My Special Love (Happy Valentine’s Day)
A love poem written for Valentine’s Day…what did you expect?
A love poem written for Valentine’s Day…what did you expect?
Part 32
Green Island – Aftermath
When the ferry finally took the group back to Cairns, Maria, Nita and Lynne sat together. Each needed to tell Michael and the other girls that they were leaving the harem.
The helicopter landed, the blades still turning, when Beth ran to her father and lover.
“Have fun?” he asked gently, holding her so tight she gasped.
She looked in his eyes to see the real question, “You’re my man! I had fun, but I need my man. I’d never let any other man inside me.” The ferocity of her reply surprised him. Then he realized she needed an answer, “You’re my forever woman. Always and forever,” he saw Beth relax, knowing she was still first.
Alice followed committing to Michael and the harem, tenderly taking his face in her hands and kissing him with passion and love.
Next, Jennifer took his hands and placed them between her breasts, over her heart. She looked into Michael’s eyes, and said, “You are my man, my lover and my future. I love you Michael. I never knew how much until this last week.”
Lynne, Maria and Nita approached slowly. They cried. Each handed him their commitment ring. Michael’s heart bled, but he tenderly kissed them. Alice had given him warning.
“If you ever want back, let us know. We love you,” he said softly to each of them. From the corner of his eye he saw Rafaela glowering at them. His heart ached.
Kat bounced out of the craft. Even with her damaged eyelid, she looked young, exuberant and perfect. “Michael, I hope you never had any doubt! I love you. You are the only man I will ever want inside me.”
Becka and Sandy followed. “Michael, we need to talk…”
They left the guards to handle the luggage and headed inside.
“Let’s go to my office. I think everyone needs some space.” He saw Beth nod her agreement. To what, he did not know.
The girls sat on the leather couch in Michael’s office.
“Shoot.”
Becka and Sandy looked at each other, clearly uncomfortable.
“Do you want me to call Alice?” Michael asked neutrally. Both girls nodded.
He pushed a button on his cell.
In a short time Alice appeared. “What’s up?” she asked cheerfully. Then she looked in Becka and Sandy’s face.
“Ready to talk now?” Michael asked softly.
“We need you, Dad. We really had a great time at Green Island, but neither Sandy nor I could cut loose. We weren’t sure we were OK with sex.”
Alice sighed. She realized what was coming. So did Michael.
“Honey, what do you think would make you OK with sex,” she asked, giving Michael time to think.
“We want to try with Michael before we try with anyone else. We trust him. We love him. We know this week was for us, but Sandy and I are scared….”
“We’re not sure about committing for the rest of our lives, but we need to know that we’re OK. It just didn’t feel right with someone we don’t know or love,” added Sandy.
Michael looked at Alice who nodded imperceptibly.
“Girls,” he said softly with love in his eyes, “we need to first help Maria, Nita and Lynne. They’ve made a big decision and need our help preparing to leave the compound. Why don’t we wait until they’ve moved into town? I don’t want them to feel that you are taking their place.”
Alice’s relief shone on her face.
“Then we’ll make love for the first time.”
Maria and Nita departed the next morning, crying in Rafaela’s arms. They felt ashamed. Michael did all he could to assuage their guilt. He assured them that the door to his heart remained open.
Jeff came to pick Maria up and to meet her adopted family. He and Michael locked eyes as they shook hands. Jeff promised to be good to her. His eyes told Michael it was a promise he would keep.
Erik came to collect Nita. Michael thought he was a strong, gentle soul, absolutely perfect for Nita.
Lynne left a day later. Shoshana saw happiness in her sister’s eyes and seemed to impart that message to Michael, easing his pain.
Ian came to meet the harem and Michael about whom he had heard so much.
Ian asked Michael for his permission to marry Lynne in the future if she would have him, though he also promised Michael he would not ask for at least three months.
Michael was impressed with Ian. It soothed his pain knowing that Lynne would have a good chance at happiness.
At dinner that night, Shoshana rose and toasted, “To life!” in Hebrew. She was looking directly at Michael, “To love!” in English. Michael’s eyes misted.
Becka and Sandy were anxious. They loved the sex gym, but needed to make love with their hearts as well as their bodies. They’d decided that Becka would stay with Michael first.
Beth and her five other harem members seemed genuinely happy for the girls. They knew that these wonderful girls just needed a doorway opened. Once the learned the truth about making love, they would seek their own man. They’d charmed at least half the men at the weeklong party. Each had a man waiting. Each man had abstained during the week, preferring to wait for the girls to be ready.
Alice, Jennifer, Sandy and Rafaela took Becka into one bathroom while Beth, Kat and Shoshana took Michael to the other. Beth suggested that Michael take a five-hour energy drink in addition to his Cialis. She suspected Becka would be a tigress tonight.
In the girls’ bathroom, Beth’s suspicion seemed laughably far of the mark. Becka was nervous. Her body had shut down the one time she tried on Green Island. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. Alice saw the fear in Becka’s green eyes.
“Nothing has to happen tonight. If you’re afraid or don’t respond, tell Michael. He’ll understand,” Alice said unintentionally adding to Becka’s terror.
“If I can’t respond to him, I’ll always be frigid!”
Cursing herself, Alice slipped out to talk with Michael.
“She’s terrified, Michael. She tried with one of the boys on Green Island and her body shut down.”
Michael thought for a minute. His eyes sparkled with a possible solution. Dressed only in his robe, he went to the kitchen and found a can of whipped cream and fresh strawberries, arriving back in the bedroom as Becka slowly entered.
She wore a long silken robe. Her fine brown hair was in a single ponytail. Flawless makeup highlighted her delicate features and large, almost almond green eyes that now held a haunted expression.
He took her in his arms as the girls exited the room, turning out the electric lights. She trembled at his touch. Soft gentle music played while candles flickered.
He swept her into his arms and laid her carefully on the bed.
He retrieved the bowl of strawberries, can of whipped cream and the requisite flutes of champagne.
Becka sat up, looking at him quizzically. “I thought we were going to make love?”
Michael smiled, “We will if you still want to. Making love’s not always this ultra serious thing. It’s fun too.” He slid next to her. He knew she was very ticklish.
He ran his hand along her flank sensuously, tantalizing her flesh beneath her robe. She sighed audibly.
Without warning he tickled the same place. She shrieked with laughter, squirming to defend herself. He attacked her enthusiastically. Becka screamed. She hadn’t laughed or enjoyed a man’s touch like this in years.
Finally Michael relented, dropping back onto his pillow
“No fair! You’re not ticklish!” she complained, but her eyes were filled with laughter.
He fed her strawberries with whip cream, a favorite of hers. He dropped one in her champagne.
Finally she snuggled in his arms, her head on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat and her fear evaporated. He felt her begin to relax.
He stroked her cheek, neck and shoulder. She snuggled closer, pressing her C cup breasts against him. He slid his hand beneath her robe to caress her back. She murmured her delight looking up into his eyes.
She squirmed up and placed her lips on his. The kiss started slowly but gradually grew into a fiery demand. Her lips parted, inviting Michael’s tongue to enter. He caressed the top of her palette. She shivered slightly. She pulled back. Her eyes blazed incandescent with passion and need.
She pulled away and sat on her feet, shrugging out of her robe.
Becka’s breasts sprung free, miniature ski slopes with large, puffy pink aureoles and hard nipples.
Michael shrugged out of his robe and opened his arms for her. She stared at his cock for a moment. She ignored his arms, wanting to inspect his organ. Her small hand gripped its soft smooth hardness. Pre-cum liquid at his slit enticed her. She licked it delicately. She looked at him, smiling a knowing, female smile.
She took the head into her warm mouth, circling it, learning how to give pleasure. Michael stared at her, his excitement growing by the second.
“Honey, that feels incredible!”
She slid back up his body and kissed him deeply. He felt her need and joy.
He gently pushed her onto her back, his lips still on hers. He began exploring those magnificent breasts. He took his time, feeling her passion grow. His mouth sucked on one nipple, one hand caressed the other breast while his hand explored her belly just above her sex.
Gripping his hair, she urgently pushed him lower until his lips were caressing her labia. She dripped with excitement. He went lower to her puckered starfish, caressing and penetrating it with his tongue. His middle finger replaced his tongue. She gasped for breath.
He parted her nether lips with his tongue, tasting her essence for the first time. She tasted fresh and a little tangy.
He traced her lips to their joining point, but did not touch her visibly engorged clit as it peeked shyly from its hood. Her breath came in ragged gasps.
His thumb pressed into her pussy. She shrieked “YES” over and over.
He rubbed his finger and thumb together, separated only by the thin membrane.
She pulled him to her clit. He sucked and gently bit down.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I’m CUMMMMMMMGGG,” she screamed.
Michael could tell. She’d just squirted!
He continued to torture her clit, extending her orgasm or perhaps giving her new ones close together.
Finally she signaled a stop by pushing his head away.
Michael lay beside her, taking her into his arms once again. Her breathing gradually returned to normal. He eyes opened languidly.
“Give me a few minutes to rest, then I want that monster in me,” she smiled, “I think I’m wet enough.” She giggled at Michael’s drenched face. He wiped it with the sheet.
She’d talked with the other girls about positions. They told her the advantages and disadvantages from a woman’s point of view, but told her not to plan anything, as the best position would be obvious. Seeing the size of Michael’s manhood, she now understood.
She climbed on top of him and kissed him thoroughly, tasting herself. Inwardly she smiled. She tasted pretty damn good. She slid down his body, opening her legs as her pussy approached his raging cock. Her small delicate hand directed and positioned him as she pressed back. The head of his cock entered her small opening.
She gasped at its size and how it stretched her. Thank God for the Sybian! She slowly impaled herself in minute increments until it was, at last, fully inside her. She waited several moments for her sheath to adjust. She levered herself up, pulling her feet beneath her legs until she was sitting on his cock and her feet.
She reached for the music remote and selected what she wanted. As it began to play, she looked into Michael’s eyes and said, “Whenever I hear this song, I will be here, with you.”
It was music from the first night on Green Island.
Her hips began to gyrate in time to the music. His hands squeezed her incredible breasts, twisted her nipples and caressed her clit. She ground her clit on his belly. She lifted up and slammed herself back onto his engorged cock. It became a frantic race to an unknown destination.
They were no longer making love. It had morphed into a primal fuck.
As she came again, Becka screamed out her triumph, just as Beth had. Becka had her life back.
They lay side by side, next to a second, large wet spot.
Becka levered herself onto one elbow to look into his eyes, “I thought I would want you to cum in my ass and my mouth, but I’d like to wait and give those to the man I hope will soon be my lover, Michael. Are you offended?”
“Of course not, Honey,” he said seriously and then reverted to being a tickling machine.
The girls were sitting in the large main living room. “He’s certainly original,” Kat said giggling as they heard Becka’s faint shrieking laughter, “gotta give him that.”
The next morning Sandy talked with Becka for a long time. Sandy did not really fear physical intimacy as her rape had been more of a familial molestation and she had even enjoyed parts of it. She’d remained celibate at Green Island to support her sister.
She asked if she could invite someone to the compound and try with him. Michael would be a last resort if she couldn’t respond. After all, she was also very ticklish.
Relief was written over the other girls’ faces and in Michael’s eyes.
Becka wanted to invite her prospective lover as well.
Michael spoke with the guard captain and the cameras in the guesthouse were thoroughly tested. Michael doubted that anything bad would happen, but he wanted to be prepared.
Sandy’s man arrived first. His name was James. He was 20 years old and still attended university. He was studying for an engineering degree, hoping to join the oil and gas industry. His broad shoulders and narrow waist testified to his dedication to Aussie Rules Football.
They met him on the lounge pool deck where Michael grilled a large amount of meats, shrimp, sausage and kabob.
James headed directly for Michael, his hand outstretched. He looked into Michael’s eyes taking Michael’s hand in a firm grasp. “I’m James, Mr. Shannon.”
“James,” Michael said returning the shake, “My daughter has been a bit sparse on the details. Do you live in Noosa?”
In reality, Michael had a complete dossier on both men. It had been updated from the Green Island dossiers he had on every outside participant.
“No sir. My family is in Brisbane and I’m going to RMIT for engineering.”
“RMIT?”
“It’s in Melbourne. It’s a pretty big school. I’m graduating in four months. Then, hopefully a job with Exxon or another oil company. If I can’t find a job I may do a stint in the Army.”
James saw Michael’s mouth go grim, “Well, before you go into the army, let me know if you have trouble finding work. We’ve got some friends,” inside Michael the beast awoke.
Sandy presented James to Shoshana. Sandy was pretty and vivacious. Shoshana was simply a stunningly beautiful and sensual creature. Shoshana would never tire of the open admiration she generated, but it never completely salved her soul.
A short time later, Becka was called to the main gate to fetch her date.
He was a bit older, probably around a very fit 30. His face told of his years as a lifeguard. He was Jennifer’s friend, so Michael knew about him. His name was Bryan. He’d been an avid outdoorsman until his girlfriend had been killed in a climbing accident when he was 22. He now managed several car dealerships in Brisbane.
