day after, when they were at work, we went to my bedroom and stripped naked.
Again I began to get an erection and Audrey helped by stroking it while I put fingers into her cunt.
When we were nearly ready she told me that previously she had had no protection in her pussy but the day before, when our parents were at home, she went to a chemist and bought some condoms.
She gave one which I put on my erection.
Then she lay on my bed and guided my cock into her cunt.
I thrust in and out until we both had orgasms.
She had three or four to my one.
When we separated she said it was her first sex and it was wonderful and we must do it again.
For the remaining few days of her visit that’s what we did.
Incest? Who cares? We don’t.
Sometimes it's less embarrassing with someone you don't know
Sometimes it’s less embarrassing with someone you don’t know For everyone who has ever thought about losing their first time to a stranger At his door stood, a life-size replica of the most exquisite porcelain doll, complete with alabaster skin, slender limbs and a childish curve to a figure that looked like it barely made it on time for puberty.
A porcelain doll with way too much eyeliner on.
He paused.
And not enough clothes, apparently.
Her cropped tee and denim shorts covered just enough to push a man s imagination into overdrive.
His eyes lingered on the gentle slope of her chest where (he assumed) her breasts must lie.
How old did you say you were again? I m 18.
She replied, almost defiantly.
Almost 18? Just 18.
He paused again.
She sighed, then retrieved her ID from her back pocket in a smooth, fluid motion.
Check it, I m legal.
He looked – true enough, she just turned 18 two days ago.
Look, it s hard to tell these days.
Girls, they uh…
Y know.
So, uh…
You wanna come in? What the fuck am I doing? Thought you d never ask.
She casually pushed past him and sauntered into his living room with the kind of insolent confidence that only a teenager could have.
He closed the door and took a deep breath.
Calm down, buddy.
She s just an 18-year-old virgin who s here to have sex, and you ve got a decade s worth of experience.
Relax, you re in charge here.
So, she started, breaking the silence of his thoughts, Are you gonna pop my cherry or what? He spun around, surprise plastered all over his face.
She was already on his sofa taking off her top.
I mean, that s why you responded to my ad, right? Off came the tee.
Down came the shorts.
Hmm, no bra.
That explains a lot.
Uh, wait a sec, this is all moving too fast – look, just, no, wait! Keep your panties on, jesus! She paused in mid-motion, manicured nails poised over the waistband of a tiny black thong, and raised her brow into a perfectly arched expression of are-you-fucking-kidding-me.
Are you chickening out? No, I just…
look, let s do this in the bedroom.
Way to go, champion.
Getting flustered by an 18-year-old virgin.
Her expressive face melted into a mixture of annoyance and incredulity.
What is this? A date? She looked up at the clock impatiently.
Look, I have half an hour left before I gotta run to catch the last train, so I just wanna get this shit over and done with, okay? He was not one to lose his temper, but anger (propelled by equal portions of embarrassment and indignation) flooded his veins.
Look, I thought you wanted something more special for your first time, but if you wanna do this like a one-nighter, fine by me.
He crossed the room in three quick strides, and grabbed both her wrists in one hand.
She was so tiny without her heels on that the top of her head barely touched his collar bones.
Let s get this shit over and done with then.
Before she could react, he pulled her wrists up high and pushed her back onto the sofa.
She let out a surprised yelp, and the first signs of her inexperience started to show.
What are you doing?! Let go of me! But the more she struggled, the more he began to feel a stir in his loins.
She was but a little nymph next to his strong, muscular frame, and the power he had over her turned him on.
Isn t this what you wanted? A quick and dirty deed? He growled, as he brushed his lips roughly against her perky breasts and bit down hard.
A high-pitched scream escaped from her lips and she kicked furiously against the heaviness of his body, but the movements only sought to excite him further.
Mm, I smell a fighter.
He smiled wickedly before swirling his tongue around her nipples, drawing out an unwilling erection.
Her screams softened into moans as he began to flick his tongue swiftly across her erect nipples, sending waves of foreign pleasure through her body.
Feeling the change in reaction, he let go of her wrists and let his hand drift toward her underwear, all the while licking and sucking on her breasts.
Pulling her thong down, he felt an immense moisture seep through the material, and realized that she was more than ready.
He pulled his pulsating cock out of his boxers, and traced around the opening of her vagina to lubricate himself before pushing all the way in.
The sudden entrance forced her eyes wide open as she lurched forward in shock, scream stuck in her throat.
Oh…
God, you re so tight…
He moaned, as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
Her world flashed white hot and her senses exploded in a confusion of pain and pleasure.
She has never felt such a strong sensation before, as if she was being torn apart while being filled to the brim at the same time.
It hurt, but there was a warm glow beneath the hurt which felt indescribably satisfying.
As she started to get used to the pain, the glow expanded from her loins, to her tummy, to her chest, and a loud moan escaped from her lips.
Is…
Is this what…
Sex…
Usually…
Feels like? She panted, in between gasps of air.
It feels good, doesn t it? He groaned, as he began to build up speed.
He could feel an orgasm coming.
I feel….
Something…
Her body was flooded with wild pleasure before she could finish, her mouth frozen in a silent oh as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Her vagina began to contract with wild spasms, which brought forward his orgasm, and as he pulled out he came, spurts of white spread across her torso like the milky way.
Tired, he collapsed, and they both lay there panting – her on the couch, him on the floor.
For a while there was nothing but the sound of bated breaths, before she gingerly sat up and asked for a piece of tissue.
I need to clean myself up.
She said meekly, all the confidence drained from her voice.
——- Thank you so much for reading.
This is my first time writing something so explicit, and I’m thinking of a continuation, but am a little stuck on what should happen next.
Should they go for Round 2? Should he be a gentleman and drive her home? Should she release the vixen in her and turn aggressive on him? Let me know your thoughts.
Heather Cums Hither
Heather Cums Hither More fantasy based on fact In my most recent “fantasy based on fact” story I told about how I had gone skinny-dipping in my swimming pool for the first time this season, why and how I had jacked off while in the pool, and how I had seen the lady next door, Heather, jilling herself while she was observing me.
A couple of days after that episode, I was vacuuming my pool.
Heather came into her back yard to train her new puppy to walk on a leash.
The pup saw me and ran over, yelping and jumping, to the chain link fence that separates our properties, dragging Heather along behind him.
I went over to the fence to pet her puppy, hoping he would settle down a bit.
I looked at Heather, but she averted my look.
Then I said, Good morning to her and she mumbled back something about it being a beautiful morning.
For a minute or so our conversation was very tentative.
Then I said, Heather, this morning isn t nearly as lovely as you were getting yourself off, the other day.
Heather blushed before looking into my eyes and saying, OMG! I m so embarrassed that you saw me doing that.
No need to be embarrassed, I replied.
We do what we need to do when we need to do it.
I enjoyed watching and hearing you, Heather.
It made my day.
She reached across the fence, took my hand, winked, and said, Seeing you made my day too.
I got so worked up I thought I would die if I didn t pleasure myself and have a wonderful orgasm.
I was just out sunbathing when I saw you jerking off and I knew immediately that I had to jill myself then and there No way I could wait until I went back in the house.
I asked her what was so exciting about seeing me.
She said that when I shot my ropes of cum and it floated on the surface of the water like icebergs that was all she could stand, without pleasuring her pussy.
They looked like they could have sunk the Titanic, she said.
What I saw you squirt looked like the Titanic could have floated safely in it, I replied.
By this time, Heather and I were comfortable talking about what took place, a couple of days earlier.
I asked her how often she masturbated.
She said that Tim was a great sex partner, but when he was away at work, or somewhere else, she got so hot at times that she just had to take things into her own hands, and that when she saw me jacking off, was one of those times.
She said she enjoyed sex, even if she had to enjoy it alone.
I looked straight into Heather s eyes, and said, As long as I m here you need not enjoy sex alone.
I won t fuck you because I respect both you and Tim too much to do that, but if you want to enjoy some mutual masturbation sessions with me, I m here for you anytime you need me.
She reached across the fence with one hand, pulled my head toward hers, kissed me squarely on my lips, and said, “I know now…
And I may be asking you to help me soon And often.
Where s Tim now? I asked.
He s down on the property he hunts deer on, planting food plots for the deer, she responded.
Heather, how long do you think he will be down there? Until it s too dark to work, I suspect.
Are you horny now? Hell yes!! Are you? You re damned tootin I am, Heather.
Maybe we should do something to have release from our horniness, she eagerly responded.
What would you suggest? I asked hoarsely.
Well, we could masturbate singly, or we could masturbate together perhaps pleasure one another.
What do you think? My place or yours? I asked.
I d like to come skinny-dippin with you in your pool and we could do whatever we want to do to pleasure ourselves or pleasure one another.
If you re agreeable to that? Heather said, as she stuck her head across the fence, kissed me more passionately than before, plunging her tongue between my lips and dancing it on my tongue.
I reached across the fence and grasped one of her breasts gently, tweaked its rigid throbbing nipple, and said, Come one over, Hon and cum with me.
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His Fall From Grace
His Fall From Grace Serendipity and cupid play John for the fool.
A chance encounter can change your life forever! Strolling around Harrods on a Saturday John milled about with the multitudinous and variously garbed tourists from Russia, China, the Gulf and miscellaneous credit card laden shoppers from virtually every country in the world.
Wandering between the aisles most people can t help being impressed by the copious amounts of completely unnecessary and excessively expensive shit piled high the excrement of a consumer society .
As John moved from floor to floor in the garishly decorated store he just wandered aimlessly with no intention of purchasing anything.
The phrase killing time would be apropos.
John already owned several limited edition platinum mechanical watches.
These could be elegantly paired with his collection of finely hand crafted Hermes leather jackets or one of several tailor made Brioni suits from Penne, Italy: if he had learned nothing else in life John had certainly learned that possessions, no matter how exclusive would not bring happiness.
John was in London for a few weeks trying to close a big deal and really had nothing better to do.
Later he would head to the National Gallery and the Portrait Gallery, but for now he was just wandering killing time so to speak.
As John turned a corner in the huge labyrinthine store he found himself entering the ladies fragrance section.
Mmmm the scents were wonderful and John began to cast his eye around.
You invariably found sexy young girls and desirable MILF s in the fragrance section.
John looked to his right and an extremely tall blond Russian girl caught his eye.
She was beyond stunning a veritable sex goddess actually.
She s probably a professional John thought; too good looking for a mere mortal such as himself who lacked the necessary accessories of a Russian oligarch.
John had no turbo Bentley, no private 757 and he certainly didn t own an island, so John dismissed her out of hand.
Besides such women (John told himself in consolation) were invariably shallow and uninteresting beyond the first fuck or so.
As John turned left he spied a beautifully young slightly Asian looking girl.
As he appraised her beauty from a distance John noted the exquisite and exotic half and half features of her face not quite Asian, not quite Caucasian.
The young woman was looking at the colorful fragrance bottles on the Dior counter.
As John tried his best to watch her unobserved she flipped her lustrous dark hair with blond highlights away from her slender neck and sprayed on a burst of scent.
John s eyes were held transfixed.
There was just something about this girl that grabbed John s attention.
He couldn t place it right away, but something about this young woman intrigued him and resonated in a way he couldn t easily grasp.
Of course the girl s flirty short white mini skirt that swayed with her hips when she walked, her long stunning toned legs, the way she turned out her ankles, were all reason enough for John s eyes to be glued to her sexy athletic body.
Added to this John was captivated by the young woman s long lustrous dark hair with blonde highlights that bounced as she walked, her big almond eyes, her cute up-turned nose, her flawless honey-toned complexion and those incredible small pert little breasts which were just faintly visible under her diaphanous peach silk blouse.
John felt a little stupid following her as the young girl turned and walked on, but he couldn t help it.
Drawn like a moth to a light John kept his distance, but kept her in sight.
John knew he was acting like a lecherous creep, but he was helpless in the spell this girl cast over him.
There was just something? John pretended to gaze at various items as he casually wandered a discreet distance behind the sexy young woman following her trail.
John was careful not to lose sight of the young girl, as that could spell the end of his pursuit in a store as large and a crowded with shoppers as Harrods.
As the sexy young girl wandered into the Tory Burch section John was at a loss as to what to do.
How could he follow her in? Under what pretext could a forty-three year old man wander around in Tory Burch? Thinking fast John haltingly entered the Tory Burch section festooned as it was with colorful bags and sexy shoes.
John began fingering various purses as the young girl meandered ahead of him among the shoes picking up a faux leopard print pair of heels.
A sales lady approached and John announced in a loud voice that he was looking for a gift for a friend s daughter.
It was then it hit him: this young beauty looked just like Joyce.
She was almost a carbon copy except she looked like a slightly more Caucasian version of Joyce.
John s memories came flooding back.
How long ago was it he thought to himself? Doing the mental math John realized with a shock it had been twenty years.
Oh my god was 1992 really twenty years ago he thought to himself.
Back then, two decades ago, John had been a young lawyer just starting out in London.
Recently arrived from Canada where he d gone to law school John had been keen to make new friends in the big city .
A fellow young lawyer had invited John to a party on a Friday night and John had thought it a good chance to meet new people his age in London.
At the party John had done his best to mingle and had eventually met Joyce.
Bowled over by her beauty John soon found out Joyce was a young dance student studying at the RAD.
They struck up a conversation and to say John was besotted was an understatement.
Joyce was with her sexy blonde friend Stephanie who was also studying at the RAD.
To describe these two young girls as gorgeous would not do justice to their youth or their perfection.
John had immediately been struck by Joyce s beauty, her poise and her lively intelligence.
Joyce was one of the first Chinese girls to ever be admitted to the RAD to study for a principal role in the Royal Ballet.
Joyce s body was beyond perfect from all the years of rigorous ballet and jazz training.
John thought Joyce must be at least 5 7 and her strong long slim legs, her tight firm ass, her flat stomach, her straight back, her firm and pert small breasts, her long dark straight hair and her sparkling lively almond eyes were all, to John s mind, just perfect.
Also, the fact that Joyce was Chinese was so exotic in John s mind and it drove him wild with desire.
John couldn t take his eyes off Joyce all night and he followed her around the whole evening like a puppy dog learning to heel.
Joyce seemed to like John as well and she invited John to an upcoming student performance of Swan Lake where she and Stephanie would be in the Corps de Ballet.
The only problem John could see was Joyce s age.
During the conversation it turned out Joyce was only sixteen-years-old and Stephanie her friend was only slightly older at eighteen.
John was almost twenty-four and he had thought to himself that perhaps he was too old for her.
In the following days John had gone to see the performance of Swan Lake and Joyce s dancing transported him to some other place.
Never having appreciated ballet before, John this time fell under the spell of the special performance.
As John watched Joyce and Stephanie float across the stage on point he found a new appreciation for dance.
During the weeks that followed John and Joyce had fallen madly in love.
They had been transported to that special destination where your passport will only ever be stamped once: first love .
After weeks of petting where Joyce would only let John touch her pussy and finger her, John had finally pushed Joyce s thighs wide apart one night.
John had moved his head between her silken thighs and finally managed to get his hungry needy mouth on Joyce s young sweet virgin pussy.
