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As I sit here writing this my head is still reeling from the events that have unfolded over the last 2 months. I am a 37 year old man who has been married to the same woman for the last eighteen years. My wife and I have had our share of problems but never anything we could not overcome.
My wife and I are fairly well off and we live in a rather large house in an exclusive area of the suburbs. I am an author with a more than sufficient income. My wife is a Pediatrician with a successful practice and between the two of us we have achieved the American dream and then some. We have two love My life is every mans dream so I have no reason to do what I did but reasoning was not present when I decided to fuck Amber Lawson and I still have no reason to be sitting here in my house with my wife and kids out for the evening waiting for Amber to arrive so I can fuck her again, here in my wife’s home, in my wife’s bed. Just thinking about it makes my dick hard. I will never forget the night it all started. My wife and I threw a party for a friend of ours who was celebrating his new engagement to a  much younger woman. His first marriage ended in divorce because of his addiction to younger women and now he was about to tie the knot again and this time to a woman literrally half his age. He's thirty six and she's eighteen. About an hour into the party, I noticed that one of the bride-to-be's friends kept staring at me. I wanted to believe I was imagining  things because this chick was far too young and hot to be staring at a guy of my age  but as the party continued on I knew that I was indeed not. I tried to avoid staring back at her but her smoky bedroom eyes were mesmerizing and I had a very difficult time ignoring them. This mental foreplay was turning me on to my dismay and I made the decision to hang extra close to my wife as to avoid anything that could possibly cause trouble. This was how I remained faithful throughout my marriage and how I would continue to do so. Apparently she got the message and discontinued the stare but by then my hard on was raging. As everyone sat down to the dinner table I excused myself to get to the john. I needed to relieve this pressure on my balls so I was going to masturbate but I realized that I would be gone too long and I had to abort that plan and just wait until dinner was over and fuck my wife’s brains out. When I returned I noticed that everyone was seated but there was one empty spot at the table. The woman with the eyes was gone. "It seems we have a missing guest." I said nodding towards the empty seat. "She had to take an emergency phone call." the soon to be bride explained. Seated at the table with my wife and friends I was having a wonderful evening The dinner was delicious and all was going along fine when suddenly I felt something moving up my leg. I jumped slightly in my seat but not enough to gain the attention of anyone around me. I discreetly glanced under the table and to my utter surprise I was met with those smoky eyes mere inches from my cock. My dick became instantly hard and began to throb. My balls already ached from the need to release and now they felt as if they would burst inside my pants. I looked over at my wife who seemed oblivious to it all. I looked down at my half eaten plate trying to decide how to handle this very uncomfortable situation when I felt her unzip my slacks and I could feel her hot breath on my cock. My dick began to throb so hard I thought it would explode right there. I was so hard my briefs could no longer contain my manhood and I was desperate for it to be removed from the underwear that was constraining it. I adjusted myself in my seat in an attempt to bring about some comfort but my dick would not let up. She must have known because before I knew what was happening she had released it from my briefs and wrapped her hands around it beginning a long slow stroke. “Aaahhhhhh…†I sighed when I felt the pressure being relieved from my cock and my balls. Her hands felt so good that my balls no longer ached from the constraints but now they ached for release. Then it hit me. This woman was stroking my cock! She was not my wife. I was not married to her and this needed to cease. I began to stir in my seat like a hyperactive child in my attempts to get away from her but she held firm to my cock like it was gold. Trying not to make too big of a scene and have to explain to everyone why this woman was under the table stroking my cock I tried to use my foot to push her gently back while giving her the hint that I wanted her to stop but before I could do anything I felt my dick plunge deep into her hot juicy mouth. I inhaled sharply as she took my entire cock into her mouth. Damn she felt good! I was a rather large man measuring at ten inches long and a sizeable girth so I was very surprised when I felt the head of my dick hit the back of her throat. At that moment I almost exploded in her mouth. "Mmmmm..." I moaned out loud unable to hold it in. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. My wife looked over at me with a smile and said " I know dear, we must reward Kitty for this delicious meal, she has really outdone herself this time." She truly had no idea what was going on mere inches from her. Looking over at my wife, I smiled unable to utter anything in response, I became angry at what was happening to me but I could help but to enjoy it. I could not bring myself to stop her and I'm not even sure if I wanted to. Another woman’s mouth on my cock was so forbidden in my mind that it was a deadly sin and yet I could not bring myself to stop this intense assault on my dick because of how exquisite it felt. Smoky eyes continued to deep throat me. I could feel her tight throat open up as my head went deeper and deeper down it, the pre-cum releasing itself into her throat making her throat feel like a virgin pussy on my large dick. Regretfully I sank down in my seat a little and opened my legs slightly more to giving in to this pleasure and giving her more access to my cock. It felt so good and so bad at the same time like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life. Her head bobbing up and down, up and down on my dick. Her tongue teasing my shaft beyond belief, her lips locked tightly around my manhood as they slid up and down, up and down. The head of my cock banging her throat was more than any man could bear and I was close to exploding in her mouth at any moment. As I came close to releasing my jizsm, I looked nervously around the dinning room to see if anyone knew anything, but they all seemed ignorant to what was happening. I was doing my best to not to cum because I knew I would draw attention to myself when I did, when without notice she sucked my balls into her mouth and I could feel her lips meet my pubic hair. OH MY GOODNESS!!! She had my entire head, shaft and balls in her mouth! It took all I had not to reach under the table, grab her head and fuck her face right then and there while everyone watched. I wouldn’t have given a damn who knew at that moment, my wife included. The thought of my wife hit me like a ton of bricks. My dick belonged to her, what was I doing in another womans mouth. This was torture of the most exquisite kind. I wanted her to stop, needed her to stop, but I’ll be damned if I was going to do anything to make her stop! I tried not to lean my head back as she was giving me the blowjob of a life time. She used her tongue to massage my balls as she brought me closer and closer to heaven. She bobbed her head harder and faster, harder and faster on my pulsating dick. I began to grip the seat on both sides as I felt my balls tighten when they began to fill with the hot lava that was desperately waiting to be released. I felt the cum fill my shaft making it harder and thicker and just when my cum reached the head and was about to burst forth in a massive orgasm, I felt her wrap her thumb and fore fingers around my dick and remove it from her mouth. “Aarrrggghhhh†I let escape my lips. It was like she put a clamp on it and stopped the orgasm in its powerful tracks. I groaned out loud in anger and frustration desperate for release. Everyone glanced at me but only for a fleeting moment. My balls ached and I began to feel as if my dick would explode in my pants if she didn’t release the clamp and let me nut all over her fuckable face. I dared to sneak a peek under the table to glare down at her and she winked up at me with a smile. I hated this bitch with a passion. The reminder of the dinner was miserable for me but I had to pretend all was well. My cock wanted release so badly that it hurt like hell and the insurmountable guilt began to set in. What had I just allowed to take place? I had let another woman suck my cock with nothing but inches separating her and my wife and I LOVED it. I didn't even know her name. What kind of monster was I? I had failed at what I had prided myself on all these years. I was no better than anyone else. But at least I hadn't fucked her, I could still say that much. Thanks to her, I had not released cum that only belonged in my wife into another woman and I felt good about that too. I still had some dignity left and I was determined to keep it. I loved my wife and did not want to betray her anymore than I already had and I promised myself that I would not. I needed to avoid her for the reminder of the evening and forget this ever happened. When dinner ended and we all moved to the grand room to mingle, Smoky Eyes appeared  and was behaving as though she had had a very disturbing call. She went over to the bride and whispered something in her ear and the two of them went off to talk. I could feel my dick getting hard all over again. The blood of anger and embarrassment rushed to color my face a deep shade of red. I needed to get away for a minute to get some fresh air. I needed to think, I needed to gather my senses I was desperate for an escape. I went over to my wife and told her that I was going to go and get more drinks from a nearby store since we were running low and she agreed. I explained as much to the guests and headed to the limo. Finally... the escape I needed. Just as the driver was about to pull off, my wife and Smoky Eyes ran out with Smokey Eyes clutching her purse as my wife fanned her hands back and forth over her head trying to get Miguel to stop driving. I was speechless not knowing what was about to come. I was hoping the driver hadn't noticed and I could avoid a very unpleasantt scene at least until the guests left but he did notice and slowed the limo to a stop. I regretfully rolled down the window preparing for the worst….  This is my first attempt at writing and I would love the feedback. Email me at sexy_erotique_1@yahoo.com and tell me what you think. Read Morely children who are now in their teens, good grades and they do not give us any problems.  A good relationship between the two of us and we share the best sex ever, or so I thought.
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I knew my wife like trying new sexual experiences.One night we were having sex i brought up the idea of her having sex with another man.As i was pounding her pussy i said pretend this was a hard black cock in your pussy.The more we acted it out she got hornier and hornier.As i said my black meat was ready to explode in her tight pussy,she had a huge orgasm.She squirted so much cum on me my balls and legs were sticky.
After we both had a hot shower together,we sat down for a drink.Tami told me that was the best orgasm she ever had.I brought up the idea of her having sex with a black guy.She resisted at first.She thought that was cheating on me.I said no baby i would be there to watch, and join in later.I asked Tami if she ever fantasized about having a big black cock in her pussy.S
I had a idea i told Tami i would be right back.When i came back Tami saw i had a blindfold in my hand.I put it over Tami's eyes and sat back on our couch.I told her to give my black cock a blowjob.Tami grabbed my 8in. cock and started licking my hard shaft.She was all over my cock and balls with her mouth.I told her to tell me how much she liked my big black cock in her mouth.Tami said she luved black cock.It felt so big in her mouth.She was bobbing her head on my cock and rubbing my balls.She totally got into it.She told me she wanted my black cock to shoot cum down her throat.I was surprised to hear this.She wansn't into swallowing cum.I grabbed Tami's head and rammed my spurting cock down her throat.
I decided to take it a step further and talk to her like i was black. I wanted to fuck her ass but i knew she wouldn't.In the past when i would bring up anal sex she wouldn't even considered it.I rubbed my cock still dripping with cum over her nipples.I had Tami begging for my cock in her pussy.Still blindfolded she grabbed my still hard cock.She sreamed for me to fuck her.She climbed on to me and guided my cock into her drenched pussy.She was riding my cock like never before.In Tami's mind i was a hard black cock in her pussy.Tami was really talking dirty.Telling me how she liked her pussy filled with black dick.She was taking long fast strokes on my cock.I was sucking her nipples and knew i was ready to explode.Her pussy squeezed my meat.I thrust my cock deep in her cunt and shot my load into her.I never knew Tami was that kinky.
I knew then thats what she needed.For real this time.Part2 coming soon.
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This is a story about Donna Polk who lived on a small farm with her husband, father-in-law and brothers-in-law.
First, let's get all the informational facts and explication out of the way, so we can get down to the story:
When Donna married Ray Polk, she moved onto the small family farm which was owned by Turk Polk, Ray's father. The Polk family consisted of Turk and his three sons. Ray was the youngest of the sons; his two older brothers were nicknamed Red and Worm. Turk had been a widower for a few years; Worm and Red were single. Turk, Red and Worm worked on and operated the farm full-time. Ray, on the other hand, worked part-time on the farm. He had a job, working the night shift at a t Now that all that explication is out of the way, we can get down to the meat of the matter: In the evening, Donna's husband went to work as usual, leaving his father, brothers and his wife in the farmhouse. Donna did some evening chores around the house, watched some TV, took a bath, and read some. Turk and his two sons lounged around, drank some beer, and watched TV. They also watched Donna. Unbeknownst to her, they watched her movements, sweeping their eyes over her with lustful looks. Each of them hungered for her; each of them grew horny; each of them imagined fucking her. Donna went to bed rather early, and fell into a good deep sleep.... Such a nice dream she was having; such a nice warm wet dream. Something warm, wet and thick was sliding up and down inside her, sending delicious erotic waves tingling and rippling through her body. Oh, it felt so good, so warm and wet and thick, sliding up and down her pussy. She awoke gradually in the pitch-dark room, becoming aware that something was licking and lapping between her legs; something wet and thick was sliding back and forth in her cunt. It was a tongue--a long thick wet tongue. At first Donna thought it was her husband. "Oh darling," she breathed out huskily. She raised her legs and moved her pelvis up. Two hands grasped her thighs, the tongue slid out of her pussy to be replaced by a cock--a long stiff thick cock. It dug into her cunt without halting, sliding all the way up her pussy in one continuous stroke. Donna was awake now and becoming aware that it couldn't be her husband. He was at work. But the thick dick was already doing its job. It was jamming her cunt, screwing it with strong full strokes. She now knew for certain that it wasn't her husband. This prick was long and hard and meaty, filling her pussy up, frigging her fast and fully. It was much bigger than her husband's and it was screwing her more lustily than her husband had ever screwed her. It was dark in the room, too dark to see who it was fucking her. She knew it had to be her father-in-law or one of her brothers-in-law, but she couldn't make out who it was. She could only hear his panting and feel his big cock pumping her pussy full and deep. But by then, Donna didn't care who it was anyway. She threw her legs over his shoulders and heaved her pelvis up, and he went to town on her cunt. He fucked her fast and hard, hunching his dick in her pussy, frigging her all the way to her core. "Oh, ah, unh, ah," Donna panted and humped her cunt to meet and match his thrusts. He pounded his big prick in her, fucking and filling her up as she'd never been fucked and filled up before. "Oh god, oh yes!" she gasped and lurched her body up as she climaxed. Her fucker mashed his fat balls on her rump and crammed his cock deep in her pussy and let her have it. He pissed a stream of cum in her, spewing it into her marrow. She panted and bucked and writhed as he squirted what seemed an endless amount of cum in her. Never had she been fucked so good; never had such a big prick filled her up so completely; never had so much cum been spurted in her cunt. The man slid his dick out, and, without uttering a word, broke away from her, got off the bed and was gone. She lay there, totally satisfied and fulfilled, savoring the best fucking she'd ever had.... The next day, Donna thought off and on about her fucker and the good screwing she'd received. She wondered who it was. Her father-in-law or one of the brothers-in-law? It had to be one of them. Periodically, through the day when she saw them, she studied and observed the three men. None of them gave any hint that he was the fucker. She thought about her in-laws, picturing each one. Her father-in-law Turk was stout and robust with iron-gray hair; her brother-in-law Red was strapping and ruddy; her other brother-in-law Worm was dark-haired, tall and sinewy. It could be any one of them, she thought. That afternoon, Donna's husband screwed her. He mounted her, gave her a dozen strokes, shot his wad, and then rolled off her. And that was it. Donna lay there, unsatisfied and unfulfilled--and thinking. Compared to her fucker of the night before, her husband fell way short. His dick was small, he had given her a mere dozen strokes, and had ejaculated a meager wad of cum in her. There's just no comparison, she thought. That evening, after her husband had gone to work, Donna thought more and more about her in-laws. Which one could it be? None of them gave any indication that he was the one who had screwed the daylights out of her. Would he fuck her again? Would he come into her bedroom that night and pump it in her, fill her up, fuck her good and strong and full? That night, Donna went to bed, thinking about him--whoever he was: her father-in-law or brothers-in-law.... She was awakened gradually, as she had been the night before, with a wet thick tongue sliding in her cunt, tongue-fucking her. She lifted her legs and drew them back, clutched his head and pressed her pussy on his face. He jammed his tongue in her cunt, digging, swirling, rubbing it up and down. "Oh, ah, umm, ah," Donna panted and twirled her pussy, grinding it on his mouth. She reached down to his crotch and grasped his cock and stroked it. He slid atop her, and she gasped as he stuffed his stiff thick dick in her cunt. "Fuck, baby, fuck," he hissed in her ear as he began to frig her. She recognized her fucker's voice. It was her father-in-law. "Oh, Turk!" she huffed. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and began hunching back at him. "You like your daddy-in-law fucking you, honey?" he chuffed as he pumped his prick in her pussy. "Oh, ah, your cock feels so big and good!" she gasped. He humped his daughter-in-law, screwing her fast and hard. "Oh, ah, oh darling, I'm cuming!" she panted and bucked and thrashed. "Cuming in your pussy, honey," he grunted. "Hot cum deep in your cunt." "Oh god, yes!" she gasped and writhed and heaved her body up as her father-in-law grinded and mashed his fat balls on her ass and spewed semen in her pussy.... The next morning, Donna got up as she usually did: before dawn. She liked to prepare breakfast and have it ready for her husband when he got home from work. Her husband would eat and then go to bed. Then she would stay up and prepare breakfast for her father-in-law and brothers-in-law who got up about six. Usually by seven a.m., Turk, Red and Worm had eaten breakfast and had hit the door to go do their farm work. But this morning, her father-in-law stayed in the house. He told Red and Worm to go on and do their work, that he had some work to do around the farmstead and the barn. Donna was in the kitchen, clearing away breakfast things when her father-in-law came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch upon her rump. He rubbed his dick on her, grinding it onto her butt, and ran his hands up to her breasts and rubbed and squeezed them. "Ohh...Oh Turk," Donna breathed out huskily. "My cock's hard as a rock this morning, honey," he panted. "Umm, wanna stuff it in you--wanna dig it in your sweet pussy." He hunched her rump and slid a hand between her legs and rubbed. "Oh, ah, I want it, Turk," she squirmed and huffed. "But, Ray--he's here, he's in the bedroom--he might wake up. We can't do it here." "Come to the barn, honey," Turk said and pulled away and walked out the kitchen door. Donna went to the bedroom and quietly opened the door and looked in. Her husband was sound asleep. She walked to the kitchen and went out the door. She walked to the barn, her body tingling, her breasts throbbing, bolts of wet heat shooting and rippling up and down her cunt. She entered the barn and saw her father-in-law standing by a stall. He was stroking his crotch, rubbing it up and down. "Come here, honey," he said. She walked to him. He had her in the stall. He was on his knees and she straddled him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He held her tightly around her back, sucked her titties and pumped the meat to her. "Oh god, you've got the biggest cock," she gasped and hunched. "Ahh--fuck, Turk, fuck. Bury it deep, hammer it home. Oh god, you've got the cock I want and need!" He humped his big dick in her, screwing her fast and hard, pumping his prick like a piston in her pussy. "Oh, ah, every day, Turk," she panted. "I want a fuck like this every day." "I'm gonna fuck you every day, honey," Turk chuffed. "Gonna pump you full every day--every night." He jammed his cock as far as it would go up her pussy, mashed his bloated balls on her ass and squirted sperm in her cunt. "Here it is, honey," he grunted. "Hot fucking cum." "Oh, ah, squirt it deep," she panted. "Fill me up with fuck, give me all you've got. Squirt cum deep in my cunt!" Her father-in-law obliged her.... Something had been awakened in Donna; something hot, horny, lustful, and insatiable. Something had opened up inside her and demanded to be filled. As she and her father-in-law fucked almost every day and every night, it was inevitable that her brothers-in-law would find it out. The day came when Red and Worm saw Turk and Donna fucking in the barn. The two brothers knew then that they were going to fuck her; they knew then they were going to screw their pretty sister-in-law good. It didn't take long for them to top Donna. It was easy. The two brothers were in the barn and they saw Donna nearby. Red called for her to come into the barn, and when she entered they pulled her into a stall. In a few seconds they had her down, her clothes undone and her legs spread. Red pushed his prick forward into her pussy, and Worm began licking and sucking her tits. Although Red's cock wasn't the size of Turk's, it was plenty big and meaty enough. He jammed it in Donna, stuffing it up her pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around her brother-in-law and lifted her pelvis up to give him full access to her cunt. He pumped her pussy good, frigging her strongly and fully. "Oh, ah, fuck me, Red!" she cried. "Fuck me!" He pounded his dick in her, screwing her hard and fast. "Fucking you!" he panted. "You sweet hot-fucking pussy you!" He rammed his prick up her cunt, mashed his puffy balls on her ass and pissed a stream of semen up her pussy. Then he pulled out and his brother took over. Worm turned Donna over, pulled her up to her knees, got behind her and drove his dick in her cunt, cramming every inch of it in her . He frigged his sister-in-law good and hard, pumping his meaty cock lustily in her pussy. He squeezed her titties and hissed: "Fuck, Sis, fuck. Ah, yeah, me and Red are gonna fuck you every day--we're gonna pump your pussy full every day." "Oh, ah, I want it," Donna gasped. "I want it every day. Oh yes, I want you both to fuck me like this every day." Worm jabbed his prick to the hilt up her cunt and let her have it. He spewed a gob of sperm in the core of her pussy. "Oh god, sweet fuck!" she cried. "Sweet hot-fucking cum deep in my cunt!" Donna was in heaven. She had three lusty meaty cocks to fuck her. Her father-in-law and brothers-in-law screwed her a lot. One or the other of them pumped her pussy every day and night. As much as her brothers-in-law frigged her, it was bound to happen that her father-in-law would sooner or later see them screwing her. And it happened. One day, just as the two brothers had seen their father fucking Donna in the barn, Turk saw them. He watched as his two sons laid it on his daughter-in-law. Donna was on her knees with Red behind her and Worm in front. Red was screwing her ass as she sucked Worm's dick. Eventually, Turk discovered that Red and Worm knew that he was frigging Donna, and the two brothers discovered that their father knew they were screwing her. So, eventually, all pretense was laid aside. At night, when Donna went to bed, Turk would soon follow and fuck her. Red and Worm would wait till their father came out of Donna's room, and then they would enter and screw her. Donna was being fucked every day and night, and gobs of sperm was being squirted in the core of her cunt, to her womb. She was fertile, and it was only a matter of time until she was knocked up. A baby was indeed squirted in her. Nine months later, she had the baby, and it bore a marked resemblance to the Polks...except for her husband. Read Moreextile mill in the nearby town. Although Donna was married to Ray, she had become the woman of the farm. She performed the dozens of tasks which were required of a farm woman. In Donna's case, she performed more, for she had four men to take care of, and she was the only female in the household. Donna was pretty and comely; her body was curvy and shapely.
