SexyStory.Online ★ Read Erotica, Sex Stories, Adult Stories, Sex Tales...

Fantasm

Michael’s Dream

A young man has been dreaming of being held as a female sex slave by a man and decide’s to tell his best friend about these dreams.

Fiction

Lacey-Steele – Chapter 1

This is the first chapter in a series. A young woman is intrigued and becomes slowly involved with a couple who ends up changing her life forever.

Fiction

Secret Room 6

Misty looked out the window as Mike walked up the street. They were having a cop convention outside his house, it seemed. There were seven or eight cop cars parked on his lawn, and at least a dozen officers milling around in his front yard. Four of them spotted Mike and moved to intercept him as he started up his front walk.
She saw him shake his head and point at the house, and then two more of them hurried over. Mike was arguing with them, and all six of them went up the steps into his house. She wished she could hear what they were saying.
Mike walked towards his house and was intercepted on his walkway.
“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go in. This is a crime scene.” he was told by a blue suit.
“That’s as may be, but I’m going in. This is my house.” Mike told him, pushing past the cop.
Two more of them hurried over, in plain clothes. “Are you Michael Ménage?” he was asked.
“Of course I am.” Mike replied. “You already knew that.”
“Do you know what happened here?” the other detective demanded. Mike just looked at him.
“Well, I know that there was a lot of dead bodies in there, and there’s bullet holes all through the place. Excuse me, you’re in my way. I need to go get my medications.”
“Sir, you can’t go in there right now. We have a forensics team going over the place with a fine tooth comb, and you could contaminate evidence.” said the first one, stepping in front of Mike and blocking him.
“If I don’t get my meds, I could die.” Mike told him. “I think that outweighs any `contamination` issues.”
“We need to ask you some questions first.” said the second detective, putting his hand on Mike’s arm to stop him from going around the one in his way.
“Excuse me Officer, but am I under arrest?” Mike demanded to know. The cop immediately removed his hand and flushed bright pink.
“Well, no, but-” he started to say, but Mike cut him off.
“Then I am going into my house and getting my medication that was prescribed by my doctor and that I could die if I don’t get.” he said heatedly. “Now, get out of my way, or I’ll sue the whole city.”
“I’ll be glad to escort you inside so you can retrieve whatever is necessary for your survival” said the second plain-clothes detective. He gave a nod and a frown to his partner, who stepped back and let them pass.
“Well, thank you for that.” Mike said, going up the walkway.
“So do you know what happened here?” asked the detective, following closely behind him.
“Nope.” said Mike. “It’s looks like a gang war in there, though.”
“Funny you should mention that.” said the detective. “Do you know the identity of any of the men in there?”
“No.” Mike answered, going up the steps. The front door was wide open, and he pretended to recoil a bit at the sight of all the blood on his hardwood floor.
“I was in here yesterday, but there are more dead men now.” he said, putting his hand up to his mouth. “I don’t know if… if I can…”
“It’s okay, Mr. Ménage. I understand. Could I go in and get your meds for you?”
“That… that might be best.” he said weakly. “I believe I’ll just stay out here on the porch.” He went over and sat on his porch swing. “My meds are in the medicine cabinet on the second floor.” he said. I’ll need my Valiums as well. They are on the bedside table in the Master bedroom.”
“Okay, you just stay there, and I’ll be right back.” the detective promised.
As he went in, his partner came back up and stood on the porch next to him.
“So, why do you think they picked your house to have a gang war in?” he asked.
“I have no idea.” Mike answered. “Why don’t you ask them?”
“That’s what Forensics is doing right now.” he said, wryly. “It will be a lot faster and cheaper if you just tell me, though.”
“If I knew, I would.” he said. “Those are my tax dollars at work in there. What theories do the police have at the moment?”
“Well, you might be interested to know that we found your secret room in the basement, and even though it’s against regulations, I’ll tell you that your wife was tortured in there. We found one of her nipples on the floor. You know anything about that?”
“Oh, God, Cindy…” he said, covering his face with his hands. He tottered over to the porch swing and sat down heavily. “Oh, God, Cindy.” The officer heard him choke back a sob.
It was calculated to make the cop feel uncomfortable in front of a man about to cry, but it didn’t. The cop wasn’t a rookie, and just cleared his throat, clearly indicating that he wasn’t leaving.
“Sir? If you could pull yourself together, I have more questions for you.” he said, sounding less than sympathetic.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly answer anymore questions without my lawyer here.” he said, lowering his hands as his tears dried up. His cheeks were genuinely wet, tho, the cop couldn’t deny the emotion he’d just witnessed. Mike was obviously distraught, but also had pulled himself together enough to speak the magic words.
“Oh, well, you don’t need your lawyer for the questions I’m going to be asking.” said the cop smoothly. “Why don’t you start with what time you got here yesterday morning?”
“I don’t remember.” Mike told him. “I’m going inside and call her right now.”
“Ah, I can’t let you go in there.” the officer told him. “That’s a crime scene, and closed.”
“I don’t think I could stand to be in there right now anyway.” Mike agreed, getting up. “I’m going down the street to my friend’s house to make the call.”
The cop followed him off the porch and out to the sidewalk. Mike turned to look at him.
“Am I under arrest?” he asked.
“No, sir.” the cop answered. They were both on the sidewalk outside his house.
“Are you going to be following me all day?” he asked nastily. “I’m entitled to a little privacy while I consult my lawyer, and I’m very sure you’re not invited into my friends house, so why don’t you go get a warrant for her house to arrest me, because that’s where I’m going.”
The cop just looked at him blankly, then looked around for his partner, still inside. His orders said Mike Ménage was only to be arrested if he blatantly refused to cooperate, and he hadn’t. Mike was striding purposefully down the street, and the cop just watched him go. Three houses down on the same side of the street, Mike turned and went up the walk and entered a neighbor’s house without knocking. The cop spoke into his radio, and 5 minutes later, the first press van pulled up. It started raising the mast antenna before it had finished rolling to a halt across the street from the neighbor’s place he’d gone in.
“Hello viewers, I’m Amanda Foakmey, and we’re coming to you live outside this house in a normally quiet, peaceful neighborhood here in suburban Lakeside. Up the street there, you can see all sorts of police activity outside the last house on this street, where we are told dozens of men were killed, along with two uniformed police officers. Additionally, there are rumors of a woman being tortured and murdered here, but nobody seems willing to substantiate that.
“We are outside this house, where the owner of the first house, site of all the grisly murders is reported to be inside. It is unclear at this time if he is implicated in these murders or not, but he is definitely a “Person of Interest” according to one officer who does not wish to be named.
“Oh, wait! I see movement! Rob, are you getting this? Yes… it appears that someone… a man… is exiting the house! He’s coming this way!
“Sir!! Sir! If I might have a moment of your time? Sir?”
Mike turned to the lady reporter and smiled weakly.
“Can I help you? That’s my house up there, and I need to go…” he said, holding up one hand.
“Your name, sir? For our viewers?”
“I’m Mike. Mike Ménage.” he said. “Please? I need to go see about my wife. Well, my ex-wife, to be exact, but still…”
“Is she the woman who was murdered in there?” Amanda asked him, holding the microphone out to him.
“I… well, the police told me she is dead, but I don’t know where…”
“How about the dozens of dead men in there? Any idea who they were?” she asked.
“I don’t know any of them by face…” he said, “But the police told me it was… I think… Sal Mineo and his men? I think he’s… was… some sort of organized crime figure, but I don’t know about such things. I hear stuff, though.”
“They told you that? Sal Mineo is dead in your house?” she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Look, I really shouldn’t be out here, talking to you like this. I really have to go. I have to find out about my wife… where she is. I have to see her.” Mike sounded really distraught as he said this last, his voice choking up.
“Yes, of course.” she said, letting him turn away. “There you have it, folks, straight from one of the witnesses himself, and the owner of the house where dozens of bodies, dead bodies, were carried out earlier today. Allegedly, the police told him one of the dead men was Sal Mineo, and others were his henchmen, but as yet the police have not positively identified ANY of the corpses found inside.
“This is Amanda Foakmey, reporting to you live from Lakewood. Back to our regularly scheduled programming, and we will bring you more news from here as it happens.”
The lights on the camera went off, and she hurried after Mike to catch up with him.
“Sir?” she called out. “Mr. Ménage?”
“Yes?” he said, turning. He sounded much less distraught than he had a moment ago on camera. “What do you want? I gave you your interview. Please leave me in peace.”
“I know, sir, but I was wondering if I could convince you to give me the exclusive. I’m sure my station would be willing to make it worth your while.”
“Hmm.” he said thoughtfully. “An exclusive, eh? What would you personally be willing to do to guarantee I won’t call channel 5 once I get inside?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. “My station will be willing to pay you quite a large amount of money if what you just told me about Sal Mineo turns out to be true.”
“Oh, it is true.” he said. “And the money is one thing. That’s what the station has to do to guarantee my exclusive. What are you willing to do for me to ensure that you are the only reporter I will work with? This is a big story; could be a Pulitzer if you play it right.”
“What would you want?” she asked right back.
“Take a guess.” he smiled. “Your station will be giving me money. What could I possibly want from a beautiful, famous lady reporter such as yourself?”
“Mr. Ménage!! I am not a prostitute!” she exclaimed, looking hurt and offended. “I’ve never slept with anyone for a story, ever!”
“I never said you were.” he agreed. “But now you’ll never be a Pulitzer winner, either.” He started to turn back towards the house. “Please excuse me. I have to go call Alexis Morgan from channel 5.”
“Wait!! Mr. Ménage! Don’t do that! I’ll- I’ll come with you. I want this story.” she said, hurrying up to catch him as he reached the steps.
“Not here.” he said. “Come pick me up in an hour in your car and take me to your house. This is my neighbor’s house; I have her daughter babysit my son once in a while. We can’t do anything here. We are going to need privacy, and I assume we’ll have more of that at your place. Unfortunately, mine is crawling with police of all sorts.”
“Umm, okay.” she said, uncertainly. She turned back to the TV van and walked slowly towards it, her head down as she stared at the ground.
“Amanda?” he called out to her. She turned to look at him. “One hour. In sixty one minutes, I’m calling channel five.” She nodded at him weakly and climbed into the van. A moment later, it started lowering the antenna after starting up, then pulled out from the curb and went down the street.
He went back inside, where Misty was waiting for him.
“Wow, what did you say to her?” Misty asked him as he came through the door. “I’ve never met anyone who was on T.V. before.”
“I just gave her the bare bones of what’s been happening lately.” he said. “In an hour, she’s going to pick me up, and I’ll grant her an exclusive interview.”
“Yeah, right.” Misty snorted. “You’re going to strip her bare, and bone her for an hour.”
“What’s the matter, Misty? Jealous?” Mike grinned at the girl.
“Not really.” Misty said lightly. “As long as you promise that you’ll be here tomorrow to fuck me and my Mom some more.”
“Oh, hell yeah, you know it!” he grinned. “I just found the two of you; think I’m going to let the best thing to ever happen to me go so easily? Not on your life!!”
He went into the bathroom – alone- and ran his fingers through his hair, splashed some water on his face, then went out and sat on the couch to wait for Amanda to arrive.