As Joyce used her hands and pretended to try to push his head away the two engaged in a mock struggle of love and lust.
Finally feeling she had pretended to resist long enough to protect her modesty, Joyce capitulated to John s more experienced tongue.
Well getting his tongue on Joyce s never touched pussy changed the whole equation.
Coming from a very conservative Chinese family in Beijing, Joyce had been lectured her whole young life on the importance of maintaining her virginity.
However, once John got his more than talented tongue on her young virgin pussy and flicked her burning throbbing clit, Joyce was lost to an ecstasy she had only up till now dreamed about.
The sensations were overwhelming for a young virgin girl and with each successive passionate encounter Joyce s orgasms became bigger and bigger as she learned how her body would respond to John s ministrations.
John s probing tongue and fingers dazzled her and transported Joyce to a place she had never even imagined could exist.
Each time the two lovers would engage in these heated petting sessions John would be forced to masturbate, as Joyce was too shy to even touch him let alone suck him.
This didn t matter as John was so besotted with this young vixen that just watching her stomach muscles tense and watching her body shake and shiver and hearing the deep cries that were ripped from her throat as her body convulsed in total release was enough for him.
John would lie on his bed after Joyce had left for her dorm, close his eyes, picture her taut beautiful Asian body and stroke his hard cock to a massive release.
Still John dreamed of taking Joyce and entering her like a man and he hoped it would happen soon.
Finally Joyce could take no more of John s torturing and teasing her with the temptations of sexual pleasure.
The teasing and pleasing Joyce was subjected to from John s fingers and tongue pushed her boundaries no matter the morals her parents had drilled into her.
One time as they romped in John s big bed and after Joyce had cum two or three times in shuddering climaxes from his tongue, Joyce had pulled John onto her body and lust simply overcame the two of them.
In a frenzy of need John had pried Joyce s resisting legs apart with his knees and Joyce s fingernails had dug into his skin ripping across his back as they wrestled to sate their needs.
John pushed forward and Joyce relaxed her thighs just slightly giving him the advantage he needed.
John s hard eight-inch cock found Joyce s slick wet pussy lips and he reached down to wet his engorged purple cockhead on her puffy blood engorged soft pink outer lips.
Locating Joyce s extremely tight virgin entrance John waited patiently with his hard rod poised to penetrate.
Joyce stopped struggling momentarily and her fingernails gave John the subtle consent he needed as she pulled him forward– ever so slightly– urging him to do what she was too timid to ask for.
Joyce s unspoken signal was subtle, but crystal clear nevertheless, she wanted him inside her.
Joyce s modesty preventing her from saying what she had wanted to say these past weeks.
But in her mind she formed the unspoken words.
FUCK ME JOHN, oh fuck me.
I ve been waiting these weeks.
My pussy has been aching to be filled ..Please fill me John pushed his hips forward ever so slowly, violating for the very first time Joyce s tight, silky-slick, virgin pussy with his thick male hardness.
As John slowly pushed his way in it was like entering heaven.
The connection John felt, the completeness of being inside the woman he loved, how can you describe that feeling in mere words? The alphabet is an insufficient tool for such description.
The sex was beyond amazing as the young lovers soon found their bodies in synch, their thrusts a cadence of heated desire and pent up lust, their burning needs building towards a mutual release.
That first time had caused them both to blush and profess their love in a cascading waterfall of kisses and soft words as they held each other is a post-coital sweaty embrace, their hearts pounding furiously against their chests, their fingers tenderly entwined, unwilling to let the other go even for a second.
Their love story had continued with a white heat that was so intense young love, young burning love! They couldn t stop fucking, kissing or holding hands.
They were, in short, two young people in love, needing each other s bodies, hungry for kisses, hungry for touches, hungry to taste each other s skin, each other s juices.
Joyce, after much coaxing and a few girl-to-girl late night chats with the far more experienced Stephanie had finally sucked John s big hard cock.
Once the beautiful young Joyce had the first taste of John s hard member she became an insatiable cocksucker.
The power Joyce felt, the control she had over her older lover; the high Joyce got from cock sucking was like a drug and she was soon an addict.
Giggling like the sexy sixteen-year-old schoolgirl she was, Joyce would show up at John s law firm to give him a quickie blowjob during lunch hour.
This was, as Joyce put it, to keep him happy until dinnertime when they could rip their clothes off and have a more leisurely fuck session at home.
It never entered Joyce s mind that she was acting like a slut: she was just in love and her skin needed the touch of her lover s skin, her nose needed his smell, her mouth needed his taste and her pussy needed his cock to fill it.
This carried on for months and finally they decided to move in together.
Being the good friend she was Joyce insisted that John offer a room for Stephanie as well.
Stephanie was her best friend and Joyce had no intention of leaving Stephanie high and dry holding a big rent bill on her own.
John accordingly rented a two-bedroom apartment near the RAD so Stephanie could share the place with them.
This also meant Joyce would have someone to keep her company and they could keep the rent down, as John was still only a junior lawyer starting out.
Everything was great, beyond great actually, for months and months.
Joyce went on the pill and they started having even more sex if that was possible.
As Joyce learned more about her body and how to orgasm her releases became bigger and bigger and John was amazed at how his girlfriend could come five or six times every session in huge climaxes where her body would shake and shudder, her voice crying out to him, her fingers digging into his skin.
The two young lovers held hands everywhere they went and all their friends would say, get a room as they would smooch every chance they could get.
They were both so young and attractive they would see people on the street turn to look at them as they walked past.
The young lovers gave off that first love glow of happiness that everyone envies.
Then it all went wrong.
John unknowingly frowned as his reverie moved into the much darker memories.
Then he was distracted from his memories as he saw the girl in Harrods pick up an orange handbag that was very cute and she looked at it for a long time.
It seemed the young woman really liked the orange bag, but then she put it down.
John moved closer as she continued on to look at other items.
John picked up the cute orange bag fingering it slowly as his ruminations continued.
John s memories of Joyce returned and he thought of the sadness that had followed happiness.
John recalled how Joyce had injured her knee requiring her to stop dancing for a few months.
This put Joyce under great deal of stress, as she feared being cut from the RAD program.
For a young dancer an injury can easily end a career and Joyce was terrified of her dream coming to nothing after so many years of hard work.
Joyce got depressed and they had started to fight.
John soon found out that Joyce was just as passionate about fighting as she was about sex.
Joyce was a tiger and the furious screaming and yelling and struggling of their fights would be followed by floods of tears and then finally a rampant session of sweaty make-up sex where the two of them would make up using orgasms for a mutual release of the built-up tension.
Then it got even worse when Joyce s mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and Joyce needed to return to Beijing.
Knowing they would be parted caused even more stress and more mad fights and equally furious sessions of passionate make-up sex.
In all of this Stephanie would try to act as peacemaker and mediator.
Not that she was very effective, but she seemed to make an effort.
Stephanie often thought to herself that if dancing didn t work out she could always work for the United Nations.
It was only a few days before Joyce was to return to China when the two lovers had their biggest fight ever.
Joyce had stormed out of the apartment with a small dancer s bag of clothes and went to stay with another friend who was a dancer living back at her old dorm.
John, depressed and crying, was left alone in the dark apartment to deal with his emotions after Joyce s chaotic and dramatic departure.
Just at that moment Stephanie had returned from class and I guess that s when it really all went wrong.
Some girlfriends are true and some have ulterior motives.
Stephanie liked Joyce as a friend, but John was a good catch and had a pretty hot body to boot.
Listening to John and Joyce fuck loudly in the other room had not been easy and more often than not Stephanie had resorted to her vibrator to deal with her frustrations if no boy was available to assist her.
If Joyce can t keep John happy Stephanie thought to herself, casting her gaze towards the pathetic guy head-in-hands weeping on the sofa, no reason I shouldn t step in and console him? Stephanie had rushed over to put her arm around John s shoulder patting his back and softly uttering reassuring words in his ear.
Getting John a glass of wine Stephanie rushed into her room and rapidly assessed her wardrobe and her situation.
Stephanie knew she was good looking.
In fact Stephanie knew she was much more than good looking, she was fucking stunning.
With firm high 34B breasts and perfect pink nipples combined with a toned ballet dancer s body and gorgeous thick lush blond hair Stephanie was something to behold.
Added to this were Stephanie s stunningly beautiful face and sparkling young sea-blue eyes combined with a talent to flirt and pout that was of an Olympic gold standard.
Stephanie surveyed her wardrobe and made rapid calculations.
She wanted to pick something that didn t make it too obvious.
Stephanie wanted to pick an outfit that was seductive, but not obviously so? She wanted John to fall into the trap, but have no idea it was a trap.
Finally Stephanie had selected the short pink silk kimono with the tiny embroidered purple flowers that just covered her taut ass but left her long sexy athletic dancer s legs fully exposed.
Stephanie often wore this kimono around the house in the evening when she was getting ready for bed.
Stephanie had seen John s eyes widen more than once when she wore it.
John would think it quite normal for her to wear the kimono at night.
Next step, what to wear underneath the kimono? Stephanie knew she needed to act fast.
Who knew if Joyce would return tonight or not? Stephanie quickly picked the black lace push-up bra and matching almost not-there lace panties.
The panties had a small triangle of black lace on the front and back with tiny red hearts embroidered into the lace and thin spaghetti string bow ties on each hip.
If John did decide to open the package he wouldn t be disappointed with this wrapping Stephanie giggled to herself.
Stephanie checked the mirror firming the muscles of her toned tummy and striking a pose? Pleased with the image she saw reflected back Stephanie gave her golden locks a quick brush, added a splash of the perfume Joyce had given her as a gift behind her ears and on her neck.
Finally a quick application of some lip gloss and .Stephanie paused .pinching her cheeks .yup! Ready! Stephanie quietly opened her bedroom door and silently assessed John in his distraught state hunched over on the sofa bawling, his head held in his hands, his body shaking.
Men were so easy Stephanie thought to herself.
This would be a piece of cake.
She padded over beside John and slipped next to him on the sofa, their legs touching.
Putting her arm around John s waist and letting his head fall onto her shoulder Stephanie refilled his wine glass and urged him to drink.
Stephanie had figured John correctly and before too long she had him blabbing away and crying on her shoulder.
Stephanie just kept feeding John wine and softly whispered consoling words in his ear.
Stephanie started to emphasize how unreasonable her friend Joyce was and how John was too good for her.
John could smell Stephanie s rich perfume and his mind was soon a fog with the wine and his crying and Stephanie s soft words and perfume confusing him in a tangled mass of sensations.
Stephanie surreptitiously adjusted her waist tie and let the kimono fall open slightly in the front revealing a peek-a-boo view of the tops of her small pert breasts and the black lace bra.
John s head was cradled in Stephanie s smooth warm neck and he was looking straight down onto her perfect firm young mounds.
Stephanie pulled John even closer and his face and nose were only inches from her amazing young breasts.
John could feel Stephanie s warm silky flawless young skin against his cheek.
The rhythm of Stephanie s soft hand gently stroking the back of his neck soothed him and calmed his sobs.
Stephanie s words kept placating, consoling and subtly encouraging John, but encouraging him in what way? In what direction? John you deserve better .
Followed by You need a girl who really cares for you and understands you .
And .
John you re a special guy and Joyce just doesn t know how special you are .
And then Any girl would be so lucky to have you as a boyfriend .
How it exactly happened or in what sequence John had no exact recollection.
He had been resting his head on Stephanie s neck and then her kimono had been open and somehow his mouth had been on her perfect pink nipple.
My god how perfect was her firm young breast and her immaculate little pink nipple? John still remembered how hard Stephanie s pert pink nipple had gotten as he played with it in his mouth and how firm and rubbery it had felt between his teeth.
Stephanie had slowly coaxed John with her hands, prodding him with her gentle words.
Like the expert seductress she was Stephanie was subtly arousing the rather na ve and clueless John with her teasingly tentative touches and softly whispered responses.
Slowly but surely Stephanie was encouraging John repeatedly to forget all about Joyce and just relax .
Even with the fog that had been clouding his mind on that day John still remembered Stephanie s moans as he had played with her perfect firm young eighteen-year-old breasts with his tongue and teeth.
Somehow Stephanie had pulled John in his now slightly drunken state into her bedroom and onto her bed.
John s pants were soon off, his white cotton shirt unbuttoned and discarded on the wood floor.
John looked down in his daze and realized Stephanie was sucking on his thick hard cock.
Even in his befuddled and distraught state the needle of John s moral compass knew this was so wrong.
My god he and Joyce were planning to get engaged and now her best friend is sucking my cock like a cherry Popsicle? John was too confused in his drunken and distraught state of mind to stop Stephanie even had he been sober enough to try.
Stephanie s sexy pink kimono was now discarded in a rumpled pile of pink silk on the wooden bedroom floor.
With Stephanie s sculptured dancer s body now in full view it meant John was beyond salvation.
John s hormones were now surging at a faster rate than his tears and his cock wanted Stephanie s body.
The primal urge to reproduce is so strong and the supreme talents of this gorgeous young seductress were so enthralling, it meant John didn t have half a chance.
Stephanie was an expert cocksucker and John could only layback on the bed and moan loudly as she expertly toyed with his manhood arousing him towards release.
Without John doing anything Stephanie swung her legs straddling his hips and mounted John s now very hard and erect eight inches.
Reaching down and holding his cock steady Stephanie slipped John s hard manhood into her slick, tight and already very wet young pussy.
Stephanie immediately started to thrust her hips riding John cowgirl style with the lust and vigor of an experienced young slut.
Stephanie s hands and fingernails were raking across John s chest and teasing his nipples as her tight pussy took him to towards heaven, or was it hell? Stephanie might not be the best dancer in the corps de ballet, but all the girls knew she was certainly the best fuck in bed.
Stephanie put her fingers in her mouth to get them wet with her saliva and then she tweaked both of John s nipples, rolling them at the same time and teasingly sending shots of pleasure shooting through his body that shivered in pleasured response.
Holy fuck John thought to himself, this girl really knows how to fuck.
Stephanie was now moaning loudly as she rubbed her burning clit against the base of John s big thick long cock giving herself the pleasure she wanted and needed as a young woman.
Arching her body in arc of desire Stephanie enjoyed the feelings brought on by the approach of her first orgasm.
The fact that she was riding the rather large and satisfying cock of her best friend s boyfriend only made the sensations more exquisite and extreme for Stephanie.
Stephanie looked down at John and grinned as she straddled him feeling the triumphant feelings of a successful seductress who has bagged her prey.
Even easier than I thought Stephanie said to herself as she felt John s cock filling her up.
Marrying a young lawyer is a much more secure career path than being a fucking dancer.
Who wants to go to endless auditions for creeps who want to fuck you for free or gay guys who pick and pick and pick on every little fucking flaw in your body? Stephanie was more than satisfied at how the evening had gone and without giving a second thought for the heartbreak she might be causing to her so called best friend she let a smile break across her face as her orgasm approached.
Stephanie s shudders were just starting, cries of passion being ripped from her throat as her first orgasm with John began.
The convulsions of Stephanie s orgasm wiped the grin from her face as she was overcome by the ecstasy of total female release.