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Okay so I cheat 3
More true lust.
Lust had started ruling my waking moments.
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This may sound crazy,but although in my own mind I was pretty sure I knew the source of sperm that had made me pregnant last time. I now had an even higher desire of lust than before. I reasoned that providing I stayed within certain common sense rules of my own,no one would suspect at where my pregnancies had started from. I liked a type of bloke similar to my husband,blond,with the caucasian features of a viking. Or that was how I seen it anyway.
I'd been rambling along receivin Nothing was farther from my mind than sex with an old man - Honest! Anyway,we had never spoken then and I did have an inclination about him from my cousin. She reckoned he'd tapped her up,but then again she claimed he'd knocked off half the wife's in his street. Just gossip thinks me. Siddling across to cousin, "Is that your father-in-law then,the one you said about?" - "Yeah,sure is,watch out for him if you want to keep your knicker's on" I giggled. "I mean it,I don't think I'm out of the woods with him,he tried it on again the other day" - "You could always tell hubby" - "God no! They're as thick as thieves" We separated and I gave it no further thought until I,on passing behind him, - belly to bum - felt a finger poke me straight in the pussy through my clothes. - "Sorry" That was me although it was him doing it,as I jerked my front away from his hand,only to return to find his finger was still poking towards me. Turning,with a mischievously devilish smile on his lips, "Oh,sorry,I thought it was someone else" - No embarrassment,just barefaced devilishness. I meekly smiled and passed,hearing his naughty comment, "You're nicely formed though" It all passed into the evening and was forgotten by me,that is until I lay in bed,hubby having Zonked out through over indulgence. I started to play - as one does - and it sprung into my mind whether he'd thought I was she? his daughter-in-law? I now wondered if the tale she related about his neighbour's wife's was fact or fiction. I drifted off to sleep,thinking,perhaps he too is a sexual preditor like his son! ...The thought re-occurred the following morning. While sat at the table,doing nothing in particular,it crossed my mind that I also was a sexual preditor but gave myself the excuse I was aquiring the strongest possible sperm for pro-creating the species. Well,I liked Darwins theory,it fitted in nicely with my promiscuity don't you reckon? Come later in the day,having spoken to my cousin,she again said he'd just called in and had come on to her some more. "Did you?" - "NO,course I didn't. Would you?" - "MMM! No course not,he's much to old" - Big red light now! "Would you with anyone,given the chance?" - Time to get off the phone - "No course not,I'm happily married. Must go now" - "Hang on a mo' - I think the old Romeo may be heading your way. My instincts tell me he was real horny and at one point I thought I'd had it" - Almost in a whisper, "He grabbed me in a kiss and squeezed my tits for ages,god it made me feel all funny" - I couldn't resist it. - "You should have let him" - "OO You,I bet you wouldn't,Bye" - I had the feeling he had made her knickers wet and she intended to masterbate as soon as possible. Well,one does doesn't one? I went about my doings until I heard the doorbell. I fluttered inside my stomach,no it can't be,can it? It was and he came in. "About yesterday,I'm not here to apologise or that. I liked what I felt" - In a moment,he had me against the wall and fingers squeezed into my pussy. "I knew straight away you were game" - I wrestled at him but the slim sinued arms were like bailing wire pinning me as his hand felt up my leg. Stop it,get away from me. You're much to old anyway,leave me alone" His hand was squeezing my pussy in the most prevocative way and to stop me saying anymore he kissed at my mouth and although resisting he was having the most strange affect on my body. "I'm here to fuck you,now stop being so damned hard to get,We're going to fuck" God,I went like jelly,my knees felt wobbly,my pussy went all wet and he kissed even harder as I felt my buttons being opened. Then it happened,A warm hard poking cock pressed at my belly. All in one I felt my knickers pulled away and down at the front and his infernal cock against my quim. "NO! NO! DONT,I don't want to have it with you" - "Liar,your pussy's as slippery as I've ever felt" - It pressed deep into my slit as he thrust hard and quick. "See you're happy now" I didn't admit it but this forced sex really was making my juices flow. He was hard fast and full. I found this out as with a grunt he poured his fluid deep into me. Thrust,spurt! Thrust Spurt! It went on about four or five times,then he held that still hard cock in me as though to plug my hole until I'd become inpregnated. "See,you liked that really didn't you?" - I stood saying nothing - "Don't be like that, - I didn't make you come did I?" - He started to move in and out of me. My instincts was to resist an orgasm at all cost,but as his friction started to again play games in my vagina I felt myself weakening. Damn,the game was up. I started to thrust back at his cock as his balls slapped against my pussy. Then I started cumming and again I felt his sperm pump up into me. This time I clung on in orgasm,milking every drop of jism from his body. "You old bastard,you just raped me" - "Didn't I ever?" That devilish grin again,just like last night. We stood still joined at the point of orgasm. "Better now? - I could kill a coffee" He pulled out of me and I couldn't help but look down at his knob,thick,veiny and pulsing to his fast heart beats. While looking, he picked up my knickers and wiped his cock off in them. My thought was. The neck of the man,he rapes me,then uses my knickers to wipe my juices off his cock,in doing so he peeled his foreskin off its hemet and I saw the formidable mushroom head that had just inserted a massive amount of cum up me. Purple almost anguished looking,these cocks are oh so ugly yet equally so desirable. Standing in front of me with his staff still stiff I held this cock for the first time and tried to roll the skin back over the helmet.No amount of squeezing would yoll it over and as I let it loose it stiffened from my efforts and eyed me as though the hole was an evil eye. I was captured now! - "That daughter-in-law of mine, - he broke my attention. - don't know what she's missing out on. You ought to tell her" - I now looked at his body,clearly his torso although hidden was strong and firm,his legs were strong but thin like saplings with his belly firm and hard. A father any child could be happy to have fathered them. "Why so quiet? Bothered about what we've just done" - My response was, "WE'VE. You mean you! I had no wish or part of it" - "Rubbish,that second fuck made you cum and anyway you met me thrust for thrust,just like the others" - I took the opening expecting a denial" - "You mean,like your neighbours wife's you've fucked" - "Ah,so that's got too you,I'm not surprised. Its no secret, Fucked yes,but remember,they've all got children to thank me for" - I couldn't believe how blatant he was. - "Yours will be a good looking kid as well. My neighbour and daughter was well pleased" - "What with her grandchild?" - "God no,yes! Her child and her daughters child are like peas in a pod" - I stood dumbfounded with my lower body nakedly exposed and his cock still out but now only half hard. "Come on get that coffee going" He pulled up his trousers and I on moving my bum from the wall let my dress drop but it hung open at the front where he'd opened the buttons right down. I seen him study my body again, "You're nice you know,I'll help myself again to that" - I neither responded or desisted as he felt my body in greater detail,he kissed and felt some more releasing my tits and fondling my nipples. What a bastard,I wanted to have some more now and he knew it. "Tomorrow eh? Lets drink now" - We sat and drank and talked,he told me he'd fucked six neigbours and the one with the daughter had known he fucked her daughter the next day because she had been out. They both fell for babies and although at first she had bashed his chest for fucking her daughter,he said she soon came round when she found out they were both pregnant and he spent a happy few months servicing both at the same time. He welcomed me to his harem,as he chose to call it and told me his next recruit was his son's wife. She knew it and was a bit hesitant compared to me. When I pointed out he'd raped me,he joked it off and told me I wasn't the first to make that claim,but everyone of his women had excepted many more fuckings regardless of their chosen claim. The pig was so sure of my and obviously these other women's needs,I could have kicked him. - But of course he was right,there was just something about this old fucker. I never managed to put my finger on it but he found me always willing to secombe to his sperm. Within three months I was impregnated and mused over my next target as yet unknown. The very next day he was back and having placed me face down on the table he was giving me a steady fuck when the phone rang. The steady thrusts was making me slide too and fro on my tits as he slid into my very core. - "Its me,he did it,I told you he would. God he was like a wild animal when he done it. I didn't admit to him it made me orgasm,nor that I liked it,but I hope he did. I want to do it somemore with him. Don't tell anyone. He may come to you in a bit. Did he yesterday? Like I said he might" - A deep voice overtoned my own, "Yes he did and he is right now" "OO-Argh" - The phone went dead. "Bet that shit her up,serve her right for telling you I've just put my still wet cock from her cunt straight into yours" I admit I giggled as I imagined her face at finding he was actually fucking me when she phoned. - "Ah,she'll be alright when I turn up to fuck her tomorrow,but at the moment she'll be there wondering if she's blown it" - "You've got a head as big as a bucket,why do you think you have such a power over women?" - "Well you're still taking it from me today although I told you who and how I fucked my neighbours,you figure it out. Why do you?" I never did figure it out,the nearest I got too,was women are attracted to men who treat them like shit. Caveman stuff I reckon! The next lusty tale was a shock and even against my rules. Read Moreg many sexual moments at the hands of my husband and also from my sexually lusty server. Time to spread my options I thought. This is how it came about; We were at an event,nothing special,just a casual coming together,that had not been arranged for any particular reason. Lusty's father was also here. This old guy as I seen it,he was about fifty eight where as I was,well,in my early twenties. This old sod was a handsome,rough,tough looking craggy sort. Kirk Douglas-ish,even down to the chin dimple. OK! So he was not unattractive,with suitable colour and features.
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Diary of an American Housewife
'Puttin' on a little?" and the friendly pat on my butt from husband. Encouraging words as he was out the door to work?
He had no understanding at all of the life of an American Housewife. What would Housewives do without TV, vacuums, dishes, clothes washers and delivery boys ... and house pets? Boredom-boredom and more boredom!!!!
If it weren't for the little distractions of cleaning vacuum bags and cat litter trays and gathering dog droppings in the yard there would be little excitement in my life.
So-I I mean, I have a good life. After husband and children were off to work and school, I had a whole day to myself-my duties, that is. Picking-up (the one things husbands and children were brain-dead about) and washing/ironing and cleaning and dishes and dinner-plans and that, without clever planning, took the whole day, day after day after day. But I needed the detached reflection a diary might give and it might be entertaining. Where to begin... Day One: Dear Diary- Again... Dear Diary- I'm Marvene; I'm 36 years old; I'm an ordinary hard-working and much bored housewife in the usual housewife rut and with your help, maybe I can get out of the humdrum and have a little excitement telling you of my days and my story to this date even though I'm not that old and from day to day when something happens. This one was like the other days. About a pat on my butt and an observation as husband left the family nest for another day which he surely thought was dull; but he was out driving to the office and selecting a place for lunch. Even if he went to the same place he COULD go somewhere else anytime he wanted or take a bag lunch-yuck. But I mean he had lots of choices. I didn't. And he could go somewhere after work if he wanted and blame it on a traffic janL..I didn't know if he did but he COULD. And what could I do, in home, cleaning, washing and the rest. Those were the choices for me-An American Housewife! I looked into our back yard. The dog was resting under the tree. Smart to stay in the shade and while I was sweating inside already so I took off my housecoat. There was no one around to see anyway. We American Housewives tend to relax a little in our domain and to get creative. After all-housewife-wife to the house-married to the house is more like it ... if we weren't innovative what were we. Today, Diary- I went to my room and got ready for my shower. The water was good and cooled me down but when I got out I was like radiating all over from the water. I put on my light dress and went back to my magazine and the end of the exercise video-bend down, touch your toes-I tried it and it made the backs of my legs sore but I touched my toes. The dog was watching and stopped licking as I went up and down, giving him a free show up naked my legs and bottom. Funny, dog,s eyes. I don't know if they see things but they look like they do. He licked his lips as he watched and I felt funny and stopped and sat on the couch with my magazine. It was a story about a secretary that I was reading. She was a non-housewife-type of girl and thought she was a hot thing. I used to think of myself as hot and then got married. I read the story and started fantasizing about the girl in the story, which is what we readers are supposed to do but the story was doing it to me and I finally put it down feeling funny reading it and getting hot about some fiction of a girl at the office crossing her legs and making the guy look at her from across the room and checking her legs and the crack between and he came over and said something to her that made her blush. Then I started to blush but it was from my imagination and my hands feeling along my dress. The guy in the story met the secretary after work and they had a drink across the street and she said she had a crush on him and he felt uneasy because he was married but wanted her-on him and she wanted him-in her and the drinks took away their resistance. They arranged to meet later and set up a fake doctor's appointment on the same days and went to a hotel ... and .. well... you know the rest, diary. That's where the story ended but it left me up in the air and feeling my dress.  I raised my dress and felt all over my naked legs. I went into my bedroom and found my vibrator, in the bottom drawer, at the back and under the sheets where no one but me would look and went back to the couch. The dog was watching me, licking himself with his long, long tongue. I laid my head back and continued feeling over my legs and my crack and dipped a figure inside, just checking, diary, but I knew what I would find. It felt good there and I had all day if I wanted to wait that long which I didn't! It was quiet, except for the TV and I switched it to Mute and listened to some birds in the garden and felt myself all over and back and forth. I was being patient. I knew what I was doing and opened my eyes to watch the dog, with eager eyes, looking at me and he seemed curious as to my movements, which were getting faster and making me start to twitch. This is when I started to hope there would be no interruptions and no telephone ringing and that I could just feel and bring myself to the edge. Day/Night 2 Diary!:Ilm His name was Barry and he and his wife were our own age and had been to our house for barbecues several times and we had visited them also. We were friends but not close and I had fantasized about him because he seemed so strong. When he handed me the saw I noticed for the first time how big were his hands and started thinking about that old wife's tale-you know about the large size of a man's dick if he had large hands. It made me go wet all of a sudden and I had to sit down and say: @Help yourself." I knew my face was even redder than it had been. @It's hot outside." I was making light conversation but I felt very vulnerable with him standing there at the refrigerator, his back turned, and I could watch him move without getting caught. But he caught me looking and smiled. @It's hotter in here than it is outside." It was a tone of voice he had that made me wonder if he guessed what I was feeling and then we walked into the living room. Now I was mortified. There on our couch was my vibrator and it was plugged in, too! Maybe he wouldn't notice but of course, he did notice and smiled at me with a knowing look and sat on the couch. I sat so the vibrator was at least on the other side of me from where he sat. @My wife thinks that's the greatest invention of all time-better than a hair dryer!" I didn't-couldn't-say anything. 'Is that why your cheeks are red? Now I know what housewives do in the morning while we men are at work." He wasn't being mean, and said it in a light tone. 'Well, now you know,' I said, wondering where this conversation was going. "Can I watch you use it?" ..."I think I'd better get dressed and do my shopping as soon as you're finished with your drink.' He took me by the wrist, '6Can't shopping wait for a minute?" I just sat there. *Come on, I won't do anything, just watch. I've always wondered if you were as hot as you look. My wife and I even talked about how pretty you are. She thinks you have a great figure. But you know what they say-good on the looks and cool inside.' He reached across me and grabbed the vibrator. "My wife likes it when I watch her use it and she wouldn't mind at all. She would probably even be jealous if she knewwhich she won't." I felt strange with this good-looking man holding my wrist and holding my vibrator and then he turned it on and I thought, dear diary, '6Why not? But just for a minute and then he would have to leave." I took hold of it. "Let me switch it on for you." It began to hum and I could feel the sound, if that's possible, all through me. I was still hot and getting hotter, just with the thought of what was happening at that moment. I lifted my dress and put it underneath so he could hear it and see my movements but couldn't actually see me. That was as much as I was willing to do and just for a minute or two but then he kissed me and I put it right between my legs and spread them a little so it was on me and intense and I couldn't help myself and kissed him back and felt him lifting my dress to my waist and he could see I was naked and maybe even see I was really wet and I let myself go and enjoyed it. I was so embarrassed and that made me even more hot and then he put his hands on me and spread me open all the time he was kissing me and I was kissing back in earnest and then I couldn't even kiss him and was breathing air into my mouth. I was some other place, in outer space and climbing my mountain and my hips lifted to that vibrator and I felt his hand go under me and his skin was warm on mine and I was so hot, hot! He played with me and whispered in my ear how wet I was and he liked that a lot and I was limp and resting and cool between my legs and just lying there. He didn't try anything else but I wanted to see and feel his cock in my hands and inside me and was afraid to say anything. I just couldn't. I was exhausted and how could I look at his wife at our next barbecue. I just laid there with my eyes closed, naked from the waist down and relaxed, very relaxed and noticed how quiet it was when he kissed me and quietly closed the door on his way out. So now you know why I missed writing the rest of the story until just now and it made me hot just telling you what happened. So I'll close for now and will write again soon, about less exciting things probably, but you never know. Diary 3:  I had gotten mine when my shoulders were very sore and at the same time I was in the appliance section of our department store. The pictures on the box showed a woman using it on her back and so I got it. It was cheap. One of the best buys in my life! When I got it home, I put it on my back and shoulders and it was relaxing but not any more than a hot shower. It laid in the drawer for more than a year when one of my magazine stories had a character who was laughing about vibrators when the other character in the story mentioned them as being as good as a man but you didn't have to wash and cook for it. It got me to thinking. Of course, I'd heard giggles about '6sex toys" but that was girl giggles and nonsense. Then the story and the giggles I remembered and I said to myself-when I have a private moment I might just give it a try. Then I got busy on a school project for my daughter-we were building a kind of toy box for the kindergarten kids at a day care center and we were driving to get wood and nails and cutting the pieces and making a real toy box, painting it and it took all my spare time. That project was finished and I had more time to myself during the day. I wanted to be sure to have some time alone and planned ahead, doing all my washing and cleaning on Monday, Tuesday was My day. The children and husband all out of the house, a little coffee and the early morning news and then I was in for a shower and my lightest housecoat. Back to the kitchen and even a glass of white wine, some music and a quiet mood. I sat and watched outside as a bird flew into the tree and our dog rested in the shade. I had another swallow and began to relax. I wondered if I was being silly, having time alone but I needed this. Finally, I got up and went into the closet-which is where I had tossed the vibrator. It wasn't until later that I felt like hiding it in the drawer. It had different little knobs and I put on the simplest one, shaped like a thumb, and returned to the living room couch. I had another swallow of wine and started to feel mellow, laying my head back and stretching my legs. My housecoat fell open and I touched my thighs with both hands. They were cool and smooth and my hands made me tingle at my crotch. Maybe I'd just forget my new toy and feel myself and make myself come on my fingers like I always had. I was already a little wet and my finger slipped along my lips easily. I loosened my housecoat some more and started that nice motion along my lips, fingers spreading, finger dipping and slipping and feeling myself up and I almost lost myself and stopped to have more wine and sat up. I had my plan and I was going to do it. It's strange, Diary, but I felt guilty or naughty or something like, "I shouldn't be doing this. Doing what? It's my body and I'm just dealing with boredom. Right?" But I was afraid of getting caught. All of it made it more exciting, I guess but I hesitated before switching it on. It felt good in my hand but I went right to work on myself. That thumb made my skin tingle wherever I put it along my thighs. I closed my eyes and listened to the humming and moved it up and down and all over and just enjoyed the sensations. I moved it through my hairs and along each side and down and back up. My body started responding on its own and I didn't really think what I was doing after awhile as it moved along the lines of my flesh, down one side and the other and then, between and along my lips. I put one hand holding myself open and with the other worked myself. My feelings told it where to stop but I took it away in a didn't want this to be over quickly, slowly, playing, in hand down to pull the vibrator over move and, eventually few seconds. I week for this time and wanted it to last but then I put it back there where I wanted, needed, it, to...... beeee. And, Oh! Was it wonderful right there. It made my hips move and I could feel my lips embrace the thumb and quiver and respond. I knew I was really, really wet and it felt so good, like nothing I had ever felt. Then I had to rest and turned it off and lay there breathing hard, my head light with the wine and how intense I had felt. Diary 4: This was a day for my reawakening. I felt better about myself in some way because of my experience. I'd never do anything like that but it happened and opened my feelings about myself. Up to that time I was a homebody, a housewife doing house things-washing, cleaning, cooking, and things like that and I was definitely loyal to my family and my husband; had missionary style sex, in bed, at night, at the appointed hour, didn't give blow-jobs, didn't play golf, didn't watch sports. I was about as ordinary a bored housewife as there was. So by accident Barry had opened me up-in a way taken away another layer of virginity and I felt a new sense of freedom or abandon; I felt empowered to act against boredom with my mind and body. I still went quickly back inside when I got a glimpse of Barry but determined to be out. I was wearing my new dress, with a bright blue and yellow pattern; with my hair up and my gold neck chain. I looked cool, or so I thought. I walked to our market to do a little shopping and just get out for the first time since my 'visitor.' I felt self-conscious even days later and one or two men seemed to look at me at the market. Goodlooking men with good hands! I leaned over to pick some vegetables from the back and could see they were looking at my legs-one of best features. My dress was a length where inquiring eyes got a good idea of my shape when I leaned out. I didn't wear stockings-not for a trip to the market in mid-day and only thin cotton panties meant they could enjoy the body movement in each of my steps as I went further down the aisle.  