Summertime Part 1
College guy gets high school pussy at summer job
College guy gets high school pussy at summer job
A school project helps son and friend fulfill there lustful desires
This is not a continuation of the previous story, but another story involving the same girl. This is a relatively violent story, so if you’re not into that kind of thing…don’t read it.
“LONELY HOUSEWIVES”
By Blueheatt
She held tight…..she was shaking…..
I grabbed her butt cheeks and began to fuck her slowly at first, she was livid with excitement. She, in her mind was fucking a teenager she had dreamed about for years. She muttered ….’yes baby yes…amy’s cuming now….I’ve wanted you to cum and fuck me baby….your here now…Oh….Damn little amy is going to cum for you so good…she’s been waiting and waiting for you… Some things she muttered I couldn’t understand as she built up and up to her ultimate climax again. Each time it got better, as she fucked me with her eyes closed. Soon she started to shake. I mean shake real hard! I felt her push her pussy in me as deep as it would go and then squeeze my dick hard as she yelled out her climax, just as my dick exploded in her pussy. She held me so tight and started kissing me as she said: “Oh My God” over and over as she continued to shake and fuck more.
Wow…what a wild woman going crazy on me. Best sex I ever had, it shook me up as we slowly collapsed on us. Her pussy still squeezing my dick at times. I felt her heart beat hard for a long time…then she began to melt on me. She felt wonderful, so warm and smelled so good.
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My phone rang two days later. “Mr. James, you sir, are the best lover ever. Rest up, tomorrow evening you will meet ‘Angel’. She’s special and needs your service. I went that evening, sat in the den as usual. No blindfold. In walks a 5’2” blond with 42d boobs. She smiled at me, I stood up and kissed her hand. We said nothing. We didn’t let go of our hands touching. Our arms slowly went around us as we stepped closer. She had on a long black dress…or was it a fancy robe? Ours eyes met and devilish smiles appeared on both our faces. We began to dance with no music. We pull us tighter to each other, feeling the swaying of our body’s. I was stunned at what a beauty she was and how we were just naturally drawn to each other. I was a foot taller than her. A turn on for me. I bent my head down and kissed her neck softly. She had on pearls that glowed on her. She shivered and ran her fingers thru my hair. Our breathing explained our feelings, no words needed. She liked to be held quietly…..
I got an eerie feeling as our body’s touched, like static electricity, but inside me. That name ’Angel’ it haunted me.
I gulped…..fate couldn’t be doing this, could it?
I had been talking with an ’Angel’ girl on line. Could this be her?….I kept silent as to not cause problems with Amy.
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‘Angel’ felt it too as she thought…..
‘ His touch felt almost familiar, and my fingers tingled when I touched him.
I disregarded it and only thought about a perfect time for Chad to come over and pleasure me.’
Angel would be my first client. She lived in a big house, her husband actually lived in England and kept her here where she wanted to be. I was to come over that evening, and spend the night. I knocked on the door and Angel answered and pulled me in. She led me into her special room for comfort, she called it. I was a huge room, with several beds and couches. The center of the floor was all this padded and lot of big pillows all over it. She had that stunning blond hair, big tits, and wore a long black see thru gown. She held me by the hand as she led me in. As I looked around I felt her behind me. Her hands went around my waist, and I felt her head on my back. She swayed us back and forth to the soft music. Her fingers started un buttoning my shirt and pants. She continued to undress me and then handed me a black robe to put on. She turned down the lights to just dim. She walked towards me and smiled and we danced slow with her feeling my body as I felt hers. Huge tits that my hand couldn’t cover. She led me over to a couch and pushed a remote. Soon a maid came with two glasses of wine and set them down. The maid smiled at me and looked me over for a minute handed me a little remote with one button on it that said: “Maid”. She slowly left the room. Angel smiled and said softly: “If you need anything at all, just push that button. Dora will come and fix you right up…..if you have the strength to push it.” We held our glasses up to toast us and Angel gulped a full glass down in one shot. She poured another and another for herself and down they went. She got up and took off my robe as I took her gown off. We then danced naked. She had a hot body and pushed her pussy into my rising dick. She then led me over to a couch and set me on the padded floor with a soft pillow behind my back. She put a big pillow behind her head and put he legs on top of mine and scooted her pussy in close. She pushed a button on her remote and soon out came Dora with a lady’s electric razor on a tray. Dora presented to me. I took it and Angel said: “I’ve always wanted a man to shave my pussy, please go ahead.” Dora looked at my hard dick, smiled big and left. Angel had been shaved but needed it again, only fuzz was on it. We smiled at each other as I started in. I pulled her pussy closer to me and began shaving her pussy as she moaned and squirmed. I pushed her legs way back as I continued shaving her. The vibration from the razor was making her squirm and moan. “…oh yes…that’s it baby, keep that up…oh god yes!…ooooo.. I kept shaving until her pussy was as smooth as a baby’s ass. I rubbed my face on it as she moaned and Held my head and guided my mouth to he slit. I slowly started licking slit, going a little deeper with each lick. She kept up a steady moan as she got wetter and wetter. I flicked her clit with my tongue just watch her jump each time. I worked my tongue up her body to her tits and nipples. She had her eyes closed in pleasure. I kept going and soon our tongues met and dance around our mouths. I had her legs on my shoulders and started slipping in my dick. She gasp and said: “Fuck me James, fuck me good!” I found her very tight and slowly kept putting more of my dick with each stroke. Now she was hyper with excitement. She moaned that hadn’t had sex in so long she wanted me to fuck her all night long. We did just that. She was the kind of fuck that wanted it to last. I kept slow fucking her as we felt our body’s. She kind of never stopped moaning with one break. She pushed the button for Dora. I was still fucking her slow. Dora came in with a sexy smile looking at us fucking. Angel want more wine to drink. Dora went and got it, and returned with it on a silver tray. I was a little embarrassed but Dora was not. Angel said to her: “Do you like Mr. James?” Dora replied: “Oh god yes, he’s hot looking.” Angel said: “Would you like to play with Mr. James, I have him all night?”
I got the picture I was being passed around to Angels maid. Angel said: “I’m going to take a break, show Dora a good time Mr. James, will you?” We sat up on the couch as Dora smiled and started taking her uniform off, with Angel smiling and watching. Dora was built hot. Slim with long legs that I loved. Angel watched and sipped her wine. Dora body slammed me down on the couch as Angel squealed with delight. Dora sat on top of me and put my dick in her warm pussy. She started bouncing on me feeling her own tits. Angel ask me: “How do you like Dora, Mr. James?” I said: “She’s hot and beautiful.” Angel said: “Dora is bi- sexual and she takes care of me, but needs a man to fuck now and again. Dora leaned over on me and quietly moaned. Angel went to the lady’s room and while she was gone Dora whispered: (“..I’m only bi with her for the big money she pays me. God I’ve needed somebody like you, but please act like I’m a great fuck, to make her happy.” I said: (“I won’t have to act, your way hotter than she is Dora!”) That lit a fire in her and she got a little crazy moaning and fucking me hard and crazy. When Angel got back, we were both moaning and fucking wildly, our body’s slapping together. Angel leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes. She had about 5 glasses of wine and she was going to sleep. Dora whispered: (“…oh god James, your going to make me cum so good, It’s been so long I …oh god yes…” Dora began moaning and fucking me fast and wild. I held her hot body and we fucked like we’d been fucking forever. She moaned in my ear as I shot cum up into her fast moving pussy. I felt her pussy squeeze my dick so hard as she gasp for breath. Damn she felt good, and really knew how to fuck a man. She shook and kissed me over and over. She whispered: (“…your beautiful, wow no acting with us, I wish I could afford you all the time.”)
She looked up and Angel was passed out. She said: “Your client has passed out, I better take care of you. You need a shower,…….”
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After clearing the air with Brandon, Tegan is taken by surprise by an unknown assailant
I lay sleeping with my hair spread out on the pillow behind my head, my bare shoulders and arms sticking out above the covers. You walk into the room and over to the bed, slowly taking off your shirt and dropping it to the floor. Slipping out of your shoes, you undo your pants and slide them down your hips into a pile at your feet, stepping out of them you gently pull back the covers and lie down next to me. I move slightly at the rush of cold air under the balnkets. You run your fingers through my hair causing a shiver up my spine. You begin to kiss my neck, knowing the sensitive spot at the base of my hairline and my neck are two of the apots that wil cause my juices to flow quickly and make me wet for your touch. I moan as you kiss your way down my senstitive back to the curve of my butt and then to my hip. Rolling me gently as not to wake me yet, you part my thighs and your kisses trail to the juncture there, feeling my heat, smelling my desire, feeling my wetness. Your tonngue swirls around my hard clit, feeling it pulseagainst you mouth. Slowly you kiss your way up my stomach to my breasts, first one nipple, and then the other. I open my eyes and find you kneeling between my parted thighs poised for entry into my tight, wetness. As you wrap your arms around my waist, ready to bury yourself into me, you feel my legs closing around your hips my ankles locking around each other. You look up to see my green eyes piercing into your blue ones, my hand reaches and touches your cheek, my thumb running across your lower lip, I pull your mouth to mine, our lips touch, softly at first. My tongue slips out and caresses your lips, you groan as your body shifts against mine, your lips capture mine and our tongues meet thrusting against each other. As our tongues met and danced I pulled your hips against me as you pushed to bury yourself deeply inside me. As your hips pulled back and I brought you back into me with the pull of my legs, thrust for thrust our bodies met, as our tongues continued their dance. Our rythem getting faster, I pull my mouth from yours and as I reach up to bite on your ear lobe I whisper in your ear “Do me doggie style. I want to feel your balls slap against my clit.” You slide out of me as you lean back you roll me to my stomach, grab my hips and pull me back against you. I feel the head of your hard cock against the entrance to my pussy as I thrust back against you. Each thrust harder and harder, the feel of your balls against my clit. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum all over your cock. Don’t stop! Ohhhhhhhh don’t stop.” My body explodes into wave after wave of orgasm and my juices run down your chaft, it drips onto the bed, and down your thighs. I feel your balls draw up and get tighter as you shoot your hot seed deep inside my body. We collapse onto the bed together, holding onto one another tightly as we drift into deep sleep.
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I married her for her money, she for a title but I desire her and she refuses me
The Theocracy brings its might against the Cult.
Wendy was sexy, she was a stripper, and she was an exhibitionist.
I awoke to the bright morning light as it streamed in through the window. I glanced at my watch and was shocked to see that it was only 4:15 in the morning. A look outside told me that the sun had been up for at least an hour and it was brightly illuminating everything that it touched. I then knew what it meant to be in the land of the midnight sun and although it wasn’t midnight, it still should have been dark outside.
I looked over at my sleeping beauty as she lay right beside me and saw the most wonderful sight that these poor eyes had seen in ages. She was cuddled up in a ball facing my body with her upper arm draped over my chest. She had a contented look about her as she slept and I wondered if I was the cause of that contentment. Her long blonde hair was splayed out in a halo fashion surrounding her beautiful facial features and she looked just like I imagined an angel would look taking a brief nap from her heavenly duties.
I watched this vision until my body told me that I had to get some relief for my blander and as I slowly freed myself from her arm laying on my chest, I slid out of the double bed and made my way to the bathroom. Afterwards, I decided that I should get up and do some reading about where we were in the State of Alaska and to determine our next destination and sights that we wanted to see. I didn’t bother to get dressed but opted to head out into the motor home wearing only my smile.
I opened the blinds just enough to see out but not enough so anyone could see in and noticed that we were the only rig that was parked there beside the raging Russian River. I understood that in another month or so, this area will be filled with RVs that will be the home of many thousands of fishermen trying desperately to fill their limits of three king salmon per day. This area along the river is notorious for “combat fishing”; fishermen standing six feet apart, lining the banks on both sides, casting their lines out into the rushing waters, trying to catch the abundance of fish as they migrated up the river to spawn.
As I began to examine the maps that Neal had left for me, the closed door to the bed room opened and out walked my beautiful sleepy bed partner from last night. She had slipped on the night gown that she had purchased from Wal-Mart a couple of weeks ago back in Minnesota to cover her enticing little body from my eyes as she stumbled out to find her bed partner. Her eyes were still partly closed as she asked in a squeaky voice, “Where did you go?”
I smiled at her as I welcomed her over to where I was sitting to receive a tender hug around her waist which she graciously accepted. As she got there she said again in a sleepy voice, “You don’t have nothing on” and tried to smile a little through her groggy looking eyes.
