This is the next chapter of the continuing story of Tori the freshman who’s life has changed so much since meeting her boyfriend the senior varsity starting quarterback. Now after he broke up with her see how her story continues to change and get more complicated. Read on to find out.
A beach party turns into a long night of cute horny boys banging a sweet girl who just wants to have fun.
Susie gets a new experience, and turns the tables on Dr. Stone
My first story, please enjoy and feel free to comment.
A young man looks into a window and…
What do you do with two cocks? You put them in two holes, of course!
I was about 15 at the time, and I went over to my friend’s house to spend the night. My friend James (( I will leae his real name secret )) came up to me and hugged me. I didnt find it strange, we usually did. Well, we unpakced my bag, got the game systems out and started to play some games. Well, also that night, his 7 year olf sister had her friend spend the night, his sisters friend was 16, Crystal (( that is her nickname )) and I had liked her a little. Well, me and James began to play Deus Ex, and I thought that normal, since we usually played games at his house. We played, and I was getting frustrated, I had nevered played an XBox before then. Well, we finally stopped playing XBOX and moved onto the PlayStation2, a system I was pretty good on. We played on that for awhile, probally some RPG game, dont remember, that part of the night wasnt important.
Well, I smiled and looked at his computer, and slowly brought up the idea of some web surfing.
“Hey, James, is your parents asleep?”
“They should be Vince, why?”
“Lets look at some porn, I know an excellent website.”
He was kinda cautious of the idea, but I got on it anyways. We got horny, looking at mostly women and men fucking, sometimes the occasonaly blowjob pics, and some lesbian pictures. Well, we were very horny now, and we began to masterbate, and we didnt care to cover up our dicks. He kept looking over at mine, and I was blushing a little, he was making small comments like ‘it looks so big Vince’, or ‘how long is it?’ We got a ruler and messuared it, 13 inches long, and then, before removing the ruler, he placed his hand on my dick. I was nervous, but I was also wanting him to continue touching it. He started to give me a handjob, and I began to blush. He then got under his computer chair, and looked at me through my legs.
“Vince, can I suck your dick?”
I was blushing badly, wanting him to, yet also not wanting him to. “Yes James, take it in your mouth.”
“You know, I am bi-sexual Vince, and I have wanted you for a long time.”
I blushed at that, his mout slowly taking form over my dick. He began to suck it, his teeth slowly scrapping it, but not painfully. I moaned, and my hands gripped his computer chair, scratching at it, the first time i have ever had a blowjob. He started to lick the tip of my dick, me feeling a tingle in my dick. I knew what is was, I have been masterbating for awhile then. I looked at him, and whispered softly.
“James, I have to cum, please, stop.” a little nervous voice spoke softly.
“Vince, cum ion my mouth, I want to taste its juice.” he said, nibbling on my dick as he sucked it.
I nodded and let him continue, cumming in his mouth. It dripped down, but he took it all in his mouth, swallowing every drop. We moved to the couch, me starting to lick his dick, nervou of this new desire that rose in me. I have always thought myself straight, but now I was wanting this dick in my mouth. I began to suck him, almost as if I were a hungry beast, feeding after several years of starving. I licked the tip, and continued nibbling his dick. It seemed like hours, but lasted atleast 30 minutes. He cummed in my mouth, and I was suprised, and spit in back on his dick, it flowing down his legs and over his dick, a little staying in his pubic hair. I was blushing madly, and he got up, kissing me deeply.
“Vince, I am going to wash, dont wanna be dirty for you.”
I nodded and he left, heading to the shower. I heard it start, and I laied on his couch, sprawled out, naked. His sister’s friend came in, and I didnt notice at first. I heard a long gasp, and then next thing I saw, a half naked, beautiful, sexually arousing girl, Crystal. I saw her, slowly removing her bra and thong. I looked at her, and she walked over.
“Your dick looks so lovely vince, can I have it?”
I nodded at her, unable to speak, assuming I was merely dreaming. She walked over and sat on my dick, in in her nice, tight ass. To this day, i still want it. She began to pump up and down, throwing her head back, smiling, saying she has always dreamed of a cock this big and long. I blushed, her moaning a little loudly. She began to beg me to cum, and I said I would if I could. She got harder and rougher with her thrusts, and I was moaning slightly now, cumming hard into her ass, it began to drip down her inner thighs. I pressed her to the couch, getting a little controling.
“I am eating your pussy, I want to taste your sweat pussy. I have longed for it for so long, and I will get it now.”
I leaned down, and began to lick at her pussy lips. I knew I wasnt good at it, but I did anyways. I then began to tongue fuck her, and from the conversation me and her had last week, she said I as great, but I dont think I was. I remember my thumb beginning to rubb her clit. I as enjoying it, the pussy I have longed for so long was finally mine, and no one elses. She cummed, and I licked what I could, swalling some of it. I felt sick after, but nothing bad. She then pushed me back, and grinned.
“I have your virginity now.”
The shoved my dick into her pussy, screaming as it entered her. She was riding me, as she called it in the end. I was moaning a bit louder now, my friend still in the shower. My folks were gone, and I had spent the night. She continued to ride me, wanting me to cum. I was reluctant at first, but then gave in, cumming into her pussy. I up at her, gripping her breasts, caressing them gently. We stopped, and she got up, licing my dick, not stopping. I looked at her, and she began to suck on my dick. I was blushing, but she stopped when my friend walked in. She quickly left, and took a shower as well. I got dressed, and had wet dreams of them both, as I woke up, he as laying with his head on my chest, his hand on my dick. I looked at him, and woke him, gently getting up. My parents hand left one of their cars in our yard, so I went home, knowing they wouldnt be back for awhile. I invited Crystal over a few times I was safe, and me and her actually had sex a few more times. She said she enjoyed it, especially me eating her out. I smiled, and kept waking up with her in my arms, happy.
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Her Nightmare….
One rainy night, I planned to perform a little experiment on some poor people in restaurant near my apartment. I am a six feet 7 inch. 249lbs, Black man I look like I was craved out stone, like a beautiful statue. I am hung like horse. Anyway, back to my little experiment. I was curious how quick a group of people would sacrifice on person to save their own lives. So tonight, I would, go and hold up the Restaurant and see if the would give me one beautiful young woman so they all could get out alive. Around 9:00pm, I went down there all dress in black and wearing mask to hide Identity I snuck in the back so I would not be spotted. When got in to the dinning room, I saw her name was Pepper a 21yr old Latina. She is a Curvy 5’8 130lbs goddess. I knew her. I had lusted after her. We met at that very Restaurant. However, she was a Lesbian since I am a man it wouldn’t work.
So that night was my chance to finely, taste her. As I burst in with a two nine mms handguns. Everyone screamed and dove to the ground. I spoke with rage and terror as yell out my instructions. “EVERYONE GET ON THE GROUND NOW! NOBODY SHOULD TRY THINKING ABOUT BEING A HERO! YOU ALL CAN LIVE SAFELY IF YOU DECIDE TO SACRIFICE OR I WILL JUST START EMPTYING CLIPS IN YOU ALL!!” SEE THAT LITTLE LATINA OVER THERE GIVE HER TOO ME, NOW!!!! Quickly the mass of scared people agree and then looked toward the floor with shame for they have just sealed her fate. I walk over to her, grab her arm, and forcefully lift her to her feet nobody, look, and her not even her girlfriend, who is paralyzed with fear. As we walk out, she asks, “What are going to with me? Easy I responded I am going to fuck until I cannot then I decide what I will do next but the first part could last a long time. I am a marathon runner and I have stamina for days and a really well insulated basement. Come on lets go home. Dragging her is like pulling an empty wagon, it’s real easy.
When we get home, Pepper asks me “will you kill me? With a slight smirk I say No, if obey me, she responds with faint weak ok.” I lead her to my basement the reveal my reason to abduct her. “I have always wondered how quickly people would sacrifice someone so they could live. Take off your closes. In addition, get you some food and see you in the morning, what would you like soup and sandwich, or me to order a pizza and bring to here and eat and talk. Stunned by my question she replies Pizza, and the reason sounds like the sick things my pal Dre is always thinking about. After hearing, her I decide to reveal my Identity. I take off the mask and hat. She looks at me and starts to laugh Dre You Kidnapped me “I am scared now.” I hear this and I grab her forcefully whip her around and grab her cell phone and purse so she cannot call for help. With the fear growing in her eyes slowly she shakes her head, she ask me “why?” me because none you took me seriously, and I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you Pepper. I could have done the experiment under safer, more controlled, legal. The Pizza comes we eat it and talk; she says you know you went about all wrong the way. Police will look for me, I will go the Police when let me go, or they find my body figure out you did it. I reply. They will not. Because everyone the thinks I am white not black. How can you be sure the mask, and the way to operated? It screams white middle age, psychopath. Not early twenties black moron. You are right about if I let you go. Ok she says with a tremble of fear in her voice. Pepper you are hot, honest, and from what your girlfriend say great with your tongue. She remembers what I said about killing her and asks if I do not obey will you kill me? I say without breath “Yes with my bare hand, she stares at and laughs, I viscously Bitch Slap which brings my point across. Then I say good night.