I wasn't feeling housewife-ish just then and more the "wanton woman" but I felt a sense of release from boredom and I liked that. That was what it was all about at least for a few hours of the day before I returned to my usual duties. I wondered what would be the next bit of exploration for my liberation. Dear Diary- 'I thought a lot about knocking but couldn't help it.'                 Well don't stand out there in the sun," I said. He came in. 'Would you like something ... to drink, I mean." We both laughed. I mean, I think I knew what he wanted but couldn't say and he felt exactly the same: ME, MY BODY AND ME! Or was it HIM, HIS BODY AND HIM? I got him a beer and poured myself some wine. No one would be home for hours, yet. I had the air-conditioning on and it was cool inside. The sound of the air-conditioner shut out the other noises from the street and made it private for us for whatever we wanted to make of privacy. "You know I've been married over five years. We have a good marriage." I nodded. "But not exciting ... I mean...we love each other an all but it's a kiss at the door and smile at dinner and a hug in bed and sleep and then we're off to work and another kiss, smile and hug. Not exciting but happy." I nodded: "Me, too." We sipped our drinks and walked into the living room. (the vibrator was gone, of course, but its memory lingered in both our minds) 'Nothing happened, right?" I think that was true so why did his saying that make me hot? I guess I'd been hot, off and on, for no particular reason, almost all the time since that day. " I love my husband, too," I said, "He's good to me but we do the same kiss, smile and hug, a lot." 'Have you had a nice day? It's been hot and business is slow so I took the afternoon off but I had something else in mind, obviously. I don't have to be home for hours." "Can I fix you a sandwich?" I went into the kitchen to cool off. He followed me and I got out some bread and cheeses and handed Barry another beer. I shouldn't have. I should have asked him to leave. I should have not let him in the first place. I shouldn't but I did and he came up from behind and hugged me and I leaned against him and he pressed his hands around my front and I spread my legs as he cupped his fingers into me. I was wet and I knew he felt it. I held on to the counter as he pulled me back, lifting my dress and pulling off my panties. Maybe it was the wine, maybe I had thought about this and imagined it and didn't know how I would react and I just let him, let him make me naked, let him feel me all over and let him put his finger inside me and then two fingers and I leaned over as he pulled out and I heard his zipper and felt his flesh against me. I reached under and felt his long cock and balls and stroked him to my lips, just parting them. Holding the kitchen counter, I waited, it seemed a long wait, I was very hot and my lips were around the tip of him. He slid into me easily and very deeply. Then I could feel his balls pressing against me and I lifted myself on him as he hit against me, again and then again and I was lost in my own kitchen with the air-conditioning fan and the quiet of his thrusting and bringing me against his long cock until my knees went weak and he held me up, my weak legs held around his thighs as he pressed me against the counter and I felt I was completely naked, open and filled with him and wet down my thighs and breathless as his movements slowed and I knew he had come, too, and was slowing and cooling and slipping out of me. He kissed my neck and smiled and hugged. This was different, this was exciting. Beautiful the way our bodies were in unison of movement and coming together with more hugs and kisses and breathings and then, he was gone and I had to hurry and clean up and get rid of the beer cans and drink the wine I had left in the glass. And I had to go sit on the couch and wonder what further liberations were in store for me. I felt ready for the next episode and turned on the TV to cool down, picked up that old magazine and looked at some of the other stories. If they only knew of my story! It was too hot to read the mag. My dog sat there, licking and looking at me. He seemed to know. I sat and just turned the pages and cooled off. I must have fallen asleep because I awoke as the door sprang open to the sound to my two children, delighted to tell of the important events at school, how one friend was sent to the vice-principal for being rude to the teacher and another who caught her hand in the door and went to the school nurse. Not to mention the "loads and loads of homework" which meant to their rooms and time for me to start dinner, which I did, still in a glow from my 'dull' day. 'Hi! Honey!" and a smile, kiss and hug and back to the salad makings. Then dinner and 'How was work?" 'Okay" and 'How was your day?" 'Okay..." and then television and bed and a smile/hug/kiss and I lay there thinking, dreaming, getting a little wet and turning over so I would not get an errant squeeze and questions ... How would I explain that? I blushed under the sheets and got more wet and a little scared from my exciting day. I decided to put a stop to it. It was wrong. I should be a 'good little housewife" but I felt very naughty and excited. You know, diary. Maybe there were more diaries before therapy was popular. A diary was an understanding friend; and would never tell the secrets but I got hot even just writing to my diary. To be honest, Barry's cock was very hard and long and made me come extra good. Knowing it was wrong and a secret made me come even more intensely. And I wanted him again. So much for my promises but I had to wait. Maybe he wouldn't visit me when I was alone and I'd have to settle for having my dreams. I heard my husband, next to me, in his deep, 'I'm asleep" breathing and put my hands down to feel myself. I wanted to come again right there with him asleep beside me but I didn't dare! Next morning when I awoke, my hands were still holding myself, and what dreams I had, of many things and boys and girls and ... I better not say what else. I had to get up and help everyone else off to their day and I couldn't put off vacuuming another day so they were off-smiling, kissing, hugging, and I was doing my obedient housewifery things. There weren't that many clothes, ironing and dishes and I finished early and took a nap. I needed a rest what with all my nocturnal dreaming which had tired me out. The pillow felt soft and I was soon drifting off. I couldn't keep him out of mind, Barry, and couldn't keep my hands away from myself and then my fingers were at work again. I saw us, in the kitchen, like it wasn't me. It was me as a third person and watching. And I watched as he put his arms at my waist, lifted my dress, felt all my wet flesh... And then, I remembered, it was a long time ago when I didn't understand things as well. I had been on my way home from school and full of the usual stories, waiting to tell of the vice-principal and the school nurse and that sort of thing when one of the boys, Steve, came up and started walking along with me. He asked if was going to the school dance and asked me to go with him. It wasn't my first date, that was too scary to enjoy with all the fussing at home and the new dress and shoes and not knowing what to say on a date and whether he would try to kiss mehe did but I didn't kiss back. This would be the first real dance where I felt comfortable except, until he asked, I had no one to go with. So now I was going, with him, and he was cute and I was looking forward to this one. He asked if we could walk down by the river bank near our home so I went with him. He said we should get to know each other a little before the dance and then we could enjoy it more-it seemed okay to me at the time. We walked through some of the bushes and bent down to get under some of the brush to where the water came up close to where we were walking. 'Let's sit down for a little." I did. I was a warm day and we both wore lightweight clothing. Steve took hold of my hand when we sat down. 'I've been wanting to ask you to the dance for a long time but I was afraid you would say 'No.' I'm glad someone else didn't ask because you're the cutest girl in class." I wondered if I should believe him but it seemed okay. I was cute and had a pretty body that was filling out as nice as some of the girls and better than most. He squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. We sat on the grass by the bank and listened to the trees rustling in the wind. @How many dances have you been to?" he asked. "Last year I went to my first dance and this is the second. I was real nervous the first time. I didn't know what I should wear and what he would do. I mean I went with David." 'I know Dave. He's okay." 'I like him but not that way, I mean, well you know." Steve nodded and leaned back on the grass, still holding my hand. I sort of felt like lying back with him but didn't. Then I did and looked up at the sky and the clouds. Steve said: 'Could you ever like me, that way?" said I didn't know. He said, *Would you try, at least until after we go to the dance." I looked at him and he smiled and gave me a hug. 'You're really nice." I blushed, I think, and he squeezed my hand and reached to kiss me. I pulled back. I wasn't ready for that and didn't know what would happen next but he held me to his face and kissed me. His lips were nice and I was wrong, I know, but I kissed him back and then he kissed me again and we kissed and kissed for a long time by the river bank and I couldn't hear any wind in the trees and could only feel his lips. He put his tongue in my mouth and I started to sit up but he pulled me back and then I opened my mouth to him. It felt crazy having his tongue slipping in my mouth and he licked my lips then and I felt my body start to tingle. I put my tongue around his and he held me tight and I got scared and sat up and said 'I've got to go. I'll see you in school tomorrow." And straightened my hair and dress and bent over for my books and walked or almost ran home and went straight to my room when I got home. All my feelings were new to me and I felt uncomfortable and maybe wouldn't go to the dance with Steve. He might try something again. And, too, I felt cool between my legs and looked at myself and put my fingers there and was slippery wet. It felt good when I touched myself so I stopped and started doing my homework. I couldn't pay attention to my work but kept at it and finally got it done but the teacher said I must have been daydreaming and made me do it over! But about the dance. I saw Steve at school the next day even I did try to avoid him a little and we came to face during lunch break. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it," he said. 'You kiss good." I just looked down and felt that feeling again. 'You want to eat together?' So we walked to one of the benches and had our lunch. "You're not mad, are you?" "Just eat your lunch, Steve!" I said it in a tone of voice that let him know how I felt-if confused is the word for how I felt or maybe a little scared but excited, you know Diary. I didn't know what it was then but he was the first boy that made me feel excited when I was near him, or even thinking about him. I'm glad I saw Steve the very next day even if I didn't look him in the face. I felt nervous around him but it was a good nervous. My Mom and I went shopping after school and I got a nice dress for the dance and shoes. So I was going after all. We got home and it was dinner and homework but I couldn't concentrate. All I saw was Steve and his mouth and lips and could almost feel his hands holding me and the warmth of his body and it was hard to do homework when all that was happening. Then I took a shower and got in bed and looked at the ceiling for a long time and saw Steve and his face and body and hands holding me and his mouth on mine and licked inside my mouth and kind of pretended it was him and promised I wouldn't let him do that because I knew it was dirty and wrong and I was being bad to let him or want him and I wouldn't anymore. I promised myself do any of that again. I was too young and he was being forward and assuming a lot about me and he was very much wrong about me. I didn't want to be "that kind" of girl whether it was exciting or not. I kept looking at the ceiling. My nightie was very silky and I started touching it and watching Steve. He was cute and his lips were soft on mine and I outlined the shape of my body under the nightie. I had a nice shape and it relaxed me, feeling over my skin. I closed my eyes but he was till there and I imagined he was naked. I'd never seen a boy naked but I'd seen statues and knew what they looked like except this particular naked boy was Steve! and he was kissing me and making my body feel good. It was okay to do this in my own room. The door was closed and the light out and it was just a dream. I reached out to him and he took a step and held me. His skin was against me and his hands were all over and lifting my clothing, feeling me and licking my lips. I felt my fingers on my skin and I was slippery again and it was exciting to touch and feel myself. I looked to be sure my door was shut and lifted my leg and put my finger inside and stroked my body and was very wet and turned on my side, leaving my hand there and went to sleep feeling very warm. Well, Diary, I'm telling you more about what happened years ago to this American Housewife. I hope you don't mind. I had some good times in school before I started being bored and dull and I like telling you so... Finally we got to the day of the dance. I lost my appetite. Steve seemed so relaxed at school but all the other girls and I could talk about was getting ready for the dance and what we were all wearing and we decided we wouldn't get there on time, we would be nonchalant and arrive a little later. At least that's what we said. What we did, what I did, was different than planned. In fact, I almost didn't get to the dance at all! Steve picked me up on time and there was all the fussing to get ready and to meet my parents and to say 'Don't be home too late.' And all that and then we were off. I could see he had washed his car and waxed it. I sat next to the door. He looked at me when he closed the door and smiled and got in and we drove off. "You don't want to get there when it starts, do you?" He was reading my mind. 'Come on, sit over here, next to me." I slid over and was right next to him. I could feel his warmth through my dress. Then he put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. "I know a good place we can go and just sit in the car and talk and then we can go to the dance and be a little late." "Okay." I didn't know what was going to happen but it was a good idea to be a little late. It was like telling everyone we had been to lots and lots of dances and didn't need to be on time as there would be plenty of time at the dance even if we weren't the first ones there. So Steve and I drove along and then we turned off and down a road and were beside the river again. Near where we had been before when he was putting his tongue in my mouth! Except this time we were in his car and kind of private. Now was the time for me to remember my promise to myself. When I sat close to him it was hard to keep thinking my clean thoughts so I didn't sit as close as I might. But then he put his arm around me and it felt warm and I couldn't help but cuddle a little and feel good about being there and it was pretty, the river, the trees, the car, his arm and leg against me. 'I know we shouldn't but I like you and you're pretty." And I began to weaken. He kissed my neck and ear and breathed on me and turned my face to his. "I love you." I'd never heard anyone say that to me-not from a boy to me! Then he kissed me and I couldn't do anything about it and kissed him and then our tongues were touching and I felt I was getting slippery wet again and didn't know what to do and then sat up again and moved near my door. This was too much for me. The trouble was I liked it and liked him and liked the kissing and getting wet was wonderful and meant I was growing up with strong feelings. I bet the other girls didn't know anything about feeling like that and I felt proud of myself even if I'd broken my promise so quickly and then he took my hand and I slid right back and we were kissing and kissing and he was breathing on me. I realized I was breathing hard and my chest was heaving up and down and he kissed my neck and ears and tried to kiss outside my breasts and unbuttoned me and moved my breast to his mouth and all I could do was lean back and let him and enjoy it and worry about what he might do next and I let him feel both my breasts. His kissing was so good. He kissed my mouth and told me my nipples were hard. They were very sensitive and I didn't want him to stop but he had to stop and I pushed his face away and told him 'No." and said 'No' again and he kept kissing me just the same as I squirmed on the seat and then he pushed me down. I really said 'No!" then but his hands were on me and were I was making them slippery and moving my bottom the more slippery I got. I lost track of where he was or his mouth or hands and pushed at his head with both his hands and felt his stiff cock on my hand and it was wet too and then ... he hurt ... bad but it was too late and it was my fault because I lifted myself up just as he plunged into me but it hurt and I grabbed him around the waist and pushed at him and held him and pushed him away and then just held and hoped he wouldn't leave me he was too deep inside to leave and it was hot and wet and good and I held him to me to try to get him to stop moving inside. It felt too good and I couldn't stand it anymore and had to rest a little. I was sweating and hurting and feeling hot all at the same time and We were late to the dance because we had to clean up and cool down and tell each other we were in love and all that. That was the dance I remember most. I don't remember dancing or much else except someone spiked the punch and that bowl was empty before anyone knew. I was sore for a few days and Steve and his family moved to Chicago the next month so we wrote and made promises we couldn't keep but I thought about him a lot for a long time until I met someone else. I had to pretend with him that I didn't know about things and all but we never got serious or into feelings and then were other boys, some who made me horny and some who had bad breath and some who were just fools. I never got to know Steve very well after that night and I wondered what might have happened to us if he hadn't moved.  For awhile, everyone I dated had to be compared to Steve and since he had been a surprise and beautiful the other guys weren't surprising even though a few were cute. It was the same old "You're beautiful" and then hands on your breasts and under your dress without any surprises at all and some were more exciting than others but there was Steve and whatever was in second or third place and then I went on a sexual fast. I was tired of all the boys wanting me for sex and I got serious in my studies and didn't go 'parking' anymore. Maybe I needed a rest. I don't know. But I needed some perspective which I got but I sure felt horny in the meantime and would get wet just looking at some fine guy and when they looked back I had to keep my promises and get back to studying. After I graduated it was different, looking for a job and meeting different people; listening to the girl talk and getting old enough to drink and go to bars where people hung around and told lies about each other. Mainly the guys told lies: About how pretty I was or I had a good figure when what they really meant was AI want to feel you and have sex"-not necessarily in that order. It was the first time I really heard girls talk unendingly about themselves and their 'boyfriends" and even some about girlfriends. One or two of the girls admitting have sex with girls as well as with boys. It was amazing to me because I'd heard about it but not from soneone who had actually done it and I wondered if they were just lying to make themselves seem adventurous or important or to shock some of us. I worked with one of the girls, Harriet, and she told some really wild stories one night so the next day I got brave. 'Harriet, some of things you told us last night were incredible. Were you just joking with us or what?' "I wasn't joking, Marvene, and I didn't believe what I had done either. Maybe I had too much to drink. But then the next day I realized how good it was so I saw her again and did it a second time. What do they say: Don't knock it if you haven't tried it." Harriet and I talked a lot after that and became friends. She did most of the talking and I listened a lot. I invited her to my apartment for dinner one night and we had a bottle of wine and an Irish coffee and another one after that and all the time Harriet we telling me her 'sex chronicles,' including about the time she was with another girl, at her apartment, having dinner and wine and getting sexy with her in an accidental way and Harriet reached and took my hand and put it on her breast. I laughed. I was nervous ... and felt her breast. She lifted her sweater, no bra, and put my hand on her skin. I was still nervous but her breast was soft and her nipple was suddenly hard. "Kiss my nipple, Marvene," as she took my head and put it on her and I couldn't believe myself but I was kissing her breast and licking her nipple just like Steve had kissed mine. I knew how good it felt when done a certain way and that's what I did to Harriet as she stroked my hair and cuddled my ears, now, with both her hands and said how good it felt and I started to relax and get into it with a girl for the first time!  I was so surprised at myself and how making her nipple hard with my tongue was exciting me too. Then I wanted to tell her to stop feeling my ears and neck and was going to and started thinking that was the way Steve had licked my breasts and he must have enjoyed it, too, because I was enjoying it and it was a role reversal then with me being like a guy, the other side of the coin. And then I kissed her other breast after she removed her sweater and leaned back and held me too her and told me it felt good and y mouth was soft and I heard my words to Steve before the dance and I had said things like that and it made him lick me more like I was licking Harriet's breasts and feeling and holding them to my mouth and I didn't want her encouragement any longer and then she put my hand under her dress and up her legs and I could feel how wet she was and the I really wanted this and to make her come and have her under my control and make her squirm. She was already squirming as I licked and slid down further and spread her legs completely open. "Kiss me there!" Which is what I wanted to do anyway and to taste a woman and lick her spend and feel it on my face and I found her clit which was hard and felt her hands on my face, spreading her lips open to my tongue. It didn't take long for Harriet to start moving her hips and get desperate and out of breath and she started telling me how good I was and how hot she was and clutched me to her and held tight and almost smothered me. When I came up for air she said: "That was good; that was the best!" And it made me feel good inside and then I realized I was very wet and hot too. It wasn't just Harriet so I was embarrassed at breathing hard. 'your face is red Marvene. Are you as hot as you look. Sit up here and let's see." Then it was her turn to take charge. I couldn't even get my clothes off before she was under my dress with her hands and mouth and I guess I was coming so quick I couldn't believe it and she knew just where to touch and I saw Steve again and wished Harriet had a long stiff cock but this was the next best things and I smothered her what with wrapping my legs around her delicious tongue and face. After that we just lay there and held each other. Later I made some coffee without liquor. We had had enough excitement. Read More decided to start a diary. Someone might read it someday. Then they would know about the one-quarter of the population that stays at home, works at home, gets bored at home and tries to find some escape from the home humdrum.
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A day in a life
Bill had left for work an hour earlier. His last action before shutting the door was a perfunctory kiss on her cheek as he hurried out the door, his mind already occupied on the day’s events. Again, he had missed the significance of her squeeze on his upper arm; again he missed entirely, the questioning look she gave his retreating back.