“You do,” I said taking her into my arms and hugging her around the hips and waist.
She cooed softly as I drew her in next to my warm body and slid my hands under the night gown and rested them on her cheeks. She looked down at me and gave me an accepting smile and snuggled her crotch right into my wide spread legs. I began rubbing all over her back and butt cheeks as she stood there next to me, enjoying my impromptu standing massage. She was pressing her hips in towards me as I slid my fingers along her butt crack.
Sliding them the length of her crack, probing deep into her junction from her rear position, I found her opening just starting to secrete the moisture from her vagina. I pried her legs apart slightly with my entire hand as she let out a slight groan from her lips and closed her eyes in anticipation of the grandeur that she knew would follow. I didn’t want to disappoint her so, finding her two lips moist and willing, I inserted one of my own up into her canal as her knees buckled a little and she moaned out loudly.
I penetrated her opening with the full length of my finger and curled it up in search for her G-spot. Her reactive response to my finding it was sharp and aggressive as she bent her hips backward at first and then pushed them forcefully back against my exploring finger. She was wild with excitement as I ground away at her rough pleasure zone buried just inside and upward in her vagina. “Oh my God,” she said as I rubbed it over and over.
My free hand worked it way up to her breasts and, grabbing one nipple at a time, I pinched and rotated each one as I manipulated my finger inside her vagina. She was really getting hot by my stimulating manual assault on two of her sensitive areas and then she suddenly picked up her night gown by the hem and tore it off of her small little body exposing it totally to my eyes and my hands. My cock was rock hard by this juncture and she could see that it was ready for some action.
She pulled my hand out from between her legs and moved closer to my sitting position. I scooted my butt off of the chair that I was sitting in, leaving just a small portion still on it for support. She stepped with each foot straddling my legs and before she situated herself down on my raging cock, her breasts were in perfect reaching area for me to take them into my mouth and suck down hard on each. She threw back her head and moaned again very loudly then settled down on my erection and guided it up into her opening.
It went in slightly and began to twitch a little in anticipation of the greater experience that it knew awaited it. She was holding her breath as she lowered herself down and it impaled her small but willing opening. Her lubricated vagina opened up to its assault up her canal as she bit her lower lip and eased her bottom down to rest on my pubic hairs. She had taken the whole thing into her womb as she moaned a receptive moan out of her open mouth.
I moved both arms inside of the outstretched legs and pulled up on her knees as they were cradled there. Pulling up with my arms and standing up on my feet, she grabbed me by my neck and settled down even further on my enraged pole as it went in a little further. I began to bounce her up and down on my shaft as she gasped for breath from my cock impaling her vaginal opening. She could feel it as it bottomed out against her cervix and with each strike against it, she would cry out with a loud, “OH!” Each “OH” got louder and higher in pitch until she was screaming at the top of her voice, “OH, OH, OH!!”
She was about to cum as I thrust upward with my hips, ramming it into her sloppy wet hole with no regard to where it was hitting her. I must have hit her cervix a dozen times with my hard cock as I was bottoming out inside her womb, but I couldn’t get enough of her wanting opening. It was engulfing my penetrations and demanding more so I was complying with those demands the best that I could. We both built and built until we reached the pentacle of desire almost simultaneously and then we exploded into a total release that brought us both to the brink of unconsciousness.
I had held my breath for I don’t know how long, to the point that I was dizzy and almost ready to pass out. She was bouncing down on my cock, fiercely trying to impale it deeper up her canal and satisfy her unscratchable itch that was driving her onward. She was tossing her beautiful head from side to side as her hands were digging into the flesh on my neck and then she went perfectly still. I began to spill my guts out of my cock into her receptive hole and as I felt the backsplash from it hitting her cervix, I knew that I had not shot so hard in my life.
She was tight as a rod, unmoving for a second, letting it build and to consume her very essence and then, in one final cry of ecstasy, she exploded into a writhing mass of nerve ending all demanding stimulating at one time. She was crying out her release as she thrashed around on my pole and ground her chest into my face. She was wildly rising and lowering herself down on it as if she had abandoned all sense of reason. She was releasing all of her pent up emotions in one final expulsion as each and ever one of them were trying to exit her body at the same time. Her mind was losing any grasp of reality and as it began to tumble down, so did her ability to maintain her consciousness. She became like a spent, wet noodle in my grasp as she jerked and twitched herself into a well deserved rest.
I staggered backward and sat down with her still in my arms perched high on my crotch with both of her legs wrapped around my middle. She was breathing very heavily and so was I as I could feel the need for sleep creep over my body and soon I relented to it and fell into that wistful feeling of afterglow and the wonderful sleep that accompanies it.
I slept for hours with the gratefulness of feeling this beautiful girl still sitting on my lap as I dreamed about loving her the way that I had. It was a feeling of satisfaction and contentment, a feeling of a longing sensation and the gratification of achieving something special and, with this deep feeling, I had no problem sleeping the hours away.
Again, I was the first to regain consciousness at about 8:30 and as I slowly rolled Chloe off of me, I started to the bathroom to clean myself some and to get dressed. She wasn’t very happy about being awakened from her slumber but allowed me to leave her again and while I was in the bathroom, she crawled into bed and was fast asleep when I came into the room. I put on my clothes and went out to continue with my studies and allowed her to rest.
I was on my second cup of coffee and was deep in my planning when the bedroom door opened and my beautiful young bed partner stepped out into the light of the day. She had gotten dress this time into a pair of shorts and a loose fitting sweater and she looked fabulously radiant. She smiled at me as she walked over to the pair of chairs that were arrange on either side of the table, stopped to give me a kiss good morning and asked me where another cup was for her coffee.
I continued to plan out loud while Chloe started breakfast for the two of us and I had reached a decision just as she put the plates on the table. While we were eating I told her of my plans but she seemed rather distant, like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. I finished telling her what and where I had planned to go but she still seemed lost in another world. I wondered what she was thinking about but I decided to let her tell me in her own time.
After we ate and cleaned up the rig, we headed back out onto the highway and on to Soldotna and Kenai to see the Cook’s State Park. It is an area of ground at the northern most point of the Kenai Peninsula and it has a commanding view across Cook’s Inlet towards the many volcanoes to the northwest. As I was explaining this area to Chloe, she was still not really listening to my narrative and seemed almost uninterested.
I quit talking for a while and continued to drive in silence when she finally asked, “Chris, when you asked me last night if I knew that what we did was going to change our relationship, well, you didn’t say what it would change it to. What kind of relationship did we have and what kind do we now have?”
This question took me totally off guard and I had to think about it before I could answer. “As I see it anyway, our relationship was that of the love of a daughter by her father. I’ve always considered you like my daughter since I was the first to see you come out of your mother’s womb. And now, well, it’s just different I guess. It has grown into something much more intimate than a love between father and daughter, more like a man and a woman who are attracted to each other. What do you think or want it to become?”
“I don’t know. I’ve always loved you, like a father but much more too. I’ve always fantasized about making love with you and you making love with me. That’s more than a daughter should feel isn’t it? But now that we have, you know, been together, well, I was just wondering where it goes from here,” she said in a questioning way.
I pulled off the road onto a parking area and put the RV into park to look at her directly in the eye. This seemed to make her feel a little uneasy as she stared down into her lap. I told her as earnestly and sincerely as I could, “Chloe, what we did was wonderful and I wouldn’t change a thing about anything that we did. I know that I love you in a different way than I did when you first came to live with me this summer. But I’m too old for you Chloe. You deserve much better than what I can offer you,” I tried to explain but seeing her reaction, I quickly stated, “But, I would like to try and see just where this relation will lead us. I don’t know, what do you think?”
A smile replaced the serious look upon her face and she scooted over and gave me a gentle, warm kiss on my lips. She looked out the windshield of the passenger’s side and asked, “When will we get to this State Park anyway?”
We traveled for only about 30 minutes more and we were at the outskirts of Soldotna. I soon found out that the peninsula was not as big as I thought and that you could travel from one end to the other in about 3 hours so I thought that this would make a good “base camp” for our stay. We stopped at the “Visitor’s Center” in Kenai to get a map of the area and to inquire as to the local highlights and, while we were stopped, I thought that we could head for one of my secret information gathering places, the local “greasy spoon” and ask a lot of questions.
We were directed to the historic section of Kenai to check out a little sandwich shop that was there. All of the locals usually gathered to share their lunch time while they “chewed the fat” so we got back in the rig and drove the 4 or 5 blocks to the restaurant. It turned out to be a treasure trove of information and we left there with much more knowledge of the peninsula than when we walked in. We even found a place to spend the night and they had nice hot showers to clean ourselves up.
Before we went out to the RV Park I called to make arrangements for the night and also the next one. I figured that we would spend at least a couple of days here and as I mentioned, this peninsula was just the size to make day trips out of it easily. We then headed out to Cook’s Inlet State Park to see what it offered and upon arriving, I certainly wasn’t disappointed.
On this clean beautiful day with its clear blue skies, the four volcanoes that sprung up on the other side of the inlet stood out like gems in the ocean of blue. Their white tops glistened as one would occasionally burp out a cloud of sulfur just to let you know that it was still active and the others would almost applauded their approval. The inlet itself was a muddy grey tone of silt and mud that would wash in with the tide and then be dragged back out with the currents. The tidal surge on the Cook’s Inlet was some of the strongest and greatest in the world so it was no wonder that the bottom could not get a hold.
We took many pictures during the hour and a half that the tide was coming in and were amazed at the huge rocks that littered the bottom that were soon covered by the ascension of the sea water and, when it had come in as far as it could, there wasn’t a single rock exposed to the air.
We finally heaed back into town to formally check in to our home for the next couple of nights so we were all set up by about 6 that evening. We still had many hours of daylight left so we decided to go for a walk through the country side and to see what we could see. Of course we took along our cameras and we weren’t disappointed in the wild life we captured digitally.
One was of two bald eagles in flight that I caught just as one was on its back with its talons outstretched while the other was on top of it in a likewise threatening pose. I had seen a similar shot somewhere else but to think that I actually caught them in this dance and recorded it digitally was one of proudest moments in my photographing career.
It was about 10 o’clock when we got back to the rig to catch a quick bite and to get cleaned up from the next day’s activities. The showers at the Park were not gender oriented, in other words, anyone could use any shower so when I stepped into the room I was instantly amazed and grateful for the room it offered inside. I hurriedly went back to the RV and told Chloe to bring her towel and soap because I had a surprise for her and grinned.
She followed me back to the showers and as she walked into one, she paused for a second, looked around and with a big grin on her face, she muttered, “Oh my, this is going to be fun,” and turned to close the door. I went up to her and gave her the biggest hug that I could as she opened herself up to getting very personal with me. I kissed her passionately on the lips as my arms encircled her shoulders and drew her in to my embrace. She melted into my arms as she melted my soul and I knew that I had to have her that instant.
I stood back from out embrace and looked down at her eager face smiling back at me with a yearning that would have seduced a priest. I reached out my hands to her sweater and pulled it up over her head as she assisted me by raising her arms. I tossed it aside and reached for the fly of her shorts. She stood by while I peeled them down over her hips and she deftly stepped out of her sandals and then her jeans. She was wearing little boy shorts for panties with a matching bra that did a lousy job of covering her breasts because they stuck out over the top and were quite stimulating to the viewer.
I had to touch the soft fleshy part of her breasts so I moved my fingers up to the top of her bra and inserted the back of my knuckles into the cups and slowly drug the back of my fingertips down onto her nipples. She closed her eyes and groaned at my touch and then moved a little closer to the caress as I placed my fingers on her shoulder straps. Removing them off of her shoulders and letting them fall down her arms as far as they could go, I once again moved my attention back up to the cups that were clinging to her globes and peeled them off, exposing her two wondrous breasts to my starving eyes.
Her bra fell down to gather at her tummy but my eyes did not follow the motion; they were glued to the spectacle of seeing her two lovely bare globes. They were so perfectly shaped, all round and soft looking, I just had to touch them one more time. They weren’t so big that they hung down any yet they weren’t so small that they had no life in them either. They were just right and, for now anyway, they were all mine and I wanted to suck them one at a time.
But first, I had to see what her new panties were hiding under their lacy layering of fabric so I touched my hand right on her crotch and dug in with my fingers. She backed away just a smidgen as I pressed my finger into her pubic area but the sound that escaped her lips gave me all the approval that I needed. I cupped my palm under her junction and slowly pulled it upward, dragging my fingers along her slit as I finally touched her at her waistband.
