Foster care 2 – Girls day out – spa day
Chapter 2 in this saga.
Chapter 2 in this saga.
Now that Alexis has been tamed, Ian focus turns to Janet. I wrote this with a more romantic angle. Please feel free to leave constructive feedback.
Experience is a great teacher.
The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was very young, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.
Names have been changed where needed.
A few months after my grandfather and I had started having sex, he introduced me to a friend of his. On Sundays we all piled into my mother’s station wagon and went to church out in the country, a rather large church I thought at the time. There was a lower level, a basement of sorts, though most of it was above ground, so all the basement rooms actually had windows. There was a large set of stairs outside going up to the front door and the main auditorium, and inside there were stairs down to the basement rooms.
My grandfather was a deacon, and every other Sunday he, along with another deacon, would take up the collection on Sunday morning, then take it downstairs to one of the empty basement Sunday school rooms to count it. Usually he and the same deacon worked together, and another pair took the collection on Sunday evening, and another pair during the weeknight service. There were about a dozen deacons, so each group of six swapped off every other week.
One morning, after they had taken up the collection, my grandfather asked if I would like to go downstairs with him and watch as he and his partner counted it. Proud to have been asked to go along for such an important duty, and not even eight years old yet, I followed the two men downstairs as they went to the counting room.
They closed the door to the classroom and locked it, and made sure the curtains were pulled across the window, precautions I am sure they took for security because of the money in the collection. My grandfather took me aside and told me to do whatever his friend asked, that he was going to count the money while we ‘played’.
I knew what my grandfather meant by playing, and turned to see the other man had already unzipped his trousers and unbuckled his belt. He lowered his trousers and stepped out of them, folding them neatly over a table top, then pulled his cock from his boxers. I didn’t need any further instruction, and as the man sat into a chair, I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to service his cock.
Unlike my grandfather, this man was able to get a full erection, but the difference as far as I was concerned as I sucked his cock was almost negligible. I didn’t have to hold his cock up to support it as I sucked it, so I was able to stroke his cock with one hand while my other hand played with his balls through his boxers.
Soon I had my head bobbing up and down as I sucked his cock, and he leaned back in the chair groaning. After a few minutes he grasped the back of my head and pushed my mouth down on his cock, hard, and I almost gagged, but he let off in time. Then I got the biggest surprise – unlike my grandfather, whose cum simply seeped out as I sucked him, the man actually spurted his cum out into my mouth, into the back of my throat, and I had to work hard to swallow the cum. I wasn’t used to it all coming that hard and fast, all at once, and I couldn’t swallow it all fast enough, and some dribbled out of my mouth and onto my chin. I continued sucking and licking as much of his cum as I could off his cock as it gradually went limp, and as I pulled my lips off his cock he wiped his cum off my chin with his handkerchief.
My grandfather had finished counting the collection by then, and as his friend put his trousers back on, grandfather unfastened his trousers and let them drop down around his ankles as he took his place sitting on the chair. I took his cock out of his boxers myself, and immediately started sucking him as the other man watched. He commented that he wished his grandson would do that for him, as my head bobbed up and down on my grandfather’s cock and I stroked the shaft. Once my grandfather was satisfied, he wiped his cock off with a handkerchief and pulled his trousers back up, and dusted off the knees of my trousers, and we all headed back upstairs.
Two Sundays later, my grandfather and the same deacon friend were in charge of the collection again, and we repeated our session. This became the pattern for almost a year, whenever my grandfather and his deacon friend took up the collection, except for once when my grandfather took up the collection with someone else. I learned that men normally got completely erect during sex, like the other deacon, and their cum usually spurted out, as his did, and found out that my grandfather had a problem with his erection and couldn’t seem to get a normal erection anymore. It didn’t matter to me, though; I loved sucking his cock just as much as I always had.
The next spring, about the time I got out of school for the summer, there was some sort of falling out at the church, and several members, including my grandparents, left the congregation. Shortly after that, my mother decided to move about an hour and a half away from my grandparents, close to her younger sister and her family.
Even after we moved, almost every weekend we would make the drive to my grandparents’ house and spend the weekend. The summer before, after we had moved to the house just up the street, I would have me stay over at my grandparents’ house a couple of nights a week, and my grandfather had become so brazen that he would take me to his bed, in the bedroom he and my grandmother shared, though they slept in separate beds. Now my mother slept in the back bedroom, separated by only a cloth curtain from my grandparents’ bedroom, and my younger brothers and I slept on the floor in the living room of the small house. The only time I had alone with my grandfather was when everyone else went shopping on Saturdays, and since they were no longer going to church, there were no more sessions in the church basement.
The first couple of weekends we drove up to visit, that’s what he had to settle for, sex with me when everyone else was gone shopping. Then he grew even bolder, and after we had driven up one Friday night, and everyone else had gone to bed, he came and got me out of the living room and took me to his bed. We had sex openly then, in the room right next to where my mother was lying in bed, and I could hear her moving around and knew she was awake and aware of what was going on. She never got up and came in to stop what was going on, just as my grandmother had never made a move to stop it the summer before, as I happily sucked my grandfather’s cock and he sucked mine. We fell asleep, naked, in his bed.
The next morning no one said anything at breakfast, though afterward I did hear snippets of whispered conversation off and on during the morning. As I said in a previous story (Grandfather’s Boy Toy), my grandfather had a history of molesting two of his young teenage daughters, his oldest daughter and my mother, but it had been kept a deep family secret for years. My grandmother had known what was going on then, as well, but out of fear and the stigma that would go with it if it became public, had never tried to stop it.
That afternoon, as usual, everyone except my grandfather and me left to go grocery shopping, and as soon as they left, we headed for my grandfather’s bed. After we had swapped blowjobs and I had ‘fucked’ his foreskin, my grandfather told me that from then on, whenever we came to visit, he and I would sleep together in the back bedroom, and my mother and grandmother would sleep in the front bedroom. I didn’t question him about it, but starting that very night, that was the arrangement.