Read 25545 times |
Rated 92.6 % |
(203 votes)

Vote list (Close) :munchin
: NEGATIVEHyghlander
: POSITIVEThor67
: POSITIVETomox37
: POSITIVENorty Oldman
: POSITIVEConnor-Lee Stewart
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

True Story

FATHER SON TALK.

The Father Son Talk.
The Friday evening after my thirteenth birthday in late August, just before dinner I heard my parents talking in the kitchen about giving me a sex talk. I did not let on that at school we had had an in depth sex talk from several teachers and I was well aware of the principles in having sex. I had seen several pornographic movies and more explicit pictures.
I notice both were drinking wine, which was a bit unusual as both my parents very rarely drank wine in the house. During the meal I noticed that both of my parents were acting a bit strange and they had drunk a large quantity of wine each especially my mother, she was a church going lady. I had seen both my parents very drunk on several occasions, especially when they have been out celebrating social events.
During the meal, which was three courses as usual on a Friday night; soup followed by a fish dinner then ice cream; for the first time in my life I was offered a glass of wine, I accepted and took small mouthfuls to make it last the meal. As I ate the meal I watched my mother, in her short pencil skirt and her tight fitting blouse, her top buttons on her blouse where undone to reveal the top of her white lace bra and her cleavage; this sight gave me a hard on, which I kept all through the evening meal and was made worse when I noticed that she had undone a couple more buttons, as we ate our desert she let some ice cream fall off her spoon and run down her cleavage. Sexily my mother scooped it out with her spoon and in doing so another button popped open below her breasts, revealing her breasts encased in her white lace bra.
After the meal my father took me to the sitting room as my mother cleaned the table and pottered in the kitchen, keeping out of the way. As me and my dad sat in the lounge he talked about boys and girls and making babies, it was all a miss match of conversation which I did not really understand. During the talk he was taking drinks of wine from his glass and I noticed that he had drunk a half bottle by the time the conversation was complete. After the talk he went out to the pub and left me at home with things going around in my mind from the chat. I went and thought about what he said in my bedroom as I watched porn on my computer.
A short while later I came down stairs, to find mom sitting on the sofa watching TV and drinking a glass of wine. She was sitting with her knees up under her body and this allowed her stocking tops to be on show, her blouse was still open and as she sat there was only one button fastened, just below her breasts. I sat down beside her and asked her if it was ok to talk. She sat up right and asked what I wanted to talk about, I just said sex.
As I asked her about sex in general I noticed she was drinking more and more wine and her voice was slurred. Later on I discovered she had drunk four bottles of wine by then. Half a bottle with my father, another half bottle over dinner, a full bottle as we had our father son chat and a third as I sat upstairs contemplating the chat, the fourth was what she was drinking now.
As the chat was getting more and more explicit, I asked about breasts; to my surprise my other asked me if I wanted to see hers. I gladly said yes, now I could get a good view of my 35 year old mothers 34c breasts, I knew her bra size from sneaking a look in her lingerie draw.
She stood up, and drunkenly staggered about a bit; she removed her work blouse and took off her bra before sitting back down. I stared at her breasts then she said I could touch them, as I gently groped them she explained all about her breasts and nipples. As we chatted she mentioned sexual arousal, I asked about it and as she explained, she mentioned pussy and penetration. I asked about all these things and she stood up and removed her skirt and panties before slouching back down on the sofa legs apart. I noticed her pussy was wet, after sitting back down she drunk a full glass of wine in one gulp.
Next she explained all about arousing a woman and making the experience a pleasure for them. She told me if I can make a girl have orgasms they would want to be with that man. So I listened as my mother talked, I kept asking questions and she said she would take me through the sexual arousal steps of a woman.
As my mother lay there she got me to strip naked, once naked and with an erect cock, she told me to suck on her nipples, she placed my hand on her pussy and got me to rub her pussy and finger it, all the time sucking her nipples. As I continued to play with my mother her breathing was getting deeper and deeper as she was getting sexually aroused.
I then asked about pussy licking and she explained what I needed to do, so I tried it out on my mother. As I practiced on her my mother explained what I had to do make her get aroused and have an orgasm. Again she was getting highly sexually aroused and as I finished sucking, licking and fingering her pussy she had an orgasm.
When she calmed down I asked about blowjobs and she said she would demonstrate one to me, I was expecting it to be on a banana but no my mother gave me my first blowjob just after my thirteenth birthday. She was great slowly she licked my dick and sucked my balls followed by a low deep throat blowjob where she managed to get my seven inch dick into her mouth. It was a noisy and sloppy blowjob. After I came straight down her throat, making her gag and nearly be sick as I shot load after load down her throat, she licked all the mess up off my groin and jokingly slurred that I nearly drowned her with the amount of spunk I had shot into her throat.
Then my mother started to finger herself in front of me, instantly my cock became hard, as I watched her play with herself I jacked my self off in front of her, I shot my load over her breasts and she just rubbed it into her body. My mother was surprised at how much spunk I shot over her tits as it had only been a few minutes since I had shot the previous load down her throat, all the time she was fingering herself.
After a while, I left the room to get a drink of water and take a piss, when I return my mom had fallen asleep. I took her upstairs to her bed and put her to bed.
She does not recall a lot about that Friday night but I do.
Over the next several months I saw glimpses of my mother’ breasts, as she never wore a bra around the house. The event was never repeated for several months until one hot May Bank Holiday.

Read 37008 times |
Rated 83.7 % |
(221 votes)

Vote list (Close) :birdman69
: POSITIVEseigar
: NEGATIVEcacepc
: POSITIVEdoug1953
: POSITIVEtipi
: POSITIVEAcountryboy
: POSITIVEcockboy333
: POSITIVEpeto40
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Fiction

My Cousin pt. 2 (Final)

Thank you for the mostly positive feedback. This is the last part to the story and I hope you all enjoy it. Sorry for being a little late, but it was hard to write the story without looking for a reason not to. Anyways here you go. I apologize if not all of you like it. We’re all different and so are our taste in certain things.

Fiction

The Beast Within Chapter 2

The second chapter of “The Beast Within”, a story about a young man bitten by a wolf who then transforms into a beast. He seeks out the nearest person to unleash his desires upon… His Mother. The second chapter takes place from the point of view of the mother.

Fantasy

Uncle Shaun

My mother is always up in my business for the wrong things. We fight almost every third day. Oneday it got so bad. I had to leave

Fiction

“TRISHA”

