Girl in Yoga Pants
Friends sister…
Destiny’s first real experience with great sex
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
True Story of Incest 17 yo son 45 yo mother
My name is Nannie Greene and this story is how my life has changed forever.
Im Nannie Greene im exactly 5’7″ and weigh 105lbs. I really do admire my body so much i look in the mirror all of the time admiring my C size breats which i absolutely love. Im 15 years old which means my parents dont want me dating anytime soon they are so worried about me getting pregnant or raped, i never have any fun at all. I wish i could have an adventure like in the stories that i read. All of my parents are red heads but for some odd reson i have dirty blonde hair and my brother always makes fun of me by saying
“Only red heads and brunettes have adventures Nannie,” god i really hate him.
I dont only hate hime for making fun of me, he caught me giving a blowjob to my high school crush Kyle Thoma,man he is a stud. Anyways i have to suck my little brothers small cock evry night or he’ll tell mom on me. For a 13 year old he sure does have a small cock its only 3 inches.
” Oh sweet sister of mine its time for our nightly ritual,” said TJ my little brother. This is the worst part of my life, he always rubs this in my face and tries to savior every moment. He is laying on my bed smiling from ear to ear. He motined for me to kneel down in front of him on the bed and i walked over and began to unzip his pants. I swear you could not tell that he has a hard on at all it really is so small. It popped out of his jeans as soon as i stopped unzipping him and my heart began to race. It was really small but very smooth and appealing and i love the taste of that salty sweet come dripping down my neck heading to my tummy.
I began to stroke him and TJ was moaning a bit and moving his hips with my hands and i started to lick his cock head, his pre cum tasted so sweet i wanted him to cum right then and there so we could be done and my thirst for cum satisfied. After a few seconds of licking i removed my hand and slid his cock all the way into my mouth. His cock must be growing because it was now touching the back of my throat. I began to bob my head up and down licking,sucking,and tasting his cock, this sent rushes of electricity through my body and i almost forgot i hated him. He was full blown moaning and moving his hips,fucking my mouth. He put his right hand on the back of my head and began to move it with my head motion.
” Oh Nannie this feels so good i love your tongue swiveling up and down my cock caressing my head to find what present is inside,” moaned TJ. With this i knew he is close so i moved my head up and down faster and faster until he screamed,”Ohhhh Nannieee im fucking cumming ,” and all of a sudden i tasted this hot goo hit the roof of my mouth as he pushed my head all the way onto his cock. His cum began sliding its way down my throat towards my tummy when he saw my throat moving up and down to swallow his cum and he bagn to cum even more into my mouth, I always loved this part his sweet and salty cum tasted so good and knowing that his seed is swimming in my tummy always turned me on so much. Finally he was done and his cock came out of my mouth with a plop not spilling any cum onto my bed.
“That was the best you ever done,”nd he kissed me full on the lips and his tongue snaked into my mouth mine and his began to dance with eachother, this part was making me feverishly horny as i loved french kissing. Our tongues lopped eachother and wrapped around each other until i pulled away and said were finished and that he should go to bed now. He left without a word and i called in my big malimu Sasha to come sleep with me. I stripped down naked and spread my legs in front of the dog and she bagan to lick my shaved pussy her tongue moving in and out,over my clitoris and down to my tight little butt. I began to maon and imagine Kyle fucking my virgin pussy. I began to orgasm and screamed and squirmed all around my covers. After i finished i fell instantly asleep.
“Hey missy wake up before the Bloods see you,” said a strange man. I open my eyes to see im laying completly naked in a street alley. ” Who are you?,where am i? and why am i naked?” i asked feeling very frightened.
“I am Colonel Vance Mortimer but you can call me morty. Your in Traverse Town and you being naked beats me here i brought you some clothes.”said Morty and he handed me a thong some jeans and a T shirt that was completely white. “thank you'” i said,”but how did i get here?”
“Why missy i havent the slightest clue you sure you dont live around here?” asked Morty. “No i dont” i said and all of a sudden he looked scared,i turned to see a group of boys wearing all red and looking very mean.
” Hey old man wanna share some of that booty with us?” asked a real tall one.
“Sorry missy but your own your own” and with that Morty ran as fast as an old man could.
“Come here hotty we arent that mean honest” said a real fat one. They began to run at me and i put my arms up and screamed but they grabbed me and ripped my clothes off. They’re 3 in all a tall one a fat one and a little kid all waving thier cocks in my face. The kid began to grope my breasts and the tall on stuck his cock in my mouth and started to fuck my throat. The fat one started to laugh and positioned his cock at my pussy entrance and slid his head into my pussy. But thats as far as he got when and deep voice yelled stop and all of them turned to see a man wearing silver chains and a dark black robe with his hood up so i couldnt see his face.
” Oh my god its a Reaper every man for himself” yelled the fat one and he pulled his head out of my pussy lips and the tall one retracted his cock and ran away carrying the kid.
“Are you hurt did they harm you in anyway?” the mysterious man said with deep concern and lightened tone of voice. I then blacked out to the mercy of my rescuer.
this is the first of many parts to this story and i guarantee you this whole saga will be worth reading if you have any suggestions or comments you dont want others to see send me an email at [email protected]
Thanks for reading and pray the mysterious stranger is as nice as he sounds in Sweet Nannie 2 The Blood Gang.
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A sliver of light crawled through the crack in the drapes; making its way across the carpet, up the side of the bed and directly into my eyes. It was just enough to wake me. I like it really dark when I sleep so I frequently wake up early during the summer with the sun’s early rise.
I had an intense ‘morning hard-on’ but it was going to have to wait for a while. My wife was not a morning person: my waking her at this hour would not amuse her. I started to turn over and put my arms around her and see if I could go back to sleep, or even better, maybe she would wake up early, when I realized I was alone in bed. Then I remembered, my wife was out of town for the week. She would not be home for several more days. She was out on the road with our son conducting seminars. Once our last child had left for college she decided to start her own business. The previous five years she had worked for a company that conducted business management seminars. She worked her way up to being their premier speaker and finally decided she had the skills and contacts to do it on her own. Our son Todd had just graduated with an MBA and wanted to work with her. They are still struggling but beginning to catch on. Their bookings have increased dramatically the last couple of months.
I started to take care of my erection myself, but I was not totally committed. My mind was drifting, thinking about a project I was working on and after a minute or so of half-hearted stroking I decided to just go back to sleep and take care of it later. But first I got up, closed the drapes, and in the darkness, got back into bed and quickly went back to sleep.
That had not always been easy in our house. We have three girls and our oldest child, Todd. They were just a few years apart from the oldest to the youngest. Our home was always noisy with them and their friends running around. Now the two youngest girls, the twins, are freshman in college, living away from home for the first time and their older sister, a junior; was also living away from home. The quiet in the house was deafening.
I woke up a couple of hours later and my hard-on was back with a vengeance, insisting that he be taken care of. I took myself in hand and was fantasizing about a couple friends of my daughters who came around to the house all the time while they were in high school. You know the type, cute looking teens with high perky breasts, really low-waist pants that show those hipbones and a bit more: The kind that beg you to slide your hand down the front and cup their mounds while moving your fingers around…. Oh crap! I was just almost there and now the doorbell has to ring.
I got out of bed and pulled some sweat pants on. I didn’t bother with a shirt. I would just tell the solicitor to beat it and then I would go back to bed and do the same. I was tempted to just ignore whomever it was but you never know.
As I walked through the house to the front door I happened to look down and saw my sweat pants sticking out a noticeable distance in front of me. My erection was preceding me. I started to stop but then the bell rang several more times. My, they are certainly persistent. I’ll just peek around the door and shoo them away. When I got to the door I looked out the peek hole in the door and saw it was Nancy, my son’s wife. If I hadn’t already had an erection she could give me one right through the door. Nancy was just a darling. She was the ‘girl next door’ you read about. I had to be careful when she was at the house: It was so easy to stare at her. She had long blond hair, a great figure, nice breasts, long slender legs, and as they say, ‘cute as a button’. She reminded me a lot of that girl on ‘Wonder Years’ TV show that was on years ago, Winny I think her name was; at least on the show. I can remember lying in bed as a teenager, watching that show and really pounding…well that’s another story.
The doorbell brought me back to reality. I opened the door and pulled it partially open. I was trying to stand a bit behind it so save being embarrassed. I could just hear her talking to Todd when he returned and giggling, ‘and your dad answered the door with his cock poking his pants out’.
Nancy said “Hi Dad”, and walked right in. I started to say Cheryl is not here when I realized she must know that, her husband is with Cheryl. Nancy went over to the couch and sat down. I closed the door, tried to hold a hand nonchalantly in front of my crotch to hide my condition, and walked over and sat at the other side of the couch. I need not have bothered, Nancy was looking down at the floor; something was bothering her.
I moved a bit closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder. “What is it Honey”? She looked up at me and put her hand on my thigh. I almost jumped; an inch further to the right and she would have put her hand right on the head of my cock. Any diminishment of my erection was now reversed. If anything I was getting harder than before.
She finally looked up at me, “Dad, I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this to you for some time now”. While she hesitated before going on, thoughts began whirling through my mind, is Todd and Nancy’s marriage in trouble? Are they getting a divorce? I hadn’t noticed any problems and Cheryl had not said anything. “I don’t know how to say this perfectly so I’ll just get it all out at once”.
I patted her shoulder, “Sure Nancy. Would it be better for you to talk to Cheryl”? I didn’t know if this was a ‘female; thing. Perhaps she would be more comfortable talking to her.
That must have broken some tension because her lips broke out into a little smile. “No, I don’t think Cheryl can help me here. I need your help”.
“I’ll do what I can. Now what’s bothering you”?
“You know that Todd and I have been trying to have a baby for the last couple of years”?
“Sure. Cheryl told me a while back. I still think you two are kind of young though”.
“I’m older than my mom when she had her first. Besides, I came from a large family and I love kids. Todd has three sisters so he has that ‘large-family’ feeling also”. Nancy hesitated, looking down for a moment before lifting her eyes back to my face. I noticed she was having trouble looking me in the face. She frowned, “Things haven’t been going the way we thought. It has been two years now and I haven’t got pregnant”.
I nodded, “Well it can take a while for some people”.