I didn’t know it then, but a deal had been struck with my mother and grandmother, allowing my grandfather to continue using me for sex, freely and openly, as long as he never molested my two younger brothers. What it amounted to was that I was already considered ‘damaged goods’ and given up as too far gone, in order to spare my younger brothers. I found that out years later, after my grandfather had died, and my grandmother told me about the arrangement.
At the time, though, I didn’t care. I was allowed to suck my grandfather’s cock for him, and he could suck mine, every night whenever we visited, and Saturday afternoons to boot when everyone else was shopping.
When I was ten years old, my mother’s oldest sister, the one that had been molested by my grandfather, and her family came down to visit my grandparents for a week or so. There were two older girls, about 15 or 16, who were my uncle’s daughters from a previous marriage, and a girl my age, Robin, and a boy who was maybe a couple of years younger than me.
My aunt knew my grandfather’s history, having been molested by him herself, and took care not to leave her stepdaughters alone with him, because they were about the same age she was when he started molesting her. She slipped up, though, when we came up to visit for the day – there wasn’t room for all of us to stay in that small house at night, so we were going back home that evening – and everyone decided they had somewhere to go. My uncle took the older girls to visit some friends they had across town, then he was going to run around a bit, and everyone else planned to go shopping, except, of course, my grandfather and me. He convinced my aunt to leave Robin with us, and I guess she thought Robin would be safe because she was only ten, and I was there, so they all went on without us.
My grandfather had both of us in the bedroom with him almost before they had gotten out of the driveway. He asked Robin if she had ever seen a boy naked, and she said yes, she had seen her brother in the bath a few times. Grandfather said we were going to play a game and had both of us strip naked, and he did the same. Robin was a bit hesitant but went along when she saw me taking my clothes off. She and I had always been close, and she trusted me enough to go along with anything I did.
Once we were all naked, my grandfather invited Robin to check out his cock. She wasn’t sure about that, but I took her hand and guided it to his cock, and moved it along the shaft for her, and around his balls, then I took my other hand and slid his foreskin back so she could see. There was a small drop of pre-cum there, and as she watched, I licked it from the slit of his cock. My grandfather then lifted her onto the bed and positioned her on her back, and checked her little pussy out, taking quite a while to explore her hairless slit with his fingers.
My grandfather let Robin watch as I took his cock into my mouth, sucking it and licking the pre-cum from the head of it. He had her watch as he directed me to show her how to lick and suck his cock, how I stroked the shaft of his cock as I sucked him, and how I used my other hand to play with his balls.
After a few minutes he asked if she was ready to try it, and I took my mouth off his cock as she moved closer. I showed her how to grasp the shaft in one hand, and watched as she lowered her face toward the tip of his cock. She saw the bit of cum at the slit and hesitated, and I reassured her that it was all right, that it didn’t really taste bad. She licked the bit of cum off the tip and tasted it, then she wrapped her sweet lips around the tip of our grandfather’s cock and began to take the head of it into her mouth.
Grandfather was still only able to get his cock half-erect, but, as he had done when I first started sucking his cock, he gently put his hands behind Robin’s head and began to push down, so she took more of his cock into her mouth. As soon as she started to gag, he released the pressure and let her back off a bit, then he would gently push her head down again. I told her to move her head up and down and let the cock slide in and out of her lips, and watched as she quickly caught on. I moved her free hand up to his balls, and whispered to her how to rub them and squeeze them gently as I watched her head bob up and down, her lips wrapped around his cock.
As she sucked his cock, I slipped one hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy. That startled her, and she almost stopped, but I whispered to her to go on, that it was okay. Robin trusted me, and continued sucking grandfather’s cock as I began to play with her little pussy. At first I simply rubbed her small mound with the flat of my fingertips, then I slipped one of my fingers into her slit and rubbed it up and down her slit a few times, barely penetrating her. I spent a few seconds at a time gently rubbing her clitty each time I slipped my finger near the top of her slit, then I would slide it down the full length of her slit and back up again, once more rubbing her clitty. My grandfather watched as I fingered her pussy for a bit, then lay back and simply enjoyed his blow job as Robin worked her lips up and down on his cock.
I had first sucked my grandfather’s cock at seven years old, and in the three years since had also begun having sex with some of the young girls I knew. The first girl I had ever fucked, at age nine, was an ‘older’ girl of eleven, and she had swiped a few of her dad’s sex magazines for us to use as training aids. After over a year of fucking her and a couple of other girls, I had tried quite a few things, and had even had my first real orgasm the year before, but I had never told my grandfather about any of that.
Robin was able to roll over and spread her legs a bit more as she continued to suck my grandfather’s cock, and I began to slowly fingerfuck her, pumping my finger in and out of her pussy rather than slipping it up and down the length of her slit. Her small pussy lips had opened by now, and she was actually beginning to get rather wet, and it was getting harder for her to concentrate on sucking grandfather.
Grandfather was finally satisfied, for now, and allowed Robin to release his cock from her sweet lips and roll over onto her back. I asked him if I could taste her pussy and lick it like we had his cock, and he said that would be okay. I don’t think my grandfather had ever kissed a pussy before himself, but on the other hand, he had never sucked a cock before, either, until I happened to give him the opportunity.
He watched as I lowered my face between Robin’s thighs and began to lick her sweet little pussy. I used the fingers of one hand to spread her pussy lips a bit, and licked up and down the slit a few times. Then, as I slipped a couple of fingers inside her pussy and began to fingerfuck her again, I began licking around her clitty and occasionally bumping my tongue up against it. Robin began to moan, and my grandfather said maybe it was time she had a good fucking, and as I stopped licking her for a moment, he explained to us what fucking was, and asked if we would like to try it.
