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Breastfeeding Again 2

“These will always be yours, baby. From the day you were born, I fed you with them. But now, they are yours to help you relax. You can come to me anytime you want and suck on them….

Mom’s Horney Pills

Mom’s Horny Pills r
My mom Megan, felt she was not performing in bed very well. She didn’t get dad, who was way older, turned on anymore. She didn’t want dad to stray to another woman so she went to the Doctor.
This was a new Doctor, and he was a young guy which she felt may be better suited for her problem. She told him she wanted to turn her husband on and be hotter in bed for him.
Mom had a killer hot body. She had beautiful smooth skin, big tits, perfect hips and legs.
This Doctor saw opportunity to take advantage of her. He gave her a pelvic exam and massaged her G spot, her clit and then masturbated her. He said everything worked, but she just needed ‘sex lessons’. She like his ‘treatment’ and he had made her very sexually excited. She wanted to go back once a week for his ’special’ treatment. He continued masturbating her each week and showed her things that stimulated her sexually. She liked this even more. ‘Sex lessons‘, she called it.
He would always give her a ‘special pill’ at the start of the appointment and then he started showing her about kissing and feeling her body. She kept his ‘treatment’ very secret, but loved him turning her on each week. After he got her very hot, then he would always masturbated her on the table. She was loving all this and found she was having urges to have sex with him. “Show me more, Doctor.” she would say to him. He would say: “Ok”, and then go further each time.
He would unhook her bra and feel her tits. He started kissing them and sucking on her nipples. Next he would lift up her patient gown, and began to kiss her pussy. He licked it and sucked on her clit as she bucked her hips with delight. He had her feel his boner and then suck on it all in the name of ’sex lessons’. One appointment he was masturbating her while she sucked on his boner. She blurted out to put his boner in her and show her how to fuck real good.
He said: “No, I can’t do that. You’ll have to find someone else to do that.”
She said: “But my husband won’t even talk about sex. He just has sex with me for about two minutes and then he’s done. That’s the end of our sex life. I try to turn him on, but I guess I need practice.
After the session, she thought as she drove home….’I know, I’ll ask Johnny to help me.’
That’s when she thought of me, Johnny, her son. Not knowing all this yet, I was 16 and I loved my mom’s hot body and I fantasized about fucking her many times.
That next day, it started. Mom came in my room after dad had left for work. She had on a see through night gown. I could see her big red bra, and red panties thru her white night gown. I was still in bed and she sat down beside me to have a talk with me. She explained her problem and wanted to ’just practice’ turning me on.
I didn’t know what to say at first, but finally the idea sound pretty hot to me and I said ’ok’ …’just for practice’, I’ll do it. The idea sounded hotter and hotter the more I thought about it. I was to tell her ’if’ and ’how much’ she was turning me on. I said ’ok’. She said first she had to go take a pill.
She came back about 20 minutes later. I lay in bed anxiously waiting. She whispered: (“…watch this.”) She began to slowly take her bra shoulder straps down while she still had her night gown on. Damn, she was going to do a strip for me right now.
She looked hot as she took down the shoulder straps and wiggled her arms out of them. She dropped the top of her night gown down to just below her bra. She turned around and sat with her back to me. She asked me to unhook her bra. She reached back and guided my hands to the hooks. When I unhooked it, she guided my hands under her loose bra around to her front and now my hands were full of both of her hot tits. She said: “If you feel ’turned on’, go ahead and feel them all you want.”
I couldn’t believe the luck I was having. Mom had nice full tits, so I proceeded to feel them. She and I were breathing hard as I felt them and her hard nipples. I had never seen her sexually excited, and it was exciting me. Those ‘special’ pills were making her horny, no doubt about it.
She was using me to test out her sex appeal. She became like a hungry animal as she got aggressive with me. She turned, pushed me back on my bed. She jerked her bra out and, opened up her night gown and laid on top of me. Her big tits were bare against my chest. She put her head down by my ear and began to….well…I’d call it ..’moaning talk’. Her voice was soft, sexy and she kinda whispered. She moaned as she talked with little ’oooo’s’. She was breathing hard and her pussy was resting right on my dick. She asked me: “ …feel my body …Johnny.”
I closed my eyes and put my hands under her night gown. Her skin was very warm as she squirmed on top of me. I felt the sides of her tits and down to her ass. She got kinda hyper and her hands were all over me. She was breathing heavy in my ear. She was feeling me up and kissed my neck. She did some more moaning talk….
“….oh baby, you’d like to have sex with me, wouldn’t you Johnny. You want me bad, don’t you. I want you to want me, tell me how much I turn you on and you want me bad….tell me…say it…”
I was in shock as I have never seen my mom act this way. I told her how I felt. “Mom, you’re the hottest mom ever. You turn me on perfect….I’m getting a boner…and… “
She was rubbing her pussy on my boner now. “YES!…go on!” she said. I was in shock at her actions. She acted like she was going to rape me or something. I said: “Yes, you turn me on a lot and yes, I’d like to have sex with you.”
That was just the first morning. The next morning as soon at dad’s car left, here she came again. She had already taken her pill. She came in with a new pink nightie that left her half naked. A tiny top barely covering her ’no bra’ tits, and tiny little panties. She spun around for me to admire it, and her. She laid on top of me again and started that moan talk again. “You liked that, mmmmm, didn’t you Johnny. I can feel your erection under me.
I need your help.
I need to be masturbated bad. I’ll show you what to do.
My mind was going crazy. Fantasizing about my mom was one thing…but… actually doing something, that was something entirely different. She didn’t wait for my answer and laid us on our sides. She took off her nightie and little panties. She took my hand and put it on her wet pussy. My dick went to max hard instantly. Next thing I knew, she had three of my fingers in her wet pussy. She had her legs wide open and used both her hands to push and work my fingers in and out of her pussy. She had me massage her big clit with my other hand.
This was crazy, but I was loving it. She whispered for me to feel around for a certain area called her ‘good’ spot. She instructed me and I went right to it.
I was fingering my mom and liking it. She began to moan and held my wrist tight with both hands. She use my fingers as a dick in her. I was masturbating my own mom.
“That’s it Johnny…that’s it baby…oooo….you got it….this turns you on, doesn’t it. You wish it was your boner in me, don’t you…you can say it, tell me how bad you want to have sex with me…..say it.”
I told her what she wanted to hear.
I got to listen and watch my own mom orgasm with my fingers in her warm wet pussy.
I shot a load in my pajama bottoms.
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I had fucked several girls at my age and ate pussy too. This was changing everything. All I could think about was my mom and how hot she was making me. I had wonderful wet dreams about fucking her, eating her warm pussy and her giving me wonderful blow jobs. All these things I hoped….were headed in that direction for real.
Each morning got hotter. When I didn’t think it could get any better.
I waited for mom to come to my room. She would spot my boner and smile. “Already turning you on, am I?” she would say. She would do her sexy tease dance, and watch my eyes get excited.
This morning she told me she wanted to turn me on a new way. She took off my pajama bottoms and started feeling my hard dick. She slowly jacked me and then leaned over and started sucking on my boner.
I went into shock.
She said: “You let me know how I’m doing Johnny, ok?” She got naked and turned herself to go 69. Her wet pussy was staring me in the face. She reached down and pulled my head into her pussy as she began sucking on my dick. She lifted one leg. Opening her pussy wide. How could I resist. She pulled my head into her pussy. “Is that a turn on Johnny?….put your fingers in me like I taught you.” she said. I went for her ’good’ spot and listened as she moaned.
She teased my boner with her tongue. I would just about cum, and she would pull off and do something else. She began to push her clit to my lips and started humping my face. I couldn’t hold off cuming any longer. She seemed to know it and put my dick all the way in her mouth.
I exploded my cum in her mouth. She moaned a victory moan and then held my head and face fucked my tongue hard. She orgasmed a big one. My dick just kept pumping cum in her mouth as she rubbed my face on her pussy and shook hard. I got dizzy it felt so good. Finally she said: “Wow, I must have really turned you on Johnny!….that was fantastic!”
I didn’t have any cum on me, she had licked it all off and swallowed it all.
Sex with mom was the best ever. She wants to be desired, and now I’m going to make her squirm with desire for me. I now dream of fucking her all the time. She got me so hot for her, it’s time to turn her on, like she does me.
After our showers, I had time until dad gets home. She wasn’t expecting me to start turning her on. She wore her robe most of today. I knew she had nothing on under it, but I sure knew what was under it. She had such a smooth hot body. Such nice tits and sexy legs. I found her in the laundry room. I came up behind her and put my arms around her. She sighed big and leaned her head back on me. I whispered: (“..mom, you shouldn’t wear this sexy robe around the house, a guy could come up behind you and molest you. I know you wouldn’t want that. He might just want you so bad he’d feel your tits
( I reached in her robe and felt her nice tits.), feel your ass, ( ran my hand over her naked ass) and reach thru your robe and feel your warm pussy. (I felt her pubic hair and ran a finger down her damp slit.) She was gasping for air now. She moaned out between breaths : “Oh…thank you…. Johnny…..I…never thought about that…will you protect me from a guy…. who wants me so bad, he would put his… hands on my body…and make me all hot…and horny…you know how….I might not want that…..”
Megan thought…. Oh my god…I’m so elated at Johnny’s lust for me.
It was suppose to be a test to see if I could still turn a man on. I didn’t think about his reaction to my turning him on.
That tells me it’s dad, and not me.
I haven’t been turned on by a guy in a very long time. I want a lot more of this from Johnny. His hands have got me so horny, I’m dizzy. He’s making me want to have sex with him so bad. I don’t have the will power to stop this. Keep going Johnny…just keep going….
Johnny’s thoughts….Her little test showed she can really turn on a guy. I don’t know what dad’s problem is but I want to have total sex with mom. We both want it, and it’s going to happen.
I started feeling her body all over from behind her. I slowly took off her robe, I let her robe drop to the floor. She was shaking, waiting for my next move. I lowered my shorts. My boner was sticking between her legs. She moaned and back up tight to me. She spread her legs apart and leaned down on the washer. My boner went in her wet pussy by itself.
I held her smooth hips and started our first fuck. Her pussy was wet and warm as my dick slid in all the way. She began to moan and fucking back on me.
Megan thought… Oh damn Johnny, you feel so good in me, fuck me like I’ve wanted for so long now. I’ve never been fucked from behind before. I’ve got a thousand new hot feelings….oooo fuck me hard and make me climax hard…I need it…I need it bad…cum in me baby…I want to feel you shoot it in me…Oh god it’s happening…..oh baby yes….
Johnny’s reaction…My boner fits in her so hot, I’m going to hold her tits when I cum…I have to cum now…ooooo damn….
She fucked back on my boner so fast, her ass was a blur. She was moaning so loud, as our bodies were slapping together…. she made me cum extra hard. I jerked and shoved my cum in her deep, over and over. My mind went crazy and my legs got weak. She could somehow squeeze her pussy on my boner. It felt out of this world.
She held onto my hands on her tits and just kept fucking and fucking as she kept moaning wonderful sounds. Damn my boner felt hot in her. We squirmed and gasp in euphoria. Her body and mine shook and twitched as it felt so damn good.
There is nothing like the first time…….
Megan….
I’m shaking inside so bad with best climax I’ve ever had. My whole body climaxed, not just my pussy. The feel of his hot cum shooting in me made me go crazy with pleasure. He’s mine…all mine. He better get ready to have a lot of sex with me….I’ve found what has been missing in my sex life. Mmmmm just leave it to me Johnny and cum some more baby…oh…that feels so damn good…mmmmmm…
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Johnny reflects…
Mom’s little horny pills opened the door for us. Now she doesn’t take them.
She tells me that ‘I’m’ her little horny pill now.
I think we’ve fucked in every room in the house now, even on the kitchen table and in dad‘s chair.
She fucks like a 16 year old,…only…
…. a whole lot better….
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The Interns (Part 3)