“I know it can. But still, two years? About six weeks ago we finally went and saw a fertility doctor. The results came back last month”. She stopped, like she was trying to decide what to say next. “I’m okay but Todd has a problem. His sperm count is extremely low. The doctor says it is remotely possible for us to have children but more likely not. He said don’t count on it, that we should look at other options”.
“How did Todd take it”?
“I haven’t told him. You know how men are about their virility. Todd is great, but he is also one of those guys who think with their dick sometimes; if they can’t get a woman pregnant they are less of a man”. Then she looked up at me, “You won’t tell him will you”?
I shook my head.
That said, Nancy began to softly cry. I moved beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. I didn’t say anything; just let her weep softly. After a minute I got up and got some tissue for her. Fortunately my boner had subsided a bit. It no longer looked like I had a tent in my sweats.
After a few minutes she stopped, composed herself and dried her eyes. I asked, “Have you considered other alternatives? There are fertility drugs, perhaps adopting”.
“I don’t want to adopt. I want ‘our’ children. I know that sounds stupid and emotional but it’s just how I feel. We talked to the doctor some time ago about artificial insemination and fertility drugs but we just cannot afford it. It’s thousands of dollars, sometimes tens of thousands”.
I knew it was expensive. “Honey, I wish we could help but we are in a bind right now also. Maybe in a few years it will be different”. With that my voice kind of trailed off. I didn’t know what else to say that would help.
Nancy sat up and turned to face me, “I know, but there is something you can do that would fix the problem. I have given this a lot of thought. You can do something that will help Todd and me a great deal”. She was talking really fast. What could she mean? I thought perhaps artificial insemination, with me as a donor, but she knew the cost for that already so it could not be an option.
I started to open my mouth but Nancy put her hand up to stop me. “Let me finish. I won’t be able to say this unless I keep going. It’s kind of embarrassing and like I said, I have to say it all or I’ll never do it: And I have to, so just let me talk for a minute and then you can say something”.
I moved back a bit and nodded for her to go ahead.
“We really want children but it looks extremely unlikely we can have our own. Any options that would help are just too expensive for us. I don’t want to adopt. I have given this a lot of thought and I think there is a way we could have our own, kind of”.
I should have figured something out by now but I must be just too dense. I started to ask a question but Nancy held up a hand to stop me.
“You can help us Dad. Your DNA is virtually identical to Todd’s. If you help us have a baby it would be family. The baby would look like us. You can help Todd and I have the family we want”. Nancy stopped talking and just sat there watching me.
I was confused and said somewhat hesitantly, “I’m not sure what I can do. You said artificial insemination was too expensive. We would love to help you and Todd but we don’t have the extra money right now either”.
Nancy did not immediately answer; she just looked at me for a moment. Then she stood up and reached down and took my hand. “Come with me Dad. I want to show you something”. I stood up, and with my hand in hers, we walked down the hall and into the master bedroom. She let go of my hand as we walked through the door. I stopped just inside the door and she took a couple more steps and stopped at the foot of the bed and turned to face me.
I looked around and wished I had made the bed. I normally waited until the morning my wife returned to straighten ever thing up.
I looked back at Nancy, “What is it you want to show me”? Yes, I was that stupid.
In one fluid motion Nancy reached to her waist, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. It happened so fast and was so unexpected I just stood there and stared. She then reached behind her, unfastened her bra, put her arms out and let if fall to the floor. Her breasts were everything I had occasionally fantasized while having sex with my wife. I have never liked huge breasts, must be a childhood fear of being smothered, and who likes a flat chest. Nancy was comfortably in the middle. My wife has had four children and suffers the usual effects of gravity and motherhood. Nancy had so such problem. They stood out nicely, pointing at me with those large erect nipples.
While I was standing there speechless, staring at her breasts, she reached to her waist and pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles and kicked them aside. I finally found my voice as she took a step towards me. “Nancy, what are you doing”?
My eyes were now on that space between her legs. Nancy was fairly tall and had long slender legs. When you saw her thighs the natural thought was to wonder what they would feel like wrapped around yours. It was also apparent that she was a natural blond.
I took a step backward as she walked towards me. “Dad, as I said, I have given this a lot of thought in the last month. There is a way you can help us”. She stopped and looked up at me, “Please”?
I took just the one step backward when I reached the wall and had to stop, “Put your clothes back on. We can’t do this. Todd is my son. You are his wife”.
She just said, “Please”? She reached out to the waist of my sweat pants and pulled them down a few inches before I grabbed them to stop her. She had pulled them down just far enough that my cock was freed. It was now fully erect and pointing at her. I pushed her hand away from my waistband and her hand brushed against my cock. She looked down for a moment and then grabbed my cock with both hands.
“Dad, I understand how you feel. I felt the same way when I started thinking about this. I looked at every other alternative and this is best”. She took a step back, pulling on my cock as she did. I had a problem. Where a guy’s cock goes, he tends to go. She backed up until the back of her legs were against the bed.
“Nancy, we can’t have sex. You can’t have a baby this way. You are my son’s wife. Besides I’m happily married”. I was having trouble. When I moved my hands to hers to get her to let go of my cock she would then grab my sweat pants and attempt to pull them down. She had succeeded in getting them down below my crotch. I had to spread my legs a bit to keep them from falling to the floor.
“Dad, I’ve considered all the options”. Nancy sounded much more serious now. “This can work if you will just listen to my plan”. Nancy reached down and pulled my sweat pants the rest of the way to the floor. I stepped out of them. It seemed kind of silly to keep fighting her when she already had my cock in one hand.
“Okay”, Nancy continued. “It will be like a sperm donation. It won’t be like we will be having sex. We won’t even face each other. You’ll just sort of give me your sperm and then Todd and I can have the baby we want so much”. Nancy let go of me, turned, and crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees. She moved towards the middle of the bed and then stopped, still on her hands and knees, facing away from me. “Dad, I’ve ovulated and now is the time”. After a few moments she once again added, “Please”.
I didn’t say anything. I was torn. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to help them, but she was my son’s wife. I stood there looking at her. Even facing away from me I could see her breasts, enticing, dangling, nipples pointed towards the bed. Then I looked down her side and eventually at her inviting pussy. It felt like I was invading her privacy. I had always been faithful to my wife. I’d never strayed. Counting high school and college I have not had sex with another woman for thirty years.
Nancy interrupted my thoughts, “Dad, don’t leave me this way”. Her voice no longer had the earlier confidence. I could hear the hesitancy, the nervousness in her voice. She was kneeling in front of her father-in-law, naked, asking him to fuck her, and he could turn her down.
I took a step towards the bed, still not sure of what to do. I knew what I wanted to do, just not sure what I should do. I looked down between her legs. I couldn’t deny it. I did want to fuck her. I could hear myself begin to rationalize. I wasn’t cheating on my wife I was doing my daughter-in-law a favor. I wasn’t fucking the wife of my son. I was helping them to have the child they wanted. She wanted me to do this: To try and get her pregnant. Well, however misguided, I was willing to try.
I moved up behind her on the bed. Her skin looked so smooth, inviting. Her legs were fairly close together, just inches apart. I put my hands on the inside of her thighs and gently pushed out to get her to spread them further apart. With my hands on her hips I pulled her slightly towards me. I looked down; my cock was just an inch away from her pussy, maybe less. I wondered, no foreplay, would this be difficult, painful? The head of my cock pushing against the lips of her pussy and it was as though the lips parted for me. The head easily started to slide into her. I had been hard for so long I was lubricated enough for both of us.
I finally pushed my hips forward and watched as the swollen head of my cock slowly disappeared in her. I had crossed my Rubicon, there was no point in holding back. I pushed forward again and watched her lips stretch around my cock, her pussy slowly envelop me as I disappeared inside of her: The lips of her pussy slowly sliding over the ridges of my cock, stretching to encase me. I was mesmerized. I pulled back so I could watch it again. As I pushed forward into her the second time the pleasurable sensation finally caused me to thrust forward harder, burying myself completely in her in one stroke, my groin pushed up tight against her butt.
She felt so tight around me. I was not used to this. I began slowly stroking in and out of her. My wife’s pussy had passed four children. We still had good sex but tight was not a sensation I had experienced in many years. It felt so good I wanted to just keep fucking her hard until I came. Then it hit me, that’s what I was supposed to do.
“Thank you Dad. You won’t be sorry”. Nancy put her head down on the bed and reached back between her legs with one hand. She need not worry. I was already not sorry.
I felt her fingers brush against my shaft and I slid in and out of her. I stopped for a moment, wondering what she was doing.
Nancy noticed and said, “Don’t stop. The doctor said if I have an orgasm during sex it might increase the chance of getting pregnant”.
By this time I had no intention of stopping. And if she was trying to have an orgasm, perhaps I could help. I ran my hands up her back and then down her sides to cup her breasts. I heard her suck in her breath and I began fondling her breasts and then the nipples. “Will this help”?
“Ye….yes” Nancy stammered, breathing harder.
At one point I moved my hands back to her hips and rose up straight. Looking down I could watch as my cock slide in and out of her. I could see the skin of her pussy being pulled back as I pulled partially out of her before thrusting back into her.
Nancy continued rubbing her clitoris but would sometimes drift away to push her palm against my shaft as I continued fucking her. Every so often she would reach back and take my balls in her hand before returning to her clitoris. Once she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around my cock right at the base. Then as I stroked into her she pulled me harder into her. It took a moment before I figured out she was trying to get me to go faster. Once I was there she let go of me and turned her attention back to her clitoris. After several minutes of this Nancy stiffened and then pushed her butt hard back against me; keeping me deep inside of her. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock.
The thought of her having an orgasm with me inside of her was all I needed for mine. As she began to relax I stroked hard into her a few times and then grabbed the top of her shoulders and pulled her back tight against me. I thrust my hips hard against her butt several times, my cock firmly buried in her. Just as I was about to cum I felt her squeeze me with her pussy. Thank God for kegel muscles. I exploded inside of her. As each stream of seminal fluid left my body for hers I pushed hard against her, trying to get deeper, stay deep inside of her.
Once I was drained I held her there for a minute, enjoying the sight of her young naked body in front of me; my hands moving lightly from her hips up to her shoulders and then back to her hips. I finally pulled out of her and collapsed on my back on the bed followed by Nancy next to me. We lay there, both of us breathing hard, not talking.
After several minutes Nancy was the first to speak, “Thank you Dad. I know that wasn’t easy for you”. She had no idea. After another moment she added, “Are you okay”?