I was all for it, of course, but Robin was still a virgin – though she probably had no idea what that was – and she wasn’t sure, so I told her it would be all right, it might hurt just a bit at first but it would feel so good, and I would stop if it hurt her too much. By now she was already pretty excited from sucking grandfather’s cock and from the oral and manual stimulation I had given her, and she wanted that good feeling, so she said yes, she would try it.
Grandfather was all ready for me to fuck her right away, but I wanted to taste a bit more of her pussy first. I had kissed quite a bit of pussy over the last year, but Robin’s pussy somehow tasted sweeter to me, and excited me so much more, probably because we were first cousins and I knew it was incest. I had learned what that was since the first time I had sucked my grandfather off, and even with him, as much as I had loved sucking his cock before, once I found out it was forbidden, I had come to enjoy it that much more.
Robin lay back and I continued licking and kissing her pussy, fingerfucking her as I did so, until she began to moan and wriggle around a bit. Then, as my grandfather looked on approvingly, I mounted her, and began to lower my prick into her pussy. I got the head inside her slit, and used my hand to rub it up and down her slit a couple of times, and told her to let me know if it hurt. I gently slipped the rest of my little pole inside her. There was just a bit of resistance at one point, then I was quickly past it as Robin gave a little gasp, and finally I had it all the way inside her. I asked how she felt and she said okay, and I began to slowly pump my pecker in and out of her wet cunny.
It felt so incredibly good to be fucking my cousin, so much better than fucking just any girl, and I was absolutely thrilled to be taking her virginity. Robin seemed to be enjoying it as well, as she had started pushing her pussy up to meet my prick on its downstrokes, and gotten the rhythm pretty well. My grandfather began to moan as he watched, and I looked over and was surprised to see that he was holding his rock hard cock in his hand, stroking off as I fucked his granddaughter. I had never seen him with a full erection before, and I guess it took seeing his grandson fuck his virgin granddaughter to get it up for him.
He moved over closer and put his cock in Robin’s face, touching her lips, and told her to suck it for him as I continued to fuck her. She managed to get the head of his cock inside her lips, and began sucking and licking on it as he continued to stroke on the shaft. By now I was pumping my dick in and out of her pussy as fast as I could, and a couple of minutes later I pushed my pecker as deep into her pussy as I could and began to cum. My grandfather, watching me shoot my cum inside her, began to cum as well, a real spurting cum, the first time I had seen him do that as well. Robin tried to catch his cum in her mouth, but most of it spilled out onto her face, and as my grandfather sat back, satisfied, I leaned over and began to lick his cum off her face. Afterwards I again licked and kissed her pussy for a few minutes, tasting my own cum mingled with her sweet pussy juice.
My grandfather, not used to that much excitement, decided he was going to take a nap for a while, so Robin and I cleaned up and got dressed and left him in his room. We went out back on the covered back porch and found an old blanket to spread in one corner, then sat down and talked a while. Robin said she had enjoyed me licking and playing with her pussy, and had enjoyed being fucked, but said grandfather had been a bit rough, and she hadn’t cared for that so much. She was glad he hadn’t tried to fuck her, because his cock was so much larger than mine, and I told her I didn’t think he would, because he normally couldn’t get it hard enough for that, and he had never tried to fuck me in over three years. She asked how he could do that, and I explained I had been having sex with other boys and girls for a while, and explained to her what anal sex was. Robin said she wasn’t sure she could do that, let a boy stick his ‘thing’ up her butt, but I told her I had let other boys do it to me, and it felt great. She said okay, maybe we could try it sometime, then asked if she could see my ‘thing’ again.
I was happy to oblige, and quickly stripped off my pants and underwear. I stood in front of her naked as she knelt on the floor to get a closer look, then I felt her take it into her mouth. I hadn’t had a chance to let her suck my dick before, and I was more than happy to let her do so now. I gently pumped my hard little pecker in and out of her mouth, and she picked up on the rhythm and began to suck me off. Since my dick was smaller than my grandfather’s, she was able to take it further into her mouth without gagging or choking. Again, the fact that it was my cousin made it feel so much more incredible than any blowjob I had ever had, the difference is indescribable. In just a few minutes, I warned her I was getting ready to cum, but she kept sucking greedily as I shot my load of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all, and kept licking and sucking my shaft until it was limp again.
She asked how long it would be before it was hard again, and I told her it would be a few minutes. She said that was good, because she wanted me to fuck her one more time before grandfather got up or everyone started getting home. I told her it might get hard again quicker if she would just let me taste her pussy some more while we were waiting, and she was out of her clothes and lying back on the blanket in a flash.
This time I began by paying a little attention to her tiny titties. At ten, they hadn’t really even started developing yet, but I had already learned that having their titties licked and sucked was a great turn-on for some girls. Robin was soon squirming and moaning as I kissed one titty, then the other, and I began licking and kissing my way down her belly. I stopped and spent a couple of minutes licking and kissing her navel, then continued on down to her little clitty. I slowly licked around it with my tongue, then wrapped my lips around it and sucked gently, then ran my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her juices. Every once in a while I would stop and pay attention to her clit for a few seconds, then I would go back to licking and kissing the rest of her pussy for a bit.
My little pecker was stiff again in no time, and I asked if she was ready. Robin was moaning and panting, but managed to mumble a yes, so I quickly mouthed her and thrust my dick inside her. There was no slow and easy this time, I simply fucked her as hard and fast as I could, pumping my pecker in and out of her. She caught on to the rhythm and her pussy began to rise and fall in time to my thrusting dick, and we fucked like that until I came and we both collapsed, exhausted but happy. It had felt just as stupendous, just as deliciously evil, fucking her the second time as it had the first, and we had both gotten a fantastic cum out of it.
By the time my mother and those who had gone shopping got back, Robin and I were well fucked, but had cleaned up and dressed. After dinner that night, as we were driving back home, I hoped Robin and I would get a chance to get together again. The next weekend, the last weekend Robin’s family would be visiting, her parents stayed home with Robin, my grandfather and me while everyone else went shopping or visiting, so my grandfather wasn’t able to get Robin and me alone together. I think my aunt had picked up that leaving Robin alone with the old man, even with me around, maybe wasn’t a good idea. Robin and I did manage to slip away from the grownups for a while, though, long enough to get in some oral sex and a good fuck.