They ate and swam until the sun began to set. Michael kissed Becka and Sandy on their foreheads as they took their men to the guesthouse.
Michael signaled the guards.
The guards had been carefully chosen. Michael wanted the girls safe, but he wanted nothing of what went on to go beyond the guardhouse unless one of the men did something drastically wrong.
As he suspected, the guards watched several hours of what could have been classic porn. The Burkett women had years of pent up need and they let it out that night, screaming with pleasure, triumph and joy.
Two days later, after another visit by James and Bryan, the Burkett girls moved into the Guesthouse.
Michael’s world was changing.
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A chance meeting whilst out walking on a summer day ends with my introduction to sex
A couple is attending an Art exhibit and they are looking at a portrait that has them taken aback. The picture depicts three very black, very naked men sitting on a park bench; two have a black penis and the one in the middle has a pink penis. As the couple is looking somewhat puzzled at the picture, the Irish artist walks by and says, “Can I help you with this painting? I’m the artist who painted it.”
The man says, “Well, we like the painting but don’t understand why you have threeAfrican men on a bench, and the one in the middle has a pink penis while the other two have a black penis.”
The Irish artist says, ” Oh you are misinterpreting the painting. They’re not African men, they are Irish coal miners and the one in the middle went home for lunch.”
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They have used her, and abused her and now it is time for her brother and boyfriend to join in
Two Sisters are better than One
…..For years I had wanted to feel my sister-in- laws hot body. I’m Eric and no one knew I fantasized about slowly feeling and undressing Brenda and then having great sex with her. I enjoyed my fantasy but never made a move on her. She was a younger version of my wife Donna and had a killer body and face. A very sexy girl. She liked to wear shorts to show off her beautiful legs.
Brenda…..
…..For years I had wanted to feel Eric’s hands on me. Feeling me up and then us having glorious sex. I had watched him feel up my sister and wished it was me. I kept this to myself and just enjoyed thinking about it, making myself all horny. I never made a move on him.
….Purely by accident our legs rubbed together while playing a board game at the table one evening. I got chills. We both had on shorts and the skin to skin warm feeling got to me. I slipped up and smiled and shivered. He noticed and smiled. Our legs came back together and another rub happened. I felt the heat in my face this time as I took a drink of soda. He stretched smiling and his leg went up further on mine. The excitement of sneaking leg feels was awesome.
….. My sister and husband Don didn’t notice a thing. His leg was so warm on mine I felt my self getting wet.
Eric…
….I think this was just fate that our legs touched….but it was a welcome fate for me. She had hot legs and to feel them bare and warm was a boner maker. When she returned the second feel, my cock went crazy. I took my shirt off and tied it around my waist go hide my boner some. No one noticed…but Brenda. She stared at my bare chest and took a big breath. I sure wished she could take of that blouse and bra, so I could see her nice tits. I stared at them.
Brenda….
….Damn him, he’s teasing me. Taking off his shirt like that. I can tease too. Watch this Eric. I waited for the right time when he was looking at my tits and hubby and sis were busy. I took my hand and squeezed one tit while I looked him right in the eyes and smiled. Now, let’s see you hide your boner Eric. He took a piece of paper and wrote on it ’Brenda 1, Eric 0.’ We both smiled and rubbed legs again.
….That’s how it started. Later we passed in the hallway and we both stopped and looked in our eyes. I whispered: (“…what’s the big idea of taking of your shirt off, hiding a boner are we?”) He said back: (“…you little tit squeezer, I wanted to do that and you knew it.”) My heart was pounding as our hands came up and did a quick touch of our faces. We both huffed and puffed our breathing. I felt the start of an orgasm in my pussy. I looked down and his boner was huge as he broke to go to the bathroom.
Eric….
…..Damn…that hallway touching got me horny. I had to go and put cold water on my boner to make it go down. Now to plan to feel her more.
…..The next event was in my garage. I was under the hood when I felt hands feeling my butt. I assumed it was the wife and said: “That’s private property lady.” I didn’t even look up. Next I hear: “I’m a trespasser mister.” It was Brenda voice. I turned around and gasp at her beauty. Shorts, a tiny top and no bra. I said: “I have to frisk trespassers, lady.” I pulled her around to where we couldn’t be seen and pulled her to me tight.
…..That was our first kiss and then our hands went to the places we dreamed of. The feel of her tits and ass were awesome. She pushed her pussy into my boner hard and moaned. As I reached under her top, her hand went down my shorts to feel my boner. We both wanted to fuck right then an there. We whispered between breaths how we had wanted this for so long and when we could get alone together. We kept feeling us as we talked. Her bare hot tits were wonderful. She squeezed my boner and stroked it gently. I ran my hand down her shorts and felt the hottest, wettest pussy ever.
…..I ran my finger over her clit. She jumped and moaned as she felt the full head of my dick. I wanted so bad to lick her warm and wet clit. She spread her legs apart for me to get a finger in her pussy. She pulled down my shorts some to expose my dick. He head slowly went down my chest to my dick. Her lips found what she was looking for and began to stroke and lick the head of my dick. My fingers went in her wet pussy as she moaned quietly. Her warm and wet pussy on my fingers was taking my breath away. Her lips were going to make me cum soon when the wife’s car pulled up. Brenda headed for the bathroom in the house, as I got back under my car hood.
Brenda…..
…..Damn, that made me so damn hot, my pussy is still tingling. I finally got to suck on his nice big head. I felt so warm in my mouth. If sis hadn’t come home I could almost taste his hot cum shooting in my mouth…but I will. My pussy is so wet I better get sis’s hair dryer out and dry my shorts between my legs. My hands are trembling, I’m a mess with all this lusty excitement. Soon we’ll feel us naked and we can fuck like we want to. Damn, I’m shook up, I better wet my hair like I’m drying it…tonight I’m going to play with my pussy so good in the shower. Now to catch my breath and act normal…on the outside.
….The waiting was torture. A few leg rubs, a quick feel in the hallway, and a quick feel up in the garage were about all we got. The timing was just not right for us to get even 5 minutes of feel time in. I had dreams about Eric, and my shower masturbation was the only relief I got. When Don and I made love, I fantasized it was Eric and I. I hoped I wouldn’t say Eric’s name in my sleep. I woke up at times with a wet pussy dreaming about Eric. I eased my finger in my pussy and fantasized it was Eric’s. Don was a sound sleeper so I found I could make myself orgasm sleeping right next to him and not wake him up. I loved doing it and it took my breath away.
Eric….
…..Damn, Brenda was on my mind all the time now. Donna never knew it, but when we made love, it was Brenda I fantasized I was fucking. Feeling Donna’s tits, body and licking her pussy were all like it was Brenda. Wanking in the shower was hot to think of Brenda and I fucking.
….. When…. I wondered, will the timing be right for a long feel for Brenda and I.
We waited.
….One evening Donna had to go to bed early because of her work. Don had gone to a car show and I sat on the couch watching T.V. Brenda had stopped by to get something. We were semi-alone. The excitement built as we looked at each other. So close yet I couldn’t have her. Donna was asleep by now. I pointed to Brenda that I was going out in the garage. She smiled big and followed me out. We moved around behind the car so a surprise visit from Donna would let her see anything.
….. I opened the trunk. Our hearts were pounding away as our arms went around each other. We kissed the lips we wanted so bad. I felt her wonderful tits and she felt my boner. The heavy breathing in each others ears was a real turn on. I eased down her shorts a little. She eased down mine till my boner stuck out. She put it between her spread apart legs. It was the first time we had ever done this much. I felt the wetness of her pussy on my dick as she moved her pussy back and forth. With the trunk open and could see the door ok if Donna came out for some reason.
……Brenda was stroking me and I began to squat down. She rubbed the head of my dick all around her wet pussy. It just went in so smooth and warm. We helped it go all the way in and then the fucking began. Slow at first and then the fury in us let go and we moaned as a deep fast fuck was taking place. “Oh god hurry…I want to cum with you so bad.” Cum we did. We drove us together tight as our muffled moans squealed and I shot a mega cum in her. He pussy was alive with pulses as he came with me. She pulled my hair hard as she drove her tongue in my mouth.
…..Cum began dripping out of her pussy and onto the garage floor. She just kept fucking me hard and with a beautiful moan of pleasure. We both got so weak I had to hold us up. We broke our kisses to gasp for air. Our heads were pounding with the feelings we had waited for , for so long. I wanted to be safe and pull out, but I couldn’t, it just felt to damn good in her. She could move her pussy around my dick wonderful. Stroking it with her pussy. All became quiet but our breathing and the dripping of cum. The front of her shorts were soaked. She just didn’t seem to care as her content eyes were closed and her pussy was getting in a last squeeze.
…I sent her home in a daze we both shared.
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…..A few days later we all were back at playing our board games. We took a break and I went out the garage to mess with my car. Brenda went to refrig., to look for a snack. As she bent over she could look thru the open refrig. door crack. She did a big blink.
…..She saw her husband Don’s hand rubbing her sister Donna’s leg and Donna’s hand was between his legs rubbing him. She smiled big and said loud: “Who ate all the cookies.” She closed the refrig. door and didn’t look at them. She went out to the garage to tell me what she saw. We giggled quietly, and got in a quick feel between us.
….Now days I wave as I pass Don on the way to my house. He goes to there to ’check on something’. I go to his house to ’check on something’. The girls? ….well there’s always ‘something’ to fix in their bedrooms…we always fix it…
….real good…..
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This is a spanking fantasy story with touches of amputee fantasy mixed in.
My experiences however unwelcomed, made me very sexual, that I started writing about my gay sex experience; it?s erotic of course, due the nature, the lurid details of sexual acts that I experienced in my young Latino life, from early years too young to manhood, I learned.
Please read first six chapters if you have not yet.
For a bad boy trying to turn his life around, a guardian angel takes a surprising shape.
This is a sequel to ‘Helen’
RAW chat logs from IMvu
I service my mistress while she works
How to Get What You Want: (f/b M/b) By Scott Winslow
This is a work of fiction. It involves sexual acts between underage
persons and adults. If this offends you, leave now. If you are still
here, enjoy. I would greatly appreciate any and all comments about the
story, love it or hate it. I will only get better through the help of
others.
I always had a way of getting what i wanted. Throughout my life, there weren’t many things that I wanted that I couldn’t somehow find a way to get. I suppose that when you are the teenage daughter of a single father, who has a rather lucrative job, getting your way shouldn’t be that big of a surprise. I know that statement makes me sound stuck up, but in actuality I’m not. Of course I was able to get nice clothes and shoes and other things like that, but I really didn’t show off. There were really only two things that I wanted in life, the two things every 16 year old girl wants.
The first thing I wanted was sex. As you can imagine, being a hot sixteen year old, this wasn’t hard for me to get. I was 5’5″ tall, most of which was my long legs. I had long, straight, light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cute face. My chest had developed nicely at a young age, giving me perky round breasts. I had slightly rounded hips and a firm round butt. I played high school volleyball and ran track, so I was in great shape. My desire to experience sex developed at an early age. I gave my first blowjob at 12 and had lost my virginity at 13. All this sexual experimentation at a young age, though, left me wanting more. So you can say that what I really wanted wasn’t really just sex, but new sexual experiences. I began trying new and different things with my partners. These, however, are a story for another time. While I was on the lookout for new ways to satisfy my sexual urges, there was one other thing I wanted more than anything. And that was a car.
Like most 16 year olds who just got their drivers license, all I wanted to do was drive. I had imagined myself long before that day riding around town in a light blue convertible, the wind in my hair, guys staring at me as I drove by. So when my 16th birthday came and went and my dad didn’t give me the keys to a brand new car, I was a little upset. When i finally realized that my father wasn’t going to buy me a car I asked him about it. According to him I was too young to have my own car, and needed a few more years of driving experience before I could get one. YEARS!? I was very upset after this. I was used to getting everything I asked for, and being told no was not something I was used to. This is the story of how I was able to get the two things I wanted most in the world.
It was Saturday morning. I lay in bed, half asleep, half awake, and listening to the birds sing in the tree outside my bedroom window. I had pulled the blanket down at some point as I slept, and I could feel the heat from the sun as it shined across my bare chest. I had been sleeping nude for several years now, typically because the last thing I did before I went to sleep was play with myself, and the first thing I did when I woke up was play with myself. The images that would become my fantasy for my morning fingering were just starting to form in my mind when I heard my father call my name from the foot of the stairs below. The only bad thing about weekends, I thought to myself becoming fully awake, was that my father was home from work. This meant that I couldn’t enjoy myself without fear of interruption, and discovery, like when I was home alone.
“Penny, I’m leaving” my father called again from below.
Leaving? Then suddenly I remembered. This weekend was my father’s business trip. He would leave this morning and not be back till Sunday evening. I knew I had to go say goodbye. I was still a little heated at him for not buying me a car, but he was still my dad, and i would miss him. I got out of bed, and decided to through a t-shirt on to cover my naked body. Father wouldn’t approve of me walking about the house naked.
“Bye Dad” I said, walking down the steps to meet him. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him. “Be safe” I added
“I will sweetie,” he replied, “bye bye.” With that my father picked up his overnight bag and left the house.
