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“OUR BOYFRIEND”

Our Boyfriend
By Blueheatt
__ When a daughter brings home a new young boyfriend from school, she find her mom’s interest in him sparks some long talks with her mom. Mom had favored him to be her daughters first sex partner….but first she wants to ‘teach’ them a few ‘things‘.
__Each afternoon after school Trish’s mom took her and Tony up stairs and started teaching them ‘things’. Secrets that were not to be shared with Tony’s parents, teachers at school or in fact anyone except the three of them. Trish and Tony felt very special to be mom’s selected ones to receive these ‘adult’ secrets. They both made sure that no one knew about this. They were both very excited and any ‘sex talk’ made them both feel…horny, and they both wanted to ‘experiment’ as young people do.
Mom…..
I saw a chance in Trish and Tony, to correct things I had not known about when I was their age. They were both perfect at that ’experimental’ age. I had a husband and twin sister who understood me very well. My outlook at sex had brought us all immense pleasure.
I wasn’t going to have a daughter of mine left in the dark about sex. If she was old enough to ask a question, she deserved an answer. She knew I would give her a true answer to any question she might have.
Myself and my twin sister, well we were left in the dark and became ‘street wise’ the hard way. We overcame all the bull we were told or not told and found ourselves being ‘natural’. We liked sex because it felt good, plain and simple. We found out how to make baby’s and controlled our futures. When we were young we found that rubbing our pussy’s felt good, so we did it…in private.
My wonderful husband understood us and just let us be ourselves. When we met, he wanted to have sex with both of us….so we all did. (and still do…shhhhh)
Now back to Trish and Tony. I deal with my urges, and I have….. some I don’t share with sister or my husband. I’ve had private talks with Trish and she has some of mine too, even when she was younger. Now at her present age we share some of those urges. I never had brothers and never got play sex games with them like other girls did. Other girl would tell me about their brother and how they played Dr., then feeling each other and more.
Trish told me when she was younger how she found a neighbor hood boy she got to play with. She did many things with him. I was very envious and ask her for all the details. She told me everything they did. I got so hot listening as she described everything in vivid detail. She saw me getting all aroused and said she would try and get me a young guy play to with. I at first said no, I’m fine Trish, I had your dad to play with. Then she said: “Why not?”
I explained all the reasons ‘why not’ and she said: “ …but what if know body knew?” I had no reply for her.
I was lying to her and myself. I really want a young guy to play with bad. Screw taboo, I had a huge urge to have sex play with a young guy. She found Tony and brought him home. She talked to me private. Tony likes you mom. He likes your nice full tits and says you are sexy. Tony likes older women and he says it’s his weakness. He’s seen you before and says he gets erections over you mom.
When she said that I lost it.
I said: “Look Trish.” I pulled my dress up and showed her my wet pussy. Her eyes went wild looking at my pussy. “That is so hot mom, Tony’s making you all turned on. If Tony saw that…omg… I know he’d get an erection so fast….. “
She shouldn’t have said that…..I got a hot flash like no other….I had to have Tony anyway I could….
At 3pm school let out and Tony was suppose to come over, I put on a pair of shorts on, tight fit, a tiny top and lots of perfume. I met Tony at the door and kissed him hello…..I had not done this before. He gulped… and kissed me back but let his tongue graze my lips…my heart started pumping hard. I returned the kiss only I stepped forward and felt his erection…..while we tongue kissed I pushed my vagina into his hardon…..I whispered in his ear: (“Trisha won’t be home for another two hours, we’d better go up to my bedroom and……talk..”)
He followed me to the bedroom with his hands on my waist and ass. I hadn’t had a boy do that in while….I took a big breath and stopped at the top of the stairs….I turn around and…..look at that gorgeous face, …I….. kissed him with my tongue going wild…..I held his face with one hand and went for his hardon with the other….
I don’t know what got into me!…..I had to have him….I turned around….. and he grabbed my breasts…I closed my eyes and he started kissing my neck. His hand slowly went bare skin on my breast while the other slipped down my front to my pubic hair….I held on to his hips while he found my clit….oh it felt warm…..I parted my legs and relaxed myself and a slight wiggle….
We ended up next to my bed as he lowered me down……we kissed…I ran out of breath…..I just had to have him as I undid my shorts….he already had his hardon out…I took my shorts and panties clear off just as he slipped his hardon in…..oh my god….it was huge. He started in kissing me and slow pumped me….I wrapped my legs around his legs…..my daughter will have a fit if she finds out. Oh heaven I have the guy I want….his face is all red with the excitement and he speeds up. I dig my heels in his legs…..he has the youth and it shows. I rub his back and he drives it in deeper….oh…oh…my god he going to cum….I squeeze him with all I have and…..there it is…
…..a mega cum over and over again….I like it oh how I like it…..I can’t get enough of him…..
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We sneak around and fucked as much as possible….my daughter found her true love elsewhere. We rented a room for him in our house. Late at night I sneak into his room and we continue our love affair….he likes to get me from behind…..I suck him till he begs me to stop…..
Like my husband doesn’t know it…..a-hum….I wake him and do him too….

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A chance at a new sex life; Part 12

All characters and events in this story are completely fictional of my own creation. Any similarity to real events or people is purely coincidence. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. I am not a professional nor even an amateur writer. Please remember this when reading. Positive comments about storyline are welcome.

Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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WOMAN FROM FRANCE WITH CRABS

A woman from France is touring in the United States when she develops a serious case of the crabs. She decides to go to a pharmacy and get some medicine for her condition. Her English is not very good and she tells the pharmacist, “I vould like some medicine that geet reed of bugs in de bush.” The pharmacist misunderstood her and told her to go over to section with lawn care products and select one of the strong insecticides. The French woman did as she was instructed and bought one of these products.
In a week she was back in the pharmacy again and talking to the pharmacist. He asked her if her condition was cleared up.
“Why yes, eet is,” she replied. “In fact all of de bugs in de bush are gone. My hair down there, eets gone too. And Pierre’s moustache—eet’s also gone!”