The next morning I get and come down to the basemen and find her asleep, I wake her up my fully erect 14-inch cock. Shove it right down her throat. She wakes up gags with one terrifying groan. I tell her if I feel pain you so do you. She nods. Suck Bitch. She start by sliding her expert tongue around the head of my cock, it feel great slowly I push head down the length of my chocolate stick. She tries to resist but I just apply more pressure, I will ease up so she can get air. Then back down until she has my cock will not go any farther. Suck bitch I tell again she does I bob her head up and down faster and faster until I thrust her head all the way down and Cum in her mouth I tell to make sure my cock is clean when pull it out. Quickly suck downs as much as she can then licks and suck the left over cum off my dick. As she cowers in front of me, I look over tan petite frame and glaze at her ample c-cup breasts round and natural and shaven pussy, that tight round plum ass. She with tear in her eye and mascara read to her face she asks me pleads to me not face fuck again. I laugh and say fine but you better give me great blowjobs or I’ll start face fucking again, and complaining but me being forceful cause I am going to rape, degrade, assault, and use you. Unless really you are hurt, I will enjoy your pain, trust me I will know if you faking. Got it, she nods submissively. Get up Pepper and lie down and spread your legs, no she whispers, I grab them and force them open and Bitch slap her. Hold them open. She does. Slowly I rub my dick up against her clit and twat, she shake and pleads me to stop, I ignore those pleads and agonizing slow penetrate her. It was so tight I thought it would not fit but precede she screams stop you are tearing my apart inside, Good I say with the look a hungry animal on my face. Slowly inch by inch it moves deep inside her. After it is all the way in, I stop to let her adjust. I enjoy the vise around my cock. She begs me to stop, then I pull all but 2 inches out and back into I repeat it faster, harder, In and out. She cries as she is impaled my 14 inch monster. Just before I cum I pull out, tell her sit up, and open her mouth just I shoot load after load of hot cum all everywhere on body but not her mouth. Sorry I say with devilish smile. Turn over and get on all fours. She does I ask her “Do you want to cum?” she can’t answer. I ask again she answers “No, why would I cum? I am being raped; I say “Make you cum again and again. Without warning I Impale her again, I shove my pole in her, Pepper screams as full her up, in a slow rough pace I drill in to her, leaning over to grope her breast an reach down to rub her clit, her firm round tits bounce as I move in and out of pussy then a slow soft moan escapes her, How do like it Bitch? All she can do is trying and suppress the pleasure building; another slow moan escapes her lips, as her body defies her. You like don’t you? I inquire I start to drive harder. Pepper can’t take it anymore. As she thinks to herself, why am I a Lesbian getting off on a man raping me? “How do you like a dick in you Bitch?” She has to say “No, Stop I thought we were friends. Why would rape me? I say I’ve wanted since I first meet. I grab her hips and drive into her like I am trying go through her, as my ball slap against her ass thrusting her forward, then I pull her back and repeat it again and again, I starts to rub her clit, as the heat start to build in her feverously I drive into her cunt. Loud moans, and screams of signal her impeding climax, then it happens with Thrashing and Moans she Came so hard I thought she’d break my dick off at the base, but that thrashing only gives me what I need Cum, I yell I am gonna Cum!!, Cum in Me Cum in Me is all I hear from her so I thrust in to her and unload, in her load after load, after I am done, we collapse.
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The continuation of a story about my teacher and myself,and our little ‘affair’
A spoilt Brat is punished for her behaviour
Part 6 of a Breeders Life… once again something very different.
I am in college now but my sex life started the last day of grade school
I have been lusting after my niece for years now. It probably started when she was 13. I had always had a thing for her mum, my wife’s sister, Susan. She is gorgeous, long blonde hair, thin supple body, and big tits. When it got cold or she got excited, Susan’s tits stuck out an inch, and she did nothing to hide them. In fact I think she did everything to show them off to me.
My niece, Kirsty, looked almost exactly like her mum, except she had light brown hair. As I said, I started to fantasize about her when she was 13. She was visiting, and had just got out of the pool after a swim. She was wearing a cute 2 piece bikini, which didn’t cover much, when I noticed her tits. They weren’t that big then, about a size 32B, but her nipples stuck out about an inch just like Susan’s did. At that sight, I started getting hard, and quickly dove into the cool water of the pool to hide my erection. When I had regained my composure, I got out and went inside. That night, I masturbated twice before I was able to go to sleep.
I didn’t get to see Kirsty much. Her family moved away shortly after that visit, and I really only got to see her about once a year, when her family came for a visit or my family went to visit hers. I tried to ignore my lust for her, and I did it succesfully for a couple of years.
It was during a visit to her family that our relationship changed. Kirsty was 15, and had developed into a gorgeous young lady. She was a bit of a hand full for her parents, but I always got on well with her, and she never misbehaved when I was around. Her tits were now quite large, 36D. her hair was long, resting halfway down her back, and she had the face of an angel.
One day, my wife Helen, Susan and Kirsty were on the beach and had been there most of the day, and it was starting to get late in the afternoon. Susan had been showing her body off to me as usual. Her usual method was to wait until I was looking in her direction, and she would stretch, or turn over, or a hundred other little things that seemed innocent but weren’t. It got me worked up as usual, and my cock got very hard.
About that time my wife and Susan decided they would go home. I was in no condition to leave, walking up the beach with a cock sticking out the front of my swim suit is not a good look, so I decided to stay a while longer. Kirsty asked her mum if she could stay too, and Susan agreed. I was lying on my stomach hiding my hard cock. I sat up to kiss my wife goodbye, and tried to hide my cock. I gave her a kiss and they left.
There weren’t too many people left on the beach, and as was usual we had got a spot away from the crowd anyway.
Kirsty positioned her towel next to mine and lay down on her stomach. She was wearing a bikini which was very skimpy, and she spread her legs. I watched as he bikini bottoms disappeared into her arse crack.
As they walked away, Kirsty said, “I saw mum teasing you.”
I said, “I don’t know what your talking about.”
She said, “Don’t play dumb with me, I saw your cock when you kissed Helen goodbye, mum did that to you, didn’t she?”
I didn’t know what to say. She continued, “Have you fucked mum before….is that why she teases you?”
Again I didn’t know what to say. I said, “Um, I…..uh….don’t think that’s any of your business.”
She said, “You have!! I knew it, mum is always saying how hot you are”
I said, “Kirsty, we shouldn’t be discussing this.”
She said, “Mick, don’t worry I won’t be telling Helen. But could you answer me just one question?”
I thought about it for a while, and I figured it couldn’t hurt. “Ok just one”, I said.
Kirsty said, “I always wondered whether you ever fantasized about me.”
I was stunned….what do I say? I said, “Where is this coming from?”
She said, “I see things. I see mum teasing you, I see perving on mum, and I see you looking at me the same way now. So answer me.”
I was skating on thin ice and I knew it. I had been presented an opportunity here, and I’d be a fool to pass up on it. On the other hand, I could be getting myself into a heap of shit here. I let my cock think for me and said, “Ok yeah, I have had the odd fantasy about you.”
She said, “Really? I have to admit I have fantasies about you too.”
I got hard again, and I wanted to know where this was going, so I said, “Ok what do we do about it?”
She said, “Well I think we should do want we want to do.” With that she turned over onto her back. She very suggestively brought her hands up under her tits, cupping them. Then she pinched her nipples, which stood straight up.
I said, ” Don’t you think that’s wrong, after all you are my niece.”
She said in a low voice, “If you don’t want me, just say so.”
I growled, “Of course I want you, but I tell you this, we do it all or we do nothing.”
She smiled and said, “I guess we’ll have to see what happens.”
She stood up then, got her towel and shook it. I had no idea what was going on, but she kept packing up. She said, “Its getting late, we better go.” And with that she started to leave. I got up very quickly and said angrily, “I am NOT going to be teased like this.”
Kirsty turned around, stepped up to me, pressed her body next to mine, grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers. With her only free hand, she reached down and felt my cock, rubbing it through my swim suit. As we started to kiss, I parted my lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I reached up and cupped her tits, pinching the nipples hard, making them stand out. She moaned, my tongue met hers, and we kissed like this for what seemed like ages before she broke it off. She said, “I am not teasing you, I want you badly, but if we don’t get home it’ll be sus…..besides this is a bit public, don’t you think?”
I had to agree. The whole thing conspired to have me at full mast again. Luckily there was nobody on the beach anymore, and as we walked home my cock softened enough not to be noticed.
That night we ate dinner and started watching a movie. Halfway through the movie, I got up to go for a drink, and found that Kirsty had followed me into the kitchen. She was wearing a satin nightie that barely covered her arse. I was wearing satin boxers and a t-shirt. As I was bending over to get a can of soft drink from the fridge, she came up behind me, and fondled my arse, reaching between my legs to feel my balls and cock. I gasped, not expecting that, but loving it all the same.
I instantly got hard, and Kirsty acknowledged that by groaning. She said, “Mick, I really need you tonight.”
I turned around to face her and not caring about being caught I took her into my arms and kissed her, moving my tongue into her mouth. She responded with her tongue and we stayed like that for a few minutes. I said, “ok, but we’ll have to wait until the others are asleep.”
We broke apart, and I returned with my drink, Kirsty calling out that she was going to bed.
After about an hour, the movie ended and we all went to bed. After 20 minutes later, my wife was asleep, so I got up and went to Susan’s bedroom, and heard her sleeping.
I then went to Kirsty’s room. When I went in. I saw her sleeping with just a sheet over her. I thought damn it, but I was too excited, and my cock needed to be buried in a pussy that night.