As soon as my father pulled his car out of the driveway I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. There was something so naughty about going around the house naked that got my very excited. I went back to my bedroom and lied back on my bed. I prepared myself to play with my pussy, bringing myself to what would be the first of possibly several orgasms that day. Suddenly, though, a new thought popped into my head. For some while now, I had been curious about something. My father, being a single parent, had to have many of the same urges I did. It made perfect sense to me that my dad must have some sort of pornography. I had been waiting for weeks for the perfect time to go through his office and find his secret stash. “What kinds of porn did he like?” I wondered. Anal? Asian? Lesbian? The more I wondered the more excited I got. I had seen porn before and always enjoyed it, so finding a supply in my own house would lead to an exciting, masturbation filled
weekend.
I got back out of bed and went down the hall to my father’s office. I began going through each of his desk drawers and found nothing of interest. Next I turned my attention to the desk top PC my father had sitting on his desk. I pushed the power button and the computer began to start up. The monitor flashed a welcome screen and then went to a log in screen. The computer needed a password in order to operate. I began typing in everything I could think of that my father would have used as a password. My late mothers name? No. My name? No. Birthdays, anniversary, sports teams? No. no. no. I had tried just about everything I could think of, and was about to give up when I absently mindedly typed “password” into the box and hit enter. Suddenly the computer began to boot up. I was excited to finally be in to my father’s computer. The first thing I saw, though, when the computer started up, made me gasp and just about fall out of the chair.
The image my father had selected for the background on hit desktop was a photo of a young boy, possibly 12 years old. The boy was nude except for white socks upon hit feet. The boy had a huge smile. He way lying on his back, his legs were raised up and spread wide. He sported an erection, and in the position he was laying in, his butt hole could be seen. I was in shock. What in the world was my dad doing with a picture like this as his background? I couldn’t think, but I was finally able to tear my eyes away from the image and looked at the icons on the desktop. I noticed a file titled “pics”. I double clicked on the file and a window opened up with a series of thumbnail images. I turned the scroll ball on the computer mouse and quickly looked down through several of the images. All of them were of children, mostly boys, but some girls as well. Most were naked, but some were clothed. But all of the subjects in the images were in some sort of provocative action.
I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I was beginning to be able to process it. My father was a pedophile, and he was gay. Without a second thought I clicked on the first image, and opened the picture file. The image of another boy filled the screen. This boy was about the age of the boy on the background, possible younger. This boy was wearing a t-shirt with Superman on it, he wore no pants. The only other thing of note in the image was an erect penis of what appeared to be of the photo taker, that of an adult. The subject of the image was grasping the penis, and appeared to be jacking it off. I pushed the right arrow on the computer keyboard, and another image appeared. This one was of the same boy; he now had cum all over his face, hands, and Superman t-shirt. I pushed the arrow again and another image papered of a different boy. Another push, another picture. It was on or about the 10th picture that I realized I was touching myself. I don’t
remember starting to, but when I realized I was doing it, I also realized I was wetter than I had been in a very long time, possibly ever. I couldn’t believe I was enjoying this so much, and I really couldn’t believe that I was actually finding these boys attractive. I continued to look through the pictures and fingered myself to two orgasms before I decided to take a break. i went down to the kitchen to fix myself some lunch, but the images of young boys with their smooth, hairless skin, and little erect dicks kept popping into my head, and before I knew it I was eating in my father’s office, looking at more of his pictures. By the time my father arrived home from his trip the following evening I had look at every image on his computer, and had copied them onto my own.
I had never before thought of young boys sexually. However, now that I had seen all those images, and gotten so turned on by them, I found myself looking at children in a whole new way. Unfortunately, I did not have very many opportunities to interact with the new objects of my lust. Occasionally I would see a young boy playing outside, or in a store. I would instantly get turned on when I would see one, thinking of the things I would like to do to him. I was hoping, though, for a chance to get up close to one and do more than just imagine. As much as this new subject dominated my thoughts I was surprised one day when my friend’s mother gave me a ride home from track practice. Her SUV pulled up to the curb in front of the school and my friend climbed into the front seat. I opened the rear door and slid into the back seat. I noticed something though, as soon as I opened the door. The back seat was not empty. How could I have forgotten that my best
friend had a little brother? I remembered as soon as I saw him though. His name was Josh. He had a blonde mop of hair on his head and was thin, obviously an active youngster. He had one of the cutest faces I had seen on a boy his age. As my friends mother drove toward my house to drop me off she began a quite heated conversation with my friend in the front seat. They were arguing over some guy that my friends had recently started dating. I took the opportunity of the distraction in the front seat to talk to the handsome little man sitting next to me.
“Hi Josh” I said smiling at him.
“Hi” he replied.
“How old are you now” I asked.
“I’m 10” he answered.
“Oh so you would be in, what, 5th grade?” I asked.
“Forth” Josh corrected me.
“Oh fourth,” I said. “I liked fourth grade. Do you like school?”
“It’s ok” He answered.
“I bet all the girls are into you. Are you interested in girls yet?” I asked him.
“Kinda,” Josh replied, obviously getting a little embarrassed. His face had turned a little red. However, he was staring at my legs sticking out of my short running shorts the whole time. It got me very excited to think that he found me as sexy as I found him.
The car ride was all too short, however. Before I could continue the conversation the car pulled up in front of my house. I said my good byes to my friend, her mother, and especially Josh. I got out of the car and went into my house. I knew my father would not be home for some while, hence my friends mother needing to ride me home. I quickly ran to my bed room and stripped off all my clothes. I lied down on my bed and began running my hands over my body. Visions of Josh filled my mind as my fingers found my wet pussy. I played with myself for several minutes imagining all the things I wanted to do with him. It was during this time that I came up with my plan for him. My friend and I would often have sleep overs at each other’s houses, and it just so happened that it was her turn to host.
The sleep over was scheduled for the following weekend. I arrived at my friend’s house shortly before dinner. As her mother prepared dinner, my friend and I hung out in the living room. I thrilled me very much that Josh also decided to hang out in the room with us. I took this time to chat with the young boy. I was doing my best to flirt with him, while still hiding it from my friend. I don’t think she had any idea what I was doing, but I hoped that Josh did.
After we ate dinner, my friend and I went to her bedroom. We talked and watched TV for a while. My friend’s parents went to bed early, as I knew they would. It was finally time to put my plan into action. I told my friend I wanted to watch a movie, but we needed snacks. We went down to her kitchen. I made sure to check the living room when we passed, and just as I hoped Josh was playing video games. My friend and I entered the kitchen. I told her I would get the drinks while she got the snacks. I poured soda from a bottle into two glasses. As my friend made a bag of popcorn, I put the next part of my plan into motion. I pulled the sleeping pill that I had taken from my father’s medicine bottle earlier from my pocket. I opened the capsule and poured the contents into one of glasses. I quickly began drinking from the other, handing the laced glass to my friend.
Just as I had hoped, about 30 minutes into the film my friend was fast asleep. I got myself ready and quietly snuck downstairs. Josh was still playing his game as I sat next to him on the couch.
“Hey there little guy” I said cheerfully.
“Hey” Josh answered.
“What are you playing?” I asked.
“Call of Duty,” he replied, blasting away two more bad guys.
“You’re really good at that,” I said, still trying to flirt with him.
“Thanks” Josh said.
“So… do you have a girlfriend?” I asked, trying to get a little more personal with the young boy.
After a long pause Josh said “No” with a heavy sigh.
“Aww that’s a shame,” I said and added “I think you’re really cute.”
After this comment, Josh looked at me for the first time. I was wearing only a short t-shirt and a pair of satin panties. I made no attempt to cover them. When Josh looked at me, he looked up and down my body, and then stared at my crotch.
“You’re cute too,” he said. While being distracted, his character had been killed in the game, but he did not seem to care. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“Do you like that?” I asked. Josh nodded his head. I turned sideways and leaned back. I spread my legs, giving him a better view. Josh swallowed hard and set his controller down.
“This isn’t fair” I said. “You can see my undies, I wanna see yours too.” Josh thought for a few seconds, I could tell he was nervous. He slowly stood up. He was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts. As he stood he hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and pulled them down. He quickly sat back down. He was wearing a pair of white briefs. He looked so cute. My pussy was dripping wet and my heart was pounding. I could see that Josh was enjoying this as much as me because the front of his underwear was tented way out.
I leaned closer to my new little friend. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” I whispered to him. He slowly shook his head no, he was breathing heavily. Without hesitating I leaned in and kissed Josh on the lips. I held the kiss for several second. When I finally pulled back I smiled at Josh. He smiled back at me.
“Now, this time open your mouth,” I said and leaned in and kissed Josh again. He opened his mouth as I opened mine. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and our tongues danced around each other’s. He was a very fast learner and was making out with me like a pro in no time. I was having so much fun kissing this little boy, but I wanted to do a lot more than kiss. I broke our kiss and leaned back on the couch again.
“I’ll take the rest of mine off, if you take yours off” I said, indicating our clothes. Josh once again simply nodded his head. I put my hands on the bottom of my shirt and began to lift it up. I stopped, though, just before my breasts. I waved my hand, indicating for him to go ahead. Josh quickly pulled his shirt off over his head. He had such a cute body. I pulled my shirt the rest of the way over my head as well. Josh was staring at my breasts. I knew Josh was enjoying himself, but I assumed that I would probably have to take the lead on the next step. So I lifted my butt off the couch and pulled my panties off. I was now nude. Josh’s jaw dropped as he looked at my body, probably the first naked girl he had ever seen. I let him take in the sights for a few moments, but couldn’t wait forever. I wanted to see him naked too!
“Ok, your turn” I said. Josh was brought back down to Earth. He mimicked my move and removed his underwear like I had done. I got my first view of his penis. It was the most amazing this I had ever seen. It was about 4 inches in length, and thicker than I expected it to be. He had almost no hair on his crotch. I just had to feel it. I leaned forward and began touching Josh’s chest. I ran my fingers over his body, then downward. I touched his little dick. Josh jumped slightly, and then settled down. I ran my hand up and down it, and then as I wrapped my fingers around it, I leaned in and kissed Josh again. As we made out I began moving my hand up and down his penis.
After a few minutes I broke the kiss. “You can touch me too” I said to Josh. He trembled a little bit as he reached toward me. He began touching my chest. He cupped my breasts, and then squeezed them. It was so much fun letting the young boy experiment with my body. His left hand remained on my breast, but his other hand began moving down. I was excited to find out what Josh would do with my pussy. His hand reached my crotch and he ran his fingers down my slit.
“Push your fingers in, right there” I said to him. Josh took two fingers and stuck them into my pussy. “Now move them in and out” I said. Josh began to finger fuck my soaking wet hole.
I let him do this for a few moments as I still played with his little penis. But soon I had him stop. I had him lay back on the couch. I wanted a closer look at his little man hood. I leaned down and kissed the head. Josh began to moan. I licked all around it, then his balls, then up the shaft of his penis. I took the whole thing into my hungry mouth. I was so horny from this that I began to play with myself. I was forcefully rubbing my clit as I was sucking on Josh’s penis. Soon I could tell he was getting close, and so was I. Josh had what I guessed was his first ever orgasm in my mouth. He shot a little bit of cum into my mouth, which I swallowed happily. Just as he was cumming, I was too. I was so happy; I had just had one of the most exciting experiences of my life.
I stood up and put my t-shirt on. Josh watched me, not sure how to react to what we had just done. I picked up my panties and was about to put them back on, but changed my mind. I went over and knelt down next to Josh who was still lying on the couch. I handed my panties to Josh. I leaned in and kissed him again.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked. Josh nodded his head again. “Good, so did I. Now if you wanna do it again and maybe some more, you have to promise you won’t tell anyone what we did. Do you promise?’ I asked.
“I promise” Josh said, the first words he had said since before we began playing. I kissed Josh again and went back upstairs to my friend’s room where I went to sleep happy.
They next morning I woke to the smell of breakfast. My friend’s mother was frying bacon. We got ourselves up and went down to the kitchen. My friend and I sat at the kitchen table with her mother and father and ate a hearty breakfast. About half way through the meal my friend’s father asked the question I had been wondering since we came down stairs. “Where’s Josh?” he asked.
“You know him,” her mother answered, “he always sleeps late on weekends. I think he stays up too late doing lord knows what.”
I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing out loud. “Or lord knows who,” I thought to myself. My friend and I went back upstairs after breakfast. We decided to get showers. I asked to go first, and my friend let me. After I was done showering I wrapped a bathrobe around my naked body and left the bathroom. My friend was in the hallway. She passed me and went into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear her parents talking downstairs. I started down the hallway toward my friend’s bedroom. I had to pass Josh’s room to get there though. When I arrived at his shut door I quietly opened it and walked into his bedroom. Josh sat up in bed when I went in.
“There’s my little man,” I said.
“Hi Penny,” he replied. He got a big smile on his face.
I walked over and sat on his bed with him. “I just wanted to make sure you are still ok with what happened last night,” I said.