“Jay; get up, you&r He moaned something unintelligible in response, turned over and covered his head with the duvet; sure in the knowledge that he could get at least another five minutes before his mother screamed up again. Jean returned to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen and her tea cooling on the breakfast bar. She checked the calendar, crossing off Thursday with the marker pen on a string. Avril, her thirteen year old daughter had made and brought home the renewable calendar in ‘design technology’. It held pride of place on the wall, accessible by the whole family to mark significant dates like birthdays. Today had the words ‘lunch Judy 11.30’; a lifelong friend. They had grown up together, neighbours, gone to school together, dated and where really more like sisters than friends. They married within a few months of each other, had baby boys only a couple of days apart. Their lives had mapped out so closely throughout; they had the same problems, similar children and husbands. Jean was looking forward to her date. Tea drunk, she set about getting her eldest child out of bed. Instead of yelling up through the banister as she had too many times, Jean marched down the passage, climbed the stairs up to the top landing, burst into Jamie’s bedroom, then without saying anything, yanked off the duvet. Jamie galvanised into action, covering his nakedness and jumping up as if stung with a hot poker. In the split second between his sudden uncovering and the reactive jump out of bed, the mother glimpsed his stiff fur covered cock, pointing at the ceiling. ‘That will please someone one day’, she thought to herself; not in the least excited by the sight, just proud of her son’s physique. At sixteen, he was very much growing into a man with all the right proportions. “I warned you.” She told him over her shoulder as she left for the shower with a show of his dismissal. She heard his, whatever muttered softly to her retreating back. Well she had warned him countless times, even promised a bucket of cold water, his embarrassment would do for now, perhaps he would get up in the morning from now on. Eventually, the house emptied of her children, off to school, leaving her the dishes and a pile of dirty clothing trailing from bedrooms towards the family bathroom. Somehow, the clothes never quite made it to the linen basket until she picked them up. Jean finished showering, dried and took time over her choice of clothing. An hour and half later; Jean had tidied up, washed the dishes, put them away and chosen a simple white blouse over a black short skirt to wear; patent leather low heeled sling back shoes and minimal make up; just a light dusting of eye shadow, a quick brush of a blusher under a thin foundation. She looked critically in the full length mirror, noticing for the millionth time, the blemish of a small brown mole at the corner of her left eye. She was not pretty, she thought, couldn’t be described as a beauty by any standards, but she was passable, could hold her own in a crowd; at least Bill thought so when he joked it would need to be a large crowd. After nearly twenty years married, his jokes all sounded the same, worn and dated, same as their conversation, their sex life and pretty much everything else. She switched off that train of thought before it went too much further and left her crying as she did too often these days. Her eyes were too wide apart, her nose not in proportion, being small and upturned; her skin needed help; her hair was always a struggle to control, being too fine and a russet brown that she wished was blonde. Jean shrugged as she usually did, tried to accept her plainness, not let the familiar pangs of a slight jealousness toward Judy, who was one of those lucky bitches who always looked fabulous, never seemed to put an ounce of fat on even after childbirth, who’s clothes always fitted straight off the rail and always looked as the designer intended; who made Jean feel second rate, an almost, a could have done better, type of person. She left the semi-detached house, locking the door behind her. Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. She drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines; he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some independence, a bank account of her own perhaps, a life that wasn’t solely wrapped around him and the kids. Bill couldn’t see that Jean needed something else, something that took her away from the house, away from family matters, away from total immersion; he refused to believe she would need to be someone other than Misses Gallaher, house wife; he would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into that area, would turn his back or simply walk out of the room. She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early; secured a table by the window and settled to wait for Judy who would be fashionably late as always. Jean waved the waiter away as he hovered at her shoulder and watched the passing people who all seemed to be rushing to somewhere important. The only ones ambling looked hopeless; aimless and without purpose entirely; she felt conjoined with them, had an empathy with their plight; understood the maudlin feeling of lack of direction, as if they were all just waiting to die with nothing left to look forward to. Her mobile phone chirruped in her handbag after she had sat there for nearly half an hour. She hated the damned thing, but agreed with Bill, to keep it for emergencies. “Hello”. She didn’t think to look at the screen to see who was calling her. “Hi, it’s Judy”… the mechanically tinny voice announced “…Jean, I’m so sorry, I can’t make it today; something has come up. Can we make it next week? I’ll tell you all about it then; okay?. Thanks hon.” “Oh! Okay.” “Thanks; love ya.” The connection was broken at the other end. Well bugger that, thought Jean; Judy was just like everyone else who she was associated with, never a thought for my feelings, no thought about what I might want, she didn’t even ask how I was or even where. She waved at the waiter and ordered a large glass of Merlot; told him no; she didn’t want to eat, just the wine thanks. It was while sipping the deep red wine that Jean made the decision to take over her life, or at least, made the decision that would lead to the mastery of her immediate future. She had thought many times in the past about making some radical changes, Judy letting her down was the final tipper, her resolve was set. Feeling completely new, somewhat rejuvenated, Jean left the restaurant to find a labour agency. She had decided to find a job, it didn’t really matter too much what it was, but something that would provide the first step towards her independence and a life she could call her own; to hell with what Bill had to say about it; it wasn’t like they could discuss it, he never wanted to know. An hour later, she had an application form in her clutches. The initial interview with a girl a fraction of her age had gone well. Her typing speed and accuracy were pretty good for someone who hadn’t been in employment for the last fifteen years. She supposed the hours spent on her son’s computer, writing short stories and articles for the church magazine had helped. She headed towards the park, it was a nice day, she intended to fill out the application on a bench and then hand it back to the too young recruitment consultant. Jean found a seat in the small, pagoda covered cafeteria and ordered a tea. The form only took her a few minutes to complete; she put it back into her bag and relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and steaming drink. She noticed him sitting at another table no more than ten paces away. Her first thought was that he was beautiful; beautiful in a very male sense, his features conspired to create a picture of maleness that had all the attributes of Adonis. His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as it was designed; Paul Smith, she thought. Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre. She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes gave rise to the supposition he might smile often. Jean realised his smile was directed at her. Immediately self conscious, she withdrew her stare and studied her hands instead. After a few minutes, she chanced another glance in his direction. He remained exactly as he had before, smiling slightly, returning her appraising look. Again, Jean looked elsewhere and then smiled herself, at her own sense of the ridiculous; she was acting like a crush ridden school girl, the smile was as much for her own depreciation as the unfamiliar flutter in her breast, a feeling she had thought long gone. She shrugged slightly when her next glance revealed that he no longer sat at the table. She felt a small disappointment, but dismissed it and prepared to return the completed form to the labour agency. “Allow me.” He had come from behind, grasped her chair back and took her elbow; an old fashion courtesy. His voice matched him perfectly; cultured, with a vibrato that hinted a good baritone signing voice. “Oh;” She jumped at his sudden appearance. “Thank you.” He pulled the chair away from the table as she rose to allow her room to turn to face him. He was very close to her, perhaps too close for comfort, her personal space felt invaded. The unfamiliar flutter returned in her breast; suddenly she was nervous, but she couldn’t think why except perhaps his familiarity in closing down the gap between them. “Frank.” He stood several inches above her, perhaps six foot she guessed. His cologne carried on the slight breeze, she didn’t recognise it. “Um… Jean.” She felt confusion, but excited by his attention. “Well Jean, can I walk you through the park? It’s a lovely day, some company would be nice.” Without waiting for her answer, her took her arm in a familiar manner and steered her through the maze of cast iron tables and chairs to the expanse of the pathway of the park. They chatted like old friends as the scenery slipped by unnoticed. He was in town on business, ran an accountancy practice with three partners; was unmarried, at least not married after a divorce. Had three children, all of whom had grown up and left home. Lived in a small village in Buckinghamshire, loved dogs and kept a horse, but didn’t ride. Jean told him of her life, marriage, children, and then completed her story with the announcement of her immediate plans towards emancipation. As the time went by and they did a second circuit of the park, she found herself liking the man more and more. She felt relaxed, even a little relieved to have shared her plans with another human. “Would you like a drink?” He asked, “My Hotel is just around the corner from here.” Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it, then; thought, why not? She answered, yes, she would love a drink. Privately, she thought it might lead to something else, something rather more dangerous than a simple drink. The realisation that she was being picked up came as a surprise to her normally safe and protected life, it made her feel wanton, but more than that, she found didn’t care. It wasn’t like her life was so full of excitement. Jean revelled in the wantonness of what she was entering into; she marvelled at her willingness to fall into this brief encounter; she considered the repercussions and then dismissed them all along with any guilt. A short walk later found them in his Hotel room and ice melting in two glasses of gin and tonic. They sat opposite each other in arm chairs in the adequately sized sitting room of his suite, continuing the chat that harboured on nothing very much. “I have to tell you Frank, this isn’t something I have done before. I’m not in the habit of going with a relative stranger into their room and, to be perfectly honest, don’t know what happens next.” Jean thought that she should be uncomfortable, should be ready for flight from the predicament, but she didn’t, she was quite taken by the ease she felt, was happily drinking a g and t with this beautiful man in his room, was perfectly comfortable in the knowledge that she would fuck him in a while and all this was just a prelude. “Jean, if I thought for one second, that you were that type of woman, I can assure you, we would not be sitting here now.” His voice softened to a deep rumble, she liked it very much. Jean got up from her chair and looked at him. Her hands found buttons and one by one, from the neck down, she undid them, leaving her white blouse open, but still tucked into her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them to one side with her foot. She reached around her back to undo the clasp and zipper of her short skirt, once released, it fell to the floor around her feet; she pulled her blouse off, laid it on the arm of the chair and stood facing him in her bra and panties. She felt no embarrassment at her near nakedness, but rather, bravery she could only dimly remember from her adolescence. “Do I please you?” She asked coyly, hoping that he would say yes. Jean delighted in the sheer risk of what she was about, felt excitement at the prospect of fucking this stranger in his hotel room; she was experiencing something akin to euphoria at the lack of remorse and willingness to become almost sluttish for this one time. “Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a wonderful stance, a picture of womanhood. He felt fortunate, grateful even, that she had consented to this liaison; had become a willing partner. He was well aware that this was possibly a first for her, probably, she had never strayed from her safe marriage, very likely had harboured deep seated thoughts of just such an occasion. Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with a steady gaze, she reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then, with the same intense stare; she felt for and undid each in turn until they were all open. Her hands slipped under the loose flaps of cotton to run over his hairy chest, travelling outwards to brush over his nipples, then up to his shoulders to slip his shirt off. She had to undo the cufflinks so that it could be taken from him, this she did slowly, maintaining the eye contact all the while. When his shirt was draped over the arm of his chair, Jean again ran her hands over his chest, feeling and kneading, her fingers found his nipples and gently pinched them. It was an intense feeling and made him gasp softly. She found the buckle of his belt, still staring intently into his eyes; she deftly flipped the buckle apart, and then manoeuvred the waistband button undone. Her eyes did not waiver one iota while she slipped the tab of his zipper down. His trousers fell into a crumpled heap around his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked the discard aside. He stood, arms as she had arranged them, hanging loosely at his sides, in his boxers and socks. Jean’s knees folded slowly, all the while, she kept her gaze into his eyes, her hand found the opening of his boxers, found his cock sheathed inside and pulled it out. She had knelt sufficiently enough now, that her face was below his cock, but her stare still held him in thrall. Slowly, as if with infinite care, she opened her mouth and took his head between her lips. His semi-harness was no problem to her; she sucked his length to the back of her mouth, working her tongue on the nerve centre at the base of his head. He thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The working of her tongue behind his cock head was almost painful in the pleasure it gave him, but the way she had managed to do this without once averting her stare, was a wonderful sight. She withdrew him from the warmth of her mouth, licked around his head with the tip of her tongue and then slipped him back into her mouth to begin a rhythmic motion that took him slightly deeper with each bob of her mouth. She had almost all of him between her red lips; he could feel the back of her throat and tongue, working him deeper. The feeling it evoked in him was almost unbearable, but then she pulled him almost all the way out, then swiftly, sucked him back in until her lips met the base of his cock. He was deeper in her throat than he had ever been with any other woman and all the time, she had kept the eye contact, not even blinking, just a steady, determined examination of his face and the windows to his soul. She worked him in her throat, feeling the girth of his cock expand as blood flowed to the call of his nerve endings. His length was manageable she thought, Jean was intent on swallowing him all the way down, she took it slowly, at her own pace, until she had his pubic hair tickling her nose. His heat and the slight musky sweat smell of his pubis were like an aphrodisiac to her. She did what she had always wanted to; get a man in his entirety into her mouth. Bill always came too quickly for her to be able to do it with him in the time it needed to achieve her goal; this man had a far better self control it seemed. She studied his eyes, watching for any tell tale signs that he was about to come. A corner of her mind noted the pleasure lines around his eyes and delighted in his reactions as she fucked him into her throat. Because she had been able to take it at her own pace, the gag reflex had been overcome, he was now all the way down her throat, that knowledge gave her a thrill that travelled up from her genitals to the top of her head in a wave of delicious pleasure that made her cunt leak it’s lubricants. Frank took her face in one hand and pulled his cock from her mouth, the pleasure she was imparting would have him beyond the point of no return if he allowed her to continue. He cupped her chin as she kissed his head one more time, and lifted her up to a standing position. She continued to search his face with that steady gaze as he bent and lifted her into the crook of his arm. He carried her to the bed in the next room and gently laid her askance so that her feet hung over the side. It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be left on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could smell her aroma of lust, a heady concoction exuding from her organs, it served to heighten his need for her body. Frank knelt between her parted legs, supporting them behind the knees and descended towards his object of desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting immediately her readiness, brushing lightly against her hairy labia. She was intoxicating to him; he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her until he was spent, but he also wanted this experience to last for as long as he could, his self control took over. His tongue tip worked between her lips, adding his saliva to her natural essence, questing for and then finding her clit. Lightly, he teased her nub with just the very tip of his pointed tongue, feeling her shiver and gasp as he increased the pressure and tempo of his attentions. Judging the time to be right, Frank sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her hardness, her taste and the sudden screech that issued from her mouth that seemed to be remote from his vantage point. Her knees jerked up, altering his angle somewhat and needing an adjustment from him. Finding the right position, Frank once again sucked her into his mouth, between his teeth and began to flick his tongue tip over the sensitive nub. Jean gasped and shivered her breathing rapid and shallow between clenched teeth. Without thought, her legs opened wider, as far apart as possible to allow him full access. The pleasure his mouth was giving her was electric, all consuming, an endless high that had her panting and coming in wave over wave of delirious, nerve jangling euphoria. The she did something that she had never managed before, the pleasure was so intense, and she came, in a torrent of amber fluid, coating his face in her warm excretion. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to force him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees. Jean could hardly breathe, the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm, confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough to then bury his tongue into her wanting cunt. Slowly, he worked it building into a regular rhythm that allowed her to calm, before taking her to another, but different orgasm. The stimulation was quite different from that of her clit, but no less pleasurable. Fairly shortly, the pressure of another devastating climax built in her abdomen until it over spilled with a third flush of her come. She was in no condition to continue for the moment and needed to rest. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped a mouthful then licked her lips. He clambered back onto the bed as she reached across to put the glass on the side table. Her back was turned to him; he noticed the freckles across her shoulders, the muscles under her taught skin. He traced a finger over the humps of her backbone and watched the shiver it produced. He pushed her gently a little more so that she was lying completely on her side. He caressed her back, his hands travelling over her smooth, cool skin to her hips, then back to the nape of her neck. Unhurriedly, he shuffled across the bed so that his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks. His arm slipped under her neck while his other hand reached around and found her nipples. His hardness restored, Frank slipped his cock between her buttocks as she bent at the waist to fit against him in a foetal position. He eased her cheeks apart until his cock was positioned, then with a deliberately slow pelvic thrust; he pushed his cock head into her cunt and was rewarded with a wriggle of her hips to help him. Frank fucked her laying side wise slowly, while Jean pushed back on him, helping to make his thrusting reach deeper into her body. It was an easy rhythm, comfortable, something they could both keep up without it bringing them too close to orgasm. He stroked her hair, shoulders and back as his cock thrust into her, he marvelled at her beauty, at the smoothness of her flawless skin, at the litheness of her body. Easily, he flipped her over so that, they remained in coitus, she lay with her back on his chest, her legs parted to either side of his. It allowed Frank to explore her stomach, her breasts and then a finger against her clit. At this touch, the comfortable rhythm increased to a wild rut she approached a rapid climax. Frank reached around to find one of her hands. He grasped her left hand and guided it to her soaked sex. Dexterously, he manipulated one of her fingers out and positioned the pad of it on her clit. With little encouragement, Jean rubbed and pinched her self while he continued to tease her nipples and fuck her from behind. In a manner, Jean felt trapped, lying prostrate on top of him with her back on his chest, her legs, uselessly parted on either side of him; impaled on his thrusting cock. Her own fingers teasing her clit, the arm attached trapped by his arm as it encircled her. Her breasts at the mercy of his kneading hands and pinching fingers, her head resting against his cheek; the trapped feeling added to her enjoyment, she was aware of the now, familiar feeling of pressure of another devastating orgasm. She worked her clit harder, rubbing as hard and fast as she dared, all the time, feeling the onrush of her climax. It hit her suddenly, the sudden confounding of nerves, the rush from her body of her come, the inability to control her arms and legs as the totally encompassing feeling washed over her. Her knees drew up to her chest, forcing Frank from her body as a stream of golden come squirted from her body in a parabolic arc to splash on the floor. Jean settled in diminishing shudders while Frank stroked her shoulders. She wanted him to come, she wanted him to complete as she had so many times over the last few hours, and she determined that she would take him to completion in her mouth. Decision made and control of her limbs regained, Jean twisted around, kissed Frank on his lips then wriggled down the bed to engulf his wonderful cock. It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward. Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn’t realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or so, more than she had thought. Frank moaned; he was getting closer; his cock was rock hard in her hand. Judging the time to be right, Jean bent at the waist and licked the pre-come from his slit. It was slightly salty to taste. Then she parted her lips and sucked his head between her teeth while her hand continued to pump him. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then descended to allow more of him to enter her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper. Jean took a deep breath and with only a few more of these mouth fucks, she had him completely down her throat, pleased that she had taken the time to do it at her pace, his cock was twitching violently. Jean fucked him into her throat, his pubic hair rammed against her nose. With a few more bobs of her head, she felt his first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Now she thought, and buried him all the way into her. His seed spurted in long spasms as she kept him as deep as his length would allow; Frank yelled and screeched as his cock exploded it’s spend into Jean. They lay entwined and slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. Jean woke first, found the shower and cleaned herself of the stink of sex. She felt totally satisfied, felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, even pleased with her self. She dried and then dressed slowly, touching herself as she did so, relishing the delicious thrill of the memory of what she and Frank had done. Jean had never had such an all consuming climax before; having several in the same day was just fantastic, beyond belief. Frank woke as Jean emerged from the bathroom. “Thank you Jean; you are a remarkable woman; I can honestly say that was the best I have ever enjoyed.” The sincerity of his words was echoed in his eyes that took her in all over again. “No thank you Frank. I have never known sex could be like that, have never felt so switched on. It is me who should be thanking you.” She walked over to the bedside and kissed him goodbye. “Goodbye Frank. Thank you.” With that, she picked up her bag and slipped out of the hotel room to return to her life that was going to be very different now. She had a ticket in the windscreen of her car, but it didn’t matter, pretty soon, she would pay her own parking fines. Read Moresquo;re going to be late.” Jean shouted at the top of her voice over the edge of the banister. Jamie was a typical angst ridden teenage young man, lazy and disinclined to venture out of bed before the last minute, or he had been forgotten about.
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I was surprised when my phone signalled I had a message. Checking it I saw it was my wife,on a business trip to New York, saying her waiter had just asked if he could come up when he got off. What did I think? Well, I'll tell you , that was the farthest thing from mind. Iwas really surprised when I read it. Our marriage was strong, no fooling around, not even much more than looking. I assumed she was just lonely, wanting to talk or even have some phone sex, so i sent back..'sure, go ahead.'
'Really?'
'Sure, send me a picture, and no kissing.'
I thought that was the end of it, and went back to my work at th 'I took his phone number.' Ok, a fantasy email session then. 'And...' 'I called him. Be here at 12' 'Okay, but remember the 8" minimum rule' I sent, smiling.Anticipating tehfollowup messages I took my cock out and started stroking it to hardness.This wasn't the first time we had played this game. I left my email open and was composing my first few messages when, about ten minutes later, my phone chirped again. This time it was a picture message. My wife in a very low cut nighty, fingering her pussy. 'Nice' I sent on email. Then a few minutes later another picture message, this time of a young man, apparently at her door. I thought a minute and then sent..'?'. 'Him' Now I was really thinking hard. I wasn't expecting that.Tall, slender, dark complexion, maybe 25. 'Well hung looks like'. I read that slowly the reality dawning on me that she was going to fuck him, or at least make me think she was. 'Hmmm' 'Now is your chance.' Then..'?' I decided to call her bluff and sent 'go for it' There weren't any more messages for nearly 30 minutes, then another picture message, this time with no text, just a close-up of her pussy oozing cum. 'What? What?' Then 'What, really?' Then I put my thoughts aside. if i were there in similar circumstances i might have been tempted too with an equal temptation. he was young and apparently a stud. Were it me and a good looking young blonde had propostioned me, somebody say 25 or so, with big tits and an alluring smile, I would have thought about it too. especially since she had been gone for nearly amonth and had told me she was soooo horny. What if it was me? and she did let me know, and I had said sure... go ahead.I sent another message to her. 'Mmmm. Good?' 'very.' 'Gone?' 'Yes' I called immediately. I don't know if she thought I was going to get all emotional or what, but as soon as she answered, before she could say anything I asked only 2 things. 'No kissing? Meet the minmums?' 'None, babe, and yes, by at least 2 inches.' I asked what she felt like. Was she upset? Was she...what? 'Unsettled a bit, but, he asked if he could come back tomorrow. I told him yes, but only if you said he could.I asked if he would consider you being here with me.And he said absolutely. I told him you wouldn't do him and there was no way he'd ever kiss me.' I thought about it for a few minutes. 'Call him and tell him I already booked a flight.' I'm not sure how this will al play out, but it is my sincere belief i am about to experience something with my milf wife I have thought about, something she has told me she did before we met, Something I dreamed about when I was fantasizing. I was about to fuck her along with another man. She had told me about a time when she was younger one night while we were in bed fucking.A few months before we met eight years ago she had been a young, wild, knocout with a sexual appetite , free and clear of emotioinal hangups One weekend she had tken a trin trip to Denver. Whil on the train a guy sat nest to her and chatted her up for a hundred miles or so, then invited her to the back of the car, where they shared the lav compartment for a quickie, her sitting down at first to suck his cock, then standing and leaning over so he could fuck her.When they got off the train he was met by his roommate and his girlfriend. they took a ride back to their apartment where she smoked some pot, drank some wine, and then found herself getting felt up by teh woman that had met them. Not to seem rude 9so she says) she was returning the favor with great gusto when she felt a hand on her tit, the roomate's.She didn't find it a bad experience, and soon enough had his cock in her hand, when the guy from train started feeling her cunt with one hand and the other woman's tits with the other.. A few more tokes and they were all naked with the other woamn directing the action...lick her here, feel her tits, kiss her, feel my tits. The she told my wife-to -be to get on her hands and knees with her legs spread apart, The roommate slid under her , his cock sticking straight up She lowered herself onto his cock and as it was sliding into her cunt the other guy placed his cock at her ass. She needed no more necouragement, but the woamn kept saying fuck her, hard, harder.... nad then my wife couldn't talk because she had the woman's mouth on hers, their tongues playing with each other, two huge cocks pounding into her, and pot and wine in her head. In the morning , full of cum and loving every drop of it, she went her way. Now I was about to share this , years after the fact. 'Remember your story about the train?' 'Oh, yes. But that was no story.' 'Tomorrow night' 'I can't wait. I've wanted to do that agin with you since I met you but couldn't quite bring myself to suggest it. I loved the feel of two big cocks in me, and now tomorrow...' 'See you then. Red lipstick (my favorite), eye shadow, something sexy on...' I will,' She said. 'Bright red, dark shadow, sexy as hell, slutty all the way. And slutty all night long.' I can't wait. let me know what you think. I'll let you know how it turns out , if you ask. gokothegiant@yahoo.com Read Moree computer when my email dinged.
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My Life With Paul Part 1.
Everything seemed perfect for me. I was eighteen a virgin and engaged to a great guy in his early twenties. He had a good career thanks to his dad plus he was very good looking. He was five eight, 155 pounds of muscle. On his spare time he worked out
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Ever since I met Leticia, she had kicked around the idea of getting breast implants, much to the dismay of her husband. Of course, he hated the idea because he was one of those insecure idiots who thought she wanted to get them just to attract the attention of men.
Knowing Leticia as I did though, I knew, and of course she told me that she had always wanted just a little more size up there. Not to mention she knew the implants would add more firmness and lift to her breasts. Now Leticia wasn't exactly flat-chested. She was already a small C-cup but wanted to be at least a full C. She felt that approaching her 34th birthday and having had a daughter several years before, her breasts weren't what they used to be. Of course, having seen her bare breasts a few
Knowing what a selfless person Leticia is and how she always put other people's needs before her own rarely doing anything for herself, I convinced her over time that she should do something really wild and crazy, as I saw it, for herself. In fact, she already had the money saved but was debating as to how to use it. I told her that I knew if she didn't do this procedure, she would end up using it for other people, especially her selfish jackass husband who was always asking her for money.