It was at that precise triumphant moment when Stephanie s cries of release and John s moans mingled and hung in the air, his impending orgasm taking grip of his male body, that the bedroom door creaked open slowly and uncertainly.
John hearing the faint sound of the creaking hinges looked over towards the door as he finally went over the edge and lost control shooting his huge load of warm cum into Stephanie s deceitfully delicious pussy.
John s eyes flew wide in terrified recognition of the person standing in the doorway her body s profile framed by the dim yellow hall light from behind.
John saw his darling Joyce s innocent face staring back at him, her eyes wide in disbelief.
The anguish, the betrayal, the heartbreak; how can you describe the kick to the gut experienced by sweet young Joyce? Her best friend was riding her boyfriend s cock and the two of them were in the midst of a huge simultaneous orgasm.
Not just her boyfriend mind you, but the man she loved, the man who had taken her virginity, the man she had dreamed of marrying, the man who would father her children.
The dreams that had been shattered in that one instant were the dreams of an entire life.
Dreams that had been tenderly cared for by a young girl since she was very young and kept safe inside a special spot in her tender heart now lay shattered and fractured beyond repair.
Joyce s precious dreams had been carried across far distant oceans from Beijing and held safely in her heart for all these years.
Dreams Joyce had protected carefully from cunning men who would have liked nothing more than to use her and discard her.
Dreams Joyce had tenderly treasured until she had finally found John.
Now they were not dreams anymore.
They were nothing, nothing but dust, just broken promises and broken trust.
Joyce felt lost, confused and scared; to put it bluntly Joyce felt more alone than she ever had in her entire life.
Joyce s face betrayed a commotion of her every emotion as all her inner world collapsed into a vacuum of emptiness, a giant black void of nothingness swallowing her happiness with the ease of a giant Anaconda swallowing a baby lamb.
Like an animal terrified for her very existence by an oncoming fire Joyce turned and ran slamming the apartment door as she went.
No fall from grace has ever been faster or more shattering.
The black vacuum that formed in John s soul sucked him down like the heavy weight of the stones secured to the legs of the condemned man standing on the edge of the plank, the ocean s depths waiting to swallow his soul.
Down, down, down John s folly sucked him into the abyss of lost love.
John never saw Joyce Chen again after that painfully searing moment.
He heard through friends that she d returned to China to take care of her ailing mother who had passed away soon after from breast cancer.
John had then heard that Joyce had married another man and very quickly had given birth to a baby girl.
Beyond this John had never seen nor heard of Joyce again.
It was as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth.
Initially John had tried to phone, to write, but all to no avail.
There would be no forgiveness, no redemption, no salvation for his fall from grace.
Stephanie had quickly wriggled her way into John s life, into John s bed and had become his lover and then soon his wife.
At first things had been fine but let s face it, Stephanie was not John s true love.
Few men are given the chance at perfect love that John had been given, but he had blown it to put it bluntly.
Stephanie had first run through John s money and then she had run through a stream of lovers; younger, older, any man it seemed who caught her fancy would be bedded by Stephanie.
Finally John could not tolerate it any more and they had divorced after ten years of marriage.
John had then moved to Asia to re-build his life and rebuild his tattered finances.
Today the sight of this young girl shopping in Harrods, a girl who looked so much like Joyce, had brought all these happy and yet painful memories cascading back into John s mind.
Collecting himself again John looked up to see where the young girl was.
She had selected a pair of leopard print heels and was lining up to pay for them.
What was the chance John thought? Would serendipity really place Joyce s daughter in this very store at this precise moment? Unlikely? The chance of this girl being Joyce s daughter was infinitesimal.
It was a lottery-ticket-like opportunity John thought to himself, but hey, life was strange, stranger than fiction sometimes.
John grabbed the cute orange handbag and sidled up next to the girl in the queue to pay while pulling out his Amex card.
As the girl pulled out her credit card to pay for the shoes she had selected John glanced down to catch her name.
Ashley Chen the card read.
John was stunned.
But if Joyce had married then she should have a different last name? What was the chance? It all just seemed so improbable.
And if he spoke to this young girl would she think he was a creep hitting on her John pondered? The saleslady interrupted John s thoughts.
Are you buying this bag sir? Oh .um .yes .I mean .Well do you think it would be a good gift for a young lady? Ashley turned at that moment and smiled at John glancing down at the bag and immediately recognizing it as the one she had been considering for herself.
She looked up into John s eyes with big almond eyes that were eerily familiar.
How old is the girl? Ashley asked.
John was a bit startled not having been prepared for Ashley to speak to him.
John hesitated slightly as his mind churned with thoughts.
Umm ..uh .
John blushed as his cheeks flushed.
Ashley giggled as she saw John struggling to compose himself.
Beautiful young women soon become used to men being befuddled in their presence.
Finally John found a few words.
Well just like you actually.
Sort of your age, younger, a young lady.
Well I m nineteen and I think it would be perfect for a girl my age.
In fact I almost bought it myself.
And that is how they had innocently started talking.
Once John had recovered he became his normal suave and funny self.
John relaxed and several times he got Ashley to giggle at something he said.
John examined the cute shoes Ashley was buying and then he noticed the RAD ballet symbol on Ashley s bag.
Are you a dancer by any chance? John asked.
Well that got Ashley going talking about dancing, the ballet, jazz dance and her love of music.
Ashley s cute blathering was an almost unstoppable babbling brook once it started to flow out of her.
They both signed their credit card slips and just stood there, each not quite wanting to end the animated conversation.
It was getting to the point, however, when John needed to ask.
The conversation was going to end soon, they would each turn and walk in different directions and John knew he would never see this girl again in his life.
Something inside urged him to ask.
Finding his nerve John asked his question just as Ashley was saying she should be getting going.
By any chance .I mean .well .
I know this will sound stupid, but it s just you remind me of someone.
Ashley looked at John with a perplexed look on her face.
I remind you of someone? Ashley seemed skeptical, but obviously somewhat intrigued by John s statement.
Her eyes looked at him curiously while waiting for him to continue.
Well it s just that I noticed your last name is Chen .
By any chance is your mother named Joyce? Ashley s face had a look of complete wonder as John spoke the name Joyce .
If anything Ashley looked even more perplexed than before.
Yeah.
Sure.
I mean .Yup, that s my mom s name.
How .I mean ..but ..well .
How do you know my mom s name? Have we ever met before? John relaxed, smiling and chuckled at Ashley s obvious confusion.
No we ve never met.
John said.
John then proceeded to explain that he had known her mother many years ago.
He asked how Joyce was doing and was she living in London.
Ashley said no her mom was traveling and was fine.
This new connection kept the conversation going and they stepped to the side to keep chatting.
Finally John realized he needed to make a decision before Ashley walked off into the crowd into oblivion and anonymity.
John pulled out his wallet and a business card and wrote his UK cell phone number.
Here .look .Well I m in London for a few weeks working on a deal.
Only if you have time? I mean I don t want to intrude .anyways why don t you call me if you ..
Ashley giggled and John couldn t help being amazed by her beauty as her eyes danced and sparkled with life.
John was also stunned by how much Ashley s giggle reminded him of young Joyce s giggle those many years ago.
Ashley s smile was so transient, so fleeting, living only in the moment.
Like a firefly or a spark her smile would light up everything for a fleeting flicker of a moment and then be gone, only to return a moment later.
It was this elusive smile and her ever-present beauty that held him transfixed.
Yeah sure John.
Why not? I d love to hear about my mom in her younger wilder days.
I bet you ve got some good stories.
Ashley giggled as she gazed at John seemingly examining him from head to foot making that assessment that women make of males they are sexually interested in.
Are you sure you knew my mom that long ago? How old are you John? Ashley had a mischievous sparkle in her eye.
John blushed thinking about the gap in their ages and the erection he had in his pants from just looking at Ashley s sexy young body.
John chuckled before answering.
Well I can assure you I m 43 and I did know your mom.
Ashley put a playful faux look of mock shock on her face.
Forty-three oh my gosh?? Really! Hmmmmm I thought you looked more like early thirties.
Well you re in good shape John for ..(Ashley paused for dramatic effect) ..an old guy.
John blushed a deeper pink and Ashley started laughing at her successful effort at teasing.
Nothing was more enjoyable for a sexy young woman than the playful taunting of handsome older men who were obviously smitten by their youth and beauty.
Well let your mother know I said Hi and ..well If she s I mean if she s .
Ashley could sense John s reluctance and embarrassment and she became curious.
Yes John .? Well .it s just If she s still mad at me and you don t call .well ..(John paused feeling the weight of the past, the weight of his betrayal pushing down on him like a lead weight) ..well ..I ll understand.
Oh my!! Mystery too? Now we do have to have a drink? I m so curious John to find out these mysterious secrets you have.
Ashley giggled and picked up her Harrods bag to leave.
John leaned down to kiss her on the cheek and wished her goodbye saying how glad he was they had met.
As Ashley turned in a half pirouette, her short skirt twirling out teasingly, she waved a flirtatious goodbye and John felt his cock pulse.
John found his eyes locked onto Ashley s swaying hips until she finally faded into the milling crowd of grazing global shoppers.
John stood stationary immobile– immersed in the sad thoughts and melancholy of lost first love suddenly recalled.
Any interest he d had in going to the National Gallery had evaporated.
Van Gogh could wait for a day or two.
Instead John meandered slowly back to the short lease apartment he was staying at with his dark thoughts following him like a big grey rain cloud.
John s wondering if Ashley would actually call didn t last long.
The very next day Ashley called and they arranged to get together on Friday.
At first it was drinks but the phone call lingered, as it just seemed so easy for the two of them to talk and drinks soon turned into dinner.
John decided to take Ashley to one of his favorite Italian restaurants Signor Sassi in Knightsbridge and then they would head to a club for drinks and dancing.
John called up the hostess Natasha and booked the quiet sheltered table in the alcove by the window.
It just so happened that Ashley lived in Knightsbridge close to the restaurant and John picked her up just fifteen minutes before their reservation.
John stopped his rented BMW in front and put on the flashing hazard lights since there was no legal street parking.
John walked up the grey stone steps while holding the black cast iron railing and reached out rapping the ring knocker on the black enamel door.
John could hear Ashley s voice yelling inside and he waited patiently.
Finally the black door swung open.
Ashley s body was wrapped in a soft warm yellow light from a Tiffany lamp hanging from the ceiling in the hallway.
John s breath caught in his throat at the sight of her.
If John had thought Ashley was sexy in Harrods, well tonight she was stunningly beautiful and looked much older than her nineteen years.
Ashley s youth and beauty, her young taut body, her mischievous smile and twinkling eyes, her shining lustrous dark hair it all added up to a jaw dropping omg effect! John s left heel slipped backwards to stabilize his body as the almost physical impact of Ashley s beauty knocked him off kilter.
Ashley grinned and turned to the side striking a pose, lifting her left ankle slightly and pressing her small breasts forward, her eyes asking the eternal female question– Do you approve? John s face must have given sufficient answer as his mouth hung open and his eyes went wide in lustful male admiration.
It had been a while since John had been on any kind of date, let alone with a young lady this beautiful and he was like a deer caught in the headlights.
Held in thrall John struggled to collect himself and find words, his legs immobilized like petrified stumps.
Ashley giggled obviously pleased with the effect she was having on this handsome older man.
John let his eyes range up and down Ashley s beautiful dancer s body taking in her outfit.
Ashley was wearing a tight little black dress made from stretch knit with a hemline just above mid-thigh.
The sexy black dress formed to the curves of Ashley s trim waist and wider hips as well as hugging over the small swells of her breast mounds.
At the waist, on the hemline and over the shoulders the knit fabric was replaced by opaque black lace with a see-through effect that allowed a tantalizing hint of skin.
At the back a large oval was cut out of the dress giving a nice view of Ashley s strong dancer s back and shoulders and her flawless skin.
Ashley s dress was young, sexy and flirtatious and yet at the same time sophisticated and classy.
Over top of her shoulders Ashley had added a tiny charcoal grey cashmere sweater-vest with three-quarter sleeves to deal with possible chilly breezes at this time of year.
Ashley s eyes were still requiring John to offer a response.
Ashley you look stunning! I m so glad you called.
Ashley leaned forward and kissed John softly on the cheek in greeting.
Her perfume wafted to his nose and her hair tickled his cheek and nose.
The feel of her soft kiss was beyond tantalizing.
Is that Miss Dior you re wearing? Ashley pulled back and looked at John with a surprised but teasingly pleased look.
Hmmm John, you certainly know how to surprise a woman.
So are you one of those men who dates so many women he identifies them by their perfume? Ashley giggled at her taunting and teasing verbal volley.
A vivacious smile lit up her face and captured John s attention with full force.
John chuckled and relaxed knowing they would have a wonderful time together tonight.
John had been a bit worried about their age difference and what Ashley s mother may have said about him, but John loved smart women who were teasing and flirtatious so this was a perfect start to the evening.
No.
Actually I haven t been on a date in months.
I do like wandering the fragrance counter and Miss Dior is one of my favorites.
Ashley looked not entirely convinced by John s explanation but she linked her arm into John s and kissed him again on the cheek.
All right.
Forgive me for my suspicions but men can be creeps.
With that they laughed easily together and headed for John s car.
When they arrived at Signor Sassi only ten minutes or so away it was crowded so John had to park a block to the south.
John walked around and opened the car door for Ashley to get out and reached out to take her hand.
Oh dear, a gentleman.
A rare breed John.
Gentlemen and Tigers ..
Ashley couldn t repress her giggle before continuing.
Only a few of you left.
I ll need to show you off to my girlfriends since most of them have concluded the species IS extinct already.
But beware, they might want to take you home and cage you to start their very own breeding program to help save the species.
They both laughed at Ashley s joke.
Walking to the restaurant John placed his arm behind Ashley s lower back to guide her and she linked her arm into his for support.
As they walked John looked down and noticed Ashley s heels.
Oh the Tory Burch heels.
Very nice Ashley.
She grinned and then turned on him with a faux pout.
I was wondering when you would notice.
You don t like them? Oh dear, John had committed a very common and yet a possibly fatal male sin.
He had failed to notice Ashley s new shoes.
Recovery, he knew, would not be easy.
No, I mean ..well it s just ..
Yes John, it s just WHAT? Ashley looked at John sternly putting the emphasis on the word what .
John could see Ashley was thoroughly enjoying watching him wriggle like a bug on a pin as he tried to extricate himself from this entirely male predicament.
Well ..it s just .
Yes John, you already said that.
Ashley giggled as John struggled.
Well you re so beautiful that really even though the shoes are very cute and sexy, your own beauty just far outshines them.
John waited expectantly to see Ashley s reaction.
A huge smile crossed her face and she burst out laughing.
Well grill me a cheese sandwich!! That is probably the cheesiest line you could ever come up with John ..
Ashley laughed.
But it was sweet.
And it worked.
Ashley leaned in and gave John a kiss signifying a pardon had been granted for his crime.
I forgive you for not noticing my shoes.
So you think I look sweet and innocent don t you? John didn t know quite how to respond and kept grinning.
Well she does look sweet and innocent John thought, but his hidden lustful desire for her was anything but innocent .
