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What Lena Wants

Lena used to be close with her brother Milo, but things have changed recently. Lena just wants to have her brother back, maybe a little closer than before.

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A Completely Consensual Reluctant Gangbang

The #metoo movement is helping to right many wrongs in our society, but it is also making it much more difficult for men and women to interact, especially in flirting or casual pickup situations. But modern technology is always ready to offer a solution to any problem.

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Looking back

This is a rewrite of a previous story. Some errors were corrected and I added a new ending.

True Story

Uncle John’s Fetish

Cousin Jessica told me that when she did it to her dad, my Uncle John, he went off like an angry volcano and spewed his creamy lava halfway across the room. U didn’t believe it until she did it to me.
Jessica bad I started fucking the summer after we graduated from high school. We were both eighteen and we would be going to the same college in the fall. She came to stay withus for awhile that summer. We were both pretty horny, but wewere timid as well, and we might never have gottter together at all if my erection hadn’t popped out the leg of my running shorts while we were dancing in the playroom late one night. Before I could tuck it away, her soft hands were on it.
We shed our clothes quickly. The only thing I said was, “Are you on the pill?” She didn’t say anything ~ she just nodded. She stretched out on the couch, spread her legs and I mounted her for the first of many glorious fucks that we would share.
Her pussy was so juicy that my cock made squishing sounds as it slid in and out of her. We kissed each other hungrily; she clawed my back writhed beneath me as my cock swelled inside of her until I thought it would burst. She moaned softly as her pussy tightened around my surging cock. She gasped as powerful contractions swept through her cunt, sucking my cock into the center of her swirling passion. We squeezed each other tightly as my cock jerked wildly and pumped streams of white- hot semen into her spasming depths.
Nearly three years later, Jessica and I were college junioes, sharing an apartment off campus and sharing each others body as often as possibel. We were just sitting around after dinner, drinking coffee and chatting, when she told me about her dad and what she did for him whenever she went home for awhile. ” No way, ” I said.
She nodded vigorously, just like the time I asked if she took the pill. Her green eyes were resolute; her curvy, shoulder- length hair streamed across her face. “Come on,” I said. “Take your clothes off,” she said. Then she turned and left the room. I sripped and sat on the couch, my cock a fat, languid worm on my thigh. I heard Jessica open the door to the bedroom closet. Then I waited several minutes. She appeared before me, dressed in a candy- striper uniform, with white hose on her legs and white heels on her her feet. My cock stirred. She walked right over to me, lifted the hem of her skirt and showed me stocking tops, garters- and dainty white cotton panties. She didn’t wiggle or anything — she just stood there, showing me her charms. Then she turned around so I could the way the stocking tops clung to her thighs and the way her ass cheeks crept out the legs of her briefs. My cock jerked to life and stood at attention.
She pulled up a chair and sat down across from me. She crossed her right leg over her left leg. She didn’t rock her her legs at all. She sat perfectly still, but gave me a clear view of her panries and stocking tops. My cock throbbed. Pre- cum oozed from the head. She uncrossed her legs, then crossed them the other way. I started to reach for my twitching dick, but she frowned and shook her head. She never said a word.
Cousin Jessica uncrossed her legs and sat with her feet on the bottom rung of the chair, her knees slightly apart. She didn’t look right at me. I had seen my cousin naked more times than I could remember, but the illicit thrill of looking up her dress was almost more than I could bear. My cock jerked and the head flared; my balls tightened as my load boiled inside them.
Cousin Jessica kicked off her shoes, lifted her legs, and rested her feet on my lap, on the other side of my straining cock. I put my hands on her nylon stockings they were gently rough against my fingertips. She frowned again and shook her head. I let go of her legs; she caressed my balls with her feet. My erection jerked like Sampson had against his chains. But that was only the begining.
Cousin Jessica’s nylon-covered toes gripped the base of my cock, flexed and relaxed. The friction was agonizing. I breathed deeply and arched my back as she literally walked up and down my cock. She used her feet like hands, stroking my cock between them and jacked it. I looked up her dress as she did it. Semen rose in my shaft. I raised my hips off the couch and thrust, fucking her feet. My cock lurched forward, sprang back and spewed a geyser of goo into the air. It didn’t fly across the room, but it soaked into her nylons. Jessica’s feet pressed my dick tightly as it continued to twitch, and jizz dribbled from the head. She didn’t remove her feet until I was absolutely spent. Then she put her feet back in her shoes, stood, and walked out of the room, leaving me sprawled on the couch, gasping for breath.
When she returned, she was butt naked. Her delighted boobs jiggled lewdly as she approached me. As I sat up, she pressed her downy mound against my face and I carefully pulled her piter lips apart and lapped her pussy and clitoris.