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Tell Mitch the Truth

Last summer I bought my new home and I lived there as a single guy. My neighbors were Mitch and Sylvia. He was 33 and she was 31. In a few months I would also be turning 31. We all kept in fairly good shape, and Sylvia’s butt really had my attention. She was brunette with shoulder length hair and medium size titties. She often wore shorts that showed a wonderful shape of her cute butt. Also, her skirts and dresses were just the right length to tease without creating a scandal.
After a week of living there, they invited me over for dinner. I showed up at 6:30 with a bottle of wine to have with our dinner. Sylvia said, “Thank you Jeff for the wine,” as she pulled the chicken from the oven. She wore a short summer dress about four inches above the knee and a slight hint of cleavage.
We sat and ate as we talked about living in this town. They gave me a lot of advice about things like the supermarkets with the best deals and a good mechanic that won’t rip you off. After dinner we all had a second glass of wine to finish off the bottle.
As we were drinking they talked about swimming in their pool. Sylvia asked, “Jeff, do you want to swim in our pool?”
I answered, “Well I don’t have my swimsuit with me. I could leave and be back in about 5 minutes.”
Mitched replied, “Well, that’s OK Jeff, we can wait, right Sylvia?”
Sylvia replied, “Well if you want to, that’s ahhh – – We never wear swimsuits in the pool. You can if you want, we don’t care. Make no mistake, this isn’t a sex thing, were just nude. When Mitch and I took a trip to the Caribbean a few years ago, we spent time on a clothing opptional beach. Most of the people there were either nude or topless. We took our clothes off and have been doing it ever since. Seriously, go get your suit if you want, it doen’t matter to us.”
Thinking about this situtation made me a little nervous and also excited. My interest overshadowed any feeling of being uncomfortable.
Mitch took Sylvia by her hand and as they were walking away he looked at me and asked, “Jeff, are you coming with us?”
I said nothing as I followed the two of them out to their pool. Since Sylvia said this is not a sex thing, It is fortunate that I jacked off just before going over there. I was not confident in my control over my dick in that situation. Once outside, the two of them walked over to a table covered by an umbrella shade. Mitch took off his shirt and pants and stood there with a bare ass and cock. Sylvia pulled the straps of her dress down off her shoulders and pushed the dress lower and lower down her body. She stepped out of her dress standing there with no bra and a pair of light blue panties. Her tits were cute and perky. She had a nice little body.
This was intense, so I was more than just a little happy about what I was seeing. I walked towards both of them as I took off my shirt then my shoes. With some hesitation I dropped my pants with my boxers still on. Then I closed my eyes and finally took off the boxers. I stood there with my bare cock for both of them to see. Without staring or overreacting, Sylvia appeared happy about my nudity. Standing there in her light blue panties she reached in the air and stretched, “I love to go skinny dipping.” Then she slowly began to bend over and remove her panties. Then she stood upright and I could see that she was completely hairless down there.
Both Mitch and Sylvia used the stairs to descend down into the water. I followed soon behind them. As we swam in the nude my bare lower half felt free and liberated. After ten minutes of swimming Sylvia got out and stood at the edge of the pool. Mitch and I looked up at her with the slit of her hairless cunt in plain view. I knew that I would be masturbating later that night thinking about her.
We got out of the pool and joined Sylvia at the table. Mitch gave her a couple of pats on the ass as he said, “We forgot to have dessert, let’s go inside and have desert.” We put on our clothes and went inside. After eating I stayed for a few more minutes. I needed to get home to stroke my penis. So at the right moment I said, “Thank you and good night”. With in ten minutes, I was releasing my load while thinking of Sylvia’s cunt.
For the next five to six weeks I would visit them occasionally, especially on the weekends. I would see the two of them and then swim naked in their pool. There were a few times when I would be at the pool with only one of them. Being naked there with only Sylvia or Mitch felt a little odd. However, it was just like Sylvia said, “This isn’t a sex thing.” It wasn’t sexual for them, but I had a different attitude and had to jack off before each visit.
One Saturday I was visiting at their home having lunch with only Sylvia. After lunch we were ready for the pool. She was wearing a light colored, medium length dress that showed her legs quite nicely. We were sitting in the livingroom as Sylvia was looking through her purse trying to find some lip gloss. Her legs were at an angle that made me think about her panties. Even though I had seen her bare crotch many times, the sight panties under a short skirt or dress was very pleasing to me. As she kept looking in her purse I kept looking at her legs. Her legs kept moving back and forth in a way that I might be lucky to see a flash of panty. I sat on the floor while I adjusted my sandals. Then her legs moved where I saw her panties which was a nice thrill and I wanted to see them again. She found her lip gloss and just as the second sighting of her pink panties came into view, Sylvia saw me looking up her dress. I was embarassed and a little scared that I might have .destroyed our friendship.
She quickly closed her legs as she applied the coating to her lips. She did not seem upset at me, but did show a body language that wanted to get away from anything sexual. This was a very awkward moment for me and I did not know what to say to Sylvia. Then she smoothed the situation over with trying to show a happy disposition. She started talking about some subjects to avoid the reality of me looking up her dress. This helped the situation but now she clearly knows that I think about her crotch in that special way.
After the tension of the moment had passed, Sylvia said, “OK Jeff, time for the pool, let’s go.”
We stripped naked and got in the water. Even though we were swimming naked together she was avoiding me. She had her back turned to me and slowly moved towards the other end of the pool. I think she still felt uneasy because of my sexual interest that she had discovered.
After a few minutes Sylvia got out of the water and picked up her clothes. She said to me, “I will be back in a few minutes as she walked naked toward the house with her clothes in hand.
I got out of the pool and five minutes later she returned wearing something different. It was a white dress with blue trim that was halfway up her thighs. This dress also complimented her shapely legs. She brought some snacks from the refridgerator and asked, “Would you like something?” I was not really hungry so I only took a few grapes and reclined on the lounge chair.
Then I realized that she was still thinking about what happened and maybe a little disappointed in me. She avoided looking at me and appeared as if she was about to say something. She looked down with one hand on her forehead. I could not shake the feeling that my looking up her dress fucked everything up.
While I was laying naked she stood in front of me not saying anything. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, “Let me tell you something that I did about a year ago that involved this dress that I’m wearing. Now it’s one thing to be nude in some places like this, but out in public there are things that we have to be careful about. Doing things that society says we shouldn’t can be a little fun. Last year I had this fantasy and I acted on it. I decided to go to our local mall wearing this dress with no panties.