John hoped Ashley couldn t see what he was thinking, what he was imagining.
She looked at John precociously and said.
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.
Ashley smiled waiting for John s reaction.
Isn t that the mother s advice? She added.
John was momentarily stunned.
So a woman who is young, beautiful, graceful AND she quotes Macbeth? I would say you are just as rare as any species of tiger.
Ashley giggled clearly pleased with herself.
Oh don t be so impressed John.
We re studying Macbeth in my drama section right now.
I just have the lines floating around in my cute little head.
They both laughed and John relaxed.
Arriving at the restaurant John could see the surprise in Natasha s eyes.
It had been a long time since John had brought a date to the restaurant and certainly years since he had shown up with anyone even remotely as stunning as sexy young Ashley.
Mr.
Langham let me take you to your table.
Miss will you be keeping your sweater or shall I hang it? Ashley turned and let John help her slip the super soft grey cashmere sweater off her shoulders and Natasha took it and hung it up.
As the hostess led them to the table John assessed Natasha s body from behind.
Natasha had worked at the restaurant for almost five years now.
John had often thought of asking Natasha out on a date considering how tall and beautiful she was, a real classic European beauty.
Now, comparing Natasha to Ashley, John could see that given Ashley s advantage of youth and the exotic hint of Asian in her eyes, her tight taut athletic Asian dancer s toned body, it was Ashley s beauty and sexiness that was far superior to the more voluptuous but still highly desirable Natasha.
John felt calm and satisfied that he had restrained his carnal desires these past years.
You didn t want to lose your favorite restaurant just because you had fucked the hostess.
As they were seated John became a little nervous.
He wondered what Ashley s mother had said to her about him.
He wanted to ask and yet he didn t want to seem too eager.
Ashley seated herself demurely and swung her legs under the table before remarking.
John what s this? Ashley was looking at the package on the table wrapped in metallic orange wrapping paper and a delicate metallic silver ribbon and bow.
John smiled.
Well it s just a little thank you for coming out and sharing the evening with me.
Ashley looked at him as if to ask if it was really for her.
Go ahead and open it.
Ashley pulled away the wrapping paper and inside was a green Harrods box.
Ashley slowly pulled up the top, reached in her hand and pulled out the cute orange purse.
Oh my gosh you shouldn t have.
But I thought ..? Ashley s voice trailed of with her apparent confusion obvious and the question hanging.
John blushed and knew he needed to explain.
Well actually there was no daughter of a friend.
John paused to see the effect of this disclosure on Ashley.
It s just you so much reminded me of your mother and well ..I well I really wanted to meet you.
John was blushing and a bit nervous at this point, but seemingly needlessly since Ashley simply giggled and said she thought he was cute for following her around Harrods and actually buying the bag just to meet her.
John then ordered some Champagne and they immediately fell into easy conversation.
It seemed there was some sort of bizarre connection between the two of them, almost as if they had been friends for years.
Finally John got around to asking Ashley what her mother had said about him.
Ashley grinned like a Cheshire cat and paused before answering, seeming to enjoy John s obvious nervousness.
Well she didn t say too much.
It seems you two are a bit secretive.
Mom was tired when I talked to her.
She just told me you were a real heart breaker in your day.
John looked skeptical that this was the extent of it.
That s all? Is she mad at me or ..
Ashley interrupted John before he could finish his sentence.
No, Mom said you brought her a lot of happiness and there was nothing to forgive you for or be mad about.
She said it was all really about you and an old friend of hers.
Mom said that you d gotten married to her friend and then divorced.
Mom said she was very sad you d gotten divorced.
Ashley s face looked a bit like she didn t quite comprehend the full meaning of what her mother had said to her.
Anyways, I really didn t understand it all.
I guess you went out with one of mom s friends? Is that right .
John was hugely relieved.
A smile broke on John s face and he deflected Ashley s inquiry.
Yes, well it s a long story, maybe I can tell you everything some other time? What do you want to order? Let s look at the menu? The sardines are excellent at this time of year.
They ordered and had a wonderful meal and John selected a nice bottle of 96 Gaja that was just at its peak and very elegant to go with the food.
Somehow the conversation would meander this way and that way and the two of them were having a wonderful time.
John was amazed as he gazed at the beautiful young woman across from him the light from the candle on the table offering flickering highlights to her hair.
As they chattered easily it didn t seem like there was a huge age gap at all.
John felt like the younger John from years ago, the one who had fallen in love with a beautiful young girl who looked just like Ashley.
John didn t feel old and jaded, he didn t picture himself as divorced with grey tinges at his temples; instead Ashley made John feel like a new man and his imagination began to soar.
John couldn t help it but as he leaned forward in their animated discussion their knees touched and he felt his hard-on pulse.
The dinner over John helped Ashley rise from the table, reaching out to hold her hand.
Even just holding Ashley s delicate slender hand and feeling her smooth skin gave him a thrill.
Why am I acting like a teenager John admonished himself? You ve been out with so many women, so why does this young girl make you feel so excited he asked himself? Just being near Ashley was like taking a Cialis pill; his cock just wouldn t go soft.
John placed his hand lightly on the small of Ashley s back guiding her out of the restaurant.
They chatted and John told Ashley about a nice new super club with a dance floor not too far away and wondered if she wanted another drink? Ashley s face lit up and she was obviously keen for the night not to end.
That sounds wonderful John.
At the club John slipped a big tip to the hostess to get a great table and then ordered a bottle of 1990 Dom.
John noticed Ashley had loved the Champagne at dinner so he decided to stick with what worked.
John was more than a little nervous to be in a club with Ashley.
She s a dancer and dancing with a dancer was always intimidating.
After a lot of chatting, laughter and teasing Ashley was in a great mood and she looked over taking John s hand under the table and giving it a squeeze.
Aren t you going to take me to dance? John chuckled nervously.
Well it s just ..
Ashley giggled and squeezed John s hand reassuringly again.
Yeah, I know .I m a dancer and .
John smiled and laughed with her.
Yeah.
That s right, you re a dancer and I ve got two left feet.
The two of them laughed and Ashley playfully pulled John up onto the dance floor.
Just as they rose the DJ put on a slow song.
Ashley leaned into John s body.
She whispered in his ear.
Saved by a slow song.
Just put your arms around me and let me lead ok? John slipped his arms around Ashley s slim firm toned young body and the feeling of being next to her was amazing.
John was just a little worried as Ashley snuggled in tight into his chest that she would feel his throbbing hard-on pushing out from the pleats in his pants.
As the two moved slowly around the dance floor they continued to chat softly, but everything now felt so much more intimate.
John was holding Ashley close, smelling her perfume, her lustrous hair tickling his nose, his hands feeling the warmth of her body, her naked skin in the oval cut-out on her back teasing his fingers.
It was as if John were being transported back twenty years and all the searing pain, all the disappointments, all the anguish, were magically gone and his soul felt pure again.
At some point during the time between dancing and sipping their Champagne they began to discuss ballet.
John told Ashley about the recent prints he had purchased from the Mad Russian .
You know the Mad Russian? Ashley looked at him.
Well the Mad Russian was Sergei, a famous London photographer who did work for the Royal Ballet and was renown for his portraits of West End actors.
The Mad Russian was particularly noted for his famous black and white nude portraits of ballerinas.
John had met Sergei while he was photographing Sotheby s auctions in Hong Kong.
They had struck up a friendship that had survived the years and the distances.
John explained that during the recent visit of the Kirov Ballet, Sergei had taken some behind the scenes shots of the ballerinas and mounted them as large four-foot by five-foot black and white prints with stunning contrast and soft lighting.
Really how many prints did you buy? John explained that he had purchased three large prints including a nude of Katerina Natovshka in the old elevator car of the Royal Ballet practice halls shot with all natural light using a Leica 1.2 lens.
Ashley was clearly intrigued and offered that it would be incredible if the Mad Russian could ever take some pictures of her.
Ashley looked at John wide-eyed.
Oh my god, those prints must be amazing.
John chuckled at Ashley s youthful enthusiasm and without thinking he blurted out.
Well you ll have to come see them sometime.
Ashley crinkled up the corners of her eyes and wriggled her nose as an irrepressible grin crossed her face.
Oh come to my chateau young lass and see my nude prints.
Ashley laughed and giggled with her mischievous smile flickering across her face and John blushed.
Oh .I .uh .well I didn t mean ..uh Ashley pretended to be cross.
You didn t? You mean you don t want to get me back to your lair? Ashley put on the meanest faux pout John had ever been fixed with in his entire life.
Now he was doubly confused about what to say to this precocious young lady who clearly had some idea of how completely smitten he had become.
Ashley quite simply had tied John in knots and he was wriggling to find any escape route.
Ashley was toying with him mercilessly and enjoying every second of his discomfort.
Ashley s bright infectious smile exited stage left as she let a further frown bear down on John.
Ashley paused enjoying this brief moment of torturing him before her smile once again returned to center stage and she reached out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
Actually I do want to see the prints.
Tonight? Do you have time? Ashley s big almond eyes looked wide and innocent as she changed tack once again, taking John by surprise yet one more time.
This girl had a way of keeping him off balance.
Ashley s reassuring squeeze of his hand settled John s nerves and they were soon exiting the club heading for his leased apartment to see the Mad Russian s prints.
Things were moving fast and it was almost like their evening had a ever-increasing momentum of its own like an avalanche picking-up boulders.
Two previously distant planets were now caught in an irresistible gravitational attraction pulling them closer and closer together towards an inevitable collision and release of heat.
Was she really nineteen and was he really forty-three? John marveled at how easy it was to just be himself with Ashley, a feeling he hadn t felt with a woman for years.
Everything felt so easy and natural? John wondered if he pinched himself would he wake up and find out this was all just a dream? As they entered the apartment John switched on the lights.
Ashley looked around and seemed pleased with what she saw.
She looked at the side table where a book rested on his Koa wood end table.
Her eyes lingered slightly on the large crystal vase filled with huge white Calla lilies.
Ashley s eyes returned to the novel.
Oh gosh, I love Norwegian Wood .
Murakami is so talented.
How far into it are you? John was so surprised Ashley had read the book.
Again he was thrown off balance and pleasantly surprised by this young attractive vixen.
Taking him by surprise seemed to be a habit with Ashley.
Oh I read it years ago.
I m re-reading it ..
John paused measuring his words carefully.
For the feeling I guess.
The feeling of the novel is so genuine.
Ashley looked at John with what seemed like a new kind of appreciation in her eyes.
Yes, I know what you mean, he creates a certain feeling, a mood? What would you call it John, that feeling? Can you give it a name? John pondered Ashley s question for a few seconds and then offered.
Young love.
John reflected a moment? Perhaps first love is more accurate? Ashley smiled considering John s reply and then turned her head and saw the print.
Oh my god is that one of them? Fuck she s gorgeous .
Ashley blushed realizing what she had blurted out.
Oh I m sorry ..I didn t mean to swear.
It s just .omg ..her body is stunning and that print ..it s so so ..AMAZING! Look at her turnout and the elevation! My god! John looked at the print and then at Ashley.
It is an incredible photograph isn t it? This was the start of another easy conversation between the two of them.
Ashley stood very close to John s body, her closeness getting him aroused again.
Ashley s proximity and her rich exotic perfume wafting to John s flaring nostrils were offering a promise perhaps of something sexual happening? John s cock flooded with blood, pulsing and throbbing, as his imagination ran wild.
John got some wine from the kitchen and they viewed the second and third prints.
John lined the three huge black and white prints up in the living room against the bone-white wall.
The two of them sat close together on the sofa to appreciate the huge prints from a distance.
Sipping their wine John put on some solo piano music from his iPod and they chatted.
At some point Ashley put her hand on John s inner thigh and the tingles flew up his body.
Each of them with imperceptive movements was inching closer and closer together, an unseen force drawing them in.
John finally nervously eased his arm behind Ashley s body on the back of the sofa.
At that point Ashley sighed as if she were tired.
John thought to him self, That s the end of the evening.
Ashley was going to want to go home now.
Instead Ashley leaned her body more closely against John s, put her head softly on his shoulder and looked up into his eyes.
Ashley s almond eyes, her long fluttering eyelashes, her perfect beauty, it all cast a magical spell that John had not felt in decades.
My mom said you were a heart breaker.
I hope you don t break mine? Ashley s eyes fixed on John s as their mouths moved closer and ever closer.
There was nothing John could do to stop it even had he wanted to.
Ashley s unwavering almond eyes held John s and it was as if a powerful super-magnet drew John irresistibly forward.
John had never wanted a woman more than this moment, except perhaps his first few times with Joyce.
The kiss that followed was transporting and John s passion exploded.
The dam holding back John s lust burst and suddenly his little head took over from his big head.
John s needs had till now been held in check, his lust had been repressed, his cock had been ignored, but now with Ashley s soft sweet lips on his, her tongue lightly and playfully probing his mouth, there was no holding him back.
John s hands began to roam Ashley s firm athletic body; his mouth devoured her mouth, his tongue tangled with her playful tongue.
Ashley began making small feminine mewing sounds in response to John s exploring touches.
John let his hands explore Ashley s curves, the firmness of her hips, the soft but firm rounded curve of her tight ass, the rise of her small breasts with just a hint of the hard button of her now hardening nipples beneath the thin black fabric.
John s cock was now pulsing and demanding the touch of Ashley s naked skin.
John could have no idea, but Ashley s pussy was throbbing with an equal level of ardor and urgent desire.
Ashley s slender hands found the thick bulge in John s pants.
With gentle grasps Ashley felt up and down assessing John s eight-inches of length and thick hardness.
As Ashley s small hand felt John s thick hardness and as she realized the intensity of his male desire to possess her little whimpers of need escaped from her throat.
John could take no more.
Lifting Ashley in his strong arms John carried her into the master bedroom.
Was this completely wrong? Was he too old for her? There was no space for these questions as the heat between the two of them, the burning need, became all consuming.
Lowering Ashley gently to her feet the two of them discarded clothes in a frenzy of lust that was almost adolescent in its abandoned haste.
The silence between them was broken only by the sound of zippers being pulled, belt buckles jangling, fabric falling into rumpled piles on the wooden floor and urgent kisses being exchanged.
As John s eyes took in Ashley s now almost naked young body his desire and lust increased exponentially.
Only a delicate black lace push-up bra covered Ashley s small firm pert young breasts and her pussy was shielded by only the tiniest triangle of black lace held in place by slender string ties with a bow at each hip.
Ashley s sexy young body and his all-consuming need stunned John and his lust overcame every reservation.
Kicking her heels off Ashley fell back, bouncing onto the bed as John pushed himself on top of her body.
John s tongue and fingers began their exploration, their journey, to discover how to bring pleasure to this exciting young woman.
This was a young woman John had fantasized about, lusted for and that he had wanted .
no .that he had NEEDED ..so badly ever since the moment he laid eyes on her that day in Harrods.
John s fingers found Ashley s small nipples underneath the lace fabric of her bra and he tweaked and rolled them softly at first.
John pressed harder as the firm little rubbery nubs hardened into light-brown pinkish points! John found the bra s front clasp and easily twisted it open to gain access to Ashley s beautiful firm mounds.