Jessica gyrated against my face. I grabbed her ass to hold her still and sucked her clitoris hard, tickling the underside of it with my tongue, Jessica cupped her heavy breast and pinched her taut pink nipples. She trembled ; her knees buckled ; huice spilled from her cunt. Her pussy swelled against my lips and exploded with jarring contractions that made her body quake. My spent cock stirred anew as I felt the orgasmic spasms surge through her flesh.
Cousin Jessica then dropped to her knees and sucked my cock until it was stiff again. At that point, she led me into the bedroom, reclined on the bed and spread her legs. I mounted her and buried my head in her bosom, licking, sucking and biting her turgid nipples.
Jessica locked her ankles just below my butt. I fucked her with abandon, driving my erection in and out of her slippery groove. My cousin moaned, gritted her teeth and stiffened as my cock swelled within her. She arched her back, gasped and licked my cheek. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. “Oh, Brian, you’re making me come,” she cried.
“You’re making come. You’re making me come, too” I whispered into her ear before swirling my tongue along the lobe. She stiffened again, then writhed beneath me as I ejaculated, splashing my seed against her womb. We both lay there, panting, until our spasms subsided.
I made some more coffee and Cousin Jessica told me how she had out on her old candy- stripper uniform one night, along with stockings and garters that her mother had bbought her for her righteenth birthday. She was feeling a little frisky, she said, and sat down across from her father, who sat watching television in his boxers and undershirt.
She wiggled on the couch until she finally caught her father’s eye. It started out as some harmless flirting, but she got bolder and bolder, crossing and uncrosssing her legs to give her father glimpes of her panties, thighs and stocking stops.
“His thing just started swelling up,” she said, before blowing on her coffee and taking a careful sip. “My pussy started tingling. My pussy hairs stood up like ther was static cling in the room. I sipped my coffe and listened as she told me how she playfully stretched her legs and put her feet in her daddy’s lap. His cockhead peeked out the slit in his boxers and, the next thing I knew, she was masturbating him with her feet.
“It was such a powerful thing of control,” she said, her green eyes softening nonetheless at the recollection. “I litterally had him at my feet.” Her mother, my mother’s sister, walked in on them. She was astonished, Cousin Jessica told me, but it was already too late. Her father went off like a pipe bome, squirting gobs of goo across the room that landedon Jessica’s blouse.
“My pussy damn neared turned inside out when I felt his cock throbbing and jerkin against the botttoms of my feet. I came on the spot when his cum splashed my blouse.” I could definitely see where such manipulation would give a guy a thrill. It sure made me spew. But Uncle John got hooked on it. Aunt Bessie wasn’t too happy about it at first. Actually, she wasn’t too happy about it either, but she put up with it because her husband had given her a good home and a comfortable life. Uncle John was in his late fifties, at least fifteen years older than Aunt Bessie, and the family lived off his investment portfolio.
Jessica said that her father bever fucked her. All he wanted was to shoot off with her sroking feet wrapped around his aching cock. He’d be done for the night, if not longer, after his wxcruciating orgasm. Then, Jessicawould turn her attentions to her mother, who loved for Jessica to crawl between her legs. They would hump each other, with their tender pussies and plump breasts touching deliciously, until they each came over and over again.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah,” Cousin Jessica replied.
Naturally, I wanted to see this with my own eyes. Jessica called home and told her dad that we’d be coming to visit the following weekend. “He’ll give Mom the fucking of her life now,” Jessica told me as soon as she hung up. “He started panting as sooon as he heard my voice.”
“You don’t think he’ll mind me watching?”
“He won’t even know you’re in the room. Mom will be another story.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’d better be ready to give her a piece of this,” she answered, reaching out and squeezing my cock through my jeans. I nodded and grinned at her. Uncle John, according to Jessica, never was Mr. :ibido. But the thought of having her feet around his cock would prime his pump – he’d let Aunt Bessie have it pretty good for a couple of days, then keep to himself to build up his reserves for his encounter with his daughter. I had heard about guys having ferishes, but Uncle John was the only one I knew personally who seemed totally comsumed by one, a very specific one.
We left early the following Saturday morning. It was only about a two- hour drive, but still we managed to pull off the highway and follow a dirt road back into the woods for a quick piece. The road led to an old, abandoned country srore. The wooden buikding seemed ready to collapse upon itself in a sudden breeze, yet it stood— covered with kudzu and metal signs that touted products from a forgotten era – as a remider of a mere prosperous time.
I had been plying with Jessica’s pussy all the way down the road, As soon as we stopped, she freed my boner, bent over, and swallowed it. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and sighed with contentment.