Finally, she asked me to do the research as to what the exact cost was and to find a good plastic surgeon. I gladly accepted the request!  Once I gave her the information, she made an appointment with the doctor I found for her.  Leticia at last decided to go ahead with the operation once the doctor explained what it would do for her figure. Of course, I had already been telling her how beautiful and sexy she would be with her new look!ÂÂ
Needless to say, her husband hit the roof! He reluctantly agreed to drive her to the hospital a few weeks later on the day of the operation saying he couldn't stop her from doing what she was gonna do anyway.
The morning after the operation, I got a call from Leticia who was practically in tears. Although the doctor said the procedure went well, she was experiencing severe soreness and swelling. She went on to tell me how she wished I could be there to take care of her because her bastard husband was being so insensitive telling her she shouldn't have had her breasts done and not really doing anything to comfort her. In fact, it was like that for close to a week.
Finally, I was able to meet up with Leticia and her daughter for an early dinner three days before her birthday and exactly one week after the operation. When I first laid eyes on Leticia outside the restaurant, they practically popped out of my head! The difference was obvious!  Of course, there was still some swelling but she told me that she was now a D-cup! Wow! Talk about instant hard-on!
The three of us had a great time at dinner and I asked her daughter what was planned for her birthday. "Nothing." she said. Her jackass stepfather, Leticia's husband, was too damn cheap to do anything for her. Anytime he had two nickels, he usually bought beer for himself. It was at that time I suggested to Leticia that she let me throw a party for her daughter. I could rent a nice motel room with a swimming pool where she could invite a few friends from school and have pizza delivered as well as cake and ice cream and, of course, birthday presents.  They both loved the idea and agreed to let me make all the arrangements.
The afternoon before the party, I met Leticia at the motel where we checked in so we could decorate the room. The whole time we we were hanging up streamers and balloons, I could hardly take my eyes off of Leticia's new breasts which were covered by a top that really clung to them. She would catch me staring and acting annoyed would say, "Stop looking at me! You're making me nervous!" I would just laugh a little and say "I'm sorry! I can't help it! But you look really good!"  That made her blush a little.
After we finished decorating, we sat on the king-sized bed and looked around the room admiring the job we did.  I checked my watch and realized we both had a lot of time before we would be expected at home by our spouses.  Sheepishly, I said to Leticia, "Well, we've still got some time.  Enough so I can take a peek at those" referring to her breasts "and enough to go pick up a bite to eat!" Surprised, she said "A peek? You want a peek?"
"Well yeah.." I said.  "You did promise to give me a peek at those once you had them done!"
Hesistantly she said "I don't know. They're still swollen and you might freak."
"No I wouldn't!" I assured her. "It'll be alright."
Without a word she quickly lifted and lowered her shirt.  All I caught was a glimpse of the sports bra she was required to wear while she was healing but I could see how big she was.
So I reached over and patted her hand. "Come on now. Let me see them."
Finally, she took her time lifting her shirt and this time unzipped the sports bra so I could see her breasts.  Again, my eyes damn near popped out of my head and I had an instant hard-on. I tried not to make it so obvious though as I knew she was pretty self-conscious about the size because of the swelling. But I didn't care! Those were the sexiest breasts I had ever seen even if they were still swollen and had stitches! Slowly, I reached over and very lightly touched and pressed one of her breasts. I just had to know how they felt! They were the firmest babies I had ever known!
The whole peek lasted about 15 seconds but at least I got it! As she zipped her bra back up and lowered her shirt she teasingly said "Hey, all I said was that you could peek! I never said you could touch!" I laughed and said "Now how can I look and not touch? I just had to!"ÂÂ
"You pervert!" she said.
With that, we went to a nearby restaurant to pick up something to eat and brought it back to the motel room. After we finished, we laid side-by-side on the bed and talked about the party the next day. As we talked, I slowly turned to my side and gradually draped my arm across her stomach while she laid on her back. Then I began to caress the side of her body being careful not to touch her tender breasts. She moaned lightly and I could feel that she was starting to relax. She then turned and looked into my eyes for a few moments giving me a long and loving gaze. After a couple of minutes, she turned to look at her breasts and with both hands lifted up her shirt and unzipped her bra. She then began to tell me how she was experiencing tenderness in some spots yet numbness in others. I then began to carefully caress and massage her breasts making it a point to stop on certain spots and ask if she had any feeling there. I loved it! It was heaven touching those huge sexy breasts and drinking it all in with my eyes! We did that for several minutes but I had hoped that would last for an eternity.ÂÂ
Although I felt like we both wanted to make love at that moment, we both realized that it was getting late and our spouses would be calling soon because we weren't home yet. I didn't worry too much about losing an opportunity because I felt maybe another would arise the next day. So we got up and walked out to our vehicles together and agreed to meet at 11 a.m. the next morning.
That whole night, I could hardly stop thinking about my sweet Leticia and the vision of the those sexy new breasts! I'm sure my wife could see how distracted I was! It was hard to sleep that night because there was so much anticipation about the next day.  At last, the morning came and I sprang out of bed to pick up a few more items we needed for the party before going to the motel room.
I got to the room a little before 10 a.m. and waited anxiously for nearly an hour before finally getting a call on my cell phone from Leticia telling me that she and her daughter were picking up one more of her friends and then they would be headed to the motel.
As Leticia, her daughter, and her daughter's two friends arrived at the door of the room, I took a look at what she was wearing. She had on a long beige skirt that I bought her, sandals, and a top that clung to her a little but wasn't especially sexy. That would change soon enough though!
Not long after Leticia and the girls got there, the pizza arrived and we all ate, laughed and sang "Happy Birthday" to her daughter. After that, she opened the gifts I bought her. The girls were pretty anxious to get in the pool so everything went pretty quickly. In fact, they changed into their swimsuits as soon as they got to the room.
Once the girls departed for the pool and I peeked out the window of the room from the second floor to see if they were safe, I pulled out a little gift for Leticia. Surprised, she asked me what they were. "Only one way to find out!" I answered. She opened the gift bag and pulled out several sexy tank tops that would flatter her new figure. She loved them and gave me a sweet little kiss on the lips and thanked me for them.ÂÂ
"Try one on!" I said, handing her the red one that was my favorite.
"Okay" she said grabbing it from my hand and heading towards the bathroom.
I was a little irritated that she didn't change in front of me but that irritation soon turned to utter lust as she emerged from the bathroom wearing that red tank top! She looked so good in red and the material clung to her breasts like a second skin! As she looked at herself in the wall mirror, I got a look at her profile for the first time. Oh how sexy she looked from that angle! Those big firm breasts attached to that long lean body! My God, she was beautiful! And I kept telling her so. She finally had to tell me to stop because I was embarassing her.
As the day wore on, Leticia and I stayed cooped up in that cozy little room talking and drinking wine while the girls spent hour after hour frolicking in the pool. I did manage to get a few more little peeks at those breasts!
Finally, the girls tired and came back up to the room to rest. By now, the wine really started to take effect on us. As the girls laid on the bed watching TV and talking, Leticia sat on the bed with one leg up on it and one leg hanging off the side. I sat in a chair right next to her. I started to run my hand up and down her ankle and her knee out of sight of the girls. Leticia let out soft moans which told me she was enjoying it.ÂÂ
After a while, Leticia suggested to her daughter and her friends that they take some of the helium balloons that were in the room outside to release them as a "birthday tradition". She also suggested to them that they take one last swim as the afternoon was almost over and it would be time to leave soon. With that, the girls headed out to do so. As they ran outside, Leticia and I waited by the window and watched for them to emerge in the parking lot to release the balloons. We laughed as the girls let go and watched the balloons float over the highway.ÂÂ
As Leticia stood in front of me at the window with her back to me she said "Thank you for today. You made my daughter very happy."ÂÂ
"Well you only turn 13 once" I responded. "I was glad to do it."
As I said that, Leticia inched her way back toward me as a way of hinting for me to put my arms around her. I hugged her from behind placing my hands on her stomach and caressing her as we stood in the window. She leaned her head back and rested it on my upper chest. The scent of her hair was heavenly and I loved holding her like that while she stroked my arms. After a couple of minutes, she turned around and asked me what time it was.
"It's 6:30" I said softly.
"You have 30 minutes then", she said knowing I had told my wife I would be home soon after 7:00.
With that, I took her by the hand back over to the bed and stood her in front of me while I sat on the edge. I hugged her at the waist while gently placing my face between her breasts while she stroked my head. We both moaned as we caressed each other gently and lovingly.
Knowing we didn't have much time and that the girls might come running back up to the room any minute, I pulled Leticia down on the bed next to me so I could make my move. We began kissing each other deeply and passionately. "You better check if the girls are in the pool" she said.
"Okay" I said hurriedly getting up and running over to the window. Much to my delight, the girls had indeed gotten back in the pool and were busy talking amongst themselves. Back I went to the bed next to Leticia and picked up where we left off. As we continued kissing, I took off my socks and shoes. Slowly, I began to work on removing Leticia's clothes. The first thing I removed was that sexy tank top. Then I unzipped her skirt. Next, was her bra. At this point, I worked on her breasts kneading them gently and kissing them. I lightly sucked those delicious hard nipples all the while trying to keep in mind that this probably hurt her a little because of the soreness from the operation she had only 10 days before.
Still, she loved this and her moans of pleasure told me so. Eventually, I kissed my way down her body until I reached the top of the white lacy panties she was wearing. I pulled at the waistband while kissing her hips which drove her crazy. Finally, I slipped her panties all the way off revealing her trim little pussy. I spread her legs and lowered my face between and kissed the insides of her thighs. I started eating that sweet little pussy while her trim pussy hairs bristled my nose. She bucked her hips up gently as I licked her into ecstacy.
At last I removed the rest of my clothes and as I removed my underwear, out popped my rock-hard cock. I pulled myself up to position myself between those long slender legs and touched the head of my cock against her wet pussy. She then reached down and took hold of my dick and guided it into her as I pushed gently. As she let go, I pushed in quickly and so easily!  As I fucked that tight little pussy I watched as her big breasts jiggled like crazy. The sight of that made me even harder! Again, I nuzzled those melons and squeezed and sucked on them but probably just a little harder than I should have.ÂÂ
Eventually, I could feel myself getting ready to erupt like a volcano.  As I got closer, I could feel Leticia's breathing getting faster and she started to moan more intensely. She was also getting close to orgasm. Within a few seconds, we both exploded wildly until we both almost lost consciousness.ÂÂ
As we were both coming down, a thought crossed my mind. "What an asshole her husband is!" I was certain she had not been with him sexually since having the augmentation done because of his insensitivity while she was recovering. I was the one who had those big fake breasts first! Me! And no one could ever take that away from me!
Moral of the story: A little sensitivity goes a long way!  ÂÂ
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A Boss's Night Out--Call him lucky!
by Rodger theDodger
A boss insinuates himself into the two lovers' scheduled romantic night...[FMM, Cuckold.].
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My lover and I have a lot of fun doing various things: dining, travel, shopping. But, it is our special Friday night visits that are, well, the icing on the cake. He and I are both married but to others and our married lives are boring with only the occasional "mandatory" sexual interludes. Jerry and I get together on some Fridays, when he is "away on business" from his mate and my mate is overseas. Jerry and I look forward to a little dinner, wine, fantasy, s Jerry had to talk me into our affair and it him took more than a year. I would get flowers at work only to tell him not to send them. Romantic cards would arrive which were, again, rejected. But he persisted and my will power weakened to the point I finally agreed to see him. My plan was to convince him to leave me alone. I was flattered by his attention but I was married. He finally confessed that he was, too. He was attracted to me, he said; to my personality, my body and ample breasts, girlish figure, my laugh. We met after work at a pub in the country...a good distance from where our own neighborhood. Discreet was the thing, you see. With drinks, softening me...dinner filling me...laughing together. He enticed me to the point I wanted just one taste...just once and we could go our separate ways. He drove me a short distance and parked. Holding me, kissing me, tasting me, his hands going where they wanted...stroking and penetrating. I was warm all over before he made his final move. By then my body surrendered all resistance as bodies do. I was so hot to his touches, straddling his lap, fumbling to open his pants to see what he had. Then I was what he had. The car windows fogged. We were breathing hard as he thrust into me. I knew I was being a dirty girl...a very excited dirty girl. "I've got a surprise, honey," he whispered in my ear as I was holding and fucking him. He pushed me to the side...one knee on seat and my other leg near his. He pushed me down at the waist. I didn't understand. "Squat down, honey," he whispered. He loved whispering in my ear. I sqautted down to where my cunt was against the gear shift knob. "More," he demanded and I let the knob go inside. I was spread wide and wet and forced it, spreading me more. He moved me around on it. "Wait!" he said. I stopped, the knob still inside. He turned the ignition. Now I was impaled on this vibrating thing. His surprise...and mine! He was laughing now. I was instantly coming, riding it hard and deep. I held on tight and was dizzy, grabbing him to me as he pet my thighs and felt where the knob was in me. "I can feel it inside you," he said. "Me...me...tooooo," I purred. "We've got to go now." I'm late to get home. That was our first time but hardly the last. I still got flowers and notes but now we arranged our trysts, often at my home when hubby was out of town. More games and fantasies. Usually, I would wear things Jerry got me for these special evenings. I thought about our "nights" all week long and by the time evening arrived, well, what can I say, I was really horny and ready. After all, Jerry had been fucking me in my mind from Monday to Friday, the anticipation growing each day. This particular Friday night, I dressed in my French Maid outfit: a short skirt, small apron, hair in a pony tail, low cut blouse. That was it...no stockings or knickers to get in the way. Bare legs, bare bottom, no frills. I could feel the coolness from my wetting pussy and popped the cork on the wine he had sent...waiting for the door bell to ring...taking a sip or two of the wine to get a head start and I was completely ready for our evening of lovemaking. The bell rang but when I opened the door, there was not only Jerry but someone else. "This is my boss," Jerry said. I was both devastated and disgusted. "But I only have enough dinner for two!" I protested, looking daggers at Jerry. "We'll share the food and I even brought another bottle of wine," he said, "It'll be fine," as he and his boss, Mark, walked in. I decided to make the best of it, even in my agitated state. I'd settle with Jerry later...you bet I would. I did the best I could to cool down from the shock and cool my body down, too. I would wait 'til later. We sat around our small dinner table, Jerry on one side of me and Mark on the other. He turned out to be nice and we all laughed at his unexpected visit with us. We talked and drank and nibbled at the hors d'oeuvres I had fixed. There was something strange about Jerry, though. He seemed off his usual mood and subdued. Mark took the lead in the conversation and so we finished off the first bottle of wine. All three of us were relaxed. "Tell you what, honey," Jerry said. "I'll fix dinner tonight and you and Mark can just talk. I'll open the other bottle." Jerry was soon back to fill our glasses. Mark and I talked while Jerry returned to the kitchen. The next things I knew, Mark's knee bumped against mine. I looked at him smiling at me. This was nervous time. I had been so hot all week and had dressed for sex, as I'm sure Mark could see...but it wasn't Jerry touching my knee. It was his boss. My knee was ready for touching, just not by Mark. We sat drinking our wine and I felt the warmth of his leg...under the table he put his hand on my bare leg...I looked at him now...scared and questioning...my eyes were saying: "Jerry's in the kitchen and could come in at any moment...without warning...?" He squeezed my thigh and whispered--Whispering again!--"It's okay, he knows!" A shock went through me. Was this another gear shift knob surprise? Jerry, the Rat, with another surprise for his lover...so he wanted to share me...without telling me? I was so hot and wet and wine warm that I guess I was easy. Now Mark was moving his hand to my cunt. His hand hesitated, hoping that this was to be a special evening, waiting for my response. I parted my legs and moved down a little...one ear on the kitchen in case Mark was lying to me but my eyes closing and enjoying the feelings this stranger's fingers sent through me. I could feel my nipples harden, his fingers working on me. I began to shake and fought to stifle my responses. I sat upright and disengaged. Mark looked at me, my face flushed. Jerry came into the room with dinner, smiling at both of us. My cunt was aching and I pretended to be hungry for food as we ate and finished off the second bottle of wine. It was a hard act. I wanted something hard but would have to wait. I wondered what would be the next surprise in our evening. What had Jerry planned? A little feel by boss Mark...or...something else? It wasn't long until I got a clue because Jerry announced, "I'm going out for more wine...I'll be right back." Just as simple as that and was up and out. Now I was alone with Boss Mark...the handsome and very forward man. I had wetted his hand with my passion only minutes before. I had teased the beast, as it were, maybe he wanted more. "Let's go sit on the couch," taking my hand as we walked into the living room, "Jerry talks about you all the time and the fun you have. I asked to meet you...more than meet you. He said okay...we'll give it a try and see how you two hit it off." I smiled at him, crossed my legs and sipped the remaining wine in my glass. "So, how are we hitting it off?" he asked. I didn't really answer but uncrossed my legs. in reply. "He won't have to worry about job security. I can tell you that." I was always interested in job security, which translated to more of our outings, vacations, dinners, shopping trips. I was being pressured, very politely of course, and wondered if this really was what Jerry wanted. It was his surprise so he must have wanted it to turn out okay. I walked to the bathroom...thinking it all over. Was it only job security that Jerry had in mind or a new sexual thrill as well? When I returned, Mark took my hand. I was standing over him. "Jerry will be back soon," he said as he reached under my tiny French Maid skirt...right to my spot. Smiling, he pulled me closer, kissing and feeling me as he pulled me onto his lap...straddling his legs...opening me wide to his urgent feeling. I was so hot. I was boiling over and my body was giving in even if I still had reservations about all this surprise evening. He was at my mouth and his fingers on my other lips feeling and probing as I shivered and shook. I broke away, finished my wine, looked Mark in the eyes as he took my hand again. "Unzip me," he said. I hesitated and he unzipped himself. "We don't have much time!" he said. Out came his full-standing large cock. The head was wet, his cock throbbing and he pulled me over him. Both his arms around my waist now and pulling me down. I felt his large cock against me, fumbling for an opening. I was thinking of a vibrating knob...letting his cock find me. I wasn't going to help him...playing a little hard to get. Teasing this wonderful beast I'd only just met. What would he think of me? What did I care? "I've dreamed of this all week," he said, more fumbling. I lifted up, helping him. He was hard and straight. It wouldn't take us long. Then the door opened and in came Jerry with his wine! We froze. Jerry looked over at us...me straddling Mark, my face flushed. For a moment we were a frozen image of lust. Faces flush, bodies hot. Jerry just laughed..."I guess you two are getting along okay from the looks of it," he said, "I'll open the wine for us." I was shocked still...Mark's cock at my cunt...Jerry popping a cork...and just then Mark pulled me down. I was impaled on his cock and Jerry came with the wine and acting as though nothing unusual was happening. I was feeling the throb of Mark's cock deep inside as it flexed and teased me. Jerry sat down and took my hand: "Some surprise, right, honey?" he said. I knodded my head and Mark's cock flexed again. "Well are you two just going to sit there? Or are you going to do something?" he said, smiling. "You bastard," I breathed at him. "You bastard." I laid my head on Mark's shoulder, starring at Jerry...smiling, nodding, squeezing on this stranger deep inside me. The ice was broken! The prick had pricked my wet cunt..I was impaled, hot and wet. What's a girl to do? I squeezed Mark's cock and hugged him all the time looking at Jerry...who sipped his wine and smiled. Now I was going to teach the bastard a lesson...or so I justified all of this to myself and squeezed on Mark again. "Are you just going to sit there with your cock in me?" I said looking Mark in the eyes and he lifted my thighs up and then back on to him. It felt like I was lifting off a pole and I tried to sit on it but Mark was teasing me now. It's strange but Jerry wasn't there any more in my mind...there was a man, a man's hot cock, and my hot, thirsty pussy...and forced down on this cock. I didn't need teasing, I needed fucking. I lifted off his cock until the tip was at my cunt lips and sat down on him again, building a rhythm, hugging his cheek. Jerry leaned over and gave me a wine kiss, putting a little wine in my mouth, feeling my back. He lifted my little maid's skirt exposing my bottom. "Everything fits!" he said. "You're a bastard," I whispered to him as my rhythm quickened. "Kiss me again. Uh! Uh!" I grunted and breathed into his mouth." Jerry was rubbing me. Mark was being a beast. Now I was kissing my boyfirend and fucking his boss as he was wetting my mouth with wine...I was wetting his boss all over his cock...Oh! I wanted this thing deep in me and could feel Mark thrusting hard now. I bit his ear and whispered my breath on him and shook and came and screamed like I did when Jerry made me come. "Mark's so big!" I said. "Only the best for you, honey," Jerry said. I was sweating and hot and dizzy and resting on this big cock as it relaxed and softened. "It's my turn," Jerry said. "I know you. You dirty girl. You're not finished. I know you too well. You got a taste and want another taste." I slipped from Mark's lap in a kind of daze as Jerry moved over me with his cock out now. Mark stood to one side and held my legs up exposing all of me to both of them. "You're pretty..and especially pretty right now." My little maid's skirt mess, my blouse open, my cunt open to these two horny men. I'll bet I was pretty. Pretty and still wanting more. Jerry did know me well...and often. I was too weak to reply and then Jerry was at me...his cock ready for its own taste. Mark was holding my legs apart, standing over my face opening me for Jerry. My lips must have been red. I knew they were ready. Holding me like that, my cunt was cool in the air. Jerry smiled and kissed me and I felt his cock searching, finding, slipping easily into me. I didn't know if I could come again but the whole excitingme. I was looking up at Mark, standing over me, smiling and bending down to kiss me, and Jerry began to work on me. Smiling, whispering: "I love you, honey." I was starting to build again. The scene, the surprise, the two good-looking men, enjoying me and I was enjoying myself. All my resistance was gone and I was fucking again...this time Jerry with his boss watching...I began to feel it again and my hips flexed. I tossed my head from side to side, letting out little grunts and sighs, exploring a second coming, exploding at my waist, this time on Jerry's cock as it stroked me. Jerry leaned and kissed me: But I told him: "He's better than you, you bastard. Now see what you've done?" Just whispers in his ear and I was thinking about that long ago night of dinner, drinks and, especially, a vibrating gear shift knob. This special Friday dinner was a very memorable one. I was certain Jerry had the job security we both wanted. I was hot just thinking about it as I got ready for work on Monday morning wondering about our next rendevous. The door bell rang. It was Mark! I was literally dumbstruck. He came in and put his arms around me. "Don't kiss me, Mark. I'm just leaving for work! You'll mess my makeup." "Let's not kiss, then," he said. But he kept hugging me. "You're really something. I couldn't get my mind off you. Sit on the table." He walked me backward, lifting me on the kitchen table...my waist level with his. He unzipped and pulled out his beautiful cock. "I won't tell him," he said. "He'll never know about it." he said as he spread my legs. I admit, I was still hot from the thoughts of the weekend. He pulled my knickers to the side and hugged me. I was instantly wet. "I won't tell him. I promise" he whispered to me. It was my chance to get even with the bastard. If I didn't fuck him now I would be late to work...no time for preliminaries and certainly no messy kisses. I took hold of Mark's cock, putting it on my cunt, rubbing it and pulling him into me to begin a delicious morning screw. It was our secret. Mark's vibrating knob and me, impaled, flexing, coming, coming as Mark started his engine. What a way to start the week! Read Moreurprises--as you will see--and the rest of the evening takes care of itself: sex in its many varieties and joys. Some say coming is good for you and we were good for each other.