Quickly John s lusting mouth was latched onto a firm nipple sucking and nibbling and teasing.
Ashley s body was writhing underneath John s as her own desires and tingles increased by the second.
Ashley s left hand was struggling to get under the elastic waistband of John s briefs searching to find and stroke his hard cock, to hold his male member skin to skin.
John wiggled away from Ashley s hand and used his arms to pull both of Ashley s hands high above her shoulders.
Pulling Ashley s curious hand away from his aching throbbing hardness he asserted himself.
John held both of Ashley s hands locked in his grip and took control of her body with his greater male strength.
All the while John s mouth was teasing and playing with Ashley s neck, her shoulders, her pointed nipples and his soft moist lips were teasing her sensitive under arms with light kisses.
Ashley s nipples were soon rubbery and hard, pointing upward, and John s tender nibbles and tongue strokes were soon eliciting deep moans and sighs from Ashley s throat.
John s soft lips and their teasing kiss ceaselessly coursed their way across Ashley s rib cage with delicate butterfly-like touches.
John s fingers traced along Ashley s small firm breasts learning what pressure points made her body shudder and shiver beneath him.
John kneaded Ashley s small mounds, pinching her nipples with firmer and firmer pinches as her moans and shuddering body informed him it was time to increase the stimulation.
John s soft warm lips eventually reached Ashley s belly button and he played with the little indent using his long slick wet tongue to probe and tease her midriff.
Ashley s giggles and sighs and moans seemed never ending as she wriggled about in her rising ecstasy her body contorting in its desire for more, always more.
Ashley s body was twisting and torqueing to get away from the extreme pleasure being caused by John s teasing tongue and fingers, yet needing him to continue.
The contradiction, the sexual tension, bringing Ashley ever and ever closer to the female finality of her own sexuality total release! Ashley s aroused state and her extreme responsiveness brought a smile to John s face as he subjected her to more and more kisses and touches driving her ever closer and closer to her destination.
John s mouth moved lower to Ashley s hips kissing across the flat area of her hipbones with teasing light flutter kisses and little delicate teasing flicks of his tongue.
Unable to hold Ashley s hands anymore John let go and Ashley s fingers grabbed onto John s head as she fought to control the passion coursing through her body in wave after wave.
Ashley pushed down with her hands, pushing John s head lower as her female needs took control and she wanted more.
Ashley s pussy was burning to be kissed now and she needed her throbbing clit to be touched.
Ashley s fingernails dug into John s scalp as each kiss, each gentle light kiss, moved closer and closer to her young pussy, her now aching and sopping wet pussy.
John was now close enough so that the deep rich peachy fragrance of Ashley s young pussy wafted to his flaring male nostrils.
The scent of this young woman was enough to inflame his need and his cock throbbed even harder in his briefs, pulsing with surges of blood.
Normally John would tease and take his time approaching a new pussy, but his lust for Ashley was too strong and could not be contained.
John moved his lips immediately to Ashley s waiting engorged light pink pussy lips.
At first his lips confronted the rougher texture of the black lace of Ashley s panties and John rubbed his tongue over the surface, teasing the plump lips that lay below.
Using his fingers to pull on the bows tied at Ashley s hips, John released the ties and the triangle of black lace fell loose and John easily pushed it to the side with his tongue and nose.
Taking his tongue John could now trace Ashley s slit that was already slick with the creamy viscous pussy juices Ashley was secreting in her excitement.
John grabbed each side of Ashley s hips with his strong hands to stabilize her shifting hip movements.
With the touch of John s tongue on her pussy Ashley instinctively pushed her hips upward while digging her nails into his scalp seeking a deeper pleasure, a deeper pressure.
Ashley pushed John s head and mouth hard onto her pussy as she urgently sought release from her torment of need.
The build-up and teasing John had subjected Ashley to was almost too much for her.
The glorious pleasure that washed over Ashley s body as John began to flick and play with her clitoris using his soft warm tongue caused her to release loud cries of joy.
John used his hands and shoulders to pry Ashley s thighs wider apart, gaining fuller access to her sweet young pussy and its tangy nectar of juices.
John continued to minister to Ashley s clit with soft flicks, fast flicks, slow flicks, hard flicks, sideways flicks, and finally a series of up and down flicks.
John often varied his rhythm with fast, then slow, then fast again, then even slower, followed by a complete pause as Ashley approached the very edge of release.
John s fingers and tongue played with Ashley s taut young dancer s body like this again and again bringing her ever higher each time and yet backing away at the very last second before she could cum.
It seemed to Ashley that the pleasure was endless.
The teasing had to stop however as her body wanted more and her frustration was becoming unbearable.
Ashley was desperate for the release that only an orgasm would bring and to feel herself become a woman with this man whom she needed so badly.
As Ashley approached the edge of her orgasm yet again Ashley s fingers urged John on, urged him to keep going, to finally provide her the complete release she hungered for.
Ashley s fingernails dug into John s scalp and she called out as his tongue slowed, teasing her for yet another time.
Oh my god, no John!! No!! Please .let me cum.
Please let me cum!! Don t slow down! Ashley s voice was almost a whimper, her need was so intense, and her sexual frustration beyond anything she had ever known in her young years.
How could any man build her up this high she wondered? I want you to ..oh fuck yes that feels good!! Yes, more oh god yes, right there .faster yes .right there ..OOOHHH FUCK!! Ashley s words were driving John insane with lust and his cock wanted nothing more than to be inside this beautiful young woman.
John s need had never been greater than this very instant.
Yet he patiently waited as his tongue and fingers built Ashley up for one final time.
John paused and slowed his tongue s pace slightly teasing Ashley with a false direction, a change of cadence so subtle she at first didn t notice, her orgasm just retreating the smallest of amounts from the approaching precipice.
John s fingers felt Ashley s stomach muscles hard and tense, her thighs rigid with need clasping his head in a vice-like grip.
John s eyes gazed up across Ashley s firm young toned dance s body and he saw her nipples hard and pointed towards the ceiling, her long lustrous dark hair spread tangled across the white sheets, her arm muscles taut and tense, her fingers locked onto his skin awaiting the coming explosion.
The small triangle of fine dark silky hair around Ashley s pussy was black and slick, lying flat against her flawless skin, soaked with her creamy pussy juices mixed together with John s wet saliva.
As John paused, the cadence of movements from his fingers and tongue momentarily broken, he took in the view of Ashley s prostrate body, covered now in tiny beads of sweat from their heated passion.
John knew there was no sight as beautiful as this in the entire world.
A young woman s body, tense and rigid with pleasure, lying on a bed about to explode in orgasm had to be the most beautiful sight in the world for a man.
John chuckled softly to himself knowing how close Ashley was to cumming and how unbearable the pleasure of this exact moment was for a woman.
John kept his tongue and finger movements slowing for a few seconds and heard Ashley implore him to speed up.
Ashley was begging for a release, certain that John would once again deny her.
John smiled and yet he waited just a little longer.
Five seconds more he told himself.
Five second more and it should be perfect.
Fuck please John!! Oh god, PLEASE JOHN!! Don t stop .
Just when Ashley was sure John was slowing down yet again he made his move.
Just when Ashley was certain John was backing off, he did the exact opposite.
John found Ashley s clitoris now sticking straight up and engorged, a hard little pleasure button of tissue.
John wrapped his lips around Ashley s clit forming a kind of vacuum with his soft warm lips and sucked down hard while making rapid circular motions with his tongue around the sides of her cit.
John s hands grabbed hard onto Ashley s hips to stabilize her as her body jerked, shocked by his altered rapid tongue movements.
John could feel that Ashley s explosion would be huge.
He could feel the pent up tension built up in her taut athletic body like a tightly strung string about to snap.
The sudden change of John s tongue motion and its speed combined with the strong sucking, bringing even more blood to her clit, sent Ashley into a sudden wave of pleasure that consumed her more completely than any orgasm she had ever experienced in her young life.
Ashley s stomach muscles contracted into a tense washboard of hard muscles and her pussy contracted in pulsating surges.
Consumed by her orgasm s intensity Ashley s body arched into a rigid curve and her shoulders and head lifted off the bed like she was doing a stomach crunch in a pleasure that verged on pain in its intensity.
Ashley s nails were digging hard into John s skin.
A deep primordial guttural like cry was ripped from deep inside Ashley s chest and throat and released into the air.
AAAhhhhhh UgggghhhHHHHHhhhhh ..oh, oh, OH .
OH FUCK!!!! OH YES!!! YES JOHN .OMG YES JOHN OH SHIT ..FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD .DON T STOP .DON T STOP!!! John moved his tongue to flick right over the top of Ashley s clitoris now and he moved it with faster and faster flicks while simultaneously he employed more downward pressure.
At the same time John had moved one hand to Ashley s pussy and inserted a finger inside its tight smooth warm walls.
With this finger inside Ashley s pussy John at first flicked rapidly from side to side.
When John sensed that Ashley was at the very peak of her orgasm, her female cries frantic, he moved this finger up behind her clitoris at the top of her vagina, just behind the entrance, and made fast circles against the soft sensitive vagina wall tissue with his finger.
John felt Ashley s body suddenly contort with one, two three ..massive convulsions in response to his deft touch.
Ashley s body shook violently as John felt her muscles shudder and her thighs tremble against his skin.
Ashley s thighs held John s head in a vice-like grip as she was fully consumed by her sudden total release.
John used his other hand to stabilize Ashley s body the best he could to keep his mouth in contact with her wet pussy while her writhing hips shifted constantly.
John slowed his tongue and he removed his finger from Ashley s pussy slowly.
Ashley drifted into the afterglow of her first massive orgasm with little whimpers and gentle sounds still coming from her mouth.
John pulled his face, now covered in her slick juices away from her delicate pink pussy lips and he softly made kisses on her firm mound to let her drift down slowly.
Ashley s hands pulled on John s shoulders urging him to come up and hold her in his strong arms.
Ashley had a new kind of female need now.
Ashley needed to feel John inside her, to feel connected, to feel fulfilled as a young woman by making her man become part of her.
John felt sudden pangs of guilt.
He was too old.
She was too young.
How could he explain this? How could this be right? Ashley sensed John s hesitation, his doubts, and she took John in her arms with a warm feminine embrace.
Ashley possessed a feminine certainty that gave her confidence and her lithe young body entwined with John s, her legs wrapping around him trapping his hardness against her softness.
Ashley took John s body against hers without any doubts and she held him.
John s nose now smelled her perfume again mixed now with the sex smells of their two mingled bodies and his doubts also began to drift away.
Ashley s hand gently stroked John s head and massaged his neck reassuringly and their bodies fit together like a lock and key.
Ashley spoke some soft words of gentle encouragement; John couldn t quite recall what Ashley had said he was so dazed by his lust.
Ashley s hand reached down between their warm bodies and held his long thick hard cock, positioning his hardness at her tight entrance.
Ashley whispered in John s ear, her moist lips so teasing, and her warm moist breath so arousing.
Push in John.
I need you inside me so badly.
Please! Complete me, fill me.
Well whatever reservations John may have had, whatever final questions may have lingered, they were gone like a puff of smoke in a gentle breeze.
John shifted to the side and pulled a condom out of his side drawer and quickly rolled it over his eight inches of male need.
John then shifted his hips forward and the feeling as he entered Ashley s tight pussy was beyond glorious.
To finally be inside beautiful young Ashley, her tight slick pussy grasping his male hardness, to have their bodies linked, to feel her arousal as he thrust forward, her soft female receptiveness responding to and enveloping his hard maleness.
John s arousal built higher and higher with the friction of their naked skin on skin and the tingles rising from his loins and his thrusting cock.
There was no stopping John now, his thrusts becoming deeper and faster as his lust built and his ambiguous thoughts completely disappeared in a haze of simple carnal fucking.
The clarity of the moment took over and everything became just John s male lust for Ashley.
The male need to propagate, the human need to find your other, consumed him in its blazing fire.
Ashley s fingernails digging into John s skin Ashley simply clung onto John s muscular and thrusting body as he pounded into her again and again in lurching spasms of unrestrained male desire.
Ashley was simply John s goddess vessel and she was there to receive him, to take him into her and to allow him to join with her in a celestial union.
Ashley was thrilled by John s body s total need to fill her and as he thrust Ashley felt her tingles building once again.
Ashley stroked John s hair and clung on to his thrusting body, her slight body trembling each time he thrust forward slamming into her.
Ashley s arms wrapped around John s neck, her legs wrapped around his hips, feeling John s male force above her, feeling his hardness filling her like a woman Ashley was content.
OH GOD JOHN ..Fuck that feels good!! Oh god ..YES! Fuck you re big oh god yes that feels so good!! Oh god you re so big .fuck that feels amazing! Ashley s panting; her deep moans, her gentle whimpers and her uncontrolled cries excited John even more as his cock throbbed and burned in rising excitement.
John was getting closer and closer to his orgasm.
It was at that moment Ashley whispered in his ear again.
I uggh .ahhh ..I ..I ve John ..OH GOD .I ve never Ashley was breathless as the vigorous lovemaking was consuming her again and her breathing had become ragged with John s huge deep thrusts forcing her to exhale sometimes with their urgency and potent power.
I ve never ..well ..OH GOD YES HARDER ..I ve .
Ashley s fingernails dug into John s shoulders as she approached her second orgasm.
Ashley held on feeling their bodies rocking now in a steady rhythm as her pussy built with each successive thrust from John s hips, his cock driving deep and her clit grinding into his pubic bone.
John I ve never felt .
so connected to a man before.
With those softly spoken words John flew over the edge.
He desperately grabbed on to Ashley s slim body and drove forward with his hips, his cock driving deep into Ashley s pulsing tight young pussy in a frenzy of urgent thrusts.
John cried out from deep in his throat as his balls contracted and his hot sperm shot out in a burning burst.
Feeling John s release triggered Ashley s own orgasm as she felt his contagious excitement flood her body and her pussy began to contract in wild spasms of feminine ecstasy.
Ashley s fingernails ripped deep into John s skin, scaring his back and drawing blood as she fought the convulsions of pleasure that racked her body in spasm after spasm as the waves engulfed her.
Ashley s hips thrust up violently to meet John s cadence of love, her wild hip thrusts meeting John s in a rhythm that took her clitoris beyond any orgasm she could ever recall.
The two lovers lost any feeling of separateness as their bodies melded into one writhing mass of sweaty flesh, their hungry mouths sucking on each other, their teasing tongues tangled, John s thick cock impaling Ashley s contracting tight young pussy, his arms locking her slim body against his strong broad chest.
In that instant the two of them were not individuals fated to separate lonely existences, they had become one, singular, indivisible in their passion, a fused cell.
The afterglow from their release was almost more pleasurable than the torrid release itself.
The two lovers held each other and let their fingers entwine and probe and make gentle touches as they explored each other s bodies completely.
Soft words, soft touches, gentle teasing, giggles and laughter, kisses, eyes deeply locked, noses smelling new smells, the feel of naked skin against naked skin, the comforting warmth from another body.
The perfection of the moment cannot be described.
Young Ashley s effect on John was such that soon enough he was hard again.
This time there was no rush or urgency.