I was very interested in this titilating story and she continued. “As I walked by the many shops, I past a shoe store. I thought that I wouldn’t dare sit in that chair while a salesman kneeled at my feet. I walked away and enjoyed the air tickling me under my dress. I kept thinking about the shoe store and finally found the nerve to go in there. I sat down in one of the chairs and a young salesman assisted me. I think he was a college student and this was probably a summer job. When he helped me try on my first pair of shoes my knees were about two inches apart. With every pair he brought me, my knees got farther and farther apart. On the forth pair of shoes, I saw the lustful expression on his face. He knew what I was doing and luckily I was the only customer in the store. When he returned with the next pair of shoes, the box holding the shoes was placed right in front of his crotch. I knew he had a major hard-on which he was trying to hide.”
This erotic confession from her was making my dick stir with excitement. Then she continued, “At that point the salesman knew that I was playing a naughty game. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My knees were wide apart and my crotch was completely exposed to him. I kept my eyes closed and I did not watch to see if he was looking. I assumed he was looking right at my pussy. I quickly paid for a pair of shoes and left the store with my cunt totally dripping with excitement. When I got back home I laid back in that lounge chair and masturbated for almost an hour.”
When Sylvia said she was masturbating, my cock got harder and now I was completely erect. It was obvious that she new about my erection even though she was not looking at it. Then she sat in a chair next to me and said, “When you were looking up my dress, I was reminded about what I did that day last year.” Then she opened her knees slightly and asked, “Is this what you wanted to see?” She opened her knees a little wider and asked me, “Do you like looking up a women’s dress? She teased me as I got a few quick glances of her panties as my dick remained hard.
Then she took off her dress and kept her panties on with no bra. Sylvia finally commented on my penis. “Oh my!!! That story about the shoe store must have had quite an effect on you. Then she sat beside me and placed her hand on my knee. Her hand kept moving further and further up my thigh. Then her finger tip slowly reached out and pointed to my erection. She said, “Yum, I really like that.” Her finger moved closer and closer to my cock until she finally touched the tip.
I felt a little wrong so I asked, “What about Mitch?”
Sylvia replied, “Oh please, don’t mention him.”
She began tapping it lightly as the sensations got more and more intense. As she was handling my erection she started to ask me questions. “Is this what you wanted that first night you saw my bare pussy?” While undergoing such intense pleasure I did not feel like talking. She kept talking as she handled my cock. “I’ll bet you jacked off that first night after you saw my bare ass. That’s right, you’re a horny bastard that likes to look up a women’s dress. You like to see panties, isn’t that right? You jack off because you keep thinking about my bare pussy, isn’t that right.” I nodded my head and mumbled, “ahhmmmm”. I didn’t feel like speaking, so I just sat back and relaxed.
Finally, she stuck her tongue out and licked my hard shaft. She continued licking as her hand began to rub my balls. Then she placed my cock inside her mouth and began to suck. I just let her do whatever she wanted. She sucked and fondled as my pleasure increased. She began to rub my shaft on her tits as I saw her nipples touching the tip of my penis head.
She went back to sucking my cock and fondling my balls. After another minute of sucking I stopped her and said, “Let me eat your cunt.” She laid back on the lounge chair and smiled with anticipation. I got close to her crotch and pushed her thighs apart. My tongue went down and tasted her snatch. I slowly moved my tongue up and down her slit. Then my hands went up to feel her tits. I rubbed her fleshy breasts and felt her nipples between my fingers. As I felt her nipples, my tongue continued to lick her cunt.
My tongue, lips and face enjoyed her hairless snatch. Her female scent was great and I kept sucking her cunt. My tongue and lips grabbed her clitoris as I intensely sucked. The stimulating of her clit made her head sway back and forth. I sucked and licked as my hands returned to feeling her tits. Then Sylvia rolled over and got on her hands and knees and said, “OK, do it Jeff.”
I grabbed her hips and brought my hard dick to the enterance of her cunt. Slowly, I pushed inward and started to pump. My hands kept feeling her ass as I fucked her from behind. Each thrust of my cock felt fantastic. I moved in and out of her for another minute and then wanted to try a different position. As I pulled away from her she had another idea. Sylvia said, “Lie down here.” When I lied down she straddled me in a sixty-nine position. She immediately started sucking my dick as I began to eat her pussy. She was enjoying the cunt taste left on my dick. I held her lips apart with my fingers as my tongue poked and licked her.
She was moaning and then tensing with muscle jerks. Her butt was shaking as I was getting close to ejaculation. Her body relaxed so that she could go back to sucking. As she sucked and licked my butt lifted off the lounge chair because I was just about to burst. My first shot went into her mounth and with that signal she began sucking twice as fast. Then five seconds later she sucked slowly as my cum dribbled out of her mounth.
Sylvia stood up, looked at me and said, “Jeff – – -Thank you so very much.” Then she dove into the pool and I followed her. For the next few days Sylvia visited my home for fucking and the sixty-nine treatment. I wondered how I could be Mitch’s friend when I’m having sex with his wife. I tried hard not to think about what I was doing to Mitch.
The next weekend Sylvia was away visiting friends. I went over to their home to visit with Mitch. We started watching a ballgame on TV. The score became so uneven that it was no contest. We got bored and decided to go swimming. Mitch dropped his clothes at the edge of the pool and dove in. I took everything off and was in the pool about a minute later.
After five minutes Mitch got out of the pool and put his shorts on. He said, “I’ll go get some drinks for us.” He returned with a miniature cooler filled with beer and soda. I got out of the pool, took a soda and lied down on the lounge chair. Mitch had a beer and was tapping at the pull tab before opening it.
Mitch became serious and said he needed to talk to me about something. He stood there and said, “Jeff, – – – Something is wrong with Sylvia and I’m not sure what it is.”
I became nervous from this talk about Sylvia. I tried to be calm as I asked, “Well like what do you mean?”
He replied, “Ever since last weekend she has been hard to talk to. Something is really bothering her and she won’t tell me what it is.” I knew exactly what this was about as I tried to play dumb. “Now Jeff, you talk to her a lot. Has she said anything to you?
I answered, “Well nothing of any real importance.”