We got out of the car and Jessica bent over the hood. I walked up behind her and guided my hard – on into her moist slit. My cousin slid her T – shirt over her head ; I reached around squeezed her tender breastes as I drove my cock in and out of her. Jessica qivered and moaned, she arched her back and threw her hips at me, meetin my desperate thrusts. I released her breasts, which jiggled in the morning sun, and grabbed her hips. My cock tingled as her spasming pussy caressed it ; her warm juices flowed down my shaft and over my tightening balls.
Jessica gasped and twitched when her orgasm took control and her pussy clamped down on my surging cock. My cockhead flared as my load rose in the shaft. “I’m thirsty, Brian,” she cried breaking away suddenly, dropping to her knees and plunging my bloated cock into her face. My cock jerked and jism flowed through it. I fired streams of semen down her throat, onto her face and against her bobbing boobs.
We cleaned up with moist towelettes and continued our journey.
As we neared her home, Jessica told me that most likely her father had been on a high – protien diet all week. “He’s probably having a bowl of bisque right now,” she said with a laugh. Sure enough, Uncle John was wiping his chin when we walked in the door. He shook my hand, then looked his daughter up and down, She had her outfit in a travel bag over her shoulder. She kissed her dad on the cheek, then looked him in the eye. He nodded and, without a word, she pranced up the stairs.
So, you come to watch the old man spew.” Aunt Bessie said, walking into the front room. She was healthy, to say the least. She had the same curly red hair and cool green eyes as her daughter. She wasn’t as tall, but she had heavy breasts that swayed inrestarined inder her pink housecaot, and a magnificent bottom. “He’s just like Old Faithful when it comes to that daughter of his.”
“She doesn’t understand,” Uncle John said, putting his arm around me and leading me upstairs. “She just doesn’t understand.”
We went into Jessica’s room. Uncle John stripped and sat down in a straight – backed chair. A similar chair sat right across from. His cock wasn’t that long, but it was fat and it was stiff – its pulsated in concentric circles and seemed to jump with each beat of his heart. His bloated balls hung heavily from the base of his distended member.
Aunt Bessie walked over to Uncle Johns and stood astride him with her legs parted. She pulled open her houscaot, jigggled her tremendous boobs, fingered her twat and said,”You can give me just a little of that”
Uncle John pushed her away. “Get out of the way,” he cried, “before you gey your slime all over it.” Uncle John liked to his meat dry, Jessica had rold me, because that enhanced the friction of her foot – job.
Aunt Bessie walked around me, looking me up and down. She pressed against me and purred like a kitten. My cock twitched in my jeans. “You’ve got a little bit to give your Aunt Bessie, don’t you?” she whispered. “He,” she tossed her head toward Uncle John, “won’t be good for anything for a week>”
“I’ve got more than a little bit for you,” I said, reaching around and squeezing her butt so that her mound ground against my crouch. Aunt Bessie cooed ; I kissed her softly on the lips, then bent to lick and suck well braod stiff nipples.
Jessica cleared her throat and walked into the room. I released her mother and srepped back. Aunt Bessie walked over to the bed, sat down and started to figer herself. Cousin Jessica walked up to her father and lifted her skirt, just as she had done for me. Not a wiggle, not a jiggle, just simple, composed exposure. She turned around to show him her panty – covered bottom, delicious thighs and stocking tops. Pre – cum oozed from the head of Uncle John’s cock like water seeping from an underground spring. Jessica sat down and went through her routine of leg crossing, then kicked off her shoes and wrapped her feet aeound her dad’s surging cock. My cock jerked when her feet touched her dad’s meat.
Beads of sweat covered Uncle John’s brow ; his face turned pink and his breathing became hurried and shallow. His cockhead flared loke the cap of a resilent mushroom that rises, strong and stiff, from the forest floor. Jessica masturbated her father with her feet. He looked at her and she looked at him, like they were locked in some kind of mutual trace. Uncle John grunted. Jessica moaned softly, her face glowed with expectation. Even Aunt Bessie was transfixed ; she stared, with her mouth half open and wild contrctions radiated through her loins. She rolled off me then, and lay beside me panting.
No sooner had Jessica started on her father, than her mother pulled me towards her. I mounted Aunt Bessie and she guided my erection into her quivering cunt. Aunt Bessie lurched toward me, instantly burying my meat to the hilt. Aunt Bessie was like a wild animal. She shrieked, moaned and groaned as I drove my cock in and out of her convulsing snatch. I watched her titties dance and sway as I fucked her. Her nipples swirled like they were trapped in a whirpool.
Cousin Jessica rolled onto her side and watched me fuck her mother. Aunt Bessie, meanwhile, went over the edge quickly, built another climax and exploded again. She had come three times, shrilly announcing each one, before I felt my load rising in my shaft. I plunged harde into Aunt Bessie ; her pussy collapsed again, gripping my cock tightly as it exploded and pumped hot semen into her.
I rolled off Aunt Bessie. Her daughter kissed me on the cheek and snuggled against me and the three of us drifted into a peaceful nap.
Aunt Bessie fucked both of us several times before we left Sunday evening. “I’ve got to get it while I can,” she declared. “The old man will be useless for at least a week.”