Ashley took John s cock into her soft warm mouth, wrapping her lips around his purplish engorged cockhead and teased him for a long time with sucking, licking, and gentle touching.
John in turn licked Ashley s sweet young pussy getting her aroused once again with a long session of softly building her needs with his tongue and fingers.
Ashley finally straddled John s body and put John s big thick cock inside her tight young tingling pussy and the two of them just enjoyed the feeling of being together, of being connected.
Slowly they let their feelings build before they once again came together, this time in a softer but just as pleasing mutual orgasm.
The next three weeks were like a blur for John.
Ashley came over every day until after a few days she slept over and they were able to wake up together and share the morning sunlight beckoning a new day.
Their bodies were insatiable and the lovemaking was frenzied and soft, fast and slow, urgent and languid.
Their desire was only to be together, to be connected, to hold hands, to touch, to kiss, to smell each other, to taste each other, to be tangled.
You could say they fucked because sometimes the need was so burning there is nothing else you could call the frantic coupling they engaged in.
An uncontrollable lusting of two bodies joined and rubbing together to sate their sexual needs.
John once took Ashley and fucked her in the bathroom of a two star Michelin restaurant, lifting her mini skirt and pulling her soaking wet panties to the side to drive his big cock into her.
They simply could not wait to get home and the fucking had been so fast and intense they both blushed when it was over.
Ashley once pulled John s cock out and gave him a blowjob in a parking lot when she could not wait to get home to taste him and feel his hardness throbbing between her soft lips.
And yet other times their sessions were surely lovemaking as they spent hours in bed and listened to soft music together, laughed together, giggled together and slowly built each other to the release they both needed and then gently held each other in the warm afterglow.
Sometimes John would need to do meetings and would be away for a few hours.
Sometimes Ashley would be at class or would mysteriously disappear for a few hours.
These brief times apart would only fuel their passion further and usually when they reunited they would both be smiling and heading in a rather rushed manner towards the bedroom discarding clothing as fast as they could.
In the fourth week of being together Ashley finally said to John in bed one day.
My mother wants to see you.
John s nerves suddenly were alert.
He wondered what this could mean.
Ashley felt her lover s body tense next to her.
Don t be so worried John.
She s not a mean witch you know.
She won t bite you.
She s glad we are friends.
Ashley giggled and tickled John s ribs to calm him.
They playfully wrestled in bed, tossing and turning, and their play soon turned into another session of lovemaking.
John s cock was soon inside Ashley s tight pussy thrusting towards release.
Ashley flipped John over on his back and rode his body, her thighs astride his hips, her fingers on his chest teasing his nipples as her hips thrust and her body arched in passionate female desire.
Shuddering Ashley came in a huge orgasm as John pushed his hips up towards her and shot his load into her slick tight young pink pussy.
Later cradling Ashley in his arms John anxiously asked Ashley if her mother knew they were lovers.
No I haven t told her yet.
She hasn t been feeling well.
She just knows we ve met and that I think you re nice.
Ashley s cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she blushed.
But I will tell her darling.
We can tell her together.
I m so happy to be with you.
I think I love you.
The words seared themselves on John s brain.
I think I love you.
It had been years since John had heard those words and even more years since he had WANTED to hear those words.
The feeling John felt inside is hard to describe.
He was confused.
John was being tossed and turned by emotions as strong as a typhoon.
John wanted to do the right thing.
To tell Ashley he was too old for her.
To tell her this wasn t right.
To tell her she had her whole life in front of her.
John wanted to say all those things, but instead Ashley s big almond eyes caught him and held him, her lashes batting, waiting desperately for his reply.
Every second of silence that ticked by felt like an hour to young Ashley, the second hand pounding in her brain like Big Ben.
John had no time to think and had to go with his gut.
I love you too darling.
John whispered the inevitable words softly, kissing Ashley delicately on the nose, his brown eyes locked onto hers.
Ashley s nervous tension dissipated and she smiled pulling her body tightly against John s as she clung to his body with the all-consuming need only first love can bring.
It is one of the scariest moments when a young girl tells a man she loves him for the first time and waits for his reply.
Their connection at this moment was so strong and intense, their hearts pounding hard against their chests beating with a single rhythm.
John s mind swirled as he wondered at what he had just said.
The thing about words was that it was impossible to take them back once they have been set free.
There was no putting the genie back in the bottle.
Ashley cuddled softly into John s larger and much more muscular body as she teased him and giggled happily.
Ashley s world was now held secure in the words John had just uttered.
He loves me.
Ashley thought wondrously to herself her head spinning with happiness.
Finally Ashley put her lips to John s ears and whispered ever so gently.
I want you to fuck me again.
I love it when you lose yourself inside me John.
I feel like you re mine when I feel you inside me filling me up as a woman.
Ashley smiled like a Cheshire cat knowing the control she had over this older, confident, intelligent man who needed her so badly.
He would do anything for me Ashley thought proudly.
Ashley was so glad she had finally found a man who made her feel secure and connected.
When she was with John she felt different, she felt like a woman and not a young silly girl anymore.
I never thought you would say you loved me.
It s made me so horny.
I didn t realize being in love made a girl so horny? Did you John? Ashley giggled and reached down to grab John s now rapidly hardening thick cock.
Ashley could not repress her giggles or the happiness welling up inside her.
Ashley s heart was content and full and now she wanted her pussy as full as her contented heart.
Ashley wanted her man inside her, filling her, completing her.
MMMMmmm I love calling you my lover.
John desperately wanted to be inside Ashley now and he reached over for the square plastic package, ripped it open with his teeth and began slipping on the condom.
Ashley s slender hand reached out and paused his hand.
Tonight darling I don t want anything to separate us.
I need you inside me completely.
John was in a daze of love as Ashley took his thick engorged cockhead and rubbed it slowly against her delicate pink pussy lips covering his thick purple cockhead with her slick creamy viscous juices.
Positioning John s cockhead at her tight pussy entrance Ashley sighed a contented sigh.
Say you love me again? Please? Ashley looked at John with her big round pleading almond eyes, her need to be joined to him so evident.
There was no turning back now even had John considered that option.
I love you baby! John held Ashley and pushed forward and the two of them slowly entwined their warm bodies into one, nothing separating them.
They slowly made love with a connection that was now even stronger and more intense than the past three weeks.
How could those few words, I love you make such a huge difference? And yet making love this time felt a world apart.
When they came together, their bodies jerking and clinging one to the other, the two of them had small tears in their eyes.
John could feel Ashley s body softly shaking with gentle sobs of happiness as he held her after her orgasm his hard cock still inside her body.
John stroked Ashley s head and calmed her with words of love and gentle touches.
They both drifted off into a deep sleep in each other s arms.
The next day they were off to see Ashley s mother Joyce.
To say John was nervous was an understatement.
He was full of questions, but Ashley was enigmatic and would answer none.
How would Joyce react after all these years John wondered? And how would she feel about him dating her daughter? How would he be able to explain it to her? They took a London Black Cab and Ashley held John s hand tightly the whole way.
The sky was slate grey; a membrane of clouds was hanging low and a cool breeze was blowing.
Ashley was wearing tight jeans and a tight pink top and platform sandals and had pulled her hair back with hair slides.
Ashley looked younger than John had imagined and he felt somewhat guilty holding her hand in public.
What do people think he wondered, but his cock was hard? The two lovers would sneak reassuring furtive glances and kisses with each other in the back of the cab as nerves got the better of each of them.
Ashley s mother knew she liked older men, but Ashley had never brought home a man quite as old as John.
Plus John had been married to one of her mother s friends and Ashley didn t quite know how her mom would take that.
Ashley was terribly nervous, but she was sure her mom would be happy for her.
After all, it wasn t every day a girl found a man as special as John.
When the cab finally pulled up in front of St.
Thomas Hospital at the end of Westminster Bridge, Big Ben towering across the river in the distance, John was confused.
John looked at Ashley, but she simply gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and pulled him out of the cab.
As they walked towards the hospital s main entrance Ashley finally explained.
She held John s hand tightly as the words were released from her mouth.
Ashley was clearly upset and nervous and John was trying his best not to add to her distress.
You see John.
My mother is ill.
Actually very ill.
The two lovers walked on through the hospital corridors they were soon entering the oncology ward.
My mother has breast cancer and it has spread.
Ashley tightly squeezed John s hand nervously.
She didn t want me to tell you so that s why I told you she was traveling.
Actually she hasn t told many people.
At first we thought she could beat it.
Ashley turned to look up at John, a glistening tear forming in the corner of her eye.
And now? John asked in a soft and caring voice.
The expression on Ashley s face told all.
John knew the situation he was walking into was not good.
As they walked down the pale green corridor John wondered why so many hospitals were painted these depressing pale pastel colors.
Before his thoughts could go anywhere Ashley pulled up in front of a door.
Ashley gently pulled her hand out of John s.
Ashley looked sideways at him and they both understood.
It s best we tell her first.
John looked back with concern on his face.
Yes, I agree darling.
We shouldn t shock her.
Ashley turned and John could see her physically collect herself and prepare to enter the room.
The anxiety that had covered Ashley s face was wiped away and replaced with an imposed smile.
This young girl was clearly doing her best to not add to her mother s distress.
John likewise prepared himself to enter the room, not knowing how his old lover would receive him.
Ashley pushed on the pale green door.
As John followed Ashley and walked slowly into the room the dim lighting and the smell of medicine hung in the air like an ominous warning.
The face that looked back at John from the steel-framed bed was not anything like the Joyce he had known.
Her big eyes no longer sparkled with life, but instead were dulled by heavy doses of painkillers.
Joyce s skin was pale, pallid and colorless and her hair was gone, her baldhead partially covered by a pale blue scarf.
Yet for all the devastation cancer and chemicals had ravaged on her body, a hint of Joyce s former stunning beauty still shone through.
Joyce barely acknowledged John s presence, but her eyes took on a tiny spark of life at the sight of her beautiful daughter and her hand reached out weakly towards the flesh of her flesh.
Honey, you came to see me.
Ashley rushed forward and took her mother s hand.
The love between the two of them was so evident and clear.
John almost felt embarrassed to be present the moment was so intimate.
Ashley leaned down and hugged her mother.
I love you mommy.
Mother and daughter began to chat and then Ashley turned to look at John her eyes beaming proudly.
That moment when a young woman introduces her mother to the man she loves is certainly a very special moment.
John was standing and waiting patiently and he waited for Joyce to speak first.
Joyce finally spoke.
Well John it has been a long time.
So many times over the years I have thought of calling you, but ..well Joyce paused, her body so weak that speaking like this was difficult for her.
You know how it is.
Raising a child on your own.
One thing after another and the years have slipped by.
John was shocked by Joyce s dissipated state and he needed to collect himself once again to prevent his shock from showing.
Well I did try to contact you a few times .
The conversation went on like this for a while.
The exchange of small talk and unimportant details of everyday life leading them no closer to the huge questions that hung heavy in the air.
Finally Joyce turned to her daughter.
Darling, can you go to the cafeteria and bring mommy a tea? English Breakfast mom? The doctor says Darjeeling is better for my tummy.
Milder honey.
Bring me a cup of Darjeeling.
Thanks sweetie.
Not too much sugar.
Ashley smiled at her mom and looked nervously towards John for his consent to depart and leave him alone with her mom.
John nodded ever so slightly and with that Ashley reluctantly let go of her mother s hand and left the room.
As the door softly closed Joyce pushed with her arms, using her elbows for support, and did her best to wriggle her frail body higher up onto the pillows to sit higher up.
Joyce turned her face weakly towards John and spoke in a faint voice.
John we don t have much time.
My daughter will be back soon.
John nodded and Joyce continued as rapidly as she could in her weakened state.
Joyce explained she was happy that he had met her daughter.
Joyce said she had intended several times over the years to call him and introduce him to her daughter, but the pain of their parting had just been too great.
John tried to interject and offer an apology for his long ago transgression.
Look John let s not get into that now.
I m very ill and there is no time.
I simply don t have the energy.
It s water under the bridge okay.
The only thing that matters now is Joyce, do you understand? John nodded and gave up his pathetic attempt to make amends for his terrible and unforgiveable actions those many years ago.
There s something I need to say to you.
Joyce continued.
John thought to himself how he needed to say so much to Joyce.
How could he explain it to her he wondered? They had been lovers once, so many years ago, but now he loved her daughter.
Worse, he was sleeping with her daughter.
How do you tell a woman you once loved that you are spending every night in bed with her beautiful young daughter, teasing her young daughter s nipples, kissing her young daughter s mouth, your tongue tangled in passion with her daughter s young tongue, sticking your hard thick long cock into her daughter s tight young pussy? The hard cock that had once given the mother shuddering orgasms was now doing the same for her young daughter.
This was not an easy thing to say.
John was lost for words and didn t quite know how to broach the subject.
Joyce seemed to almost faint, the strain of this conversation on her weakened body was so great.
Joyce focused and looked John seriously in the eyes with an intensity that unsettled him.
I should have told you this years ago, but I didn t think you deserved to know.
John interjected.
Look Joyce, before you go on there is something I need to tell you first.
John so much wanted to get the guilt off his chest.
He was bursting to tell Joyce that he was in love with her daughter and that he wanted nothing more than to be with Ashley.
Once he had cleared the air over his relationship with her daughter John was sure he could handle whatever fall-out or reaction Joyce might have.
Joyce s eyes stopped him cold.
John, look I don t have the time or the energy.
I need to say what I have to say, okay.
John nodded.
Joyce looked at him with an even more serious look.
You are going to need to take care of Ashley for me.
Was that it? John s heart leaped and a weight was lifted from his tight chest.
Of course he would take care of Ashley.
He was in love with Ashley and Ashley was in love with him.
John could see the terrible concern in Joyce s face and he felt her tangible love for her daughter.
John wanted to jump in and assure Joyce that everything would be okay and he would take care of Ashley.
He was about to speak when Joyce continued.
Actually you have to take care of Ashley.
The slightly different wording Joyce had used the second time confused John and he searched her face to discern her meaning.
Well of course Joyce .I ..
John paused collecting his thoughts.
What I mean John, or what I meant to tell you, is that ..
John waited confused slightly by Joyce s line of thought.
You have to take care of her because ..
Joyce paused again seeming to collect herself for a final effort.
because Ashley is your daughter.
The last word fell like an axe and sliced through John s world cleaving it in half like the axe that removed Anne Boleyn s head.
At that exact moment the door opened and cute Ashley stood framed in the doorway looking so young and sexy, warm yellow light casting highlights in her hair.
Ashley was holding a steaming Styrofoam cup of tea for her mommy.
To be continued Continue reading My Best Friend’s Daughter: Part I-Temptation
Beth2
As they were on their way to the cinema, Derek began chatting away, I haven t been to flicks in such along time.
I think the missus and me last went about ten year ago.
Oh Beth I wish you d wore more cloth s, I m getting stiff again already and I only dropped me muck an hour ago.
Beth looked absolutely stunning.
All she was wearing was a very tight pair of hot pants, a boob-tube top and a pair of flip-flops.