Then Mitch explained, “I know that something happened with Sylvia. I’m pretty sure you know what it is. Now I know that it was you and Sylvia – – – – and everthing is gonna be OK. I just need to know what happened. You and Sylvia did something is that right.? You know that I’m a very open-minded guy, right. —– so just tell me.”
He knew something and since he really was an open-minded guy I figured that I would tell him something. I would just tell him part of what happened. I took a deep breath and said, “Sylvia sucked my dick.”
His eyes opened wide as he said, “Really – No shit.” Now with a bit of a smile on his face he said, “Wow that’s really something. Now did she ask you or did you ask her? Oh wait, that doesn’t matter. Now the main thing I need to know is —- did any part of you touch her pussy? She gets horny sometimes and things get out of control – – – I understand.”
Mitch’s reaction helped me feel relaxed so I gave a full confession. “I ate her pussy and then I fucked her.” He started to shake his head in confussion as he asked, “I thought we were friends, how could you do that? When I said that something happened, I thought that you two had an argument or something like that. Being an open-minded guy doesn’t mean you can fuck my wife.” He started screaming and was really angry.
Not only was it clear that I had destroyed our friendship, but I was really scared that he was going to hurt me. He was standing and I was still lying there naked. We were both the same size and I know that I could defend myself, but he had the out of control anger. Then Mitch said, “Sylvia and I had something special and you completely fucked that up. You have destroyed my life.”
He kept screaming as I began to apologize. “Mitch, I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.”
He seemed to become slightly calmer while there was still noticeable tension in his voice and body. He was still holding his beer can and yelled, “You Son of a Bitch”. As he said that he threw the unopened beer can against a brick wall and the foam exploded all over.
My heart was pounding as he said, “You totally fucked up my life and now you owe me. You’re gonna make it up to me – – – right. You are going to come over here and suck my cock.”
At that point my fear changed to an unexpected shock. After a few seconds I explained “I’m not gay. I don’t do that.”
Mitch replied, “That doesn’t matter. I want some fucking payback and you are going to give me what I demand.” I briefly considered running and jumping over a section of fence. Since I was naked the fear of snagging my ball sac on the top of the fence made that idea quickly fade away.
I tried to calm him down. “Mitch, I’m really sorry. I really wish it never happened. I’m so sorry.”
This did no good. He replied, “You’re sorry – – – were you sorry when her mouth was going up and down on your dick? Were you sorry when she was spreading her legs for you? With a clenched fist he added, “You are going to blow me, is that clear?”
I was not gay and sucking cock was not something that I thought I would ever do. The curiosity was always there, but I liked women better. The curiosity was not enough to make me go looking for that kind of sex. If I ever did it I knew that he would have to look very similar to me. That means height, weight, body shape and cock. Mitch and I were similar in many ways.
Mitch looked at me and said, “I’m losing patience with you. Don’t make me ask again. You better get on your knees and open your mouth before I fucking kill you.” I was nervous and not quite ready for the idea of a penis in my mouth. I knew that doing this would help me get out of here in one piece. I rationalized that this would be a way to satisfy my curiosity and stay alive at the same time. He removed his shorts which left us both naked by the pool.
I was nervous as I got on my knees and got closer to him. My hands moved to the sides of his thighs as my mouth hesitated in front of his cock. Then my head moved forward and I stuck out my tongue. My tongue touched the head of his penis. I licked it several times and then placed his cock inside my mouth. His shaft was starting to get bigger and harder. Then my nervous feeling suddenly changed to arousal.
As I began to suck my hands moved to touch his balls. Now he was hard and the shaft poked the insides of my mouth. I kept sucking as my arousal kept increasing. My hands fondled his balls as my lips massaged his handsome cock. Now I was completely hard. My hand moved down to my penis where I felt a little bit of precum at my tip. I rubbed this as I sucked. I couldn’t believe how hard I was from sucking a dick.
By now it was hard to hide my enthusiasm for cocksucking. As I kept sucking, “Mitch asked me, “You like sucking cock, don’t you?”
I couldn’t lie as I answered, “Oh fuck yes!!!”
Then he added, “This won’t be the last time you suck my cock. Am I right?”
I answered with enthusiasm, “Oh yes please.”
I see that cocksucking is making you hard. After fucking my wife, don’t expect me to return the favor. You just keep taking care of yourself.”
As my mouth held his cock, I kept one hand on my erection. As I rubbed my penis my pleasure kept intensifying. I sucked and stroked at the same time. His hardness was inside my mouth and I could not stop sucking.
My penis was very hard and needed more stroking. I quickly spit in my hand for lubrication and returned to sucking and stroking. His cock moved in and out of my mouth which my tongue, lips and cheeks were all enjoying. Before this point, the only hard penis I had ever felt was my own cock during masterbating.
My cock was so excited I couldn’t last any longer. As I kept sucking, my dick started squirting out cum right between Mitch’s legs. My sucking was slowed down for a few seconds until my cumming stopped.
Then I returned to taking care of Mitch. I wondered what I would do with his cum when it was in my mouth. I had swallowed my own cum a few times from curiosity. So I guessed that I could do it here also. I kept sucking and stroking him. Mitch was getting close and I was ready. Then I felt the cum shooting into my mouth. I kept his cock in my mouth until he was done cumming. Then I got the cum together all in one spot in my mouth and swallowed. It tasted like sex and it was a little bit salty. Mitch said, “Now we’re even.” Now it seemed that Mitch was OK with everything.
Then we swam in the pool and relaxed for the next hour. I gladly returned the next day for more cocksucking and Mitch definitely appreciated it. I began to think about a possible threesome with Sylvia and Mitch. However, I would feel strange if a women watched me suck cock. What I had, were visions of her sucking while getting doggy style fucked.
The middle of the week came around and I arrived at Mitch and Silvia’s for Wednesday night dinner. After eating and swimming we put on our clothes and went into the livingroom. Mitch and I were wearing shorts and shirts while Sylvia was topless with only panties on. I made no effort to hide the fact that I was looking at Sylvia’s crotch. I kept looking because I love the way panties shape the female crotch.
Mitch and I were standing about an arms length apart. Nothing was said, but a lot was known about what the others have been doing. Some things were still kept secret and some things not.