Trisha
By Blueheatt
…. Once in a while, you will see a girl that just shocks you with all the things you like about a girl. Whether you’re a guy or another girl. I don’t think anyone knows why and each person is different. This girl was one that just looked so hot, she was like a magnet to me.
Her face, body shape, the way she smiles, her sweet eyes, the way she stands, just all hot female. You sneak all the looks you can, but can’t get enough of it. You start to plot ways to talk to her.
I first saw Trisha at the burger place where she worked. She had a classic face, perfect shape, flawless skin and the most beautiful eyes ever. She knew how to wear makeup perfect. She was young, around 18, slim built, about 5’ something, medium/small tits, and didn’t bother to wear a bra.
I was 26 and I wanted to fuck her so bad. She had the cutest nipples, that showed thru in her white uniform. Her light brown hair was pulled up under the cap they had her wear, but I could tell she had a lot of hair.
I took my time about getting friendly. She would blush when I complimented her. After a few visits, I told her as a commercial artist, I said the human face was the hardest to draw. I asked her if we could get together, and could she model her face for me and to just think about it, and handed her my business card. My next visit, she came over to my table and sat down. My heart was pounding looking at her beauty close up. She said her mom said she would have to meet me first, then do the sitting, that evening. I said deal. She leaned over and whispered: “Your very sweet.” and kissed me on the cheek. (Chills!) She handed me a note with the address and time. Then just waltzed away, looking back with a big smile.
She had a cute ass, nice waist and legs, as I could tell through the baggy uniform. I was so hot for her, and tonight I would see her without the uniform.
That night I found the house and knocked on the door, my drawing stuff in hand. The door opened and there stood what had to be her mom. Wow!, a real beauty. After introductions, she said come on in, and pointed to the couch. Jenna was her mom’s name and she was a carbon copy of Trisha only older and with big tits, and just as hot looking as Trisha.
She was super friendly, 35ish and went and got us glasses of wine. Now I was in double love as she was so beautiful too. She wore a tight full length gold dress, nice tits, no bra, long light brown hair, pulled back on the sides and a hot build. Soon she was at ease with me and decided is was ok to have Trisha sit for my model. She leaned over and quietly asked me: “ Do you have the hots for my daughter?” I laughed and said that male artists always fall in love with their female subjects, and that it always makes for a better picture. She reached over and pinched my ribs, making us both laugh.
She yelled for Trisha, and down the stairs she came. Oh shit, she had on short shorts, and a tiny little T shirt top, and no bra. Her legs were fucking beautiful. She had her hair pulled back like a pony tail but with curls way down her back.
I tried not to be shocked as my heart banged away. She said hi, and then Jenna’s cell phone rang. Jenna walked away. Trisha smiled and whispered that her mom must have really liked me, because she had winked at Trisha behind my back. She asked where to sit. I got up and checked places where the lighting was good and picked the kitchen. Jenna came in, off the phone and arranged her chair close to me so she could watch me draw.
I placed Trisha in the position I wanted and noticed she had a glass of wine too. Now I could look at her all I wanted, and smell Jenna sexy perfume as a bonus. After an outline of her basic beautiful face , I went to work on those eyes. I called up all the talent I could and her eyes came to life. Jenna said: “Wow, he captured your eyes perfect Trish! Trisha got up to look and I stopped her.
No, first go get all your eye makeup and bring it down here. She ran up stairs to get it. Jenna smiled big time as I said her daughter was so beautiful, as was she, and made my work easy.
Trisha came down and I said ‘OK, put on the eye make up on the picture, just like you do on your self. She sat in my chair as Jenna coached her as she applied it on the picture. “Perfect”, said Jenna as they stood up
and both hugged me, Jenn’s firm boobs planted in my chest and side.
I had to sit down as my boner was trying to bust out of my pants. I took a break, then Trisha pulled on me to go to the living room couch. Jenna called somebody on her cell phone and jabbered on and on. Trisha sat on my left and held my left arm.
She said her mom will talk and talk but we can talk private in here. We sat in the middle of the couch. I turned sideways and pretended to study her face with my right hand. I touched her cheek and all around, played with her hair and touched her soft lips. She shivered, and squeezed my arm, then pulled my right hand to her warm tummy. I was in heaven. She was breathing hard and leaned her head back as I touched her soft neck and shoulders. Her eyes closed as I again felt her lips softly. She reached up with her left hand and kissed my fingers, as I leaned in and kissed her fingers in return.
I then noticed that we couldn’t hear her mom talking on the phone anymore. I looked around to see where her mom was.
I saw her reflection in a big glass picture frame on the wall. I could just barely see her sitting in the shadows on the staircase. She had been watching us. Her dress was pulled up and her hand was between her open legs. I whispered to Trisha where her mom was. She whispered: “She’s so damn horny, I wish she would find a boyfriend.” I figured I’m making two women hot, so I continued.
I started kissing Trisha’s face and then her lips. She started breathing heavy and really kissed me back hot, with our tongues going wild. I slipped my hand under her short top and felt those wonderful little boobs and nipples. She reached over and rubbed my boner.
The stairs light came on and down came her mom, glass of wine in hand. We quick recovered and I covered my boner with my hands. She sat down. She said: “It’s your bedtime Trish, better jump in.” Trisha was pissed, and said: “We can continue my sitting tomorrow night, OK?” as she stomped up the stairs. I said OK, as she blew me a kiss behind her mom’s back. Jenna quietly giggled as she drank more wine. She ask me if she was next subject for me to draw.
I smiled and said first I would have to study her. By now she was kinda drunk, she turned, leaned back on the end of the couch and put her legs on my lap. “Study away”, she said with a big smile. It wasn’t a big couch, so her thighs went across my legs. She was to my right, as I used both hands to feel her legs. Slowly I went under her dress farther. She slowly opened her legs at the knees.
I kept going until I felt pubic hair. She had no panties on. She had her eyes closed and moaned slightly. With my right hand I felt her soft bush, and my thumb found her clit. She jumped slightly and moaned longer. With my hand I went up the insides of her legs and slowly eased in two fingers in her pussy. I heard a long moan. She was dripping slick wet. I could smell her strong sex. She reached down and pulled her dress way up, then held my hand and began to work my fingers in and out of her hot pussy. Soon I added a third finger as she was so wet. I started to massage her G spot as she worked my fingers faster. Her breathing begin to pant. My right hand worked her clit with my thumb, still.
I glanced up and saw Trisha’s reflection in that wall picture. Now, Trisha was sitting in the shadows at the top of the stairs. She had on a short nightie and I didn’t see any panties on her. Her hand was between her open legs.
Now Jenna used both hands to work my fingers in her pussy, pushing them in deeper. She started to moan more and buck her hips up and down. She moaned: “ohhhhhhh, oh yes, yes yes Yes! Her hips lifted up as she drove my fingers deep into her pussy. She let out a Ahhh!!!!! sound, and her whole body started shaking, as she orgasmed hard. She started gasping for air as she worked my fingers in her pussy.
I looked up as Trisha made a mad dash away.
Jenna looked at me and played with my hair and whispered: “If you want to do my daughter, you’ll have to do me first.”
I said to myself, thank you lady luck. I’ve got two beautiful women I can fuck!
She led me upstairs to her bedroom which was dimly lit, we started kissing and we started taking our clothes off. She whispered in her drunk slurred voice: “I know Trish listens and watches and I don’t give a damn, you just fuck me and make me happy, then I don‘t care what you and her do.” I noticed she never closed her bedroom door. Trisha’s bedroom was right across the hall, and her door was open also.
I lifted her dress up and off, kissing her body all the way up and down. I unbuttoned my shirt, pants and underwear and took them off. Wow, what a body she had. I kept kissing her tits as we lay back on the bed.
I put her up on the bed on her back, spread her legs wide and dove in to lick her pussy. She wasn’t quiet and moaned as she guided my head up and down her pussy and clit. I took a glance over and sure enough, Trisha was watching us from her dark bedroom. I could just make it out, but it she was sitting in a computer chair with her hand on her pussy.
Her legs were up on the chair arms and rubbing her pussy. I just had to smile at her, and blow her a kiss. She held up one finger to her mouth for me to be quiet. Jenna then rolled over and put a pillow under herself and mumbled something about ‘do me from behind’. Her eyes were closed facing away from the door. I fingered her wet pussy as she muttered and moaned quietly. I heard a little noise. As I looked over, Trisha had entered the door way and quietly came over to me. She whispered, ‘if you rub her back, she’ll go to sleep.’