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As I stood in the kitchen watching her go upstairs for the shower she desperately needed, so many feelings struck me at that moment, selfishness, greed, betrayal, I had so many things going on in my mind that I could not even think straight.
I had just had sex with my own sister in law that I dreamed of and wanted for the past 20 years, should I just pack up and go home and pretend this never happened? How could we ever be at a family function and not feel guilty? Was this just lust, or was I falling in love with a married woman? I must of stood there for an hour trying to parse through what I should do, then it hit me, I was NOT the only one who wanted this to happen, it was evident over the years and especially Just as I thought of this, I heard the front door open as he came home, I had to catch my thoughts and hold a straight face. He came in and we had a beer as we spoke about his work and the family and such. He heard the shower going upstairs and said "she usually takes one in the morning", I did not even show any interest as I quickly drank my beer and kept my thoughts to myself. We watched a little TV as he spoke about leaving tomorrow (Friday) after work to go to a golf outing in another state with coworkers, and said he would be back sometime Sunday afternoon. Needless to say my mind was running thru ALL of the possibilities with what could happen with her being left alone with me. He headed to bed as I stayed up and watched TV, my cock was throbbing with the thoughts of us being alone all day, let alone all weekend. Sitting on the same couch I was on but a few hours ago with her sucking my cock and letting me cum all over her, I knew I could NOT wait until morning! I did not sleep at all that night, tossing and turning, dreaming and fantasizing about my cock being buried in her and hearing her moaning as she explodes on me, it was a very rough night, to say the least! I was up by 6am and could not lay there anymore, I headed down stairs to make the coffee and wait for him to leave. My cock was hard with thoughts and would not go down, luckily I was wearing loose fitting shorts. He made his way down and had coffee, and hell, I even carried his bags out to the car as he got his clubs out. My mind was in another place the whole time as I watched him drive away. I entered the house and locked the door behind me and headed to my dream come true. I was going to wait a half hour or so to make sure he did not double back home for something he had forgotten. I laid on the couch imagining her riding me hard as I suck her beautiful 38D's. I started lightly stroking my cock as I opened my shorts to release it. I had no fears at this point, if she caught me, I would have her join in. I worked up a good rhythm as I let myself go and came in my hand as not to be messy, and also to be able to last longer when I wake her. I got cleaned up and laid back down as I recovered. I must of dozed off for when I woke it was already 10:30am. I did not hear any noise in the house so I assumed she was still sleeping. I quietly made my way to their bedroom, she was fast asleep in bed laying on her side, covers up to her neck, I wanted so badly to strip and get in bed and fuck her, but I thought to take a more subtle approach. I went down and made a fresh pot of coffee, and brought up a cup for her. I sat on the side of the bed as I gently ran my hand on her face and neck, my cock jerked as it hardened and began to throb. After about a minute or so, she slowly came to life, she noticed it was me and asked what time it was, i told her it was nearly 11 and he had left with his bags for the weekend golf outing, she looked stunned as she must have forgotten about it (i am starting to notice they may not be as close as everyone would think). She sat up as I handed her the coffee, she had a smile seeing I made it for her, I knew she loved thoughtfulness and I was here to make her happy. When she sat up, she had on a spaghetti strap tank top that molded around her large melons, nipples firm as could be. We talked for a few minutes, I think more to see if either her or me would show some sign of remorse, well it did not happen. She put her cup down and got her cell and called her hubby at work, she checked to see if he was set for his trip and asked that she call him from the hotel when he gets there, I knew at this point the inevitable was to happen. She threw the phone down and we hugged and started to kiss passionately, there was a thought to fuck her right there, but I had some reservations nailing her in her own bed, I do have some principles. We slowly let off and headed downstairs, she had on a pair of night shorts and that tank top, I was so turned on already, I needed to have her as soon as I could. We got to the couch and sat down, I quickly started kissing her legs and she let out a sigh, i slowly worked my way up to her pussy as I gently removed the shorts, her rough red bush was now cleanly Shavian as I slowly entered it with my tongue. I was deep inside her as I felt some movement up top, I looked up to see her topless now and see those dark pink nipples coming to life as they had last night. I sucked her womb and clit for all I was worth. She came hard a few times as I tasted her juices on and in my mouth., as my hands gently rubbed her swollen nipples. I knew I was about to get what I had wanted for 20 years as I slowly stood and removed my shorts and shirt, as my shorts dropped my cock stood straight out, the shaft was already a light shade of red and it was fully ready to have it's fill inside of her. She reached for my cock as she leaned forward but i removed her hand as it was her wet pussy I wanted and not her mouth. She inched up to the edge of the couch as I knelled in front of her, my cock was now only inches away from it's dream. I held my cock and slowly ran the head along her swollen clit as she moaned and groaned, it took only about a minute or so and her head tilted back and I could see her body tingle, she had just cum again by me teasing her clit, my cock was now throbbing in pain, I held her legs to my sides as I slowly and gently slid my cock into her awaiting pussy, as inch by inch entered her womb she suddenly gasped for air and started twitching again, I could not believe it, she was cumming again on the head of my cock. After she subsided, I slowly went deep into her womb with my swollen 7" cock, she was moaning and groaning as my fingers massaged her clit and my shaft slid in and out without any effort. We did this for a few minutes as she came hard on my cock, I could feel the warmness surround my shaft as she screamed in relief. She pushed me out of her and got up from the couch, she motioned for me to sit down, as I did she climbed on me as I knew she wanted to ride my hard cock. I was all too happy to accommodate this as I inched forward on the couch so she could kneel around my hips. I slid my cock inside of her as she quickly went to work pumping me hard with her soaking wet pussy all the while her huge tits rubbed and brushed against me. She would slow down for a minute or so as we kissed and I sucked her nipples. I reached down and started massaging her clit again as I could see she was very close to a HUGE orgasm. Her head tilted back and she rode me as fast as she could, she was moaning very loudly now and it only turned me on even more so. I started begging her to fuck me harder and this pushed her over the edge, she started screaming LOUDLY as she slowed her pace down, she dug her nails into me as she was screaming " I'M FUCKING CUMMING HARD, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING HARD"...her faced turned redder as I knew she was holding it back, I begged her to cum hard on my cock and that was it, she let go of a monumental orgasm I have never felt before in my life. I felt an absolute flood of warmth on my cock then my lower chest and could feel it run down my hips, I had NO idea what had just happened here, I have never in my life felt so much juice come from a woman, she collapsed forward onto me as she tried to recover. I quickly took advantage of this and pulled her off me and laid her on the floor, she was completely spent to the point of having no strength, her thighs were soaked with her own juices and now I knew it was my turn to cum hard, I spread her limp legs as I knelt down and entered her womb with my swollen cock, she could only moan at this point as she tried to say something. I did not even listen as I felt my stomach tighten and could feel my balls filling up with my own fluid. She dug her nails into me as I started loudly saying I was about to cum, she tried to say something but it was too late, I felt my cock start to throb as I sped up my pace, I was deep inside of her as the first jet entered her burning womb, she cried in pleasure as my cock continued to pump her pussy full of cum. Shot after shot, I didn't think I would ever stop cumming inside of her, my dream was now so real it only kept me going even more. As I finished filling her womb with my seed I pulled out to see her lifeless body laying there, my cock was still hard and I figured I would take all I could right now while the chance was mine. It took a minute or so for me to position her so she was leaning on the couch as I knelt behind her, she was breathing very hard trying to recover as I slid my cock back into her. After getting situated for more leverage my cock was still hard at work inside her womb, I could feel my cum leaking out now and I did not care. As I was fucking that pussy I had always dreamed of trying anal but never would be given a chance by my wife, well, I knew the chance was now. I pulled out of her and positioned my cock near her ass, she started twitching and moving around as she knew what was about to happen to her. I held my cock in hand as my other hand spread her ass cheeks apart, she was now begging me to stop but I could not listen, I slowly pressed the head against her ass and slowly worked it in after a good 30 seconds, she was still begging me to stop as she lightly screamed. I had the head of my cock inside her ass, this was going to happen and be our first time experiencing it together. I slowly worked about 4 inches of my cock into her as she moaned in pleasure. I could not go any deeper, but this was fine for me, I pumped that ass for a few solid minutes as she moaned like crazy. After this I slowly felt myself go limp, I was spent more then I had ever felt, I fell to the floor as we both rested to recover. After about 10 minutes we both recovered and got up and kissed as I asked her what she was trying to tell me when we were on the floor. She hesitated for about 30 seconds as she got up the courage to say that she was not fixed or on the pill, the breath left my body as I could only think of the consequences of this. She finished by saying"BUT, I just finished my period a few days ago and we should be OK and that she was in her 40"s and much less fertile now". I can not tell you what went thru my mind in terms of relief to hear this. We got dressed and I asked her if she wanted to go out for lunch, she said yes and with that we headed to get cleaned and dressed to go out. We were now walking around naked as if we were the married couple. When we went to lunch, we held hands in the car and even kissed when stopped at lights. We kissed freely while waiting for a table and it was the MOST incredible feeling ever!!!! It was like I had two wives now and she knew I was already married, I was living a dream her I never knew I could have. We went out shopping at the mall all the while holding hands and kissing and teasing, my cock was hard the whole time thinking of having that pussy and now even that virgin ass again. I felt like I owned the world that afternoon. It was like knowing a woman for 20 years and then one day being married to her, this was incredible to me. We got back to the house and we did not even make it up stairs before we started fucking on the steps as she laid on her back and I pumped that pussy to a hard cum. She told me I could cum inside her, and I was more then willing to take the chance, trust me here when I say this. But, she was in the perfect position for me to give her a facial. As I started to cum, I pulled out and jerked off on her tits and face as she moaned in pleasure. I knew that she was all mine now, YES she was married and I was married, BUT I knew we had something that unknowingly was built over the past 20 years and I could feel it was VERY strong and could not or would not be broken. She cleaned up in the shower as I relaxed with a cold beer on the couch. She came down with just a towel wrapped around her and asked if I were interested in going out for dinner? In a split second I could only imagine her dressed up again and having her, so I said "yes, but how about we go out for a nice dressed up dinner and take our time?" I could see her smile as she said YES, GOD YES! She kissed me as I teased her clit for a minute, and she left to go back upstairs, I waited about 10 minutes or so to go up and take a shower, as I stopped by her room, I could see a black lace bra and panties on the bed along with a pair of what looked to be very very light black thigh highs. My cock throbbed in pleasure as I imagined the fuck she would get when we got home. I left for the guest bathroom and showered and dressed. As I finished her light was off and I heard her downstairs, I walked downstairs and nearly fell down as I saw her dressed standing there! I caught my breath and said "you look absolutely incredible!" She had on a black crushed velvet skirt which came just above her knee, a very sheer pair of thigh highs which I did see on the bed, nice heels that were perfectly matched to her, a low cut v neck short sleeve sweater that showed off her incredible tits, and her hair was done up in a braid that made me lose my train of though. She walked over to me and we kissed as I knew this was already more then I could handle. She grabbed her keys and we headed to the car. It was about 7pm or so and it was already dark out. We did not even get off her street before my hand was under her skirt and my fingers massaging her clit. She loved it and I loved it........there were now definitely REAL feelings between the two of us, I thought as we drove there that it would not be hurtful, since we are family and will always see the other one. Dinner was a night that I would not have traded in for a million dollars, everything was perfect, the dinner, the wine, the music, her across from me staring into my eyes, this was unreal. While driving home we did not talk much, I massaged her leg as she held my hand, the softness of the silk was causing my cock to throb already. Every now and again we would make eye contact and we both felt something inside when it happened. As we pulled in the driveway, she looked at me and asked a question that I would never of thought of hearing..... She asked me......."I think we need to talk about what is going on with us, this could destroy everything we are and the family we have. I just need to know one thing right now" She paused for a minute and asked . . . . "are you falling in love with me?" to be continued... Read Moreso tonight that she also thought of my cock as much as I thought of her body. So why not just live out the dream for what it is worth, maybe it will come to an end when I leave her, or maybe this secret would carry on between us for as long as we could.
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I was 26 years old and had just landed a great job with a growing company. Because the organization was small, they couldn’t afford to hire someone with a lot of experience, so they hired me as an Executive. Although I was qualified and had the education, I was nervous and determined to prove myself. Part of the reason I had gotten the job was because of my boss. He was 38, married and a father of 2. I had met him briefly at industry functions and he put in a good word for me with the owner of the company. I adored Doug. He was funny, warm, brilliant and good looking. I always thought to myself how lucky his wife was, as his eye never wandered and he treated her and their children like gold. One ni
Although I had always been attracted to Doug (I even fantasized about him while I got off with my vibrator and had sex with my boyfriend) I had never thought about him in “that way” because he was a family man who would never do something inappropriate. As I stood to put some papers away in the filing cabinet, I decided to flirt with him a little to see if I could get a reaction. I provocatively bent down over the files and crossed my ankles giving him a perfect view of my perky little ass and since I was wearing a skirt he could clearly see how tan and fit my legs were. I could feel him staring at me and my heart started to beat faster and my cheeks were already flushed from the wine. I sat back down at my desk and pretended to work.
A few minutes later Doug got up to get a glass of water. I decided that I would really lay it on thick and stood up and bent over his desk so that when he entered the room, he would see the ass and legs show again. He walked in and I could feel his eyes on me again. He moved to his chair and sat in it, facing me and trying desperately to keep his eyes off of my firm tits bulging out of my dress and push up bra. His faced turned red as his gaze fell to my cleavage. I laughed and this drew his attention to my face. I am not trying to be conceited, but no one would argue with the fact that I have am a beautiful girl. I have naturally tan skin and shoulder length brown hair, almond eyes and perfect pouty lips. He stammered something about more wine and got up and left the room .Since I knew I was having an effect, I decided to stay right where I was. When he walked in this time, he brushed my ass slightly and I leaned into his body softly, just enough to make him wonder if I was interested. He reached around my left side and set the wine bottle down. His arm grazed my tits as he pulled it back towards his body and I let out a soft “mmmm”.
At this point, I think he realized that I was interested and put his hands very softly around my waist. I stood upright and fell back against his strong chest. He began to kiss my neck softly, and had his hands around my hips now. I was going crazy, my cunt was so hot and wet for him that I had a hard time standing up straight and had to lean against his chest for support. He turned me around and I looked into his eyes and kissed him hard, pressing my tits against his chest. His cock was hard as steel as it pressed against my stomach and his hands were traveling up and down my back and finally rested with a hard grip on my ass. I moaned and he moved me backwards towards his desk. When I felt my ass against the desk I sat up on it and wrapped my bare legs around him. To my shock and disappointment he moved away from me. “I can not be doing this” he said “I’m married and I have two kids”. “I know you are” I said sweetly. “I have a boyfriend. You’re right, this is wrong”. I went up to him and put my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry and I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s just that I am so bored in my relationship. I love my boyfriend but you just made me so hot. I promise you that I will not tell anyone and I won’t expect anything”. I kissed him and he put his arms around me and ran his fingers through my hair. “God you are so beautiful” he said and kissed me again. His dick was still hard so I figured I would give it one more try. I backed myself towards the desk again and spread my legs around his body. This time he grabbed my bare thigh with his hand and groaned “Oh my god you have beautiful legs”. I giggled and began to unbutton his shirt as he moved his hands closer and closer to my hot cunt. The anticipation of having him touch my pussy was overwhelming and I was moving around wildly and whimpering. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of kissing and touching, he moved my white panties aside and gently stroked my pussy lips and clit, the tips of his fingers flirting with my wet pussy and leaving me helpless. He slowly put one finger inside my cunt and I moaned again, it was clear that he had a lot of experience in pleasuring a woman. My cunt was so wet and I was bucking hard against his hand. He began to increase the pace and was soon fucking me with his middle finger. He then slid another finger in and I threw my head back and gasped. His thumb caressed my clit and I was the hottest that I had ever been in my life. “Are you OK?” he said. I knew that I must have looked like a fool going over the edge with him merely putting his hand up my skirt. I moved up to him and lay my head on his shoulder “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve never been with someone who had known what they were doing before”. I could tell that turned him on and he commenced with the finger fucking, increasing the attention to my clit to show me exactly how well he knew what he was doing. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and came like a fucking rocket with his hand inside me. I lay there trembling and whimpering in his arms for almost a minute. Finally I was ready to go again and I kissed him hard while my hands felt for his zipper. It didn’t take me too long to find considering his cock was about to bust through his fly. I unzipped his pants and began to fondle his cock through his boxer briefs. He undid his belt, let his pants fall through the floor and stepped out of them. I hungrily attacked his underwear and until it was off and his 8 inch cock was exposed. I paused. It was beautiful, but wider than anything I had ever had inside me. He sensed my trepidation and again smiled with satisfaction. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t hurt you”. I laid back and moved my ass to the edge of the desk with my legs spread wide; waiting for him. He took the tip of his dick and teased my cunt with it, getting me hot and wet all over again. “Are you ready?” he asked. Was he kidding? Was I ready? I was on my back on his desk with the tip of his cock in my pussy writhing around like an animal. Was I ready? He continued to stroke me slightly with the tip of his cock and I tried in vain to get him to enter me. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked obviously enjoying the fact that he was in complete control of me and I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life. I decided to tease him back and began stroking my clit with my right hand as I stared into his eyes. “Ohhhhhh” I moaned, my voice trembling. This seemed to do the trick and he finally put his cock in me. I screamed loud with pleasure. “OH MY GOD YOU FEEL SO GOOD. OH MY GOD. O MY GOD”. He rammed his cock hard into my pussy as far as it would go. I was going to come again and I didn’t want to yet so I moved my pussy off of his cock and got on all fours. “You’re the best Doug” I gasped as I put my ass in the air begging him to fuck me from the back. He began pounding me hard as I grabbed the sides of the desk and let him fuck me to his hearts content. “Hurt me Doug. Fuck me as hard as you can. Smack my ass!” He slapped my ass I could feel the hard muscle quiver, tightening my pussy around him. “I’m gonna come baby” he gasped. “Come all over my ass!” I screamed. He pulled out his massive cock put his hand on my shoulder as he shot his load onto my back and ass. I stayed there on all fours for a minute to let him recover. I then got on my knees and moved towards him putting my arms around his neck. He held me for a minute, and I felt like I was in heaven. “Can you do it again”? He didn’t answer me. He just pushed my back down on the desk and shoved his cum soaked cock into my pussy. He moved his body up on his toes and let the shaft of his cock slide in and out stroking my clit. I had never experienced anything so incredible and it just took me a second to come. I grasped the sides of the desk while I bucked wildly against his cock. “You’re so good. I’m coming again. OH MY GODD DOUG YOU’RE COCK IS THE FUCKING BEST COCK I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE”. My body tensed around his cock as I came hard. He pulled out of me and cleaned off his cock with my sweater. He then sat in his chair and pulled me onto his lap. I laid there limp in his arms happier than I had ever been. Finally we realized that it was nearing 10:00. “I’m sorry Kayley but I have to get home”. “Ok” I replied. “I meant what I said Doug, we never have to talk about this again”. “We’ll see how it goes” he said. “I do want to fuck you again though. I meant it when I said you were the best too”. He kissed me. I got dressed and cleaned up the cum all over his desk with 409. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.
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The Christian Thing To Do
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Chapter 1
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           I was too young and stupid to be a married man. I had my heart broken in my first year of college and got married to the very next girl I dated. It didn’t take long to find out what a mistake that was. I flunked out of school, my parents wouldn’t let me move back home, and I was living with someone I really didn’t know or love.ÂÂ
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           I tried to make it work out. We separated three different times, only to get back together. I really wanted to make this work out. By the time we separated for the third time I had run out of relatives to live with. That’s where this story really begins.
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           I worked at a grocery store in my home town. It sucked, but the money was good for a small town in North Carolina. The people were nice and they all enjoyed watching my circus ride of a life. One of the guys on the night shift was always trying to help. James meant well but he wasn’t the smartest knife in the draw.