PART 3
Levon Cole lit a cigarette and lay back on the table, the young, half-naked boy named Jaime next to him snuggled up close. They were both coming down from the intense sexual experience they had shared in the breakroom of their workplace.
The two interns looked at one another coyly in silence. After a while, Jaime spoke up first.
“So…” he said, “where’d you work before this?”
“I worked at a print shop,” Levon replied as he puffed on a cigarette. He had offered one to Jaime, who had refused.
“Were you fired?”
“Almost. I quit before my asshole of a boss could cut me off.”
“What happened?”
“He overworked me, didn’t pay enough, and worst of all, he tried to fuck me… once.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I was working on fixing a copier after hours one day, not being paid overtime, of course. Out of nowhere, the sleaze grabbed my ass and tried shoving a finger up it.”
“Did you tell anyone?”
“No… you see, I hadn’t come out yet… but my boss had saw me kiss this boy one time… If I had told anyone about him pulling that on me, he’d tell my folks that I was gay.”
“So you quit?”
“Not right away. I took his snide remarks for months. He’d call me ‘faggot’ and ‘queer-bait’… so I decided to just get it over with myself and come out to my parents on my own. My dad didn’t take it well…”
“Oh… I know how that feels. It didn’t sit with my dad well either. He almost just up-and-left.”
“Well, mine did… but my mom has been really supportive… so now it’s just my mom and me but I was still stuck in that hellhole with my boss. So, after a whole year I couldn’t take it anymore. I quit.”
“Good for you, Levon.”
“Thanks…” Levon looked down at his watch. “Shit! It’s late. I should go…”
“You’re right. I’ll see you Monday, I guess.”
“Yup.”
Levon was unsure what to do next. Should he hug him? Kiss him? Hell, he even felt like fucking him again.
But Jaime was one step ahead of him. He was already redressing and was out the door before Levon could do anything. Levon finished his cigarette and got dressed.
Monday came and Levon went back to work. The weekend was tough, however, as Levon could not keep his mind off of Jaime. Levon’s dreams were filled with the blonde wonder-boy. There was something about Jaime’s crystal blue eyes that had burned into his mind.
Levon was even distracted at work. His mind was not focused on his tasks, but on that night those two twink bodies had shared in pure lust.
“Hey… kid… you with me?” Jim Scott’s voice broke through Levon’s daydream.
Levon looked up to see Jim standing at the opening of his cubicle. Levon hadn’t even remembered Jim had existed… not since the night with Jaime. But now Levon remembered all too well that his hunk of a boss existed, standing before him in all of his sexy glory.
“Yeah, sorry,” Levon said, “I was thinking about something else.”
“I’m just checking up on you,” Jim said, “everything coming along smoothly?”Smooth as Jaime’s body, Levon’s mind told him. “Everything’s great, Jim.”
“Good, good. Listen, we’re getting a little short on cubicles here. We made some changes, and we’re gonna have you share this cubicle with another intern.
Levon’s heart pounded a little faster. He knew what was coming next. Jim called to someone from across the room, but Levon didn’t hear the name over his heartbeat.
“Levon,” Jim said, “this Jaime Regan.” Surprise surprise, Levon thought as Jaime came from behind Jim with an outstretched hand.
“Nice to meet you, Levon,” Jaime said with a wink. They shook hands.
“You too,” Jaime muttered.
“I think you too will work out great,” Jim said, and with that, he walked away.
Jaime looked down the hall to see that Jim was out of view, and grabbed Levon hard and kissed him passionately.
“Nice to meet you, stud,” he whispered seductively. “You new around here?”
Although Levon had returned the kiss, he suddenly felt angry.
“Watch yourself,” Levon said sternly, “I’m not getting in trouble because of you.”
“Oh, no sir,” Jaime replied, a hint of sarcasm laced in his tone.
On their lunch breaks, Levon and Jaime returned to the breakroom, only this time they went with innocent intents. They unpacked their lunches and ate in silence. Another coworker soon entered, and sat down at the table opposite of the two boys.
Jaime leaned over and cupped a hand over Levon’s ear, giggling softly.
“We fucked on that table,” he snickered in whisper, “and he’s eating on it.”
The coworker looked up from his lunch at the two boys. He gave them a look and went back to his sandwich.
“Shut up,” Levon whispered.
“How hot would it be if we just fucked on that table again, right in front of him?”
“I said shut up.”
Jaime made a pouted face and went back to his food.
As Levon finished his meal, he felt a hand reach under the table and rub at his crotch. He looked over to see Jaime looking the other way, but his arm under the table.
Levon didn’t let him stop at first, and Jaime’s hand felt a stiffening cock under Levon’s pants.
“Well hello there,” Jaime said aloud.
Levon stood up suddenly and walked out of the room. Jaime shrugged and finished his lunch.
An hour later, Levon was in the copy room alone, faxing some documents. He worked in silence until a voice whispered in his ear.
“Didn’t you like my little gift at lunch?”
“No, Jaime, not really. I wasn’t in the mood.”
“That’s not what I felt.” Jaime stood behind Levon and wrapped his arms around the other boy’s broad shoulders.
“Not here, damn it!” Levon snapped. He spun around and looked Jaime in the eye,
“Look,” he said, “what we had the other night was a one-time deal. And if we ever do that again, it’s not going to be here, especially during work-hours. I’m not risking this job.”
“But it’s so kinky here…” Jaime pouted.
“I… don’t care. This job is important to me and I’m not planning on getting fired for having sex on the copier, or in my cubicle, or in the breakroom, or anywhere else in this office!”
“Ooh, I like your thinking,” Jaime said, eyeing the copier next to them.
“Stop it! Stop it right now!” Levon almost shouted. He tried to calm himself. “No more. OK?”
“…Don’t you like me?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“…’Yet’,” Jaime repeated. He gave Levon a quick peck on the cheek and left the room.
Levon washed his hands in the bathroom. It all started here, didn’t it?
Just then, Jim emerged from one of the stalls, buttoning up his pants and tightening his belt. Levon thought he had caught a glimpse of some of Jim’s pubic hair in the mirror before his boss zipped up.
“How’s it going, Levon?” Jim asked casually. “Everything going well with you and Jaime?”
“It’s great,” Levon said. “We’re getting lots of work done.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Jim washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. He toyed with his thick brown hair a little and adjusted his tie. “Hey, I forgot to ask you about something… Were you in the breakroom Friday night?”
Levon’s heart stopped.
“Uh… no… why?”
“I came into work Saturday morning, and as I was making myself some coffee in the breakroom, I found that someone had spilled a soda. I guessed it might’ve been you since you were working late.”Jaime’s soda, Levon recalled, it was on the table… maybe we had knocked it over when we were… yeah…
“Wasn’t me,” Levon said.
“That’s alright,” Jim replied, “Must’ve been the custodian. That’d probably be why the room smelt kinda funny.”
Levon feigned a laugh at Jim’s remark, as a wave of relief came over him after Jim had believed his lie.
At the end of the day, Levon met his mom on her floor and they waited for another elevator.
“Good day?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“Good.”
A new elevator arrived, and as the doors slid open, Levon came face to face with Jaime, who couldn’t hide a grin.
Levon and his mother entered the elevator and it made its descent to the lobby floor. Jaime looked at Levon, who said nothing.
Suddenly, Stacey’s cell phone went off. She answered it.
As she jabbed on the phone, Levon’s gaze remained at Jaime.
“You almost got us caught today,” Levon muttered quietly.
“What’d I do?” Jaime whispered back.
“That soda you were drinking the other night? You knocked it over and it spilled all over the place. Jim saw it the next day.”
“I did?” Jaime almost laughed, “I think it was a collaborative effort after your little sideways thrusting maneuver, remember?”
“Oh shut up, you left it on the table.”
The door dinged open and the trio emerged. Levon’s mom ended her call.
After exiting through the front door of the lobby, Jaime followed behind as they walked though the parking lot. Jaime got to his car first, and as Levon and his mother kept walking, Jaime called out, “See you tomorrow, Levon!”
“A friend of yours?” Stacey Cole asked as they got to their car.
“Just another intern I work with, mom.”
“Oh, ok… He seemed nice. If he’s gay too, you should date him.”
“Mom!” Levon exclaimed,
“What?” she laughed, “There’s nothing wrong with a little office-romance.”