So as I fingered her pussy, I started to rub her back with my other hand. Her mom moaned, muttered and in few minutes began to snore, passed out. Damn, my raging hard on wanted to fuck her, but I figured later with some wine I could fuck her anytime. Trisha was the one I really wanted. Trisha held her own hand over her mouth to cover a giggle, and I took my fingers out of her mom’s pussy and quit rubbing her back.
She was out cold, snoring away. Trisha pulled my arm and led me into her room, closed and locked her door. There was only a wall night light on, as she took her nighty off. I felt her warm naked body mesh with mine as she started putting my hard on between her legs and we kissed long and wet. She led me to her bed and put me on my back.
She went down and took my hardon in her mouth slowly, and jacked me gently. My balls felt like they would explode as she speeded up. Soon she got on top of me and slid my dick into her warm wet tight pussy. She slid her body back and forth on me, pushing her clit hard on my pubic hair. I grabbed those sweet butt cheeks and worked with her to slide on me. She gasp every time we went deep in her. She began to move frantic while moaning, “yes, oh god yes” and kissed me as she trembled and shook, squeezing my dick hard with her pussy as she moaned loud and climaxed hard.
I rolled her over.
She wrapped her legs around me as I slid down to lick her pussy. She bucked over and over as I sucked her clit and fingered her pussy. She yelled, shook hard and climaxed again, stiffening her body and twisting her pussy on my tongue moaning. I moved up to suck her stiff little nipples on those beautiful tits as she reached down to my dick and moaned, ‘oh god, put it in!’ She guided my hard dick into her wet pussy and pulled my body all the way into her. We started franticly fucking and both moaning. She humped hard with those beautiful legs wrapped around me. I said: “ I’m gonna cum in you so hard, oh….. My….. God…..”.
She growled in my ear and pulled me in deep, we both yelled as I pumped a massive load in that sweet pussy. Over and over my dick shot while her pussy squeezed my dick, over and over. Hot cum overflowed her pussy as we both flooded ourselves. She moaned ‘oh my god’ quietly over and over. Just ‘oh my god’, ‘oh my god‘, as the pulses finally died down from my dick and her pussy. We were so spent, I couldn’t get up and just went to sleep with my dick still in her warm pussy.
I woke up with her arms around my neck, kissing me. I said I have to go, but I’ll be back tonight. She just kept kissing me. I got my clothes, her mom was still snoring away.
That evening, her mom answered the door. She held out her hand, which I kissed, and took me in the house. She said Trisha had to work the later shift, but got off at 9. It was now 7. She had her usual big glass of wine, and we sat on the couch. She said: “I want a nude drawing of me. I know you can handle it, can’t you.”
I said: “ Oh yes!”… and that I love beautiful women nude. She wanted me to draw her nipples firm, with young and perkie tits. Include a extra full bush on her pussy.
I said I can make it anyway you want it. I said while Trisha is gone, I could take some pictures to study. She said great, in fact I have some myself. She got up and went to the den, then brought me some pictures of her nude. Wow, she was younger then, looked like about 16, were they hot! She said: ”Make the picture about this age.” We went up to her bedroom with my camera. She killed another big glass of wine. She said: “Undress me and take shots each step of the way“. I said sure. I posed her all the way thru each stage of undress.
It made her feel hot as I did it, and she posed so sexy. I had all the shots of her you could want, her butt in the air, legs open, holding her tits, you name it. She smiled and stood up staring me in the eyes and began to undress me. She pulled me on top of her in the bed. She said: “you snuck out on be last night, didn’t you.” I stammered and said, well you passed out on me kinda but I’m here now. She said: “Did you make love to my daughter last night?” My grin told her the answer. “I want to plead the 5th on that question,” I said.
She smiled a sexy smile and said: “Damn it, I wanted to do you first….OK, do to me what you did to her, now.” We both grinned and I had her stand up and re-enacted the whole thing, She fucked harder and squirmed more than Trisha. I think she was trying to outdo her daughter. She was noisy, and moaned loud, bucked like it was the last dick she might ever get.
We did way more than I did with Trisha, I fucked her from behind, which she liked the best, then I rolled her over and I put her legs on my shoulders, and fucked her hard! She liked it rough and pulled hard on me as our body’s slapped to gather. She would freeze up, yell “Ohhh Fuck!” and orgasm hard, then go for more. She knew when I was about to cum real hard. She pushed me back and sucked my dick to take all the cum I had in and swallow it. Wow, I fingered with her butt hole which made her orgasm moaning dirty words, “Fuck me hard!, suck my pussy and suck my nipples harder! Fuck me deep, fill me up with cum!”
She was a wonderful animal when she fucked. We were so spent, she finally passed out moaning.
It was 9pm now and I got dressed and waited for Trisha. She came in and kissed me very hot, then started smelling around. She smelled her mom’s perfume on me. She started smiling and said: “My mom gotcha, didn’t she.” Again, I said I want to plead the 5th on that question. She kissed me and said she didn’t mind sharing me this time, as she and I were both so tired from last night and her working late. Plus me fucking her mom. She said I better rest up because Wednesday night I was all hers, and mom was gonna be out of town all night.
I told her mom and I had a photo shoot and I had lots of pictures of her now. She said yes, her mom loves to have her picture taken nude. I said I would like one picture of you
Trisha, for the art picture, and one nude. She smiled big and said you want a picture of me naked?
“Yes, it won’t take a second.”
“Oooooo, I think I’d like that.”
She started stripping right there. Like her mom, she got hot just thinking about me taking pictures of her naked. She told me that she saw some pictures of girls, and guys got so excited they had cum on the pictures. She whispered in my ear: (“will you take the one that you like the best and cum on it for me?”) I said: (“I’ll do better than that, you can watch me cum on the picture while thinking only of you. And you can keep the real thing.”)
She really started getting hot over that, and gasp as she took off all her clothes in a hurry. She was so hot looking, small cute tits, an ass that was still like a built 14yr old. I placed her on the couch, and shot way. She did it all, not just one picture. I even did a close up of her little pussy, and the small patch of pubic hair.
I told her Wednesday we would sit at the computer and pick out the best one for me to cum on. She kissed me long and hot with out tongues going crazy. She rubbed my boner as I felt her pussy. I bent over and kissed her pussy. She got the chills as I had to leave. She didn’t want me to leave and said: “Wednesday your all mine, and I’m going to lock you in my bedroom!”.
Wednesday night came, and she pulled me up to her bedroom. We started kissing hot, as I removed her robe, and she my clothes. She was naked now and looking hot as ever. I kissed her sweet tits and rubbed her warm beautiful body. She dropped to her knees to suck on my dick. I knew her favorite was to sit on my dick while I was on my back. I lifted her up, as we still kissed and placed her on top of me on the bed. She eased my wet dick in her warm pussy. As she started moving up and down on it, I reached over to massage her clit.
She had never had anyone do that before, and started to moan over and over. She leaned over on top of me and ground hard on my dick with her slick pussy and started to mutter for me to fuck her hard. I grabbed her ass cheeks and started driving my dick in deep. She started gasping for air and moaning loud. “Gezzzz, oh yes!…yes..Yes..YES! And clamped her whole body on me. I could hold back no more and fucked her as fast as I could.
Our bodies slapped together. Her tight young pussy was like a clamp around my dick, squeezing it as she began to yell out. I felt my balls pulling so tight against me when we both yelled loud and a flood of my cum shot in her. She screamed “YES!!!!” and flooded me with her juices as I pumped over and over until every drop of cum I had was in her. We squirmed and shook, to feel all we could get from us. Her trembling fingers reached down to feel our cum and juices. She tasted her shaking fingers.
I remember a floating feeling as I drove home, I could still feel her hot body clamped around me and fucking me so hard. There is nothing like an 18yr old girl, under a 26 yr old guy….nothing.
…. It was a Wednesday, and Trisha called me to come over. She wanted to see all the pictures I took of her.
She wanted me to then pick out my favorite and think of only her and cum on it for her. I said they’re ready on a disk, and you can print out the one I pick. I’ll be over at 9 pm. She sounded so excited and kissed me over the phone. Her mom wouldn’t be home all night. She always went out of town every Wednesday night to look after Trisha’s grandmother, and spent the night there.
I knocked on the door, it was all dark inside. The door slowly opened, just enough for me to enter. Trisha was completely naked and jumped in my arms.