I thought about it before answering, “”I’m okay. I hope my donation helps”. I meant it to be light-hearted but neither of us laughed.
We both lay there for several minutes without saying anything else. I had a lot of thoughts going through my head, some good, some laden with guilt. I wondered what Nancy was thinking. Was she suffering the same guilt as I? Then the thoughts of guilt were replaced with thoughts of Nancy’s breasts. How could they be so soft and firm at the same time? Was I really kneeling between her thighs just a few minutes ago?
I was feeling very relaxed, and might have fallen asleep if not for Nancy putting a hand on my thigh. “I’ve heard that the sperm from a second ejaculation is more potent than the first”.
Two times in a row; whom was she kidding? My wife and I had not done it twice in a row in years. I had to smile, “Nancy, you have to remember my age. I’m not as young as you. I’m willing to help but let’s not fool with nature”. For emphasis I reached down and lifted my now limp cock up and let it fall back down.
Nancy reached over and took my cock in her hand, “Maybe he just needs the right encouragement. We’ve come this far. The hard part is over. We might as well do everything we can to improve my chances”.
I let her fondle me while I watched: Her small hand working my cock. When I was almost fully erect I turned over on my side to face Nancy. She had her eyes closed and continued her work. I leaned over and took her nearest nipple in my mouth. It was soft and my tongue could push it around but it quickly became hard and erect. Nancy said, “I don’t know if you should be doing this”. I sucked it into my mouth, pulled back a bit and then let it go with a soft ‘pop’.
“I’m just trying to help you get ready”. I leaned forward again and sucked more of her breast into my mouth, running my tongue around and over her nipple. She groaned and began squirming beside me, her thighs rubbing together.
I could not reach her other nipple from this position so I rose up on my hands and knees. I moved over above her, putting one knee between hers. I pushed my knee higher between her thighs, firmly against her pussy, rubbing against it. She moved her legs farther apart to make it easier. She let go of my cock, it was fully erect again and put her hands on my hips.
From where I was I could easily reach either breast. I used my lips and tongue to tease one nipple and then the other before moving down to her flat stomach, kissing her skin as I went, then once again returning to her breasts. Her breathing became more labored.
I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. As I pulled back she looked up at me and said, “Dad, I don’t think we should” but she made no effort to stop me. I lifted my other knee up and moved it between her legs. She kept her feet on the bed but pulled her knees up along side my hips. She squeezed them against me and then lowered her knees sideways until they almost rested on the bed. I moved back to her breasts for a moment before lowering myself against her, my cock now back at the entrance to her pussy. She started, “Dad, I don’t think”, but then stopped as I moved my hips forward, pushing a few inches inside of her.
I held myself there for a moment before bringing my chest directly above hers. The movement caused me to slide deep inside of her. I could feel her hips push towards me, trying to get me fully embedded in her. It was so hot inside of her. I thought a second time would be messy, uncomfortable, with my cum still inside of her. I was wrong.
I lowered more of my weight on her and began thrusting against her; moving deep inside of her and then pulling almost all the way out before bottoming out again in her. I could feel her chin bouncing against my shoulder as I picked up speed. Her legs began squeezing against my hips and then spreading wide, as though she could not make up her mind which felt best. She moved her hands down to my butt, grabbing me and pulling me with each thrust into her.
The first time I was still a bit guilty and somewhat undecided about what was happening; I was not totally committed. When she said she wanted an orgasm I made sure she came first. Until I came in her we could still stop and try and pretend it never happened. This time I wasn’t feeling guilty and I was certainly not undecided. I just wanted to fuck her and I wanted to cum inside of her; and soon.
I moved my hands down under her hips to pull her tightly against me and began thrusting faster. I knew it would not take long. I was past that. It was just lust. Nancy moved her arms up and wrapped them around me.
Nancy was breathing hard, groaning as I slammed into her. I slowed down and began grinding against her clitoris. It took just a few minutes before I began feeling my impending orgasm. I began long slow strokes into her. I wanted to feel each squirt of my cum as it passed into her. Nancy pushed her hips up against me, meeting each thrust from me with one of her own.
As the first stream shot from me I felt Nancy hug me tightly to her and her thighs tighten against the outside of mine and then her pussy once again began spasming around my cock. A high-pitched squeal escaped through her gritted teeth. In my entire married life I think there were only a couple of times that Cheryl and I came at the same time. As each stream left me I thrust forward tight against her, the strength of the thrusts diminishing as my supply of cum quickly ran out. I was finally left on top of her, breathing hard, her legs still spread and her ankles hooked around my thighs.
I knew I was heavy on her so as soon as we finished our last shudders I wrapped my arms around her and rolled the two of us over. She came with me, ending up lying on top of me; her head on my chest, facing away from me. Neither of us said anything for a while.
When the silence had lasted several minutes I knew I had to say something. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that”.
Nancy turned her head around to face me but kept it on my chest. “No, it’s okay. It might even help. The doctor said that position is actually the best position to do it in. You, I mean, the guy gets deeper and gets the sperm closer to the cervix when, you know, you cum in me”. She stopped for a moment before adding in a very soft voice, “and you certainly did get deeper”. After a few seconds she added, “I suggested we do it the other way, uh position, because I thought it would be easier for us. You know, I mean being family”.
I said, “I’m fine doing it either way. If the doctor says you have a better chance of getting pregnant this way then that’s okay too”.
After about twenty minutes we got up and took a shower together. By that time it seemed almost normal for the two of us to walk around each other naked. The next morning Nancy again appeared at my front door. She walked in, took my hand and I followed her to the bedroom.
It was a couple of days later that I got a call from my wife. A CEO in one of their seminars was so impressed he asked if they could give an in-house seminar for his company. The only time they had available in the next couple of months was the end of this week. My wife and Todd had decided to stay the rest of the week and give the seminar.
That night just before dinner Nancy showed up at my door with a suitcase. I was surprised. She normally came by in the morning, and besides, what was the suitcase for? “Dad, there was a burglary and a woman was raped on our block last night. I talked to Todd last night and he suggested I stay here in his old room until he gets back”.
I thought it was a great idea. It clearly wasn’t safe at her house. She put the suitcase in Todd’s old room and then we both went out for dinner. When we returned we settled down and watched some TV. Around ten I decided there was nothing on I was interested in so I got up to go to bed. I was pretty disappointed when Nancy had put her suitcase in Todd’s old room. I did not like sleeping alone and had looked forward to having Nancy in my bed when she said she was staying with me.
I said goodnight and walked down the hall towards my bedroom. As I passed Todd’s old room I stopped, opened the door and looked inside. “Whatcha doin”? Nancy’s voice right behind me startled me.
I turned to her, “I was just making sure you had clean sheets and stuff”.
She smiled at me, “Why? I’m not sleeping in here. Why’d you think that”?
I pointed at the suitcase.
“I just brought that for nosy neighbors and some extra clothes”. She took my hand and we went to my bedroom.
Thirty minutes later we were both in my, our, bedroom, her sitting on top of me, rocking back and forward with me deep inside of her, her eyes closed, my hands on her breasts when the phone rang. I motioned for her to get off of me as I reached for the telephone; she smiled, shook her head and continued rocking back and forth. “Hello”?
“Hi honey. How are you doing”? It was my wife.
“I’m fine honey. How are you and Todd doing? How is the seminar going”? Nancy’s eyes were closed, a smile on her lips, and beginning to rock faster on me. She was starting to get that determined look on her face just before she came.
“It’s fine. We’ll be done Friday afternoon and we’ll be home late that night”. Good, that gives us two more days, and nights. “Is Nancy still up? Todd would like to talk to her”.
I looked up at Nancy, still thrusting her hips back and forth on me, a smile now appearing on my face. “Yes, I think she’s still up. Hold on a moment and I’ll go see”. I motioned again for Nancy to get off me as I put the phone down on the night table. Nancy silently mouthed ‘I’m taking a bath’, and continued rocking back and forward.
I said, “Okay, here she is” and put the phone out to her.
After a few seconds she pouted and then took the phone. “Todd? Are you there”? As they talked Nancy never stopped moving on me, though much slower now than before. After several minutes of talking she finally finished with an “I love you too” and then handed the phone back to me.
Nancy pouted again, “I was so close. You seemed a bit nervous”.
“Well, yes. It is kind of odd. We’re fucking while you are talking to your husband and I’m talking to my wife. Doesn’t that seem strange to you”?
“Yes, it is a little odd. But don’t think of it as fucking. Think of it as you are providing a valuable service, a job if you will. It’s your job to get me pregnant, to service me. I can’t help it if it is mildly pleasurable at the same time”.
I reached up to tweak a breast, “Mildly”?
She laughed, “Well maybe a bit more than mildly”.
“What about Todd”? It was a subject that I had avoided talking about and tried to not even think about.
“This does not affect my marriage. This is to get pregnant, to make my family stronger. I love Todd. I love you too, but as my father-in-law. You are doing Todd and me a big favor. And I don’t suppose this is causing you any discomfort either at this point”. To emphasize her point she ground herself down on top of me. “Do I enjoy this? Obviously I do. But once I have my children we’ll stop and it will be over”.
Children?
We continued without any further talking to our inevitable conclusion that night. We also took advantage of the next couple of days before my wife and Todd’s return.
It was a week, later with my wife and Todd off again on a tour that Nancy once again showed up in the evening on my doorstep. When I opened the door Nancy was crying.
I took her hand and pulled her into the house, “Come in Honey. What’s wrong? Has something happened to Todd”?
She was crying so steadily she could not talk for several minutes, just waved at me when I tried to get her to calm down. I gave her some tissue to dry her eyes when she finally slowed down.
“What’s going on”?
All she could get out that I could understand was “Period”.
I waited and she finally composed herself and said, “I got my period. I’m not pregnant”.
I was relieved. I thought it was something serious. “Honey, you know it can take a while. You’ve talked to the doctors. It’s not just Biff, Bam and you’re pregnant”.
“I know Dad. It’s just that I’ve been hoping so much. We’ve been having sex almost every day and most of the time twice a day at that. I thought that would be enough”.
“It might take a while. I’ll be there for you”. I certainly would.
Nancy dried her tears. “I know you will Dad. I appreciate it”.
We sat down and talked for a while about nothing in particular, just passing the time. After dinner was finished we went to bed. Just getting in bed with her gives me an erection and this was no exception, period or not.