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the Bus

There is one night of my life that I will NEVER forget. I had just broken up with my boyfriend because he had wrecked my car and was not willing to pay for any of it. I was riding the bus home to my apartment, and the bus was completely empty except this one guy, and the bus driver. I must have been crying because out of nowhere the guy comes over and says, “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, nothing, I just broke up with a guy and I don’t know, I guess I feel kind of lonely,” I replied, “I probably look so horrible, oh gosh. You’re probably thinking, ‘hah look at this loser, damn she’s ugly’.” “Actually,” he said, “Women crying, I think, is just the sexiest thing in the world.” “Oh, bullshit.” Just then he started to move in closer. His lips touched mine once, and then twice, then his tongue slipped out of his mouth into mine. Surprisingly my tongue followed his and was caressing his mouth over and over again. “Whoa… whoa… whoa,” I said as I pulled back. “Oh what am I doing, damn I feel stupid, I’m mike.” “I’m Katie,” I said to him, utterly confused. He started kissing me again, my mind was trying to get away, but my body just clamped onto his and went with the flow. His lips traced down my neck and his hands unbuttoned my shirt. His lips quickly moved down onto my left tit. My shirt was taken off, and my bra was undone exposing my nipples. My nipples were so hard and cold; his mouth was like a fire to them. It felt so good for him to suck my nipple. He massaged my other tit so gently, yet so intensely. My pussy instantly got wet. I pulled up his head from my tit so I cold kiss him more. I reached my hand lower and lower on his body to feel his bulge. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It must have been 8 or 9 inches. I slowly moved my hand up and down his large shaft and massaged the head. He moaned; I got wet. I moved my mouth from his and licked his cock. Then I engulfed his entire cock and sucked on it until I felt his cock spasm then fill my mouth with hot, white, salty cum. It suddenly occurred to me that we were on THE BUS!!.. What the fuck was I doing? God only knew what the bus driver was thinking. I put his resisting, hard penis back into his pants and zipped them up. “What are you doing?” mike questioned me. “My apartment is coming up in a few blocks.. We’ll continue then.”
When my block came I had the driver pull over and we both got off the bus. We made out going up the stairs and finally reached my door on the 3rd floor. I unlocked the door and we busted inside. We were like animals as we ripped off all of our clothes. Every time he would squeeze my tits, my pussy got wetter and wetter. I dragged him over to my couch and laid down. He followed me and spread my legs. He slowly pulled off my thong and put my legs over his shoulders. With one lick I almost had an orgasm. He massaged my clit with his strong tongue, then moved it down and entered my twat hole. He pushed it in and out, in and out, harder and harder. I screamed so loud, my toes curled, and I came. I reached over to the side table and grabbed a ribbed Trojan condom and rolled it onto his dick. The second it was on he pounded my pussy just like he did with his tongue, only this time it was more intense and I came within minutes. I screamed so loud when I had my orgasm he had to cover my mouth with his hand. After my orgasm he still pounded my box because he didn’t cum. His climax was building; I could feel his dick spasm. I couldn’t stop rocking my hips and rubbing my clit. We both came in unison. When he took his cock out of my pussy I rolled the condom off of his shaft and licked it clean…

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Daytime Visitors

I was off for the day and my roommate at the time, Gail, was at work so I was laying around the house, naked, relaxing and sipping wine.

SCP – Kelly

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story so feel free to leave any criticism, (it starts slow but trust me I think it’s worth it) I’ve read these forums since I was 11 and I’ve hated watching them slowly die as activity decreased. I decided if I wanted to see some good stuff on here I might as well contribute and hit two birds with one stone. Hopefully I can become a frequent poster here, everything I’ll post will be original and I hope you enjoy!

Tales of the future- a titbit!

A taster of the next installment in this series. If you like it comment or vote and I will post the full chapter and there is plenty more to follow if you enjoy it!