She kissed me, sunk her tongue all the way in my mouth, and felt my now, rock hard boner. The feel of her bare ass with her legs around me was hot. She took all my clothes off, and started feeling and kissing my dick. Then she whispered, (“….let’s go see the picture your going to cum on.“) She was really hot about this, and said again I was to only think of her when I came on it. I sat at her computer and we looked at the pictures of her. She stood behind me and felt my chest, as each picture made us hotter and hotter. Finally I said: “There!”…It was one of her lying on the couch on her back. She had her legs bent at the knee and way apart, in a wide open little pussy shot. You could see the wetness of her pussy. She had a devilish smile and her arms extended out to the camera. It was like a ‘come and fuck me’ type pose.
I hit ‘print’, and out it came…perfect! She took the picture and placed it on the table in her room. She stood behind me, I could hear and feel her breathing on my neck. She reaching around and undid my belt, button and zipper, and let my pants drop to the floor. She rubbed her little pussy on my butt cheeks and her hand felt my boner, balls and pubic hair. Her hands trembled slightly. She whispered in my ear: (“…cum big on my picture, I want to hold your hands as you jack off on it.”) I said breathlessly: “I’m thinking only of you Trisha.“
Damn!, she was making me hot!!!
She had two girlfriends who had pictures of themselves with huge splatters of cum on them, and Trisha had seen them both. Those pictures had got to her, and she fantasized about one of herself and a guy who had the hots for her shooting a huge load of cum on her picture. She found her guy,…me.
Now it was going to happen, and she was dripping wet as I reached back to feel her pussy for a second. I stood over the picture, staring right at her wet pussy in the picture, and wrapped my hands around my dick. Her hands wrapped around mine. We started in slowly jacking me. I could feel the heat from her body behind me as she squirmed. She kissed my neck as she stared at the picture to. She was breathing right in my ear, or should I say panting.
We heard a noise.
Someone was trying open the front door. We froze….then Trisha whispered: (“Oh Shit!, my mom!”) Her mom was the only one who had a key. She quick grabbed her robe, and I pulled up my pants and slipped the pictures under her bed. Trisha and I walked down stairs. It was her mom ok, a little drunk. She waved to someone and closed the door. She had gotten stopped by a cop and she smelled of booze. He liked what he saw and had her blow in the devise. A .079. A .080 was the limit. He had to let her go, but advised her to drive home and he would follow her, to be safe…(yeah sure.) Her mom laughed when she sat down. “That fool cop thought he was gonna fuck me, but I got away by feeling his dick!….I told him my husband worked for the mayor…tee hee.”
Trisha was pissed, and said: “Lay down mom, you need a rest.” She was hoping she would fall asleep on the couch and we could continue with our little picture project. Her mom spotted me then and smiled big. Trisha whispered: (“…go and start rubbing her back. See if she’ll go to sleep.”) I whispered: ‘ok’ and sat on the couch with her. Her mom looked at me and winked. She said: “Time for you to go to bed Trisha.” She got up and went to the bathroom. Trisha jumped on top of me on the couch and whispered: (“Please come to my room, no matter what happens. I want you so bad, this waiting is killing me! I want your cum on that picture with us both jacking you off, then I want to fuck you all night!”) She kissed me like a wild animal and felt my dick firm! She got up and wiggled her tight beautiful ass and smiled as she went upstairs swinging her butt for me.
Trisha…
Well…here I was. A hot girl I wanted to fuck real bad, and her mom, half drunk that wanted to fuck too. If I could feel her mom up real good, I might just get her to sleep.
Boy, was I mistaken.
Her mom, Jenna, came out of the bathroom with just a short white robe on. Oh shit, she looked so hot. Those perfect legs, big boobs and her hair was long and pulled back. She poured two glasses of wine, and brought me one. She leaned over and whispered: (“…you not getting away tonight mister. You owe me big time, and I’ve just been waiting to get you alone….drink your wine and prepare to fuck me, you sweet man.”)
(Gulp) I about choked on the wine. She set my wine down and pushed me down on the couch. She had no under panties on and she put her legs over my chest. I stared at a beautiful pussy, just inches from my face. I could smell her aroma of pure female sex and perfume. She just sat and smiled at me, sipping her wine. My arms were pinned down with her legs. She continued to whisper: (“….do you see something you like?…would you like to taste Jenna?…put your tongue out and taste me….you’ll like it…”) She inched her pussy a tiny bit forward. She played with my hair, rubbing it and the sides of my head. She inched forward just a little more. I could just feel her pubic hair on my lips. She was teasing me beyond words. All my tongue would reach was the very tip of her clit. She started rocking a little, each rock just touching her clit to my tongue. She began to moan and mutter something. Now I could just barely get my arms up and feel her smooth ass and hips. She moaned as I did it. She just toyed with my tongue as I was trying to get in a good lick on her clit. She teased my tongue with her pussy like a game. She had her eyes closed and rocking slightly, while feeling her own tits. Out of the side of my eye I saw Trisha with a digital camera smiling. The camera made no noise and no flash. She was taking pictures. I started slipping a finger down her mom’s butt crack. She gasped!….and moaned and started breathing faster. She reached back and started unzipping my pants. As she leaned back, her clit came right into my mouth. Now she really started gasping and rocking her clit into me. She pulled my boner out and started scooting back. She undid my belt and pants button and pulled them down. She started breathlessly kissing me and I felt her put my dick in her warm wet pussy. It slipped in so slick. Her tongue went wild in my mouth as we both gasp for air. She started fucking me steady now and moaning more. I started rubbing her back firm. She got weak and laid on top of me, moaning little moans. I kept it up as she wilted into a warm pile of woman on top of me, all spent. It was all I could do not to cum in her warm pussy, but I wanted Trisha so bad, I figured I could fuck mom anytime later. Soon mom was passed out on top of me. I waited until I heard her little snoring start. I slowly worked my self out from under her.
Trisha was jumping up and down smiling with camera in hand. I left Jenna on the couch as Trisha pulled me upstairs.
She closed and locked her door and jumped in my arms. She started kissing me while taking off her robe. She whispered: (“….now!…where were we!…”) and giggled. She got down, threw her robe off and took my pants off. I got the picture out and we began again. The feel of her tits and naked body behind me was driving me crazy. Now my boner was maxed out big. She stroked it and took my hands and put them around it. Her hands on mine again. She whispered: (“….I wished that was me on top if you down stairs, I would keep you there all night, and never let you go. I want to see your cum so bad, because I know what it feels like inside me, so hot and slick.”) We started jack me faster and faster and watched my dick explode at that point. She moaned at I shot mega loads on the picture, covering her pussy right on the picture. I felt her knees buckle as she orgasmed. I reached back to hold her up as she kept jacking my dick to the last spurt. The picture was covered with many shots of my cum, just as she wanted. I scanned it and now she had her purse size picture. She was dying to show her girlfriends. She said it had way more cum on hers than on theirs.
I picked her up and placed her in her bed. I got on top of her put my spent, but still hard dick in her. Her pussy squeezed me over and over and she just kept moaning.
I woke up to someone kissing me. My dick was hard again and in Trisha….but her head was turned away from me. It was dark. I tried to focus to see….Jenna was kissing me and feeling my butt, while I had my dick in her daughter! My mind went numb.
She whispered in my ear softly: (“…my little ‘burger queen’ has to work late tonight, so I’m coming over to your apt. at 9pm….we have some ‘unfinished’ business, mister.”)
She slipped her tongue in my mouth and left. I was in a daze. It was 6:30 am and she just left for her work.
Beautiful Trisha was under me again, and my dick was in her….ahhhhh….now to wake her up properly….‘while fucking.’
I reached down to her little damp clit, and started to just rub around it just slightly. I heard this little tiny moan. I felt a slight squeezing on my dick from her pussy. I heard her mumble:….’oh daddy….yes‘…
I made a mental note to try and find out about her ‘daddy’.
Later on, her drunk mom finally told me all about Trisha‘s ‘daddy‘, late one night….Wow!
Two years ago, Jenna caught Trisha’s in bed fucking her dad. Jenna and her dad split over it. This started the battle over men between them. Jenna went after Trisha’s boyfriends and Trisha went after Jenna’s boyfriends. Jenna thought it was a one time thing when she caught Trisha.
It wasn’t. Trisha and her dad had been having sex play since she was 11. When Jenna caught them, Trisha was 16 and It was the first time they had full sex. Jenna came home early that day and surprised them. He didn’t cum and Trisha didn’t either. Dad moved far away and Trisha wanted a man like her dad. That turned out to be me. Jenna wanted me too but didn’t want Trisha to have me. They both reluctantly decided to share me.
For now, I had my dick in a sweet 18 yr old, ready to fuck as I felt her arms go around my neck……