Sylvia was walking between us and then came and stood by my side. She held my arm and pulled herself closer to me. Her nipple touched my arm and then her whole breast pushed up against me. Mitch’s view of this was clear and I was a little concerned. She held her tit against my flesh as her lips got close to my ear. I wondered if she was having this contact with me in front of Mitch on purpose.
Then Silvia whispered something in my ear. “Jeff, did you suck my husband’s cock?” I was shocked at her question and yet my dick got a bit of a jolt. At this point it was clear that these two had been telling eachother everything and I was being used. To be honest, being used like that gave me great pleasure. She asked again with a slightly louder voice, “Was his erection in your mouth?” They were playing games and I was happy about it. I could not seem to smile so I only gave a slight nod of my head. Then she asked, “He is my husband – – – we are married. Do you think it was OK to do that?” She clearly wasn’t upset, especially since we all knew that she spread her legs for me.
Sylvia continued, “Mitch has no control, he will put his dick in anything that shows interest. Like that secretary at his office. I asked Mitch if one day I could eat her pussy. I am really looking forward to that.” She walked over to Mitch as he was taking off his shorts. She casually kneeled in front of Mitch and began to touch his cock. After thirty seconds of touching and licking her husband, she asked me, “Are you going to just stand there or are you gonna help me get my panties off?”
I quickly dropped my shorts and got down behind Sylvia. After a quick pat on the ass I pulled her panties down to her knees and then off her feet. I was half erect as my hand moved around her to feel her breast. One hand had her tit as the other moved up her thighs to touch her fleshy cunt lips. I rubbed her clitoris as she was holding Mitch’s balls and sucking his dick. I could feel the wetness from her pussy on my fingers. As she sucked I began to finger fuck her. At this point, we were both completely erect and I wanted more than just my finger inside Sylvia. My dick would have to wait some more. I got on my back under Sylvia’s pussy. I started to move my tongue on her lips and tasted her sex. I licked and sucked her clitoris with a lot of force. My tongue rubbed, licked and probed, then after three minutes of stimulation, she was starting to get off. Now It was time to please my dick.
I got directly behind her ass and rubbed the head of my penis on her vaginal opening. She was well lubricated as I slowly pushed myself into her. My penis moved in and out of her as she gave her husband oral sex. I loved holding her buttocks as my cock kept thrusting into her. Then Mitch interupted and said, “Time to switch.” We changed positions with my dick in Sylvia’s face.
Mitch held his wife’s buttocks as she put my shaft in her mouth. She began to suck fast as Mitch fucked her from behind. My cock felt wonderful in her pretty mouth. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the shape of her ass as he kept pumping her. Sylvia had no inhibitions as she sucked and fucked us both.
It was clear from Mitch’s face that he was close to cumming. Then he hit it with faster and faster thrusting filling her cunt with his load. I was also getting close to exploding. She sucked and sucked until I was almost ready. She used her hand to stroke me about ten times and then went back to sucking. I said, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum —I’m gonna cum.” She kept me in her mouth as I began to shoot inside of her. She sucked a few more times as cum fell from the sides of her mouth.
We had more of these meetings including twosomes and threesomes. That was the advantage of having sex freaks as neighbors.
The End
Thank you for reading my story. If you like my style read the other stories by 69licks.
Visit these PUBLIC clothing opptional beaches. Do yourself a favor and jack off before your visit and try not to stare.
Rooster Rock State Park (east end) Oregon
Wreck Beach – Vancouver, British Columbia
Black’s Beach – La Jolla, California (not officially nude, but authorities pay no attention)
Haulover Beach – Bal Harbour, Florida
Gunnison Beach (Sandy Hook) – Gateway National Rec Area – New Jersey

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Linn, a cute anthropomorphic kitty, is overly stressed for an upcoming calculus exam. Tricked into a sexual encounter by her friend, she soon figures out just how how stress can be relieved trying to take a cock far too big for her body!
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A Night Alone

A Night Alone
Mike and Stacy had been dating for about a year, and their relationship was great. The loved each other and they made love like no one ever had. Still in high school, to two had to keep their love making sporadic, taking time when they had it, or squeezing in a quick session when the situation did not allow for intense love making. Whenever their parents weren’t home, Stacy and Mike often jumped at the opportunity to use the house, to make love, to not have to worry about their parents interrupting.
Mike’s family, his parents, and younger brother and sister, planned a weekend getaway to a vacation spot far from his home. By their luck, the two managed to get the house empty for a weekend, and to get Stacy’s parents to believe that she was staying at a friends house. They planned to share a rather peaceful and uninterrupted weekend of lovemaking. They scheduled their evening for Saturday night, after Stacy got off of work. She told her parents she would be going to spend the night at a friends right after work, but instead, went straight to Mike’s house. Upon arriving at his dimly lit home, Mike wrapped Stacy in a tight embrace, kissing her lips. The love the two shared could never be explained, it was simply amazing and undeniable. He loved to hold her in his arms, kissing her, hugging her. When their lips finally parted, Mike took her hand and led her downstairs to the bathroom. He turned the shower on hot and started to undress. He pulled his shirt up over his head as Stacy undid her bra and took of her shirt. Mike couldn’t help but move forward and kiss Stacy again, the sight of her breasts instantly making him hard. He always thought she had the most beautiful breasts, just the right size, with little pink nipples, his absolute favorite. He continued to pull off her pants as she kissed her roughly, his hand finding her clean shaven crotch. He slowly slid his fingers along the length of her slit, rubbing lightly, while still kissing her passionately. He pulled of his shorts and underwear with his other hand and let his already hard cock spring free. Stacy move her hand to grasp his cock and stroke it slowly, all the while the two stayed locked in their embrace, kissing each other. Mike broke the kiss a few moments later and held the shower door open for Rachel to enter.