Trained Step Sister pt.3

After their parents returned, Mark and Allison wound up not having any time by themselves. Either one or both of their parents was at home at the same time they were, or one of the two of them was working. For the first few days, it was tolerable, but after about a week, it was driving the both of them nuts. Mark was still seeing Julia, but she was keeping him at arms distance on their dates. She would still make out with him, but that was it.How did this happen? Mark wondered to himself. We’re actually progressing backwards in our relationship!
It was especially torturous for him to go home and see Allison, knowing that she was so close, yet so far from him. She wasn’t helping matters by the way that she was dressing. Her shorts were cut high enough that her ass cheeks peeked out the bottom before sloping gently into the backs of her thighs, and her shirts were cut low enough to display a nice amount of her cleavage, and tight enough to accentuate her curves.
Mark found himself masturbating in the shower a couple of times while picturing Allison and replaying some of their sexual encounters in his memory.
After a couple of weeks of this torment, their parents announced that there would be a dinner party that weekend, and he knew that he and Allison would both be off work that night.Finally!! Mark thought to himself. But his hopes were immediately dashed when they announced that they were hosting it, and he and Allison were expected to be present to help serve their guests.
He and Julia had hung out the night before, and that hadn’t helped his mood any. As they kissed goodnight, she ran her hand along the crotch of his shorts, tracing the outline of his cock with her fingernails before abruptly jumping in her SUV and driving off, leaving him cursing the darkness.
As he returned home from work the next evening, his phone rang. His step mother was running late, and his dad was still at work: Could he pick up some ice?
Immediately seizing his opportunity, he asked her how late she would be, and if he needed to get anything started for her.
“Why thank you Mark, that’s so thoughtful. I’m only about half an hour late, so I don’t think so. I’ll let you know if I’ll be any later.”
Mark hung up and sped home, briefly stopping for ice. Half an hour, tops.
As he pulled into their drive, his heart leapt. Allison was home!
He raced into the house and began searching for her, finding her in the dining room, arranging place settings.
“Can you believe we have to do this shit?” She groused to him.
He ignored her complaint and spun her around so that her ass was facing him and dropped his shorts.
“Mark, what are you …”
“Your mom is running half an hour late.” He hoarsely whispered in her ear as he undid the button on her shorts and stripped them down to her ankles. Allison didn’t need to be told twice, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the table as Mark stroked his dick once or twice in his hand, and started rubbing it up and down her slit. After a couple of passes, Allison’s pussy started to get wet, and she nodded to him.
“I’m ready.”
“It wouldn’t matter if you weren’t.” He snarled at her as he pushed into her moistening twat. Allison smiled at that. He didn’t need to force her to do this and they both knew it, but she enjoyed the charade nonetheless.
He pumped in and out of her in several shallow strokes, loosening her up before ramming in several times, getting as deep as he could, and making her gasp and whimper. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, snarling in her ear as he fucked her.
“Take it, take it, take it, that’s right, take my cock you little whore.”
Allison moaned in pleasure, feeling the pressure build up in her loins, ready to be released. Suddenly, Mark withdrew from her and began scrambling for his shorts.
“Shit! I just heard a car!! Get dressed, I think your mom is home!!”
Allison dutifully pulled her shorts back up and straightened the tablecloth that she had wrinkled, before heading towards her bathroom and jumping in the shower, just as her mother walked in the door.
When she came out, she found her mother and step father frantically scurrying about.
“Why were both of you in the shower at the same time? There’s work that needs to be done!” Her mom bitched at her. She glanced at the clock and swore under her breath. “We won’t be ready when they get here.” Her husband placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.
“Everything will be fine, you’ll see.”
With the four of them working, they managed to get everything set up with time to spare, and their parents heaved a sigh of relief.
“Okay, we’re going to go get ready, you two be dressed when they get here. Mark, no shorts, khakis and a button down shirt.”
Mark rolled his eyes, but agreed. As soon as their parents disappeared, Allison turned to Mark.
“I’m all sweaty again, I’m going to take another shower before people get here.” And she headed towards her bathroom.
As she stood under the showerhead, she lightly rubbed her pussy lips, and pushed them together on top of her clit, giving herself a light buzz as she gently rubbed them up and down, her clit trapped between them.
God, she had been so close when Mark had stopped …
She was awakened from her reverie by the shower curtain being whisked back, and Mark stepping into the shower with her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked him as she smiled coyly.
“Finishing what I started.” He replied as he bent her over at the waist, presenting her pussy at just the right angle to him. Allison wasn’t the only one who had been deprived of their orgasm earlier, Mark had also been close when her mother had returned home, interrupting the two of them.
He took a deep breath and slid his cock into Allison, making them both moan. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Allison, you have to be quiet, understand?” She nodded her head as he began pumping his cock in and out of her boiling pussy.Jesus, how did I go so long without him? Allison thought to herself.Jesus, how did I go so long without having sex? Mark thought to himself.
He quickly built up a steady rhythm, his dick twitching inside of her. He reached forward and cupped her swaying breasts in his hands, pinching her erect nipples between his fingers. He could feel her pussy convulsing around his dick, she was so hot that he was convinced that his dick was going to be scalded.
He felt his balls aching for release when he suddenly heard his step-mother’s voice getting closer.
“Allison? Allison?”
Mark froze as her mom knocked on the door.
“Allison, have you seen Mark?”
Mark choked and stuffed a washcloth in his mouth and bit down on it as hard as he could.
“Allison, did you hear me?”
Allison fought to control her voice as she answered her mother, shouting forcefully to cover her passion.
“Jeez mom, I’m in the shower!”
“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady, I asked if you had seen Mark.”
Allison leaned her head against her arm and bit down on the flesh, stifling a huge groan as she did so.
“Allison?”
“No, I haven’t. He’s probably in his room.”
“I just came from there.”
“Maybe he’s out back; I think he said something about that.” Allison squeezed her eyes shut; she was having a hard time concentrating. She had continued rocking back and forth the entire time, fucking herself on Mark’s cock. He was clenching every muscle in his body, fighting to stay in control, but it was no use. He began cumming into Allison, biting down hard on the washcloth to silence his cries.
“Okay, well hurry up; our guests will be here soon.”
As soon as she walked away, Mark and Allison both let huge gasps of relief. She turned to look at him and stifled a laugh.
“God that was so hot.”Hot? HOT??? Mark thought he was going to have heart attack when she had come to the door. He took a deep breath to calm himself.
“You go out first and make sure the coast is clear.”
“Why me?” Allison asked petulantly.
He gave her a look. “Allison, how is it going to look, me coming out of your shower, after your mom already knows that you were in here?”
Allison pouted as she looked up at him and ran her hand down his chest. “I didn’t get to cum. That’s twice now. I hate her.”
Mark took her hand off of his chest. “Jesus Christ Allison, not now.” His heart was still racing. If her mom had caught them together in here …
Allison finally relented and went to check that the coast was clear. Mark raced down the hall to his room, and took a deep breath.Jesus, that was too close for comfort. He thought to himself. He forced himself to slow his breathing and hopped in his shower for a quick rinse, then dressed and headed out to the kitchen.
“Mark, where have you been?” His step-mom asked. “I need you to move some of the chairs around the table outside.”
As Mark headed towards the back door, Allison walked out in a tight fitting low cut maxi dress that reached her ankles. As she walked past him she whispered in his ear, “I’m not wearing any panties.” with a gleam in her eye.
Mark took a deep breath and fought to control himself. He knew that tonight was going to be difficult: Allison was horny, and he wasn’t sure how far she would push him. His biggest concern was that with a crowd of people, someone may see the two of them doing something inappropriate.
As their guests began arriving, Mark and Allison chatted pleasantly with them, answering questions about their future plans, when one of them asked Allison about her college choice. Her mother looked a little disappointed.
“She’s been considering several out of state universities. My baby is leaving the nest.”
“Actually, I’ve decided to go to State.” Allison replied.
Her mother looked pleased. “With Mark? And it’s so much closer to home!”
She turned to Mark. “Didn’t you say that your roommate had backed out on you Mark? Now Allison can take his place, it would be cheaper then staying in the dorms.”
Mark had a surprised look on his face, and eventually stammered “Umm, yeah, but a female roommate …?”
“Oh, that’s no big deal. You’ll be off campus, and it’s a two bedroom apartment, it won’t be much different than being here at home.”
Their parents beamed as they turned to Allison. “What an excellent idea! Then Mark could keep an eye on you and keep you out of trouble.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” Allison said with a wink as she grinned at Mark.
Mark sat there, completely caught off guard as the conversation swirled on around him.Holy shit, now what do I do?
The rest of the evening, he managed to avoid being alone with her, but he noticed the little sidelong glances she kept making at him, and they were making him uncomfortable: he was sure that someone was going to be able to sense that something was going on between the two of them.
The wine had been flowing liberally throughout dinner, and as the evening wore on the adults began getting a little silly, and he found himself getting a little bored. He wandered outside to find Allison alone, sprawled out in a patio chair.
She smiled up at him. “Coming to find me?” She reached down to the hem of her dress and began to pull it up past her knees.
“Allison, stop.” Mark stepped closer to her to try and cover her movement, and she grinned as she exposed her pussy to him, bunching the material of her dress up above her waist.
“Just think, you’ll be seeing this every night next year in college. I can’t wait until we’re alone there.”
“Allison, this is crazy.” Mark said, frantically trying to pull the hem of her dress down, but Allison giggled as she wrested with him over the material.
“Allison …” Mark warned in a stern tone. “Stop it; you’re acting like a brat.”
She smiled up at him with a devious gleam in her eye.
“Make me.” She taunted.
“Allison, this is really stupid, someone can just walk out here and see what you’re doing. And where do you think this is going? I told you, we can’t date, we can’t be in a relationship, it’s just crazy.”
“We already are in a relationship.” Allison said as she reached for the zipper on his pants. “We’re in a relationship where you fuck me. What else do we need?”
Mark grabbed Allison’s hands and held them in place. “Just so long as you understand that’s all that there is.”
She looked up at him and rolled her eyes. “Jesus Christ Mark, I’m not stupid. I know exactly what this is. Now you’ve fucked me twice tonight, but I still haven’t cum yet. Why else do you think I’m so horny right now?”
Mark glanced back over his shoulder, and then took a look around their back yard.
“Not out here, we need some more privacy.” He took her by the hand and led her back towards the far end of the pool, away from the light spilling out from the windows of the house. There were several pool chairs there, and Allison chose one that faced the house, so they could see if anyone came looking for them.
Allison bent over and placed her hands on the lounge, while Mark pulled her dress up above her hips and unzipped his pants. He ran his fingers up and down her pussy lips until she started to get wet, and then placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed into her for the third time that night, eliciting a loud sigh of satisfaction from her.