Never taking my eyes off of her crotch, I slipped her panties slowly down past her hips on the sides, her crack on her rear and her pubic growth in front until I had them falling free down to the floor. I sucked in my breath seeing her naked once again as I tossed her panties aside to join with the rest of the clothing she wore but a few seconds ago and then turning back to her, I stepped forward to take her into my arms again and embrace my beautiful young woman standing naked before me.
I hugged her for a brief minute or so and then she stepped back away from me, looked up into my eyes and reached out to take off my pullover shirt. She made short work of my clothing and as she pulled my boxers over my semi-hard cock, she went down to her knees to take it into her mouth. I reached down and grabbed her by her armpits and pulled her up, saying, “Not yet Chloe. There will be lots of time for that but first I want to clean every inch of your body and let you clean every inch of mine.”
She smiled as she got back up on her feet and reached for the soap and washcloth she had brought along with her. Applying an ample supply of soap to the cloth, she started to smear it all over my chest and arms and then let her hands slide down my body until she was rubbing my crotch with the soapy solution. Her hand with the cloth went down between my legs and down to my thighs but then she brought it back up as she looked up into my eyes and smiled an even bigger smile. My knees started to buckle as she reached the shaft of my cock and slid the washcloth back and forth on it.
“Is that clean now,” she asked in a teasing tone to her smiling face.
“I think that it need just a little more,” I cooed back as her eager hand kept up the pumping.
She just grinned but added, “When do I get all clean and spotless?”
“Oh how about now,” I said, taking the washcloth out of her hand.
I applied another coating of the soap that she had brought to the washcloth and lathered it into a foaming mess before I started to smear it all over her young tender breasts. The suds gathered on the tips of them, right at the nipples and dripped down to the floor. I reapplied it and watched as it repeated the dripping and I then washed over her entire breast line. I stopped for a minute to admire my work and then proceeded down to her tummy.
Washing that area completely from her waist up to her breasts, I ran the soapy washcloth around and around her tummy area until it was clean as a babies butt before I took my concentration down to my favorite area. I reapplied the soap one more time before starting and I watched as it gently started to rub on her crotch. I noticed her eyes closing and her mouth opening as it made its way down between her separating legs and found the area of the opening between them. I hesitated there for a second before I started retrieving my touch back out into the light of day.
She still had her eyes closed as I massaged in the soapy lather around her tight labia lips and she moaned a little in response. I lowered myself down and knealed at her wide spread feet so I could get a good look at her pubic area as I moved the washcloth down to wash her legs. I went all the way down to her ankles before I retraced the cloth back up her inner thighs and in so doing, it caused her shutter and moan at the sensation. She was really get turned on by my presence at her eager pussy and she showed it by moving herself closer to the washcloth and spreading her legs out wider.
Now she was standing almost on top of my kneeling position so I scooted down and took my seat between her legs. I looked up between them and saw the most wondrous sight I had seen in a long, long time. Her two lips were puckered together tighter than a clam shell and the fuzzy hairs that covered them were dripping wet from the shower water running down her front. She was leaning into my face so I stuck out my tongue and ran it up her slit. She moaned and leaned in ever further.
I put my entire face up between her legs until my nose was nestled right into her snatch. She was grinding away with her hips as my tongue separated her two puffy pussy lips. She let out a scream as I licked my tongue right up against her pleasure node as she almost stumbled forward onto the shower wall. I steadied her with my hand but my fingers went up to her junction and then up into her opening. She froze for a second then cried out at the top of her lungs, “OH CHRIS YES, RIGHT THERE! YES RAM IT IN ME!”
I pumped it into her warm wet vagina a couple of times and then withdrew it and spun her around so she was facing the opposite direction. I got back up on my knees, pushed her over at the waist and put my hand directly between her legs and then I felt for her holes. She had separated her legs out wide so when I placed my hand directly on her junction, she bent her knees a little as she pushed her butt out into my probing fingers. I was in heaven looking into her openings and ready to penetrate into both.
I massaged her anus with my thumb first, running it around the perimeter of her little rose bud while gently pressing into its confines. While it was probing its way in, my middle finger was penetrating her vaginal canal. This was much easier to enter than her anus because of her natural lubrication but as I massaged it with my thumb, it began to form a little moisture around her anus and soon my thumb was penetrating itself up to the knuckle as she made a ghostly sound of pleasure and backed into my hand, trying to push it in further.
It began to work as I soon felt my entire thumb go into her rectum and she started to squeal in a high pitched voice. I was pumping my finger in and out of her vagina as she was arching her back but suddenly pulled away and turned around to pull me up to my feet. Grabbing me by my rock hard cock, she led me out of the shower and scooped up her towel and announced, “Let’s get dressed and go back to the RV so we can make love all night long.” I agreed with her suggestion and grabbed my towel in an effort to dry myself off so I could pull on my clothes. I led the way back to our campsite and held the door for her to enter first but I was right behind her.
I watched her rear end as she managed the two steps up into the rig, knowing that she hadn’t put on her boy shorts underwear and that giggle that I detected was from the freedom of constraint of her buttocks. As I entered behind her, I stopped, locked the door behind us and grabbed my little beauty by the shoulders, turning her around. I kissed her hard on the lips with my exploring mouth and was met by a tongue that was searching for its mate in mine. I mashed down on the lips and I searched out her back with my hands. I knew there was no bra either as I soon was under her sweater and I was pulling it up.
My hands were strongly squeezing her back and as the sweater made its way off over her head, her hands started tearing at my shirt to get it off also. Mine went immediately down to her fly as I had them open in a second. I thrust my hand down the front of her shorts and didn’t stop until I was cradling her crotch in my out stretched palm. She stopped in the middle of removing my trousers when I made contact down there as her eyes closed and she raised her chin for an instant but then she seemed frantic to get me naked. Finally, after we disrobed each other and were standing in a wild embrace, feeling our naked bodies rub together, I reached down and picked her fine little body up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.
All the way in to the room, she had her eyes closed as she was panting out of her mouth with excitement. I threw her down on the bed and she bounced to a stop in the middle with her legs spread out wide and bent at the knees. I looked at her muffin and my eyes glazed over with lust it looked so inviting so I buried my face as deep as I could into her crotch and started to suck, lick and bite my way into her treasure. My nose was deep into her vagina and my tongue was reaming out her anus as she was screaming with excitement.
“Oh God Chris, that feel so good!” she kept saying. “I love the way you make me feel!”
Her heels were dug in to the bed and she arching her back a foot off of it. She reached for the hair on my head and pulled it down even further into her open snatch. Chloe was shaking her head from side to side as she continued to cry out with pleasure. I moved my mouth up to take in her clitoris between my lips and I started to suck on her little node as hard as I possibly could. Again she reacted in the way a wild and totally out of control person would act; thrusting up her pelvis and pulling down on my head. She was about to cum so I brought her home the best that I could by biting tenderly on her clitoris as I was sucking the very life out of her.
She strained her back higher than I thought it was possible as she held her breath. She acted as if she was trying to hold back her release to let it build until it would not build any further. Then in one last cry, she shuttered all over and proceeded to pump her hips and gyrate her crotch area around and up and down all at the same time, grinding her clitoris into my lips as hard as she could. Over and over her pussy pulsated as it spewed out her juices all over my face. I loved it so much that I willingly opened my mouth and drank in as much of it as I could.
Having tasted her most imamate fluids, I crawled on my hands and knees up her body until my knees were beside her head and my crotch was right above her face. She was panting uncontrollably with her eyes still closed as she felt my cock brush against her cheek. She opened her eyes wide, opened her mouth and eagerly placed her lips around my cock and began to suck it in to her hungry mouth. I almost died right there on the spot it felt so good. My cock was raging hard as she took it all in and while she had it there, I turned to face the other way and went down between her wide spread knees.
She cried out in protest, mumbling something about being too sensitive down there but that didn’t deter my efforts one little bit. I landed with my arms between her legs and hooking one with each elbow and pulled her legs back until I was looking at her crotch pointing straight up in the air. Once again she tried to stop me but her mouth was full of my cock so I couldn’t make out a word she was saying.
I wetted my middle finger with my saliva and placed it on her rectum and then, without any warning, I pushed it through her reluctant sphincter into her bowels just as far as it would go. I heard a muffled scream escape her mouth as I inserted my thumb up her vagina and began thrusting it in and out as fast as I could. I tilted my hand up to make room for my mouth as I plunged down on her unsuspecting clitoris and a cry went up out of her full mouth. It was more of a gurgle than a cry but I got the idea that she was loving the feeling and was responding with gyrations and convulsing that almost threw me totally off her body.
She took my cock further and further into her mouth as she was making the gurgling sounds of pleasure. It was coming out as a guttural groan but it was rhythmic to the ear as the pitch continued to rise. She was going wild with desire and lust when I bit down slightly on her pleasure button and that sent her over the top. She jammed my cock into the back of her throat as she locked her knees around my shoulders. Lifting her hips up off the bed with my face still buried in the crotch and my fingers still pumping her openings, she cried out in a loud gurgle but continue to devour my erection in her mouth.
Her orgasm became paramount in her life at that moment and she was working hard to get the utmost release from her ordeal. She was ramming her crotch up into my mouth and hand as she pulling my butt into her wide open mouth and sucking hard on my erupting cock. As I shot my juices deep within her mouth and down her throat, she swallowed it all and wanted even more to come out of the end. I shot another load and then another. She swallowed every last drop, still gurgling her orgasmic bliss.
She soon started to settle down and as she released my deflating cock from her lips, I heard her softly saying over and over, “Oh Chris, I love you. I love you so much.” The only real response that I could truthfully make was, “I know Chloe, I know.”
She fell fast asleep, totally spent and satisfied with our love making that evening. I fell into a wonderful slumber that lasted about a half hour and when I awoke, I gently got out of bed and walked to the front of the RV to reflect on just where I wanted this relationship to go. I didn’t feel that at that moment I had much control over anything anymore and I wanted that to change. But without an idea as to what I wanted it to be, it was going to continue to head in its present direction and I didn’t know if I wanted that or not. I had to think this through.
I poured myself a rum and coke and sat down to think about it for awhile. What did I feel for Chloe anyway? What did I want our relationship to be? I knew that she loved me; that was obvious and she readily admitted it tonight, but how did I feel about her? I thought the world of her; my gosh I helped raise her since she was born, but do I love her? But what is love anyway? If I could answer that question then maybe I could know if I loved Chloe or not. I love her body and love making love to her, but do I love her?
My mind went back to the time I met her mother. I mean I know I loved Julie, I asked her to marry me. But what did I love about her? She was fun and she made me laugh. She had a great body and she knew how to use it, but is that all love is; a few laughs and a great time in the sack? The more I asked the question the more confused I got so after awhile, and a few more rum and cokes later, I drifted off to sleep in the chair I was sitting in only to wake up about 4 in the morning with a neck ache and stiff muscles so I joined my lover in bed. I cuddled up to her bare butt and threw my upper arm under hers and placed it on her lower shoulder and went right to sleep all warm and close to her.
I slept like a log until about 8 AM when I felt Chloe’s warm little butt push back into my morning erection. I don’t think I had moved from when I went to sleep because my cock was wedged into her butt between her legs and with the morning hard on in full bloom, I was rubbing right up next to her opening and turning her on. She cooed a warm gentle noise as she scooted back into my cock and she moved my hand from her shoulder to her breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze and she cuddled back into it even more.
She began a rocking motion with her hips, sliding them back and forth across my protruding cock until I started to feel the warmth along it length. I moved my hand from her breast down to her junction until I suddenly felt my own cock sliding between her two lips. I placed my first and third fingers on the sides of them and pushed and squeezed them together around my now fully erect cock. The moisture that she was secreting lubricated her canal and my cock was sliding easily up and down its full length.
She moaned a little and turned onto her side and threw her leg over my hip, opening up her entire crotch to my exploration. I put my hand on her leg and drew it up to my waist and then placed it down right on her pussy. She moaned out loud and moved her hips apart inviting my manual pressure and manipulation into her treasure trove of pleasure and when I found her love button, she pressed her hips tightly against my finger and called out, “Oh Chris I love you.”
I wanted to tell her that I loved her too, but I didn’t want to lie to her. I don’t know if I loved her or not but one thing that I did know was that I wanted to make love with her right then. I wanted to take it slow and gentle. I wanted to make it last and last; I didn’t want it end. I wanted to be gentle with her, to make her want it more than anything she’s ever wanted in her life. I wanted her to orgasm in the most unbelievable way; one that she will never forget. I wanted to earn her love for me and I wanted to, maybe, learn to love her too.