I went to the bed, and gently pulled the sheet back. Kirsty’s nightie had ridden up to expose her pussy. I was very surprised to find that she had been shaving her pussy, because she was completely bald. My cock stood to attention.
I knelt beside the bed and reached over to cup her pussy. She stirred but did not wake up. I then applied a bit of pressure to her thighs and they parted. This gave me access to my prize and I went for it. I moved my middle finger down and started to slide up and down her slit, and on every up stroke, I dipped in to her cunt to lubricate my finger. I smelt her musty pussy juice, and it was what I had hoped for.
Kirsty moaned softly, and spread her legs further apart, it just made it easier for me. With my other hand, I slipped up underneath her nightie, and started to fondle her tits, lightly pinching her nipples. With my hand under her nightie, it made it ride up exposing her stomach. I knew I had to taste her skin, and so I started to kiss her stomach, licking it, dipping my tongue into her belly button. I stopped sliding my finger up and down her slit, and found her clit, rubbing that hard and fast. Her pussy juice flowed out in buckets.
It was the final straw, and with all the stimulation, Kirsty woke. She groaned, “Oh fuck Mick, what are you doing to me?”
I said, “Just what you wanted me to.”
Just then Kirsty shuddered and cum, hard. After she stopped, she sat bolt upright, and that forced me to stop and sit back away from her. She then whipped her nightie off. She then said in a low voice, “My turn.”
With that, Kirsty stood me up, and pulled me boxers down. As she was doing that, I took my t-shirt off. She leaned in and engulfed my 6 inch cock. She was sucking as if it was going to be her last cock, and I was loving it. She was swirling her tongue around my cock head, and gently kneeding my balls. She did this for a few minutes, and then changed tactics. She started to deep throat me. I wasn’t going to last long, and I told her. She ignored me, and I felt my balls contract, and I knew I was going to cum in her mouth. I said, “Ohhh baby……I going to…..cum.”
Kirsty did something then that I would never have dreamed would happen to me. She dipped her middle finger into her pussy, finger fucking herself for a few moments, then she pulled it out, and reached through my legs, and drove her finger into my arse. Kirsty hit my prostrate on entry, and that pushed me over the edge. I spewed my load into her sweet mouth. It was as big a load as I can ever remember, and she swallowed the lot.
I laid on her bed beside her, and we cuddled. I said, “Fuck that was awesome, you were awesome.”
Kirsty said, laughing, “You know, I have never been woken like that, I think I like it.”
I started to get hard again, and I pulled her close and kissed her. As my tongue swirled around in her mouth, I tasted my cum, and it made me harder.
I kissed her face, and moved to her neck. I nibbled at it, and she groaned softly. I moved lower, and paused at her tits. I licked and sucked and nibbled her tits, which became erect like little cocks. I moved lower licking my way to her belly button, pausing there for some time, kissing and nibbling her stomach, before I went lower to her pussy.
Kirsty, by this time, was wriggling on the bed. When I got to her pussy, I licked up and down on the outside of her lips, teasing her by darting my tongue in every now and then. She started to beg me “Please fuck me, I need your cock……..please”
I wasn’t listening. I pushed my tongue deeper, licking up and down. My hands found their way to her nipples, pinching them as I licked. Kirsty grabbed my hair and pulled my head into her pussy. I then found her clit, and just licked it up and down, pressing my tongue hard against it.
It was too much for Kirsty, and she cum for the second time that night. As she cum, her pussy juice flooded into my mouth, and I drank her sweet nectar.
I then climbed up between her legs, positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and plunged in to the hilt, she started to moan loudly, and I covered her mouth with mine in a kiss, as much to stop the noise as it was to let her have a taste of her own cum.
I started fucking her hard, pulling my cock almost all the way out, with just my head inside her, and then plunging in as far as I could go. Kirsty lay there for the first few minutes just feeling the senstations, moaning softly, “ohh…..fuck me……ugghh…… shit I love this……do me Mick….fuck me…..” She then started to fuck me back, meeting my thrusts with her own. I started to fuck her hard, and she fucked me hard. I felt I could last forever, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I thought how lucky I was, fucking my beautiful niece. I fucked her like this for about 15 minutes. I felt her have 2 orgasms when her pussy clenched my cock, and then it was my turn.
Just before I was going to cum, Kirsty said, “…..oh shit……I’m……cummmmiiingggg….” And with that I felt her pussy convulse around my cock, and that made me tense drive as deep and I could get within her hot pussy, and then……..explode!!! I gave her 5 or 6 good squirts of cum deep inside her pussy, before collapsing on her and start an embrace.
I pulled out, and found I was still hard……I have never been hard immediately after cumming twice, but I was this time, probably cause I was still turned on by fucking my niece.
Kirsty said, “Your still hard?”
I said, “Yeah, and I know what to do with it….turn over baby.”
Kirsty turned over. and got on all fours. I came up behind her, and took hold of her hips, driving my still hard cock into her cum soaked pussy. I fucked her like this for a few minutes, and pulled out. She looked over her shoulder and said in a disappointed voice, “Mick why did you stop?”
I didn’t answer with words. I put my cock to her puckered arse, and thrust. As I had a good coating of her and my cum, my cock slid straight in. Kirsty grunted with pain, and said, “Stop it hurts.”
I said, “Give it time baby, it’ll be ok.”
I stayed still, my cock buried in her arse. I leaned over and took a hand full of her hair. With my other hand, I reached around and found her pussy, and started to run my finger up and down her slit, paying a lot of attention to her clit. Kirsty started to moan and that was my cue to start to fuck her arse.
I thrust in and out and the feeling was incredible…..she was so tight. Even though I had cum twice already, the sensations were so incredible I wasn’t going to last long. Kirsty didn’t last long at all either. All of a sudden she started moaning loudly, “ohhhh……fuck…… me……I’m cummiiinnggggg……”
With that she cum, her arse clenching around my cock so hard I thought it would break off…….she flooded my hand with cum, and she went limp.
It was too much for me………..when Kirsty’s arse clenched, I thrust deep, and spewed my cum into her bowels. I also went limp, and we collapsed onto her bed, as my cock popped out of her arse.
We embraced and kissed for about an hour after that. Kirsty said after a while, “You better get back to bed.” Reluctantly I agreed, and so I got up and left, slipping back into bed without my wife knowing I’d left.
The next day, Susan caught me alone and said, “Did you hear anything last night?”
I said, “Like what?”
She said, “Like moaning….coming from Kirsty’s room”
I felt a little uncomfortable, and said, “No. Was there a problem, is she alright?”
She looked funnily at me and said, “She’s OK. By the way, we need to talk later.”
I now felt she knew something. I said, “Why not now?”
She said, “Wait till Helen goes to the beach, we’ll hang back and then we’ll have a talk, OK?”
I didn’t think it was ok, but had no choice. I tried to sound normal when I said, “OK, can’t wait.”
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May not be the best ideas, but i guarentee they’ll make your trips to the toilet more interesting.
Arnie felt her pussy clamping around his cock like a vice grip as it began milking him hard. Oh God Gloria knew how to fuck! He leaned down, took a nipple into his mouth, and began sucking and biting it. Then the wheels in his mind begin moving in hyper drive and Arnie stopped abruptly and asked, “Do you have any black male friends online that would do a MFM threesome?”
Things get back to normal after the honeymoon.
My younger siser wanted revenge on her cheating boyfriend.
Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part at an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic which aims to recondition her to enjoy hetero sex….
Andrea and I take our experiences to Oak Ridge Park
A big thanks to everyone who has sent in feedback so far, which is always welcome.
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The next two days, which were a Thursday and Friday, followed a very similar routine to the first day of mom helping measuring my cum.
Mom would take one specimen first thing when I got home, coming into my bathroom after I showered, whilst I stood naked in the bath. The other two times each evening, she would wank me off into the semen beaker whilst I lay on my bed.
Mom would take her bra off during our ‘sessions’ in the bathroom. Even better, she had also got into the habit of removing it and showing me her boobs whilst she wanked me off on the bed. I had requested this during one of our earlier sessions on the bed, although we hadn’t started off that way, and she seemed to be happy to continue with that extra bit of stimulation for me. It was incredibly exciting for me, watching her boobs jiggle and wobble whilst she wanked me off. She would let me touch them lightly, but only for a moment or two, until I became rock hard and virtually ready to cum straight away.
Just a few other things worth mentioning about our sessions, as the week had gone on.
Firstly, when mom came in to wank me off in the bathroom, she would always insist on ‘making sure I was clean’, as she would put it, even though she knew I would only call her in after I’d soaped and rinsed myself all over. She would rinse my dick and balls, taking the showerhead in one hand and spraying warm water over me whilst she stroked my cock, which would be hard or semi-hard by then, and then move on to my balls. After that, she would ask me to turn around so she could rinse my butt. Now, I don’t know for sure why she asked me to do that, because she didn’t need to do it for wanking me off, but I would comply, and she would always rub my buttocks up and down well, getting a good feel of them. I was sure she was doing that on purpose, because she enjoyed it, but I never said anything. It kind of turned me on to know she might be getting some pleasure out of it, if my suspicions were correct.