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Fantasm

Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 4

As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.

Fantasy

Michelle Part 6 Punishment

In this chapter, Michelle finally gets the punishment she earned for breaking the rules earlier. But life doesn’t exactly turn out the way I’d planned.

True Story

Sarah gets a workout

This is based on a true story from a friend of mine. She was a bit embarrassed and left out most of it so I let my imagination fill in the details.

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Hole in the Wall, Chapter 4

(Reading the earlier chapters may be helpful.)
Emily didn’t know what to think. Last week, she discovered her parents’ door left open slightly when they were having sex and was able to turn the dry lessons, stories, and gossip into solid fact.
The next time she watched, she didn’t realize that her brother Justin was still up. He found her in the hallway watching, but instead of freaking out or turning her in, he showed her the holes he had in his wall for watching from the safety of his room.
And while she was watching, Justin gave her a first-hand education about sex. She was quiet and passive during his seduction (molestation?) but really wanted it to happen. Sex was so much better than she ever imagined it would be – much better than when she rubbed herself off at night.
She would die if anyone knew she was fucking her brother, but the sexual awakening in her was so great that she couldn’t hide from her best friend Jill that something had happened. Emily just said that she found her brother watching and he invited her to watch too.
Jill had been just as curious about sex as Emily was. It was probably one of their top conversation topics, even though neither girl knew very much at all. She begged if there was some way she could watch too so she had Justin help sneak her into the house to watch.
But then disaster struck. After Jill left, Emily was so worked up from watching her parents that she started fucking Justin. What she didn’t know is that Jill came back to the house and saw the two of them going at it through the bedroom window.
Now, she’s running down the street, trying to catch her best friend before she can make it home. She has no idea what she’s going to do when she catches up to her. It took her brother’s urging to even chase after her rather than just collapse in an emotional heap on the floor. But he’s not here now.
Emily was running in such a panic, she almost didn’t see Jill. She was sitting on a bench in the corner of the neighborhood playground. Catching her breath, Emily slowly walked over to the bench. “Hi, Jill,” she said tentatively as she sat down on the bench beside her.
Jill glanced up at her friend, but said nothing as she looked down into her lap again. Her long hair concealed her face as she sat silently. Emily also sat in silence as she couldn’t think of what to say. While the silence lingered, Emily heard a soft wimpering sound and realized that Jill was crying.
“What’s wrong?” Emily asked.
“You’re going to hate me now,” Jill replied through her tears.
Among the many possibilities that had gone through Emily’s mind, this was not one of them. “Why would I hate you?”
“Because… Because… Now you’ve got Justin…”
“That’s ridiculous,” Emily replied. “I’m not going to leave you to go hang out at the mall with him.”
“Yeah, but you won’t need me to talk about sex anymore when you can just do it whenever!”
“Don’t be silly. That will just give us more to talk about.”
“Really?” Jill sniffled. “Do you mean it?”
Emily put her hands around Jill and hugged her. “Of course. You’re still my BFF.”
The two shared a close hug for several minutes. Suddenly Jill sat up straight and pointed an accusing finger at Emily. “Why didn’t you tell me! You left me out of all the fun!”
Emily chucked. “Justin did offer, you know. I think I can share him.”
Jill laughed, “Not him. I meant…” Jill looked down and continued quietly. “Can he share you?”
“What?”
Jill pulled Emily’s hand towards her skirt. “Please,” she asked as she pulled Emily’s hand lower. “Earlier, it felt so good…”
Emily had never considered doing anything sexual with another girl before. She and Jill had practiced kissing of course, and they brought themselves off once during a sleepover. But Emily sensed that her friend needed this right now.
She slid her hand up under Jill’s short skirt tracing a path up her thighs. Emily put her other hand around her friend and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met at the same time Emily’s fingers found the damp material of Jill’s panties. The dampness was a cold, clammy feeling probably left over from her earlier excitement, but as her fingers traced up and down the outline of Jill’s vagina, the cold dampness was replaced with heated moisture.