The hot water washed over their nude forms like a waterfall. Finding the crevices of both of their bodies, sliding between Stacy’s breasts and over her legs, water falling from the tip of Mike’s erect penis. The kissed each other again, it was obvious that the two had trouble keeping their mouths away from each other, they always seemed to be locked in a kiss. Mike grabbed the soap and filled his and Stacy’s hands with soap. They lathered each other up, each starting at the chest, Mike putting a excessive amount of soap on her nipples, and Stacy putting a bit more soap than needed on his cock. He pinched and kneaded while she stroked his penis and balls with soap. He worked his way around and soaped her ass, while she soaped his back, using her nails and scratching along the length of his back. They scrubbed and scrubbed, more for pleasure than any need to get clean. Once they rinsed, they washed their hair and grabbed towels, stepping out of the shower and drying off. Mike couldn’t help but stare as Stacy dried off. He watched her run the towel over her breasts, then down her body. He watched as she bent over to dry her legs and feet, her beautiful butt facing him. He shook his head in wonder at how he could be with someone so beautiful.
The two went upstairs to Mike’s room. The room was clean, with a couch and a bed, and was romantically lit with candles. The room was bathed in a dim reddish light and the two quickly let their towels slide down to the ground and immediately started kissing, their naked forms pressing against each other. Slowly, Mike pushed them closer to the bed, laying Stacy on her back while he laid over her, supporting himself with one arm as he continued to kiss her. He laid himself down next to her, and broke away from their kiss. This was one of his favorite parts of their foreplay. He slowly started to move the tips of his fingers over her body, starting at the top of her chest, moving down between her breasts and down around her belly button. He moved his fingers over her thighs, back up her stomach, and then over her breasts again. He kept his fingers moving, all the while admiring her body, taking in the beauty of her nude form. It was beautiful, with the mountains of her breasts, and the valley of her stomach, he couldn’t help but stare. He slowly started to move closer to her nipples, gently rubbing them, then pinching them. He then moved his hands down and closer to her lips, playing with her thighs first, then with the area around her pussy. He ran his fingers on either side of her slit, then gently over top of it. He kissed her as he rubbed, passionately locking their mouths, then moving to suckle on her neck. He kissed and licked her neck as her breathing became heavier, becoming more and more aroused. He then moved his mouth up to her ear, breathing deeply into it then kissing it. He sucked on her ear lobe, kissing and licking her ear, eliciting soft moans and deeper breathing from Stacy. He ran her lips down her neck again, then slowly moved down her chest. He placed his lips upon her nipple, kissing and sucking on it. He felt the nipple grow hard and moved across to the other nipple to do the same, until it was likewise as hard. Mike then moved his mouth down her stomach, kissing her belly button down to the top of her slit. He then licked down her thigh, down to her feet, then made his way back up, slowing down as he reached her center. Mike then kissed her slit from top to bottom, making sure not to apply to much pressure so not to get her to excited. Once he reached her ass, he ran his tongue along the outside of her lips, starting at her ass, then moving up to the top of her crotch. Stacy moaned quietly as he teased her, doing enough to make her horny, but not enough to please her. Mike took his tongue and starting at her ass, ran it up through her lips, and over her clit. At this, Stacy’s back arched and she let out a whimper. He repeated this over and over, doing it for her pleasure as much as his own. He loved the taste of her juices, the warm liquid covering his tongue. To him, there was nothing quite as tasty as Stacy’s juice. He ran his tongue over her slit and ass until all of her juice was gone. Then he moved a hand up and pulled back the skin that covered her clit. He flicked his tongue over it and watched her shudder as a wave of pleasure ran through her body. He flicked his tongue over her clit repeatedly, watching her gasp and moan as the pleasure coursed through her. When he thought she could take it no more, he took her clit between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make her feel serious pleasure, he suckled on her throbbing clit. He moved it between his teeth and licked and sucked on it. Stacy grabbed his hair with one hand and the bed sheets with another, moaning loudly as she neared her climax. As she reached her climax, she arched her back and opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound could come from her parted lips. Her face flushed red and her stomach tightened as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body. Then as quickly as it started, it ended, and she let her body go limp, her breathing heavy. Mike licked the last bit of moisture from between her lips, then kissed his way back up her nude form. He lay down beside her as she moved her head to rest on his chest, still breathing deeply.
After a few moments of rest, Stacy lifted her head up and kissed Mike passionately. She did the same he did, first kissing his neck, and then moving up to kiss his ear. As she kissed his ear, his body moved and squirmed, a subtle feeling of pleasure moving through his body. He sighed as she moved back to kiss his mouth, then as she too, slowly kissed down his body. She worked her way down his chest and stomach and then down to his cock. She turned around and put both legs over his chest, affording him a nice view of her pussy and ass. She was shorter than him, so her area was kept out of reach from his mouth, but she loved to tease him like that. She kissed the tip of his cock and then took the end into her mouth. She ran her mouth down the length of the shaft, taking all of it in her mouth. She repeated this, moving her head up and down his cock, building up his climax. Mike bit his knuckles to keep from making noise, and took his other hand and grabbed her butt. His climax would come quick if he kept staring at her beautiful ass and lips on his chest. But before he could finish, Stacy spun back around and moved to crouch between his legs. She smiled at Mike as she kissed the tip of his penis again and then slowly kissed down the length of his shaft. When she reached the bottom, she pushed his cock aside and kissed his balls, before taking one into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Mike grabbed a handful of the sheets and breathed heavily, before she kissed back up his cock and down the other side, to suck on the other side of his balls. His hips bucked slightly as she did so, and he looked down to see Rachel smiling back up at him. She then licked from the base of his dick up to the tip, and then did likewise on the opposite side. As she reached the top she took the head of his cock in her mouth again then moved her head down his member. She moved up and down on his cock as she moved a hand up to massage his balls. She worked her magic on him, she was the only one who really knew how to please him. Before long, he felt his climax approaching and he raised his hips and grabbed a handful of Stacy’s hair. Stacy pulled back from his cock for a moment as the first few jets spewed forth from his penis. The first couple hit her lips and fell down to his cock and stomach. She moved her mouth back over the tip of his dick and swallowed the rest of his cum. She moved her mouth down his cock and sucked off the semen that had fallen on it. Then she licked up the pool of cum resting on his stomach. She smiled at Mike as she kissed the tip of his cock one last time, then ran her tongue along his shaft. She crawled up to lay next to him but kept a hand on his cock, gently massaging and playing with it.