He leaned forward and whispered urgently in her ear. “Not so much noise!!”
She groaned again and nodded as he continued pushing in and out of her. Her pussy was boiling; Mark couldn’t believe how hot she was.
“Do me hard Mark, treat me like a whore.” She moaned at him.
Mark couldn’t figure out where this was coming from. Allison had always been a princess, a spoiled brat, wanting for nothing. But somehow, having him take total control over her and forcing himself on her got her hot.
He bunched up the material from her dress in his hand, and placed it above her hip, keeping it out of his way. He grabbed her by the hair with his other hand and began forcing her backwards and forwards, while continuing to buck his hips into her. Allison loved the feeling and began moaning, but Mark realized that the rhythmic slapping sound of his groin smacking against her firm buttocks didn’t leave much doubt as to what was going on, especially with Allison’s moans of passion.
“Allison, be quiet!” He commanded.
Allison smiled and purred. He had grabbed her hair right at the base of her skull where it gave her a feeling of submission, but didn’t hurt too badly, just enough to excite her.
She decided to have some fun with this; it wasn’t fair that she hadn’t cum yet. She started bending her knees, one after the other, to rock her hips back and forth. She kept mewling as Mark continued to slam into her.
Mark let go of her dress and placed his hand over her mouth to silence her. Now he had both hands wrapped around her head, adding to the eroticism of the encounter for Allison. He pulled her upright, and she bunched up the material of her dress, hiking it up above her waist, while Mark maintained his grip on her head and continued pumping in and out of her.
From this position he was hitting her g-spot on every stroke, sending little jolts of electricity through her groin. Allison could feel her impending orgasm about to overwhelm her when Mark suddenly stopped and began crab walking them behind a bush.
“Someone’s coming!” He hissed in her ear. Allison tried to keep moving with him, but her legs were feeling weak, and she stumbled in her wedge sandals. Mark wrapped his arm around her waist, and physically lifted her off the ground as he scurried for cover. His dick had been dislodged in the process, and Allison whined a complaint into the hand still covering her mouth.
“Mark? Where are you?” His dad called, peering into the darkness. “People are leaving now, come say goodbye.”
“Okay.” Mark called back, evoking a muffled exhalation of indignation from Allison.Again?!?!? She thought to herself. Jesus Christ, what’s a girl got to do to have an orgasm around here????
“Is Allison with you?” His dad asked.
“Yeah, we’re talking about next year.” Mark replied.
“Well the two of you come say your goodbyes.” He said, and walked back inside.
Mark took his hand off of Allison’s mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed Allison down towards his cock and pressed it against her lips.
“Clean it off real quick.” He instructed her.
She was about to protest when he grabbed her by the chin and pressed on both of her cheeks, forcing her mouth open and shoving his dick into it. He rocked back and forth a few times, then tucked it back into his pants and headed inside. Allison sat there for a moment collecting herself, then stood up, straightened her dress, and followed him inside.
As they bade their parents’ guests good night, her mom peered quizzically at her.
“Allison, are you okay? You look a little flushed.”
Mark panicked for a brief moment, but Allison calmly defused the situation.
“I had a couple of glasses of wine tonight; I’m feeling a little warm.” She said.
As they set about cleaning up, Allison could barely contain herself. She had been just about to cum when they were interrupted this time, and she fought the urge to leap on Mark and fuck him to her hearts content.
Their parents bade them good night and headed to bed. As soon as their bedroom door closed, Allison was reaching for Mark’s pants, but he pushed her hands away.
“Are you nuts? We’ve had them almost walk in on us twice tonight. No way.”
Allison was going crazy with desire. “Maaarrrrrrrkkkkk, I have to cum, please make me cum.”
“No way, not with them in the house. You’re going to have to take care of things yourself.” He said, to Allison’s disbelief.
Mark headed to his bedroom, leaving Allison horny and frustrated. She waited until she was pretty sure that their parents were asleep, and then tried to sneak into Marks room, only to discover that he had locked the door. She stamped her feet in frustration before going to her room. She climbed into her shower and turned the water on before selecting the pulse setting. Thank God she had a handheld shower head …
She snatched it off the wall and pressed it to her pussy while she twisted her nipples.Oh God, yes…
She leaned back against the shower wall as she felt herself finally getting close again.
Her orgasm was a small one, but she would take it after what she had gone through tonight.
Three times. Three times Mark had been inside of her tonight, and she hadn’t been able to cum once. She closed her eyes and sighed. This would have to do for now. Tomorrow, she’d find a way to be alone with Mark.
The next day, Allison couldn’t stop looking at the clock; she thought her shift at the store would never end. As soon as she finished, she headed to the water park, figuring to catch Mark as he was leaving. Unfortunately, rush hour traffic impeded her, and she got there half an hour after the park closed that night. The parking lot was deserted, except for Mark’s car.
Where was he? She grabbed her phone and texted him, but got no response. She called and it immediately went to voicemail.
Her heart sank. He’s with that whore…
Mark ignored his phone; he didn’t want to think about Allison right now. He and Julia had gone to a nearby burger joint and were just enjoying each other’s company. Fucking Allison the previous night had really relaxed him, and as odd as it seemed, now that Mark didn’t care about getting in her pants tonight, Julia seemed to be warming up to him.
She was constantly reaching across the table and touching him, and at one point, when a girl had cast a glance his direction, Julia had glared at her.
Mark grinned to himself. He didn’t know what kind of game Julia was playing, but he was going to play it cool with her, and having gotten laid the night before helped him carry it off. The more laid back he was, the more Julia seemed to be trying to arouse him.
As she pulled up next to his car, Julia turned to him with a smile as she shut off the engine.
“I really enjoy spending time with you.”
“Thanks.” Mark replied. “I enjoy spending time with you, too.”
As they kissed goodnight, Mark thought he could detect some reluctance on Julia’s part to let him go, but he wasn’t sure.
As Mark returned home that night, Allison was waiting for him in the driveway.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” She demanded of him angrily.
He sighed and pushed past her. “I’m too tired for this shit.”
“Mark, wait!!” She grabbed at his arm, trying to stop him. “Please, I need you!”
He pulled free of her clutching grasp, exasperated with her neediness. God, I wish I had never fucked her. She’s driving me crazy!
“Allison, knock it off, our parents are inside. Do you want them to find out what we’ve been doing?”
“You mean, ‘what you’ve been doing to me’?”
Mark stopped in his tracks. Something about the way she said that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He turned to face her as she crossed her arms over her chest and appraised him coolly.
“Allison …” He began. He couldn’t even think of what to say next. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that you better be figuring out how to keep me happy instead of spending time with that whore, if you know what’s good for you.”
Mark could see the veiled threat that was there, and he started to respond when it hit him: she was trying to piss him off, to get under his skin.God, this is getting tiring. He thought to himself. The endless mind games were wearing on him, and Allison was starting to prove to be more trouble than she was worth.
But she sure looked good. She was wearing a pair of tight running shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top that displayed her assets to their best effect. Despite himself, he was getting aroused.
He glared at Allison.
“Don’t you try and threaten me you little tramp. Not after you’ve been parading around in that little slut outfit, just begging for some guy to squeeze your titties and fuck the shit out of you.”
She smiled as he stalked towards her and took her by the arm, roughly leading her around to the side of the garage, as far away from where he thought their parents might be. He glanced around the neighborhood, making sure that no one would see them as he dragged her deeper into the shadows. He pushed her up against the rough brick wall a little more forcefully than necessary, and then slapped her across the face. He was pissed at her, at himself, at this whole situation. He yanked her shorts down and was greeted by the musky aroma of her wet pussy. He pushed her shorts down to her feet and bent to pull them over her sandals before straightening back up and jamming them into her mouth as she moaned appreciatively. Her pungent juices filled her mouth as she bit down on the nylon shorts.
Mark dropped his shorts and ran his swelling dick up and down her pubis, lightly touching her swollen clit as he did so. Allison had begun growing her pubic hair back, and he could feel the short hairs tickling the underside of his shaft. He dropped his hand to her pussy and began roughly fingering her as she moaned into her shorts. He pulled his hand free and hiked her leg up to provide himself with a passage into her wet tunnel and guided his shaft into her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, humping her hips wildly, desperately seeking a release. He grabbed her ass with his free hand and pulled her towards his cock. She grabbed his shaft with her hand and guided him to her opening. She groaned as he sank into her, pushing as deeply as he could. She squirmed a bit, trying to accommodate his girth, but he gave her no time to adjust, pushing into her as deeply as he could, mashing up against her clit on each stroke. She bit down into the shorts he had stuffed into her mouth and pulled herself as closely to him as she could, enjoying the forceful fucking she was getting from him.
For his part, Mark was feeling more and more like this was a chore. Who would have thought that sex could be such a hassle?
He glanced down at Allison and felt a surge of anger towards her. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was breathing heavily as her teeth clenched down on the shorts stuffed into her mouth. He could feel how hot she was, her pussy was clamping down on his cock, and her juices were running down her legs. She was enjoying herself, and he wasn’t, and that pissed Mark off.
He took his hand off her ass and placed it against her throat, cutting off her air. She began inhaling sharply through her nose, and Mark could feel her struggle a bit. His hand was in an awkward position, so it wasn’t like he was really choking her, but his thumb was pushing against her windpipe, giving her the feeling of choking. It panicked her a bit at first, but it also made her feel a bit light headed, which made the sensations in her groin even more intense. Mark began thrusting into her as hard as he could, lifting her off the ground with each thrust, making her squeal. Mark leaned forward, pressing her against the wall while he slammed into her, trying to batter her pussy into submission.
Despite his annoyance with her he couldn’t fight nature, and it wasn’t long before Allison’s grasping pussy had him ready to cum.
He started grunting, and his thumb pressed even harder against her windpipe. That pushed Allison over the edge, and she began cumming hard, moaning past her shorts. She pulled her arms even tighter around Mark’s neck, and he came, shooting his load into her pussy.
He released his hold on her neck as his breathing returned to normal, and let her leg fall to the ground. Allison was still shaky, and kept her arms wrapped around his neck to hold herself up. Mark gently retrieved her shorts from her mouth and kept them in his hand until she let go of him, then pressed them into her hand.
“I’m going inside. You need to stay out here and get yourself together.”
As he walked off, Allison leaned back against the wall and exhaled, wiping sweat from her forehead and smiling.He’s so easy … She thought to herself.
For his part, Mark was confused by her behavior and a bit worried too. After last night, he thought that Allison knew where things stood, but he hadn’t counted on her jealousy complicating things.
As he lay in bed that night he tossed and turned, consumed with worry. As bratty as she was, Allison may very well try and claim that he had been raping her all summer. He knew that he was going to have to find a way to defuse the threat she was holding over his head.