Read 16368 times |
Rated 91.4 % |
(81 votes)

Vote list (Close) :blueheatt
: POSITIVEkinkybitch1
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Fiction

My New Mother-in-Law Chapter 2

My New Mother-in-law
Chapter 2
“What makes you ask about Esther, Edith?”
”I only wondered Ian if you knew where she might be?”
”Actually I don’t know. She is probably at work I assume.”
We changed the subject. Edith sat opposite me. She had changed and now wore a diaphanous dark red blouse with her black bra showing beneath the material. The blouse was cut at her shoulders making her look very alluring. I expressed my delight at the blouse along with her tight silk skirt that emphasised her luxurious hips. It came to her knees and the suspenders were just noticeable to the eye. I told her I wanted her to do something for me. “What?” she asked?
”Go to the rest room and take off your bra and return with it in your handbag Edith.” She blushed at the audacity. Maybe this was unusual in rural Berkshire.
”Ian I can’t, my neighbour is sitting two tables away and will know immediately.”
”What have you to lose? She doesn’t look behind the door and anyway she looks delicious and bored anyway. She’s with her husband and he is sitting where he’s unable to see you. It could be the start of a whole new way of life Edith, for both of you.”
We had both had a glass of wine each and she must have eaten nothing for a few hours. She took the bottle and replenished her glass and mine, took a substantial swig, got up and left for the restroom with her handbag and I noticed her smiling almost privately with the neighbour, who then gave me a quick look over. I gave a smile in return which she just acknowledged. She was the same age as Edith as but a more rubenesque shape than Edith’s diamond shape with fairly full breasts in a jacket that revealed a nice piece of cleavage and skirt that went below her knees but was tucked up beyond them. Stockings or tights I wasn’t sure but nicely presented. She seemed bored with her husband.
Edith returned. I could not but admire her sheer audacity in what she had accepted as a challenge. She looked straight at me as she got near our table, ignoring, this time, her neighbour. Her tits were pressing against her blouse, which because it was diaphanous made her look just a bit triumphant and just a little tarty. But she had pulled off the gesture really well.
Her tits had a bounce to them and they had changed to their natural shape. Fullish yet tight against the blouse with a distinct picture of flesh beneath, because of the dark red colour and diaphanous nature of her blouse. Her darkened nipples pressed against the material looking stiffened and well pronounced. Her pale arms were in stark contrast to the dark yet revealing nature of the blouse. As the blouse was buttoned at the back the pressure on her nipples was even more emphasised. I mentally noted that I must ask her how she achieved the change without help. Not only did she have her neighbour as an audience but the more sexually astute restaurant clients as well as some of the waiters.
”Ian what is happening here for god’s sake, the whole damn restaurant is staring at me?”
”You’re just looking very beautiful and desirable Edith that’s all.”
”It’s more than that Ian. It’s because of what we must represent to them all too.”
”How does that feel then Edith?”
”Scary but exciting I suppose.”
”Then enjoy it Edith.”
She took in the neighbour in her sights and received a very warm smile and then suddenly a surreptitious wink. I spent the rest of our lunch indulging in flattering her on her sexual appearance and the envy of those surrounding us. I wanted to touch and stroke them in their luscious glory but it wasn’t the kind of restaurant where you could get away with that.
We plied through our lunch and were going on to coffee when her neighbour appeared by our side. I noticed her husband walking to the restroom at the same time. She was taking the opportunity obviously by his temporary absence.
“Well Edith it’s good to see you out and about and looking so well and, if I may say so, audacious, but are you going to introduce me to your handsome friend?”
“This is my son-in-law, Ian. Ian this is Freda.”
I was astonished at Edith’s nerve in declaring me so openly, but now it was done. They continued pleasantries with Freda giving me warm smiles in between. Then she surprised both of us.
Look I’m giving Michael a lift to the station now. How about coming back to my place for a drink and a nice chat? I’ll be about 20 minutes.”
Edith looked to me for assent.
“Sure Freda we would love to.”
With that she joined her husband at the entrance and departed with a quick smile. He barely acknowledged us.
“Well Edith that’s put us on the spot eh?”
“I couldn’t deceive her Ian. Anyway it will give her something to think about wont it?”
“Very brave, we’ll see.”
We asked for the bill and decided not to bother with the coffee. As we had a little time to pass I slipped round to sit beside her and placed my hand firmly on her thigh. She just beamed as I ran my hand to her stocking and stroked her lower thigh.
“You’re teasing me Ian.”
But she didn’t stop me.
“I hope you won’t be bored at Freda’s Ian. We usually talk cooking and gardening.”
I assured her I wouldn’t be bored and wondered how curious Freda would be this afternoon. They both fitted my fantasies about older women however as they both were or potentially were sexually exciting as well as attractive.
I drove the car to Freda’s place and we parked the car. She had arrived already.
We were profusely welcomed. Freda had taken the time to freshen herself up as well as unbuttoning her blouse to reveal more cleavage. She saw me take in her swollen beauties as we sat in the lounge. Edith took a place on the sofa next to me but at a discrete distance. Freda made us comfortable and at ease as she brought out the cafetierre and a bottle of very good cognac. Reaching for glasses from a shoulder high cabinet we were given a delightful view of her buttocks the skirt emphasised as well as seamed stockings and their darkened portion near the tops.
We settled in and they did indeed talk gardening and cooking. I just sat back and enjoyed their warmth and wondered what was really going in their heads. I noticed Freda occasionally taking in Edith’s full blouse. Edith was sitting fairly upright on the sofa giving emphasis to the pressure of her nipples against the transparency of her blouse. The afternoon sun was now low enough to make her seem even more see-through. She was sufficiently tipsy to feel bold and must have been conscious of her physical state. She was indeed sitting dead proud relishing her new found sexuality.
Freda was not entirely without self awareness either. We were sitting in a triangle to each other. Freda gave me a charming view of her thigh and the top of her stockings. Whilst engaged with Edith she even slipped forward to reveal white flesh.
I was completely enchanted with them both. Suddenly Freda threw out a comment.
“You are quiet Ian. What’s going on in your mind may I ask?”
Edith was taken aback by the sudden change of topic.
“I was just thinking how fortunate I am to me in the presence of two beautiful and dare, I say it, voluptuous women.”
Edith visibly shocked by my outspoken remark. Freda took it entirely in her stride. “Would you like to elaborate Ian?” Edith pronounced.
Without taking the challenge I responded with, “Well would either of you agree with my comment about yourselves?”
“Oh Ian you’re just teasing two women getting on in years. Don’t you agree Freda?”
“He wasn’t talking about our ages Edith, he was commenting on our appearance. Given that he’s your son-in-law I wouldn’t be surprised if his wife would be a touch jealous of you my dear.”
Edith blushed at that remark but managed a smile.
I let go the passing reference to my wife and her mother. But Freda followed through with,
“Actually Edith I saw you go to the restroom as well as return. You certainly seem to have liberated yourself of your bra on your return and what a gorgeous sight too. That seems to account for Edith Ian, do you have any comment for me?”
“Well Freda, you are giving us a lovely view of your cleavage, which you didn’t give your husband in the restaurant and I just love the view of your suspenders.”
She just smiled and let her skirt slip further up her thigh. Delicious. It gave her more courage than I had anticipated.
“Edith the sun is doing lovely things with your blouse. Ian can see all your beautiful breasts. Why don’t you give him a little tease, they’re certainly delighting me.
Edith blushed again but responded, “I think I need another cognac darling after hearing that, you are so naughty Freda.”
Freda poured more for her and she immediately drowned it.
“Perhaps we need a bit of frankness here Edith, don’t you think?”
Without seeking permission Freda opened with more disclosure.
“I have a sense you two are a bit of an item, to say the least. And I think that is absolutely marvellous. Ian, Edith is a wonderful woman who has been treated abominably by her selfish husband. At last you have tapped her pent up sexuality and you look fantastic for it Edith. I envy you. Shall I tell Ian about us Edith?”
Edith gasped but gave her tacit acquiescence.
“Well Ian, you have managed what was too far for Edith with me. I sense you are both thoroughly enjoying being sexual with each other. I wanted her, and still do incidentally, but it was too much to go there for Edith.”
“Oh Freda darling I am so sorry, I just wasn’t ready at the time, when was it, about a year ago on this very sofa. My body wanted to but my head just held me back. I am very touched you still want me.”
With that Freda got up and stepped over to Edith, taking her hand. Edith rose from the sofa. Freda cupped her hands round Edith’s head and kissed her full on her lips. Edith responded by hugging her hard and close squeezing Freda’s breasts against hers. I saw them tentatively start to tongue each other. Tears were streaming down Edith’s cheeks.
Freda gently pushed Edith back toward the sofa. It was a slight squeeze with all of us on it and Edith in between us. Edith looked through her tears toward me and put her hand out to mine. I grasped it and turned more toward her. Freda kissed those tears as I slipped my other hand toward Freda and stroked her arm drawing it toward Edith’s full blouse and the nearest breast beneath it. Edith drew me toward her other breast and rested my hand on her nipple. Freda and I began caressing each nipple whilst taking turns kissing Edith’s mouth.
“Oh Ian, Freda, my two darlings.” She eased off from crying but was still heaving somewhat. “Stop a minute, please I need to get my head round this. Sorry I cried so much. Suddenly being the centre of attention is overwhelming. Oh Freda, my tears are just my outpouring of relief at being able to be myself both to Ian and to you at last.”
“Edith why don’t you just let Ian and I love you and let our bodies take care of us?”
“I’ve been so starved of affection all these years, I couldn’t stop you both even if I thought I should.”
With that I looked at Freda and she returned mine with an intensity born of passion exuding from her body. I reached over whilst holding Edith close round her shoulder and tentatively went to kiss Freda. Her response was immediate, pushing her tongue in my mouth and skirting inside as she moved her hand across and up to my groin to check me out. She found me hard and pressing against my zipped trousers, stroking as she explored. We returned to Edith with our hands smoothing her soft blouse against her voluminous breasts centring on her nipples and curling our fingers round her raised nipples.
“Oh yes, good, that’s good, so good. Harder please I love it.”
My calculating sexual brain was working overtime. I decided to take a slight risk. Kissing them both in turn, in reassurance, I hugged them both and stood up, unzipped my stiff cock and placed it near Edith’s lips. She gave me an immediate open mouth kiss and small suck and withdrew. Turning to Freda I offered the same. She reciprocated but took my stem and pulled it to her open mouth and started as if to blow me. I gently pulled away and intimated that I was going to move to the chair opposite and watch my new lovers for awhile.