They laid there together, naked, and kissing, for awhile. They ran their hands over each others bodies, just savoring the moment. Mike picked himself up and moved to lay over top of Stacy, between her legs. He kissed her passionately, and once again, they were locked in a deep kiss. He moved one hand down to grasp his cock, then he moved his cock up to rub against her lips. He rubbed it against her clit, then down between her lips, letting her warmth cover the tip of his cock. They continued to kiss as he slowly slid his member between her lips and into her hole. He took it slow, allowing her pussy to adjust to his cock, any faster and he would hurt her. Once he was inside, he pulled one of her legs up around his waist, and pushed himself deeper inside of her. Stacy gasped slightly and then smiled at him, pulling him close to her. She kissed him again as he began to slide his penis in and out her vagina. He started of slow at first, feeling her warmth around his dick, and then picked up the pace. As he moved he made sure to press his cock against the bottom of her pussy, hitting her g-spot and making her moan with pleasure. The moved as if in a dance for moments, both staring at each other and kissing as their pleasure increased. Mike humped hard, forcing his cock further into Stacy. As he humped her entire body shook, her face grew red and she threw her head back, gasping for air. Mike moved a hand down under her leg to rub at her clit. He rubbed hard, and pressed his body against her, as she ran her nails across his back, scratching at his skin. She gasped loudly as she came, her face contorted with pleasure as she again tried to scream, but no sound could force its way through her throat. She calmed momentarily, but Anthony did not relent. He kept driving his cock into her and rubbing her clit until she came again, and then, one final time. He tried to continue his play, but Stacy pulled his hand away from her clit and kissed him again. Mike picked up the pace and humped her vigorously until he felt his own climax approaching. A moment before he came, he pulled out of her and came on her. Hot jets flew from the tip of his penis and landed on her breasts and stomach. He held himself over her with both arms, and breathed heavily. He let himself fall down beside Stacy and kissed her gently. She rolled onto her side and slid her arms around him while he pulled her close to him.

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A Surprise in the Shower: Hailey’s First Time

David turned the left knob on the faucet two times counter-clockwise. Susan would always turn the hot water up too high for their showers together and having her out of the house for the weekend really got him around to enjoy doing things his way.
He let the water run, closed the curtain, and turned back to the mirror. He wasn’t old, he remarked to himself silently. He had the slightest hint of grey hair on the sides of his very business-like haircut, but the majority of his hair was still covered by that raven black that he had all his life. He hadn’t shaved since Susan left for her parents’ and the stubble on his chin might have been rough to the feel but it gave off a sort of reckless demeanor that he didn’t mind looking back at him. He was still in decent shape from his morning runs and the hair on his chest was still well-colored yet had the slightest hints of grey. He examined himself further on the full-length mirror. His abs were slightly visible and his cock seemed to have thickened with age. He remembered the first time he had gotten Susan into bed. They had a dim light on and when she pulled down his boxers to reveal his semi-hard dick she couldn’t helped but grab it and just grin like a ravenous carnivore that had just caught an injured fawn. She devoured him then and there, afterwards telling him he had the thickest cock she ever had ever put in her mouth.
The memories caused a bit of swelling. Wrapping a towel around his waist he stepped out of the bathroom and walked to his room to squirt a bit of lotion in his hand for some during-shower masturbation. He spread it on his cock and turned back to the bathroom.
He stepped through the curtains and was greeted by a muffled shriek.
“Honey…..” Is all he managed to say.
He stood there, staring at his fourteen year old daughter as she hurriedly covered her nipples with one arm and held the other between her legs. He should have said something. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Oh my god.’ Anything. Anything would be better than just silence as they both stand there naked.
“Honey Oh my god I’m sorry I thought you were asleep,” he finally blurted out before tripping over himself and falling back on the bathroom floor. He landed on his back with a thud, his feet dangling into the tub as his naked body sprawled out with his cock resting on his stomach. “Ahh fuck!” he sighed in pain.
“Oh daddy I’m so sorry!” She stepped out of the shower and reached her hands out to help him up, exposing her naked wet body as she did.
Maybe it was the pain, or the shock of seeing his daughter completely naked, or maybe it was the fact that they were both naked and wet. Whatever it was, David felt a shot of both panic and lust and just took in Hailey’s body with his eyes. She was still short, even though she had already started puberty over a year ago. At five foot one inch she was probably not going to grow anymore, but it didn’t really matter. Her body was amazing. She had perky breast that bordered the fine line between C cup and B cup. Her nipples were a crayon pink with smaller areolas with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers. She was petite but her hips curved and her thighs barely met when she stood up straight. David had remarked to himself about her attractiveness when she wore tight fitting clothes or whenever they were at the beach or the pool, but today, with her standing there naked and wet and obviously staring at his cock he really took in her sexiness as a woman.
His hands grabbed hers as he lifted himself up and wrapped a towel around her. His fatherly instincts got the best of him.
“Honey, I’m so so sorry. I thought you were sleeping,” he repeated. Her dark, wet auburn hair rested heavily on her shoulders as he stared into her big brown eyes. Her eyes, those soft but full lips, and that cute little nose just reminded him so much of his little girl. The same little girl he taught how to ride a bike. The same little girl that he would kiss and tuck in every night.
“Daddy, it’s ok it’s my fault. And well… now we know what we each look like naked,” she said with a friendly smile. They both laughed. Her sense of humor prevailed and some of the awkwardness of the situation was alleviated.
“I love you,” he said. It felt different. Different than when he normally said it.
“I love you too, daddy.” Hailey replied.
They both closed their eyes and leaned in close. Their lips touched softly as he rested a hand on her waist and the other reached around her shoulder to palm her back. He pulled her into him. Her wet nipples pushed against his chest while his cock pressed against her thigh. Her mouth opened and she responded by wrapping her tongue around his. They kissed deeply for what seemed like seconds but what wasmore than three minutes.
“Oh baby,” he said as he broke their kiss.
“Daddy…” she said wantingly.
He held her close still, their bodies pressed together and the head of his cock ever so slightly grazing the outside of her pussy. She felt her wetness seep through. She was soaking. When had this happened? During the kiss her pussy had gotten wet and her cute little nipples had gotten so hard that her daddy could clearly feel them pressed against his chest. She felt so sensitive. So bare and exposed.
“I don’t know what’s happening. This feels so right,” he said to her. “I want you Haily, I want you baby,” he said to his little girl.