As far as I know, my grandfather never got another chance to molest Robin. Whenever her family came down to visit, about once a year, one of Robin’s parents was always around whenever grandfather was around, though it seems they never caught on to the fact that Robin and I were slipping off and fucking.
My grandfather and I, of course, continued our relationship just as it was the rest of the year, and that continued for a couple more years after that. He went back to being only able to get semi-erect again, but I still loved the old man’s cock, and gladly sucked it every chance I got.
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Michael got up off of Candy’s sweet luscious tits and groaned. Up until now he had had no trouble with filling girls up. Rose had passed out; Zoë had confessed an inability to get pregnant… of course it would be Candy. He pulled his still half hard cock out of her creamed cunt. She was panting hard, a smile on her lips and fear in her eyes. He laid down next to her and groaned again.
“Fuck… why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was a bit delirious… your cock is fucking massive! If I had known about this beast I would have done it a long time ago!” Mike looked at her smile and felt her hand on his meat. He chuckled.
“You know…” He opened his eyes and looked at her, now crawling on top of him and holding her face just above his. “You should probably punish me… I really wanted to feel you cum inside of me. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” He looked at the sexy smile on her face and grinned in response. He rolled her over and got on top of her. He felt the energy coming back to his cock.
“You’re right. But don’t be too scared of what I’ve got in mind.” He sat up on his knees, grabbing her hips and flipping her over. His finger probed her ass and she groaned, beginning to protest.
“Wait, Michael, I’ve never had anything in my ass! You’re too big!!” He grinned and pressed the head of his cock to her sphincter.
“Remember, you wanted to be punished… and now I get my chance to make up for all those years you were a bitch to me.” She moaned at his words. She loved it when he talked dirty to her.
“Fuckk, Michael call me a bitch again…” She moaned at the feeling of her ass being opened by his huge cock.
“Bitch…” She whimpered, crying out in pain as his head popped into her ass.
“FUCK yes do it again! Call me a slut, call me anything!” Michael smiled as he pressed more of his cock into her further. The sound of her pain and pleasure made him so much hornier. He pushed faster.
“Fuck, you like that bitch? You like my cock in your fucking ass, you slut? Scream for me!” He stopped and pulled out a little, barely halfway in as she whimpered. Then he shoved the rest of his cock into her ass. She did in fact scream. However, it was not nearly what he had expected.
“OOOOWWW! FUCK yesssss, Michael I’ll be your fucking whore, your own private slut, just keep saying it! Oh God it feels so good!” She raised her hips, rubbing her pussy with one hand as his cock throbbed in her ass. When he felt her hand on her pussy, fingering herself and begging for him to insult her he realized she was getting off on it.
“Oh fuck… your ass is tight you little cunt! You want me to fuck you whore? Want me to fill you up you motherfucking bitch!” She screamed as her fingers found her clit and she came to his words. He felt her ass constrict, squeezing his cock so hard he nearly blacked out. He grunted and began to fuck her ass, pulling and shoving his cock in and out. He fucked her as hard as he could, her screams and begging making her seem like she was a little girl.
“Oh god yes, Michael…”
“You like my cock in your ass bitch? Ohh fuck I’m gonna cum and fill you up, fill you up like the cunt you are!” She came again, screaming at him as her ass convulsed.
“Ooooooh fuckk yes! Michael, please fill my cunt again, cum in my pussy! I’ll be your whore forever, just give me your cum!” He pulled out of her ass and rammed into her cunt with one thrust, dazed by lust and need and cumming in her for the second time.
“fuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk! Candy you’re such a motherfucking whore!” He felt her cum again, her pussy spraying him with juices as he rammed his cock into her and filled her with his cum.
“Damn… I’ve got a problem with that.” Cady was barely conscious, still massaging her clit and moaning.
“Fuck… Michael you are a god. Fuck me again, please!” Michael sighed.
“Candy if I keep cumming inside of you you’ll get pregnant for sure! We can’t do this anymore.” She looked at him, grinning.
“I want you to get me pregnant. I’ll take that so that we can fuck for eight months. Please Michael!” He groaned.
“Candy I’ve got a girlfriend!”
“So what? Get her pregnant too!”
“You’re begging me to put a child in you! I’m not going to do that. I’ve got two days before I’ve got an official girlfriend and an exclusive relationship. I don’t plan on fucking it all up.”
“So you’re telling me that you don’t want the hottest girl in school to be your personal whore for the rest of high school because you want your girlfriend?”
“Yes! I would rather be with her than with the hottest girl in school. And honestly, she IS the hottest girl in school. Don’t degrade her like that!”
Candy looked at him for a minute, questioning his resolve. Then she started laughing.
“Well, you’re something Michael Jay! I’ll give you that. If you ever want to get together again… you know where to find me. Oh,” She climbed up on top of him and kissed him once before standing and walking to the tile entryway. “I AM on birth control. In fact, I had a surgery to prevent pregnancy. My parents are a bit paranoid since they had me while they were young. So my pussy is all yours… if you want it.” She bent and picked up her pants and panties, pulling them up and on, jumping and scooting into them. She strapped on the bra that lay on the black tile, and pulled the under shirt on. Michael got up and handed her the other shirt, not wanting to change his position. She dropped it and kissed him, rising up onto the tips of her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. He kissed her willingly, hugging her to him. When they pulled back, he was still adamant. She grinned.
“How long did you say you’ve got?” At her question Zoë’s words came back to him.Make sure to finish whatever fantasies you’ve got left… Fuck a few girls for me while I’m gone so I don’t have to worry when I get back.
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A woman looking for a good time finds something even better.
Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have two prior stories, and this is third story of my teenage sexual encounters. While the other two stories are not necessary to read, there are a couple allusions to the other stories in this one. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is.