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           James overheard that I was looking for a room to rent. My marriage wasn’t working out. I was 19 years old, no money, and no place to live. James told me to come home with him after work. He said he may be able to help me out. At the very least I could get something good to eat.
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           James wasn’t much older than I was. There were two things that bugged me about James. The first was that he wasn’t that smart, but thought that he was. The second was that he was very religious. He was the deacon at his church and he was always trying to “save†me. Deacons were normally a lot older, but James did everything at the church anyway. They gave him the title because nobody else wanted to do the things that James was doing already. But I liked James anyway.
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           James took me home with him after work. He told his wife to move the baby and her things into their bedroom. He told her that he was renting me that room. He was acting all macho and was really pissing off his wife. I ate while they went to the back of the small mobile home, to talk more privately. I overheard him tell Sharon that they needed the money almost as bad as I needed a place to stay. She stopped complaining and started moving the baby things to their room. James came back and told me to go home and get my things. I didn’t want to, but I was out of luck and time.
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           My life actually got better after moving in. Sunday mornings sucked because James and Sharon got up very early for church. They put on gospel music and weren’t quite about it. They always asked me to go with them but I declined. But things were getting better for me, until my asshole of a boss found out where I was living.
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Chapter 2
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           My boss loved to mess with people. He was a sick sob. He decided to split the stock crew in half. I was promoted over James and put in charge of the day crew. James was put in charge of the night crew. I could tell it bugged James but he didn’t take it out on me. There would be problems at home though and I knew my boss had planned it that way.
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           I got to work normal hours, eat breakfast and supper at home with Sharon and the baby, and sleep normal night time hours. James didn’t. He ate at weird hours, ate leftovers, slept days, and missed out on a lot of family things. It really pissed James off, but he never took it out on me.
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           About a week into this new arrangement something unexpected happen. I normally went to bed around 9 pm. I was tired and hated the television shows that Sharon liked to watch. I always sleep in the nude and had just drifted off when my bedroom door opened slowly.ÂÂ
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           I hadn’t had sex in over a month, so I was horny as hell. I hadn’t thought of
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Chapter 3
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           While James was a big heavyset guy,
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           For as plain and dumb as James was,
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           The next night was a lot like last night. I was hoping for a repeat and made sure that if she came in tonight that see would see as much of me as possible. I’m not as tall as James but my body was more toned. At 19, it didn’t take much to get my cock hard. My cock was 7†long and thick. I wanted to make sure she got a good look at it, if she came back into my room.
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           I started to feel guilty about this. James had been good enough to take me in and here I was hoping to show his wife my nice hard cock. Those guilty feelings disappeared when I heard my door open again around 11 pm. She put my stuff down and stood at the foot of my bed just staring at my cock. I didn’t say or do anything for a while, wanting to see what she would do. My cock was so hard that it didn’t take much to make it jump and jerk around by itself. She gasps and put her hand over her mouth. She turned to leave and I thought the show was over for tonight. I was wrong.
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           I had told her earlier this evening that I was a very heavy sleeper. I told her that I saw that she had brought my cloths in after I had fallen asleep and that I hadn’t heard a thing. This seed was now working to my benefit. She dipped her finger back into my pre-cum and tasted it again. I made no move at all. I didn’t want to spook her. When she saw that I was deep asleep she made her next surprising move. She leaned over and took my cock into her mouth. I could tell that she hadn’t sucked much cock by the way she acted. I didn’t care, it felt great. I wasted no time to give her a surprise too. I shot off into her mouth. I didn’t want her pulling away before I was done. So, thinking quickly, I reached up and held her head in place and moan out my wife’s name. This made her think I was dreaming about my wife, but what I was doing was making her swallow my cum. I just held her head and kept fucking her mouth with my cock until I had no more cum to give her.  It was her turn to be careful to do anything to wake me. She backed away from the bed and left the room. That was hot!
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Chapter 4
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           I had to figure a way to take thing to the next level and not scare her off. So on the next night after dinner I turn the furnace off so that the house would get cold. Of course I tried to fix it when she found that the house was getting cold. I told her that I would get the needed parts in the morning and fix it before I go to work, but for tonight we were going to have to make do.ÂÂ
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           I knew that James had an electric heater in the work shed. I told her that I would bring it into her bedroom so that she and the baby could stay warm tonight. She was concerned about me but I played the game well. I went on to bed with a few extra blankets. After everyone was in bed I got up and knocked on her door. When she answered I asked if she had any more blankets. She said no, but ordered me to come and sleep in her room. I protested but soon gave in. As she turned away from me I took my robe off and climbed my naked body into her bed. I waited a little while, until I knew she was asleep. I pretended to also be asleep but snuggled up to her. If she said anything I would again pretended that I had been asleep and thought she was my wife. She didn’t protest when I spooned her. I’ll never know if she thought I was James or not but when she felt my body against her she backed her but into me. I reached around her and cupped her right breast and gently squeezed. Her nipple got hard and so did my dick. She moaned but didn’t wake. I used my other hand to lift her gown and expose her naked ass to my hard cock. I continued to spoon her. I continued to massage her breast and nipple. And I worked my cock between her closed legs. I most have hit the right spot because she moaned again and opened her legs a bit. The second I had enough working room I slid my cock into her pussy.ÂÂ
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           At some point she either woke up or stopped pretending. She never looked back at me, she just asked me to fuck her. And that I did. I knew when she had her 1st orgasm because her pussy almost pushed my cock right out of her pussy. It didn’t take long for me to fill her pussy with my cum. Being 19 was now a good thing. My cock never went soft. I just continued to fuck her. She cam three more times before I started to really pound her pussy. She was coming for the fourth time when I filled her pussy again. We both fell asleep just like that, with my cock still in her pussy.
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           I got up the next morning before she did and reset the furnace. I showered and made enough noise to wake
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Chapter 5
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           It was half way through the next day when a cold chill ran down my spine. My memory kicked in and I realized something was wrong. I had been worried about not using protection last night. She was married. She had to be on the pill. That’s when I remembered that James had bought rubbers several times in the past. It had to do with their church. They didn’t believe in most forms of birth control. James said that the church wouldn’t like it if they knew he even under rubbers. He said that they wanted to wait to have another baby. All I could think about all day was the two loads of cum I had filled
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           When I got home after work
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           Up until now this had all been fun. Since
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           But then things started to get out of hand. About 11 pm my bedroom door opened and
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           I knew this was wrong. At the very least it was more wrong than anything we had done before. But I couldn’t say no to her. We fucked all night long. I have no idea how many orgasms she had but I know that I filled her pussy three more times that night. If she wasn’t pregnant from last night’s activities, then she would be tonight.
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           She stayed with me all night. I managed to sleep very little. My alarm clock went off at the normal time. I awoke to find
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           I knew that we had crossed a line that I was not comfortable with. If
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           I moved back with my wife the next afternoon, which was a Saturday. I told James that I needed to try and make my marriage work. He was happy to hear that and was none the wiser as to the real reason for my leaving.ÂÂ
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           James and I remained friends. A month after I had moved out He told me that
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           I moved out of state just after the baby was born. It was a boy. I never say James or Sharon again.
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A few weeks later I was home early from work and my phone began to ring. It was Stacey, It was her 18th birthday and she had asked if I could buy her some alcohol. She said she would come by and pick me up and take me to the store. I agreed and got dressed to await her arrival. She showed up about 15 minutes later and honked for me to come out. I walked out to the car and got in. Omg Stacey was dressed in short white booty shorts and a white tank top both made of terry cloth. She looked amazing the shirt opened up to show her newly blossomed boobs and the shorts revealed her sexy tan legs. I could not believe how hot she was. She made Carmen Electra look like yesterdays news. We made small talk, and she gave me her order. She went to hand me cash and I told her it was on me and would be her birthday present. I asked her what her plans were for the night and she said she was going to a girlfriend’s house e and going hot tubing. Oh no date, I asked. No I am single right now. Music to my ears. We continued with small talk and she blurted out with, can I ask you a personal question? Yeah no problem, I exclaimed. Did you like what you saw at the football game she asked? I of coarse played stupid, what do you mean? You know you were staring at my ass, did you like it? I figured what the hell, Hell yeah you have a sexy ass, I told her. I thought so she said. My sisters and I have always talked about how hot you are, and that our cousin is lucky to date you. She is bitchy and you are way too good for her, I know she is my cousin and all but hey it’s the truth, she told me. Well I am glad you think I am hot, thank you I added. Well I knew you were staring at my ass that’s why I didn’t pull my pants up until the end of the game, I thought you deserved a nice view, she said. Well thank you it made it worth it to be at such a boring game otherwise, I added. Would you like to see more of my body, Stacey blurted out. Oh definitely I responded. Just then she pulled into an empty warehouse parking lot and drove behind the building. It was completely abandoned there. I could not believe this was happening. I pinched myself in disbelief. She stopped the car and turned of the keys. Do you think I am cute, she asked. Stacey you are the hottest female I have ever laid eyes on, I told her. She leaned in and kissed me with her cute soft 8 year younger lips. Wow she could kiss. She gently massaged my tongue with hers and we passionately made out for about 10 minutes. She stopped and took off her top leaving on a cute whit e lacey bra, probably about a 36c, just right in my opinion. I began kissing her neck and rubbing her bra, then reached back and unlatched her bra and watch it fall to her waist. Her boobs were perfect, perky, amazing areolas and dime sized nipples. I began to let my tongue waggle around her breasts and got them nice and hard. Oh that feels so good she said. She whispered in my ear, do you want to have sex with me? Yes, I told her. She said she was still a virgin so take it easy. Still a virgin? I exclaimed. Yes, I have had guys feel me up and bang me, and I have given hand jobs, but that’s all she told me. Have you ever had oral? No, never given or received. I continued to kiss her breasts and felt her hand reach down to undue my shorts. She opened up the buttons and reached in to pull out my hard 7 inch cock. Wow you have a nice dick she told me. I didn’t know how to take it as she had limited experience. It is much longer and thicker than the other two, she said. That’s good have fun I told her. She gently stroked up and down with her smooth manicured hands. It felt so good to have this sexy girl stroking my cock. She reached down and grabbed my balls and gently rubbed them in her hand, then stroked up and down my cock. For such limited experience she knew what to do. Before I could even get going she lowered her head down and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She slid her lips up and down my shaft, slowly deep, then deeper, then all the way to the base. Meanwhile she rubbed my balls with her other hand. She increased her pace as she went on going faster and longer each time. You suck such good dick I told her. She kept going until I was ready to burst. I told her I was going to cum, but she did not stop for a second. She sped up and I came right in her mouth. She put her mouth all the way down and took every last drop. After she was finished licking up the remains, she asked how was I. That was the best blowjob I have ever had, how did you know what to do? I watched a porno before and really paid attention to details, she told me. I guess so I answered. Now it is your turn, I told her. I slid her shorts down but left her cute white see through g string on. I could see her tan pussy that was shaven all but a tiny landing strip that was perfectly manicured. She lowered her seat down and gave me full access to her pussy. I kissed her nipples and sucked on them and slowly worked my way down her perfect abs until I landed at her opening. I teased her slightly and got the response I was looking for as she wiggles trying to position her pussy to my tongue. Then I plunged in to her with my tongue and buried it into her tight dripping wet hole. I sucked on her swollen clit and tongued it like I was playing teether ball with her clit. Lick it one way then back the other way. She was wiggling around and moaning louder than anyone I had ever been with. Suck my clit, she told me, that feels so good, she yelled. This encouraged me to give her the best licking she will ever have I slid my tongue in and out of her hole and licked her clit her and there like a tornado tearing through tornado alley. I felt her jerk as she came all over my tongue and I licked it up. She slid her hand down and began rubbing her extra puffy clit and was playing with herself right there. Then she put a finger inside her hole and brought it up to her mouth and tasted her own juices. Not quit as good as yours she told me. Are you ready to have sex she asked? Are you, I responded. Then she got out of the car and asked me to come here. I got out buck naked and walked over to her side of the car where she stood in the buff. This gave me a chance to admire how hot her body really was. It was breathtakingly perfect. Nice round ass, perfect shaped perky breasts, a nice shave pussy, beautiful blonde hair, and the perfect tan. I was instantly hard again. She told me her favorite position to watch on pornos was standing and from behind. So could we try that? She bent over and rest her head on the trunk of her car. I walked up behind her and slowly slide my cock in to her tight little pussy. It was a little tight to get into , but I worked it in slowly so she enjoyed it. She cried out that it hurt and I asked her if we should stop. No way she told me. So I continued to work myself into her hole until her pussy gave way and let me in. I began to slowly pump in and out of her as she moaned so loud I was getting hornier than ever. She told me to fuck her hard. So I began to thrust in and out of her tight little pussy, plunging in all the way. She thrusted her little ass back to meet me. Her I was fucking my wife’s 18 year old cousin. The most gorgeous girl a guy could ever want. Me 26 and her 18. This was a playboy forum in action. I fucked her with everything I had plunging into her slapping my skin on her ass. Then she surprised me. She reached down and cupped my balls. For an amateur she knew how to fuck. I slapped into her harder and harder and she rubbed my balls gently massaging them as they swoll up. She screamed fuck me, oh yeah; it feels so good, oh fuck me. This was all I could take. I pulled out and just as I was going to burst she put her mouth around me and took my load again. She swallowed the whole load. After we regained our composure we got back in the car and got dressed. She started the car and drove to the store. I went in and purchased the wine coolers she had requested and came back and put them in the car for her and got in. She began to drive me back home. I didn't realize it felt that good. I am glad you liked it, I told her. Thank you for taking my virginity and showing me how good sex can be, she said. The guys my age just want a hand job and cum after two strokes. Yeah, it happens. She reached down and began to massage my swollen cock. You made my first time perfect, she told me. Well you are definitely the best I have ever been with, and so sexy, I told her. Thank you, should we do this more often? She asked. When ever you want just call me I told her. Good, I was hoping you would say that. She pulled up to my house and kissed me good bye. I got out told her happy birthday and headed in my house. As I closed the door I sat there and relived the memory. Could life be any better, I asked myself.
About a week later my phone rang. It was Stacey. She told me she had watched a porno and the girl did anal, would you like to try that she asked?
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What To Tell My Daughter
Chapter 1
         There I sat, at the kitchen table, looking into the eyes of my 14 year old daughter. Twenty minutes ago she walked into the basement and saw something I had hoped nobody would ever find out about. She was supposed to be in school for another 2 hours.
         “I know that you’re confused and upset. But I will try to explain, if you will let me†I told her.
         “What is there to explain? I saw my mother, naked in the basement, getting her brains fucked out! I saw you cheating on my father. I saw you begging a black man the fuck you†she yelled at me.
         “How could you do that? Hell, you won’t even let me date a black person! And there you were fucking one†she continued.
         “It’s not that simple. It’s never that simple†I said. “Sit back down and I will tell you the whole story. It’s worse that even you might think.â€Â “How the hell did I let this get this out of control?â€Â
         It was hard looking at my daughter at that moment. She was so much like me, something I had always been proud of. Both of us were the same size and shape. At 5’1†and 110 lbs we both were in very good shape. We both had long blond hair. My breast and butt are a little bigger than Cindy, but she turns a lot of heads with what she has, even at 14.ÂÂ
         With a tear in her eye, she sat back down and told me to try and explain what I was doing. I told her that I would start with some basic history. I knew that she knew most of this stuff, but I needed a starting place that would help her see how this all got started.
         She already knew that her father was raised in this neighborhood. She knew that this house was his boyhood home. She also knew that his parents, her grandparents, were killed in a car wreck when she was 3 years old. They had left us the house. I told her that, at that time, we weren’t poor but getting this house made all the difference for us. It was paid off, so we saved a lot of money each month. It meant that I didn’t have to work while you and were so young.
         At that point I moved into details she knew very little about. I told her that the neighborhood had changed a lot from when your father was a boy. The neighborhood was an even mix of black and white and was considered upper middleclass. When we moved back to the neighborhood it was mostly black and was now a rather poor place to be. I explained to her that I had not been raised around anything other that white people. I wasn’t sure what we getting ourselves into.
         Your father knew enough of the locals to feel comfortable here.  He told me that the rules in a place like this were very simple. If the people in this neighborhood liked you they would go out of their way to be friendly. If they didn’t like you, thought that you might be prejudice, or were scared of them, then they could make your life a living hell. Just relax. They’re people, simple as that.
         He was right. We met several nice couples but it seemed that it was mostly the men in the neighborhood that came around to visit with your father.  I got comfortable about everything except one. I told her that one of her father’s oldest friends kept hitting on me. He made it very clear that he would like to “welcome me to the neighborhood, the black kind of way.â€Â I didn’t know what that meant exactly, but I wasn’t interested.
         I followed your father’s advice and did everything I could to say no, but to not piss him off. He was a very important man around here. I wanted no trouble. I would put him off by asking him things like “what would your wife say†or “I feel very welcome here with things the way they areâ€Â.
         I explained to Cindy that she had just turned 5 and was starting a special pre-school program we found for her. Cindy said that she remembered that school and how much she loved it.  I told her that this was when the trouble and the mistakes started.
Chapter 2
         We were attending a block party on a Saturday night to celebrate the end of summer. All the parents had gotten together and hired several babysitters to watch all of the kids so that the parents could drink, party, and stay out as late as we wanted. It was so much fun. I guess I had a few drinks. I wasn’t drunk or anything, just feeling good. Your father was past feeling good, he was flying high.
         That was when Bob, Mr. Johnson, started in on me again. I was getting very tired of this. So instead of being nice I just, point blank, asked him what it was going to take to get him to stop hitting on me. He was a little surprised by my outburst. He recovered quickly and told me that if I would have sex with him just once that he would stop. He looked like he meant it. I don’t know why I said yes to him, but I just wanted the harassment to stop.
         Cindy asked me why I hadn’t told Dad what was going on. I told her that I had told him on several occasions. He told me to be firm, but friendly when telling him I wasn’t interested. Your father said he would talk to him but Bob used to bully your dad when he was in school. I think your father was a little afraid of him. Bob did a lot for your father, when he wanted too. I don’t think he ever did talk to him, which only encouraged Bob all the more.
         After I realized what I had agreed to, I went to find your father to help me. He was so messed up that he was no help at all.  I had no choice but to let Bob have his way with me or really piss him off. I was so scared.
         Bob came and took me by the arm and lead me back to our house. Most of the men sitting around with your father saw this and just smiled. I think they knew what was about to happen.ÂÂ
         When we got back to our house Bob asked me what room would be best? I told him about the basement. We had a bedroom set up for visitors down there. It was much but it would do. When we reached the bottom of the stairs Bob turned me around and kissed me. He held me tight with one hand and started undressing me with the other. I was so scared. I just stood there while he stripped me naked.
         He carried me to the bed and laid me down. We didn’t have a lot of time so there wasn’t much foreplay. He spread my legs and started eating my pussy. Bob was 6’4†and weighed at least 225 lbs. He could easily eat my pussy and reach his hands up and play with my breasts and nipples.ÂÂ
         Cindy asked me why I was going into all of the gross details. I replied that if she wanted to really understand what she saw downstairs then she would need to know these facts. She shook her head and I continued. I told her that there were a couple of details that she needed to remember about me. The first was that your father was a very good lover. He knew just how to make a woman feel. He also had a nice size cock. He had 8†and really knew how to use it. I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world. The second fact you need to know is that I go totally nuts went I have my pussy eaten. To me it is the best part of sex. I get lost in my emotions. It makes me so hot.
         So, here Bob was eating my pussy and playing with my boobs. I came in less than a minute and kept cuming until he stopped eating me. I was half drunk and horny as hell. I needed sex!
         Bob stood up and took off his close. I had always wondered if the stories about black men true. Well, when Bob removed his pants and underwear I found out that those stories were true. Bob was as big as your father but he wasn’t hard yet. He walked over to the edge of the bed and pulled my face to his cock. I was so horny I didn’t care. I opened my mouth and sucked him in. He started to grow the second my tongue touched his cock. It grew and grew. I later found out later that Bob’s cock was 12 ½†long and as big around as a beer can. When he was hard I could only get the head of his cock in my mouth.
         Bob removed his cock from my mouth and climbed onto the bed with me. I told him I didn’t think I could handle his cock. He laughed and said most women say that but as long as he goes slow I would be fine. I was so wet from him eating me and me cumming that it didn’t take much effort for Bob to get the head of his cock into my pussy. I really knew I was in for a real fucking as he inched his way into my pussy. I had the most intense orgasm before he got half of that monster in me. He really started to push his way into me and began to pump in and out. Each time he pumped in he went a little deeper.
         I was moaning and screaming with pleasure and pain. He finally got all of his cock in me. I couldn’t believe that it would fit. He really started to pound my poor pussy. I lost count on the number of orgasms I had. Bob wasted little time in cumming. He filled my pussy with tons of cum. We lay together for a few minutes to get our breath back. When Bob pulled out of me my pussy made funny noises.ÂÂ
         Bob got up and started getting dressed. I still couldn’t move. Bob said he would see me back at the party and disappeared up the stairs. What Bob and I didn’t know was that Dwayne, Mr. Allen, had snuck down stairs and had watched Bob fuck me. I needed a minute to recover and laid my head back and closed my eyes. I thought Bob had come back for seconds when I felt someone climb onto the bed. My legs were still hitched up and he had easy access to my pussy. He entered my pussy and filled me up in one stroke. He started pounding my pussy good and hard. It took no time before I started cumming again. I opened my eyes and was shocked to find that it wasn’t Bob fucking me. Dwayne was working my pussy over good. Again I lost count of the number of orgasms I had. My mind wanted him to stop; my body was hoping he would never stop. I kept hearing someone begging Dwayne to pound my pussy. IT WAS ME.