The kiss they shared was unique. It did not have the animal passion when Emily was kissing her brother, nor the practiced exploration when she was practicing with Jill earlier. Instead, the kiss was slower, softer, and gentler, but with more of a caring, comforting emotion behind it.
Emily slid her fingers underneath the panties to explore Jill’s vagina directly. Her opening was very hot and very wet. At the first direct contact, Jill’s body twitched in excitement. Her body started undulating against Emily’s hand as it traced around and through her womanhood. Emily knew only what made her feel good, but the language of sex is mostly universal as the same caresses that excited her also brought her friend to higher levels of excitement.
Jill’s participation in the kiss became more and more detached as her attention focused on the orgasm that was building within her. Almost unconsciously, her hand moved up to squeeze her breast to complement the feelings her friend’s caresses were bringing in her.
Her release came like an avalanche. It started slowly, building at the top of her belly, and then grew in a long rumble as the feelings tumbled down to her groin and rebounded through her legs, arms, and head. A long, low moan of satisfaction escaped her lips as the orgasm ran its course through her body.
When it passed, she sat forward and embraced her friend in a big hug. “I love you so much, Emily.” Suddenly conscious that they were on a park bench in the middle of their neighborhood, Jill glanced around at the dark streets around her. “Do you think anyone heard?”
Disengaging from the hug, Emily responded, “I don’t think so. Nobody’s around.” She thought about what just happened and while she was glad to help her friend out emotionally, even sexually, it felt very strange to her. “Um… Jill…” she started. “Do you think you’re a lesbian?”
The dim light made it hard to see, but Emily noticed that Jill flushed red at the thought. “Oh, no! Am I?” Jill asked. “Will you hate me? What will I do?”
“Shhh… calm down,” Emily said. “I won’t hate you. Just think about it. What did you think when you were watching my parents?”
“That was so hot!” Jill replied immediately.
Reassured that she knew the answer, Emily continued. “Imagine yourself making out with someone. Do you picture a guy or a girl?”
Jill pondered then smiled. “Definitely a guy.”
“So you’re probably not a lesbian.” Emily gave her friend another hug. “I’d still be your friend either way – I just don’t love you ‘that way.’”
“Is what we did wrong?”
“Of course not, silly. We can do anything we want! Besides, it isn’t much different than when we practiced kissing.”
Jill smiled devilishly, “Except it felt so much better! You’re so lucky! What’s it like?”
Emily’s eyes got a dreamy expression as she reminisced. “It’s so amazing. When he touches me, the sensations are so strong.”
“Better than when you touch yourself?”
“Oh, yes. I guess it’s like tickling – you can try to tickle yourself but it doesn’t work. It’s only when someone else tickles you that you feel anything. When he touches me, the feeling is so much stronger.”
“And when he fucks you?”
“It’s this incredible feeling of fullness! Like that satisfied feeling when you stuff yourself on a good meal…” Emily paused. “Well, not like that, but you know…” She started giggling. “It’s complicated!”
She pondered something before slowly continuing, “Can I ask something weird?”
“Of course. What are friends for?”
“Well, this is really weird,” Jill explained. “You know when we were watching tonight. It was amazing, but it was dark and a little hard to see. Um…”
Emily’s eyebrows shot up as she realized where her friend was headed. “You want to watch us?”
“Is that weird?”
“Well, a little,” Emily said.
“Sorry,” Jill replied quietly.
Emily shook her head. “Don’t be. It’s just odd having an audience during something like that. Imaging if I was watching you make out with someone.” Emily thought for a moment. “But I think I could do it for you.”
“Really? What about Justin?”
“I’m sure he’ll go along with it. He’s probably hoping he can have you too. Remember, he did offer?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jill blushed. “I think I just want to watch for now.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep him under control.” Emily winked at her friend,” But he’s available if you want him.”
Jill shook her head again, but then asked, “Is that really okay with you?”
“Only for you,” Emily replied. “Besides, he will always be my special big brother.”
“Thanks,” Jill replied sincerely as they hugged again. “I should get home though. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Sure. Later!”