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When I was about 13, a family friend needed to move out of her apartment. She shared a place with her younger sister, and her sister had recently become engaged. Rather than having to pay for a 2-bedroom herself, Joan offered her younger sister the apartment and needed a temporary place to live. What was supposed to be a month visit, maybe two at the most, turned into a stay between three and four years in length. Not being able to afford an apartment, except in some of the less-desirable places to live in Toronto, my parents insisted that she continue to live with us until she found something suitable. Eventually, she was just like another part of the family, and it wasn’t such a bad deal for my parents; Joan offered to help out around the house in many ways. When she first moved in, my parents had just entered their fifties, and following my father’s financial success, they were very interested in doing a lot more travelling. Joan helped out by looking after me and my older brother, and checked in on my sister who had recently entered her first year of university.
Joan was not a striking beauty by any stretch of the imagination. She had very fair, shoulder-length blonde hair that she typically kept in a tight pony tail. She was probably a good forty or fifty pounds over what most people would consider ‘comfortable’. For a woman standing at 5’7”, she was bordering on obese, but kept an active lifestyle to the point that she wore the weight well. She was chunky, but not in a completely repulsive way. The only real problem I had with her appearance was her nose. She had two grey-blue eyes, but you could barely notice them with her rather large nose protruding from her face. Despite what I saw as her only real physical flaw, I often found myself masturbating to fantasies of Joan. Our relationship was somewhat bizarre in that she fell somewhere between an older sister or cousin, and a mother figure. She helped raise me through some of the more challenging years of a young adult’s life: puberty.
Joan was a very nice lady. She was always concerned for my well-being, and wanted to make sure that I had space when she was in charge. She didn’t hover if I had friends over, and she generally was ok with my friends and I drinking and smoking as we got older. When my parents would go out of town on one of their suddenly frequent vacation to Europe or the Caribbean, Joan was there at my beck and call, despite working a fulltime job herself. She would get up earlier to drive us to school, she would make dinner, and she would basically have very minimal social life while my parents were out of town. The woman had gone from dating occasionally to being a sweatpants and laundry-day shirt kind of lady on a daily basis.
As the years went by, Joan was very helpful in shaping the man I was to become. She was open and honest about things that I was just never comfortable talking about with my family. I was very clueless of any sexual effect it may have had on her, but she was very understanding when I came to her to talk about sex and relationships. As I said before, she was kind of somewhere between a much older sister and a mother. Joan wouldn’t hesitate to get into the details of sex, and even told me how to properly eat a girl out. She had appeared overjoyed when I told her of some of my first sexual experiences with Emily, my first real girlfriend, and her eyes always seemed to light up whenever I’d come into her room before she went to bed, so we could chat about anything and everything.
The summer after I finished tenth grade, I had absolutely nothing to do. I was never a camp kid even though I was in Beavers, Cubs, and Boy Scouts from the age of five. My father wanted me to work at his offices during the summer, but I managed to get out of that situation by explaining that it was my last real summer as a ‘child’. I assured him that I would work for him the following two summers before I went off to university myself (I was very fortunate to not have to keep a part-time job while I was in high school, due to my father’s success).
In the last year, I had turned from a moderately flabby, but not overweight, individual into a bit of a jock. I spent more time in the gym than I did doing homework or studying, and I was very proud of the body I had shaped – it had helped me get my first girlfriend, and I had had sex with six different girls since my personal transformation had occurred. The only shitty thing about my summer starting was that I was no longer getting it on the regular from Mrs. Curtis. This meant that I would be wholly relying on parties and maybe getting a new steady girlfriend to have any amount of sex.
By late June, I had been out of school for about two weeks, and Joan had noticed a definite shift in my mood. I hadn’t fucked for a week, which was pretty on the low side considering I had been having sex at least three times a week for the last six or so months. She was acting cheery around me, and was taking a lot more liberties with our time spent together. She had begun putting her hand on my leg, and wearing skimpy noodle-strap tank-tops that barely held her in rather large breasts.
One evening in early July, I was sitting in the kitchen eating dinner. I had no plans because it was a weeknight and half of my friends were either at camp or on vacation. Since no one was home, I had been walking around the house with no shirt or boxers on – just sweatpants. As I was eating, Joan came home and made her way into the kitchen to say hello. Before she even got within five feet of me, I was incredibly aware of how plastered she was. She was slurring her speech a little, walking very carefully, and most of all, she reeked. She smelled like she had smoked a few packs of cigarettes and then had a dip in a bath full of booze.
“How was your day,” I asked Joan, trying to be polite. I was a little concerned because I’d only ever seen her this drunk once before, and she wasn’t living with us at the time.
“It was exquisite,” she managed to mumble.
“How did you get home?” I hoped she hadn’t driven.
“Got a cab. That chicken smells awesome. I had salad for lunch. Can I have some?” She was muttering non sequiturs, and had already started picking pieces of chicken and feta cheese out of the salad I had prepared before I could respond.
I got up and quickly went across the kitchen to grab her a glass of water. She was going to be pretty hung over in the morning unless she downed a few litres before she passed out.
Returning to the tables, I started pressing for information that I knew I already had the answer to. “Any hot guys at the bar?”
“Of course there’s hot guys at the bar. That’s why we go after work.”
Smiling slightly, I got her another glass of water. Judging by the amount of time Joan spent at our place on weekends, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if my two sexless weeks were peanuts compared to her current dry streak.
“You should go home with one of them sometime. You deserve some fun too, you know. Jake (my brother) is moving out in a couple months for school, and I’m old enough to look after myself.”
“I need them to want to go home with me too, sweety.” She had struck out with whatever guy she’d been hitting on at the bar.
I knew that this situation was likely headed towards what I call ‘blubbery drunk’, when someone is just so incoherent that they start crying a little. The next thing you know, they’re bawling and sobbing uncontrollably, and you can’t understand a single word they’re saying. Refilling Joan’s glass a third time, I set the glass down on the table in front of her chair and gave her a big hug around her neck from behind.