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Ricardo Responds!
I have had many comments and queries left at the foot of my stories on this site. Of the comments, some have been rude and insulting but for the most part they have been encouraging or even flattering. I read every comment made, maybe not immediately, but I check through all my stories at least once every week or so. I try to respond to most of these comments, and indeed, have developed quite an on-going correspondence with some of my regular readers! I do tend to lose my temper with some of the rude and insulting comments and have, in some cases, written back with some rather vitriolic responses of my own!
I have no objection to criticism; on the contrary, I rather welcome it. If a reader doesn’t like my story he can either go away muttering about how awful/unrealistic/crap it was or he write a comment and tell me. If he chooses the latter course of action then he brings his comment into the public domain and I then have the right and the opportunity to respond and defend my story or accept the critiscism. If this is all conducted in a civilised manner and I can see that the critiscism is justified then I’ll probably write back and tell my correspondent so; I may even re-issue the story in an amended version or make sure other stories are treated in the manner suggested. On the other hand, if the reader can see a development or sequel which might be brought into play at a later date, then I should welcome his or her views. If it seems a good idea and fits in with my style, then I’ll certainly use it. I’ll also credit any reader with the suggestion at the head of the story (see ‘Mother’s Girl 2’). If I receive a suggestion which doesn’t fit in with my style then I’ll tell you that as well. One reader is constantly suggesting events which could happen in future stories concerning some of my existing characters. Unfortunately, they are rather too blunt for me, but the guy certainly has a vivid imagination and I’ve suggested he should write the stories himself! I don’t mean this to sound rude. He has the ideas; why give them to someone else?!
At the head of this text, I spoke of comments and queries. By far the most common query has been from readers who would like to write their own stories, who have asked me how to write. It’s this aspect which has prompted me to compose this particular piece. I don’t suppose it is going to do much for my overall ‘score’ or indeed give this piece a starring role in the ‘best ever’ category, but I get so much enjoyment writing these stories (it’s a diversion from the writing I do in ‘my other life’ away from this site) that I would like to encourage others to ‘have a go!’
How do you start? Well, in general fiction, that might be difficult, but on this site, the content is already broadly defined for you isn’t it? You must have an interest in the subject because that’s why you are surfing here anyway! You feel the need to write erotic fiction and there’s probably one particular category that interests you more than others, so you start with that. In my case, I’ve always been turned on by Corporal Punishment (CP) so that’s what my early stories were all about. I have a very broad and erotic imagination and so ideas have never been a problem, but I’ll make a confession here which may be of use to you………….
CP readership is dedicated but limited. One day, I decided to research the site to see what the subject matter was for those stories which seem to really take off and so I read all those which were approaching, at the time, the 100,000 readership mark. I discovered that they were what I should categorise as ‘on the edge’ themes, and the most common of these seemed to be ‘incest’. I am more broadminded than most but a lot of those ‘edge’ themes are too much for me. I’d feel uneasy writing about such subjects and I decided to leave them well alone, but although the practice of incest is a crime, I for one, have felt turned on by close female members of my family from my teen years upwards as I suspect have most members of the human race! Surely it’s better to get it out of your system through fantasy? After all, our womenfolk are sexually mature members of our own species and as such are available as the objects of active male (or female) sexual desire by any non family member. If, when I was at school, a teenaged school friend got an erection at the thought of fucking my Mother, then why shouldn’t I also get one at the same thought! I don’t have to tell Mother what I’m thinking, do I? And I’m sure my school friend won’t tell her how he feels! (Nor what he does under the bedclothes every night while thinking about her!)
With these ideas buzzing round in my head, I decided to write a story with incest as it’s central theme (although there’s a little bit of spanking as well!) and the result was ‘Keep it in the family’ which has far outstripped everything else I’ve written. Its approaching a readership of 30,000 whereas my most read CP story (‘Her first thrashing’ ) which has been around for much longer, has only about half that.
Another thought occurs to me here. It’s essential to get the title correct. ‘her first thrashing’
was originally written as ‘in the gymnasium’, but for a reason I’ll go into in next, I decided this didn’t have enough impact; furthermore, it didn’t give an instant clue as to what the story was about. This ‘impact’ thing I spoke of; One of my early stories (and I mean written years before I discovered XNXX) I called ‘OTK and the Aftermath’ (it originally appeared on a dedicated CP site)and that’s how it appeared on this site. I submitted with two others which rapidly outstripped it in ‘reads’ I asked the webmaster for permission to re-title it, but this apparently cannot be done. I came to the conclusion that the title was meaningless to readers not into CP (OTK means ‘Over the Knee’) and so I decided to conduct a little experiment. I made a slight edit to the story, put an explanatory paragraph in at the start and re-submitted it as ‘A good hard spanking for Sue!’ Nobody could have any doubts what that was about, could they? As I write this, the story in its original format has been read 5012 times and has had ‘no comments’ but the new version has had 7152 reads and has attracted 6 comments! Point made, I think!
So, what do you need to write a story? You must have imagination. Without it, you’re going nowhere (although many of my stories have their roots in truth ….. something genuinly from my past eg ‘In at the deep end’ ….. my school was like that! and ‘Six of the best’ was based on a story told me by a former girlfriend about an actual event at her school) You must be able to express yourself in word pictures. I liken it to imagining a scene like a stage set. Could be a school, an office, your own (or a previous) house, a leafy glade, your car …..anywhere. I then work out the characters who will appear on my ‘stage’, drop them down on it, and see where they go to! Are you writing in the first or third person? If it’s the former are you telling this as yourself? If you are; are you writing AS yourself or someone else… I sometimes write as my female ‘alter ego’ Rachael and sometimes as an un-named 25 year old lesbian in the ‘Mother’s Girl’ stories. All adds to the challenge! And another thing; with what degree of intamcy are you going to address your audience? At the beginning of this piece I adopted an impersonal style adressing my readership in the abstract, but when I’d written three paragraphs and began to answer that question ‘How do I start?’, then I switch to a much more personal and intimate way of address …. almost as if we were enjoying a quiet drink together and I was giving a good friend a bit of advice!
Right! Imagine that you’re telling yourself a story; try to imagine the dialogue and make it realistic. Don’t over emphasise the dialogue part; you’re not writing a play and you’ll slow the action down (Its OK in longer stories but not in these). Try to see both sides of the conversation if you do insert dialogue. One sided speech is very obvious. Don’t drag the story line out. In most cases a short story will have more impact than pages of waffle. Think what sort of audience you hope to attract (and what use they will probably make of your story ………. Don’t be shy …. We’re all sexually active animals)
Above all.. HAVE FUN ……… nothing you write in this genre is going to win you the Booker Prize! Enjoy the experience of giving others a pleasant quarter of an hour or so!
Ricardo