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Barbara was just right —–part 1

As Promised this is for you Kimmie
This is that story I promised to write for a long time regarding a incident that happened in 1987. This is pretty much as it happened.
I was into skeet shooting at various clubs around the area. There were many young and not so young professional people that enjoyed the shooting sports in my area. There were many”rod and gun” clubs that were more competitive shooting clubs that had evolved from the old hunting and drinking clubs of the 30’s and 40’s. It seems that most people enjoyed firearms but were not happy to actually kill a game animal. I was hooked into the Sporting Clay Shooting and Skeet shooting early in my life as game animals were not that common in Urban areas of Up State New York.
At one local club, skeet and trap were shot every week. Usually shot with 5 “man” squads every Wednesday night and Sunday morning. The club sat on the side of a mountain that had scenic views the Berkshire mountains that were nothing less than outstanding. Especially when snow covered.
As the squad gathered this one Sunday morning, I could not help but notice a “young girl” walking toward the skeet field, with an older woman what turned out to be her Mother. They had paid to shoot on our squad.Now we had a total of seven shooters which could make the game slow down to a crawl.
The girl Barbara and her mother , Carol turned out to be very good shooters and the game moved quite fast. The mother was about 12 years older than me, while the girl turned out to be 23 years old and operated a truck farm with Mom and Dad. Barbara could shoot and did beat most of the men on the squad. She was very thin and looked younger than her age. She looked like a boy. Small breasts, no ass, no hips just under 6 foot of boyish looks.
I actually stopped looking at her as a woman and more like a guy. She shot for that whole winter every Sunday and disappeared in the Spring when planting time arrived.
The club was full of farmers and cattlemen that held old fashion rules and one of them was that women,while not out right prohibited from joining, certainly were discouraged from membership at the club. Time passed and over the Summer I had forgotten about Barbara and her mother.
That is until my wife and I went out for dinner with my friend and his date. When I we arrived at the restaurant, I was surprised to see that Barbara was my friend’s date. John, my shooting friend, was 20 years older than Barbara . He lived in the same county as Barbara’s parents had their truck farm, but until now I had no idea they were dating. Shooting I guess was their common interest.
Conversation progressed and we all learned that Barbara was a Varsity swimmer in High School. No surprise there because of the slender boyish body. She loved the water but was stuck on the farm most of the time. My wife told her that we had just bought a large boat on a local lake. After hours of conversation, Barbara asked my wife if it were possible that she could come up on our boat sometime this summer. My wife said “sure” and it was left at that.
Later I found out that John never got anything from Barbara outside of a hand job. No sex. I believe they had a total of 3 dates and then mutually agreed to end any relationship they had.
One day at the garden store in walks Barbara to buy some weed killer. In conversation I told her that I would be at my boat doing maintaince next Saturday morning alone. My wife would be at her Sisters for the day. She was familiar with the area and knew where the Marina was located. Nothing more was said and it was quickly forgotten until the following Saturday as I was oiling the teak on the swim platform, I noticed Barbara carrying a bag of clothes walking down my dock. She had a gait like a boy and with short hair tucked under her base ball hat, she could easily pass as my Son. No one gave her a second look as she found the boat slip and stepped over the rail on the aft deck.
She had very short pants on with a t-shirt top, no bra as it was not necessary. She later admitted that she did not own a bra of any type. She helped me with the waxing and cleaning of the boat in return for a boat ride. She brought some food and beer with her , added to the full locker I had on the boat , we had plenty of food. I did not just cruise with the boat for no reason since the price of marine gas had doubled in two years and this boat was a 32 foot Sea Ray Cruiser with dual tunnel drives and 2 Marine Volvo engines. It literally gulped gas through the both motors. One hour of cruising at trim doing 3500 rpm used 40 gallons of marine fuel. The two tanks on the side hulls held 150 gallons of fuel. The boat had Radar and a Lorant system that basically steered the boat for me.
When we were finished working , Barbara disappeared into the cabin. I could just see her long legs moving around in the kitchen from my position at the control station, main deck. I received a few quick looks at her butt cheeks and hairless pussy as she dressed. She came out the front cabin hatch onto the lounge deck in front of the control station.
She was dressed to please. very small bikini bottom with a small top with thin straps. it just covered her boobs and the bottom and made it quite clear that she was hairless from the neck down. She was well tanned from the farm work and she had a very long body and legs that was shown off by her brief suit.
While backing out the cruiser , I was distracted by her body as she lay in the sun. On her back,her top was above her boobs and her nipples were standing up as a cool wind blew across the deck. They looked like raspberries on a cup cake. I had hoped that no one saw this exhibition since the Marina was like a haven for busy bodies that minded every one’s business except their own. No problems so far, as the marina was very busy with strangers walking all over the deck getting gasoline and pump outs. Barbara was not particularly noticed or built well enough for the guy’s to double look.