I rolled her to her back and got up on my knees between her legs and looked down into her eyes. They were open and loving in her acceptance of my advances. I continued to search into her eyes as I slid my lower body down onto her wide spread legs while propping my upper body up with my arms. She was looking deep into mine with the warmest, surrendering look that I could ever imagine and as I slid my manhood into position to enter her, she bit down on her lower lip, closed her eyes for a second and then inhaled her breath in anticipation.
I eased myself down into her warm soft opening as she once again looked up with a grateful, loving look in her eyes and then opened her legs even wider. As it entered into her wet vagina and slid it all the way in, she strained her hips up into my gentle thrust to meet it half way. I touched her cervix with the end of my cock and she shuddered just a little and then relaxed as I slid it out. Still looking into those beautiful loving blue eyes, I reversed myself and once again penetrated her vaginal canal, separating the protective walls as I went in and then stopped again at her cervix. She sighed as she met my thrust and then whispered, “Oh Chris, you make me feel so good.”
Her eyes were looking into mine with this dreamy sort of stare as I continued to slide it gently in and out of her vagina. She was getting hotter with every entry as she opened her mouth and began panting her approval. I slid up a little on her body to change the position of my stroke and when I inserted it fully, she gasped out loud when I rubbed up against her clitoral area. She closed her eyes for a second as she arched her back and threw back her head. When she reopened those baby blues and looked into my eyes once again, she managed to whisper, “God Chris, how do you know what I want?”
Without answering the question, I began sliding my cock into her wanting pussy with greater speed and intensity. She was starting to build her excitement and was saying over and over, “Oh, oh, oh,” in an ascending tonal range. Pretty soon her was shrieking wildly, “OH MY GOD CHRIS, AH, AH, AH! YES OH YES!” She camped down on my cock with her vaginal walls as it slid in and out while her juices began to flow. She was humping her hips in rhythm with my insertion, trying to ram it as far into her tunnel as she could possibly could. She was holding her breath and was becoming rigid and tense, trying to hold her release off just as long as she possibly could until she could hold it back no longer.
Chloe grabbed me by my ass and pulled me into her as hard as she could just as she let out her release. She tightened her facial muscles, opened her mouth and closed her eyes and then cried out in an agonizing growl, “OH MY GOD CHRIS, I’M CUMMMINGGGG!!!” Just then, I grunted and growled my own release and exhaled my breath into a deep vocal response and began shooting my sperm deep into her wanting womb. I could feel it shoot over and over against her cervix; splashing and sliding its way into her depths and it wouldn’t stop. I must have spewed a gallon of my bodily fluids into her confines before I could gradually feel the pressure start to subside.
It was slowly sliding in and out of her now sloppy wet vagina as it started to deflate. She was past the needy part of her orgasm but her vagina walls were still sucking the last of any fluids out the end of my cock. I finally collapsed upon her tiny little body and slipped once again into a state of restfulness as did Chloe. We rested there for awhile, unmoving but content in yet another wonderful sexual encounter that brought us one step closer to that mutual love and respect that we both craved.
I rolled off of her but brought her with me until she was lying on top of my chest as she woke from her brief respite. She raised her head and looked deep into my eyes with this dreamy love that I could only imagine ever seeing in a woman’s eyes. She smiled and whispered, “I love you, Chris. I’ve always loved you and I always will.”
I needed to respond but I couldn’t confess a love that I didn’t trust. So I began, “Chloe, I…”
She put a finger to my lips and said, “Shush, I know Chris, I know.”
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Waking up to a new day in her new world, she has a busy day – lots of sex, a contract and more
Teresa
Chapter 2
I was in the cupboard about ten minutes when the door bell rang and Teresa welcomed Mum in. My heart started thumping with nervousness and excitement as I sat waiting in the cupboard. They came in to the living room and Teresa invited Mum to sit on the sofa opposite the cupboard affording me an excellent view. Teresa went to get some coffee and returned with two mugs. Teresa sat next to Mum and conveyed her appreciation of how Mum looked. She was wearing a summer dress that stopped at her knees with her usual stockings and slightly high heeled shoes. The dress was cut at the shoulder with a low neckline that just revealed some of her pale cleavage.
“How would you like a little something in the coffee Jean?”
“What do you suggest Teresa?”
“Some brandy? It is your afternoon off after all and you seem like you need to relax and that would help.”
Mum agreed and Teresa took a bottle from the drinks shelf and poured a generous amount. Mum smiled as she took a first sip and returned her smile back to Teresa thanking her. They settled in to a relaxing chat about Mum and work, Mum and home, Mum and me, Mum and Dad. Only then did Mum lose her smile and pause. Teresa asked what that was about. Mum stalled not wanting to go into her private thoughts and feelings but she revealed them anyway by her sudden changed mood.
“What is it Jean, you seem upset? You can be open with me.” Mum paused again then suddenly said that Alec was still very loving and warm and seemed happy but,
“He is not very keen in bed these days Teresa. He doesn’t seem to want to do it at all no matter how much I try to coax him or whatever I wear to trying to encourage him. It’s like there is someone else, though I don’t think there is really someone. He just seems so exhausted all the time. Even on holiday he was like a zombie. I don’t know what to do at all.”
“You’re not over the hill Jean. You’re in your prime and look so wonderful I could eat you.” Mum visibly blushed at that as Teresa put her arm round her shoulder and gave her a comforting cuddle that could have been interpreted as an opportunity by Teresa but Mum chose to ignore it even though she liked the attention and warmth she was really missing. She did not try to remove her arm from around her shoulders.
Suddenly Teresa kissed Mum on her cheek. Mum did not respond. Nor did she move away. Teresa swiftly followed the first kiss with another on Mum’s lips. My trousers started to fill as I watched Mum not responding again but not moving either.
Teresa backed off. “I would love to kiss you Jean. You know that I’m inclined to women as well as men. I would love to make love with you and take care of that obvious need you have.”
“I can’t go there Teresa. I know you mean well and I think you are very beautiful but it is just not me.”
“How else can I help you Jean? Do you want a lover?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Taking another gulp of her brandy-coffee she unwound to say, “I just love what Alec has to offer when he does.”
“When did you last do it with him Jean?
“Eight months ago at Christmas for God’s sake.”
“You’re angry with him aren’t you?”
“Yes I fucking am Teresa.”
“Who else is there then Jean?”
“No one.”
“I know someone who is very taken with you Jean.”
Mum looked directly at Teresa looking for her to answer. “Someone very close to you.”
She looked puzzled. “Who for fuck sake?”
Suddenly Mum got it. “You must be joking.”
“I’m not.”
“How would you know even if he was?”
“I have seen him look at you Jean. He is totally taken with you. Haven’t you noticed?”
“I’m shocked that you would think that and shocked also that he might even think about me in that way.
“Ok if I am wrong just be a little bit more observant when he is around you and alone with you.”
“I don’t think I want to take this any further Teresa – you’ve said enough already.”
“I’m sorry Jean if I offended you. It’s quite natural you know at his age and he hasn’t any girl friends as far as we know has he?”
“No he hasn’t but what’s that got to do with it?”
“It means he isn’t distracted by others. It could also just be he likes older women. Some men do you know.”
“Teresa I’ve already tried to change the subject so let’s just leave it there ok?”
I had been very quiet on the chair in the cupboard. But I stood up as I was getting hard just being a voyeur on all of this. Opening my flies I retrieved my prick and stroked it. I had been taken by teresa’s comments as well as the view up Mum’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders. Her white flesh was so succulent looking, I just wanted to get out there and leapto her thighs. I had to go easy on myself so as not to cum too quickly.
They moved on and Mum looked visibly relieved as they passed to safer topics. Soon Mum intimated she had to go and went to stand up. As she did Teresa put her arms round her and gave her a tight cuddle pressing their breasts together. Mum softened and returned the cuddle. Teresa took another risk and kissed her squarely on her lips. Mum returned it this time and they embraced passionately, Teresa taking her face in her hands and pushing her tongue into mum’s mouth. They swapped tongues eagerly and Teresa moved her hand down to Mum’s cleavage starting to edge toward her fullness. This behaviour was so out of keeping with her uptight stance I could hardly recognise her. Realising how far she had gone Mum, without offending Teresa s, lowly withdrew and announced,
“You are lovely Teresa and so good to me. But I don’t think I am ready to go there. Perhaps one day. I would need a few more brandies too. Very naughty of you to give me the brandy in my coffee Teresa. Thank you again for being so kind and warm with me. You’re a real friend.
“Take care Jean and remember what else I said.”
Mum did not go there and left immediately with another warm cuddle for Teresa. Just as she was leaving Teresa gave her a large envelope from the hall cupboard.
I stepped out of the cupboard with an obvious erection. Teresa smiled but chose to leave my erection alone except to say, “That obviously got you going Ian. What do you think?”
“I don’t think Mum even contemplated my having such thoughts about her. Little does she know Teresa.”
“I’m not so sure Ian. It may well have been the first time she’s even thought about it. So let it settle. She will have you under close observation Ian so be a little discreet and let her know gradually that you have sexual feelings toward her. She might be secretly excited about it.”
She stroked my erection over my clothes and said, “why don’t you take this little beauty home and let it do it good work on your Mum?”
I got up to go, torn by also wanting Teresa to have me but understood what she wanted me to do.
Getting home I walked round the long way to try to get my erection to go down as well as remembering the afternoon and how I was equally excited by Teresa’s attempts to seduce Mum.
Mum was making supper when I got home and I called hello and went to my room to get ready for when Dad would arrive. We ate supper and after went into watch TV together. I decided I could not take any chances with looking at Mum even though she would have no idea of my proximity to her this afternoon. I had looked at her stockinged legs in the kitchen whilst she got the supper out but ensured she couldn’t see me getting off on her seamed calves that got me growing under the table.
I gave my usual goodnights and went to my bedroom. I just had to wank myself to sleep and I played over the wonderful afternoon. I woke next morning with my usual erection heightened by memories of yesterday.
Our flat was well carpeted so that when I went to the bathroom to wash I passed Mum in her bedroom smoothing her stockings up her thighs. She gave no recognition that she heard me and I was able to take in the sight of her full calves and thighs up to the top of her raised skirt. I just had a glimpse of her pants. Trying the discrete stuff I continued to the bathroom and shut the door so that she would have heard and therefore know I had passed her. I needed another wank but decided to stay high with the lovely sights I had experienced.
I emerged from the bathroom just as Mum was going off to work. She leant forward to kiss my cheek as she opened the door and I was given, consciously or not I wasn’t sure, a glance down her dress at the opening and the definite swelling of her breasts.
Was that intentional or not. I decided it wasn’t just my good luck. I had the day to myself as it was the school holidays. I then remembered Teresa giving Mum an envelope on her leaving yesterday. I went on my usual careful foray and found the new envelope under her lingerie. Opening it I was struck by the book’s title: “A Son’s Dream, A Mother’s Need.”
Wow what a woman is Teresa and I recognised she must have a real store of porn. I skimmed it and decided to read it whilst wanking into a pair of Mum’s panties that I had found in the laundry basket. The book appealed to my horniness about Mum as well as the notion of incest.
I was into it at the 2nd chapter when I involuntarily came into the gusset of her panties. They were really soaked. The book really met my dirty thoughts about having sex with Mum and I was only on page 30. I decided that unlike the book I would prefer her to initiate any sex we might have. I couldn’t do what the book was leading on – the son pushing the incestual relations on his needy Mother and almost forcing her. That was just not me and I would only want what Mum wanted. I put the pants down under other clothes in the basket just below the lid. The imp in me wanted her to leave them on top but that would be too obvious. I did have a whiff of the pants before putting them in and smelt the combined odours of us both. It had the effect of getting me going again. But I had spent enough time wanking and Mum had asked me to go to the shops to get the evening’s supper as well as something for my lunch.
When I got home I got some of the food ready (having been well trained by Mum to cook) and went out to see some friends. Getting home later Mum asked me if I knew that dad had to go away that morning early because of work and would not be back for a few days. I hadn’t known but noted that Mum was visibly relaxed and happy.