Beth replied, well your stiffy is going to be pleasured till It drops off tonight, I just love sucking a big cock out in public and I ve got a feeling your cock is going to be hitting the back of my throat before this film is finished.
Aye well that sounds delightful but you ve got to remember I m getting old and I cant keep it going for as long as I used to, so just go gentle with me.
Derek had asked Beth to cover her pretty little feet as they got him so riled up but Beth wore her flip-flops, as it was a hot night.
Beth suggested that Derek pick which film, as she would have her head in his lap for most of it.
Derek chose a film called piranha 3D as the poster for it showed lots of girls in skimpy bikinis.
He brought tickets for the luxury seats right at the back of the cinema.
They sat down and put their 3D glasses on.
This 3D stuff will blow your mind Derek, I can believe you ve never seen a 3D film.
The film will blow your mind and I will blow your cock, hoe does that sound honey? That sounds dead nice that does love, my cock s throbbing like a sore thumb already.
As the film was starting Beth slipped her flip-flops off.
Derek was unaware as he was watching the film and saying things like, this is amazing this, and I keep thinking things are coming out of the screen.
Its dead good this.
As Derek continued to talk rubbish Beth lay side ways on her chair with her back on the armrest and placed her bare feet on Derek s lap.
Derek looked down at them and said, oh bleeding heck, here her we go again, Just play with them if you want Derek and enjoy the film.
Beth and Derek were the only ones in the back row as there weren t many people in the cinema.
He began rubbing her toes and caressing her feet.
He played and fiddled with them for about fifteen minutes and then lifted one of her feet up and inhaled deeply through his nose taking in the scent of Beth s spectacular little feet.
He then pulled her toes apart and got his tongue right in there, licking right in-between her toes.
Beth heard him whisper, Fuck me side ways I cant take it any longer, my plums are swelling, the bastards will explode in a minute.
He stood up and whipped his trousers and pants off and took off his shoes and socks.
He sat back down again, grabbed Beth s feet and glided the soles of one of her feet over his bell-end.
Holding his cock still with one hand and rubbing Beth s foot over his slimy cock-end with the other.
Oh work them tootsies pet, work them all over the head, nice and slow now babe we ve got all night.
Beth could feel the pre-cum oozing out of his cock; it was everywhere as it was trickling down his knob.
He grabbed her big toe and began vigorously rubbing it on the tip of his cock.
Derek was in ecstasy now and had his head laid back on the chair and was muttering, oh Bethany, your cute little tootsies are breath-taking, their making my cock dribble, oooohhhhh, this is heaven.
Aye love, slip them hot pants off.
Beth stood up and slipped off her hot pants and sat back in the same position.
Derek crammed his bell-end in-between Beth s toes, then reached over and ran a finger up and down her slit.
He then gave her clit a little rub and sank his finger deep into her vagina.
As he was doing this Beth was tensing her toes which was squeezing Derek s bell-end as it was still crammed in-between them.
Derek sank his finger deep in Beth s fuck hole and began moving his finger around in a circular motion.
He pulled it out and sucked the sweet fanny batter off his finger.
He was now really aroused and he was saying things like, oh Beth, your fanny juice taste so fucking good, give that cock a squeeze in-between those toes, God I feel so fucking good.
By gum pet, that s fucking champion that.
I want to taste your arse hole.
He then inserted a finger deep into Beth s arse hole and held it there and wiggled his finger.
He pulled it out and stuck the finger in his mouth.
aaaarrrrrr, your arse hole taste so fucking good Beth, ooooohhhh that s incredible.
He asked Beth to sit on his lap.
She sat right on his cock and pulled his head into her breasts.
He was inhaling deeply taking in Beth s overpowering scent of sex and perfume, oh Beth you smell so good babe, you smell good enough to eat.
Beth reached down and slipped Derek s cock in to her pussy as he pulled her top down and began franticly sucking on her rock hard nipples.
His cock was so slippery it slid in nicely, he didn t move it, and it just rested there in Beth s warm, tight, hole.
He began muttering, oh just let my cock rest there, oh it feels so fucking good just resting in your tight hole, these tits are fucking mint, I could suck on these babies all night long.
God my balls are beginning to ache Beth.
He was sucking on those tits like his life depended on it and then Beth began to wiggle her bum a little which caused Derek s cock to start brushing on Beth s pussy walls.
Derek was now squeezing Beth s tits and sucking on her ear lobe.
As Beth began wiggling about with Derek s cock in her pussy hole Derek whispered in her ear, fuck I cant take it any longer, I m boiling over here love, please Beth, get your head down there and finish me off, get my one eyed monster nice and wet with your pretty little mouth.
Beth reached into her handbag and grabbed a wet-wipe, knelt down in-between Derek s legs and wiped away all the pre-cum.
It was oozing out everywhere; it was drooling goo all the way down to his balls.
When she had finish she lifted his cock and gently starting kissing his balls.
He began juddering and saying, fuck your lips feel good on my ball-bag, ooooohhhhh, kiss them like you were kissing a babies bum.
She kissed his balls very gently, over and over again.
She then started kissing the underside of his cock, all the way up to the tip and back down again.
She did this for a few minutes, kissing and brushing her lips up and down his cock and down to his balls.
Then all of a sudden as she reached the top she began kissing his exposed bell-end.
He was in dream land now and whispering, oh you cock tease, that s fucking teasing it that is, you ve got him excited now love, its going to chuck some muck all over you in a minute, oh tease that pee hole.
Derek now had his legs as wide as they would go and his feet in the air as they rested on the tops of the seats in front.
Beth then wiped away the pre-cum again as it was drooling out everywhere.
She then stuck out her tongue and flicked Derek s pee hole with the tip.
He nearly hit the ceiling and let out an, Mary mother of God, ooohhhhh, flick it, flick it all over.
Beth began running the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, up and down, up and down.
Derek was shaking all over and saying, that s right babe, lick that stiffen, lick it like a lollipop, pretend it s a stick of rock, lick it like it was an ice cream, fuck I cant take this any longer.
Now get that tongue on me nut-sac.
Beth began flicking and licking his balls as she cupped them in her hand.
She then used her other hand to massage the shaft of his slimy bell-end.
Derek said, Oh that s the ticket, massage that banjo string, fuck that tongue feels good on me acorns.
Fucking hell Beth, no ones ever done this to me before in my life.
Just as he said that Beth gobbled up his entire nut-sac.
The whole thing was in her mouth as she began sucking on it.
Derek was now in ecstasy as he put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her face on to his balls.
He was completely delirious now and saying, oh yes, oh fucking yes, gobble on those balls, get those gums round me plums, suck on them nuts baby, fucking suck them hard, fuck they feel nice in your mouth, gobble, gobble, gobble them plums.
Keep on doing that baby and give my helmet a good squeeze.
Beth squeezed his helmet as she sucked his ball-bag.
Beth love, please finish me off.
Stick my ice pop in your gob and give it a fucking good suck.
Beth grabbed another wet wipe to clean his helmet and as she was doing so Derek was saying, come on honey, suck me dry, suck like an ice pop, I want to cover you in my baby batter.
Beth then gobbled his whole cock right down to the base as she pulled his fore skin back so far he felt like his banjo string would snap she then slowly slid it out till her lips were round the tip of his cock and started sucking on it real hard.
Derek was near boiling point now and saying, ah, ah, ah, ah, that s fucking magic that, God I ve never felt so good, suck it, fucking suck it, that s it suck on that big purple mushroom.
Pretend you re at the seaside sucking on a big stick of rock, pretend it s the nicest lollipop you ve ever had.
He began thrusting in and out of Beth s mouth as she kept her lips tightly clamped around his cock.
Oh yes, oh yes, I can feel my helmet hitting the back of your throat.
Oh baby here it comes, its going to be messy, I m going to cover you with me baby batter, Jesus Joseph and GGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAA Beth pulled his cock out of mouth and jerked him off, giving his helmet a vigorous wanking as he spunked on her tits.
He went tense all over as he cum.
He slumped in his seat after and started saying, fuck what just happened, Jesus Christ Beth I thought you were going to suck the bastard right off of me then.
Jesus me heads spinning.
They got a few strange looks from people as they exited the cinema.
They must have heard Derek s mutterings of pleasure.
My Daughter the Cheerleader – Chapter 4
My Daughter the Cheerleader Chapter 4 Mom and Dad love daughter This is a continuation, as indicated by the title.
It was Saturday night.
The girls were in bed, except for Addie, who was still out with LD.
Beth and I were having a glass of wine on the patio, listening to the sounds of the warm evening and chatting about the recent events with our beautiful daughter Addie.
The mirror had worked just as I planned.
We were discussing how hot it was to watch our beautiful daughter as she masturbated and how much she favored Beth.
I said, Honey, I noticed that seeing Addie naked was turning you on.
I saw you rubbing your pussy! Beth responded, Rick, she is so beautiful, and reminds me so much of myself at her age.
I just wanted to help her have a big orgasm.
Is that wrong? I said, Darling, just as wrong as me wanting her so much and loving the blow job she gave me.
But it is what it is! I could not blame you if you wanted to kiss her sweet pussy, because I want to do it myself! Beth smiled and squeezed my hand, and said, Maybe we should invite her into our bedroom for a little chat tonight when she gets home.
I said, The last time she came into our bedroom with me, she tried to fuck me and wound up giving me a blow job.
My cock is hard now just thinking about it.
Our conversation was interrupted as Addie came out of the house onto the patio.
I m home, she said.
Did you two have fun? Beth asked.
Yes,” responded Addie, just a movie and some popcorn.
I tried to get him to come in but he said he was tired and had to get up early to help his dad with a project.
I really needed him to stay for a while, and…
She stopped right there and both Beth and I knew what she was not saying.
Beth said, Honey, your dad and I were just going up.
Why don t you come up to our bedroom and let s continue our chat? I replenished our wine as we moved from the patio.
Addie started shedding her clothes as we were walking up the stairs, as she always has done.
I think in another life she was a nudist! She looked over her shoulder and said, I ll just be a minute, mom.
I need to get ready for bed.
Beth and I dressed for bed; me in just jockey style shorts.
Beth threw on a red, sheer negligee that just barley covered her ass.
Her tits were clearly visible and her trimmed pussy was peaking out from under the edge as she moved.
I was hard instantly.
Beth smiled and said, My, my, Sailor.
Have you been out to sea long? I responded, Honey, am I that obvious? Beth said, Babe, your hard cock is sticking out of the top of your shorts, as she giggled.
Addie burst into the room wearing the robe she had on earlier.
It was tied in the front, but I could tell she had on no bra and panties.
Her big tits bounced as she strode over and hugged her mom.
Mom, that is a beautiful negligee , she said, Can I wear it sometimes? You look so beautiful in it! Beth was still hugging her close.
Beth kissed her on both cheeks and then on the lips.
Of course you can wear it sometimes sweetheart , she said, You would look gorgeous in it! Addie said, Mom, I could never look as gorgeous as you! Then Addie kissed Beth on the lips, as they continued to hug.
I was standing there observing, with my cock throbbing like a school boy after getting his first kiss.
Wow! They looked like twins; both blond, blue eyed and beautiful.
As they continued to hug, I heard Beth say, Honey, what you did to dad yesterday…
Before Beth could finish the sentence, Addie started in, Mom, oh mom, let me explain! No, no,” Beth said, You do not need to explain.
Dad explained it all to me.
I just wanted you to know that I was not mad, that s all.
And she smiled and kissed Addie again on the mouth.
It was a long kiss this time.
Not a motherly kiss.
I could see Addie kissing back.
I walked up behind Addie and put my arms around them both and hugged in tight, my stone hard cock pressing firm against Addie s tight ass.
With my head over her shoulder, Addie broke from kissing Beth and turned her head and kissed me hard and slipped her tongue into my mouth.
Addie broke first and moaned, Oh Dad! Oh Mom! I love you both so much.
Then she kissed Beth again, this time I could see the tongues in motion.
It was a long kiss.
She broke and I kissed Beth and then Addie.
I had my arms around them both and my hands on Beth s ass, pulling her toward Addie as I was pushing my hard cock against Addie s ass.
I reached up and slid the negligee off Beth s shoulders and it fell, caught in the squeeze of the bodies.
Then I pull Addie s robe off her shoulders and we all backed off enough to let the garments fall to the floor.
Standing together nude, Beth and Addie started kissing again.
I dropped my shorts to the floor.
As Addie was kissing Beth, I started kissing Addie all over the neck and upper back.
I rubbed my hands along her sides and then felt the curve of her ass, my cock hot against her back.
I put my hand between her legs to feel her pussy and mine found Beth s, her fingers already probing Addie s wet pussy.
I grabbed my hard cock and pushed it between Addie s well lubed legs.
Beth felt my cock and held it between Addie s dripping pussy lips as I slide it back and forth, sawing against her hot pussy.
Addie broke from deep kisses with Beth and moaned, You two! Mom! Dad! I m cumming! I m cumming! I m cumming! Then she shuddered and shook as we all hugged each other with a tight squeeze.
We stood there for a moment, all damp from perspiration, with my blood still pumping into my cock, thumping like a bass drum.
Beth then said, That was so nice Honey, now I need one just like that! I suggested we move over to the bed.
Addie said, Dad, I won t be able to walk with that log between my legs! Then she turned and kissed me again, rubbing her big tits all over my chest.
Come on , she said, Mom and I need to take care of that hard cock before you faint from lack of blood to your head! She smiled and took both our hands as we moved to the bed.
Addie sat down on the bed and asked Beth to stand in front of her.
She put her arms around Beth and held an ass cheek in each hand.
She pulled Beth forward and started to kiss Beth all over the belly.
She kissed lower and pulled Beth tight against her mouth as she licked Beth s pussy.
Beth held the back of Addie s head and tried to roll her ass forward to make her pussy more accessible.
Addie was working Beth s pussy with her fingers as she sucked on her Mom s clit.
Beth was moaning, Oh baby! Oh baby! That is so good.
I moved behind Beth and put my arms around her and massaged her tits while tweaking her diamond hard nipples.
I ran my erect cock up between her legs and was sawing on her pussy lips as Addie was licking and sucking her pussy.
Oh Honey! Oh Honey! Beth screamed out.
Sweetie, I said, Not so loud.
You ll wake the kids! Oh Darling , she moaned, This is so fucking great! I am going to cum! With that, she started shaking and her knees nearly buckled.
I held her for another minute as she finished trembling.
Oh sweetie, I love you so much , she said, as she bent over and started tongue kissing Addie.
I could wait no longer and took this as an opportunity to slide my cock into Beth s drenched pussy.
I started pumping in and out slowly.
Beth stopped me.
Wait Honey! , she said, It s Addie s turn.
Addie grabbed my cock and pulled me toward the bed.
She moved back and I lay down on my back.
Beth, sitting next to me, feet under ass, was slowly stroking my cock.
It hurt it was so ready.
Addie straddled me and slowly slid down my aching cock, as Beth directed it into the Addie s tight pussy.
I was a little surprised at how tight Addie s pussy felt.
LD has such a massive cock and I had seen him stretching her pussy out.
I guess at 16, they snap back pretty quickly.
With Beth cuddling my balls, Addie settled all the way down on my aching cock.