Secondly, when she would wank me off on the bed, although she always wore panties which were large enough to cover her pussy well, she would push the fabric at the back of those into her butt crack, so as to expose more of the flesh of her ass cheeks. Again, I used to find this extremely arousing. It got me thinking that, as she was doing this anyway, perhaps I could suggest she wear something like a thong, or g-string which would have the same visual effect, in a better way, but I hadn’t felt confident enough to say that so far. In any case, I didn’t know if she owned anything like that, or had worn such an item, even for when dad had been around.
Another thing was that, as the week had gone on, she seemed to have become much more relaxed about the whole thing. Originally, when Dr. Taylor had suggested mom help me get samples of my semen for accuracy in collection, she had been a bit twitchy and reluctant. But as each day went by, she became a bit more easy going with me. And not just about doing that, but also in our day-to-day conversations and how she behaved at home. She had become a bit less moody and temperamental. Also, she seemed to be wearing a bit more make-up around the house, and her hair seemed better kept, which I’d never noticed before.
She seemed to be changing. Maybe it was just a co-incidence and nothing to do with our cum measuring sessions. Or maybe it was.
As mom’s mood improved, I had also kept on thinking about how I might be able to push things a bit more in our sessions. I had become much less self-conscious about my body and being nude in front of her, and her seeing my erect dick. I desperately wanted to suck on her nipples and tits and kiss that wonderful backside of her’s. But I just couldn’t hink of a way to suggest that. And I didn’t want to push things too far, too quickly, just in case it all went wrong.
Although I had an inkling that mom might be getting some kind of secret sexual gratification out of our sessions, I couldn’t be sure, and didn’t want to ruin things in case she got angry with me, and stopped the whole thing. So I decided not to push it. I was still enjoying our sessions anyway. After all, how many son’s get the chance to actually see their mom semi nude, topless, wearing only panties, and feel up her tits and ass whilst she wanked them off! I should be grateful for what I was getting!
It still bothered me, though, why I had the ache in my balls everyday, until I had cum several times, and only then felt normal by the end of the day. I guess Dr Taylor would let us know after she had all the results. Mom had been keeping a daily note of how much cum I had been producing, noting down the measurements from the lines on the sides of the semen beaker, after each of our sessions. From what I remembered, Dr Taylor had said she would let us know the results of the blood tests early next week.
During our last session on Friday evening, after I had cum, but before saying goodnight mom said “We’ll have more time over the weekend,” kissed me on the cheek as she normally did, and went off to bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I kept on thinking what she had meant by that. Time would only tell!
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As I awoke next morning, sleepily, I looked at the lock radio on the bedside cabinet. It was 8.00 am. Feeling my semi hard-on, I realised mom hadn’t come in like she had been doing the last few mornings. Then I remembered it was Saturday. She must be having a lie in, like she normally did on weekends.
I turned over, nuzzled my face into the pillows, pulled my duvet up so it covered my face and curled back into the warmth and comfort of my bed. It was the best part of waking up on weekend mornings, nuzzling back into bed after just waking up.
I think I must have drifted off to another gentle sleep for a while. The next thing I knew, something was touching my arm and I heard my name.
“Jacob, come on sleepy head.”
I turned, opened my eyes and saw mom standing over me in her dressing gown and holding a mug in one hand.
“Morning, young man,” she said with a smile.
“Morning, mom,” I replied, smiling back.
“I’ve bought you some tea. As it’s the weekend, I thought we could do our first session in the bathroom whilst you shower.”
“Ok, mom” I replied. “Thanks for the tea” I added, sitting up and taking it from her hand. It had been ages since she had bought me tea in bed. Maybe this was sign of a good day to come.
She sat down on the bed next to me. “I’m going shopping after breakfast, so I’ll be out until about mid afternoon. What are you doing today?”
I hadn’t got anything planned so I said “Not much. I might go out later and meet up a few friends, but that won’t be till late afternoon, if I manage to get hold of someone on the phone. Why?”
“Oh, I just wanted to plan our sessions for today,” she said, looking at me hard in the eyes. “As I’ve got a bit more time over the weekend, it just makes it easier time-wise.”
Like last night, I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but my dick was stirring under the duvet.
“And I just wanted to have a talk with you about how you were feeling now, and if your condition has improved any? Be honest with me now.”
“Well,” I said hesitating a little, “I still have these aches..er.. you know…in my ba…I mean testicles,” I said.
“It’s ok, you can call them your balls,” said mom, picking up on my stammer. “I don’t mind if you use normal slang words for our body parts — I did mention that to you before,” said mom reassuringly.
My dick stirred again.
“In my balls I mean,” I said, going along with her.
“And do you still feel better after cuming several times by the end of the day?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well, let’s see what news Dr Taylor will give us this week. You know she is going to let us have your blood tests results on Monday or Tuesday, don’t you?”
“Yes, mom,” I said. “I remembered this morning about that.”
“Good,” she replied. “Lets see if we can get some more samples this weekend then, and make you feel a little better,” she added, with a slight look of concern, but smiling reassuringly too. “I’m sorry I had a go at you earlier in the week about not believing you.”
“That’s ok mom,” I replied, a little surprised and touched by her sudden apology.
“Call me when you are in the shower. I just need to do something downstairs in the meantime.”
“Ok, mom” I said. “Thanks.”
Mom got up and left the room. I couldn’t help watching her ass sway under her dressing gown as she walked away.
I sipped on my tea for a while and thought about what mom had said. She seemed quite concerned and keen to help me. It was nice to see her like that. Being the way she was normally — which was quite temperamental and moody, and not expressing much love to me, it kind of mellowed my heart a bit to see her apparent warmth and concern. Her mood certainly had improved during the course of the week.
I did have a problem of sorts, and I hoped the doctor would let us know if there was anything to be really concerned about, or whether this was just one of those ‘growing up phases around puberty’ that she had mentioned it might be. But also, out of all this, I was getting some real sexual turn on and relief. Ok, so my balls ached a bit at times and I needed to spurt out a lot of cum, but, hey, I was really enjoying doing it by the way mom was helping me!
My dick stirred again. I wondered for a moment what mom had really meant about ‘having more time’ over the weekend. I looked over at the clock. It was 9.30 am. I decided to shower. I was dying to see mom’s body again.
I gave myself an extra good clean all over and then shouted down to mom.
My dick was already a little hard thinking about what was to come. By now, I was much more comfortable about her seeing me nude as well as my hard on in all its glory, so I just stood there, wiping my face with the towel and rubbing my hair dry. I knew there was no point in drying the rest of my body, as mom seemed to insist on rinsing my cock and butt whenever we had a session in the bathroom.
I heard her come up the stairs and walk into my bedroom towards the en-suite bathroom.
She knocked on the door like she normally did.
“Ok, hon?” she said, from the other side of the bathroom door, which was only a few inches ajar.
“Yea, come in mom,” I said, in a happy tone.
Mom came in. She was still wearing her dressing gown, which was one of those made of towelling fabric, with a belt tied by a knot in the middle. She was holding the semen-measuring beaker in one hand as usual.
She looked at me, and then down at my dick, which was semi hard as usual at this time in the proceedings.
She licked her lips again. She had done this a few times, and I was certain she was not aware she was doing it.
“As I mentioned earlier, ” she said looking at me, “I’ve got more time over the weekend, and as I haven’t showered yet, I thought we could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, if I joined you in the shower. I can take your sample and shower off as well. And we’ll save a bit on the hot water.”
I stood in silence looking at her, trying to take in what she had just said.
Then, she undid her robe, pulling on the belt so it untied and fell loose, pulled it off over her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. It was only when it had dropped down fully, that I saw she was completely nude, as my eyes dropped to her crotch area and saw the hairs on her pussy. Fuck!
I blushed, like I never had before. A deep red streak must have shot along my neck and cheeks.
Mom had not looked at me whilst she took off her robe, and in a ‘matter of fact’ way she said, “You’ve seen me half naked anyway over the past few days, so I guess, it doesn’t really matter if you see me completely nude. Naturists do it all the time. Move along a bit.”
She waved her forefinger at me to move towards the tap end of the bath. As I did so, she held the semen beaker in one hand, and with her large hanging tits rolling freely from side to side, she lifted one leg up and over into the bath, followed by the other, and stood in front of me in the bath, completely naked.
As you might imagine, by now my dick was raging up. I looked at mom’s wonderful boobs momentarily, and then my eyes automatically went down to her pubes again. I could see a neatly trimmed patch of hairs covering her pussy!
She saw my straining cock and said, “Well, at least you are well and truly ready for your morning session.”
I gulped.
All this had left me truly speechless so far, but trying to compose myself, I said, in a hesitating, high-pitched voice after clearing my throat a little, “Yea, mom, I think I’m ready.” It was all I could think of!
“Grab the showerhead for me will you,” she said. I turned around and pulled the detachable showerhead off the wall bracket, switched the water on, and turned back around, handing it to mom as I faced her.
My dick was sticking out rock hard in front of me. I was dying to cum.
“Let me give you a quick rinse,” she said. And with that, she sprayed the water over my straining prick, running her free hand along the shaft, and then moved down to my balls, cupping and feeling them as she did so.
“Turn around,” she said.
I did a quick u-turn and faced the tap end wall.
I felt her spray my back and then my buttocks.
“Hand me the shower gel will you dear,” she said. I’d never heard her ask for that before, as she would normally only rinse me off, but I picked up the bottle and moved my hand backwards, passing it to her without turning around.