She had changed on coming home into a floppy T-shirt, but still had her skirt and stockings on. She had changed her outdoor shoes for her slightly heeled indoor sandals. I wasn’t sure about the combination but had no grounds for regret as she was looking rather provocative in the heels, then I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her T-shirt clung nicely to her hugging her breasts that were slightly lower unbound by a bra. Though the T-shirt was not thin it did reveal the slight pressure of her nipples against the material. I was deeply aroused by her display and felt even better when she gave me a hug and said it was good to be able to spend some time just between ourselves, feeling the gentle pressure of her soft breasts against my chest.
We tucked in to our supper and she made a point of thanking me for preparing much of it. At one point she leaned back in her chair to take a sip of her glass of red wine she had poured herself earlier. Relaxed in our company I remarked how well she looked today particularly in her comfortable outfit. She smiled at me.
“Do you like me dressed like this Ian?”
I blushed red but managed to murmur, “I think you look very pretty Mum.”
It was her turn to blush but she then added, “What do you find pretty Ian?”
I struggled then because what I found pretty was actually what I found very sexual. I like your T-shirt mum.”
“Why?”
“I like the way it clings to you.”
She looked down. I noticed her nipples harden against the cloth and a tingling in my balls and prick as I responded to the sight of them. She got up to take the dishes to the sink and walked back and forward with the empty plates and cutlery. Her nipples were still stiff and even more pronounced as she moved back and forth as if the cloth was teasing them. I tried to look elsewhere. She recaptured her good mood and asked me if I found anything else pretty about her.
“I like your sandals and stockings as they have the effect of enhancing your height and legs nicely.” She strutted a calf out to emphasise the shape against the seam of her stocking. By now I was completely hard under the table and could not have got up if I had been told to. She came and sat down again, this time nearer me at the end of the table and crossed her legs revealing her knees and the beginnings of her stocking tops.
“Thanks Ian I haven’t had compliments like that in years. I’m glad I asked you. I didn’t know you thought me pretty at all.
“I think you’re lovely all over and have a lovely beautiful face and shape.” I was mixing beauty with sexual desire more clearly and rather confusingly each. I was acutely embarrassed yet still very excited. We had never had a conversation like this before. I wondered about her conversation with Teresa and my peeping at her then. “Let’s go and watch television shall we?”
I followed her into our living room and she moved her arm to get me to sit with her rather than in our armchairs. She raised her legs up on the sofa and folded them to her thighs revealing tantalising glimpse of thigh which I tried not to stare at.
“You look tired Ian come and rest your head on my lap.” I stretched out and rested my head on her upper thigh and was able to feel her suspender under my head and her stockings tight on her legs before me. She stroked my hair as we watched a rather boring film. I tried to hide it but my erection was growing again. It was impossible to hide it as I had one hand on my side and the other in mums grip. There was nothing I could do. She could see it if she looked and I knew she must be looking. In fact she let out a physical jerk when she first saw it I’m sure. But I did not react. We continued like this for most of the film. She was getting a little cramped from being in one position and shifted so that she could put her legs out straight over the sofa to the floor whilst keeping my head more comfortably in her lap. The effect was to reveal rather more of her stocking tops for my unabashed view. I was delighted but did not know what to do. The effect of her heels was to raise her thighs a little higher so that I was even more ensconced in her folds resting the back of my head on her tummy.
“Are you comfortable Ian?”
“Lovely thank you mum.” I also had a T-shirt on and she moved her hand to my arm and stroked me up and down softly. The film got intense and I glanced up to see her looking at my erection just covered by my boxers. Just then the film ended. She suddenly hugged me and said, “Ian I’m off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning love.” With that she moved herself from my head and placed a cushion there instead. I didn’t move apart from saying good night.
After my erection disappeared I went to my bedroom, undressed and slipped beneath the single sheet as it was so warm. I lay on my back and slowly masturbated to the thoughts of the wonderful evening. I pushed the sheet back and continued playing with myself. Suddenly I saw the door knob being turned as I left the light on. Quickly I pulled the sheet over my prick but still held it as Mum walked into the room and came to my bedside still standing she remarked, “Ian I just wanted to come and give you a proper hug for such a wonderful evening.” She was wearing the same T-shirt but had taken off her skirt so that it came down to just the tops of her stockings and she had removed her sandals. “You have been such good company I feel really nurtured by you.” She leaned over and put her arms around me and pulled me tight against her lifting me off the mattress. I pulled my hand away from my prick and with both hands put them round her to also give her a tight hug. Her breasts were pressed tight into my chest. Because of her position and proximity to me, her hip was cleaving close to my hardon with only her T-shirt between us. I could do nothing about it. We must have both realised what was happening but she did not relent on her hold of me. I was alive with sheer desire. We shifted our heads slightly so that our mouths were almost touching. She moved first and ran a soft touch of her lips across mine. It was so slight, so gentle. She ran them back again over mine. She was taken with what she was doing. I didn’t press advantage in any way but let her drive the sheer sensuality of the lightest of touches across my lips. I was ecstatic. Suddenly the cleaving against my hardon had its effect. I suddenly without any warning came against her hip and released a load of spunk onto her T-shirt.
Mum suddenly realised what happened and withdrew aghast. I couldn’t understand her reaction as she retreated from my bedroom. I felt bereft and very guilty at her departure. I lay in bed for about half an hour and had to get up to pee. Creeping out into the hallway I quietly went to the bathroom. My prick was still wet from the residue of spunk. I sat down to pee without making a noise and directed it to the bowl. Finished I didn’t flush and started back to my bedroom. As I passed Mum’s room I found the door ajar and heard heavy breathing. Glancing in Mum was on top of the sheets with her legs straddled wide open. She had not shut the curtains. Although the bed lights were off there was sufficient light from the street to see her. She was slowly rubbing between her legs without her stockings and T-shirt. Naked as I had never seen her before, I was completely taken by the sight of her. It had not really occurred to me that she would be masturbating after her apparent trauma over me, but she was. I went rigid again as my prick responded to the scene. She looked totally engrossed in herself. I began to wank in rhythm with her. Yet I could not summon the courage to go in. I might spoil if for her or she might be angry with me. It did not occur to me that she would not mind my joining her. I was still shamed but excited. Erring on caution I remained still apart from my silent stroking.
Mum had one hand flitting across her nipples squeezing each in turn while her other hand was alternating high on her cunt and dipping into her hole. I noticed something else too. Her bum was slightly raised. Between her luscious thighs and buttocks I could see something dark. Slowly I saw she had something pressing between her buttocks. Astonished I could make out that something was sticking in her bum. She lifted herself slightly and then pressed down on the thing. It was the first time I ever say something being stuck in someone’s bum. Here she was doing it herself and able to be hands free as well whilst she concentrated on her cunt and nipples. That did it for me I shot my spunk again I was so excited. I had the nous to keep it quiet whilst I came but it did flow over the carpet. Just then she let rip with a huge gasp as she orgasmed along with fingering herself madly and leaping up and down on the rubber thing up her arse.
Retreating back to my room, closing the door behind me I inadvertently let it shut itself. Mistake. She must have heard the door. I slid into bed, crawling under the sheet trying to hide from the possible repercussion of Mum being mad at me and coming to rage at me for disturbing her. More important she must know I had witnessed her rubbing herself to cum.
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Headed to a Gala Event, Classy Lady Gets Sidetracked
When Me and Tom have a few hours, and lots of curiousity, anything can happen.
If you ever want to get to know your wife and your in-laws better, just play Truth or Dare with them sometime.
My sister Ann surprises me at the nude beach
A girlfriend finally gives her boyfriend a good fantasy
Sorry it’s been a while peeps. Haven’t had a chance to write in a while. plz be nice about Grammer and things that shouldn’t be in a sentence cause I type all my stories on my phone. Hope yall enjoy!
First a little history about Ashley. She started when I was about 13-14. Going through puberty I found my mothers lingerie and fell in love with the way it felt on me. Since then I have been dressing more and more to the point where I am going out in public. Passing quite well might I add, and getting ready for the transition from Male to Female (Already on hormones). Ashley is 5’5″-5’6″, Dark Brown to Blackish hair to her shoulders, Size 4 jeans (Yes a tight little ass), and a firm B Cup almost a C… Handfulls none the less. Now to what happened.
I was at my so called “Job” working like every other day. A suit, tie, although the boss wasn’t to keen on my pony tail ;-). I was able to hide my breasts with the ol ace bandage trick, even though some co workers gave me a wierd look. The hours dragged on and on, I thought 5pm would never come. 5 eventually came and I picked up my coat and headed out the door. I had a date tonight, on the town with ashley. When I got home I checked the mail, credit card bills and a Wally world ad. I threw them on the front table and went into my bedroom. I checked the spare bedroom to make sure it was clean, and “Ashley” looking.
While taking off my suit, I prepared a bubble bath for Ashley. Jasmine was the scent tonight. I needed to shave badly, going 3 days without shaving was driving me nuts. After about 5 minutes I slipped into the steamy hot water and took a big breath. It felt good, the warm water covering every body part I had. Ashley was here now, shaving and relaxing in her bath. Another half an hour passed as I slowly washed and caressed my body. Making sure not to miss a single hair, also taking the time not to cut and nick myself to death.
Finally I dryed off, powered my body, and wrapped a towel around me to keep any window peekers from seeing too much. I had my outfit all layed out, a size 4 hip hugger pair of jeans, a very low cut black V neck shirt, and a matching push up bra and g string set. To complete the look a set of 2 inch Black boots. I put clear fingernail polish on, and also on my toes. I but a deep red lipstick on, just the color that says “take me”.
I went to a couple local city bars just to lighten the mood. The three places I went weren’t very busy so I decided to head to a big city dance club. Getting to the club I could tell it was packed, which was perfect for what I wanted. Alot of music, alot of dancing, and all around more fun. I was there probably about two hours when I went to the bar. Water was my choice since I was driving. And it was pretty hot inside, while I was taking a drink of water he walked up to me… “Hi” he said. I turned to the cutest guy I have seen in a while. He was tall about 6’4″ or 6’5″, dark hair, and the greenest eyes you have ever seen.
I made him laugh when I tried to speak with a mouth full of water. Spitting out most of it, I swallowed what I could and said “Hi” back. I was mostly embarrassed and turned a deep shade of red. “Having fun?” he asked “yeah” I said “just taking a break for some water”. “By the way my names Bryan” he remarked sticking his hand out for me to shake it. “Ashley” I replied back he really had a firm grip. We talked for what seemed like forever, just mainly chit chat and conversation.
I found out he is the assistant manager for the local fitness gym. I didn’t notice untill then but yes he was built. Very finely I might add. A yawn from my mouth signaled it was time to head home. Before I even thought about saying something he said “Can I walk you to your car”? I looked him over shortly before I said “Yes”. As I made sure to wiggle my butt for him as I walked in front of him and out the door. When we got to my car he asked “So what are you doing after you get home”? I thought shortly before answering “probably relax watch a little tv and goto bed”. He looked down at the ground and said in a bashful voice “Would uhhhh…. Would you like some company”?. Only meeting the guy once I probably shouldn’t have, especailly with the secret I have. But I said “sure”.
He followed me to my house. It was decent for a “woman”, single story, one car garage. He followed me to the front door but I stopped him. “Bryan” I said “theres something you should know”. He had a puzzled look on his face, probably thinking I was married or something along those lines. “I’m not a normal girl” I said hoping he wouldn’t run away, “I’m a T-Girl, I am making the switch from Man to woman”. He looked down at the ground again, I was hoping he wasn’t mad. He looked out at the street before saying “So??… Your still a woman in my eyes” and with that he gave me the deepest kiss I have ever recieved. Pulling away he had a wonderful smile on his face, which eased my tension.
We went inside, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me now. Sitting down on the couch he sat beside me, further away from the TV. So when I turned on the TV he softly grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back towards him. After about fifteen minutes or so went by before he made the first move. He softly put his hands on my shoulders and started rubbing them, oh it felt soooo good. To have a mans hands massaging my aches and pains away. I was a little nervous asking but I thought my chances were good. “Bryan? do you mind if I get more comfortable for you to massage me? I looked back into his eyes and he shook his head no. With that I got up, grabbed his hand, and led him into Ashleys room.
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Lauren meets Janice and has a passionate first lesbian experience with Janice.
Intro: This Story is half fiction. The events and the sex is all real, but the names of the people have been changed to avoid…complications 😉
Thanks to all who enjoyed this series thus far. I’m posting more and writing more as time permits. Any input is welcome as well as comments and ratings. Enjoy!
Story originally posted by black darth on literotica but it was sadly removed.