When Nancy got in bed she moved up next to me and reached over to put her arm around me. As she did her hand bumped into my now erect cock.
Nancy giggled, “We can’t have sex but perhaps there is something I can do to fix that”.
I figured she was going to jack me off. I didn’t mind. A girl’s hand was certainly better than mine.
Nancy looked at me, “I might not do this right. I’ve never done it before. I tried once with Todd but he stopped me. He said he doesn’t really like it so I didn’t try again”.
Nancy lifted the covers and pulled them over her head as she moved down my body. I watched as the bump under the covers moved down until it settled at my waist. Then I heard her muffled voice, “I think he probably does, like it I mean, but he figures he would have to do me in return and that is probably what he doesn’t like. Some men don’t I guess. But I hear all men like this”.
Nancy moved her hand to encircle the base of my cock. I was then surprised when I felt her lightly kiss my shaft, near my balls. She slowly worked her way up the shaft, light little kisses as she got nearer to the head. I felt a light peck on the head of my cock. It was like a goodnight peck you might give your sister. She was right; she didn’t know how to do this. Was that going to be it? Then I felt something move around the head, making a complete circle before it pulled away. It had to be her tongue; it felt wet and very warm.
As I watched, the bump under the covers moved to where it had to be directly over my cock. I felt another light kiss and was about to offer a suggestion when the head was engulfed in a moist, hot mouth. Her hand began making small, inch or two, strokes at the base, right at my balls, while her head started moving the covers up and down as she slid her head up and down on my cock.
I had to watch this. I pulled the covers up and over to the side off of us. Nancy immediately pulled back off my cock. “No Dad. Uh, it’s cold”.
It was way too warm in the room. No way it was too cold. Plus our two naked bodies were pretty pressed together. “It’s not cold. If anything it’s pretty hot in here”. I pulled the pillow up beneath my head. I wanted to watch this.
Nancy replied sheepishly, “It’s just kind of embarrassing. It’s easier if you aren’t watching”. While saying this, her hand was still stroking me slowly, soft short strokes. As she pulled on my cock it moved up slightly, ever so close to her mouth.
“Honey, please I want to watch you. You can’t believe how it turns me on to watch you”.
Nancy did not say anything. Keeping her eyes on me she opened her mouth and lowered it back to my cock. Just as I was about to disappear into that inviting interior her tongue came out and began licking around the head in lazy circles. It felt so good I lifted my hips off the bed, pushing myself into her mouth. She closed her lips around me and her head began bobbing up and down on me. Occasionally her teeth would scrape me but I was not about to say anything that might make her stop.
That familiar tingling began and knew I was close. I reached down and pulled her hand away from my cock. When she looked up at me with a question on her face I told her, “I just want to feel your mouth”. She moved her tongue around me like I was an all-day sucker. “Oh yes, and your tongue”.
I wanted to lay back and just enjoy the sensation but I was also curious what would happen when I came. It felt so good my hips were bouncing up off the bed to meet her mouth. If I could I would have held off for a while just to make it last longer and enjoy it more. My wife hardly ever did this and after I cum in Nancy’s mouth it might be my last time with her also. I should be a gentleman and warn her but I was just too selfish. I wanted to cum in her mouth.
I had lowered my head, just enjoying her mouth, but now I raised my head to watch Nancy’s face and lifted my hips one last time. Hot semen exploded from my cock as I let out a long groan. Nancy’s eyes grew big as the first blast erupted in her mouth, but she did not move away, she kept moving her tongue around me. As I watched, her cheeks sank in as she sucked on me. I let my head fall back on the pillow. I had done almost nothing but felt exhausted.
When I finally had no more cum to squirt in her mouth, Nancy once again took my cock in her hand and licked me clean. I heard her call me and I looked up. She opened her mouth and I could see the white liquid pooled in her mouth, her tongue swishing back and forth in it. As she closed her mouth a small amount spilled down her chin and dripped onto my stomach. Watching me, she closed her mouth and very deliberately swallowed. She then leaned down to my stomach and licked off the bit that had spilled onto me and swallowed it also.
Nancy moved up the bed and lay beside me, her head on my shoulder. “I seem to have drained you of your vital bodily fluids”. She traced a finger in little circles on my chest. “It wasn’t what I expected. I hear guys like it when the girl swallows. It’s a real turn-on to them”.
I could only let out a low “Yes, it is”.
“My girlfriends talk about it of course. Some like it some don’t. You never know until you try it for yourself”.
I was curious. She had not said how she felt about it. Was she one of those that didn’t like it? “And how was it”?
“I thought it was neat. The taste was different though I didn’t know what to expect. What I liked most was the power. I liked giving you that intense pleasure. Though it was a waste of perfectly good sperm”.
“Trust me, that was no waste”.
We talked a while longer before we drifted off to sleep. Over the next few months we developed our pattern. Todd and my wife would go out of town. Nancy would come and stay at my house and we would fuck like bunnies. She would get her period and be sad and then I would get oral sex until we could begin fucking again. On occasion I would give her a good licking but she preferred a good fucking. She was focused on her goal.
We came close to getting caught just one time. I was on top of Nancy, pounding away, just seconds away from cumming when we heard the garage door motor start. Todd and my wife had come home early. Nancy and I jumped up and grabbed all her clothes from my bedroom and quickly dumped them in Todd’s old bedroom.
Nancy was in a great mood to welcome Todd home and I got to fuck my wife that night to her big surprise; twice to my surprise. The first time I lasted just minutes. Nancy had me so close earlier that I barely lasted long enough to get inside of her. My wife was surprised; we had not had sex much in a while. I explained I was just so excited to have her back.
Nancy and I settled back into our routine over the next couple of months: our spouses on the road and us in bed. We were all surprised when Nancy finally announced she was pregnant a month later. I had to wonder, who was the father? I knew she still had sex with Todd. I expected a sudden cutoff with her but our routine did not change, though it did slow down a bit. It had been a long time since I had sex with a pregnant woman.
When Nancy reached her ninth month Todd stayed home and my wife went out on one last seminar trip by herself. The night after she returned we were lying in bed talking. She put her hand on my chest, “Honey, you’ll never guess who I saw today at the market. You remember Bill Mitchell and his son, Frank”?
“Sure. Frank’s a few years older than Todd. Doesn’t he have like three or four kids”?
“Well its four now. I saw his wife, Erin, at the market. She is such a pretty girl. She has been really good at getting that weight off after having her babies. Well anyway, she just had their fourth. We got talking and something came up. Before I left she asked if I would have you talk to Frank about something”.
“I don’t know what I could talk to him about. He seems to know how to do it already. Four huh”.
“No, she wants to stop. She does not want to have more; four is enough. I told her about your vasectomy and she wondered if you could talk to Frank about it. You know, let him know it doesn’t change anything. You know how men are about their sperm”.
Fuck. Who else has she told about my vasectomy? “Honey, I’ll talk to him. But I want you to promise me something. I know I’m just being a ‘MAN’ but it’s something I’m sensitive about. I would really appreciate it if you would not tell anyone I’ve had a vasectomy, not even family. I know it’s stupid and I shouldn’t feel that way but I would really appreciate it”.
My wife laughed, “Okay Honey. You sound like a real Tim Taylor. You know you are not less of a man to me. In fact you are more of a man to have had the vasectomy instead of my having my tubes tied”.
“I know it’s silly. It’s just a macho thing. But will you promise”?
“Okay, but you’ll still talk to Frank”?
“Sure, I’ll talk to him. But you won’t forget and tell anyone, this is important to me”. As my wife drifted off to sleep I thought about ‘how important’. If Nancy found out she would kill me. Well, she would at least hurt me pretty bad. It would also harm our family relationship even though Todd would probably never find out why.
Plus there was a bigger reason. I still remember when Nancy first talked to me about being a sperm donor for her; she talked about having children, not child. While I was unable to donate the sperm, I certainly wanted to be there, to encourage her and be an active participant as she attempted to conceive her future children. I was willing to give it my all.
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This is the story about my first time with my sister. My sister “Kate,” as I
will call her, was always talking about sex when I was growing up. This was
the early 70’s and she was a product of that era. She was nine years older
than me and I always looked to her help and friendship. When I was about
nine or ten Kate showed me how to rub her back and for the remainder of the
years she lived at home, this was my nightly duty. Not a bad chore to have
and I never complained. To this day whenever we get together I fulfill my
duty. Girlfriends and wives have always complemented me on my fine “handy”
work. As I got older Kate would always make comments about her body —
whether her tits were a good size, should she trim her pussy hair, how her
ass looked. I would try not to act embarrassed, I thought that this is how
adults talked. Plus I love to look at her body when she would ask. Once she
was trying on her bikinis and she asked me how she looked. Before I could
answer she took it off in front of me and tried on another. I couldn’t
believe what I had just seen. She acted as if nothing had happened. That was
the first time I had seen her naked and I have never forgot that picture.
When I was about thirteen or so Kate moved back home. This made me very
happy to have her back in the house. I resumed my nightly “duties” and she
would treat me to an occasional peek of her wonderful body. Around this same
time I had learned about jacking off and just shot a load for the first
time. I was growing fast and filling out. My cock was about six inches long
at this time and was really thick. One evening while watching TV, with my
Mother in the other room, Kate said that she was getting “horny.” She said
this in such a low and whispering tone that I immediately got an erection. I
had heard this saying before and I knew what it meant. She was sitting on
the couch and I was lying on my stomach in front of the TV. I looked up at
her and she was rubbing her crotch through her jeans. I noticed her hard
nipples pressing against her tee shirt. I tried to laugh, to hide my
nervousness. She told me to come and sit next to her, which I did. Mom was
right in the other room talking on the phone with her back to us. Kate took
my hand and placed it in between her legs. She leaned into me and told me
this is what they called masturbating and I had to press and rub her crotch
for her to have an “orgasm.” I did what my sister told me to do … always.