“You’re probably too good for any of those fucking idiots anyway,” I reassured her. I could feel her body fighting off some trembling as she tried to maintain some decent level of drunken composure.
“I’d kill to have a hard cock in me tonight.”
I was floored. Obviously most people like sex, that’s no secret. But my parents and their friends had never really been ones to openly discuss their sex lives. Yes, my father made innuendos, but they never outright discussed any aspect of fornication with each other or in their pasts. I wasn’t really sure how to handle the situation, so I sat down beside Joan and offered her another hug from the front.
As we embraced, I could feel her loosen up a bit. She was definitely calming down, and her body was relaxing a bit.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to me, briefly catching my eye before looking down at my crotch.
I hadn’t even noticed her hand until that moment, as it was quickly climbing up my leg. I wasn’t aware that how I was sitting was pushing my cock against my sweatpants and giving her an outline of my still flaccid member. I was maybe a tiny bit aroused before hand, so my cock had a tiny bit of life, but nothing that would have drawn any attention.
As I stood up to try to back from her, Joan’s hand darted forward and hooked into the front of my sweat pants. Rising, my pants dropped and my limp cock was suddenly inches from her face. Grabbing Joan’s hands before anything happened, I drew my hips back, trying to remove myself from this situation before it got worse. How embarrassed would she be if she touched me while she was absolutely hammered?
Before I could flee the room, Joan had pushed me back. With the back of my legs resting against a chair already, I fell into the seat and wasn’t quick enough to move before she was on me again, with the determination and unwillingness to quit that comes with being incredibly drunk. My pants had fallen around my ankles, so she reached out and grabbed my flopping penis well I tried to pry her grip open. Looking me in the eye for only a moment, her head suddenly bobbed down to meet its prey. As my cock entered her warm mouth, my resistance quickly lessened, and my hand that was on her head had gone from trying to pull her away to trying to force her into a rhythmic assault.
My cock was rapidly getting harder, and soon my full eight and a half inches was getting wet with her spit. I pushed back gently on her to allow myself to stand up. Grabbing her ponytail in my right hand, I held my cock straight with the left, lining up her throat for what was about to come. I was willing to allow myself to become lost in ecstasy in a moment.
Out of nowhere, I hear keys in the front door. My parents have arrived home from their dinner date and have brought their friends back here for coffee. Scrambling to shove my rock hard dick back into my pants was a challenge, especially with Joan not sensing the reason for my urgent movements. As my parents turned into the kitchen, they were greeted with me sitting opposite Joan, looking like we were just chatting. Had they come into the kitchen before passing into the living room, they would have noticed that Joan’s leg was stretched under the table, continuing to trace my cock through my pants.
“How was work, dad?” I asked as he came in to the kitchen to get the coffee started.
“Shit,” he mumbled. “Can you go put a fucking shirt on? At least until the Lee’s leave.”
“I will in a second, dad. Just gonna finish my dinner.”
As he left the room, Joan stumbled her way over to me, kissing me full on the lips. She reached down to continue to play with my cock before I swatted her hand away and told her this couldn’t happen. She pouted and was going to start crying again, so I quickly threw her over my shoulder and got her downstairs to her room. I left her fully clothed on her bed, with a couple bottles of water and a garbage can. I then went to my room to get dressed, before saying hello to the Mr. and Mrs. Lee.
An hour later, after the departure of their guests, my parents went upstairs to watch some tv before they went to bed. I knew I needed to go check on Joan. As I descended the stairs, I reasoned to myself that it wasn’t because I was horny and wanted it (did I?), but because I genuinely was worried about her. She was pretty drunk when she got home, and if she had rolled over and thrown up in her sleep, she could easily choke to death.
“Joan?” I knocked on her door, pushing it open slightly so I could listen for a response. Dead silence.
I opened the door a little more, continuing to quietly call her name. I had dimmed the lights before I left her earlier, and it was making it challenging to see – the light from outside was quickly fading, and I didn’t want to startle her or myself by turning the lights on full. Carefully feeling my way along the wall, I made my way past the small alcove-entrance to her room and rounded the corner to find her in an awkward position. Her upper body and part of her thighs were on the bed, but everything else was hanging over the edge. She had definitely been coherent enough to get up at least once in the hour since I hastily deposited her on the bed, as she had changed into her sweats and that tantalizing noodle-strap top. Lying face down on the bed, I slowly crossed the few steps to her still body before once more calling her name and gently shaking her leg.
All Joan did was emit a low moan, as though she were trying to say something. Despite her condition, she was probably still capable of carrying a conversation, though she was not making it easy.
I leaned down to get my head closer to her face.
“Joan, are you ok?” I rubbed her shoulder before trying to carefully turn her over.
As she rolled over, the mounds on her chest succumbed to gravity, pushing the sides of her top out from her body. My penis began to harden, as I remembered how good it felt to have my dick in a mouth again for the first time in a few weeks. I kneeled on the bed, straddling Joan, as I was going to try to hike her up farther onto the bed so she was at least in a comfortable position to get some good rest. As I dipped my body to gain some leverage, my hardening cock ground into her
After getting her head up onto her pillows, I made a snap decision. Standing up quickly, I threw my pants to the side, and quickly knelt down, my ass resting gently on her hips. I knew that if she woke up and didn’t remember what had happened earlier, I was in for a world of trouble to try and explain what I was about to do. Lifting her neck up, I pulled her tank top up and off her body, letting her huge globes flop back down against her. I shuffled up the bed and rested my cock between them, with the head on her lips. Grabbing the side of each beautiful mound in one hand, I started to fuck her tits, my cockhead stabbing her face with every thrust.