I knew that I would get to know Barbara much better before the boat ride was finished. I would not be happy with a hand job or else she would have a long swim back to the dock. After about 45 minutes of running the lake , the water was like smooth glass, as we approached the camping docks in Shelving Rock Bay. No other boat was near us and the sail boat a few docks up had a party of about 5 couples enjoying the nice weather. swimming in the shallow lagoon. The water was clear and warm for early summer and the sail boat people were wearing a minimum amount of clothes. From the noise level they were already happy and loaded with beverage.
I looked up and Barbara was coming back up the hatch with a new top on. it was literally just big enough, like two patches to cover her nipples, breast sides were fully visible. when the wind blew the patch would move and the nipples were exposed. it was great. I’m sure she did not wear this suit to family pool parties
As she lay down on the forward mats she was above the side rails and she was an exhibitionist to the sail boat people. Off came the top and she was now sunbathing on her stomach topless on the highest point on that deck. She turned over after a few minutes and the bottom was removed in one fast motion. Two neat ass cheeks were all that was visible. Legs were opened to form a “V” on the mat. I moved a little to get a better look at her ass. What I saw amazed me. high between her legs just under that fantastic ass lay a little clam that was her pussy. it was no bigger that 3 inches long and a puffy mound on either side of the crease. her pussy was so small and high on her ass that her asshole and pussy were visible one over the other in that position . She had the ass of a 14 year old and it was enhanced by being hairless.
The sail boat people had noticed and a few binoculars appeared on deck as a both guys and girls used them to get a good view of Barbara. Most of the girls on the sail boat were topless but at that distance no details of the breasts could be made out. Barbara on the other hand was an exhibitionist that appreciated the attention she was getting.
There was no doubt that she knew what she was doing to me. She stood straight up with her back to me and the pussy was still visible tucked under her ass above those long legs. A few stretching movements to make sure the sail boaters and I saw her body in every detail and then she went back down the hatch. She again moved around the cabins still nude and stopped in the door way of the cabin right below me standing at the wheel. Her shoulders were even with my swimming shorts. she paused for a minute, her finger tracing the outline of my cock through the material of my suit. After getting the intended response, she raised her hand up from the cabin below and removed my shorts to my ankles. Quickly before I could respond, she had a death grip on my hard cock and started to stroke it slowly. I knew this was would happen when she went topless. It was like her letting me know that she would escalate our relationship to the jerk job level now. what was to be the next part of my story.
I was not going to waste my first and best cum on a hand job. This is what she had done to John, tease the hell out of him with her body and then get him off with a hand job. Well, I had to get in that pussy , now was the best time when she was hot.
I reached down under her arm rubbing her nipple as I pulled her up to me on the deck. My cock rubbed the entire length of her body as I brought her up to my deck level. I turned her facing the front of the boat bent over the wheel and guided my hard cock to the opening of that little pussy under her ass hole. I got it in about 2 inches and she started to moan; it was too tight sorry to say. She seemed to be very wet as if she had a few fingers in her pussy while she was jerking me off before I put it in her pussy. She danced and twisted her ass with the cock part way inside her until I had no choice in the manner.My cock was locked in the first 2 inches of her tight pussy when I came to the gyrations of her ass.
She was vocal in her orgasm as she was cumming also at the same instance. I’m sure we made a show for the sail boat people. My orgasm was long and wet, I came for a full 10 seconds of semen gushing from my cock into that little pussy. nothing seemed to leak out the side as her pussy still grabbed me tightly after orgasm. She told me that she could feel the cum putting pressure in her uterus.
It took a few minutes to get a little soft and withdraw my semi-hard cock. As I did so , I looked down at her pussy. My cum was all over that tiny pussy it just flowed out her slit and down her legs. Mixed with a little blood in thin red lines mixed with my cum.
It happened so fast that she did not have time to explain that she was not on birth control . The reason why she was not on birth control had to do with the hormones in the pill that she could not medical tolerate. This was usually not a problem up to this point since she generally had men satisfied with hand jobs or the occasional blow jobs. I think she was telling me that she was a not a virgin , but my cock was too big around, a lot bigger then she was used to. She continued that in those few times that she did let some boy get his cock into her pussy, he had to have a small cock to get all the way in.
We lay together on the bed both naked and she was upset. She had never lost control of the situation before. Now she may be pregnant. She said this with my cum still drooling out her pussy lips. She also had been awakened to a more intense orgasm with my cock inside her than when she masturbated or had a boys fingers or small cocks bring her to climax.