I remember sitting next to her rubbing her jeans and how hot and moist the
fabric was getting. She put her head back and was stroking her breasts and
nipples through her T-shirt. This was making me dizzy and very excited. My
cock was crammed so tight in my pants it hurt. I tried not to think of being
uncomfortable because I had a “duty” to fulfill for my sister. I rubbed my
hand on her crotch until my arm hurt. She whispered to me once or twice not
to stop, that she was almost there. She was starting to sweat and could feel
her heat and there was a scent in the air that was new to me. She sat there
playing with her tits and pinching her nipples having her little brother rub
her hot pussy through her jeans and then it happened. Her body jerked once
and than again…I stopped and she grabbed my hand and pressed it hard
between her legs then closed her thighs tightly together. I pushed my hand
hard against her and continued to rub. She made low sounds that sounded like
she was in pain. I guess she wasn’t. When we were done she told me that she
had an orgasm and that it felt really good. I should tell you that when this
happened I was nine and my sister was seventeen or eighteen. Thinking that
this was the end I started to get up when she reached over and placed her
hand on my crotch. I was so startled. Then she started to rub. WOW …I
couldn’t catch my breath…what a feeling. I sat there, frozen, while my big
sister rubbed the outside of my pants. Then she stopped. Kate looked at me
and told me to get upstairs. It was almost nine o’clock and time to get to
bed. I almost ran upstairs so no one would see my little hardon. I come from
a large family, I’m the youngest. Kate was the one that would most often
“baby-sit” me. Now though everyone was getting older and had later curfews.
I heard her come up after me saying to my mother that she was going get
ready for bed and she would make sure that I washed up and got to bed. I was
in the bathroom washing up when she walked in. She told me to wash up and
brush my teeth then get on my pj’s. When I walked into my room she went into
the bathroom with all of her shower stuff in hand. She didn’t shut the door
all the way. The bathroom was across the hall from my room and I sat at the
edge of my bed and I could see her one leg as she sat on the toilet. I heard
the sound of her peeing. Then she got up and took her shower. I waited until
I heard the shower stop then waited some more. She finally came out of the
bathroom wearing her robe and said that it was time for her back rub. I
followed her into her room and she shut the door behind me. She smelled so
good after her shower and was more beautiful than ever. We had always had
this ritual, she would pull out the lotions and we always had a warm towel
at the side of the bed. She would lie down on her bed and remove her robe.
Then I would fold it back to cover her ass and bring the lower half up to
expose as much of her legs as possible. As I got older, I got more daring in
trying to expose as much of her as I could. This night was no exception. I
then had to straddle her ass performed my duties. This was fine for when I
was younger, but now I was bigger and heavier. So I had to sit on the edge
of the bed and twist my body, which after a time became awkward and painful.
So this night I choose to stand up and rub her. She laid in front of me just
showered and smelling lovely. Her white robe covering only her ass. Her legs
where spread slightly apart and I could see the sides of her tits in the
position. I had a hardon the would stop time and it poked through my
pj’s…I did wear my underwear. I started to rub Kate’s back when she told
me that she would like me to start at her feet tonight. I always loved to
massage her feet and legs. I started with one foot. How I would do this was
sit with one foot in my lap and the other behind me then change position. As
I rubbed Kate’s lovely feet I sat more on the bed and further back. This
made her have to spread her legs even farther apart and it gave me a great
view. I could see her pussy in this position and some of her ass. I was in
heaven. If the night were to end now I would have been happy. I started to
rub her ankles and calve and then to the back of her knee. This is when the
show would begin. I stood up and my cock popped right out of my pj’s. I
think she saw it but she said nothing. I just left it like that. I knelled
between her legs and started massaging I would lift her leg to get to the
front. As I would lift I could see her pussy lips move, I continued to rub
and I worked my way up to her ass. I would let a finger brush against her
ass and inner thigh. She let out a soft moan. This was wonderful. Kate had
beautiful legs, great shape and a slight tan. She told me to start on the
other leg. This time when I put her foot in my lap she moved it all over my
lap, letting it touch my cock. This sent shivers through me and I thought I
would lose it. I repeated the whole act again for my sister. Rubbing and
caressing her legs like a lover. When it got to the point when I would kneel
between her legs I would reach back with both hands and rub both legs and
slide them up to where the robe was covering her. Then I got bold and would
let my hands touch a little of her ass. Then the next time I let them slide
between the crack of her ass. This made her let out a little gasp. I just
continued doing this, a little touch here and a brush there. Kate told me
that it was time to start on her back. I had to sit next to her on the
bed…side saddle … and I started with her shoulders. She reached back
with one of her hands and placed it right next to my cock, then she lightly
touched it and put her hand back to her side. She said nothing and I said
nothing. I had to scoot down further and work her middle and lower. Kate
told me to straddle her like I used to. I told her that I was too big and
she said that it was OK. But sitting on her ass was too uncomfortable and I
scooted down and as I did her robe came with me a little at a time. I
massaged her back and for the first time her ass. She said nothing. I glided
my hands across her flesh using more lotion to make real slippery. What a
fantastic thing to do. Spending the night massaging my sister’s body. Seeing
her ass for the first time and glimpses of her pussy. Kate told me to slide
down a bit further that she was getting cramped. I did as I was told. Then
she told me to rub way up to her shoulders. This was awkward. With me so far
down and having to reach up, my cock was placed between my sisters well
greased buns. She said that that was it, to keep doing that. I did what I
was told. I stayed with my legs spread planted just below her ass and
reached up to her shoulders and back down. My cock was gliding between her
cheeks the sensation was making me dizzy. Then Kate started to rock back and
forth and jutting her ass up meet my strokes. It was too much for me I could
feel myself starting to cum. Then Kate reached back and with both hands
spread her cheeks so my cock was sandwiched between then and cheek fucked my
cock. I exploded and cum shot from my cock and over my sisters head then
another spasm and another. I shot come all over her back. I was so grateful
for the release. Kate lay there very quiet, hands still pressed my cock
between her buns. My cock throbbed and pulsated. Then my sister asked if I
had cum all over her back. When I told her I did and she told me to clean
her up, which I did. Wiping my cum off my sister’s back only made me harder.
But I did as she said. When I was finished Kate rolled over and looked at
me. I almost came again when I saw her tits. She said I was naughty for
shooting sperm on her and I felt really bad. I told her I was sorry that it
was an accident. Kate told me that I would have to start with her feet and
massage her front. I had never done this before. I just stood there with my
cock jutting out from my pj’s. “Rub!” Kate told me. I planted myself,
kneeling between her legs. I massaged both legs at the same time and worked
my way up to her pussy, which wasn’t even hidden any more under her robe.
Each time I came to the top of her legs she would spread them a bit more and
let out a soft moan or a gasp. I could only stare at her pretty tits as I
massaged her legs, my cock still sticking in front of me. Kate began playing
with herself one hand massaging her pussy and the other pinching her
nipples. This was a dream. My big sister masturbating as I watched and
massaged her. She continued this until she came. When she finished she told
me to scoot up so now I was straddling her belly and she instructed me to
massage her tits. This was the first time I had ever touched a girl’s tits.
I reached out and she guided me and told me how to move my hands around her
breasts and finger her nipples. I did this when she reached for my cock and
slowly began to stroke my young flesh. She kept her eyes closed and didn’t
say a word. She pulled me closer in time and let me slide my cock between
her tits and she asked if I could cum again and when I said yes she pulled
me close and let me enter her mouth. The warmth and softness of her mouth
caused me too shoot my second load into my sister’s mouth. I shook as more
of my cum came out in waves of pleasure. Well, that’s my story. It’s hard to
believe that that was over 20 years ago. Kate and I have always continued to
stay close. She taught me much as a kid and into adulthood. We still have
special times.
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This story follows on a month after An Irish Family, I hope you enjoy. xxx
Kind of rough, but you will get the idea
As I should’ve guessed by now, having lived most of my life in Arizona, the monsoon wasn’t as close as I’d thought. I’d sped home to get under cover before the rain started, only to be greeted by wind and thunder and lightning. It all looked ominous, and it smelled like rain, but I could’ve stood outdoors with my face up, staring at the clouds, and stayed that way for a long time without ever getting wet. I sighed and went inside. My landlords’ three cats, already terrified by the ominous rumblings outside, suddenly remembered it was dinnertime, and set up an unearthly howling, the weather temporarily forgotten.
I gave them twice as much wet food as they were supposed to have in the evening, figuring that if the little furballs went into a digestive coma afterward and missed the storm, it would be better for all of us.
I’d been housesitting for three weeks while my landlords escaped the heat in San Diego. This was a great arrangement; in exchange for eliminating the rent on the guest house I leased from them in back, I could stay in the house, if I chose, and my only duties were to entertain and look after the cats, collect the paper and mail, and just keep an eyeball on the place. I could live with this plan for the rest of my life, or at least the rest of the summer.
I went into the guest bedroom where I sometimes spent the night and changed out of my work clothes, stripping entirely before slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top. If there had been other people around, I would’ve kept on my underwear, but it was hot and muggy, and I didn’t need to have anything binding around me. I would’ve considered wandering around the house naked, except I wanted to keep the window shades open and watch the storm let loose, if it ever did.
The cats had already demolished their food and disappeared for the evening as I came back into the living room. I sifted through the mail and found a mistaken delivery, to the new guy across the street. I thought that I could drop it in his mailbox tomorrow morning, but as I looked out the front window, I saw that he was in his front yard, dutifully raking up leaves and debris even as the oncoming storm tried to thwart his efforts. I paused and stared at him a few minutes.
Damn, he was cute! I’d already discussed this with my landlords, a gay couple, and we three were in total agreement. His name was Theo, and he was a professor in the fine arts department of the university. He was Greek, either by birth or by heritage, and he was one of those dark fellows, not very tall but well made, with curly black hair, and a beard and mustache. The few times I’d approached him to give him another piece of errant mail or to exchange phone numbers, in case of an emergency, he seemed nearly as shy as I. He spoke with a trace of an accent, and perhaps this made him reluctant to say much of anything to a stranger, but he smiled easily, I think, when I wasn’t too bashful to look away.
How stupidly bashful could I be as I felt myself tingle in several places as I looked at him, though? He was wearing the traditional summer uniform of the neighborhood, t-shirt, shorts and sandals (a departure from the more popular rubber flip-flops), leaving me with a pleasant view of his legs and bare arms. I wondered if he had a girl friend (my landlords wondered he had a boy friend); so far we’d only seen Theo and Theo alone, and one of my landlords had smiled at me before they’d left for the coast and mentioned something about hope springing eternal as he cocked his head in the direction of the house across the street.