I awoke to the sound of a slamming door. I hazily looked around and saw nothing, just a shut door. I got up and splashed some water on my face. I walked out into the kitchen where my wife was angrily stomping around, when she finally acknowledged me, it was with a glare. “How many days? Tell me! How many days are going to be the same?! I wake up and go to work, and you just sit around working on your music all day, then you wait until I get home to cook your damn dinner! I’m sick of this boring life! We haven’t had sex in three fucking months! You CAN’T be fixed!” She screamed and slammed the front door in my face.
It was the next day and I slept through most of Jessica’s screaming. After I woke myself up, I remembered that I had an appointment with my therapist, Dr. Sarah Evey. Sarah is an interesting and stunningly beautiful woman, she was only 27 and already married, she also happens to be Jessica’s best friend. I’ve always had a weakness for her and probably always will. She always has this interesting was about her when it’s just me and her, she acts differently when my wife is around. I left for her office and arrived 25 minutes later. I always thought that these sessions were boring and quite uneventful, but my Jess still thinks I should go, she says “Might as well fucking let you keep going, seeing how you never leave the damn house.” After sitting in the waiting room, I was finally greeted by Sarah. I sat down on the couch and made myself comfortable, knowing I was here for another hour. “So what’s the subject of scrutiny today?” I joked. She laughed, “Something that we’ve never talked about before, and it might make you a little uncomfortable but you’ll have to deal with it because this one comes straight from your wife.” “Alright just hit me with it” “How’s your sex life with Jessica? Are you still having sex and do you feel you are having enough sex?” “Honestly? We haven’t had sex in a long time, I just don’t feel a connection to her anymore.” “Is there another woman?” “Gosh no! I’d never cheat on Jess, I love her, I mean I feel terrible that I’m not giving her the love and sex she deserves. I’m just in a funk right now.” “Do you feel inadequate?” “What do you mean?” “I mean….do you feel like you dick isn’t big enough to satisfy her sexual desires?” I paused and just gave her an answer “Yes, it’s just not big enough, no woman would ever want MY size.” Sarah paused and reflected on her notes. “Listen Zach, the average and adequate penis size is 5 inches, some men don’t even have 4 inches. Do you know how long yours is?” “Have I measured my dick? Well yeah.” “Well….how big is it? You can tell me, it’s alright.” “Honestly? It topped out at 8 and a half inches.” Sarah’s eyes grew wide “Wow….8…inches? Come on now Zach, that’s plenty of length to make a woman pass out with an enormous orgasm.” As she talked, I noticed a little wet spot near the zipper on her pants. “Well it has a strange shape to it. That’s the reason why, I’m just embarrassed about the idea of showing it to my doctor.” Sarah’s face lit up for a moment. “Well I AM a physician on the male anatomy, I could take a look at it for you and check for any problems.” Her offer was extremely tempting. “Well I guess.” She smiled, “Good, now we’ll see this huge….problem.” She got on her knees in front of me. “Pull down your pants and show it to me.” I started to unbutton my pants and then I pulled them down. Sarah’s eyes widened at the sight of my dick. She put on her gloves and began to examine it, but as she examined underneath my balls, I noticed that her other hand was squeezing the top of my shaft and her thumb was grazing the tip. “Well…..I uhm…don’t notice anything wrong, in fact this is quite an amazing setup……I’ve never…..” She stopped as she kissed the tip of my cock. I tried to back away but she keep coming at me. “Please, just let me have it right now.” She said as she plunged my whole cock into her mouth. I tried to pull away again but her enthusiasm was overwhelmingly amazing and her mouth was so soft and tight and her tongue was drawing the cum right out of me. “Ohh-oh-h g-god.” I shuddered as she violently enveloped my cock with her wonderful hands and mouth. She perfectly timed her intensity and speed and after another minute I finally erupted into her throat and she kept sucking until I was completely dry. After I came down from my high, an enormous feeling of guilt came over me and I told Sarah that this could never happen again, and she agreed. “I don’t know what came over me, I just wanted it from you.” She said guiltily. “It was good, don’t get me wrong, but I do have a wife and you ARE her best friend.”
Over the next few months my relationship with Jess dramatically improved, we had passionate sex every night, couldn’t get enough of each other, and my sessions with Sarah had ended and things were back to normal. We were always going on dates and having fun like real couples do. One night while we were at the movies with Sarah and her husband, I went to go to the bathroom but was unexpectedly stopped by Sarah who looked a little depressed. “I’ve got to talk to you.” She said. She pulled me back to a dark corner of the hallway. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I want you. These last couple of months have been crazy for me. I think I may be in love with you.” “I-I don’t know what to say, I uh-I can’t say that I feel anything in return for you.” I lied. Sarah grabbed ahold of me and pulled me in, her arms wrapped around me. “I want you, please.” She said. She slowly started to move one of her hands to my thighs, and then she started rubbing my cock. I quickly pulled away and we stared into each other’s eyes. After a moment of silence my weakness for her gave in and we passionately kissed. We ripped each other’s clothes off and I pushed her against the wall. I reached down and furiously rubbed her clit, once she was dripping wet I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She guided my stiff rod into her canal and I thrust into her as hard as I could. We tried to kiss but the sensation was too great. Sarah tried hard to hold in her moans but fell short as she let out several loud moans. Her pussy was amazingly tight, her muscles clung to my dick as if they didn’t want to let it go. My cock was in direct contact with her g-spot and she kept moaning loudly. The sensations finally led to our climax as we both came at the same time. I had never felt anything like that before and I could feel my cum pumping deep inside of her. We both fell to the ground and she lay on top of me naked. “I don’t want to stop! Oh god let’s keep fucking!” She moaned as she rode me. “Ohh god, ohh! I love you baby. I want you to cum inside me again!” She moaned again, and after a few more minutes she got her wish. I poured more cum into her amazing pussy. She screamed as she had her orgasm and she passed out on top of me.
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Author’s Note: This story is fictional, although some parts are drawn from the truth; feel free to guess which ones, those parts are pretty far behind me. It starts slow, what with the foundation-building and all, but I promise it picks up. Comments are welcome since this is my first submitted story, and more parts may come in the future.
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Ah, high school. A time when some rise, some struggle, and some simply crash and burn. No matter who you are, where you’re from, or where you went, we all have a story to tell.
My name is Aaron Wright, and I was a sophomore at the time of this story, fifteen going on sixteen, 5’8”, athletic but not anywhere near sculpted. If you’re looking for this story to feature a towering blonde of a high school superstar quarterback…you might want to go elsewhere.
I was on the football and basketball teams, but mostly I was a role player, a supporting character. My hair isn’t and wasn’t blonde, it was black. In fact all of me was; that is to say, African-American. I’d worn glasses since the age of eight because genetics had cursed me with poor eyesight, but I liked to think they gave me a distinguished look though. Overall, I’d say I was a solid seven out of 10 for appearances. Maybe a 7-and-a-half on a good day.
I mention that fact that I’m black not to set up the revealing of a 12-inch-dick halfway through the story, but because of where I went to high school. My school was a bit short on the minority population; there were only five black students out of my graduating class of 72. You see, I went to a private prep school, and not just any prep school. This school was one of the best and most exclusive in the state, and to get in you either had to fork over college-level tuition or be almost scary-intelligent. My family was middle class all the way, but luckily, genes had made up for dulling my eyes by sharpening my mind, and even in this exclusive private school I was one of the smartest students in attendance.
The school ran kindergarten through twelfth grade, so a good number of the students had been there for a while. I’d just shown up freshman year, I wasn’t anywhere near rich, I was black, and I was smarter than most of the other students. I made close friends, but I was far from “in-crowd.”
Now, back to the plot. It was early March of my sophomore year, and midterms and spring break were both fast-approaching. I was sitting in my chemistry class, listening to my old maid of a teacher drone on and on about the properties of acids and bases in review for the midterm. I allowed myself to tune out a bit; I was already ready for whatever midterms my teachers could throw at me. While my teacher wowed us with an explanation of acid-neutralizing reactions, my mind turned to my still unmade plans for spring break.
Other students weren’t so lucky. One of these was Cristina James. Even among all the wealth floating around my high school, she managed to stand out. Her father was a big-time corporate lawyer who in addition to starting a very successful law firm with his college roommate had made some very wise property investments over the last decade or so. Long story short, the James family was loaded.
Cristina made sure to make the most of her family’s wealth. She dressed in the latest styles from the biggest names, flaunted expensive jewelry at every turn, and threw extravagant parties with guest lists even more exclusive then the school we attended.
There’s also a good chance all that money had turned her rotten. She was an egomaniac, a showy, vindictive bitch that would rather see everything around her destroyed than not have her way. Most of the students, boys and girls, kissed up to her, even though there were more than few angry mumbles. Any one she didn’t like, she ruined, and however she could. Freshman year she’d run a girl out of the school through constant harassment after she’d caught the girl talking about Cristina behind her back. Cristina was a rotten cunt, but how do you fight the daughter of a lawyer who is very, very good at his job? I flew under Cristina’s radar except for a moment or two every once in a while, so I was safe.
This time, though, Cristina had gotten a little too arrogant. I shared several classes with her, and in all of them she was loud, disruptive, disrespectful, and generally a bad student. I don’t think anyone had ever taught her the value of hard work. Usually she managed to scrap by with at least a C, a D at the minimum, but it looked like this time she was in trouble. Word was drifting around the class that Cristina was failing chemistry, and every class lately it seemed she was in a near panic. Part of me was rather happy to think that she might get what was coming to her, but most of me couldn’t care less.
After the class was over, Cristina shuffled up to the teacher and began to speak to her in low, animated tones. I thought nothing of it, thinking it was just a part of Cristina’s continued panic. I packed up my things and went on about my day.
After school, I grabbed my bag and my laptop and headed for the library. School let out at three, my dad didn’t get off till four or five, and I had no car of my own, so I wanted to settle in for the wait. However, the library was undergoing renovations after school starting that day, so I was forced to find somewhere else to sit. It was too cold to go outside, so I headed for the student lounge, thinking I’d have the room and one of the soft couches to myself.
As I approached the student lounge though, my ears picked up a noise. I slowed my footsteps and tilted my head to listen. It was sobbing, and it sounded like a girl’s. I sighed and looked at my watch. 3:20 PM. It wouldn’t hurt to look, I thought. I’ll just look to see who it is. Maybe I can help.
As I peeked my head through the door, imagine my surprise and dismay when I see Cristina, elbows on her knees, sitting on one of the couches and crying into her hands.
I sighed again. I really, really wanted to leave, and I had little to nothing to do with Cristina. Her back was to me, and she hadn’t noticed I was there, so I could still just walk away. My conscience wouldn’t let me do it though. It looked like she was completely alone, so if I didn’t go to comfort her, she’d just keep crying. My better nature prevailed, and I silently cursed my better nature as I walked through the door to the student lounge.
“Um…Cristina?” I said cautiously.
She looked around sharply. “What are you doing here?” she screeched in fear and surprise.
I soldiered on. “I was looking for a place to wait for my ride, and I came by here…” I gestured lamely with my hands. “Are you okay?” I asked tentatively.
Cristina shot me a cold look. “Do I look okay?!” pointing to her eyes. They were bloodshot from crying, and her eyeliner was running down her cheeks in messy streams.
I moved around the couch and sat like I was setting down on something fragile. “No, you don’t. I know we don’t talk a lot, or really at all, but if I can help…”
Cristina eyed me suspiciously. “Why? Why do you want to help me?”
I shrugged. “Excuse me if I think it’s wrong to keep on walking when I see a girl who is obviously upset.”
Cristina looked like she was about to say something smart, but she thought better of it. “If you want to know,” she began slowly, “I’m failing chemistry.” I said nothing, waiting for her to continue. She wiped her cheeks and eyes clean with a handkerchief and went on. “My dad’s sick of it. He says if I don’t come out with at least a B- on this chem midterm, I’ll study chemistry over spring break at my grandparents’ house with a tutor instead of going with them to Italy.” Cristina looked at me with fearful doe’s eyes. “But I’ve never been good at science! Even when I tried, I couldn’t do it!” This prompted a fresh sob, which she choked off with a hand to her mouth. She struggled with her tears for a moment. “Not only that, but I’ll be grounded for the whole spring semester. School and homework. Nothing else.” She struck her thigh weakly with a fist. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. This midterm is going to ruin me.”
I sat through all of this with an unchanging facial expression. My better nature felt for her, sure, but there were gears going in my head too. After a moment, I opened up my mouth. “Well, if you really think you’re in trouble, there’s a week and a half till midterms. I could tutor you till then.”