Momentarily, I heard her let the showerhead fall down into the bath with the spray still coming out, and then she said, “I do like you to be especially clean all over, so I’m just going to rub some of this shower gel along your butt crack towards your balls. Bend forward for me a little.”
I couldn’t believe my ears! I turned my head to one side as if to turn around and mom said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. It’s not as if I haven’t done this before young man. Who cleaned your butt crack when you were much younger?”
Jesus, I couldn’t quite believe what mom had just said, but I complied with her instructions.
I felt her run a finger along my ass-crack, making me flinch a little as she ran over my asshole and then touch my balls, rubbing some shower gel along there.
Then, I felt her rub my buttocks up and down, giving them a good feel.
Finally, she grabbed the showerhead again, spraying my butt and up between my ass cheeks, rinsing me off under there.
“There, that’s better,” she said after a minute or two of rinsing me off.
“Turn off the water and turn around now,” she continued.
I did so, and she looked down at my raging hard-on jerking up at her.
“It will be easier to take the sample if I kneel down in front of you,” she said. Then to my further amazement, she knelt down in the bath so that her face was virtually level with my dick and balls, and started stroking it. I could almost feel her breath on my piss-slit, it was so close to her lips. God, I felt like sticking it in her mouth there and then, but controlled myself!
Her right hand wrapped my dick firmly as she pumped me. As I looked down, I saw her glorious boobs wobble and jiggle as she did so. Fuck! What an amazing sight!
After all that had happened so far, and seeing mom knelt down in front of me, naked and pumping my hard cock for she was worth, I felt the spunk rise in my balls and let her know as normal.
“I’m gonna cum, quick, mom,” I said.
She grabbed the semen beaker, which she had placed in the bath next to her, with her free hand and positioned it so the tip of my prick was pointing into it, and with her other hand continued pulling on my cock, hard and fast.
“Uh..Uh…Ohhhhhhhhhh,” I said out loud as I came. My eyes closed, but I could feel thick wads of creamy white spunk spurting into the semen beaker.
As usual, mom milked every last drop from me, until I went limp. I opened my eyes and I saw her wipe the tips of her fingers into the beaker as normal, making sure she got every last bit.
I was on a real high and sat down on the edge of the bath to compose myself.
“Feeling better?” mom asked questioningly, holding up the semen beaker for me to see. “Look at that.”
I looked up and saw the beaker was almost a third full, which seemed a lot, considering the size of it. I’d kind of got used it by now.
“Yea, that was really good mom,” I said truthfully. “I do feel much better now.”
“Good,” she said, placing the beaker on a glass shelf above the end of the bath.
“Now, I’m going to use your bathroom to shower as I said before, whilst I’m here, but before you go, there’s something you can do for me.”
“Ok,” I said, hesitatingly, not sure what to expect.
“At my age, it’s getting harder to reach all my body parts, so just soap up my back for me, and then you can go. That will be helpful.”
“Sure, mom,” I said, pleased to be able to help her in some way. I stood up again in the bath. As we were standing, I was still at the tap end.
Mom said, “I’d need to swap places with you to be near the shower end. You don’t have to get out, I think we can just squeeze past each other in here.”
My bath was a fairly large one, but two people could not stand side by side in the width part without touching each other, but there was just enough room to get by. As mom moved herself so she was sliding along, facing me, I did the same, facing her, and our bodies touched. Her boobs squeezed along my chest and I felt her nipples rub into me. Even more tantalisingly, as I held her shoulders for support, because we were about the same height, my pubic area and cock, which was still limp, brushed across her pussy mound! Fuck!
She did not say anything and neither did I, but as she turned so as to face away from me towards the shower, I felt the blood rush to my prick. I was still not quite erect, but the effect of the manoeuvre we had just performed, and touching her pussy area with my dick, had been like an electric current through me.
In all our activity in the bath so far, I had not managed to see mom’s fully naked ass clearly due to our positions. Although I was now standing behind her, I still could not see it ‘full on’ as I was not at, or near, eye level, with it. I looked down and saw the milky white globes of her buttocks as they arched outwards and curved back towards her thighs. Her ass was large, but not too big, and it still retained a good round shape and form with taught skin. It looked fucking hot as I looked down! Despite the fact I had cum just a moment ago, my dick started to get slightly hard again, although mom could not see that, as she had her back to me.
I grabbed the shower gel and started rubbing it on and around mom’s back in wide swirling motion. I moved from her shoulder blades, to the centre of her back, and down to the tops of her buttocks. I was hoping my increasing hard on would go back down, but, as I moved my hands to mom’s lower back, I just couldn’t help let the tips of my fingers slide over the top part of her buttocks, and that just made my cock spring up a touch more, although it was not quite a semi hard-on yet.
Mom had not objected when I touched the flesh over the top of her buttocks.
I moved my hands back up to her shoulders and lathered in the soap a bit more, almost as if was massaging her shoulders and upper back area.
“Oh, that feels good,” said mom in a grateful tone. I felt her relax her shoulder blades down as I did so.
Feeling encouraged by this, I carried on massaging the soap into her back. Then, I decided to take another chance. As the tips of my fingers went to her lower back and reached the tops of her buttocks again, I let both my palms slide gently over each butt cheek, one in each hand, as I rubbed soap into the deep, thick flesh there. I was careful not to let my fingers go anywhere near her butt crack, as that would probably have been going too far.
Mom did not make any disapproving remarks as I did this. So as not to seem like I was lingering on her ass, but just making sure I was soaping her up properly, I slid my hands slowly up again, onto her back.
Then I repeated the whole thing, massaging her back and lathering in the shower gel, and finally again sliding my hands down over her ass cheeks, this time cupping a full deep handful as I squeezed the flesh there whilst rubbing the soap in.
Although mom had not said anything so far about my soaping up her ass ‘unasked’, the net effect of all this was that my dick had just raged up again. Mom could not see it, but I was fully hard again now, and desperately thinking what to say, and trying to avoid touching mom’s ass with the tip of my dick, by moving back a few inches!
Then, quite unexpectedly mom bent forward a little to pick up a sponge and as she did so, the centre of her butt crack went over the tip of my stiff prick, going into it a little way.
“Oops, ….was that your finger?” she said, as she straightened up suddenly.
“Er…no…mom,” I said hesitatingly. “Er.., I’m sorry but I think soaping you up has made me hard again,” I added. There was no hiding it now.
Mom turned around at saw my hard-on, sticking right up towards her.
“Goodness me” she said, “How did that happen so quick? You’ve only just cum!”
“Er…well…I think it was seeing your ass mom,” I said, deciding to be completely honest. There was no point in hiding what was happening.
“You only just rubbed some soap in,” she said, almost aghast.
“Well…er…mom,” I said hesitating again, “It’s just that I…er..I find your body really arousing and …well…especially your ass.”
“Well, really,” said mom in a tone that treated what I had said as childish, like I was a kid who didn’t know any better.
“This will never do. We’ll have to get this childish, teenage, sexual excitement worked out of you, so we can collect your samples in a more adult way!” she continued, a bit more sternly.
I looked at her slightly confused, not knowing quite what she meant, with my dick still poking out towards her.
“I know I need to stimulate you to get your samples, but this is ridiculous!” She looked at me hard in the eye.
“Well, I guess you need to cum again?”
“Yes, I think so,” I said. “But, although I’m hard, I think I need more stimulation to get the cum out as it is so soon.”
“It’s not stimulation you need, I think. More like sex, young man,” she replied. “What are we to do with you, young man?” she continued, a little exasperated, and again in a tone like she was dealing with a naughty child, but not really sounding too annoyed
“Err….,” I said, turning red in the face and completely confused now at what to do or say at her remarks.
“Never mind,” said mom, seeing my confused, helpless state. “Ok, well first hand me the semen beaker,” she continued.
I turned around and picked up the beaker from the shelf. It still had my cum in it from the previous time.
Turning back around, I handed it to mom. I had become a little soft again due to mom’s rather brisk exchange of words.
Mom noticed and said, “It’s gone soft again. Are you sure you need to cum?”
“I am,” I said, feeling a slight ache.
With a bit of a sigh, mom said, “Ok, then, you might as well touch my ass again as you find it so interesting, and then we can get this over with, so I can finish my shower. Just tell me when you are ready to cum so I can get the beaker into position.
Holding the semen beaker in one hand, mom turned around, showing me her back and ass again. Then, as if to offer her ass to me better, she bent forward just a little, placing her free hand on the tiled wall in front of her for support.
I started cupping and feeling mom’s still soaped up, wonderful, large buttocks again. The feel and sight of her glorious ass was extremely arousing, and in no time my dick was fully hard again, sticking out towards her butt cheeks.
I felt an instinctive desire to ram my cock along her butt crack and up into her pussy, but I knew that was completely out of the question.
Instead, I thought of something else quickly. “Mom, would you mind if I just slapped your butt cheeks with the cock a little. That would be really helpful, and I’m sure I’ll be ready to cum quick then.
“Oh, go on then,” replied mom, in a tone that sounded like she was saying ‘let’s get this over with’. “But mind you don’t stick it into my ass crack.”
With my lust raging now, mom’s words were music to my ears, and I took hold of my prick with my right hand and slapped mom’s buttocks a few times with the tip of my dick, and rubbed the piss-slit over the flesh of her ass cheeks, wiping my pre-cum on her.