“Fuck you,” I told him sweetly, waving good-bye to them both. Who was anyone kidding? I’m nobody’s cover girl. I enjoy food and loathe exercise. It’s boring as hell. Even if I was at my ideal weight, I doubt that it would be in keeping with the good old American standard of anorexic girls being the ones all the guys are looking for. All the women in my family have breasts and hips and butts, and none of that would go away if I dieted into oblivion. (The one time I did lose weight, the only man in my circle of friends and acquaintances who showed any interest in the new, svelte me was a guy with an established reputation of screwing anything female. There was talk that he’d go after boys, too, and I believed it. He did have a prick the size of my vibrator, and he could stay as hard as it for an incredibly long time; on the other hand, he had about as much personality as a vibrator, and the best thing about fucking with him was that I didn’t have to keep one hand on him to make sure that he stayed in place.)
Depressing memories and realities aside, I thought that I might as well be the good neighbor and give Theo his letter and warn him about the storm. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my keys, turning on the porch light and a side light in the living room for good measure before locking the door.
“If you stay out here much longer, you’re going to get hit by lightning,” I said by way of hello. “Where in the world did you find garden tools with metal handles?”
“The last owner left them in the storage shed,” Theo said, looking at the rake in his hand. “You don’t think this is a good idea?”
“I think that there’s a reason for Home Depot selling wood-handled rakes and stuff. It’s about to let loose anyway,” I added, looking up at the sky. With the clouds, gray and grayer and nearly black, swirling above us, a deluge seemed imminent.
“All right.” Theo moved the wheelbarrow to the side of the house, in front of a gate that he said was padlocked from the other side. He tried to gather up the loose tools to carry them into the house and into the shed in the back, only he had more than an armload, and I volunteered to help. We exchanged a rake and a hula hoe for the letter I’d intended to give him, and I followed him through the front door. “I’m trying to be a good neighbor and look after my yard.”
I smiled at his back, slowing as he put on a few lights; the stormy pre-dusk had undermined any natural lighting afforded by open windows. “Everyone thinks that you’re doing a good job,” I assured him. He was happy hearing that and in the spirit of neighborliness, offered to give me a tour of his house. My smile was a little more self-conscious then. “I’ve already seen it. Whenever a house goes up for sale in the neighborhood, everyone makes it a point to investigate it.
“But, I like all of your bookcases,” I rushed to add. The living room was sparsely furnished, as was the rest of the house, but the longest stretch of wall in it was filled with tall bookcases, probably custom-built, most of them filled with hundreds of books.
“You like books? Me, too. This is the first house I’ve ever owned, and I swear that it will be the last. I don’t mind traveling, but I hated to pack up and move every few years. You see that I don’t have much furniture, so that wasn’t a hardship, but I got tired of seeing my books disappear into box after box. You can come over some time and look through my books, if you like.”
I murmured in agreement and we went through the house, out into the back yard. As Theo put away the tools in the small shed, I surveyed the yard. It was long and narrow, like the entire lot, and while the previous owners hadn’t spent nearly as much time working on it as they had the front, at least they’d put in some trees and allowed them to become established. Theo closed the shed and noticed me observing the back forty. He sighed.
“I don’t know what is to become of all this space,” he announced. “Here,” he indicated the small patio that we were standing upon and which ran the width of the back of the house, “I am having a spa put in, and making a grape arbor over half of it, but the rest –” He trailed off, as though those projects would do very little to improve the yard overall.
“Oh, I think this is nice. There are a lot of trees.”
He nodded. “Yes, good ones, too.” He led me out into the yard and we stopped by each. Like in the garden that I hoped to have one day, all of the trees were fruit-producing, and the previous owners had found some that I would’ve doubted to have much success in the desert (what one can do with drip irrigation and grey water!). There was an apple and an apricot, two lemon trees, a tangerine, and a lime tree. “I wish I could have an olive, right by the patio, but somebody told me I cannot.”
I explained to Theo that the city council had banned fruit-bearing varieties of olives, but he might plant a sterile one. He shook his head. “I know they are messy, but why have an olive tree with no olives?”
I nodded. “I know what you mean. But there are still a lot of old trees in town, and just about anyone who has them will let you pick as many as you want. I’ve done that before, and cured them.” Not in a few years, admittedly, but when I had, they’d turned out as good as any in an expensive deli.
“You have!” Theo’s face lit up, a bright spot in the gloom. “My mother made olives, and my aunts in Greece still do. I’ve helped, a long time ago, too. Perhaps we can go olive-picking this autumn.” I was ready to agree to anything, seeing that lovely smile. I commented that he might consider a pomegranate tree near the patio for shade and some privacy around the spa. He liked that idea, and just as a very loud and sustained roll of thunder washed over us and we looked at each other, both of us thinking that it was high time to leave the back yard, I noticed something odd over his shoulder.
“What’s that?” I asked, already having a good idea. I walked around him and went up to a stone sculpture, a little taller than I. It was standing near the back corner of the yard. It appeared to be a column, carved smooth on four sides, so that, except for the point at the top, it might be a very short obelisk.
On its top was the head of a satyr, bearded and crowned with grape leaves. Tendrils curled around its stone horns. The sightless face was calm and serene, very nearly unsatyrlike, only that the sculptor had given the tiniest curl to one side of the mouth, so this fellow was not quite as tranquil as he first let on.
“This is another reason for me staying in one place,” Theo chuckled, “my little herm. The nuisance weighs a lot, more than I, and I think he gets heavier with each move. I think he wants to settle down.”
“I think he’d be happy here, with all the trees.” I tried not to look down the front surface of the column.
“When things are more put together, I am going to move him to the patio, so he can enjoy it as well as I. He’s not going to be relegated to this lonely little place for much longer.” Theo patted the stone satyr on the shoulder.
“He’s – it’s very nice. I’d guess that he isn’t an original.”
“Oh, ho, not at all! He’d be in the Louvre or the British Museum if he were, or maybe even the Getty. No, I bought him in Greece years ago. He’s copied after some classic herms, but he isn’t quite in keeping with those. He’s made more for the tourist trade now.” Theo reluctantly pointed to the place I’d tried to avoid looking. “Today’s people are more prurient than the old Hellenes.”
Well, since he’d pointed, I might as well look. Most pictures that I’d seen of herm, or ones that were part of museum collections, had some indication of genitalia carved in the otherwise unadorned column. What I remember seeing were bas-relief depictions, or merely outlines, of an erect penis with a very symmetrical set of testicles balanced beneath.
No such false modesty for Theo’s herm. This statue’s genitals were three-dimensional, standing away from the column boldly in a thatch of carved pubic hair, and accurate in every detail. The fellow was uncircumsized and erect, pointing wickedly to the sky, yet the head of his penis was still somewhat encased in his stony foreskin. One could almost imagine that if a little patience were practiced, the glans of that erection would peek completely through, smooth and round and very, very hard.
A shattering clap of thunder had me imagining that in the next few seconds, either Theo or I would be struck by lightning. We weren’t that unlucky, but the thunder seemed to have opened the clouds at last, and we found ourselves in the middle of a downpour. “Back to the house!” Theo cried out to me, taking my hand and pulling me to him, in that direction. I didn’t think he needed to be that dramatic or that blunt, because I had no intention of standing out here any longer.
By the time we reached the patio, we might as well have run a mile in the rain. We were both drenched, and I followed Theo’s example and kicked off my sandals on the stoop before going into the utility room. Theo was laughing at our appearances (“wet desert rats!”) and he pulled two towels from the drier, handing me one as I tried not to drip too much on the floor.
I took the towel Theo had given me and made a few sweeps of my hair, giving it more attention than I wanted (it was only wet hair, after all) when I caught him watching me. The movement of my arms had called my unbound breasts into play, and my chilled nipples might’ve raked the thin cotton of my tank top had the wet cloth not clung to them possessively. Because of this, my newly-hardened nipples were mercilessly outlined, only decent due to the fabric that was rain-plastered over them. With an inward sigh, I put the towel over my shoulders, like a shawl, affording a curtain to this delicious little peep show.
“You said you like books. Let me show you something,” Theo suggested in a brittle voice, obviously wanting to change topics, spoken or observed. I followed him into the master bedroom. It was larger than most, the space at the foot of the bed capable of holding a pair of chairs clustered around a low table. There were a number of coffee table-style books on it, and Theo handed me the top one. “Here is my most recent work. Photos and text are both mine.” His eyes darted in the direction of the master bathroom. “If you want to look at it, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I smiled and took the book. As he disappeared, I settled myself on the poured-concrete footboard of the platform bed; it seemed more comfortable that either of the chairs in the room. I pulled the towel from my shoulders. It was already clammy, and I had enough of that from my top and shorts. I began to skim the pages of the books, bright, bold colors of Greek villages and the Aegean sea. I couldn’t stop thinking of the herm outside, or its shameless erection, being lashed by an Arizona monsoon, and I thumbed through the book, wondering if there might be any photos of Greek sculpture.
I glanced up as a heard a peculiar noise come from the bathroom. I couldn’t recall if Theo had closed a door, but the bath itself was recessed, and one had to go through the equivalent of a walk-in closet to reach it. As a result, privacy was assured even without a door.
Nevertheless, I nearly dropped the heavy book as I saw him reflected in a full-length mirror against one wall of the closet. Theo had pulled off his shirt. I don’t know where it had gone. His shorts were pooled at his ankles. He was leaning against the bathroom counter, his face screwed up in an inscrutable expression as both hands hovered over his groin.
He had grasped his fully erect penis, and although it was obscured with his actions, it could only be described as generous. The head was crimson and obviously bloated, ready and eager to bore into any willing female (or male, if my landlords had anything to say in the matter). I slid the book down to the floor, propping it against the footboard, never taking my eyes from this graphic demonstration. Without diverting my eyes, I pulled my top up to my armpits, releasing my breasts.
I attacked my nipples then, grasping each one between prodding fingers, the aureoles round and pebbly as the firm nipples swelled even more at the vigorous attention. We each pleasured ourselves for a little bit, my tits trembling and shaking as the crotch of my shorts was caught up high between my legs, growing wet with my juices. At other times, were I to stand up suddenly, I’d be embarrassed to have to recover the fabric from between my ass cheeks, but there wasn’t a thought of shame in me right now.
I gasped as I suddenly realized that Theo wasn’t masturbating, but trying to ease the blood from his erection. He was taking deep, open-mouthed breaths, attempting to calm himself, and with distress I began to see his penis pale, softening a little in his grip. My groin lurched at the spectacle, and I could feel the lips of my vulva alternately open and purse, begging to accept this rod if it were only offered. Even if he didn’t have fucking in mind, why on earth didn’t he relieve the tension in his groin the good old-fashioned way? There were towels within arms’ reach, and he’d no doubt feel better if he were only to allow nature to take its course.