I did have a few rubbers in the tool locker for just such emergencies, but thought this was not the best time to tell her that.
I cleaned her up and put her in the boats shower with me soaping her up. All this time my cock was rock hard. that fact she could not help but notice; and I noticed that she was staring at it and her eyes said she wanted more cock.
We had lunch, I put my shorts on without under ware and she just had on her v-bottom swim pants on. My cock was outlined in my shorts and a wet spot on her bottoms showed my cum was still rolling out of her pussy. After lunch we rested on the bed again fully unclothed until I said I remembered the condoms in the tool locker. She looked at me with a look of disbelief. She got them and rolled one on my cock for me and proceeded to suck my cock with the rubber on .
I would not let her continue as I wanted that pussy again. I flipped her on her stomach and stuck my finger into her ass hole. She recoiled but moaned deeply as my finger moved deep in her rectum. It open up a little as I spit into the hole to lube things up a bit. The number of orgasms she had with just my finger working her ass was unbelievable. That little red opening was just like a rosebud. As I circled my finger around it a few time and she jumped off the deck with pleasure, I needed a lube to really work in there. There was nothing around that could even be thought of as a lubricant. I then thought about the PAM spray cooking oil. This would work but not be very sanitary. I stuck the nozzle in her ass hole and gave the hole a generous spray and then started again. I definitely did not want my cock in there now, but for finger fucking it was great. She never knew I had done this. probably for the best.
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I reached around and pushed my cock back into her tiny pussy. I saw her clitoris inside her pussy lips and squeezed it tightly. Again she screamed and was asking me to put it all the way inside her. She was very wet. Again my cock was not huge but it just would not penetrate her pussy much deeper than I had it in before. I just lay there pushing and she moved her lower body and ass like a hysterical person. She milked my cock and cried out for more and to push it deeper. Her frantic movements did get it in her a little deeper but not that much more. She said she had had 12 orgasms , by far the most she had ever experienced. I came hard as her ass moved to the pleasure of her ,yet again, next orgasm. The rubber was held hostage by that tight pussy and my cock slipped out of her pussy.
She fell into a deep sleep and I cleaned off my cock. The rubber actually came off my cock when I was inside her and again my cum was all over her pussy and ass hole. I cleaned her before she knew that for the second time that day she had unprotected sex with me. She certainly had all of my best cum in that little pussy.
I guess what really turned me on with Barbara was her view from behind. with that ass hole so close to her pussy and small ass cheeks she looked like a ass fuckers dream. I never did go there with my cock because her pussy was tight enough, the ass would have been painful for her and me.
Barbara continued to walk around topless for the remainder of the day. Only putting on a sweat shirt as the sun went down in the evening. We ate hot dogs grilled off the rear charcoal kettle barbecue of the boat and drank beer. She did suck me off for a few minutes but I had no cum left to give her as my hard on went soft . it did feel great however to see that young girl give a expert blow job trying to get me hard. I ripped the condom off my cock at the last minute when I thought I would cum again, but only a few drops came out and they were deposited on her upper lip and chin. She wanted to taste my cum and gladly licked it off her lips. After much thought we both decided she should seek out a “morning after pill” from the pharmacy when she got home. She would rather not get pregnant since it would hinder her work and sex life. I agreed that I would not want any more kids at that point in my married life.
I truly believe that Barbara was not happy unless she had an orgasm building in that pussy. All evening she had her fingers or a toy dildo working in and out of that pussy and ass hole. She would be masturbating as she read a magazine and it turned me on, but I was sexually exhausted from the afternoon. She had a particular love for this little c shaped dildo that she inserted in her anus and it curved around to rest between her tight pussy lips and vibrate her clit. she left it in her two holes most of the time when she was working on the farm since no one heard the buzzing noise.
I grabbed my set of binoculars and focused on the sail boat gang. by dinner time things must have gotten hot since there was one couple fucking doggy style on the cushions of the rear deck. Too far away for visual details but I could hear the slapping noise of his cock hitting her pussy over and over again.
We started back just as the darkness began to fall on the Lake. This was on purpose so it was dark when we got back to the dock. Barbara exited the boat and walked up the dock without anybody seeing her leave my boat. The adventure for this day was over. I had a few similar days that year with Barbara and one instance that her Mother came along for a Saturday ride that was truly unbelievable.
My wife was never the wiser because she never saw Barbara again. It would be a few more years of boating until the economy made owning the boat a bad choice and I sold it for a loss. I did not really lose because I got my moneys worth that Summer from all the sex I had on that boat.
We can detail these encounters in future chapters continuing these story’s depending how my readers like this first part

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