“Oh, that feels good mom,” I said savouring the feel of her ass flesh on my stretched cock-head, and seeing the way each buttock rippled and indented with each movement.
“I felt the cum rise in my calls after a just a few moments of doing this, and knowing I could not last anymore I said, “Ok, mom, get the beaker ready.”
Mom whipped herself around quickly, knelt down, and seeing I was holding my prick already so she needn’t use her own hand, positioned it so the head of my prick went into the beaker. I wanked myself off into it as she held it correctly in position, watching me spurt my thick, creamy cum.
“Uooooohhh……,” I grunted, loudly than ever before, as I came. I hadn’t wanked myself in front of mom before, and just doing that added to the excitement of the moment as well.
She held the beaker in place whilst I pumped myself for as long as I could, until the cum waves stopped.
Mom stood up after I had finished and looked in the beaker again.
“This is amazing,” she said looking at it. “It’s just over half full now.”
I had sat down on the edge of the bath, as I’d become slightly light headed. As I recovered and looked up at the beaker, I saw what mom meant. It looked like I’d produced almost the same amount of cum as a few minutes ago, and so soon!
All I knew was that I felt much better, and the ache in my balls had eased up.
“Satisfied for now young man?” said mom looking down at me, and in a tone a bit like she was talking to a kid.
“Er…yea mom, thanks,” I replied, and actually feeling a bit like child who had wanted to play with a toy.
“Give yourself a quick rinse and then go and get dressed, and leave me to finish my shower,” she said, handing me the showerhead and turning the water on.
I gave myself a quick wash and stepped out of the bathtub.
“I think we need to get as much cum out of you as possible, Jacob,” said mom, in a stern, business like manner, as she stood naked in the bath looking at me, whilst I dried myself off, “So that Dr Taylor knows exactly how much you are producing. I think we should modify the frequency of our sessions a bit just to see just how much we can get. I’ll have to think about how we should proceed, and,” she paused for a moment, “How to deal with your now obvious sexual desires towards my body.” And with that, before I had the chance to say anything, she drew the shower curtain across firmly and turned on the shower.
Not quite understanding what she had just said, I walked back into my bedroom and lay down on the bed, still naked, and closed my eyes. I was still half in a daze from the high of my orgasm and seeing mom completely nude for the first time. Fuck! That had been amazing!
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Sean wrapped up at work early. It was a blistering hot and sunny spring day and he couldn’t concentrate, all he thought about was Tracy. He was a small-town boy from the mountains in the Southwest and had never been exposed to anyone like her. On the way home, he stopped at Walgreen’s to pick up some bathroom supplies and beer and found some other cool stuff, too. Getting back into his truck, he cracked open a beer and pulled out of the parking lot, his mind on Tracy again, the blow job she had given him. She was so sexy, so. . . What was she? Why was he fascinated with her?
His house was dark and quite; he wondered if Tracy was still around. He put his beer in the fridge, after grabbing a fresh one. His back door was open, and when he looked out back, he saw Tracy. She was sitting right outside the door on his porch in one of his lawn chairs, wearing a skimpy white bikini, and his headphones. She was all oily and she looked asleep. Taking a long swig of his beer, he wandered back to his fridge and grabbed another, and then walked out to the edge of the porch and sat down by Tracy, admiring her young body, noticing her funky tan lines were already disappearing. A little sweat had pooled in her little belly button and Sean was tempted to stick his finger inside it and splash it all out. She smelled like a little coconut. When he spoke, she jumped a bit, startled.
“Hey,” Sean said, smiling at her, realizing how glad he was to find her still here. She returned his smile, removing the headphones and twisting to face him.
“Hey yourself Grass Boy, how was work?” She asked. “I love the headphones. I found this chair in your garage, next to your box of porn.” She gave him a devilish wink. Sean watched her eyes travel over him finally resting on his hair. She sighed and shook her head. “Looks like you were outside all day, did you get hot? I slept most of the day, just got up a little while ago. Hey Sean? How come coffee smells so good, huh? But tastes so bad?” Sean shook his head, not really knowing how to answer that, or which question to answer. She laughed at him while her fingers traced little circles around her belly button.
He did the best he could trying to answer her questions, while his eyes took in her youthful allure. He offered to make her some dinner and openly wondered what she liked to eat. She interrupted him.
“Tacos!” she cried. “I’m making us tacos. I got all the stuff from the store already. Went this morning. You needed some cleaning stuff. I did your bathroom.”
“Did what, Little Coconut?”
“Cleaned it.” She stated. “It was nasty bad.” As she talked, her gaze often drifted to his hair, making Sean self-conscience. “I have an idea though. What would you think, or, well, would you like me to give you a haircut? Hm?” Sean pondered that. He needed a haircut, and she had claimed to have practiced on her dad. What could it hurt? He wasn’t certain though.
“Ok, but . . .” he stammered.
“Ok . . . Ok . . . Go change; put on your shorts and take off your shirt and hurry back!” Tracy ordered, spewing out the words fast with obvious excitement. Before Sean’s head had time to catch up with Tracy’s game plan, he was dubiously sitting in the lawn chair, wearing only swim trunks. Finishing his third beer, he watched Tracy’s scantily clad ass appreciatively as she ran indoors.
The volume of the stereo was increased, music drifting outside from his favorite Latin guitar CD. She returned with a fresh can of beer, placed it between his legs, before unzipping a small leather pouch and removing scissors and a comb.
Tracy stood in front of him glistening and grinning so wide Sean thought she might swallow her ears. She held up her little scissors, opening and closing them menacingly, grinning and wiggling gleefully. Sean smiled uneasily, trepidation knotting his stomach, and Tracy’s grin grew broader. She looked so sexy, oily, nicely tan, youthfully thin, it made Sean laugh, glad he could so easily make her happy, but he felt a little trepidation, the way she held her scissors, so ready to lop off his hair.
Tracy approached him, spread her legs and straddled his knees. With the comb in her mouth, scissors slipped over her thin fingers, she measured his bangs with her fingers, as he watched a drop of sweat form a bead and trickle down her tummy, as she came closer, her inner thighs pressing into his outer thighs. She sat down on his lap. Combing his bangs down once more, she began to cut his hair.
When some hair fell into his lap, Sean saw she wasn’t cutting much. She was going slowly, taking her time and running her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. Sean’s mind drifted off with the beautiful Latin music. Sipping his cold beer, his eyes lingered on the young oily body sitting on his lap. He grew very relaxed, when she stood, her body swaying slightly with the music.
Tracy worked slowly as he watched her hips move rhythmically with the beautiful music, feeling her hands run through his hair. He imagined putting his hands on her waist, feeling her move. But instead he took a sip of his beer and watched her belly button dance for him, wishing he could kiss it, taste it with his tongue. As her fingers ran through his hair, he watched the sun reflect off her oily ribs, as they moved back and forth under her soft skin. His eyes found her breasts, hardly covered by the tiny bikini . Between them, small beads of perspiration rested on her slick skin. She ran her fingers through his hair again feeling nice. His head rolled back until he was staring straight up into the sky.
She sat on his lap, pulled his head forward and looked into his eyes. She spoke to him.
“You ok, baby?” Sean returned to his senses. He focused in on her eyes. He smiled at her. She smiled back. “You were breathing like you were asleep for a few minutes there.” She said examining his eyes. “Then your neck went limp when I ran my fingers through your hair to measure it.”
“I was really relaxed there for a moment Tracy. Watching your body, the music, the feel of your fingers in my hair,” he explained. She smiled. “The beer. Mm.”
“Alright, sounds nice, Sean.” She let go of head while looking into his eyes. “You’re ok for more beer.” She handed him his can; he took a long swig. “I love this music Sean. I don’t think I ever heard anything like it.” She stood next to him now. He felt her lean against his shoulder, getting him a bit oily. He wished he could turn his head and watch her. “I need to buy electric clippers,” Tracy reflected. Tracy began to sway again. “I can’t sit still like you are listening to this music.” Good thing! She circled around behind him, and began working on the other side. He turned to look at her. She grabbed his head and twisted it forward roughly.
She spent another half-hour cutting his hair as she circled around and around him, her body driving him nuts. Sean found it to be a pleasant torture. Finally she sat on his lap again, admiring her handy work. Her eyes drifted down from his hair and found his. Her eyes became serious and she spoke softly to Sean.
“I’ll work on your hair more tomorrow or the next day, is that ok?” He nodded to her, looking forward to it. “It looks nice, I think.” she claimed, looking at him. “A lot better than it did, Lawn Boy! I’m going to work on dinner a bit and then clean up out here. Why don’t you go take a nap?”
Sean shook his head. No. He set his large hands on her waist, her skin felt warm and soft and oily. He caressed her with his thumbs as his eyes wandered her body. Tracy sighed as his hands fondled her, and her hand fell to his lap, feeling his rock-hard erection. She gave it a squeeze.
“I’ve been thinking about your big cock all day,” Tracy admitted, rising from his lap and standing in front of the chair, between his legs. She reached behind her and untied her bikini top, holding onto it, slowly removing it. Sean loved looking at her small pert breasts as she exposed them, her hard nipples. It seemed her skin strained to hold her swelling boobs. He wanted to get a security fence, a tall one, so she could lay in his backyard and sun topless. She looked so young standing in front of him in just her bikini bottoms, so small and innocent. She seemed to be very comfortable, relaxed. Tracy bent down and took his half full beer, enjoying a swig before she tossed the can aside and reached for his swim trunks, tugging at them, pulling them off and tossing them aside too, freeing Sean’s erection.