Removing my clothes below my shirt I sat down with my handy lubricant to indulge in some woman watching and looking after myself masturbating as they began their first real encounter noting that it would have been, perhaps too confusing for Edith to have handled both of us initially.
Freda resumed her tonguing whilst stroking those breasts with heightened urgency.
Freda reached round Edith’s back and carefully released the buttons of her blouse, and slowly drawing the fabric away from her shoulders and arms to reveal her pale breasts to us. Freda’s hands swept over the curves of her naturally drooping beauties knowing that she finally had a willing subject to pamper and seduce. She held them both as if presenting them for my view as well. I smiled and gave my accord to this by stroking with fervour at the sight of Edith being loved.
Freda knelt down in front of Edith whilst ensuring her thighs were open to get close to her, thereby forcing her skirt up beyond her stockings to reveal her suspenders and plump thighs. Leaning forward Freda took a nipple in her mouth whilst holding in both hands her tit so her nipple protruded as far out as possible to let it be sucked. She went further and gave her a small bite. Edith screamed at that but didn’t demur, pulling her head closer until Freda couldn’t breathe easily.
She repeated the same assault on her other tit, driving Edith to frenzy.
Edith just accepted the onslaught, not knowing what to do but revelling in the sheer newness this side of her sexuality.
“Oh Freda I wish I hadn’t spurned you before, your wonderful, simply wonderful, I can’t do anything except give to you for you to take me.”
“Edith I’ve wanted you for years and now you’re mine and Ian’s thanks to him.”
Freda leaned forward again, slipping her hand round Edith’s back and released her skirt at the waist. Sitting back she began to tug her skirt down revealing Edith’s suspender belt. Her tummy was plump just there and emphasised by the belt but still delightful for that. She continued tugging until her pussy hairs began to emerge. No pants!
Freda continued until her skirt was lying beside her on the floor. She pulled Edith’s legs and thighs apart until her pinkness was revealed and very wet it looked even from my vantage point.
Still fully clothed herself Freda stroked her hands up Edith’s legs to those luscious thighs fingering her inner soft flesh near her cunt but not quite touching but teasing as she caressed so near her inner moistness. Edith lay back in the sofa with her eyes closed no doubt wondering if ever Freda would get there.
But she did. A finger from each hand lightly touched her full labia covered by the lightest hair strands. Edith reacted intuitively to that touch as Freda made light flicking movements along the dark flesh beyond the pink trough she held back from, being a complete tease. Unhurriedly she slipped under her cunt and pushed a finger back into her anal crease. Pushing she got instant recognition and a sigh of satisfaction.
I intervened.
“Edith is this your first time with a woman?”
She smiled and casting her eyes at Freda’s, “Yes and I shouldn’t have resisted Edith the last time.”
Edith took that as real encouragement, not that she needed it. Leaning forward Freda slipped her tongue forward to lick Edith’s outer labia, which were very pronounced, whilst still fingering the edge of Edith’s sphincter.
I was getting very horny and hard, stroking my still hardened cock.It didn’t distract them. Edith was revelling in Freda’s gentle assault as she pushed her tongue into Edith’s vagina and then slid up to her clit to just delicately touch it.
Freda began a rhythmic movement between her vaginal orifice and her clit that lifted Edith up in sexual tension. Deepening her sucking Freda had Edith right on the edge, holding back and then returning to the hardened pacing of her tongue.
Then it happened. Edith’s face contorted with her eyes tightly closed. Her mouth opened to a high pitched scream and her hands grasped Freda’s head to stop her moving away, then to just stop her moving as she found herself tortured by the sheer sexual agony of her orgasm. She still held her head as she slowly came down from her frenzy.
Freda moved gradually back from the wet cunt and gazed at her lover. She then stood over Edith holding her head and planted her soaking mouth and face on Edith’s open and willing mouth sharing the delicious taste of her recently unwashed middle aged woman before her.
Sharing the sofa, Freda held her now beatific love to her shoulder and hugged her.
Edith was a succulent sight still in her suspenders, stockings and heels with her thighs still wide open from the onslaught and her pinkness revealed and her clit still prominent.
Freda suggested we have a break for some drinks and came back with wine and glasses. I had cuddled next to Edith and suggested she explore Freda on her return. She had not had time to reply when Freda had returned.
We drank together whilst I fondled Edith’s breasts and Freda began to stroke my cock nurturing it back to full hardon. Freda leaned forward on her knees to suck me lightly on my tip, Edith looking on enviously. I nodded to Edith who took my hint. She moved from the sofa and slipped down behind Freda’s hips, slowly lifting her skirt.
I could only see from Freda’s head but saw her in her stockings and no panties. Edith was uncertain what to do.
“Shall I tell her Freda?”
“That would be a good idea Ian, I think.”
“Edith lie down on your back under Freda and between her thighs so you can get a good sight of her cunt.”
She did as instructed but was not in tongue touch easily. Freda responded by lowering her cunt to her face. I wanted to see this and Freda understood, remaining at the edge of the sofa and leaning on it. I knelt down in between Edith’s thighs and started to suck where Freda had recently plundered. This encouraged Edith to take the bait and raise her tongue to her lover’s cleft slightly hesitantly. As I reached her clit she got the point and went for Freda’s.
We got into a heightened tempo as two clits were shared in unison. Freda was there first even though Edith was a novice. She howled her orgasm as Edith wrought the fragments of her cum from her swollen clit.
She turned over and pressed her tongue into Edith’s soaking mouth.
“Oh I’ve needed that so badly. Bless you Edith, you’re a natural, a bloody natural. We’ll go far with a mouth like that.”
Edith stood and said she was going to the loo and Freda said there was no need we could look after her. She ignored that suggestion but I clocked it for the future and smiled at Freda.
We conspired whilst Edith went to pee or shit. On her return she saw Freda resuming her suck to keep me nice and hard.
“Edith I want to return the favour and suck you whilst Ian looks after you.”
“Sounds wonderful, I didn’t realise there could be so many permutations.”
Edith took the hint and leaned over the sofa with her voluminous arse and hips spread before us. Freda lay between Edith’s thighs and pulled her down to mouth level. I straddled Freda’s body and moved to Edith’s wet pink cunt exposed to my view as she was being clit tongued. Freda felt my advance and gave me her mouth a moment to give it a quick sloppy taste. Moving slightly I slipped easily into Edith’s warm moisture right up to her cervix, easily in contact in that vulnerable position. Freda and I indulged Edith in her first threesome as she scaled through toward her second cum. Freda was careful to keep her near the edge but not over and I paused too.
At a hand pressure from my conspirer I withdrew, totally wet from my fucking her cunt. Lifting slightly, I pressed my cock hard against my favourite depository.
Edith yelped at the sudden pain. I paused. “Alright Ian.” I pushed further at her lovely brownish sphincter and she relented letting me in an inch or so. Pause. Resume. In. “Oh god Ian it hurts but don’t stop. I know you love it there. And thank you for fucking me first. I did wonder if you were a one track man.”
We continued, Freda her clitoral and my anal assault. Once again Edith was near and we both paused.
I was now holding Edith’s hips and started slapping her arse with my hands, quite severely. Another squeeze from Freda and I stopped. I withdrew, with a groan from Edith. My cock was moist and had a slight tint to it from her rectum.
Freda was ready. She withdrew her tongue from that clit and placed her mouth firmly round my cock, sucking it clean with my entry in and out in a few movements. She let me withdraw and we each returned to our respective places. Freda increased her pace to Edith’s delight as did I. She started to freeze her body and she went into spasm. I fucked her harder as I felt my cum emerging. Suddenly I found myself going over and releasing my spunky load right in her arsehole as she completed her cum with a scream. What I hadn’t realised was that Freda had been quietly stroking herself and she had a third cum just as we were coming down.
When she finished I slowly withdrew from my favourite anus, followed immediately by my spunky residue which fell onto Freda’s open lips.
Rising from her recumbent position, she leaned toward Edith asking her if she wanted to share my spunk.
I froze, imagining this being a bit too far. Edith lay under Freda a moment saying nothing but taking in the idea. She just opened her mouth in readiness. Freda obliged. Spunk from her anus flowed from one mouth to deposit in Edith’s. She swallowed and smiled at both of us.
The phone rang and Freda answered. Her husband said he would be returning shortly as he had finished his business early. We took that as queue to disappear. Freda thanked us for a wonderful afternoon and hoped we would see her again, particularly Edith. She assured her she would, recognising I couldn’t be around that often.
As we left to get the car from the drive, Edith noticed a light on upstairs in her daughter’s old bedroom which she also used as an office occasionally. We agreed that it would be unwise for me to go there with her. So Edith and I hugged each other and she promised she would phone me on my mobile once she sorted out what was going on. I suggested she go in quietly so as not to surprise whoever was there. I would take my car and park nearby so I didn’t bump into Freda’s husband.
Edith entered the house at the back entrance and crept up the stairs. From the comfort of my car I waited. Shortly she rang.
“Ian I’m upstairs in the toilet next to Esther’s bedroom. I don’t have the light on and can see through the keyhole that connects to her room. Fortunately it’s locked on my side. Esther is on her pc with her webcam on. It’s facing me. I’m feeling a bit upset Ian.”
“What’s up?”
“Esther has her blouse open, her skirt round her waist, masturbating to the webcam.”
“And?”
“You may be shocked Ian.”
“I can guess Edith. Jason’s on the webcam isn’t he?”
“He is. He’s at his office with his trousers at his ankles and he’s masturbating as well. Their looking pretty high. Oh my god their both cuming right now. She’s frozen rigid and he’s cuming all over his desk.
“How are you feeling right now Edith?”
“I’m alright Ian. In many ways I’m relieved that the bastard no longer dominates and oppresses me. It’s not the first time I’ve seen them at it I can tell you. In the past it just made feel totally inadequate. I don’t feel that any longer. How about you Ian?”
I’m not sure how I feel right now. I would like to get back at them for your sake Edith.”
“Oh don’t ruin your relationship with Esther for me Ian.”
“We could have some fun with this situation Edith if we care to.” Indeed I felt a stiffening coming on as I thought of the possibilities.
“Ian she is closing the pc now and putting her clothes back on. I better go now and come back in the front of the house. I’ll phone you as soon as I can.
“Why don’t you come to the car for a moment before I go back to London?”
“Good idea Ian. Give me five minutes.”
She joined me in the car. We hugged. We felt very close. She put her hand down to my groin and asked, “What’s this Ian. Is that me or Esther whose done that?”
“Just thinking about the possibilities Edith, that’s all. We have quite an advantage now.”
“Oh Ian you’re incorrigible, but I think I am falling for you in a big way. I just hope I won’t frighten you off.”
“You won’t do that Edith I assure you. But I would like you to suck me off right now.”