Her head snapped up and for the first time, a gleam of hope entered her eyes. “Could you…?”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah. Chemistry really isn’t a big deal for me, and my schedule’s pretty open right now since basketball is done with. I could work with you afternoons and evenings.” I stopped for effect. “But I’ve got my own studying to do you know, and there’s the matter of how I’ll get to your place at all…”
“We have a driver!” Cristina shouted suddenly. “You can ride home with us and he’ll drive you to your house!”
I acknowledged this with a tilt of my head and laid out the final piece of bait. “Yeah, I guess so. But I still have my own studying to do…”
“My dad will pay you!” Cristina shouted. “Um, uh…$50 an hour!”
I was stunned. I’d barely been hoping for half of that. “Alright, then,” I said with an inner smile. “I’ll talk to my parents. We can start tomorrow.”
Cristina grabbed both my hands in hers. “Oh thank you thank you thank you!” she yelled ecstatically. Then she did something that surprised me even more than the price she’d named. She wrapped both of her slender arms around me and pulled me into a hug. My head went dizzy with the sweet scent of her perfume, and I was dimly aware of her soft breasts against my chest. It was only for an instant though, and she pulled away. “You’ve saved me!” With that she picked up her bag and rushed out the door, dialing a number on her cell phone excitedly. I sat there, a half smile on my face.
True to my word, we started the next day. I rode home with Cristina in a four seat Jaguar that looked as if it was worth the better part of what my parents made in a year. If the car was surprising, then I’m shocked I didn’t suffer a heart attack when I saw the James family home. It sat on acres and acres of land, with a long driveway, graceful fountains, and an overall look that screamed financial success.
I knew of the rest of the James family, but that day I actually got to meet them. Matthew and Lila were Cristina’s parents. Mr. James seemed like a nice enough person, but Cristina obviously had inherited her mother’s nature. Mrs. James was a haughty trophy wife, from her blindingly blonde hair to her snotty tone of voice. She regarded me with an attitude that was suspicious, haughty, and perhaps a tad racist. Cristina had two sisters, Marie and Kelly. Marie was away, a freshman at NYU, and Kelly was a senior at our school.
But over the next week and a half, I really got to know Cristina. She wasn’t as bad to deal with as I thought she’d be. Being cornered and having to ask for help must have humbled her, because she listened to everything I had to say with a respectful attitude. I found out she wasn’t so bad after all; she could be a courteous person, she had an okay sense of humor, and she was a lot brighter than she’d given herself credit for. I spent hours every night with her studying, and we grew steadily closer.
Eventually it came to the Friday before midterm week. Mr. and Mrs. James were away until Saturday afternoon visiting a family friend, and Kelly was out again, presumably getting hammered at a party somewhere. The staff that normally worked there during the day had gone home, and the couple of members of the 24-hour staff had retired to their rooms.
It was around eleven o’clock, and Cristina and I were studying in the living room. She’d been pressing me to stay longer and longer hours lately. She was working harder than ever, coming along with her understanding of chemistry. Finally about 11:15 she called it quits. “Holy shit,” she said, leaning back into the couch. “That’s all of it.” She looked over at me. “Do you think I’m ready?”
I closed up my chem book. “You’ll be fine,” I reassured her. “You just need to have faith in yourself and focus. You know all this stuff by now.”
She nodded and looked at the clock. “Aw fuck,” she began with dismay, “I’ve kept you way too late.” I was about to wave it off, but she interrupted me. “I’m sorry. Tell you what, call your parents. You can stay in one of our spare rooms tonight.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Is that really okay?”
“Sure. My dad loves you, he wouldn’t have a problem with it. You can go home in the morning.” The she smiled mischievously. “But first…” she got up and walked away. “Don’t go anywhere!” she called back over her shoulder.
I sat where I was, waiting for her to come back. She did, and with two wine glasses and an unopened bottle. “Got this out of the wine cellar,” she said with a smile. She looked at the label. “This one isn’t good enough to be missed, so I just took it.” She put the two glasses down on the glass coffee table and filled them both, setting the bottle down afterwards. She passed a glass to me. “Let’s party a little!” she said. “Midterms are Monday, and for once I feel like I know what I’m doing.” She lifted her glass. “Cheers!” Before I could respond to any of what she was saying, she downed half the glass like it was water.
I didn’t know what to say. I really wasn’t a drinker, but Cristina was obviously ready to cut loose. She’d worked hard for the past ten days or so, and she definitely ready to let off some steam.
Half an hour and another glass later, Cristina was definitely buzzed. She wasn’t drunk, but she was getting there. Me, I was still sipping on my first glass. I could see from early on that one of the two of us was going to have to watch out for Cristina, and it sure wasn’t going to be her.
Cristina sipped on her third glass. “Oooooh man,” she moaned. “This is niiiice.” She looked over at my drink. “You haven’t even touched yours!” she accused me. She shook her head. “I’ll drink it for you.” She reached for it, but I pulled it out of her reach and took her glass from her too. I put them both on a nearby table stand.
“I think you’ve had enough for right now,” I said, eying her warily.
Cristina rolled her eyes. “If you say so Mr. Wright.” She giggled drunkenly and then rolled over, pushing herself up against me. She sighed. “Thanks for helping me out Aaron,” she murmured. “You’re a really great guy.”
I tentatively placed an arm around her shoulders. “I was just trying to be helpful.”
Cristina rolled over so she could look me in the eye. Now her face was inches from mine as she straddled my leg. “No, no,” she said with a bit of a slur. “No one else would have helped me.” She sighed again. “I’m such a tremendous bitch; I didn’t expect anyone to help me. I like being a bitch though. It’s fun sometimes. But this time…I’m just glad you helped me.”
I looked her straight in the eyes as her pupils wavered ever so slightly. “You’re not a bitch,” I said firmly. “I really think you’re a good person, you just don’t show it much.”
She moved in closer. The sweet smell of wine was strong on her breath. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really. In fact, I’ve gotten to like you a lot. I’d say we’re friends now, wouldn’t you?”
She leaned in closer. Now the hairs on our nose were dancing with one another. “Yeah, friends…” she whispered as she leaned in closer.
Suddenly, we were kissing. She pressed her lips against mine, and her tongue had shot into my mouth before I knew what was happening. I had my arms around her waist before a conscious thought even entered my mind.
She pulled away after what seemed like an eternity. “Oh God Aaron,” she said breathlessly. “I wish I’d spent time with you sooner.” She kissed my neck as she pulled at my shirt. “I think I love you.” My shirt came off and she looked at me. “Do you think you could love a bitch?”
I looked at her. Cristina didn’t have the best personality, but she certainly had one of the best bodies. She was a brunette like her father, with deep brown eyes, soft D-cup breasts that fit her frame wonderfully, and hips and legs that were to die for. And I had genuinely gotten to like her. Call it Stockholm Syndrome. I ran my hand under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin on her stomach. Instead of answering her, I wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her in to kiss me again. My hand crept up to the underside of her breast, and she moaned into my mouth as I rubbed it through her bra.
She got up off me with a quick motion and removed her shirt and pants. “You too,” she said panting. “Take off your pants.”
I was more than happy to comply, removing my jeans and throwing them to the side. Cristina stood before me in a white, lacy bra and thong. Her perky nipples strained through her bra, and there was already a damp patch quickly spreading between her legs.
Cristina straddled me again, her panty-clad crotch rubbing up and down on my dick through my thin boxers. I reached around and undid the clasp on her bra, letting loose her perfect breasts. Wasting no time, I took a nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Cristina moaned and arched her back, feeding me more and more of her tit. I went back and forth between her nipples, giving each a thorough tongue lashing before Cristina finally pulled my face up to hers for another deep kiss.
“Oh God, I’ve never been this excited,” Cristina said, half-moaning. She ground the fork of her legs harder into my lap. “And it feels like you’re pretty worked up yourself.” She slid off me and onto the floor, kneeling in front of me. She squeezed my cock and balls through my boxers, teasing me. “I’ve never had a black guy before,” she confessed. “Let’s see if the rumors are true.”
With that she pulled my boxers down and off my legs. My eight-incher sprang out, looking larger and harder than I’d ever seen it before. Cristina licked her lips and began to stroke it gently. Her touch sent an electric current through me, and my heartbeat quickened as her pale white hand slid up and down my dark rod. Through sheer force of will I was able to keep myself from cumming at her first touch.
Slowly, sensually, she reached out with her tongue and licked the head of my cock. As she pulled back, my pre-cum created a glistening line between the tip of her tongue and my penis. She leaned in again, this time enveloping the whole of my helmet inside of her warm mouth. I put my hands on the back of her head, urging her on. Her full lips slid down my pole, taking in more and more, her tongue working overtime all the way. After she had about five inches in her mouth, she paused and readjusted, opening up her throat more. She pushed down the last three inches. Now her nose was in my pubic hairs as she deepthroated me.
Cristina began to moan softly, sending vibrations through me as her tongue worked me into a frenzy. Finally, sensing I was reaching my limit, she pulled off, gasping for air. My dick glistened with her saliva, and generous strands of drool were leaking over her bottom lip. She wiped them away and smiled prettily at me. “I’ve never taken that much in my mouth before,” she said. Cristina reached out and began stroking me gently again.
I stood up, unable to keep still any longer. Cristina looked up at me, still on her knees, and I pushed the head of my dick against her lips. She took the hint and took me into her mouth again. I put my hands on the back of her head again and began to slide in and out between her lips. I began to pick up speed, fucking her mouth harder and harder with each pump. Eventually I was slamming down her throat and she took it like a pro, fondling my balls and pushing her tongue against my length every time I pushed back into her mouth.
Pressure steadily built up in my sac and it got to the point where I couldn’t contain myself any more. I pushed my whole dick down Cristina’s throat and with a groan let loose with a massive stream of cum. I always came a pretty good amount when I masturbated, but this was something else entirely. Cristina swallowed as well as she could, trying to keep up, but some leaked out of her mouth and began to cover her chin and drip onto her tits. I spent my load and pulled back, allowing Cristina to catch her breath.
My dick twitched in appreciation as I looked at Cristina. She looked so incredibly slutty, kneeling on the floor with my cum on her lips, chin, and boobs. Cristina looked me dead in the eye as she scooped the cum off of her body with her fingers and put it in her mouth, moaning sexily all the while. After she was done, she crawled over and cleaned my dick off with her mouth, easily making me rock-hard again.
Cristina got up off her knees, but kept her hand on my cock. “I can’t believe you’re not done after that huge load you dumped in my mouth,” she marveled. She gave me a naughty, come-hither look. “Let’s take this up to my room. There’s still a lot more we can do.”
Cristina let go of my cock and walked away, leading me to her bedroom. I followed, erection pointing out in front of me, unable to take my eyes off her swaying ass. She still had her thong on, and the way the white fabric disappeared between her two round butt cheeks had me entranced.
When we got up to her bedroom, Cristina turned on a small bedside lamp and sat on the edge of her bed. She finally removed her panties, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy. Her clit had emerged from her folds, and her labia were fat and glistening with her own juices. Cristina rubbed her pussy lightly. “Please eat my pussy,” she begged. “I’m sooo close to cumming.”
I walked over to her, smiling. I leaned in, kissed her lightly, and got down on my knees in front of her. Cristina bit her lower lip in anticipation and stroked the top of my head gently. Our positions from only minutes ago had been reversed, but I certainly had less experience than Cristina did. All I had was a few years of porno watching and instinct to guide me.
I wasn’t about to let inexperience hold me back though. I put my lips to her skin halfway down her inner thigh, lightly laying down kisses. I let my tongue dart out and drag against her smooth skin. She was perspiring lightly, and I could taste the sweat on her. I let my hand rub gently where her pubic hair would be, if she had any, rotating my fingers in circles just above her clit. Cristina’s squirming increased as my mouth and hand slowly crept towards pay dirt.
Finally I worked up enough confidence to move past the teasing and pressed down lightly on her clit with my thumb, just to see what would happen. Cristina’s whole body went stiff for a second as her breath caught, and only her mouth moved, opening wider in a silent moan. A promising reaction, I though, so I pressed on.
Steadily applying more pressure, I worked her clit in slow circles, getting pleasure from her pleasure as her back arched more and high-pitched gasps began escaping her throat. Figuring I’d gotten as far as I was going to get with this line of action, I prepared to up the ante. I moved my nose right over her labia and took deep breaths, in and out, relishing her scent. My breath on her sensitive area only provoked her more, and Cristina pressed on the back of my head with her hand, urging me on.