“So it wasn’t a dream,” Josh said. “Heck yeah I’m ok with it.”
“Good,” I giggled. “Because there’s a lot more that I want to do.” With that I leaned close and kissed Josh passionately on the lips.
Josh’s hands began to touch me. He reached for my breasts. His touch felt so good, but I knew we couldn’t. Not here, not now.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. “Not right now though,” I said. “I’ll let you know when and where. Now I have to go, your sister’s done in the shower.” I kissed Josh again, then got up and went toward the door. I opened the door and started to walk out, when I got an idea. I looked to make sure no one was around, and then turned back around. I pulled the sting on my robe and opened it up, flashing my naked body to Josh. He got another big smile on his face, and the thin sheet covering him began to rise up a little bit.
“Now don’t forget, don’t tell anyone,” I said.
Josh replied, “I won’t”
“Ok, you have fun with that,” I said, pointing to his dick. I then retied my robe and left Josh’s room. I made it back into my friend’s room just as she was coming out of the bathroom.
It was the following Friday, and I couldn’t wait much longer. My father was going away again this coming weekend, and I knew this was a perfect time to do more exploring with Josh. The school bus that I rode home from school was never crowded. It was such a small group that we shared the bus with the younger students. I would always ride home from school sitting with my friend. On this particular day, though, I rushed to the bus as soon as the final bell rang. I had a message to pass on to Josh before she got on. I climbed the steps and got on the bus. Josh was sitting by himself toward the front, like he usually did. I sat down next to him and leaned close to whisper to him.
“Tomorrow morning, my house, eleven o’clock.” I said to him, and i reached down and rubbed his dick through his shorts. Without waiting for a reply, I got up and moved to an empty seat before my friend boarded the bus.
I got up early the next morning. My father left about 10, so I had about an hour to get ready. I made up my bed and lit a few candles. I put on a pair of thong panties and the shortest skirt I owned along with a tight tank top shirt that gave me a lot of cleavage. I was ready for my little man around 10:45. I was so nervous, I found myself pacing around the house, looking out the window every few moments for Josh to arrive. I finally forced myself to sit down and watch a little T.V. to calm myself down. Eleven o’clock came and went. I was so nervous, maybe he wouldn’t show. It was 11:11 when the doorbell finally rang. I jumped up and rushed to the door and swung it open. Josh was standing there before me with another big smile on his face. He looked at me up and down. I pulled him into the house and shut to door behind him. I pushed him back against the closed door and kissed him.
When I finally broke our kissing, I said to him, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Sorry, I’m late, but I’m here now,” he answered.
“Yes you are, my cute little man, and we are going to have all sorts of fun,” I said.
“You’re really cute too,” Josh said. “Actually, you’re so hot.”
“Awwe thank you,” I said. “Now, let’s go have some fun.” I took Josh’s hand and led him up stairs into my bedroom. I had him lay down on my bed, and turned some music on. I began to slowly move my hips, dancing to the music. I could see Josh was starting to get hard, obviously anticipating what was going to happen. I turned my back to Josh as I danced and bent way over, giving him a view of my ass as my skirt rode up. I continued to dance, and lifted my shirt. I started to tease him by pretending I was going to expose my breasts and then pull my shirt back down, but this quickly got old and I just wanted him to see me naked so I tore my shirt off then pulled my skirt down letting it drop to the floor. I walked over and got into the bed next to Josh. We kissed and his hands began touching me, exploring my breasts. I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my hands over his bare chest. I pulled his shorts and underwear off, exposing his naked boyhood
to me. I began kissing his chest and moved downward. My hands found his dick and began to stroke it. Soon my lips reached his little member and replaced my hands. I sucked his dick into my mouth, moving my lips up and down over his immature cock. Josh began to moan, I could tell he was really enjoying it. His hands found the back of my head and held me as I sucked him. Soon he began to moan very loudly and I knew he was getting close. I intensified my sucking and soon Josh’s little dick erupted in my mouth. Josh did not cum a lot, but what he did squirt tasted so good and I swallowed it all.
I released Josh’s dick from my mouth and watched him as I gave him a few moments to recover. I was so horny, though, that I could not wait long. “Okay, it’s my turn,” I said.
Josh gave me an odd look, and then slowly said, “Okay.” I lied down on the bed next to Josh and spread my legs slightly. “What do I do?” Josh asked.
“Whatever you want to do,” I replied. Josh started touching my breasts like he had done before. His little hands felt so good touching me. One of his hands began to move down my body toward my crotch. When his hand reached my panties he began to rub my crotch. “Wouldn’t that be better if you took my panties off?” I asked him.
“Umm yeah I guess,” Josh answered.
“Well then take em off me,” I said. Josh slid his fingers into the waist band of my thong and began to pull it down. He slid it off my feet and threw it on top of the pile of clothes that had collected on my bedroom floor. Josh’s hands returned to my body. He now used one hand to rub my cunt while his other hand rested on my stomach and started to rub, moving upward to my chest. He was watching very closely as his fingers slid into my wet pussy lips. He stuck them into me as far as he could, and then pulled them back out before sticking them in again. It felt so good as his little fingers slid in and out of me. I could tell Josh was really enjoying finger fucking me, but I wanted more.
“Ohh baby, I want you to lick me” I moaned to Josh.
He gave me a look that I could tell meant he did not know what he was doing. I just smiled at him. It turned me on so much just letting the little boy experiment with my body. I wanted him to discover the things he could do on his own. He slowly pulled his fingers from my pussy and leaned forward. I could feel is breath on the damp lips of my pussy. Slowly he stuck his tongue out and it came into contact with my skin. He took a long lick from low between my legs all the way up to above my clit. It felt very good. He did the same thing again and again. I reached down and spread my lips apart for him. His tongue found the inside of my pussy. He began to explore my insides with his tongue. I was moaning very loudly. I put my hands on the back of Josh’s head, pulling him into me. As I pulled him into me, his tongue found my hole. He stuck it deep into me and instinctively knew to begin fucking me with it. I relaxed my grip on his head slightly as I felt
the excitement growing from within me. Although I relaxed the pressure on the back on Josh’s head, he did not relax his own pressure, and continued to tongue fuck me just as hard as he had been. After a few thrusts though, he did begin to explore a little more. His tongue left me hole and licked up and down my wet slit. Suddenly, Josh’s tongue found my clit and I yelped out loud as he licked my sensitive little nub. Josh obviously realized that my clit was sensitive and continued to lick it. I felt the feeling continue to build within my cunt. He flicked my clit with his tongue over and over for several seconds, and I could not hold back any longer. I screamed out loud as my body was rocked by an intense orgasm given to me by my little lover.
“Are you okay?” Josh asked me, leaning up to look at me.
I was breathing heavy, but felt incredible. “Oh yes” I said, pulling Josh toward me so I could kiss him. “That felt amazing. Did you enjoy that?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was neat” Josh replied. “I wasn’t sure how it would taste, but you tasted really good!” he added.
“Thank you,” I said. I had just had an extremely intense orgasm, but I still wanted more. “Now, I want you to fuck me” I said.
Josh’s jaw opened wide. I was surprised that he was still shocked by what we were doing. I guess when you are his age it is a big step from oral sex to actual fucking. It was his innocence that added another level of sexiness to him and the situation. He got over his timidness quickly though. On his knees he slowly crawled between my legs toward me. He got close and I reached down between us and guided his penis toward my hole. He continued getting closer and closer until I was able to guide the tip of his little cock into my opening. Josh froze for a second, realizing he was about to have sex, and then he pushed.
Josh let out a loud moan as his little penis was thrust into my wet pussy. I moaned too, it felt very good. Josh began to move in and out of me, moaning with each thrust. I had sex many times before that day, with men a lot bigger than Josh, but there was something about having sex with such a young boy, knowing it was very naughty, that made it feel incredibly good. I raised my legs up, wrapping them around Josh. It lasted longer than I thought it would, but still not very long, before Josh started moaning even louder. I knew he was getting close.
“Come on baby,” I said, looking up into his eyes, “cum in me.”
That must have been all it took, because as soon as I said it Josh groaned loudly, thrust all the way into me, and I could feel him cum inside me. The pleasure of the moment over took me and I came again just as he was cumming inside me.
Josh collapsed on top of me after he came. His head was resting on my chest. I was sure he could feel my heart beating, just as I could feel his beating on top of me. I gave him the time he needed to recover, but eventually he withdrew his penis from inside my pussy, and looked up at me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me. He crawled up and kissed me, initiating it for the first time. This sent a thrill through my body. I moaned as Josh and I made out, enjoying each other’s after glow.
Josh and I had spent most of the day in my bed, but it was starting to get late. I knew that my dad would be home soon, and also that Josh’s parents would probably be wondering where he was. We got dressed and I walked down stairs with Josh. He went to go out the front door, but I grabbed him and pulled him back to me before he left. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me too. My hands began to move up and down his body, feeling him up. Josh did the same to me. Standing there next to the front door, feeling each other up, I heard a noise. It was my dad’s car. I had obviously gotten too worked up and lost track of the time. I quickly pulled Josh through the house. I swung open the back door and gave him one last kiss before shoving him out into the back yard. I shut the back door again just as my father was opening the front door. I saw Josh sneak around the house out the side window, but my dad did not notice a
thing.
I had cut it very close. Closer than I expected too. If my father had come home a few minutes earlier, I do not know what he would have done. I knew that from then on I needed to be more careful what I did and how I did it.
I could not get Josh out of my mind. I had enjoyed our play time so much that every time I thought about him I would get so excited and so wet. I would play back the events of that day over and over in my mind, but the events always ended that same way, with my dad nearly catching us. Although I could not get that day out of my head because it was so good, reliving that day in my head would always bring that one bad part up again. The more I thought about what would have happened if my dad had come home just a few minutes earlier, though, I got a very interesting idea.
At first I thought that it was ridiculous. That I was just being dumb, and it would not really work. The more I thought about it, though, the more it made sense to me. Then one afternoon, a few days later, I decided that it WOULD work, and made up my mind that I WOULD do it. I knew exactly how to get just what I wanted, and give my dad what he wanted too.
I came up with my plan one evening. A few friends of mine were going to go to the mall and shop and I really wanted to join them. I needed my own ride though, because there would not be enough room left in their car. My father was home from work and would not need his car for the rest of the night, so I thought I would ask to barrow his car. He was in his office, supposedly working, with the door closed. I went to his door and knocked, but I did not wait for a response and opened the door and walked in. My father was sitting at his computer. When I walked in he quickly pressed the power button on the monitor, so I could not see what he was doing. I looked from the black screen to my dad. I could not help but notice a slight bulge in the front of his pants. I instantly knew exactly what he had been looking at on his computer. I laughed to myself, but did not let on that I knew what he had been up to. I asked my dad to let me use his car, but was told no.
It was totally unfair. I wanted my own car so badly. That is when I came up with my plan. I had two thoughts in my head that night as I tried to sleep. First, I wanted a car, and second, the nagging sickness I felt over almost being caught with Josh. That’s when it hit me, I knew exactly what my dad would have done if he had caught us, and knowing what my dad was doing on his computer that evening was proof. My dad would not be mad if he had caught me with Josh, he would be excited, and he would want to join. And offering my little lover to my father would be just the thing to exchange with him for my very own car.
That Friday, I decided to put my plan into action. I told Josh to come to my house after school for some play time. He readily agreed. I told him that there might be someone else joining in the fun. He looked at me confused. I told him not to worry, that he would enjoy it. He said ok.
Josh came to my house soon after we came home from school. I knew that my dad would be home in about an hour, just enough time for me to have some fun of my own with Josh. My heart was pounding through my chest all day. I was very nervous, but I also knew that when my dad was offered Josh, he would not be able to turn him down.
I took Josh upstairs and into my father’s bedroom. We quickly got each naked, and I was riding his stiff little cock in no time. After he had pumped a little load of his cum inside me, we lied together in the bed for a while, kissing each other.
“I thought you said something about somebody else?” Josh asked me.
“Yes, he should be here soon” i answered.
“He?” Josh asked.
“Yes, he” I answered. “Is that ok?” I asked.
“Yeah, it should be fun” He answered.
Almost on cue to our conversation, I head my father arrive home.
“Wait here” I said. I got up and put my t-shirt back on over my naked body. I went into the hall way and waited for my dad to come into the house. He came in and set his belongings down next to the door like he usually does.
“Penny?” he called. “Where are you?”
“Up here Daddy” I replied. “Can you come up here?” He looked up at me standing in the hallway. I knew from his vantage point that he could probably tell I was not wearing any pants or panties.
“What are you doing?” he asked, knowing I was right outside his bedroom. “Is everything ok?” he said starting up the stairs. “What are you wearing?” he added, giving me a weird look.
“I’m wearing a shirt, duh” I said.
He looked even more puzzled. When he reached the top of the stairs he tried to look past me into his bedroom. I had left the door cracked a little bit, but he usually keeps it shut tight, so it being open at all let him know I had been in his room.