My mind raced. I wasn’t being entirely altruistic, thinking only that Theo ought to be treating himself more gently. With each soundless gasp that escaped through his lips, I could swear I saw Theo’s erection flag a little more, the purple hue of animal passion drain into the ashen color of civility. I squeezed my breasts to my chest and suppressed a deep sigh, even a throat-seizing groan. Maybe I shouldn’t have — maybe I should’ve called to Theo in this uncontrolled way, calling him to me like a stallion to a mare, a dog to a bitch in heat. After all, it was no mistake that I (yes, me!) must have caused this wonderful, sexual response. My hips were jutting forward, and I took a deep breath.
“Theo, can you come here a minute?” I said in a raised voice. I could see him pause, distracted by me, and this brief respite allowed his unruly penis to try and recover its former glory. Oh, God, I saw it jerk hard in his hand! I felt a phantom prick, and big as the one he was trying to suppress, working its way into my cunt as a matching pulsation twinged between my legs.
“A moment,” he replied, working again, now with more fervor on controlling his desire.
“No, now, please.” Each word was a sentence, a calm but irrefutable command, and I was pleased that I’d had the good sense to make my request in a sane manner. I watched as he pulled his shorts up his legs clumsily, and I grinned as I noticed, him walking back to the bedroom door, that he’d only drawn the garment over his front; his firm, perfectly-formed ass refused to be bound unless he made a stronger effort to conceal it. I leaned back on the footboard, and when he ducked his head around the door to see what I considered so important, his face froze in surprise.
My breasts were still exposed; I’d left them on their own to argue our case as I’d pulled the crotch of my shorts to one side with my left hand. With my right, I teased open the folds of pink skin and gave a tiny cry of pleasure as I located, then gently pinched my swollen clitoris. It was as excited as his penis, only I wasn’t doing anything so foolish as trying to stop the ecstasy I was feeling. Knowing that I had his undivided attention, I toyed with my clit for a few moments before I eased my index finger between the moist lips of my vulva, into my vagina. I trembled, partly for show, mostly for the fierce sensation I’d given myself. The walls of my pussy sucked at my finger greedily, and my pelvis rocked my buttocks on the hard seat.
I’d fixed my eyes upon him the moment his head had appeared around the doorway, but as I masturbated, my eyes focused and unfocused dreamily upon his face. Perhaps that made the fact that I’d never displayed myself so explicitly for anyone as I was doing now easier for my rational mind to accept.
“I’m sure there’s something that would feel even better than this.” It took a lot of effort for me to say this without slurring my speech or moaning like a banshee. I pulled out my finger, and a wet, soaked sound of lust accompanied it.
“We hardly know each other.” That was certainly true. If I intended this to be our first sexual encounter, what had been our first date, or our courtship? Looking at the erection on that herm?
Theo didn’t leave his hiding place, but I could see in the mirror that his ass quivering as he pulled himself against the door-jamb. No doubt he was pressing his cock against it, a final attempt to conquer the unconquerable. Was it as hard as I’d first seen it? Oh, please, I silently begged any higher power that smiles upon these salacious matters, let it be so!
I swallowed hard and forced some saliva into my dry mouth, so when I spoke, it wouldn’t sound like a rusty latch. “We know each other well enough to know what we need.” Yes, there was want there, but there was also a need, possibly greater than we could imagine or dared to admit. I stood up, a little wobbly; my toes burrowed into the carpet, steadying me, and I waited a few moments before slipping my shorts down my legs, stepping out of them defiantly. I heard him start to make another excuse, and I silenced it with a groan, as my hands went to my chest, massaging my breasts and sliding under the soft skin of them.
“Please, Theo,” I said in a weirdly detached way. No, I wasn’t detached from the request; I was only begging politely.
I let him watch as I pulled at my nipples with my extended fingertips until they were as hard as I ever remember them being. I stood still then and offered the rose-tipped flesh to him. “Your herm is ready for me,” I said quietly; if he didn’t like what he saw, a chunky but extremely horny woman standing in his own bedroom, I doubt that the herm would give a damn. There was naked commitment in my voice, “If I have to, I’ll go out there and take care of myself.”
I was dead-serious, and Theo knew it. I think that we could both imagine me walking bare-skinned across the yard, defying the rain and the thunder, my feet and legs spattered with mud, my hair plastered in strings to my back and shoulders. I squirmed as I imagined myself embrace the column, my feet unsure in the slurry of gravel, sand and mud, but then straddling the constant erection, wet with rain, and a moment later, wetter with my lascivious urges. I groaned as a clap of thunder rolled over the house.
Please, Theo, I prayed, I want it this way.
I held onto my breasts as Theo surrendered, coming out of the bathroom/closet, still maintaining a partial modesty. I think his prick was the only thing keeping his shorts at his waist. He faced me, dark eyes drinking me in, and in spite of his protests or attempts for reason, I could smell not only his fresh sweat, but the underlying aroma sex that emanated from him. No man smells like that who doesn’t want to act upon such desires. I felt his hands touch the tops of my breasts, and I released them to his warm, willing hands. “What tetas!” he murmured, obviously pleased. He leaned down to kiss each one hello, rolling the nipples around in his wet mouth like hard, sweet candies. “Such tetas! So lovely!”
I murmured a thanks and pulled at the waistband of his shorts. Without a struggle, they came away and dropped to the ground, while his erection defied gravity and prudence. It was as bold as when he’d first tried to restrain it, and it hovered expectantly in front of me, as if knowing exactly where to go. This close, I was immediately intimidated by the size of it. All those unromantic and accurate terms for it raced through my mind: boner, club, schlong. Even if I disregarded such vulgarities, I was facing no less than a big, fat cock.
Theo looked up from my breasts and chuckled. “Now a little frightened?” he asked. He might’ve been teasing me, questioning my motives, but his thumbs massaged my nipples, very wet with his saliva, and I doubt that he wanted me to change my mind now.
“Maybe, a little. It’s been a while, that’s all,” I replied as bravely as I could, but yes, I was frightened, too. It was beautiful and terrifying, all at once.
“Yes, for me, too. That’s why he’s so lusty.” Theo put his mouth against my ear. “But he’s always this big.” He finished this statement with a warm chuckle.
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want – you,” I whimpered and put out my hands, taking the erection in them both and placing it between my thighs. I didn’t angle it up to penetrate me, not yet, but merely settled it along the length of my groin, so Theo would realize in very little time how hot and wet he was making me (and had already made me). Now, having straddled my own living herm, I embraced him, my arms around his shoulders, my hands twining in his dark, curly hair. My breasts crushed to his chest, and he released them to slide his palms over my broad hips.
Each large hand grappled with a buttock, eventually pushing them in rhythm so that his hips ground against mine. “What lovely round cheeks you have. Nice juicy handfuls!” He kneaded them like dough, as his penis jerked and bucked against me, eager to find its deep, dark refuge. It very nearly hurt as it stabbed up at me, and I wondered if Theo were in pain, the blunt, eager head trying over and over to find a sanctuary.
The two of us bravely kept it at bay, focusing on each others’ panting mouths with their probing tongues and parted lips, or on my nipples, nestled in the mat of dark hair on his chest, or my buttocks, massaged with growing desire. Here was our missing courtship, a little unorthodox by our quick undressing but passionate and loving, nevertheless. Oh, he had a nice ass, too, maybe a little too round for some womens’ tastes, but dished in nicely upon the sides, unbelievably sexy under my touch. My fingers trembled as I explored him. His skin was hot to the touch.
I cried out as a bold knuckle, which had been pressing delightfully against the bud of my anus, withdrew to allow a fully-extended finger to waggle its way up my rectum. The cheeks of my buttocks closed hard around the intruder’s hand, but not before I had realized how quickly (and effortlessly) he had entered me. “Ah, do you like me knocking at your back door, to play there, or not?” Theo asked; the rapid, easy penetration had suggested one thing, but my tightened bottom another.
“I’ve got to get used to it.” He wiggled the coy offender in place. It felt awfully good. I smiled at him and rotated my ass in reply. “That’s a nice start.”
“Then I’ll do it more,” he promised. He might’ve, had I not been nearly knocked from my feet by a massive pulsation of his penis. I shuddered at the sensation, crying out in surprise, and he let go of my rump. His finger dallied its way out of my butt, tickling me between my cheeks. “I think it best if we relax on the bed.” I nodded and stepped back, the turgid head of his erection dragging itself wetly over my vulva and clitoris. I shivered and moved quickly to the bed, tossing back the covers and sliding onto it on my belly, reveling in the coolness of the linen sheets. Theo was a bit more reserved, as there was no way to lie on his stomach without great forethought.
I rolled onto my back and brazenly splayed open my legs. “Are you always this accommodating?” he chortled.
“Oh, God, never before,” I confessed to him with complete honesty. That was true, and I hoped that he believed me, but it was also true that I was seduced by his maleness, wanting and needing it beyond all reason. “You are just so – ” I fought for the right word, and didn’t find it, ” – nice. Sexy. Handsome. Horny – I mean, you make me horny.” I groaned and massaged my breasts, not caring how I looked or what he thought; I had been transported to ultimate desire. I’d nearly been there before, watching him clandestinely from across the street, then masturbating in my bed, imagining how he might feel and how he might fill me if he were to lie between my legs.
“I am so hot, I can’t stand it,” I breathed. My hips rolled up, the lips of my groin winking open for him.
Maybe I should’ve calmed myself down then and given some thought to just kissing and cuddling together on the wide bed, or, allowing him to suck on my nipples more, but all of my body was concentrating on my genitals, and they nearly cried for satisfaction. “I need you, Theo.”
He nodded and held his ground. How he could just stand there, nude, erect, oozing a thick, big bead of precum –
“You can make love to me,” I said, “but if you just want to call it fucking, that’s all right, too.” No commitments, just sex. If that was all that happened, I’d be unhappy about it, but it had happened to me before and I’d survived. This time felt the best of my previous sexual encounters, and I feared most it coming to nothing. Even now I had astounding memories to treasure.
“It is all the same,” he said with a sultry smile, approaching the bed, “fucking, rutting, making love. I will do all that to you. Would you like that, little one?”