Sean couldn’t help but to begin fondling himself, as he stared at the young teen. Tracy smiled at him, watching him play with himself, and slowly stepped out of her bikini bottoms. She stood motionless for nearly a minute watching him watch her, her finger traveling to her mouth, biting on the end softly. Slowly, Tracy’s other hand fell, moved between her legs and she began to touch herself too, swaying and her fingers sliding between her prominent pussy lips.
“I bought you a razor,” Sean croaked. “A little pink one…” Tracy’s knees buckled a bit.
“Oh. . .” She moaned. “That’s so. . .Oh . . . Thoughtful.” She slowly slid one leg over Sean’s and then the other, and sat slowly on his lap, as he quickly reached for her again, pulling her close. Inches apart, there eyes met and their mouths opened, lips moist, her breasts brushed across his chest, her hand fell to his lap, feeling him lightly, tickling him. Her oily skin was delightful to feel as his hand traveled up her back, under her hair to her neck. Sean pulled her gently closer, finding her lips and kissing her. Young Tracy eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing into his mouth, her hips sliding across his lap, closer. Sean was unable to recall when he had last felt so urgently excited, in such dire need, while his hand felt along her inner thighs, finally touching her young pussy, finding it very soft and puffy, and already soaking wet.
“I’m ready, Sean, ready. . . please.” Sean was too, he knew, struggling to grip her oily body firmly and lift her up onto his cock. She helped, urgently wiggling and climbing up his body until her pussy rested above his dripping cock. She fell, he held her, and they mated, slowly yet urgently, he entered her. She was so warm and tight, Sean didn’t imagine he would fit. But as her wetness quickly coated him, her bouncing lifting her up and down, she began to sink further and further down his erection.
“Oh god yes, Sean. Oh yes.” Sean took a nipple into his mouth, nibbled it and tongued it, and sucked her small breast further into his mouth as she tightened her grip around his neck. Sean hardly moved at all as she rode him, groaning and purring, her pussy feeling wonderful squeezing him and massaging him, her sounds exciting him, the feel of her warm skin amazing him. The feel of her muscles working to lift and lower her felt so small under his hands as they traveled and roamed her, exploring. Soon she sat on his lap, having taken him all the way inside her.
“This cock of yours,” she groaned. “Feels so. . . touches me so. . . spreads me so. . .”
She leaned forward and bit his lower lip, growling as she rotated and ground her hips into him, his cock probing and poking inside of her, causing her to shiver and shake with delight. Her movements began to acquire some urgency as she worked more feverishly to use his cock to seemingly scratch an itch deep inside of her. “Oh yes… oh fuck yes!” she squealed, her finger nails digging into his shoulders painfully.
“Goddamn! Oh Fuck yes,” she hollered, her hips now bucking frantically, her pussy rubbing against his pubic bone, his cock buried deep inside her, traveling around and around in her as she twisted and bucked in his lap. “Ug, oh… yes,” she moaned before falling into his chest, her breath coming hard and fast. Sean watched it all, the way she moved, her expression, her hair, her skin, her eyes, her breasts, and she excited him greatly. She sat motionless on his lap for a long minute, while gently biting and nibbling on his strong shoulders, moaning and sighing. “That felt so good… I came pretty hard, so fast, it seemed.”
Sean just held her, enjoying being buried in her tight warmth, proud of having helped please her. She took her head off his shoulder and held his face while looking into his eyes.
“I’m gonna ride you now, and I think you’ll like it.” She claimed. And she did, her strong legs lifted her nearly off of him as she began to ride him. Sean held his hands under her little tight ass and lifted her up and down, helping her work as she slid up and down his cock, her pussy working miracles on him, her breasts dancing in front of his eyes, her body growing slicker with exertion. “Oh I can feel every fucking vein on your cock, Sean, Oh!” She rode him like a mad cowgirl, up and down, slick and slippery, tight and warm.
“You like that baby? You like my teen pussy riding up and down your big ole cock?” she cooed, her head rocking side to side. “My pussy feels good, huh? I bet it does, I bet it’s tight. I know it’s wet, it’s so happy to be stuffed full of your cock!” She bit him on the lip again, giggled a bit, her pace managing to speed up a little more. “Oh fuck, you’re big, that’s a fucking killer fucking cock, oh yes it is…” She was exciting Sean greatly with her talk, her naughty talking, she was a bad girl. He moaned, feeling his balls tingle, his brain sparked.
“Tracy. . .” She rode him now urgently, holding on to his face, looking closely into eyes.
“Oh Sean, you like this. . . It makes you feel good, hm? You gonna come for me, Sean?” she asked. “I can’t let you come inside me Sean, oh no . Sean you can not come inside me.”
“Oh god, Tracy.”
“Coming baby?”
“Yes Little Coconut, really soon.”
I’m gonna swallow every drop, Sean, suck it all down, all down.” Tracy hopped up and quickly had her lips sealed around the head of his cock, sucking very lightly as she used both little hands to jerk him off.
“Yeah, keep going. . . like that.” Sean pleaded. “Like that, oh yes . . .” He began to pump his sperm into her mouth, long full spurts of it as Tracy tried to swallow it fast enough. She did a pretty good job sucking all the sperm out of him, Sean thought, relaxing finally in his chair, drained. The sun had beaten on him all day, after a poor night’s sleep. Four beers and a world-class fucking and sucking seemed to have shut down his mind and body.
“Good boy!” Sean slumped in his chair. Feeling a little drunk, he saw the sun sink behind his shed, where he had watched Tracy give several men blow jobs, his mind whirled in confusion and affection. Tracy must have sensed his state.
“Nap time Sean, you look real tired,” she pointed out with a bit of sympathy. He felt tired and drunk, and very loose, relaxed. “I know I ruined your sleep last night.”
“I got you bubble bath and an air conditioner,” Sean responded drunkenly as she helped him up from his chair. “Err, I mean hair…”
“Come on Sean, watch your step,” She said, leading him inside and to his dark bedroom.
When Sean woke up, he smelled taco seasoning and something else he couldn’t immediately identify. What was that? Ah! Baby powder. He heard giggling, and it gave Sean a strong feeling of deja vu.
“Dream about me again?” When Sean heard her voice he remembered. The haircut, tacos for dinner. Still, Sean jumped a bit when he felt Tracy’s hand wrap around his cock. “Do you always get a hard-on in your sleep? Silly me. How would you know?”
Sean rolled over and looked at her. Her hair was wet, and she was wrapped in one of his long beach towels. Tracy was the source of the baby powder scent. “Thank you for buying me a razor, Sean.” She said, grabbing his hand a guiding it toward her lap. “I shaved.” She slid his hand between her legs and he felt her bald, smooth pussy. “You like that?” He did! She pulled his hand away and ran it down her soft legs, rolling over on her tummy and releasing his hand. Sean continued to feel her, her softness, curves, young muscles. He ran his hand up her thighs and under her towel, loving the swell of her tiny butt, it’s firmness and roundness.
“Today has started off so well! Sunning, cutting your hair, riding your cock… oh I am in such a good mood.” Tracy smiled at him, soft light from the hallway illuminating her blue eyes and white teeth. “I’ve been thinking.” Sean loved the feel of her little round ass, so much different than his ex-girlfriends larger, fuller butt. “Since I’m in such a good mood, I’ve decided to offer you a special discount, you know?” Her eyes grew real wide, and she giggled loudly when she saw the expression on his face. “A volume discount, that is, if you think you will be using me a lot. I mean, if you want to use me a lot, I would be happy to make it very affordable for you.” She giggled some more, squirming her little body up closely to his. Tracy reached out and stroked his chin. With his hand on her ass, Sean pulled her even closer, tightly against him. He growled at her.
“Why should I pay you,” Sean asked. “When I could easily take what I want.” Tracy gasped at him.
“You wouldn’t!” She claimed. “And I wouldn’t allow it, Sean…” Tracy thumped him in the chest with her little fist, but her toes wiggled, tickling Sean’s shins. Tracy thrust her pelvis out, grinding it lightly against his cock. “I have bills to pay, you see? I have goals and plans.” She rested her little hand on his strong chest. “I won’t be here forever, Sean.” Sean thought Tracy felt great curled up next to him, and he felt rested, cool, and more than a little horny. With her eyes half-closed, Tracy seemed to be pretty aroused too.
“You can kiss me, Sean.” She said. “Kisses are only a dollar-a-dozen.” She looked up at him innocently. Sean watched her lick her lips. A dollar-a-dozen, eh? He probably could probably find a dollar somewhere. He kissed her, and her she managed to squeeze her body more tightly against his. Her hand found that back of his head, her fingers ran through his hair, and she groaned. He pulled away from her, though her hand tugged at the back of his neck. He watched her eyes flutter open, her lips part. She tugged insistently at the back of his neck. She felt great in his arms, her towel slightly damp, but warm from her heat. She smelled tremendous, looked so young and eager.
“Maybe I’ll save some kisses for later, Tracy.” Sean said quietly. A little groan escaped from her then.
“Save ‘em?”