Despite feeling pretty good, after only a minute or two of this, I knew it was going to be uncomfortable if I continued to do so. After trying for a few moments to get her mouth opened enough to stuff part of my cock in, I resigned myself to jerking off a big load, spraying her tits and mouth equally with my salty sperm. Reaching back, I cupped her pussy through her sweat pants before squeezing the last remaining drops of my juice out onto her lips.
One of the most erotic experiences of my young sexual life, and the other person hadn’t even been awake to experience it. I immediately began to sense the repercussions of Joan waking up with dried semen all over her naked breasts and face. Jumping off the bed, I got a washcloth from her bathroom and cleaned her up, before sliding her tank top back on. The last thing I did was leave a note telling her that we definitely needed to talk about what had happened, and we could talk the next night after she got home from work, and before she went to bed. I ended by telling her I hope she felt better, and that I had tried to force feed her gallons of water, leaving out the other thing I had tried to shove in her mouth.
The next couple weeks went by, and Joan had been avoiding me as best she could. She would come home having already eaten, or with takeout, and go right into the basement without more than a quick hello to my parents, completely ignoring me. I felt slightly dejected, and was pretty sad that I’d screwed up my awesome relationship with a very nice person. Just after my mother’s birthday in mid-July, my brother announced that he needed to go visit the school he had chosen to go to in Boston to finalize some things, register, and make sure that everything was going to go smoothly with his freshman year of university. My parents quickly decided that they would go with him, and made an entire week of what should have been a one or two day visit. Opting to give him a graduation present of travel, the three of them were going to be spending five days after the college arrangements were in place to drive down to New York and visit parts of the north-eastern United States.
With my sister taking an accelerated program, she was stuck in school all summer, leaving Joan and I alone for a week. Joan must have accepted that it was useless to avoid me forever, because she finally spoke more than ‘hello’ to me for the first time in a couple weeks. My parents and brother had left Monday morning, and when Joan arrived home that evening, she walked into the kitchen to find me wearing just the sweatpants that had become my summer uniform.
“Can you go put something more appropriate on so we can talk?”
“Yeah, I’ll be back down in a minute,” I told her as I bolted up the stairs to grab a tight hoodie.
Returning to the kitchen, Joan was lost in thought dicing some vegetables for dinner and didn’t even notice me come back in.
“So we’re going to talk?” I snapped her back to reality.
“Look, sweety. I have a vague memory of doing some things that I’m very embarrassed about a few weeks ago.” She held up her hand to silence me as I was going to tell her that it was ok. “Ever since I’ve been staying with you guys, my life has become increasingly more isolated. I went from living downtown to living in the suburbs. I went from sharing a place with my sister to being a permanent houseguest. While I appreciate everything your family has done for me, it has also sped up a certain part of my life that I wasn’t really anticipating for some time.”
“What do you mean?” I was very confused with the direction this conversation was taking.
“I’ve become a spinster. I don’t go out that often, I had less dates and sex in the last three years than at any other point since I was a teenager. I wear sweats around the house, and I became comfortable. The worst part is that I’ve been wanting sex more and more being in this house, and have just been unable to get it. I’m not in shape, I’m not the prettiest woman in most conversations, and I’m getting over the hill.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I scolded her. “You’ve got a pretty decent body,” I reassured her. I was lying a bit, but this woman was too nice and caring to feel this way.
“You’re just being nice,” she responded gloomily. “I know what I am, and I know what you are, and what I did a few weeks ago was completely unacceptable.”
“What do you think happened?”
“Well I remember blowing you even though you didn’t want it. That’s about it.”
“Well two things,” I shot back. “First, you were drunk out of your mind, so I think I can give you a free pass on that one. Second, what sixteen-year-old doesn’t want head from a gorgeous lady?”
Joan smiled at me, beginning to blush. “Most young men are fine getting head from less-attractive women too.”
“Would you stop that? You’ve got great hair, beautiful eyes, and you’re not that out of shape. You’re pretty close to a great booty, and your tits are pretty magnificent.”
“My tits?” Joan cut me off.
I knew I’d fucked up. Scrambling to try to find a way out of the situation, I began muttering, “Uhh… yeah.. you know. That tank top…. you have nice tits.”
As Joan looked at me, searching my face for what was obviously missing from the story, I could feel my cock start to harden in my sweats.
“That night…” Joan trailed off. “Rob, what happened that night? Tell me the truth.”
I told her exactly what had happened that evening up until the point my parents got home and I had carried her down into her room.
“So nothing else happened?” She was grilling me. Somehow she knew something else had gone on that evening.
“Well, I went to check on you later, but, uhhh….. yeah..” I started to mumble again.
“Ok, I believe you,” she said, opening her arms for a hug.
Despite my throbbing cock, I stood up and hugged into her, my ass sticking out to stop her from noticing my arousal.
Suddenly, Joan grabbed my ass, grinding my hard cock into her warm crotch.
“I’m not drunk tonight, Rob,” she moaned, rubbing her body along my shaft.
“Joan, I really don’t… I don’t think we should,” I stammered.
“Your dick thinks we should,” she countered.
Her hand snaked down into my pants, closing tightly around the base of my throbbing cock. With her free hand, Joan roughly grabbed the back of my head, pulling my mouth into hers.
I hadn’t really been fighting it to this point, but I quickly spun her around, before tackling her to the ground. After some struggling, Joan ended up on her back, my shins carefully pinning her arms down as she wiggled her hips a futile attempt at freedom.
“Rob,” Joan began.
“Don’t move,” I warned her. Carefully lifting one knee at a time, I managed to shimmy my pants off, my hard shaft now visible to her sober eyes for the first time.
Replacing my knees on her arms, I grabbed her face with my right hand, my thumb pushing hard at her mouth. Despite gaining easy entrance, I continued to try to force my already enclosed thumb further.
“You haven’t fucked in a long time,” I tormented her.
“Please let me up,” she begged.
Ignoring her request, I leaned back and undid her suit pants, before shoving a hand in and cupping her pussy through her panties.
“Jesus Christ, you are fucking soaked!”