I, of course, was only too happy to oblige. I began manipulating her clit with my tongue, doing the same thing I’d been doing with my thumb. After a few passes, I moved downwards, allowing the broadest part of my tongue to completely cover the outside of her pussy while the tip of my tongue dragged just inside. I repeated the motion, covering her from top to bottom while her fingernails dug into the back of my head. Cristina’s breath had quickened to an almost unbelievable pace, and even a rookie like me could tell she was close.
When I reached the bottom of her pussy again, I used my tongue to dig past her cunt lips and straight into her well wetted hole. The sudden invasion into her depths was all it took for Cristina to completely lose it. With a violent convulsion, all that she’d built up to that point came rushing out of her love tunnel in a gusher that filled my mouth. I sealed her pussy with my lips as best as I could so none of her juices would escape me, all the while working what I hoped was her g-spot with my tongue. I must have been doing something right, because she came again, this time with an incoherent scream. The flood got to be too much for me, so I pulled back and replaced my tongue with a finger, gently working it in and out while Cristina rode out her orgasms.
Finally, after what seemed to be a good long while, her breathing returned to normal. She gently pulled my hand away from her cunt and sensually, slowly, put my finger into her mouth. I could feel her tongue working as she cleansed my finger of her own juices. Cristina then pulled the rest of me up by my hand until I was off my knees and on top of her. We kissed, tongues working deep inside each other’s mouths, exchanging salvia and her lady cum.
Eventually, I became aware of my dick unconsciously sliding along the outside of her pussy. Cristina must have noticed it at the same time. She smiled coyly at me. “Ready for the main event?” she asked.
I was torn beyond belief. “More than you can possibly imagine,” I replied. “But I don’t have any condoms with me. Unless you do…”
Cristina’s smile widened and she scooted back on the bead until her head rested on her pillows. “We don’t need condoms,” she said. “I’m on the pill. Have been for a while; it was my mom’s idea.” She spread her legs and parted her pussy lips with the fingers on one hand. “You can cum anywhere you want, but I’d prefer it if you finished inside me. I just love the feeling of cum filling me up.”
My last reservations swept away, I clambered up the bed on hands and knees, getting back over top of Cristina. I put my dick in my hand and prepared to enter her, but she put a hand on my chest. “You’re a virgin, right?” she asked, looking me in the eye.
My skin color saved me from the embarrassment of a blush. “…Yeah,” I replied after a bit of hesitation. “How did you know? And does it matter?”
Cristina shook her head, brown hair flying over her eyes. “Doesn’t matter a bit to me,” she said softly. “Right now, I don’t care if you’re a virgin or a fucking gigolo. I want you. And I didn’t know, I just guessed. You never seemed like the kind of guy who got laid a lot.” My eyebrows knit together in anger, but Cristina just smiled her pretty little smile. “Just make sure to fuck me good, okay?” She pulled on the back of my neck and kissed me lightly again as she took my cock in her other hand. “Let’s enjoy this.”
The first moment the tip of my rod touched her pussy was electrifying. A current of pleasure ran through my body, and it was all I could do to not thrust into Cristina with all my strength and simply ravage her. I continued to allow myself to be guided in by Cristina’s hand, pressing past her labia and into her body. The feeling of her pussy lips passing over the head of my dick was simply amazing, but it couldn’t match the sensation that coursed through me when the tip of my cock slid fully inside of her with a light pop.
Cristina let go and placed her hands up above her head, letting me slide the rest of the way in. She moaned and whispered encouragement as I grunted my way inside her. She had said she wasn’t a virgin, but she was certainly tight. It took work to get all eight inches all the way inside of her, and it must have caused her a fair amount of discomfort too, judging by the look on her face. Maybe she wasn’t as experienced as I thought.
When I was finally buried completely into Cristina, I stopped there, allowing myself to absorb the feeling. Here I was, cock-deep in a girl the whole school idolized and feared, with her moaning for more all the way.
After I’d had my fill of that, I began to move in and out. Small pumps at first, working back and forth, gradually building to a steady pace. I didn’t want to blow too early, so I exercised all the self-restraint I could. Still, I could feel more pre-cum leaking out with every push inside of Cristina.
Cristina was doing nothing to help my cause. With every thrust back inside, she expertly rotated her hips, grinding against me and moving my dick against the walls of her pussy. One hand was holding onto the headboard of her bed while the other tweaked her nipple. Her eyes stared unblinkingly out from under long eyelashes at nothing in particular as she was moved back and forth by the force of my thrusts. Her tongue hung out between her full, red lips, panting between the frequent moans and curses. I bent over and kissed her, and she kissed me back with more force than ever before. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her even deeper onto me on my next thrust, penetrating even deeper. Her lips separated from mine as she let out a full-throated scream. “OH FUCK YES, FUCK ME HARDER! OOOOH GOD YES!”
My enthusiasm was cooled a bit my alarm. “Quiet down,” I said worriedly. “Don’t some of your workers sleep here? What are you going to do if we get caught?”
In between pants, she managed to get off a reply. “The only ones who sleep here are Marie and Simone. They both know I fuck sometimes when my parents aren’t home, and they’ve never said anything. So shut the fuck up and FUCK ME HARDER! You’ve got to be close to cumming, finish inside me, we’ll cum together.”
She was right, I was close, and there was no more holding back. I went into overdrive, pounding her as fast as I could in a missionary position. She dug her nails into my back as she continued to scream at the top of her lungs.
After sustaining my fastest and hardest fucking for as long as I could, I approached the point of no return. “Cristina, I’m gonna cum!” I shouted, no longer caring about who might be listening.
Her nails dug even harder into my back and she wrapped her legs around my waist. “We’ll cum together,” she said, gasping for air. “Cum inside me and we’ll cum together. C’mon, cum in me. Make me your bitch. Fuck my pussy with your black cock. C’mon, I want you to FUCKING FILL ME!”
With that, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I thrust back into Cristina one more time and held there, jet after jet of cum pouring out onto her womb. At the same time, I was vaguely aware of Cristina’s orgasm flowing around my cock and mixing with my seed. She wasn’t screaming anymore, but her eyes were closed and her lips were parted in a breathless yell.
After what seemed like hours our orgasms subsided and we were able to catch our breath again. Our combined fluids were already leaking out from around my cock, but when I pulled out of her, they poured out onto her bed sheets. Cristina grabbed hold of my ass and pulled my groin up over her face. Lovingly, she took my semi-limp dick into her mouth and sucked it clean, swallowing both our cum. Without a word, she turned over and pulled me down next to her to spoon. I pulled the covers up over both of us, rubbing my crotch against her ass in a motion that was more instinctual than conscientious at this point. We basked in our post-coital glow, and I slept more peacefully that night than I ever had before.
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THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT. IT’S MY FIRST STORY SO I WANT FEEDBACK BEFORE CALLING IT FINAL. NOTICE BECAUSE IT’S A TRUE STORY, I CAN’T CHANGE STORY ITSELF, BUT I CAN ADD MORE DETAIL OR CHANGE WORDINGS WHERE ENOUGH PEOPLE THINK NECESSARY. THANKS FOR YOUR FEEDBACK IN ADVANCE!Just so everyone knows, I plan on writing a few different stories as time allows. (School and work keep me pretty busy 😉 ) This one is going to be the only real one, as it chronicles the events that led to my current relationship with my boyfriend, Bradley. The others will be about other guys I had crushes on before discovering Brad and Mine’s mutual love for each other. I hope you enjoy….
I think it has happened to all of us. No matter how straight you thought your were, a boy or man came in to your life that changed your ideas on what you wanted in a lover. For me, that boy was Bradley. To me, he’s just perfect. The funny thing is is that there is not a single thing that would really make him stand out. He’s average, if not below average, height, still has a slight layer of baby fat (He’s not fat by any means, and I find it adorable), and really has no muscle definition to speak of. But, as stated before, he was the person that changed my orientation forever.
My name’s Brent. I’m a 17 year old male who lives in a well off suburb in New Jersey. Besides the fact I’m 6 foot, I’m similar to Brad. I have a little layer of baby fat, no real muscle definition, and an average covering of hair in the normal places. One other difference I have with him is that he’s the type that is always tan, no matter what the weather, while I, unless I sun bathe for hours on end every day, remain pale. In a word, like Brad, I’m average.
I had had girlfriends on and off since 7th grade, and now at the beginning of sophomore year (I was 16), was in an “unofficial” relationship with a girl. What I mean by “unofficial” is that, we had not declared we were dating, but everyone in the grade kind of understood she was mine.
Meanwhile, Brad and I had actually been pretty good friends since 6th grade. However, during sophomore year, I started to look at him differently. I noticed body features that I hadn’t before. Like the way the corners of his mouth go into kind of a pout when he smiles or laughs, or his rather nice ass. I didn’t quite know what to think of these new found discoveries, so I shrugged them off.
But, as the school year continued, the discoveries had turned into feelings. I couldn’t get him out of my head. When I looked at my girlfriend, I saw him. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I couldn’t be gay. People are born gay, right? They wear flamboyant colors and talk in high voices with lisps. I didn’t do any of these things. So why was I having these feelings for my male friend? I decided to check out some gay porn online. I found this one video of a teen-aged boy sucking another teenagers dick. And I found myself turned on.
After finding that video, and climaxing to it, I started exclusively watching gay porn. I also stared noticing other guys in my school. I would look at pictures on Facebook, and fantasize about doing things with them. However, when I jacked off to these pictures or thoughts, I always felt like I was cheating. Not on my girlfriend, who I had been talking to less and less, but on Brad. That’s when I realized I really cared for him.
I started talking to him more than my girlfriend in the class we all had together, and started checking him out in the locker room (we changed next to each other). Eventually, I broke it off with my girlfriend. I had become obsessed with Brad. Not stalker obsessed, but I wanted him, but also didn’t want to make a move in case he rejected me. (Ignorance is bliss, I guess)
At this point, sophomore year had ended, and it was summer. I was up at my vacation house is Massachusetts, and was bored, so I pulled out my phone and texted Brad:
Me: “Whats up?”
Brad: “Nothing much, how bout you?”
Me: “Same. Bored as hell up here.”
Brad: “It’s too bad your up there, we could be hangin’. :)”
Me: “Yah, I miss you 🙁 How’s Work?” (He’s a lifeguard)
Brad: “Boring as hell. The pool is 3 feet deep and there’s no one here.”
Me: “awww, is Brad lonely?”
Brad: “yes.”
That response kind of caught me off guard. The simplicity of it; it must have a deeper meaning. Can it really mean what I hoped it meant? Did he really miss me so much that he was sad? With new found courage, I responded:
Me: “Man you sound like you miss me like a boyfriend haha” (“haha” in the texting world kind of gives you an escape route if what you just said doesn’t go over well)
Brad: “I do.”
I decided to call him. This was too bizarre. I had to hear his voice to see if he was serious.
Brad: “Hello?”
Me: “Hey Brad, it’s Brent”
“Oh, hey.” (had a hint of sincere sadness)
“You okay?”
“(Muffled tears, then silence………)
“Brad?”
“(In tears) No……… I’m not okay………… I need you Brent. God I need you………….. When are you coming home?”
Needless to say I was taken aback by this sudden emotional tidal wave, but I was also relieved to know he had feelings for me.
Me: “Brad calm down. Calm down. I’m coming back in two days. Are you saying what I think your saying?”
Brad: “(still sniffling) Man, you must think I’m a freak”
“No no no, not at all. I care about you Bradley. I really do.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes”
“Oh god, that is such a relief.”
“So I guess you care about me? Since when?”
“I had always kind of had feelings for you, but when you started talking to me more and more in class, and then dumped Sara, I thought maybe you liked me back. But I’ve been too scared to say anything. I wouldn’t have been able to take rejection.
“Oh baby,” I said while holding back tears, “I was the same way; too scared to say anything. I’m just so glad its out in the open now.”
“So 2 days?”
“2 days”
“I’ll be waiting for you, Brent.”
“I can’t wait Brad.”
Needless to say those were the longest two days of my life. I had instantly accepted the fact I’m gay when Brad broke down in tears on the phone. All I wanted to do was comfort him. I wanted to be there for him, no matter what happened. I wanted to make him feel like the luckiest boy in the world.This was Part 1 of “The Luckiest Boy In The World” I hoped you enjoyed it. Rating and commenting is appreciated. Remember, this is a true story, so if you don’t like something as far as the story line, I can’t change it. Be on the look out for Part 2.
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