Read 73935 times |
Rated 93.2 % |
(176 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

Fiction

“A YOUNG TEACHER”

“A Young Teacher”
By Blueheatt
…….In high school, I was doing ok with a few girls, but I found I loved the challenge of getting in their panties the fun part. After I had fucked them, I wanted my freedom to go after any girl I wanted.
I found an unexpected challenge that fired up my juices to put the make on this woman. She was my Drama – English teacher, a Mrs. Weaver. She was cute a hell. She had sweet eyes, and very nice body and tits, and always dressed cool. I wanted to fuck her more and more.
As teenagers, to score with a female teacher was a major score. We’d all seen in the last few years, female teachers fucking male students in the news. They got into legal trouble, but the guys only got praise and envy .
Mrs. Weaver had a surprise test one afternoon, and I didn’t know any of it….so….I wrote my answers all as a comedy sketch. “When is a verb used as a noun.” was one of her questions.
I put: “When you run out of nouns, you just kidnap a ’verb’ and force it a gun point to be a noun.” I wrote every answer this way. I figured I’m going to get an “F” anyway so why not have some fun with it. When the bell rang, Mrs. Weaver stood by the open door outside. As I walked by she tapped me on the arm and said to go back into the classroom, she wanted to talk to me. Oh shit, here it comes, kicked out of her class I figured. She handed me my test with a big red “F” on it, but with a note on it, “See Teacher”. I stood there waiting for a lecture, and kicked out. I looked up and at first she had no expression, then she began to smile. “You failed the test, but……that was the funniest thing I have ever read! Now….to keep you from failing and getting kicked out of class, I suggest this: After school you come to the Drama room and start writing comedy for our next play we’re putting on.” (me write comedy?, nerds and geeks were in drama classes.) “Well…I..”…I looked at her beautiful smiling eyes and hot body, all eager hoping I would say yes, and said: “Ok, but only if you help me.” Damn if she didn’t put her arms around my neck and hug her nice tits into my chest.
We talked in length about the play as I tried to hide my boner. She took her jacket off and she had really nice tits for my eyes to feast on.
I went to the drama room after school, hoping none of my buddies wouldn’t see me go in. She was the only one in there. No practice that day. She had her pinned up hair down in a long wavy pony tail. We sat side by side in the corner going over the play. Now she had on a dark blue sports suit kind of thing. It was unzipped 1/3 of the way down her chest. Now I was really distracted seeing half her tit as we talked. She scooted close as I quickly wrote the lines for a dumb character in the play. Mrs. Weaver went: “Wow, you did that so fast! This is perfect!” She grabbed my arm and hugged it saying: “ Thank you, your so talented at this.” My boner was luckily under the table. I was now looking down her sports suit at two of the most beautiful tits I’d seen this close and LIVE in a while. I continued and she continued complementing me over and over. When we finished I had re-written the whole play and added in comedy. She squirmed in her seat with delight and kept squeezing my arm. This is so wonderful, your so talented. I took the scrip and held it up like I was going to tear in in half. She exclaimed: “No…what are you doing!” I said one kiss is all I want, other wise I’m ripping this to shreds. She smiled at me so cute and sexy and whispered: (“you know I can’t do that.”) She was breathing heavy.
I told her she would have to leave first. She looked puzzled and ask why? I smiled and said: “Ugly girls don’t cause me this problem.” She paused….. got pink in the face as she figured out what I meant. She got up grinning and stood behind me. I heard her zipper. She had taken off her jacket, she reached in and put it over my lap, but now she was just in her bra and sport suit pants! I turned and looked at her tits and said: “Mrs. Weaver…jezzzz..it will never go down now.” She smiled and opened up a locker and put on another jacket.
She took a deep breath, then went over and locked the door. She sat by me, took another big breath and ask me to keep this conversation absolutely secret.
She said she was not married. The ‘Mrs.‘. Weaver was to look good for her job. She was only 23, and had been a nerd all her life. She wore thick glasses but had contacts now. All she ever cared about was being a teacher. She was a late bloomer and it was just in the last two years that her body developed. She said I was the first guy who she knew definitely,…. got an erection over her, and she took it as a great complement, but that it shook her up some. I said: “Mrs. Weaver, your so hot I took this offer just to be close to you. Me and half the guys in school think your hot.” She gasp and took a big breath….. She whispered: “ We have to keep this on a teacher / student level here at school…”
She scooted close to me, held my hand under the table and whispered right in my ear:
(“… maybe you could….(pause)…. come over some evening and we would work…. on some school plays.”) I could smell her wonderful womanly perfume and feel her fingers tremble a little. She was smiling and looking into space across the room. She got up and pulled me up and said you gotta go, and pushed me to the door and out.
She thought to herself:..
(‘…what are you doing, girl!…you know this can lead to trouble. You just invited a male student to your house! Mom won’t like it at all….but I’m so attracted to him, he really desires me, I can’t help it. I’m having fantasizes about him already! I can feel his arms around me and kissing me…which will never happen…but…what if it did? Keep your mind on the script writing and off of him. Oh damn!, that’s so easy to say….his erection for me was so hot, I get tingles just thinking about it. He must think I’m sexually attractive. When we’re alone at my house, will he make a move on me?….god I hope so. I can’t resist. I want him so bad, I can’t think about anything else. Something about him has given me new feelings, and I want a lot more of them…stop girl!…just think about working on the plays and not him…just the plays…just the plays…”)
We arranged for me to arrive after dark, to avoid being seen.
She still lived with her mom, and she introduced me as ‘my friend’, not a student to her. Her mom was pleased and stayed up stairs the whole evening. Mrs. Weaver was now just Morgan Weaver at home. She had on shorts, a tiny top with no bra, and looked way hotter than I had imagined. As we talked she admitted she had only one boyfriend. A nerd like her, who moved away a while back. She was making me want her more and more.
I said: “You must like to act, so let’s do a sketch.” She said: “Oh yes, let’s do that!” I said: “We’re in a row boat in a storm. I’m lying in the bottom injured. You the rower. Ok?” I laid down on the couch She smiled and said: “I….I…” and started to giggle. She got on top of me and sat right on my dick facing me. I said: “The storm is bad, so you lean over and protect me for the storm.” She giggled again and said: “What kind of scene is this?” I pulled her down to me and said: “A hot love scene, now stop giggling and”….I kissed her.
“Oh….(gasp)..I…I… I’m not sure I can…play this scene.”…I whispered in her ear: (“I’ll teach you Morgan,…”The rower kissed the man with all her passion, while she protected him with her body.”
She was not use to this and tried to talk as I felt her body and kept kissing her face over and over. She was totally out of breath and finally relaxed and started kissing me back between gulps of air. I said: (“Wow…Morgan, you’re an excellent actress.“ ) She kept kissing me, but now started to twitching her body on me. As she got hotter she whispered: (“I’m not acting, your making me all excited inside. My mom’s home, (gasp) can you come back when she’s not here?”) I said sure, but first do you know how to French kiss? She didn’t even know what that was. I said: “One French kiss, and I’ll come back when your moms not here…ok?” She smiled and said: “Ok, you show me.” I took my time kissing her and then eased my tongue across her lips. She must have liked it as she returned her tongue to my lips. I eased my tongue deeper as hers did too. She had it now and she only broke for air, then back to the our tongues going crazy together.
I heard a noise on the stairs. Her mom took a few steps down, smiled, then quickly turned around and went back upstairs. Morgan was so engrossed I don’t think she even heard her.
I had to take a parting feel and down my hand went in the back of her shorts. I felt her smooth sweet butt cheeks. She jumped and whispered: (“…are you trying to get me to keep you after class?…”) …and giggled. I whispered back: (“I sure am, when will your mom be gone?”) She didn’t answer as she had her eyes closed and ran her fingers thru my hair. She said quietly ….”don’t go”…. I put my arms around her and rubbed her back and butt cheeks. The more we felt each other the hotter we got. She raised up and smiled with her beautiful eyes. She whispered: (“… I could get big trouble and lose my job getting involved with you, but I guess it’s to late. I want to be with you so bad. We have to be very careful. I just…want you…..”) She kissed me so hot my boner stood up between her legs, as she squirmed her pussy on it. She whispered out of breath: (“I’ll be… right back.”) She got up a little dizzy, and stumbled up the stairs.
After a while I see her mom come down the stairs. She comes over and tells me that Morgan isn’t feeling well, and that she will contact me to continue working on the plays. She hands me a sealed envelope. I graciously left and read the letter inside in my car.
“Dear ____. I’m faking this letter for my mom’s sake. She has always wanted me to be a lifelong teacher, and not get involved with men. (tee hee) She’ll be gone this coming week, come over Friday night after 9pm and we’ll ’work on plays’….Morgan., xxoo.”
The next day was Friday and I went to English class as usual. Mrs. Weaver was very cheerful and happy, but of course paid no attention to me in class. Somehow she had gotten more beautiful than ever. As the bell rang, she said she had a make up test for me she wanted to talk about. We talked about the test as the rest of the class filed out. After the last student left, she walked over and locked the door. It was the end of the school day. She smiled and pushed me up against the wall. “Mr. ___, do you know the penalty for molesting a teacher? The teacher has the right to punish you as she sees fit within the law. You will….. put your arms around me and kiss me until I stop you, do you understand!” I smiled and put my books down. “Yes mam.” I said.
It was pure heaven kissing her right in her own classroom. She felt my boner and I felt her nice tits. She stopped kissing me and said: “I hope you’ve learned something here today, now get out of my classroom, there will be further punishment later.” She straightened herself and unlocked the door, and pushed me out with a big grin. I left holding my books over my boner. Morgan thought to herself….’ wow….god I loved being desired so much.’
————–
It was Friday night, 6pm. I parked down a ways from her house. I had gotten there at 5:30 to watch her mom leave with another lady. I hid down in my seat and peeked as they drove the other way, away from me. My boner never quite went away so I held a sweat shirt in my hand over it. No one was watching that I could see. Morgan opened the door as I approached and I quickly went in. We held hands and just smiled at each other for a few minutes. Both our hearts were beating fast and we both could feel it in our hot and sweating hands. We just started slow dancing, we didn’t even know why. She had on a long shear blue night gown. I remember the aroma of her hair as her head lay on my chest. Finally she looked at me and said: “It’s time for more of your punishment Mr. We’re going to do some acting again, only this time I’ll be directing. You’ve just found me on the beach, half dead from almost drowning. There is a dry area in my bedroom. You take me there and start to revive me….Action!” I chuckled and picked her limp body up and carried her to her bedroom. She giggled. I said: “Drowning victims don’t giggle!” I placed her on her bed. I lifted up one leg and started pumping it up and down. We both got the giggles as she said: “That is NOT how you do it, mouth to mouth resuscitation is the correct way!…but first…It’s so hot in here, you better remove the victims clothes and your own too. I slowly undressed her and my self too. I think my eyes crossed looking at her sexy naked body for the first time. We took our time feeling our body’s, running fingers thru our hair and kissing us everywhere. She had soft music playing and we both were in another world of excitement. This was turning out not to be a score on my part, it was pure heaven. She whispered in my ear, out of breath: (“…it‘s no wonder…. mom didn‘t want me to…. ”). That was the last thing she was able to say as we began to blend our lips together. My boner lay right on top of her clit. She moved her pussy back and forth to let my dick massage her clit.
Morgan thought….
(’…oh god, this feeling of being desired is taking me to heights I never dreamed of. I need this, and a lot more of it.’)
I felt her tits as my boner started slipping down to enter her wet pussy. She reached down and guided it in. Oh god she was tight. I took my time entering her as she moaned and squirmed under me…..a little further in each stroke. Her body trembled as she felt my back and opened her legs wider. I lifted her legs up and put them on my chest. She liked that as I kept going in her pussy deeper. Her breathing was now in pants of moans as we started fucking. “Ohhhhh it’s so beautiful….I want to feel you in me all night….I….I….oooooo yes!” she whispered.
I finally could take full strokes and pushed my dick all the way to the bottom. She winched and cried out…”Oh god!…” and now we fucked faster and faster. She made growing and moaning sounds as my cum shot was coming. She held me so tight I could hardly breath and she started to climax. “AHHHH” she yelled as I shot a huge load in her. She bucked and squirmed, grinding her pussy down on my dick. My balls hurt as they kept pumping themselves empty and beyond. She was a shaking woman in a trance, pushing her pussy up to my dick, as deep at it would go. She just laid there and trembled. She gasp for air between kissing me over and over. She kept moaning those little sounds you can’t describe. I love the feeling of her tight trembling pussy around my dick.
Morgan thought…..
(’…oh mom, you’ve designed me this for all this time…well I’m having it, and lot’s of it from now on.’)
She kept working her pussy on my dick, getting all the good feelings she could…..we fell asleep…
————————–
….We put on the play: “A Streetcar Named Desire”…but the school wouldn’t let us….so we put on: “Splendor in the Grass”…..(..much to the Principals disgust…)

Read 36444 times |
Rated 89.6 % |
(202 votes)

Vote list (Close) :blueheatt
: POSITIVETungsteen Steel
: POSITIVEjdm320
: NEGATIVEboneboy2007
: POSITIVEDieselCrazy
: POSITIVEajay3672
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Fiction

Getting Bossed

Faced with financial issues, a divorced woman turns to her boss for help. He is willing to help … for a price.