“Let me up,” she demanded once again, though definitely sounding more as though she thought she was in control of the situation.
As I slowly got off of her arms, I grabbed her hair, dragging her to her knees, and then her feet. Standing behind her, I dropped her pants to her ankles, and pulled her tightly to me. My cock was now resting between her fat ass cheeks. Holding her stomach roughly with both hands, I bent my knees slightly, allowing my hard cock to run across her panty-clad pussy. Reaching one hand up, I pulled her head backwards by her hair, biting her lip hard and eliciting a loud moan.
“You’re going to get what you want,” I told her. “But first, you’re going to give me what I want. Get downstairs and go turn on the sauna. When you’ve done that, go wait in your room.”
Squeezing her breasts through her shirt, I pushed her roughly from me. Spinning quickly to look at me, she turned and quickly went into the basement to turn the sauna on. Before she could get to her room, I silently ran down the stairs and hid in her closet. As Joan entered her room, she had already taken her jacket, shirt and bra off. Her tits sagged a little, and jiggled tremendously as she skipped towards her bed. As she bent over, I crept out of her closet.
Grabbing her from behind, I tore her panties, ripping them off her legs without allowing her to take them off. As Joan squealed in ecstasy, I pushed her face down into her pillow and climbed on top. Even though she was relatively tight from years of inactivity, she was so wet that I slid half my cock into her pussy with no trouble at all, causing her to tremble in a quick orgasm. The sound was mostly muffled by her pillow, but she was screaming like a banshee, very high-pitched and arousing.
As her brief orgasm subsided, I shoved my cock further into her pussy before pulling out and climbing up beside her.
“Suck my dick,” I barked at her.
She obediently forced my cock into her mouth, gagging at the effort.
Removing my cock from her mouth, I grabbed her once more by her ponytail, and began dragging her to her bathroom. Not allowing her to get a proper footing, she hissed as the carpet burned her knees and the tops of her feet. Pushing the door open, I pulled her up and into her shower with me. After letting the water reach a warm temperature, I pulled her wandering hands from my shaft and told her to clean my cock, my asshole, and her own body, making sure to stress that I wanted her asshole clean enough to eat out of.
As Joan quickly scrubbed our bodies with soap, I roughly grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as I pulled them out from her body. Telling her to hurry up and finish soaping herself, I shoved three fingers into her pussy before forcing them into her mouth. Greedily licking her juices off my hand, she finished her soapy task.
Shutting the water off, I grabbed a bottle of baby-oil of her counter before grasping her once again by her pony tail. Pulling her from her bathroom, I strode with purpose from her bedroom, through the small entrance and into the hallway. My grasp in her wet hair tightened, and though it must have hurt like hell, her gaze never left my cock as it swung back and forth with each stride. Seeing that the sauna was warm enough, I got in and let go of her. As her hands tried to once more reach for my veined member, I pushed her gently away before sitting on the sauna bench and rocking back so my asshole was exposed.
“Eat my ass,” I commanded her.
Joan hesitated for a moment, a slight look of distaste spreading across her face.
“EAT MY ASS,” I screamed at her.
Quickly dropping to her carpet-burned knees, Joan’s tongue began to lick around my asshole. Reaching down, I pulled her head right into me, so that her she had an eyeful of my trimmed sack while her tongue probed my ass. I started to slowly jerk off the top of my cock, causing my balls to rub against her eyes and forehead as she continued to slurp at my hole. After a few minutes of this, I pushed her head away a foot, before lowering my cock to her mouth and pulling her back.
Gagging once more on my hard dick, Joan’s throat was closing off, trying to prevent the rough intrusion. I grabbed the back of head and pulled hard, though it was not fitting into her throat. A small puddle was forming underneath me from Joan’s mouth. Standing up, I leaned her backwards until she was on her back, her tits once again flopping into themselves. I grabbed her throat and started fucking her face, only getting four or five inches in. After allowing her to relax a little bit at this less strenuous assault on her mouth, I pushed hard, shoving my cock until my trimmed ball sack pushed over her nose. As Joan’s body began to shake and fight the renewed intrusion, I held her tightly to my groin. Pulling out to allow her to breathe, I looked with content with the spit and tears mashing together on her face.
I stood over Joan, slowly jerking my cock.
“Lube up,” I told her. She knew better than to ignore me this time – the pain would be excruciating.
After she’d applied some baby oil to her asshole, I had her kneel on floor of the sauna, pushing her ass in the air. Standing over Joan, I pushed my hard dick downward, lining it up with her fat ass. As I slowly pushed my head into her ass, Joan began to tremble a little. After a couple moments, my cock was halfway into her asshole, and she exploded for the second time, her juices cascading down her legs and onto the wooded floor. Working my cock further into her rectum, I was finally resting against her cheeks. Her ass was incredibly tight, squeezing my cock like a boa, asking it to never leave. As I slowly started to pull out and begin a light thrusting rhythm, Joan came for a third time, once again wailing like a demon possessed.
I continued to pound her asshole for about ten minutes before pulling out and telling her to suck me. Without hesitation, Joan turned around and pulled me into her mouth, jerking the base of my cock while slurping hard on my pulsing purple head. Leaning over, I pinched her nipples and roughly squeezed and slapped her tits.
“I’m gonna cum,” I moaned. “Lie down.”
As she lay on the floor, I sat right on her stomach, as she continued to jerk me off. Leaning forward on my knees, I grabbed my cock from her grasp and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her head towards me. As my cock began to twitch, I deposited load after load in her mouth and on her cheeks, chin, and forehead. After what seemed like a good twenty or thirty seconds, my orgasm ended, and I slumped a little bit.
As we exited the sauna, our sweat dripping everywhere, I pulled Joan to me and roughly pushed my tongue into her mouth.
“Go tell your boss you’re not coming in this week.”
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Final Note:
My parents found out that Joan and I had been fucking for a number of months just before Christmas that year, and she was forced to move out almost immediately.
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