I could not believe how beautiful she looked sitting with my cock fully engorged in her hot pussy.
She looked down at me, smiled and said, Daddy, I told you it was not over! Then she started fucking me and fucking me and fucking me.
She fucked me until I could not hold it any longer.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, just like LD did, and held her down as I thrust my throbbing cock into her womb! I shot load after load of cum into her open womb as she moaned: Oh Dad! Oh DAD! Oh Daddy, I m cumming.
I m cumming! and she collapsed on my chest.
We were heaving chest to chest.
She looked up at me and I kissed her deeply.
I love you,” I said as I looked into her beautiful blue eyes.
Beth said, Now it s my turn.
I knew this was going to be a great night!
Friend Zone
Friend Zone View Author’s Copyright Information I am literally, always Stuck in the friend zone I m always here To be phoned.
I want to see you have the best.
I do must confess I have nothing to own But all the love that is unknown.
All the guys you are dating They are all asinine.
Why don t you stop baiting, And turn to me for a sign.
I love you My dearest friend The friend zone is irksome I want it to end.
Trains Aren't All That Bad…
Trains Aren’t All That Bad…
Trains Aren t All That Bad So yet again, it was time for me to get onto the train.
I had been home for important reasons over the weekend but this time, I couldn t get a lift back from my mum and dad.
The train therefore was the next best thing.
It d take a little longer, be a little bumpier and I d be sitting with complete strangers, facing the potential of anything happening.
Bear in mind, if you will, that I had met someone that I would now consider a good friend on here earlier during the week.
We had started talking about lots of different things, including uni, what turned us on and who we were.
Annie was one of the reasons I joined Lush.
I saw her profile, read her stories and was like :O WOW.
So, when she accepted my friend request, naturally I was delighted.
The morning of my train journey, a Sunday, Annie and I had been talking and I was set a challenge: To see if I could find a quiet spot on the train and enjoy myself a little.
Later that day I was dropped off at one station, not my home one as nothing was going through there that day.
When I got on the first train, a brick on wheels, there was no chance that I d be able to do anything to pleasure myself, sigh.
I arrived at the station where I would need to connect to get back to uni.
I d planned to get in early like I did just in the event of a train being late, (see, I m up here for thinking, down there for everything else) and I had about twenty minutes to myself.
I went and grabbed some food as I realised I d forgotten to eat at home (no idea how I managed that), and then it occurred to me.
I had a hole in the pocket of my jeans.
It wouldn t be easy, and I wouldn t do it now, I d wait until I got to my seat.
The train arrived and I clambered aboard, put my small amount of luggage onto the overhead rack, asked the person occupying the seat that I had booked if I could please have it.
They moved, no troubles.
The seat next to me should have been occupied, but the owner hadn t shown up.
For some reason this time, I didn t want to get out the phone that has all my music on it, unusual because I like to try and hide the noise of the trains and escape into my own world.
I settled into my seat and started to take in the carriage around me.
Behind me, a sleeping woman, in front, a young pregnant woman, opposite her, an old man, behind him, a few noisy twenty-somethings.
The other side of the carriage next to them, a young man, behind him, a young couple clearly in love from looking at their faces, then, beside me, a young uni student and an old woman.
Doing this would be difficult, but I d manage to somehow.
I put my laptop on the empty seat beside me and took off my jacket, a denim one and so it hardly moved when I placed it over my legs.
I put my hand into the right hand pocket of my jeans, the one with the hole, and fiddled with it until I could fit most of the first half of my forearm through it.
I pulled my arm out for a little while first since the train hadn t moved yet, and I planned on letting us get underway first.
The train set off and I could feel the vibrations of the train coming through the seats.
I moved myself a little so I could feel them more definitely.
After a little while, when the noise on the train became a normal level of chatter, the old woman started annoying the uni student with her constant chatter as she tried to do her work (she was quite hot and was in her third of five years studying to become a vet).
The bleeps of games consoles and the tinging of text messages arriving became normal background noise.
Then I started to listen to the noise of the train more, and found bizarrely that it was making me feel the vibrations more.
Time to violate the hole in my jeans.
I pushed my hand down the hole, moved aside the underwear I had on and started to gently tap my clit.
Thank god my jacket didn t move and give any indication what I was doing.
I felt so wrong doing this with such young innocent people in the vicinity, but I knew every other person on the train had probably done what I was doing now.
Just not in the way I was doing it.
At the same time, it felt so, so right.
I then just let my fingers rest there, letting the natural vibrations do their bit, and boy did they.
I then slid my finger down along my slit slowly, it gently bouncing as we went over the track joins, thrilling me.
I was so wet it was unreal.
Then, another brilliant idea.
I could get on the internet on my phone.
I hoped to god Annie was online.
She was.
Yes.
A few seconds after I was online, I got an online message: Good train journey? I told her I wasn t back yet but that she d be enjoying what I was doing now.
This opened a whole new topic of conversation.
I continued talking to Annie and masturbating as you do, and before I knew it, I was having to hold back screams of delight from escaping my lips.
I settled instead for biting them.
I won t lie, I did get a glance across form the uni student and the young couple who I would have gladly joined had they not been staying on the train until the stop before me.
When my stop was coming up, I slowed down, removed my hand from the hole, lifted down my luggage, slung my laptop bag over my shoulder and held my jacket with my right hand.
Nobody was any the wiser as to what happened on the train who had been off, my hair wasn t any more messy than anyone else apart from the headrest mess you all got, I was a little pink in the cheeks but still.
I have to say, that was probably the best train journey that I ve ever had.
I do plan to do it again.
Rochelle and Jennie busted by little brother.
Rochelle and Jennie busted by little brother.
A more detailed story about our first time, includes our little brother Marcello.
View Author’s Copyright Information 16 year old Marcello lays in his bed as his hand reaches inside his pj s touching his young slim stiff little cock he squeezes it and rubs it up and down.
Only recently has he found how enjoyable this makes his young body feel.
It makes him breath faster and he can t wait for the relief that comes when his young cock spits out his premature seed.
He rolls over on his stomach and drags his pillow down between his legs and starts humping it, rubbing himself off.
The good feeling that he first discovered watching his two older sisters Jennie and Rochelle in bed together, and on that thought he squirts his young seed once again soaking his pjs and the pillow.
Just down the hall his two sisters that he dreames of as he fucked his pillow are laying in Jennie s bed.
The older 19 year old sister is between the legs of her sweet little sister Rochelle, only a year younger and her tongue explores the sweetness of her tight little slit.
For over six months they have been exploring each other and sharing one of the two twin beds.
Always making sure they finish and return to there own bed before their mom comes in.
They had lost count of the number of close calls where one had to jump out of the others bed with her face wet with pussy juice and covering their naked bodies when their pretty mom came in and told them to get ready for school.
It all started one day when they were exploring in their mom s room and went through her clothes.
Looking at her lace bra s and silk thong panties and laughing and holding them up to each other.
Then they found a book next to a long plastic object.
Jennie turned on the switch and it made a buzzing sound.
She held it to her face and then ran it up and down her arm.
Rochelle began reading the book.
It showed pictures of naked women and men.
Some of the men were kissing the women and it even showed their privates.
Jennie thought it was gross, Rochelle found it excited her and she noticed she began to feel wet between her legs.
The girls were surprised at how long and stiff the male privates looked.
But the pictures were what really interested them, especially Jennie, there were pictures of girls kissing each other and touching their boobs and groin.
This really interested the girls and Jennie asked Rochelle if she felt hot also.
“What do you think stupid? Look, this woman is kissing the other s pussy.
I wonder what that feels like?” “It must feel good.
Look at her face.
Look at this picture.
They are switched and each has her face in the others lap.
But why would mom have these pictures in her draw?” “I don t know, but look here.
This girl is using a vibrator on her slit.
The picture says The vibe makes her pussy hot and wet for the tongue of her girlfriend.
And the next picture shows the other girl pushing it in and out of her ass.
Wow.
That looks nasty.” Letting curiosity get the better of her, Jennie turns the vibe on again and rubs it on her slit.
Even though she was still wearing her pants she let out a little cry as she presses it against herself.
“Ohhhh wow, that feels nice.
Let me try it on you Rochelle.” “Should I take my clothes off like the girl in the pictures?” “Hmmm, Yes both of us should.” The two little girls quickly pull off their pants and undies then stare at each other.
For the first time they are noticing each other s body.
Their eyes go wide at the sight of each other s small vagina and cute mounds of pubic hair and the small curve of each other s hips.
Again Rochelle feels that odd itch between her legs as she begins to massage her clit.
“Lay on the bed Jennie.
I want to run the vibrator over your body.
Let me know how it feels.” She turns the buzzing object tip on Jennie’s cute little pussy slit and Jennie jumps.
Rochelle removes it but Jennie quickly reaches out and grabs her hand.
“Put it back.
I like it.
Rub harder.” Doing as her sister asks she rubs it up and down the lips of her sister s pussy and then pushes it against her hole.
Jennie squirms and closes her eyes, her mouth opens and Rochelle s heart beats fast at the sight.
She stops and just stares at her sister.
Seeing her in sexual pleasure for the first time.
“Please Rochelle.
Don t stop.
It feels good.” “Jennie, I want to kiss you.” Jennie puckers her lips and Rochelle laughs; “No you idiot.
I want to kiss your .(blushing) your pussy like the girl in the picture is doing.” Jennie just nods her head and slowly spreads her legs.
Her breathing gets quicker wondering how it will feel.
But it excites her and she finds herself getting even more wet.
Rochelle slowly lowers herself between her sisters legs and stares at the forbidden area of her sister s body.
Then taking a deep breath she smells the musky smell of sex flowing from her sisters body.
She then lowers her lips to her sister s pussy and kisses it as she were kissing her mother on the cheek.
Only this isn t a cheek, but her sister s tight little pussy.
Then she runs her tongue up the full length and Jennie squirms and again cries out, but this time Rochelle knows that her little cry is for pleasure so she continues to run her tongue up and down and finds her sister tastes sweet and oddly enjoyable.
The taste is so nice she pushes her tongue further into the slit.
Dipping it in and out and up and down like a puppy lapping up a bowl of milk.
Jennie is dripping girl juices now and her hands go around her sisters head and pulls her tight as her legs go over Rochelle s shoulders.
Suddenly Jennie gives a loud animal like moan and lifts her behind off the bed, pulling her sister s face tight to her pussy.
Rochelle feels the juices entering her mouth and wetting her face and finds what is happening exciting.
She raises her face, now wet from Jennies pussy.
She smiles and says, “Now me.” The girls quickly change places and Rochelle props up the pillows of her mom s bed so she can watch her sister.
Jennie is in a hurry to taste her sister, but first reaches up and cups both of the firm round mounds of flesh on her sister s chest and squeezes them.
Her fingers play with the nipples through the thin shirt and Rochelle lets out her first moan of pleasure.
Then Jennie moves her hands down Rochelle s body and to her pussy.
Her fingers touch her sister s cunt and she pulls apart her sisters legs and leans down and takes in the sight and smell of the pinkness within Rochell’s pussy.
Then like a cat she sticks out her tongue and pushes it inside.
Rochelle shoves her ass off the bed and grabs Jennie s head.
“Ohhhh Yes.
Ohhhh, lick me.
Lick faster.
Ohhh wow.” Jennie goes at her prize with eager energy.
Flicking and licking and kissing her first pussy.
The juices that flow from her younger sister are quickly lapped up, she doesn t miss a drop.
Then she does something that makes Rochelle scream out in lust.
Jennie pushes a finger into her sister s hole.
She wiggles it around as she licks.
Rochelle quickly explodes in her first organism.
Jennie keeps pushing her finger in and out of her sister s cunt.
She finds a little nub at the top of her sister s slit and flicks her tongue on it.
Rochelle twists and squirms and moans and cries at the same time as her young body is racked with the wildest of climaxes.
Then Jennie moves up her sister s body, leaving a wet trail from her lips and face till she takes one of Rochelle s firm breast in her mouth and sucks on it like a baby on its mother.
Again that feeling explodes in Rochelle.
Then moving up till their lips touch, they kiss for the first time.
Their young breast presses into each other as hands roam over soft skin and curves.
Their young bodies feeling sexual lust for the first time.
Then after about 15 minutes of just holding each other Rochelle rolls Jennie over on her back.
Picks up the vibe and turns it on.
Then runs it over her sister s nipples and then pushes it into her sister s hole.
Jennie feels pain as her lips are spread for the toy.
Rochelle pushes it in more and then twist and turns it and soon cute Jennie is moaning again in pleasure.
Rochelle finds it can go in all the way, she keeps twisting it till Jennie cums again.
The girls didn t realize how much time had gone by.
It was a Saturday and their brother is over at a friend s and their mom will be back from the store very soon.
So they try to put everything back as they found it.
Rochelle looks over at Jennie and puts the vibe in her mouth and sucks on it tasting her big sister s cunt juices.
From that time on the girls ate each other out every chance they got.
They were careful of course not to get caught because they knew what they were doing, even if it felt wonderful, was somehow wrong and their mother wouldn t understand.
But they did get caught once.
Not by their mom but by their little brother.
It happened early in the morning when their mom was still asleep.
Scott got up to go to the bathroom and as he was returning to his room he heard noises coming from the girl s bedroom.
He opened the door and what he saw surprised and shocked him.
The girls were both naked and laying side by side with one leg up and their faces between each other s legs.
The sight made him feel funny, especially between his legs.
For the first time he saw his sisters making love and his cock started to get stiff.
He reached down and touched it and found he was very turned on by what he was seeing.
He kept his hand there as he watched them and heard what sounded like sloppy sucking noise.
The girls were so wrapped up in what they were doing they didn t notice they were being spied on.
He moved into the room and moved quietly up to the bed.
He heard Rochelle cry out making a funny noise and then Jennie seemed to do the same thing, but her cries were louder.
It was then that Rochelle noticed him standing there jacking off.
“What the hell are you doing here you little jerk?” Jennie quickly popped up and turned and saw her brother.
Then saw what he was doing.
“That s gross you little turd.” Marcello quickly started to hide his cock and went bright red in the face.
“No wait Marcello.
Don t stop.
Keep doing that.
Pull your thing out.
I want to see it.” Jennie makes a funny face wondering how her sister could be interested in that when she has a pussy to play with.
Rochelle gets up from the bed and reaches out and wraps her hand around her brothers cock.
She moves her hand up and down it, feeling the soft pink head with the tiny slit.
As her hand moves Scott suddenly gives out a grunt and his cock explodes with clear liquid that splashes all over Rochelle s hand and face.
Scott turns red again and quickly turns and runs out of the room and back to his.
He doesn t understand what happened, but he does know that it felt good having his sister touch him like that.
Rochelle brings her fingers to her lips and tastes her brothers cum.
“What does it taste like? Better than me?” Jennie askes almost worried.
“It s ok, but nothing tastes better than you sis.” Rochelle climbs back into the bed and plants a kiss on her sisters cheek, getting some of the cum on Jennie as she cuddles up to go tosleep.
“That was gross Rochelle, Don’t do that again please.” A cheeky grin goes across Rochelle’s face as she replies to her sister.
“Me? Never.”