“Daddy, let’s get back in the shower,” she said with a smile.
Her hand found his as she led him back under the warm water.
Under that water he held her close again, he kissed her, wrapped his arms around her, and grabbed her cute little butt with one large palm. Her butt was so firm and plump he could just turn her around and thrust his cock inside her that moment, but he knew this was her first time and he wanted to go slow and passionately with her. She was his little girl, afterall.
He kissed her for another minute, then kissed her neck, her shoulders, working his way down to her chest. He grabbed both breasts in his hands, rolling her left nipple with his right thumb as he took her right nipple in his mouth. His lips wrapped around it and his tongue lapped at it, up and down, as he sucked her hard little nipple. His cock was harder than he had ever felt. He wanted so bad to be inside her. He wanted so bad to just bury his thick cock in her tight teenage pussy.
“Oh daddy, oh daddy it feels so good, I’m so wet,” she moaned as her hands rested on his broad back.
“Are you baby?” he said as he took his mouth off her nipple. He kissed her other nipple as he slid his hand between her legs and felt her pussy with his palm. His finger sliding up and down her slit.
“Oh baby, you are so wet,” he confirmed. He slid his middle finger up and down between her pussy lips. He knelt down to get closer and was still not mouth level with her sex. He grabbed her thigh with one hand and lifted her leg to rest her foot on the edge of the tub. He kissed her clit deeply as he slid his middle finger inside her. She responded with a high pitched shriek as she felt her daddy’s thick finger slide all the way inside her. The feeling of his lips around her clit, his tongue wrapping around it and tasting her wetness sent her into a crippling orgasm. Her knees felt weak and she fell into him. His large hands held her little body up as he continued devouring her sweet little pussy. David had never tasted anything like it. His lips went from her clit, to her lips, to just taking her entire sex into his mouth. His tongue ran up and down her clit, in between her pussy lips, and even buried inside her tight little hole.
Her moans were short of breath and sporadic. He felt her fingers run through his hair as she grabbed his head and pushed him deeper into her pussy. She had never felt anything like this. Sure, she had played with herself in bed. Pinched her nipples as her other hand massaged her stiff little clit, but never had she had a man’s mouth on her. And for it to be her daddy’s mouth, the same mouth she had just been kissing, made it all the better.
David felt his little girl’s pussy tighten around his finger. She grew wetter, his hands, his mouth, his tongue, even his chin were now all slick with her juices. He ravaged her with his tongue, covering every inch of her pussy over and over again, furiously lapping at her clit and stroking in and out of her.
Hailey felt her pussy wrap tighter around daddy’s finger. Her whole body grew sensitive, and everytime daddy’s lips or tongue touched her clit she shivered all over, even though the water washing down her naked body, over her nipples, was warm. She came hard all over her daddy’s mouth, she felt weak, falling over onto her daddy’s head for support. He held her firmly in his hand as he came up to meet her eyes. Those brown eyes that he loved so much to just get lost in.
“Hailey, I love you,” he said with all the sincerity in the world. He did love her, more so than any father had any right to love their daughter.
“I love you daddy,” her hands wrapped tight around him, he had to hunch over but her arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed her deeply as he stood up straight, her hanging on tight as she was lifted into his arms.
There she was. Naked, wet, wanting, her arms around him, one leg wrapped clumsily around him while the other tried desperately to go around his thigh. His cock pressed hard into her thigh, just inches away from her wet pussy.
Perhaps he should have asked her permission, better yet, he should have ran screaming like any sane father would when he saw her naked in this shower. But instead, he lifted her just slightly, his hands on her firm ass, and brought her back down on his cock. The head of his rock-hard cock pushed against her opening, spreading her pussy lips around him. He kissed her deeply, his baby’s lips so soft and precious against his. He brought her in closer, the head of his cock sliding inside his daughter’s tight little pussy as she let out a little gasp into his mouth. She was so tight, he felt he could barely press in anymore without causing her pain.
“Baby?” He said.
“It’s ok, daddy,” she didn’t even need to be asked.
With that, he pushed his hips forward as he brought her ass down even more, another inch of his thick cock sliding inside her. She bit her lip as he saw a shot of pain flash across her face. He felt her hymen break, his cock stretching her virgin pussy around its girth.
“Ohhhh” she moaned, both in pleasure and pain.
“Hailey,” he whispered into her ear.
He began slowly thrusting into her, being careful to only slide a little more of himself into his daughter each time. He worked another inch in, the sensation of her wetness, her tightness constricting his cock was more amazing than anything David had ever felt. For this moment in time it was just him and his baby girl.
As he held her tight against him, her body suspended and completely in his arms, he kissed her again. He kissed her while his cock slid deeper inside her. He began bringing his hips in harder, his daughter’s tight pussy almost taking all of his cock. He could feel her juices on him. Her wetness slid down the length of his cock and down his balls. Water washed over them, he felt every drop as his baby girl’s nipples pressed against his chest and her little pussy was wrapped tight around his dick.
The more of his cock he buried inside her, the more she could take. He thrust harder, bringer her into him every time he pushed himself forward. As her pussy lips wrapped tight around the base of his cock, and the entire length of him was deep inside his daughter’s sweet teenage pussy, she felt his cock throb and twitch.
David knew he could not hold himself back any longer. He felt her wrap tighter, wetter. He felt himself throb with anticipation. His lips found hers again, and at that moment her tongue wrapped around his, her body shivered, and his cock released a shot of warm cum inside her.
They came together. His cock emptying an enormous load of cum inside her already filled pussy, and her orgasm shaking her against her daddy’s body. She felt cum trickle out of her pussy, onto his cock that was still buried deep inside. She felt so weak, but so safe in her daddy’s arms, she wanted his cock inside her forever.
After he had finished, he held her there, half in exhaustion half in confusion. He kissed her, a soft peck on the lips. His half-limp cock sliding out of her.

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Reverse Summoning

Okay folks, this is my first erotic story, so I’m not sure how sexy it is. I tried my hardest after reading a lot of erotica but I’m unsure if I pulled it off. I’m planning to write a couple more chapters, so we’ll see. Thanks for reading and I appreciate all criticism. I would also appreciate it if anybody sees any grammar or spelling mistakes, tell me please. Hope you enjoy.