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Josie

Josie finds new love after an unsatisfying experience with dad.

Haunted House: Part III

Kelly had gone to visit her mother for the week, leaving me to prep the house for our first paying guests. As luck would have it, the inn would be full this weekend. A last minute booking of all five bedrooms on the second floor guaranteed by a family get-together.
I had succeeded in cleaning the house thoroughly by late Wednesday, remembering something Kelly and I had left in the attic. Entering the room around sunset, I felt that all too familiar tingling in my loins. Looking down, I watched as my penis rose and stiffened in my boxers. (not wanting to dirty good clothes, I had taken to cleaning in my gotchies)
Suddenly, I felt very, very tired and sat on the big four poster bed. I laid back and almost immediately fell asleep. How long I slept, I cannot say, but it couldn’t have been too long because the sun was just disappearing when I felt a presence in the room with me. Looking around, I saw nothing. Dismissing the thought, I drifted off again, only to feel my cock being freed from its cotton jail. Looking at my crotch, I again saw nothing. I felt a warm wet sensation around the head of my raging hard manhood. Slowly the warm dampness spread down my shaft, a velvet softness that felt just like a woman enveloping me in her cunt.
I was frozen in place. I felt the warmth rise and fall on my shaft, but saw nothing but my prick sticking straight up in the air. I began to feel the tingling in my nut sac, letting me know that I was close to coming. Still staring at myself, I grunted with the release as I felt my seed speed up through my shaft. But to my surprise, in spite of the intensity of the feeling, I saw no sperm ejaculate from the tip of my swollen cock. I tried to reach for my dick, but could not move. My arms felt pinned to the bed. I was getting freaked!
As my imaginary orgasm subsided I began to see the faint shape of a voluptuous woman riding atop me. She had long blonde hair, very large breasts and her mid-section was encased in a whalebone corset. Her face was set in an orgasmic grimace as she continued to impale herself on me. My hips rose and fell and my cock felt the velvet softness of her vaginal canal as it squeezed and coaxed me toward another climax. I did not disappoint her, thrusting deeply into the apparition, I came again, feeling her suck the life giving syrup out of my pulsating balls.
The ghostly figure took on a more solid appearance, leaning over my and offering me one of her pendulous breasts. I eagerly took the dark, fleshy nipple in my mouth and suckled like a hungry infant as she continued to ride my still stiff member. I ached from the exertion of continuously fucking this nymphomaniacal ghost, but I could not bring myself to stop. Her nipple felt soft in my mouth and my tongue experienced the sensation of licking live flesh and my ears were treated to the music of her moans as I sucked and fucked the rubenesque spirit.
Again I felt my balls draw up , signaling yet another explosion of sperm, and, when it came, I screamed in ecstasy as I felt three strong spurts of my semen blow out of the slit in my cockhead and bathe her with the warm, gooey cream.
And again her form took on more definition, as if my cum was bringing her to life. She guided one of my hands to her sperm and honey soaked dark bush, indicating that I should massage her now prominent clit. Meeting my up-thrusts and clit strumming, her moans ran together into a siren song until she stiffened, caught her breathe and orgasmed, wildly thrashing above me. The feel of her cunt as it spasmed around my cock was indescribable. I grabbed the cheeks of her ample ass, fucking harder and faster, lifting her off the bed and groaning as she swallowed my manhood each time she dropped into my lap.
We must have done this for most of the night. It was mostly a blur to me. I remember coming six times, and with each ejaculation, this lovely Victorian lady became more and more real to me, until I noticed the orange-pink wisps of sunrise peering through the window. When her vision first came to me, her dark brown hair was tied up in a bun, but as the night wore on , more and more of her hair fell about her face. Finally sated, or perhaps afraid of the daylight, she rose off my still hard cock, bent over it, kissing the dark pink crown. Her lips parted and she licked the remnants of our lovemaking from the head and shaft before walking to the mirror. She turned and whispered, “Come back to me.” then disappeared into the mirror.
I blinked, not believing what I had seen. I rubbed my bleary eyes, but she was gone! I looked at my aching penis, beginning to droop. All evidence of our tryst had disappeared.
Even the scent of her sex, which had permeated the room not five minutes ago, was gone.
I stumbled to the mirror, hoping to see her image somewhere, but saw nothing but my haggard sleepless face. I turned from the mirror and walked on unsteady feet to the door, closing it behind me. I barely made it to the second floor, where I collapsed on a guest bed and slept for eight hours.
Waking up in mid-afternoon with a start, I recalled the previous nights activity with crystal clarity, but, except for the chafing on my cock there was no evidence that I had done anything at all. Hurrying through my chores, I finished just before sunset. Drawn to the attic, I returned there, determined to clarify whether or not I imagined what had happened. I sat and waited in eager anticipation of her arrival. Shortly after the last rays of sunshine disappeared behind the mountains, my lovely apparition returned, floating through the mirror surface. Her hair was up, but she wore a see-through nightgown that draped off her breasts, barely hiding her voluptuous figure. I even saw the silhouette of her dark bush behind the gauzy fabric.
Mesmerized, I watched her float toward me, stop in front of me and sink to her knees.
Slowly, she undid my pants, freeing my cock from its cotton jail. Grabbing the shaft and squeezing gently, she lowered her face to the dark pink helmet of my penis, and, extending her tongue, gingerly licked the drops of clear liquid that had formed there. Opening her lips, I watched in awe as the head passed her pale pink lips. I could feel the warmth of her mouth as it enveloped my shaft, shivering in delight as her tongue swirled around the head. As her tongue played with the underside of my cockhead, I wished I could come right then and there! It was sheer exquisite torture, watching and feeling her tongue as it slid up and down my piss slit. It almost felt as if she were trying to slip the tip up into my cock, seeking the source of my manhood.
Grabbing her head, I tried to guide her mouth further down the shaft, swallowing more and more of me, but she would not be rushed. In my zeal to poke her throat, I dislodged her comb, and her hair cascaded down around her face, obscuring every detail except her lips, clearly seen sucking on my prick. “Ohhhh! Goddd! That feels soooo good!” I moaned, still watching as she slowly devoured my meat.
She hummed her reply, making my cock jump. I felt her fingers as they lightly grazed my leg, wandering slowly up toward my raging cock. Her touch was like an electric current! When her fingers cupped my sac, I thought I would faint, her nails lightly scratching the crinkly skin, her palms warm against my testicles. Still humming and slurping, her head bobbed faster. Perhaps she was getting impatient. I assured her it would not be long before her loving oral caresses would be rewarded. She looked up into my eyes as she sucked deeper, one of her long nailed fingers worming its way past my sphincter.
“Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Cummminnnggg! NNNNGGHH!” I screamed as I felt the rush of sperm course up through my burgeoning penis. Grabbing the base with her other hand, she opened her mouth so I could watch her feast on my cream, she said, “Feed me!”
I watched as my cock spat glob after glob of viscous fluid onto her waiting tongue. Stroking and squeezing my shaft, she milked the last drops from me, swallowing the mouthful of warm cum. She stood up and I wiped a small amount of semen from the corner of her full lips and stuck the finger in my mouth..