“Come here Daddy,” I said to him, “I have something to show you.” He walked over to me, still trying to look into his bedroom. When he was standing in front of me I stepped to the side and pushed the door open. He took a step into his bedroom and stopped short. Lying in the middle of the bed was Josh, completely naked. Josh looked at my dad and had a very nervous look on his face.
My father looked at Josh for several seconds. I knew in those moments that this was going to work. If my dad was going to flip out and kill me, he would have done it instantly, but when he took a few extra seconds to look at Josh’s sweet naked body, I knew he wanted it.
“PENNY!” my dad finally said, tearing his eyes from Josh and turning towards me, raising his voice in an attempt to sound upset that I knew was a farce. “What the hell. Who is this?” He added.
I walked past my father into the room. “Daddy, this is my friend Josh. Josh, this is my dad,” I said, introducing them to each other. Now that I was standing next to Josh, my dad was staring at his penis.
Still trying to sound upset, my father said sternly “What is going on here?”
“What’s going on here, Daddy, is that I have a deal for you” I said.
My dad swallowed hard, he was beginning to sweat. Without taking his eyes off of Josh he slowly said “Ookayy.” I noticed the front of his pants starting to bulge.
Moment of truth I thought to myself. “I know about your secret fantasies,” I began. “I know what sorts of things turn you on, and I know all the things you want to do. Josh is here to make them come true. In exchange for…” I trailed off.
“In exchange for what?” my father said, looking at me for a moment, then back to Josh.
“In exchange, you’ll buy me a car” I finished. “Does that sound like a deal Daddy?”
My dad broke his gaze at Josh again and looked into my eyes. He walked closer to me. “And if I say no?” He asked.
“If you say no then Josh gets dressed and leaves. You go back to looking at your pictures on your computer, and I go back to bumming rides off my friends” I said. “Deal?” I held out my hand for my dad. It was shaking, and my heart was beating so fast I could hear it.
My dad looked back at Josh, then back at me. I could tell he was thinking hard. Suddenly he held out his hand took mine. Then he squeezed my hand and pulled me toward him. For a moment I thought he was going to beat me for what I had done, but instead he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was the weirdest kiss of my life. It was not a normal father/daughter kiss, but it was not overly passionate either.
After the kiss, my father shrugged and said, “Sounds like a pretty damn good deal to me.”
I stepped away from between my dad and Josh. My dad untucked his shirt, then unbuttoned it and took it off. He walked topless over to the bed where Josh still lied nude. “Hi Josh,” my father said to him, holding out his hand, “I’m Joe, Penny’s dad.”
Josh took my dad’s hand and shook it. “Hi,” he said, “nice to meet you.”
I sat in a chair my father kept across the room. In all the nervousness, thinking about this moment, I had never thought about what it actually happening would be like. As I watched my dad climb into the bed next to Josh, I realized this was going to be one of the most erotic sights I would ever see. I could not wait. My pussy was already dripping wet. I leaned back, ready to watch this show.
My dad had kicked off his shoes, and removed his shirt. He was now lying in bed next to Josh wearing only his pants. Josh was completely naked. I could tell both of them were very hard. My dad leaned down and kissed Josh on the lips, gentle at first, but then with a little more force. Soon my father was making out with Josh. My father began to touch Josh. First just his chest, but then his hands started to wonder. His hands moved down Josh’s sides, then his hips, then his legs. Josh also began to touch my dad’s chest. He ran his hands over his impressive pecks and along his abs. I never realized my dad kept in such good shape. Seeing him here, without his shirt for the first time in a long time, he actually looked kinda sexy.
Josh and my dad continued to make out, touching each other’s bodies. I was doing some touching of my own. I had spread my legs onto each arm of the chair I was sitting in, and was slowly touching my cunt lips as i watched, getting more turned on by the second.
After a few minutes, my dad stopped kissing Josh’s mouth, and started moving downward. He kissed Josh’s neck, biting on it lightly, and then kept going down. Soon he was kissing and licking Josh’s nipples. Josh was panting heavily. I was surprised he was into this as much as he was. I guessed Josh had to have had some bi-sexual thoughts long before this day. My father did not stop at Josh’s chest for long though. Quickly he continued down and before long was near Josh’s crotch. He did not dive right in though, my dad kissed and licked all around Josh’s pelvis, obviously savoring his first taste of his greatest fantasy. My dad then used his hand to lightly touch Josh’s little penis. He stroked it a few times, then lifted it out of the way and began licking Josh’s balls. Josh was moaning now as my dad sucked first one, then both of Josh’s testicles into his mouth, sucking on them.
My dad sucked Josh’s balls for a few second, and then spit them back out. He then moved his mouth a few inches up and licked Josh’s dick from the base up to the tip. Josh moaned again and put his hands on the back of my dad’s head. My father then took Josh’s little cock into his mouth and looked up into the young boy’s eyes as he began to suck it.
My father sucked on the cock of his new little lover for a few minutes, Josh moaning the whole time. Eventually my dad stopped and got out of bed. The pressure in his pants was obviously becoming too much. He undid his belt, then his pants. He then quickly pulled his pants and boxer shorts down and stepped out of them. My dad’s cock sprang free, pointing up toward the ceiling. I was shocked. My dad had a nice long dick. It was very impressive looking. As my dad got back into the bed with Josh and went back to sucking his little penis. While he was sucking, my dad began stroking his own penis. As he sucked, my dad began lifting Josh’s legs up. Once Josh’s legs were up off the bed, my dad let go of his dick and began licking his balls again. He then directed his licking lower, and into Josh’s crack. Soon my dad was licking around Josh’s butt hole. He licked it a few times, and then stuck his tongue into his little hole. My father was tongue fucking our little lover, while Josh was moaning very loudly now. This scene was so erotic; I had two fingers slowly sliding in and out of my wet pussy.
In a few minutes my dad let go of Josh and got out of the bed again. He started to leave the room, and obviously noticed me for the first time. I think he forgot I was even in the room. He looked at me, with my fingers buried deep inside my pussy. He smiled at me and said that he would be right back. Then my father left the room. I wondered where he was going, but took the chance to talk to Josh.
“Are you ok?” I asked him. Then I added “Are you having fun?”
“I’m great!” answered Josh. “This is so much fun!” he added. I giggled a little. I was glad Josh was enjoying this as much as me, and obviously my dad, were.
My dad returned quickly with a jar of Vaseline in his hand. He knelt on the bed and had Josh roll over. I knew exactly what my dad had in mind. I wondered if Josh did too. I hoped he was ready for it, but from his excited comments moments ago, and the way he seemed to be enjoying himself, I was sure he knew what was coming, and wanted it just as badly.
My father helped Josh get onto all fours and point his cute little butt upward. My dad first took a few good licks of Josh’s ass hole in this position. Then he opened the jar. He stuck his forefinger in and got it nice and gooey. He then began rubbing Josh’s butt hole with it. After Josh was adequately messy, my father got more Vaseline on his finger and began to slowly stick it into Josh’s butt. Josh moaned as my dad’s finger entered him. My dad went slowly at first, letting Josh get used to the feeling. For his part, Josh seemed to love it. He began moving his butt backward every time my father would withdraw his finger a little, trying to keep the digit in his butt longer. He seemed to be loving the feeling of my dad finger fucking him.
“Are you ok there Sport?” my dad asked Josh.
“Yes,” Josh moaned as a reply, looking back at my dad.
“You ready to try some more?” my father asked.
“Yes, I want it all,” Josh replied.
That was obviously all the encouragement my dad needed. He went back to the jar and spread Vaseline over his rock hard cock. He then got behind Josh, and positioned himself just right. I heard both males moan as my dad pushed forward, slowly entering Josh from behind. He continued to slowly push until my dad had about half of his long dick inside the young boy’s butt. Then he began to fuck.
My dad slowly moved in and out of Josh. Slowly fucking the little boy. Josh seemed to be loving the feeling, moaning with each thrust. Soon my dad began to pick up speed. He thrust into Josh’s but faster and faster with each thrust. Soon they were fucking like animals. I could not hold back any longer, and was jamming my fingers into my pussy as fast as I could. All three of us were moaning very loudly.
I could tell my dad was not going to last long. His moaning was getting harder and faster. With one final thrust my dad let out a yelp. He was cumming in Josh’s butt. Josh let out a little scream as he took shot after shot of my dad’s hot cum deep in his backside. I also screamed as I had the best orgasm I had ever had while masturbating.
My dad withdrew his cock from Josh and fell to the bed, lying next to him. None of us said a word or moved for several minutes. Finally my dad rolled over and sat up in bed. He looked at me, and smiled.
“So Penny,” he said, “what kind of car do you want?”
After everything that had just happened, that was not this first thing I expected to hear from my dad. A little shocked I replied “I don’t know, I was thinking a convertible”
“Well a deal is a deal, and I think after what you gave me,” my dad said and as Josh rolled over my dad leaned down and kissed him again, then finished “you deserve whatever car you want.”
After we all finally got up and moving, my father said Josh should probably have a shower to clean up before he went home. I was not surprised at all that my father got in the shower with him. I do not know what they did in the shower, but they were in there for a very long time. By the time the finally came down stairs I had been online for long enough to find the perfect little convertible for myself on the local dealer’s website.
Josh was dressed and it was time for him to get home. I gave him a long passionate kiss before he left, and so did my dad. My dad asked if he could come back the following night. Josh said he had baseball practice that night.
“Good,” I said, “Dad and have some shopping to do anyway.”
We all had a little laugh. As Josh left, he said he would come over the next time he could.
A week later I was driving home from the mall in my convertible, the wind blowing in my hair. I pulled into the driveway and parked. I walked into the house and did not see my father anywhere. I knew he was home, so that could only mean one thing. By the time I made it to the top of the stairs I could already hear the moaning. When I opened the door I saw my dad lying on his back. Josh had learned to suck cock a couple days before and was demonstrating his talents on my father. Without delay I climbed into the bed and began doing the same to Josh’s little penis.
Things were a little weird between my father and me after that. We had both become very open about our sexuality, both walking the house naked most of the time. We told each other all of the stories about sex. I told him about me losing my virginity and about my first time with Josh. He told me about his exploits when he was younger, and told me about developing his interests in children. My dad and I have not had sex. We have touched and played with each other a little bit while in bed with Josh, but I think the idea of fucking his daughter is a weird idea for my dad. I do not really understand that, knowing that my dad does enjoy fucking younger children, but I respect it. Maybe I am too old for him. The idea of being with my dad does interest me though. Remember, I only wanted two things in life, and I got one of them. I got my car. The other thing I wanted was a little but trickier though. I was always looking for new sexual experiences. For a while, having sex with Josh, and watching him with my dad, filled that fantasy perfectly. But as time went by, it became, somewhat, boring to me. I always enjoyed it, and would never pass it up, but after we had done it a few dozen times, it lost some of its magic. Maybe that is why I began thinking about having sex with my dad, but like I said, he was not interested in me that way. So I figured I needed some other way to get what I wanted. First I had to decide what I wanted. My dad had opened up his secret porn stash to me. I knew all about it anyway, so he did not see a point in hiding it any longer.
I was home alone one day when I found out what I wanted next in life. I was searching through my dad’s picture collection, fingering my pussy, when I noticed something interesting. I had noticed before that there were a few pictures of girls mixed in with all the boy pictures on my dad’s computer, but I never really looked at them. I do not know what made me pay more attention that day, but as I was flipping through and landed on a girl picture something inside of me clicked. She was so cute, a little red headed girl, maybe about 10 or 11. She was completely naked. She was lying on a bed with a vibrator touching her young, hairless pussy. I came in that moment. There was not even much of a buildup. It was the weirdest, and one of the best, orgasms. Right then and there I knew what I wanted more than anything in life…. a young girl.
And I knew just how to get it.
The End
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The second chapter of Misty Mountains.
It’s allabout lesbian doing their thing
Jeff and Jen continue their erotic weekend while his daughters are at their Mothers.
What happens when your sister’s friend doesn’t like you but gets drunk and horny?
Tara was left to raise her baby on her own. The least I could do was make her feel like a woman again.
September 2010
nothing better than turning a str8 boy for his 1st time
Watching Porn (with our mom)
By Blueheatt
* A young brother and sister had one computer for the whole family of 3. They hid the porn sites from their mom. Mom was no dummy and found them, but kept quiet about it. She wanted to see just what ‘their ‘sexual interests were at the their young ages…*
__After school Randy and Melanie use to fight over who went first on the computer….., then, they just watched….together. *
Melanie (Mel)…..
“Ewwwww, that’s gross Randy, go on to the next one…”
“Shut up Mel, I’m surfing for hot girls,” Randy would say. I was only trying to hurry him up so I could do my own thing when his time was up on the computer…. 20 minutes max, we had decided, then I got my turn.
Randy was a cool brother, but still typical guy and brother. He would ask me to ’go watch for mom’, and then go porn sites he didn’t want me to see him at. I learned to sneak back and watch him. I told him I would go and watch for mom but my phone rang. It was mom, and she wouldn’t be back till real late, she had a date with a guy at her work. I ran in the room to tell Randy when I saw the site he was in. ’Bro & Sis’ it said. He looked at me and smiled, but didn’t click out of it. We both giggled and said…’Ewww’, but continued to watch.