I only groaned a positive reply, the erect penis hovering over me. My hips levered up, hungry and needy, and I kept them suspended as the slick head of his hard erection finally kissed my pussy lips in welcome. His strong hands supported my buttocks in a warm hammock. Then flesh made way for flesh, softness for hardness, and when I came to rest upon the mattress, I was pinned there with a delightful, demanding pressure upon me and within me. I cried out my first orgasm then, with just the head of his cock within me, opening the passage in a tender but relentless manner, pushing the lips apart. Theo hardly minded my wailing, and stared lovingly at me until it and my climax passed, his cock-head tenuously anchored within me. Then there was a long, slow introduction to his organ, my vagina stretching and clasping around it. It was a tight fit, but he went with the utmost ease, until the root of his penis pressed hard to my throbbing clitoris, and I knew that it wasn’t going to be my last climax.
His first orgasm was swift. Barely four complete strokes passed before he muttered something I couldn’t understand, then a stiffening of his whole body, as though his cock had taken control of him. A hot fullness followed with a coarse groan from deep in his chest.
Theo cradled me in his arms, his head and chest slightly raised over mine. The barest tip of his tongue played over my lips, and when they parted, it slipped in to touch the hard and soft interface between my upper lip and my teeth. Such a small, nearly innocent gesture, yet I was already beginning to undulate against him, desiring him again. “Ah, little one, what a lively creature you are,” he laughed low, retrieving his tongue and pushing his lips to mine.
“I’m hardly little,” I replied. There wasn’t much difference in height, and his solid, just-over-slim build made me uncomfortable with my proportions.
“Well, I want a term of endearment for you, and I thought that one was not too familiar.” I laughed aloud at that; we had just endured bone-shattering orgasms in each other’s arms, we were sweating like plow horses, my pussy was oozing the thick cream of his semen, and his penis looked as though it had been iced like a cinnamon bun. If that wasn’t familiar, Theo had a different dictionary than the one I used. I think he caught the irony, and he cocked his head. “Shall I call you dear one?”
“That’s nice,” I smiled, settling back on the pillows. “I like little one, though. It sounds fine, coming from you.”
“I shall call you all manner of sweet things, and show them to you, too.” His smile was big and very white against his beard and mustache. He kissed me again, impulsively, and trying to maintain this cavalier aura, he jostled me in his arms. There was an additional thrust of his groin against my hip. “Tell me, little one, if I had not come to my senses, would you have gone outside to be satisfied by the herm?”
The worst part of the storm had passed, but there was a steady rain pattering on the window above us. His eyes studied me closely, and I could be nothing less than honest. He had seen me naked and desperate, unashamed by acting like a whore in front of a near stranger. “Yes, I would’ve gone out there,” I replied, “but I only would have been relieved by the herm. Here I was satisfied. By you.”
He blinked at me several times; although he smiled, his eyes were somber. He was trying to find something to say, but nothing seemed adequate. I felt the pulse of his penis on my skin, and I moved a little into it, and it responded with an immediate thickening. I sighed in pleasure at this small victory, his desire returning as quickly as his erection. Now he found words. “Shall I satisfy you again, dear one?” I had already slipped from his grasp and assumed the posture of a woman in heat. With a chuckle, he replied with that of a man in need, in lust.
We ate the sausage and mushroom pizza in bed, not wanting to be far from it in the event our sexual appetite returned, although we would’ve used any willing surface to support either one of our backs. Theo had gone to answer the door, even though I teased him that he wouldn’t be able go five minutes without an erection. He’d tossed the comforter over me to hide my charms from his all-too-easily persuaded eyes, and turned his back on me as he slipped on his shorts. I’d planned to fix him when he returned, and arranged myself in all my naked glory in the center of the bed. Propped up on pillows and cushions, my index and middle fingers were deep in my pussy as I heard him humming, coming back to the bedroom. He’d anticipated my trick, and he was already nude, half-erect, as he came into the room.
He balanced the pizza box on the foot-board and climbed into bed beside me. “Such a wicked thing,” he nuzzled my cheek, pulling my hand from between my legs. “I thought we both decided we were hungry.”
We had, and I might’ve made some flippant comment about preferring lowly pizza to sex, except I could only watch and let out a thin sound of desire, as he took my offending fingers and sucked them dry, one by one, never taking his eyes from me. “What a lovely appertif,” he sighed, savoring each one. I thought it best to restrain myself during dinner, and we sat together like old college friends, sharing a glass of Coke as we ate over the pizza box. In spite of our remarkable reserve, the pizza was slippery with cheese, and we each suffered our share of spattered tomato sauce and the errant mushroom slice. A quick lick here or there served for a hasty clean-up, but we’d benefit from a real shower after dinner.
Theo put aside the pizza box and the uneaten portion and I rolled onto my belly, feeling pleasantly but not overly full. The gnawing sensation from having missed dinner several hours ago had been appeased, and I was returning to my reverie at being naked in this wonderful fellow’s bed. I turned up my head as he lay beside me, and he kissed some tomato sauce from the corner of my mouth. “Would my little one like a shower?” he said, reading my mind.
“That would be nice.” I could hear the rain continue outside, slowing at last. I certainly didn’t want to go home. To prove that point, I swayed my bottom a little, and Theo ran his hand from my shoulder, where he’d been tangling it in my hair, down my spine and over my buttocks, letting it remain there. The very tips of his fingers dropped into the curving crack. He leaned forward and nuzzled my shoulder.
“Do you know what a hoplite is, little one?” he asked me lazily, the pads of his fingers pressing against my buttocks almost imperceptibly. While I don’t think I reacted outwardly, I heard a catch in my inner voice. Had he read my mind again? I murmured a yes, and found myself spreading my legs apart more than slightly so that the cheeks of my ass moved apart as well. Theo rumbled a laugh in his chest and took advantage of this development; his fingertips touched lower against my flesh, coming to rest on the narrow strip of tissue that formed the separation between my buttocks. “Do you know how they loved?”
I raised my head and looked at him over my shoulder. “Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. Your beautiful bottom seems intrigued by such things.” To prove his point, a single finger touched my anus, resting there lightly but persistently, like a dragonfly on a blade of grass. I let out a hiss of desire. “You see?”
“Yes.” I hoped that he might put a finger in me again, as he had done while we shared our first sensual embrace, but he didn’t. “I’ve only done that once before, Theo,” I told him matter of factly. “Actually, it was done to me. I’d said I was interested, and about all I did from that point was to get on my hands and knees. The next thing I knew I had the guy’s entire dick up my ass.” I said this as quickly as the encounter had been for me. “It hurt like fire, and there was blood afterward.”
“Oh, your poor bottom!” he said empathically, regarding it with a certain sadness. “What an idiot he must’ve been.”
I shrugged, acknowledging his assessment of my previous encounter. “Well, it didn’t happen again.” That one experience hadn’t completely soured me on the idea, and I smiled at Theo. “I’m not unwilling, with the right person, and the right touch,” I said quietly. The dragonfly pushed against me very nicely, and I sighed, a smile curling my lips.
Theo drew me from the bed and took me into the bathroom, which had a separate shower stall and bathtub. We decided on a shower, the bathtub really only made to accommodate a single person – we’d wait for that new spa to explore our lust underwater. Our initial soaping brought Theo to a proud erection, as large as it always was, just as he’d whispered into my ear. I was a little anxious, but I’d been consumed with pleasure during our first intercourse. Now he was unerringly patient, massaging my buttocks and my thighs, rubbing my belly and breasts with an erotic massage that in time made me willing to do anything with him.
With a generous handful of liquid soap and warm water, I turned my back on him, leaning against the glass of the shower walls as he gently pried my cheeks apart. I fondled his penis and positioned the swollen head against my skin. I finally gathered up my courage let go of it and pressed my hands to the glass, forcing myself to breathe evenly and deeply. In this position I had to trust Theo entirely.
Each exhalation from my lungs was a form of relaxation, and I felt the turgid knob of his erection rest low between the cheeks of my soapy buttocks. I tried not to tense up. I’d licked and sucked it in bed, and it didn’t seem so threatening there. On the other hand, my mouth could open a lot wider than my ass, which seemed to have a particularly stubborn mind of its own, particularly at a time like this.
A few moments passed, and now I felt Theo press the glans against me with a heavy, deliberate tension. My sphincter widened gradually and stayed that way. No relief, no respite. I heard myself mewling and crying, tiny sobs, but I wasn’t going to say no or stop. More pressure. Please don’t let it be pain, I prayed, forcing myself to take deep breaths. Water from the shower spilled into my open mouth. More pressure. “Oooh,” I moaned, locking my knees so I wouldn’t jerk away from between Theo and the wall.
There was a sudden ease in the pressure, only a tiny bit, really, but a notifiable change, and I heard Theo laughing in the rush of water. My sphincter was stretched open and being held there by the width of his erection. Theo’s hands slipped around me, taking hold of a heaving breast.
“Look, dear one,” he urged me, “see how pretty you are in the mirror.” He could see me pressed against the clear glass of the shower door, and as he saw my smile in the reflection, he squeezed my breasts.
“You look so happy. Even your tetas are happy.” My nipples were hard and pleasingly sore with his kisses and nips. “And how is your little pearl? Is it happy, too?” One hand reached down between my legs, coaxing my clit out of its fleshy sheath with a few tempting strokes.
I leaned against him, trying to watch us. “Are you in all the way?” I asked, nuzzling his neck.
“Oh, my heavens, no, little one. A little at a time. No more this time. This is a strange, exotic place for both of us. We need to go slowly so we can explore it.” I reached behind me and discovered that only the head of his penis had penetrated me; the shaft was nestled between my cheeks. “You see? Just my juicy purple plum on top – it feels good just like this, doesn’t it?”
I could hardly argue with him. I was pleasantly opened, and my mound was being fingered expertly. I began to respond to that, which in turn, tightened my anus around his erection. He grasped at the tightness, which only served to spur me to another spasm of passion. We took turns gasping for air, and after an brief but intense interlude of squeezing and massaging and prodding, we came one after the other, my body leaning heavily against the glass, water cascading over my shoulders and back, my clit burning down to my toes, while Theo cried out like the thunder, delivering wave after wave of come into me. He carefully leaned on me, as the spasms passed through his penis and into my body, and already I was anticipating the next time we joined this way, taking his erection just a little deeper into my body, locking it into me ruthlessly.
I moved in a week later.
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