She seemed almost horrified by the act and grabbing my face in her hands planted a deep kiss on my lips, worming her tongue well inside, as if she were searching for the droplet I had taken from her mouth.
Pushing me down on the bed, she told me she was still hungry. She positioned herself over my still rampant cock and settled her damp pussy over my face. I opened up the petals of her flower, sinking my face into the steamy dampness of her sex. Breathing in the heavy scent of her aroused cunt, I licked and sucked on the fleshy outer lips listening to her moan as her lips engulfed my cock again.
Latching onto her clit, I sucked voraciously as I pushed two, then three fingers palm deep into her leaking snatch. She squirmed and squealed as I scratched the front wall of her cloying vagina, searching for her g-spot. Finding the spongy tissue I scratched and rubbed until my fingers began to cramp. She was now bucking against my hand and face, tickling me with the coarse black hairs of her pussy.
She pulled free of my cock as she orgasmed for the fist time, rubbing the head all over her face as she moaned and thrashed, leaking healthy amounts of her love syrup onto my face. I drank from her spasming cunt, not allowing it to escape from my lips, savoring the sweet saltiness of her.
She caressed my balls with her lips and tongue urging them to fill her with their wonderful contents before resuming the throat fucking. Meanwhile, spurred on by the scent and taste of her luscious twat I pushed my fingers back in, only this time I used four, at first, then tried to push my fist inside, all the while rasping her clit with my tongue, teasing the tip, then bathing the whole of her warm wet muff.
“Mmmfff! MMMffff!” she moaned loudly as I gently pushed my fist into her. Pulling off my cock, she cried “Oh my God! What are you doing? It‘s so big!”
“Does it feel good?” I asked between licks of her labia.
“Oh God Yes! Your filling my cunny! It feels hard like a cock! What is it?”
“I’m fucking you with my fist!” I replied as I churned my hand deep inside her, scraping the walls of her cloying cunt with my fingertips.
“Ohhh! Don’t stop! I’m going to spend! Yess! AAAHHHH!” she screamed as her vaginal muscles flexed, squeezing my hand. Latching onto her quivering clit, I sucked hard as she orgasmed violently, squirting her love juice all over my face. Pulling my honey soaked hand from her very tight, very wet pussy, alternately licking the clear liquid from my fingers and her swollen lips and bush.
Regaining her composure, she returned to her task of emptying my balls of their precious contents, slurping and sucking as I thrust my hips upward, feeling my cockhead brush the back of her throat. Interminable minutes passed as she bathed my dick with her spit until I could contain myself no longer and, with a grunt, announced that I was pouring yet another serving of my precious semen into her insatiable mouth.
“My cunny is burning! Please put out my fire!” she pleaded as she positioned herself on the bed, ass in the air, pussylips spread wide, showing the moist pink flesh of her inner twat. “Fuck me! Please?”
Looking down at my amazingly stiff, spit and cum covered manhood, I stepped behind her and shoved myself deep inside her waiting muff. “Yess!” she hissed, “Fuck me ! Hard Fast! Rough! I’m your slave!”
Reaching around her ample waist, I grabbed a handful of each breast, kneading each one like a ball of dough as I pistonned in and out of her hot wetness, wishing only to splatter my sperm deep in her ghostly womb. I knew that this apparition was draining the life from me with each orgasm, but I could not bring myself to stop. “Fuck me like a dog in heat!” she begged. Her butt cheeks rippled with each thrust, my balls slapped against her puffy lips, and her pussy farted each time my pubic bone jarred against her. “”I’m such a bad girl!” she taunted, “Punish me! Punish me with your cock!.”
The more she spoke, the harder and faster I fucked into her. I pinched her nipple hard with my left hand while scratching her clit with the other, making her moan between taunts. I wormed a finger into her sloppy wet slit, rubbing against the underside of my cuckold.
We built each other up toward another orgasmic crescendo, her vaginal muscles compressing around my cock and finger until her breath caught in her throat. “Ohhh! Ohhhh! OOOHHHH! I’m spending!” she cried, collapsing on the bed.
I pulled out, my cock dripping with the slick honey from her cooze. “Oh God! Please don’t stop!” I rolled her over, grabbed her legs, resting the back of her knees in the crooks of my arms and stepped forward, my cock sliding effortlessly in between the bedewed lips of her hungry sex. “Ahhh! Yesss! Watch yourself fuck me!”
Following her directions I looked down where we were connected, my penis sawing in and out, pulling her tight pussy flesh out with me, and swallowing my still hard cock.
“I love the feel of your cock! You fill me deliciously!” she cooed smiling up at me.
The sweat was rolling off my forehead with the exertion of this fuckfest, but I continued to push in and out of her increasing the speed of our rhythmic coupling. She noticed me staring at her breasts, rippling with each thrust. She grabbed my hands, pulling them toward her, bending her over so her knees were almost even with her ears. My fingers touched her nipples and an electric shock shot through my body. My cock exploded deep in her cunt, smearing my seed all over the cloying walls.
I collapsed on top of her, my head between her large breasts. She held me in place until she was sure that my cock was empty of the serum she craved. Offering me a nipple to suck she rolled me off and sliding her hand up and down my shaft. Panting, I pleaded into her tit that she stop and give me a rest.
“Only if you promise to cum again for me before the sun comes up.”
“I’m not sure I can” I replied.
“It’s still hard. And I’m certain that I can make you cum again.”
I was too weak to fight, and let her do as she pleased. She rolled me on my back and surrounded my raging hard-on with her breasts, smearing them with the leftovers from our just completed fuck. As the helmet of my penis peeked out from her cleavage she licked the slit with her tongue. “Mmmmm! I love the taste of your cock! But you already know that” she teased, letting the boner disappear, only to re-emerge and get licked again.
Tiring of this game she re-mounted herself on top of me sighing as she felt my stiff flesh as it parted her cuntlips.
She quickly became lost in the lust for come and bounced up and down, almost letting me escape before swallowing me up. I was being used , but didn’t care. She only wanted me for my semen, not for me. Leaning backward, she found that my prick would massage her g-spot and moaned as she bent my spear to make her come. Then she leaned forward, offering me a suck on her pendulous breasts. Rocking back and forth, she milked my shaft as she came again with a gush, bathing my torso with great gobs of her vaginal fluid.
The smell of our fucking was assaulting my nostrils. All I could smell was the bleachy scent of my sperm and the overwhelming scent of her overactive cunt.
Finally, I felt the telltale rush that happens just before ejaculation, and grunting weakly,
Sprayed the last dregs of cum from my overused balls. She rose up and standing next to me. Reaching her hand down, she asked in a throaty whisper, “Will you come with me?”
I stood up on wobbly knees. “Where?” I said, still under her spell.
“Follow me!” she said, taking my hand and leading me to the mirror. She started to step through it. “Come to me, lover!” she whispered.
I started to follow. With part of me still in the attic, I felt a hand pull me back. Turning to look, I saw a terrified Kelly pulling me back into the room. My apparition lover, tugged me into the mirror. “Come, lover! I can offer you all the sex you want. Something she will NEVER do!”
I felt myself drifting further into the mirror world. Kelly pulled hard, saying, “ I love you! She only wants you to play with! Come back! Please? I don’t want to lose you!”
I had two women fighting over me! What do I do?

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