To be silly, I put my arms around his neck and told him about mom being home late.
Randy had never showed any affection towards me but he didn’t take my arms off him as usual. Instead, he reached behind the chair and felt my hips. We didn’t talk as we watched the ’bro & sis’ vid as they started feeling each other up. We just kept watching as Randy kept feeling my hips and now my ass. He then whispered: (…Mel, you’ve got way better hips and ass than she does.”)
That took me by surprise but watching them made me feel Randy’s chest. I said: (“…that guy is fat, not like your chest Randy. “) I think it took us both by surprise how we were reacting. I was truly aroused by my own brother. We watched them undress and she lay on her back naked. He started kissing her tits and working his way down kissing on her. Randy’s hand slowly went inside the back of my shorts. I got chills. I was getting a sexual thrill from him…and I liked it.
Now, was I brave enough to put my hand down his shirt and feel his bare warm smooth chest? I….slowly let my hand go for it. I felt his nipples. He never stopped me.
“Hello” It was mom. A quick stop to change clothes while her date waited.
Randy quick clicked to a map thing or something.
That afternoon changed everything. All I could think about was watching more porn with Randy and us doing some feeling of us. He said I had better hips and ass than that girl?…I thought she looked hot. I whispered to Randy: (“..can we continue watching ’that’ after mom leaves?”) He said: (“I want to if you do Mel.”) He pinched my butt. I blushed but pinched his butt in return as we quietly giggled.
Randy…..
That was pretty hot, feeling Mel while watching a brother and sister get it on. I think she’ll keep quiet about this, but I better make sure. “What happens in this room…stay’s in this room, you understand Mel?” I told her. The little shit kissed me on the cheek! Ewww…was my first reaction, but then I paused to take a good look at her. She was getting some nice tits and shape to her body now. Not a bad girl toy for me. I kissed her back on her cheek…damn…this is getting interesting. I’m turning her on. She’s pushing her tits into my chest and breathing hard. This could be a lot of fun.
Mom yelled goodbye and we heard the door shut. Mel clamped herself on me and it felt pretty good. I was getting a boner over my sister.
It was getting dark as we started doing like the brother and sister in the vid started out. Feeling us. It didn’t take much imagination for me to feel like I had a new very young girlfriend to play with.
* Well….it seems that Randy and Mel have discovered sexual thrills between them. The trick is to not get caught by mom or anyone. Let’s see what transpires between them. Mel, tell us what your thinking….*
This was so hot. A secret affair between just Randy and I. I wanted to tell my best friend Lindsey so bad about what was happening, but I didn’t dare. Randy was now in my arms and feeling my ass. My pussy was tingling as I pushed it into his boner. My hands were under his shirt and he felt so warm and masculine. I wanted boyfriend kisses, so I started on kissing his neck. I felt his hands un-hooking my bra. They came around and for the very first time…he felt my tits. I felt his boner get bigger. My hand went inside his shorts and I felt his bare ass. I pulled his shorts down some. I wanted to feel his boner, bare skin. His one hand drifted down inside my panties in front. We could both hear our breathing in our ears. This was the highest sex thrill I had ever felt.
As my hand came around to feel his boner I felt his finger going up and down my wet slit, then he took his hand out….
He picked me up…and placed me on mom’s bed. We started kissing our faces. His kisses went down my front and stopped at my tits. My nipples felt his tongue trace around them. They were the hardest ever. His tongue made them stand up firm waiting their turn to be licked and sucked on. I felt wonderful jitters in my whole body. I dared to think about where his tongue was going next. I felt his hair and back as he headed down. We both had uncontrolled ’gasps’ for air…. As this was really happening.
He pulled my shorts and panties down both, all in one motion. I kicked them off and spread my legs wide apart. This was my first time to have my pussy licked. I tried to lay still, but I had some spasms from the tingles. I had watched this on porn vids, but…there is nothing like the real thing….
Randy……
I had never licked a girl this young before, and it was awesome. To make her twitch when I licked up to her clit was hot. Soon she raised up and pulled on me to turn to 69 on our sides. Down came my shorts and I felt her hands fondling my boner. I hoped she would do more than just ’fondle’ it…
Mel……
My heart was beating so fast as this was my first time feeling a guy’s ‘package’. It was hard to think with Randy doing his licking on my pussy. I all happened so fast, just yesterday we didn’t even touch each other. I was so tense I jumped as each car drove buy our house. What if mom came home early?…but for now I had Randy’s boner staring me in the face. In the porn vids the girl kissed, licked and sucked it…I wanted that too. Randy had me so hot I just went for it. I let my tongue touch it, and then slide all over it. He gave out a pleasure moan, so I put my mouth over the end of it. Now he was twitching like I was. I guess I was doing it right as he pushed more in my mouth. I jacked it with each push he made. My clit couldn’t take much more of his sucking and licking as I was starting to orgasm. We got a rhythm going and I had to moan as I jacked faster and he stuck a finger inside my pussy. “Oh jez!” I moaned as my pussy had to orgasm. I moved my clit on his tongue when I got my first taste of cum. It shot hard in my mouth, all warm and sexy. I had the best orgasm of my life while rubbing my clit on his tongue.
Now I really had the jitters as my pussy fucked his face and I had cum flooding my mouth….no wonder they make vids of this. My first oral sex was beyond any thrill I’d ever had….
* Mom was having herself quite a time with her date. She had a lot to drink and now wanted to have sex with the guy. He lived with a girlfriend so that left her place to go have sex. The kids would surly be asleep by now? The were quiet and slipped in her house. Up the stairs the went and into her bedroom. She pulled him down on the bed….but wait…the bed was warm? …and a wet spot? …now she knew without a doubt what the kids had been doing.
She pulled the guy on top of her and said to be quiet and not wake her two kids. The wasted no time but….the drinks didn’t keep them quiet. They got naked fast and started in moaning as things got real hot……*
Randy……..
(“….Mel….listen…mom’s fucking some guy in her bedroom.”)
* Randy’s bedroom was next to their moms. Mel had snuck in Randy’s room to sleep with him that night figuring mom would come home half drunk and never know. Randy and Mel had planned to have some quiet sex play themselves late that night. *
Mel……
Listening to mom and the guy have sex was pure torture to Randy and I. We would now have to wait a long time and listen to them moan and fuck….shhhhhh….
(Randy and I did it anyway….)
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Today was Simah’s 16th birthday and she wanted a present…
The last part of my second story about my experience with Fred at school
My sister had a very nice pussy.
Happy Thanksgiving Aunt Amy
My name is David, I’m pretty average all around. Medium build, not really that fit with a six and a half inch penis. I was twenty when this whole thing happened and it was Thanksgiving. I didn’t have much family nearby but I did have my aunt, Amy. Amy was forty six with dark hair, big tits and a large ass. She wasn’t a particularly fit woman but she was still attractive. My uncle had died a few years prior leaving Amy with my young cousin. Since I had nowhere to go she invited me to Thanksgiving and I accepted. The meal was fine, sat down, ate and talked, reminisced about when my uncle was alive. Then my cousin left to spend the night with a friend and my aunt and I went into the living room to watch some TV. Soon after sitting down my aunt looks over and says:
“Well David, now that Lori(my cousin) is gone we can get out the good stuff.” With this she got up and retrieved a bottle of Jack from the cupboard and two glasses and then returned to the living room. “I know this is your favorite, and you know it’s mine so I figured we would have some tonight,” she said while pouring two double shots.
“Fine by me,” I replied taking my glass. “What should we drink to?” I added.
She cocked her head and thought for a second then said “How about, to the good things in life. Money, whiskey, and sex.”
With that we tapped glasses and shot down each of our drinks. Then she poured us each another double and again we tapped glasses and tossed them back. After the third double shot she looked over and trying to break the awkward silence asked “So, any new girls hanging around?”
“No,” I replied, “They all pretty much serve a purpose that only requires a few nights. Haven’t really found any worth keeping around yet.”
She smiled, leaned back and said “Oh I see…so pretty much you just fuck and run. Nothing wrong with that I suppose, everybody needs sex.”
Now we had a good relationship and had talked about sex before, but I had never heard her say “fuck” in relation to sex before. So I was a little taken aback, but at the same time it kind of turned me on. And she was still smiling so I decided to see how far I could push it. So I poured us another drink.
“How about you Aunt Amy?”
“What about me?”
“Any new guys hanging around?” I mockingly said with a smile.
“No, nobody new. Not really into meeting anyone, just taking care of Lori.”
“I get that,” I said swigging my drink, “But you’ve at least fucked someone lately right?” I added with a little caution.
“No,” she said slowly. “Like I said, it’s hard to do things when Lori’s around. I’m afraid its just me and the internet and my battery operated friend.”
We both laughed at the last part and finished our drinks and watched some more TV and then she eventually said she was going to bed. I stood up and leaned in to give her a hug. The hug lingered for a while and I took the opportunity to get brave and slightly pushed my pelvis forward into her. I thought I felt her push back so I slowly ran my hands over the top of her ass. She pulled back and kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight. She went into her room and I laid down on the couch. As I was laying there I thought I heard her crying so I muted the TV but still couldn’t make it out. I got up and walked over to her door that was slightly open. I could still hear something that sounded like sobbing but I couldn’t make it out and I couldn’t see in. So I knocked softly and said her name as I slowly pushed open the door. What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks and I knew she wasn’t crying; she was moaning.
There, on her bed, was my aunt with her socks on and her panties strung just around her left foot, dangling off the bed. Her left hand was squeezing her left exposed tit pinching the nipple while her right one was still covered by her half-on bra. She had her face buried in the bed and her legs spread with her ass in the air plunging a big blue vibrator in and out of her pussy. From my angle I could see everything and her snatch looked nice and tight and was glistening from being so wet. And her ass hole was slightly convulsing and twitching just begging to be filled. The sight instantly got me rock hard and I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I began to slowly stroke my dick as I watched my aunt face down fucking herself hard trying not to make a sound.
In the middle of her moaning my aunt muttered out, “Yes…right there. Fuck my wet pussy. Pound into me David, fuck my cunt.”
I couldn’t believe what I had heard. I took this as an opportunity and decided not to wait any longer. I quietly removed my pants and my boxers and tiptoed over to the edge of the bed. She was positioned in a way that I didn’t need to get on the bed to get to her. I was now inches from her slippery, pulsating box and I could smell her sex and hear the large fuck toy vibrating around and working hard to make her gush. I licked my lips and leaned in and ran my wet tongue across her clit and up her slit to her stuffed hole. She paused and then shot her head around to see me looking at her with my cock in my hand.
“David! What are you doing in here?”
“It sounded like you were crying so I knocked but you didn’t answer so I came in and saw you. Don’t be mad, It’s just that you looked so damn hot and I had to taste you. I just want to make you feel good Aunt Amy. I think you deserve it.”
She just looked at me for a minute not sure what to say so I slowly put my hand on her ass cheek and began to squeeze it a little. I leaned my head back in and spread her ass a little to see her pussy better. I then ran my tongue back across her clit and she let out a little sigh. I knew I had her at that point. I pulled her hand away from the dildo and took hold of it and pulled it out. I then began to work my tongue up and down her dripping slit, lapping up all the juices that kept pouring out. My aunt began to moan and wriggle under me, pushing her ass and pussy into my mouth. I worked my tongue up to her asshole and licked around the outside. I could barely hear my aunt whisper, “Oh fuck yeah.” I then shoved my tongue into her asshole and pushed two fingers into her hot cunt. She was moaning pretty loud when I got close to her ear; “Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.
She just moaned and shook her head yes.
“No, you got to ask me to do it. Say ‘fuck me‘.”
She looked back and me and slightly bit her bottom lip as she said, “Fuck me. Please David, I need it so bad.”
I slowly started rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her juicy lips and flicking her clit each time. Then I pushed about two inches into her hole and we both let out a groan. It was tighter than I had expected, and I began to push more into her. I eventually buried all of my cock into her and began to slowly pull it back out. She was moaning and after a few minutes she looked back at me and spoke.
“Yeah baby. It’s so good…I want to you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Make me cum honey. Fuck Aunt Amy’s pussy until my legs go numb.”
With that I didn’t need any more encouragement. I pulled almost all the way out and then slammed my cock as far as I could into her pussy. I began to pound her cunt hard and she was moaning and yelling as she gripped the side of the bed.
“Oh god yes…uhh…uhhh…oh David. Yeah, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me. Make me your fucking slut. Oh god…its so fucking good.”
I was shocked at how she was talking but it was turning me on. I began to fuck harder and really get into it.
I reached under her and grabbed her tit and said, “Oh yeah, Aunt Amy, your pussy feels so good. I could slam my cock into it for hours. Do you like it when I fuck your pussy? Do you like having your nephew plowing your whore snatch from behind?”
She moaned hard and replied, “Yeah baby…fuck my cunt. Fuck your aunt’s dirty whore cunt. Your gonna make me cum soon. Cum with me David, fill me up.”