“Yeah . . . save some for later.” Sean teased. His hand left her ass, traveling to her hip under the loose towel. Tracy groaned a little louder, then. With her hands, she pushed him over onto his back and climbed up onto his stomach, looking down at him, her face close to his. He could feel her breath on him, and it smelled nice. Sean slipped his hands between her bare thighs, and slowly, his fingers traveled to her shaved pussy. He caressed her a moment and then spread her wet lips apart, running a finger through her wetness. Her hips bucked slightly.
“Don’t you want to kiss me some more? Why do you want to save them, Sean?” Tracy asked. “You could kiss me now, Sean.” Unable to help himself, he chuckled. “You can always pay me tomorrow, if that’s the problem. You can kiss me all you want.” Sean slid both his hands away from her young pussy and he ran them under her towel, holding her hips tightly, his fingers reaching to touch her thin waist, pulling the towel upward, exposing her ass. Some of her wet hair hung just above his face now, her eyes were closed to slits, her feet sliding along the outside of his legs. She was a horny girl, she was. She wanted him to kiss her, a lot.
“I dunno, Little One,” Sean said. “How much to poke my peter into your tight little puss?” She inhaled a sharp breath through her nose, her legs squeezed him, her hips ground into him.
“I. . .” She stammered. “A dollar . . .” Her hands found his face and his hair. “And you don’t have to pay me today, you can. . .” Sean was slowly loosening the towel from around her.
“How much to lick you little bald pussy, Tracy?” He asked, his hands traveling back to her wet slit and he started to finger her again, finding her little clit, tucked in between her lips. She gasped when he touched it. “Lick it and suck it and nibble on it.” She was so warm and wet between her legs, he slid a finger inside her, knowing he was starting to drive her nuts. She pulled at his hair sharply, a little painfully. Her breathing was a little unsteady.
“Hum,” she stammered. “Hum, a quarter I suppose, for all-you-can-lick. I hope that’s a fair price.”
“I don’t know, you’re kinda expensive.” Sean said.
“No!” She cried. “I can. . .”
“How much to suck on you little tits?” Sean asked. “And nibble on your nipples?”
“Oh,” Tracy moaned. “I guess, um, a quarter, for all-you-want-to-suck. And you can. . .” Sean rolled Tracy over quickly, and pinned her to the bed. She yelped weakly, as Sean pulled the towel from around her, slowly exposing her. “I mean a dime, you can for a dime. . . my little boobies.”
“How much to run my hands all over your body?” He asked. “How much would you want to let me rub some lotion all over you?” Tracy wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and pulled at him. Sean held steady though. “Rub you everywhere with lotion, how much?”
“Oh. . . just a dime.” she moaned, trying to pull him down. Sean held steady, his strong arms keeping him a foot above her.
“How much to watch you rub your little pussy, stroke yourself?” he asked. She was tugging harder at him, and now was pulling herself up off the bed, her lips nearing his. Sean pulled away from her. “How much to watch you play with yourself, all naked?” Tracy wriggled beneath him in frustration.
“A dime. . .” That a fair price, Sean thought. He would like to watch her please herself.
“I’ll rub my little pussy for you, if that’s what you want, for only a dime.”
“How much to have you suck on my hard cock, Tracy? How much to fuck your pretty little face?” He asked, as she fell back to the bed, her fingers digging into his back. She shook in frustration now.
“A dime, Sean. I’ll suck on your cock all you want for a dime.” He thought that was a very good price. “But Sean, you must understand. . .” Tracy continued, her hands roaming across his chest. Sean had her all unwrapped now and liked the way she looked under him, all nude and tan. “These prices. They are based on volume. That means you have to use me a lot!. . . A whole lot.” Sean understood the basics of this high-volume discount of which she was speaking. Oh yes he did. “I need you to do me a lot, Sean.” Sean was certain he could offer her a lot of business, but he wanted more from her. Yes he did, and it was time to get it.
“Tracy, I want more from you,” He explained as she suffered below him, her body arching to touch his, her hands feeling his strong shoulders, and traveling down his muscular arms. She emitted little moans, sad little noises that suggested she was in need. “I’ll have to demand exclusive rights to you Tracy.” She gasped. And she rose and found his lips, embracing him and smothering him with a long kiss. But Sean pushed her away, and she squealed in frustration. “And it may be necessary for me to restrain you occasionally, Tracy.”
“Anything you want Sean! Anything, anytime, anywhere you want. I’ll do anything!” she cried. “Just fuck me! Fuck me with your big fat cock now!” Tracy seemed almost beside herself, in her need to get fucked, Sean saw. And her prices were based on high-volume. He reached inside his boxer shorts and eased his hard cock out of its hole, and slowly laid down on top of Tracy . He kissed her hard, her twisting torso to aligning itself up with his cock. She thrust her hips lifting them both slightly from the bed and Sean thrust inside her. She was soaking wet, her readiness to get fucked was complete. Tracy groaned with relief and pleasure as he forced himself deeper inside her, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulled him deeper inside her tight pussy.
“Sean, fuck me silly, please,” Tracy groaned, her legs raising, her knees brushing along his ribs. “Deep, fuck me deep and hard, make me come!” Sean lifted his arms, allowing her to raise her legs further. Her calves rested next to her ears when he slid his cock, burying himself inside her. “Fuck yes, deep.”
Sean thrust into her hard and fast, trying to please her. His balls slapped at her ass repeatedly as he buried his hard cock inside her over and over. Tracy grunted with each powerful thrust, her mouth open and her little tongue wagging inside. She was tight, she was; Sean was spending a lot of energy pleasing her, his muscles exerting themselves as he fucked her harder and harder.
“God you feel so good,” she cried. “Making me come so fast, fuck me. . . fuck me!” She cried out loudly, her hands pulling at the hairs on his chest, her heels pounding on his lower back. “Fuck me!” She arched her back, and screamed loudly, her hands falling from his chest and finding her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her little nipples.
“Yes . . . God Yes! Feels so fucking good to come with your cock inside me like this!”
She screamed loudly again, and Sean felt her little pussy contracting even tighter around his cock. “Oh. . .” Sean watched her relax slightly, her back and legs fall back to the bed, her arms rise to his shoulders, her lips sought his. “Kiss me, fool, kiss me!” Sean gripped her hands and pinned them beside her and kissed her hard, slowing his pound of her little pussy as she moaned into his mouth. She bit his lower lip, her hips rotating, his cock buried in her.
“You’re a good fuck, yes you are!” Sean cried, lifting off of her and spinning her over. He lifted her waist up, bringing her ass with it. She spread her legs far apart, and allowed Sean to manhandle her, nearly limp in his hands, he entered her from behind, her pussy accommodating him so nicely. He began to thrust into her powerfully again, and watched as Tracy’s hands reached out, grabbing the sheets and pulling on them, her little body underneath his, her lower back growing slick with sweat. With a handful of sheets, young Tracy began to thrust her ass back, meeting Sean’s strong advances, helping him.
“That’s it baby, get some cock!” Sean spanked her ass hard, watching it excitedly. “Fuck me with that tight pussy, fuck me!” Gathering her arms to her sides, she pushed and rose from the bed, on all fours now, she slammed herself back on his cock and meeting each of his thrust.
“Fuck me Sean!” She cried when he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. “Yes!” Sean spread her firm as cheeks apart, admiring her little tight butt hole. He ran his thumb up and down her soaked pussy, gathering her juices, coating his thumb. And then he slipped it into her asshole. She squeeled loudly with pleasure, her sphincter tight around his thumb.
He mercilessly fucked her now, her small back grew slicker with sweat as he reached his other hand around her body, seeking her pussy, finding her clit and pinching it gently, fucking her hard, and pushing his thumb in and out of her tight ass. “Oh yes!” Sean felt a wave of pleasure rush through his body, watching her, feeling her so excitedly, he knew he was coming soon.
“Gonna fill you with a big load of sperm,” Sean cried. “Fuck yes!” Tracy spun her little head around, watching him now, her eyes frantic.
“Squirt it in me Sean!” she cried . “Come in me baby.” And Sean did. He came inside her a lot, filling her with fluid. He placed his hand on her back and forced her back down to the bed, and fell on top of her, his cock still pumping a bit. He pulled his thimb out of her ass.
“Mm,” he moaned. Tracy’s hips moved up and down a bit, still, milking him.
“Get it all out, Sean?” she asked, her pussy massaging him. “Pump it all in me?” Her hips slowed, her pussy tightened, as she pushed her ass up, his cock filling her again.
“Yeah babe,” Sean moaned. “You got it all.” Sean lay on her for a minute, before she stiffened suddenly and gasped loudly.
“The taco meat!” She cried, wiggling beneath him trying to free herself. Sean rose quickly, his cock falling from her pussy. She hopped off the bed and ran out of the room. Sean rolled over on his back, his slick cock deflating as he tried to catch his breath and cool off. He tried to add-up how much he owed his little whore. He was still trying to figure it out when she came walking back into the room and climbed onto the bed with him.
“How about I just bill you at the end of each week, Sean” She suggested sweetly. “Taco meat is looking good, I just started heating up the shells. You hungry? I bet you are. ”
“Tracy? How much to fuck your little teen ass?” Sean asked, his curiosity peeked. She gasped at him. Sean saw she was surprised at his question, his proposal.
“Fuck my virgin ass?,” she asked appraising him. “With your big fat cock?” Sean nodded, slightly embarrassed now. “Two hundred dollars, Sean.” Hmm…
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