“Oh I’m gonna fill you up, but I’m going to fill up your asshole. Do you like that? Do you want me to fuck your ass until I cum in it?” I said as I pulled her hair making her look at me.
She flashed a sexy smile as she said, “Fuck my ass. Fill it up with your hot cum.”
I slowed down fucking her pussy and spit into her asshole and pushed two fingers in to stretch her out. She began moaning harder and begging me.
“Mmmmm yeah, that feels good. Stuff your cock in my ass David. Fill me up and then cum in my tight asshole.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I pushed my cock halfway into her ass and stopped for a second then plowed the rest of the way in. I was like a mad man. I began fucking her asshole and fingering her pussy while she played with her tits. She looked back at me with drool in the corner of her mouth.
“Oh god…oh fucking god. It feels so good. Fuck my ass. Yes…yes…uuhhh yeeesss. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cuu…”
“Me too Aunt Amy,” I said as I began fucking her pussy as fast as I could. As my own orgasm hit me I felt her asshole tighten around my cock and her pussy squeeze my fingers. I shot about three large wads of cum into her asshole and then pulled out and plunged into her cunt squirting almost two more into her pussy. She screamed and squirted a little bit on my cock and belly and the rocked on my cock for a few more strokes and then collapsed into her bed. I leaned back and found my pants and lit a cigarette.
“That was amazing Aunt Amy. I hope I made you feel better.” I said sitting beside her running my fingers up and down her still twitching slit.
“You did baby, you made me feel amazing. I don’t mind if you and your cock make me feel good few times a week either.”
“I think we can figure something out” I said smiling as I leaned in and sucked on her clit for a second and then fell asleep with my face in her pussy, as she fell asleep too.
The end for now. Will write more if I get positive feed back.
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For George, it had been a day unlike any other. Out of the ashes of one of the worst days of his life, in which he had been picked on, scolded, beaten up, and humiliated, sprung a new day that had quickly become the most joyous he had ever experienced.
He had found a magical Persian tar. When played correctly, it unleashed the essence of a sexual genie servant who was bonded to him for life. He had named her Dawn, after her striking pair of light blue eyes flecked with red and gold, which reminded George of a sunrise. The rest of her was just as beautiful. She had long and feathered honey-colored hair, a lithe and curvaceous body, and a disposition so enchanting that one would have trouble not melting into a puddle of hapless goo the moment she said hello. But for George, she seemed to have the opposite effect. When before he had felt meek and timid, he now felt stronger and livelier around her. After spending the day getting to know her, Dawn had revealed to him that she was in love with him. And magical bond or not, she always would be.
After many years of fear and self-loathing, this revelation had a great impact on George. He had never believed that anyone would ever love him. The hope that his bad days were behind him had broke him down. As Dawn hugged him tightly, years of pain seeped into the collar of her light blue pajama top. She had allowed him to feel safe, and their bond had grown even stronger.
Now that his life had turned a corner, George was emotionally exhausted, and not to mention physically thanks to the copious amounts of amazing sex. He felt like he needed a nap. But it was still mid afternoon, and he was worried that if he went to sleep again Dawn wouldn’t be there when he awoke. Instead, he decided a nice leisurely movie would help him rejuvenate and allow him to spend more time with his dream girl. She agreed excitedly as it was to be her first cinematic experience.
“Why don’t you pick,” he offered.
She beamed at him and moved to the DVD collection next to the TV. George loved the way she bent and posed for him as she perused the collection. She would stand on her toes to reach the top of the shelf for some random box and then twist to show off the curve of her perfect butt and her graceful legs. “Hmmm, King Kong…” she said, “nah, too long.” Then she knelt and thrust her ass into the air as she reached for another box, “Saw, eww gross.” She continued through the collection being sure to give George all the best views of her delicious figure. She would make sure the outline of her perky breasts was visible even though she was facing away from him.
Eventually she found a movie that excited her and dived into George’s lap to show him. “Harry Potter?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Please! It looks like fun,” she gave him a sexy pout and bounced up and down, which did wonderful things to her braless tits.
“Okay, okay! Put it in.”
She began to pull his cock out of his pants.
“The movie you little minx!”
“Darn, I thought I had you there,” she laughed. She jumped off his lap and moved to the entertainment center. It took her a few minutes, but she figured out how the TV and DVD player worked and returned to George’s lap.
As the movie played, Dawn watched in complete fascination. She would gasp and clap excitedly at Harry’s victories, and boo his enemies. All the while she would bounce on George’s lap as he wrapped his arms around her taut stomach. She was particularly fascinated by the wands. “Ooh, that is neat! I want a wand George!” she exclaimed.
She stopped bouncing as a sudden realization hit her, “Wait a second … I DO have a wand.” She crawled off of George’s lap and pulled out his hardened cock. “8 and a half inches of pure mahogany,” she said as she stroked him slowly.
George was only beginning to recover, but reached his full length in record time thanks to her expert ministrations. However, he was still a little sore from their previous encounter in which he had, almost literally, fucked her brains out. “Oh babe, I don’t want to tell you to stop but…”
“Do not tell me then,” she interrupted, “just relax and let me give you a little taste of what is in store for you for the rest of your life.”
“But I’m still recovering from last time and I don’t want you to miss the movie.”
“I can do both. And besides,” she flashed him a sexy grin, “you are always just one wish away from being ready.”
He thought for a second, which wasn’t easy at that particular moment, and said, “I wish to be completely rejuvenated so that I can enjoy a relaxing handjob from my beautiful girlfriend.”
The tingle returned along with the flash of gold from her eyes. He felt completely refreshed and his cock seemed even harder then it had been before. She moved in close to kiss him and purred, “Mmm, you are so sweet. I am very lucky to have such a great guy as my boyfriend.” She smiled happily, “I cannot believe I just called you that. You do not mind, do you George?”
“You know I don’t. It’s official now.”
“Could you … say it again?” she said sheepishly. Her eyes glistened from the light of the TV.
George could tell this meant a lot to her. He looked deep into her eyes and said, “Dawn, you are my wonderful, intelligent, beautiful girlfriend, and I am your ever-grateful and completely undeserving boyfriend.”
Dawn leaned in to kiss him again and let it linger for while. She continued to stroke him slowly with both hands as her lips danced across his. George ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek were he felt a little dampness. It wasn’t a lot, but it made him feel really good to be able to make her that happy with so small a gesture. Then he thought that maybe it wasn’t so small a thing. After all, it had meant so much to him just to hear her say three little words.
As they kissed, he thought about what it must be like for her to have to be prepared to be treated like a slave. He just couldn’t think of her that way. If anything, he felt enslaved to her. It was a feeling he relished. He decided then that he wanted her as Dawn, not just his Genie; and that would mean she would have to find an identity outside of her need to gain his approval. He wanted her to love him because he deserved it, not because some Major Genie two-thousand years ago decided she would. It was a tall order, he had no idea how to go about it, but it was something that he felt very strongly about.
In any case, he wanted very much for her to know how much she mattered to him. He just couldn’t think of the right words. He knew what he thought he should say, that he loved her too, but he still wasn’t ready to say it. With nothing else on the tip of his tongue, except hers, he filed the thought away and let himself enjoy her attentions.
True to her word, she was able to watch the movie and give him a stellar handjob at the same time. She had produced a bottle of some gel-like substance out of thin air, and used it to keep him slick and cool. It was very slow and easy, unlike their previous encounters that day which had been explosions of passion, sweat, and screams. As she watched and stroked, she continued her youthfully exuberant exclamations at the movie. Whenever a character would perform a spell with a wand, she would use her “wand” to do the same thing.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” shouted the on-screen Ron.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” exclaimed Dawn, and the bottle of slick gel floated over to her so she could apply more to George’s turgid shaft. The two broke down into hysterics.
After a little more than half-way through the film, George was on the verge of a large climax. Dawn paused the movie so that she could devote her complete attention to him. She knelt on the floor between his legs and continued her slow methodical movements. She looked directly into his eyes and he could see her own passion building up as well. It took him a moment to remember his wish that she feel any pleasure she gave him and realized that she was about to cum too. Still she stroked slowly, though she gripped his cock a little more tightly.
“Oh George,” she said in a husky voice, “you make the best wishes.”
Her lips trembled as she breathed ragged breaths. Her nipples poked through her shirt. She had a hard, glazed look about her. “Cum for me George,” she said in almost a whisper, “Cum all over your girlfriend’s face. Cover me with your cum.”
He felt the steady rush of his orgasm pour through him. He grunted as long white ropes of his cum drenched her nose, chin, and lips. More coated her forehead and cheeks and dripped down in large gobs to the floor. She moaned loudly as her own climax overtook her. “Oh yes! Give it to me George! So much … so much cum!” she yelled as she jacked him off.
George looked down at her lightly glazed face in awe, both of Dawn and her enthusiasm, and the size of his ejaculation. He couldn’t remember ever cuming that much before. He watched her in silence as she caught her breath. Her breasts heaved in her light blue top. Once she regained control of herself she reached down underneath the waistband of her pajamas and dipped her fingers into her sopping pussy. She brought them up slowly to her face where she mixed them with his cum and sucked the mixture off her finger. “Thank … thank you George,” she said with a shudder.
“Um … you’re welcome, babe. Are you okay?”
Dawn continued to suck globs of his cum from her fingers, “Yes, but I think I may have something of sperm fetish.” She giggled as she made more of a mess trying to clean herself up than George did messing her up. Eventually, she gave up trying to get it all before it dripped on the floor and summoned the magical washcloth to finish the job properly.
As Dawn cleaned George first and then herself, George asked, “Was that you or me?”
“You mean that impressive load? A combination really. Part of it was the fact that I am quite good at giving handjobs, another was the fact that you were fully rejuvenated and had been stimulated for a long time. But you have been giving me loads like this all day, this is just the first one you have actually seen.”
George thought back and realized she was right. He had always cum inside her up to that point. “But I’ve never done that on my own,” he said.
“Yes, well, you had never been with a woman before. Your body knows when it is alone. With a partner, our systems go into overdrive. Human systems do anyway. My systems are always turned up,” she said with a saucy grin.
“Well, whatever the reason, that was amazing.”
“Thank you very much, Hotstuff!” She jumped up onto his lap and leaned in to kiss him again.
But then he remembered that she had just been slurping down his cum like she was at a wine tasting and stopped her. “Whoa, whoa. First, I wish for both of us to be completely clean and refreshed so that we can enjoy the rest of this movie together. Like normal couples do, not sex crazed magical Genies and Masters.”
Tingle. Flash. “Thank you! And phooey,” she pouted.
“Hey, I said like normal couples. I think normal couples like to fool around a little during movies. Don’t they?.”
She nearly tackled him and kissed him with infectious enthusiasm. “This couple does!” she said when they finally broke from the kiss.
Eventually, they put the movie back on and actually managed to watch it the whole way through without any more wishes. Though that didn’t prevent them from indulging in a few gropes, fondles, kisses, and embraces. George spent a good portion of the film sneaking grabs at her perfect breasts and butt while Dawn made half-hearted attempts at stopping him.
As the credits rolled all semblance of normalcy evaporated, and the pair dissolved into a sea of passionate tongue twisting. But after a while their kissing became slower and more tender. Dawn surprised him by finding a sensitive spot on his neck where she licked and sucked for bit. The sensations made George squirm and laugh. It wasn’t until the DVD switched back to the title screen and replayed its theme song a few times that they stopped. George held her tightly as she lay on top of him and stroked the silky golden-brown hair that he loved so much. She scrunched her arms up between them and laid her head down on George’s broad chest as she purred softly.
Finally, George asked, “So how did you like the movie?”
“It was great! It was a little preposterous, but so exciting! That’s a fantasy story?” she asked as she turned to meet his eyes.
“Yep, there are bunch more in that series too. We can watch the rest sometime if you like.”
She flashed him a heart stopping smile, “I would like that very much, as long as we can watch them together.” She gave him another sweet peck on the lips. “I think fantasy might be my favorite type of story.”
George suddenly had an idea that was too good to let go. “Dawn, come up to my room. I want to show you something.”
She shivered slightly, “Ooh, goody.”
The two made their way across the house towards the stairs. Normally such an activity would have been quite forgettable. But with Dawn involved, the simple act of moving from one place to another took a great deal of effort. She led him by the hands while she would periodically sneak flirtatious touches to his muscles and his cock. Even when she wasn’t playfully nipping at him, George found it difficult to keep his hands off of her. Dawn went up the stairs first, giving George an unparalleled view of her delicious curves, barely hidden behind her light blue pajamas. Without thinking, George reached up, gripped her butt roughly, and kissed the small of her back. She feigned a gasp and turned around. She sat on a step a few higher then George, spread her legs, and pulled him on top of her, moaning lustfully as they started making out again.
While George was indeed ready for another round of passionate love-making, he had a gift for her that he was certain she would like that wasn’t something he could wish for, and he was very excited to give it too her. At least as far as he could figure, he could only wish for something if it involved love or sex. What he had in mind was more cerebral. But despite his heroic attempts at disengaging from her delectable mouth, Dawn kept him entwined. With no other recourse, George wrapped one arm around her bare waist and swung her over his shoulder. She yelped and giggled and kicked her legs up and down as George carried her the rest of the way up the stairs.
As they entered his room, George slid Dawn off his shoulder until she was cradled in his arms. He then laid her down on his bed gently. She struggled to plant kisses on his face and neck all the while.
He laughed, “C’mon babe, I have a present for you.”
“Really?” she squealed.
“Yeah. But sit right there. I need to do some digging first.” Dawn gave him a look that seemed to say “huh,” but she obeyed. She reclined on his bed, making sure to twist and bend in a way that would give him the best view of her body.
George stepped over a few piles of dirty clothes and almost tripped over the Persian tar which had been Dawn’s home for more than two-thousand years. He picked it up and leaned it against the wall next to his guitar. The ivory carving at the top was still cracked wide up the center. George noticed that Dawn was watching him nervously as he handled the tar and then relaxed when she realized he was merely putting it away.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’m not going to put you back in your vessel.”
Reassured, Dawn smiled and nodded. George moved to his closet and began tossing smelly clothes, shoes, and a few old action figures out of the way. As he worked he asked, “How did you fit in that thing anyway? Even being a gas it still would’ve been a tight fit.”
She giggled a cute giggle, “I was not a gas George. I was raw potential. I was everything and nothing at the same time. You make it sound like I could fill a balloon.”
“You are, at the very least, a force of nature. But seriously, were you hiding in a black hole or something?” he asked as he moved a large stack of comic books.
Dawn watched him very closely, periodically raising her eyebrows at the different items he produced from his seemingly bottomless closet. “Actually, I do not think I have been entirely clear about how a Genie’s vessel works. You see, the tar was not the actual vessel itself. It is merely the doorway to the vessel. The actual vessel is a small demi-plane, a tiny universe completely serperate from your own, which is only accessible through the doorway’s magic. Think of it like this: my vessel is a room with a locked door. This door can take on many forms, in this case, a tar. The key to this door can also take on many forms, in this case, a specific song.”
“I get it … I think. And if someone where to open the door to the vessel without the key…”
“That would be very difficult to do. First, the doorway is virtually indestructible and tamper proof to all but the most powerful beings, and I cannot even speculate as to who those beings would be. Secondly, even if they opened the door to the vessel, the magic of the vessel requires the key for the Genie’s essence to be released. So they would go to a tremendous amount of trouble for nothing. They would find the vessel empty. The only exceptions that I know of are the Genie Kings and Major Genies.”
George took in all that she said in quiet contemplation. The more he found out about Genies, the more he felt like he had won some kind of cosmic lottery. “So what is it like inside this little universe? Are there tons of pillows laying around a giant hookah, like in the TV shows?”
“Like I said before, it is difficult to explain logically. All I can really say with certainty is that I do not want to go back.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, before, I was pure potential. I did not have a personality or emotions or even a body. There was everything, but nothing at the same time. Now that I am fully formed and self-aware, I am afraid that I would be very lonely inside all by myself. I would not be aware of anything going on outside the vessel and I would be afraid that the vessel may never be opened again. And … it is the only place where I could not feel you.”
George paused his rummaging and sat back on his knees. He felt a sudden twinge in his heart at her mention of being lonely. Loneliness was a feeling he knew well. Dawn kept talking.
“Of course, I would go back inside if you wished it. And if someone else somehow managed to open the vessel with me inside, I would still belong to you. It is just that…”
“Dawn.”
“Yes George.”
“I won’t ever make that wish,” he said very sternly, “you’re never going back into your vessel.” He looked over his shoulder at her, “Understand?”
“Y … yes Master. I did not mean to imply that you would. I mean … it would be acceptable if you felt it necessary. I am sorry,” she lowered her head in shame.
George was slightly alarmed at the honorific. He had never been prone to outbursts of any extreme emotion. The memories of his old life, the life before Dawn, had created a fatherly need in him to protect her. But he realized it had come out sounding like a dog owner yanking something out of a young pup’s mouth. He felt terrible for his sudden lack of tact.
He sighed heavily and said, “I didn’t mean it like that Dawn. That was rude and uncalled for. I got carried away. What I meant to say was that I wouldn’t do that to you, not after what you’ve given me, and certainly not after … forgive me?”
Their eyes locked. Understanding and grace filled her countenance. “There is no need, George. You were remembering what it was like to be lonely, and you took a stand against it, not me. I am proud of you actually.”
“Yeah, well, I still feel bad. Don’t really know where that came from.”
Dawn shrugged, “It is fine George, I still love you.”
His stomach did two back flips, “I um … I…” he stammered.
“You were going to give me a present,” she said happily.
He smiled, knowing that she let him dodge the bullet. “Yes indeed,” he said with enthusiasm, “sorry that it’s taking me so long. It’s been a while since I’ve actually used any of them.”
She clapped her hands together excitedly, “You mean there is more than one?”
“You’ll see,” he said slyly.
Finally, he had cleared the debris from around his gift. “Okay, Dawn, close your eyes. And no peeking.”
She smiled knowingly at him and shut her eyes. George had no idea that the act of closing one’s eyes could be so sexy, but then he thought that Dawn could be wearing a HAZ-MAT suit and still look sexy. She reclined on his bed and waited patiently for her next command.
George walked over to her and picked her up carefully. Without any prompting, she leaned her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes still relaxed and closed. He could almost feel the warmth of her smile.
He carried her over to his closet, set Dawn on her feet, and guided her to her knees in front of a wooden, knobby, waist high bookcase completely filled end to end with small paperback books. Creases along the spines indicated that they had been read several times over.
“Okay, open your eyes,” he said quietly.
She did so slowly and examined the bookcase. George stayed quiet as she took in the site before her. “These … these are stories.”
“Fantasy stories,” corrected George. “This is my collection, all my favorites. Whenever I was feeling down I would lose myself in a book for a while until the feeling passed. I used to imagine myself as the heroes in the stories, slaying dragons and saving maidens and whatnot. It would make me feel better, for a little while at least.”
“Why did you stop,” her voice was filled with awe.
“I started to believe that nobody in the real world really thought that way. I would read a story that had inspired me when I was a kid, but when I compared it to my own experience, things just didn’t add up. Good and evil are never that absolute. Love stories are never that simple. Friendships never last that long. It started to make me feel even worse when I kept trying to hang on to those ideas and everyone thought I was stupid.”
He sighed heavily once more, his eyes downcast. “No, that’s not true,” he said sadly. “I gave up. I just, stopped trying. I guess I thought the maidens would rather date the dragons then be saved by me.
But now that I have you, I know that I was wrong. A lot of what I am, a lot of what I hoped to be, is in those books. They taught me about myself. It’s why I know what friendship is even though I don’t have any friends. It’s how I know that if you love me like you say you do, then I should try to be worthy of it. It’s how I know that I don’t want you to be my slave, but my equal.”
George held her. “Dawn, you made me realize how important these are to me. And now I want you to have them.”
“You mean, you are giving them all, to me?” she asked wide-eyed.
“On one condition. When you read them, I want you to think about what the stories mean to you, not just what it means to me that you are reading them. I want you to enjoy them, or hate them, because it is what you feel.”
Dawn wore a look of unabashed wonderment as she ran her index finger along the spines of the books. She stopped at a familiar title and pulled the book free. It was the book version of the movie they had just watched. She stared at the cover lovingly.
He continued, “I know they are just books, but when I saw how much you liked the movie I thought you might enjoy the real thing. And who knows, maybe you’ll find something in those books that will teach you something about yourself, just like they did for me.”
She hugged the book tight across her chest and said, “They are not just books. They are you.” She looked up at him, her beautiful dawn colored eyes glistened, “I will take very good care of them.”
George leaned in and kissed her forehead, “I know you will.”
Feeling very good about himself, George thought he should leave her be for the moment so that she could explore her gift more completely. He stood up and surveyed the devastation in his room. Unlike the mess in the kitchen, this one was completely his own doing. Even before he had emptied his closet to clear a path to the bookcase, the place had looked like a war-zone, with old action figures acting like generals directing their armies of books over mountains of dirty clothing. Now it looked like the proverbial bomb had gone off. He had resolved to give the place a thorough scrubbing when he heard Dawn’s voice behind him.
“George,” she said in her now familiar sultry tone, “I have a gift for you too.”
George turned around and almost choked on his tongue at what he saw. Dawn was at the entrance to his closet dressed in an almost perfect recreation of a Hogwart’s uniform. It was made even more perfect thanks to the alterations she made. Rather than looking frumpy, the costume was cut to hug every inch of her perfect body. Her long shapely legs were made even more so thanks to a pair of black pumps and white knee high stockings. The skirt was definitely much shorter than any respectable witch would have worn, stopping just before her lightly tanned mid thigh. Her blouse acted more like a corset than a blouse and pushed her large perky breasts up higher then usual. With the top few buttons undone, the view was mesmerizing. Rather than a cloak, she wore a long silk scarf that blended blue, red, and gold in horizontal bands up its length. It flowed in two long tendrils down her back. Her skirt and tie matched the scarf’s colors, although the tie looked quite comical nestled uselessly in her cleavage. All told, George thought she looked dazzling and his throbbing cock poked noticeably against his sweat pants in response. He stood their dazed with his mouth open.
“You like?” Dawn asked as she pranced around in a tight circle to give him all the best views. Her scarf twirled around her in graceful swirls. Her pleated skirt flared up and George caught sight of her white panties.
George tried to say, “Ohmyfuckingodyes!” But what he actually said came out even less coherent than that.
Dawn gave him a heavenly laugh and said, “I will assume that was an affirmative.”
George nodded dumbly.
“But this is not the complete extent of my gift. How would you like to go there?”
“Where? Too Hogwart’s?”
She nodded.
“You can do that?”
“With a wish, Yes. I said before that I could create fantasies for you without limit. The only stipulation would be that there would have to be sex involved.”
“Oh, darn,” he said jokingly.
She laughed again. “I have to warn you though, while you are in the fantasy, time will pass in the real world. An hour in a fantasy would amount to roughly an hour in our world. Of course, as your mastery of my powers grows, and your confidence in yourself grows, that ratio would change in your favor. Also, there is a limit on the amount of time you can spend in a fantasy. You opened my vessel just under 18 hours ago, so you have accrued 18 hours of fantasy time.”
“Okay, I don’t want to stay there for a full 18 hours. Maybe an hour or two would suffice.”
“That should be fine. Right now you can experience a single fantasy up to six hours long, but again, that should get longer as we spend more time together and the more confidant you become. Oh, and you cannot experience more than one fantasy in any 24 hour period, to prevent you from spending too much time in a fantasy world.”
“This is one of those weird Genie rules isn’t it?”
“Yes, sorry George. It was put in place long ago, because a few Masters refused to deal with the real world and retreated completely into their fantasies. These Masters were powerful men with tremendous responsibility. Trapping themselves in a fantasy was not healthy for anyone. It is something I do not have a control over.”
Despite his limitations, George was very excited about the prospect of living out the fantasies from his books, “So, if I wished to fight some orcs and then make love to you dressed up like an elf for six hours, you could do that?”
Tingle. She smiled happily and said, “Yes, that would be fine. That sounds like a lot of fun actually. And I wouldn’t really be dressed up like an elf, I would be an elf. However, for any fantasy I would need to have a basic script of events and any other details you feel are important.”
“Well right now I am feeling inspired by your ‘uniform’. What do I need to do?”
She leaned in and rubbed his erection lightly through his pants. She bit her lip as she said softly, “Why don’t you get comfortable, and then you can tell me what you dream about. Then, I will make your dream come true.” She had that look in her eye that George had come to recognize as her unbridled affection.
George felt a little weak-kneed as she pulled him down low enough so that she could kiss him deeply as she continued to caress his member. She pushed him backwards lightly until he hit the bed and fell backwards, pulling her on top of him. His stomach did three back flips.
She straddled him, “So George, are you comfortable yet?” she asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfortable being so uncomfortable in my entire life,” he said breathlessly in between kisses.
“Then would Master like to be less comfortable?”
He just grunted in confirmation.
Without her moving from their kiss, George felt his pants slide down and his hard cock enter her slick warm tunnel. She didn’t ride him so much as milk him. He could feel her walls slowly pulse and pull and tighten around him. The thought occurred to him that her panties should have been in the way, but quickly dismissed it when he remembered she was genie. He thought she could probably still be wearing her panties and just make them immaterial or something. He swooned as he imagined the lengths that Dawn could and probably would go just to fuck him.
Over the next half-hour, George relayed to Dawn a fantasy that been swimming in his head for a while. Dawn continued her slow milking, increasing her intensity as George relayed some of the more lurid details. He had been resisting the urge to reach up and play with his most favorite pair of breasts in the whole world because he didn’t want to mess up her uniform. But he couldn’t hold back as their mutual orgasm approached. She feigned indignation as her tie and blouse were hopelessly disheveled by George’s large hands, but the sensations quickly melted her coherence. Even as big as George’s hands were, the flesh of her breasts overflowed and spilled out between his thick fingers. Minutes later, they both finished riding out the crests of their equally earth-shattering orgasms.
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