         Dwayne came quickly and pulled out of me. He dressed and left before I could recover and start complaining. I was drunk, somewhat in shock, and total fucked out, and exhausted. I made myself get up. I worked my way slowly to my bedroom. I tried to take a shower but my legs just would work well enough. I gave up and just went to bed, naked and leaking.
         A few minutes later I awoke to noises coming up the stairs. It was Bob and his son Charlie bringing your father home. They laid him on the bed and turned to leave. I told Bob that I needed to talk to him and asked him to call me on Monday morning. He smiled back at me. I know he thinks I want another ride, but I wanted to tell him about Dwayne.
Chapter 3
         The next morning was Sunday. We were able to sleep late because the babysitters were not supposed to bring the kids home until around 10 am. I worked on fixing breakfast, but it wasn’t easy. I had a mild headache from the beer.  But the rest of me was a total wreck. My legs felt like I had run 10 miles. My pussy was so sore that I couldn’t touch it. My stomach area hurt too from all of the powerful orgasms. I couldn’t be sure, but I had lost count at 15 orgasms in 45 minutes. I would swear that the whole thing was a dream if it weren’t for the pain. It had hurt so bad to pee that morning that I put off taking a shower. I knew that I smelled of sex. I had dried cum streaks all the way down to my knees. Those two black men must have shot a gallon of cum inside me.
         Your father wasn’t in any shape to notice my condition. His headache was massive. He walked around the house all day long with sunglasses on and an ice pack on his head. I told Cindy that she got such a laugh at the two of us. She had found ways to make loud noises just to watch her father jump. The day past quickly and uneventfully.
         The next morning I got you ready for school and your father took you on his way to work. I was glad that I didn’t have to get dressed and go out. I was still sore and tried not to walk around too much. I also wanted to call Bob. I thought it would be a good idea to tell him about Dwayne. I didn’t know what to expect but I hoped Bob could help stop Dwayne from shooting off his mouth.
         Just as I was picking up the phone to call Bob there was a knock at the back door. I looked out the window and say that it was Bob. I let him in, half expecting him to try and get in my pants again. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Bob looked very upset and start telling me how sorry he was about Saturday night. He said that he wasn’t sorry that we had sex, that he wasn’t sorry that he had been dogging me about it for months, but he was sorry that I had agreed to do it just to get rid of him. He explained that he had never forced anyone into having sex with him. He kept saying that he was sorry.  It was clear that he didn’t know anything about Dwayne.
         I stopped Bob and told him that Saturday night was in the past. I said that it couldn’t happen again but that I had enjoyed it much more than I should have. Bob smiled until I told him that Dwayne had watched us and that he had fucked me after he had left. Bob went nuts. I told him that it hadn’t been rape exactly, but that it wasn’t something that I had wanted to happen. He had taken advantage of the situation and I was scared that he would come back wanting to do it again. I told him that while my mind was saying no, my body begged him to never stop. I didn’t know how to live with that fact, but I couldn’t let that happen again.
         Bob told me that the best thing to do was to let him handle it. Dwayne had a big mouth and probably already told all his buddies what had happened. Bob said that the good thing about it was that nobody believed that big mouth. Bob said that he would talk to Dwayne but that the best thing to do for now was nothing. I really didn’t have a choice but to let Bob handle.
         I asked Bob what this protection was going to cost me. He looked hurt, but responded by saying that he had told me that he would never do anything with me again that I didn’t ask him to do. He got up and left without saying another word.
         I thought everything had gone back to normal. Nothing happened for the next four days. I had left several messages for Bob to thank him for his efforts. He didn’t return my calls. I found out on Thursday night from your father that he had gone out of town for a few days. I only hoped he had talked to Dwayne before he left.
Chapter 4
         On Friday morning, around 10 am, I was in the basement doing the laundry. I heard a knock on the basement door and I opened it. It was Dwayne and one of his loser friends Tom. I never knew Tom’s last name. Dwayne just walked in past me without even saying hello. He looked pissed off. He ordered me to tell Tom that he had fucked me on Saturday night. I played dumb. That only pissed him off more. He yelled that nobody believed him. I asked him why they should believe such a lie.
         Dwayne said that I had loved it and had begged him to keep doing it. He said that everybody would believe him after today, he had a witness. Tom looked shocked at that and wanted nothing to do with what Dwayne had planned. But he didn’t leave either. He just watched as Dwayne pinned me against the wall and started undressing me. He was so big and tall. All he had to do was to grab both of my wrists with one hand and lift me almost off the ground. He used the other hand to strip me naked. I fought as hard as I could but it was useless. As soon as I was completely naked Dwayne picked me up and carried me over to the same bed that he had fucked me on Saturday night. I begged him to stop but he didn’t care. He climbed on top of me in a 69 position and began eating my pussy. He kept trying to stick his cock in my mouth but I managed to avoid it, for a while.
         I reminded Cindy how I reacted to having my pussy eaten. I had a tear in my eye as I told her this. I tried so hard to fight him off and to not give in. I told her that it pissed me off when men seem to think that women became babbling idiots when you get them naked. But I couldn’t help how my body reacts to oral sex. The more he ate me the less I complained and the more I moaned. The more I moaned the easier it was for Dwayne to get his cock into my mouth. When he managed to get it inside real deep it wasn’t going to come out until he wanted it too. I kept turning my head from side to side to try and get his cock out of my mouth. But the more I move my head the more of a blow job I was giving him. When I stopped thrashing my head around he start moving his hips and fucked his cock into my mouth.
         I lost track of time, but it couldn’t have been long before I cam for the first time. It was very intense. A minute or two later a second and stronger orgasm hit me. I almost passed out. It was Dwayne’s movements that brought me back to reality. He was about to cum in my mouth and I knew there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I also knew that I was going to have to swallow his cum because there was no way to get his cock out of my mouth or any way to spit it out. His cum hit the back of my throat. He kept cumming. He filled what little room there was left in my mouth and I had to swallow in order to breath. But once I started swallowing I had to keep swallowing. He shot at least 8 or 9 times into my mouth. I was swallowing the last of his cum when my third orgasm ripped through me. When we were done cuming we both just lay there motionlessly.
         I felt a second set of hands start to move me as Dwayne climbed off of my body. I was moved up onto my hands and knees. I don’t know when or what part of what just happened that gave Tom the idea that I was having a good time. But when I opened my eyes to see who was moving me I say that Tom had removed his clothes and was now putting his cock in my face. He wasn’t as big as Bob or Dwayne. His cock was about 10†long and skinner. I had no intention of sucking his cock. I just wanted this mess to stop. I kept my mouth closed as best I could. But Dwayne did me in when he stuck his hardening cock into my pussy from the other end. My mouth shot open to let out a cry of pain and pleasure. But as soon as my mouth opened it was filled.
         My pussy was still tight, but not as bad as Saturday night. Dwayne went deeper with each stroke until he had his entire cock in me. It still blew my mind that anyone could get a fat 12†cock all the way into my tiny pussy. But I felt his balls hitting my clit each time he pounded into me. Tom was trying to do the same with my mouth. He kept pushing deeper until I would gag. It didn’t take long before I was cumming again. Tom took full advantage also. He really pushed hard with his cock into my mouth. The next thing I knew my nose was buried in pubic hair and his balls were hitting my chin. I heard him tell Dwayne that he was in all the way, that “the bitch is deep throating meâ€Â. That must have excited Dwayne, because both men pounded my pussy and throat. It felt really weird having a cock in my throat. I could feel every inch of it. I knew he was ready to cum before he did. I couldn’t taste anything but I still felt the need to swallow.ÂÂ
         As soon as Tom finished he pulled out. Another orgasm hit me and Dwayne followed it by cumming himself. I was wasted and couldn’t move if I wanted to. I felt Dwayne pull out of my soaked pussy. Tom wasted no time filling me back up. He was different though. He would fuck for a minute and then pull completely out. When he was out he would rub his cock on my clit and on my asshole. I had no idea what he was doing until he started pushing the head of his cock into my asshole. All of his other movements had been aimed at getting my asshole lubed up for him. I begged for him to stop. The pain was unbelievable. He just kept going deeper with each stroke. I knew he was all the way in when he started to pound me. My legs gave way and he fell on top of me. I thought I would die and was never so glad when he cam and pulled out of my ass.
         Dwayne and Tom continued to take turns on me all morning long. They each fucked me three times and shot off into my mouth two more times. My ass had been fucked, as had my throat. I may have missed a few but I made sure to keep count of the number of orgasms I had. If my memory was correct I came 17 times in the three hours that these two men fucked me. I was embarrassed at how my body had reacted to this assault. But on the other hand I had never felt so alive. The only reason they stopped was because of the time. They knew that school was about to let out and parents had to be parents, including them. They got dressed quickly. Tom thanked me, if you can believe that. Dwayne just smacked my on the ass and said I would see him soon. I looked at the clock and realized that I had 30 minutes to get cleaned up and to pick you up from the school. I don’t know how I managed it, but I did. Nobody seemed to notice anything different about me. All I knew was that I needed to get through the rest of this day and find Bob ASAP.
Chapter 5
         Bob called me on Sunday afternoon. I told him that Dwayne and paid me another visit and that he had brought company. I could tell that Bob was pissed even though he was quite on the phone. He told me he would take care of it. He was cussing as he hung up the phone.
         On Monday morning Bob showed up at the back door. I asked him inside but he said I needed to come outside with him for a minute. As we came around the back of the garage I say Dwayne being held my two other men. Bob and Dwayne were very big men but these two guys were awesome. Both were at least 6’7†tall and weighed more than 300 pounds. Dwayne looked scared.
         Bob asked Dwayne if there was something he wanted to say to me. He told me that he was sorry about Saturday and Friday. He said that he would not be bothering me anymore. Before I could answer Bob said “I’m sure that you won’t. But to make sure you don’t forget or that any of your stupid friends decides to pay the lady a visit let me make sure you rememberâ€Â. With that, the other two young men started beating the hell out of Dwayne. I tried to get Bob to stop them, but he said that I didn’t understand the streets. This message needed to be sent. Or would you rather have black men knocking on your door ever day looking for a quick fuck? I wanted neither and managed to get Bob to stop the beating.
         Bob got into Dwayne’s face and told him that I belonged to him and nobody touched his woman but him. Dwayne shook his head in acknowledgement and ran out as soon as he was freed. Bob thanked his helpers and walked back inside with me. I was pissed at what Bob had told Dwayne. I don’t belong to anybody except your father. He explained that it was the only way to protect me now that Dwayne’s stories had a witness. He said it wasn’t any big deal. Just agree to have lunch out in public every so often and everybody will believe what I told Dwayne.
         Bob was right about a lot of things. The whistles and catcalls stopped when I was out shopping. There were no other surprise visitors. And it was kind of nice having a simple lunch out with Bob every other week. Everything at home was ok too. I told Cindy that she was loving school. Your father was happy at work and at home. The only problem I had was that I was horny all the time. I made love with your father every night for the next two weeks. I couldn’t get enough. The sex was good, but it wasn’t the same. I told Cindy that this is what I meant when I said that “when you open the Pandora’s Box you can’t close it back upâ€Â.ÂÂ
         I explained that I had had sex four times, on two days with black men, and had cum more times on those occasions that I had in years. I also explained that I had never had such strong orgasms until then. Sex with your father was great and I did cum. But it was a plain vanilla kind of orgasm. I used my fingers to get off almost every day. I think that was why I enjoyed having lunch with Bob. There was always a possibility that I would have a big black cock inside me again. It never happened and I always felt guilty, but it didn’t change things.
         Things changed for me on a Saturday morning about two weeks later. I was buying the groceries at the local market. I didn’t like the look at the zucchini that was on the shelf. Robbie was a young black kid that worked in the produce department. He was about 18 and was very good looking. I knocked on the produce department door and stuck my head through. I asked Robbie if he had anything fresher. He told me to come on back and he would show me what they had in the cooler. It was innocent enough until I noticed that he had a huge lump in the front of his pants. He didn’t say or do anything, but I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of it. I guess I had a weird look on my face because Robbie asked me if I was ok. I surprised myself with my answer. I told him that I was ok, but told him that I should be the one asking him that question. I smiled and pointed at his hardon. I am normally not that bold, but I was getting horny just looking at it.
         I didn’t know that a black man could blush but there was no mistaking it. Robbie was lost for words. He tried to apologize and actually looked scared. I asked him what had gotten him hard like that. He said that he had heard all of the stories and begged me not to tell Mr. Johnson. He was really scared. There was something about this situation that turned me on. The two previous occasions had not been my idea, not within my control. Here, I was in total control. I toyed with Robbie. I asked him if I could see his cock. I thought he was going to turn and run, but I grabbed his arm and made him stay. I unzipped his short pants and reached in to fish out his cock. He was so hard that I had to unbuckle his shorts and pulled them and his underwear down in order to get his cock free.
         I told Cindy that I could only guess, but that his cock appeared to be bigger than your father’s and Tom’s. It was not as big as Bob or Dwayne, which would make Robbie’s cock was about 11â€Â. It felt silky to the touch, but very very hard. The more I touched it the more uncomfortable Robbie got. I told Cindy that I now know that this is why I was acting that way. I needed to be in control of something. Combined with my continuous horny state and this all made sense. You should have seen the look on his face when I put as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I started to move my mouth up and down. He moaned and then said that he didn’t understand. Mr. Johnson said to leave you alone. I stopped sucking long enough to tell Robbie that this was my idea. I told him that the stories he had heard were most likely true, but I was forced to participate. I told him that Bob won’t hurt him as long as he keeps his mouth shut and I don’t tell him.ÂÂ
         I went back to sucking on Robbie’s cock. He relaxed enough to put his hands on the back of my head and started pumping. Being young and oversexed, it took Robbie no time to fill my mouth with cum. I swallowed as much as I could but some leaked from both sides of my mouth. I stood up and wiped my face clean while Robbie regained his composure. I told him that I wished I had time for him to fuck me but that we both had things to do. I told him he would get a chance later. With that, I picked up a fresh zucchini and left the produce cooler. I quickly finished my shopping and returned home. As soon as the food was put away I went up stair to make myself cum. I sure was glad I hadn’t forgotten about the zucchini. It felt wonderful.
Chapter 6
         As soon as I saw you and your father I felt like such a slut. I had no idea why I was acting that way. I love you and your father. I didn’t want to cheat on him or endanger our life together by causing your father to divorce me. But I wanted to cum like I had cum before. It wasn’t that your father didn’t take care of me sexually. I needed something he couldn’t give me. Until today I had managed to fight these urges. I didn’t know what I would do next. I didn’t trust myself. It was all I could do to make sure that the two of you didn’t see my panic.
         What I needed was someone to talk to about this. The only person I could think of was my old college roommate. She was a good friend and I trusted her to keep her mouth shut. She had screwed around quite a bit back in college. I also knew that she had fucked a few black guys too. I was lucky in that she hadn’t moved too far away. She lived in a small town about an hour away. I called her and set up a meeting for the next weekend. I told your father that I would be sending the night and getting caught up with old times. The truth was that I wasn’t sure how long it would take to take this out or how much free time she would have. She was married and had two little boys.
         I arrived at Paula’s house at noon the following Saturday. I spent some time with her family, getting to know her husband and kids. Later that afternoon Paula and I went out shopping. We found a nice quite place at a restaurant she knew, so that we could talk. I told here everything that had happened in the last few weeks. She took in my story and just smiled at me when I had finished. She knew that I had been tight legged in school. She found it quite funny that I had found the pleasures a black cock could bring. She wasn’t much help to start with. After she got over her laughter, she did help me talk it out. She said that it had been difficult trying to stop fucking around when she got married. She said that two things had helped her let it go. The first was that she had screwed around enough that it wasn’t new anymore. She said it was still fun, but she had regained some control over when and with whom she would mess around with. The second thing was that she had met her husband during that same time period.  He knew what she was doing and loved her anyway. She stopped messing around because she wanted too, not because he made her. He wanted her to quit, but left it up to her as to how and when to make it happen.
         I asked her if she regretted having to stop. She said that she would be lying if she said she would love to have a nice big black cock between her legs again. She said that she wouldn’t do anything to spoil what she has now. That made me feel better, that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. But what was I going to do about my situation?
         Paula said that I was going to have to live out some of my feelings. She said that she could see how upset I was.  I told Cindy that Paula could tell how much I loved her and her father. However, she said that I had experienced something special. Those black men had made me cum so often and so hard. I hadn’t responded like that to sex with anyone else. She said that those experiences were too new and would be almost impossible to ignore. She said I would have to work my way through this, one way or the other. She said that there was one fact that I wasn’t going to get away from. That fact was that I enjoyed the sex and that I would continue cheating until I had worked all these feelings out. If I acknowledged that I enjoyed having sex with those men, then I would gain some control over this and I might not get caught. If I denied my feelings, or tried to ignore them, I would have no control over what might happen. No control means that I would, sooner or later, get caught. We called it a day. I had a lot to think about.
Chapter 7
         By the time I got home my head was spinning. I had spent most of my free time thinking about what Paula had said. I couldn’t tell if she was making sense or I was going crazy. The only thing that was worse than my confusion was how horny I was, all the time. Your father screwed me three times that Sunday and I wanted more. I fingered myself two more times and was begging for more. I hardly slept that night.
         The next morning I decided to call Bob and get myself properly fucked. He couldn’t get over here fast enough. I hadn’t told why I needed to see him. I guess he thought some other asshole was making a pass and he was going to have to kill the dumb bastard. I wished I had a camera with me when I told him that I was horny and wanted to fuck.
         After he got over the shock of what I had said, he scooped me up in his arms and took me to the basement. He almost ripped my clothes off. I guess he thought that I would change my mind if he didn’t get me naked fast enough. I blinked twice and I was naked, on my back, legs spread, and Bob’s head was buried in my pussy. I cam almost immediately.
         Bob wanted to mount me right after eating me, but I stopped him. I had actually enjoyed sucking Robbie’s cock so much that I pulled Bob to the head of the bed and took in as much of his cock as my mouth would allow. I had forgotten how big he really was. I had three inches of his cock in my mouth and had both of my hands stroking him, at the same time. He must have been very excited because it took no time for him to fill my mouth with cum. I swallow as fast as I could but more ran down my chin than went down my throat.
         I told Cindy that when her father finished having sex he would go limp. That was normal. But Bob stayed hard. He mounted me a little too quickly and the pain was awesome. He couldn’t control himself. The first time he fucked me he took lots of time getting his huge cock into me. Not this time, he was all the way inside me in thirty seconds. I loosened up quickly. All those other cocks had done their damage. God, I love how big his cock was and how full I felt. He pounded my poor pussy. I would have been moaning like hell but every time he slammed into me it took my breath away. I tried to keep count of my orgasms but that was a waste of time. It felt like it was one long intense explosion. I had three of those type explosions before Bob pumped my belly full of cum.
         While I knew he hadn’t fucked me for an hour, it sure felt like it. We lay together until we could catch our breath. I was surprised that his cock stayed inside my pussy even as it went soft. After we had rested for a few minutes, Bob wanted to talk. He wanted to know what had changed. He said that he was surprised to hear from me and was shocked when he had heard me ask him to fuck me. I explained about what I had been going through the last few weeks. I also explained about my visit to Paula. He laughed when I told him about Robbie. I told him that I was going to play this out and see where it goes. I thought my sex life was great until I had a giant black pole stuck into my pussy.
         Bob got up and took a quick shower. When he returned he said that he had an idea that could make my life much better. He said that he had noticed that the house and yard needed lots of attention. I told him that we did the best that we could, but money was a little tight. He said that he knew a few men in various trades that could come by and help make this old place shine again. He said that they did good work and that they all had something else that I needed. He smiled and his hand traveled down his body until it reached his big cock. Then he said that they all loved white women and would be glad to work for pussy.
         I made it quite clear that I was not a whore. He agreed and told me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. He said that I should set up a meeting with each of the men and let them see what work needed to be done. While they are checking out the work I could check out the men. If I like what I see then schedule the work. If you don’t want to be with any of them just let me know and I will find others that you will approve of. He said it would all be in my hands. You control who you fuck, when it happens, and how often it happens. I told him I would think about it. Then I smiled and asked him what his finder’s fee was. He smiled back and let his hand travel down his body to his going cock. I slid to the end of the bed and sucked his cock into my mouth.
Chapter 8
         Over the next two weeks I interviewed a landscaper, a painter, an electrician, and a heating and a/c guy. To speed things along with my story I told Cindy only the highlights, until something very important happened. I think she was more comfortable with that. I also think I was making her horny, but we won’t go there.
         While I did feel more in control than before, I was still out of control. I wanted to get past this as soon as possible. I thought that if I could get enough black cock I would find the balance that my life had been missing. I decided to interview each of the men that Bob recommended. I figured that I would find a few that I would like. Little did I know that my pussy wanted them all.
The landscaper offered to treat the lawn once, to mow it every week, to clean up the leaves in the fall, and to trim the trees and scrubs as needed. He told me that Bob had said I would be paying for this in an unusual way. I blushed, but shock my head in agreement. He just smiled and said that he would be bringing a three man crew each Wednesday. We did have a very big yard to take care of. He said that he would want me to take care of all three men. He said that two men would be working outside and one would be “working†inside. I blushed again, but agreed. I hadn’t counted on handling that many men in one day, but what the hell. The sooner I got over this obsession the better.  Instead of signing a contract he took me downstairs and sealed the deal with an 11†black pen. He was big, strong, handsome, and he fucked the hell out of me for almost an hour.
         The painter agreed to paint the inside of the house except the basement. He also agreed to paint the outside of the house and the stand alone garage. He said that it would take four men about two weeks to complete the job. He wanted me to take care of his entire crew each day that they were on the job, himself included. He said that it would be difficult to control the men and the quality of their work unless each man got treated the same. He said that job was so large and costly that he would like to visit me once a week for the next six weeks to cover his expenses. I was concerned about this last wrinkle. What if I decided to quite fucking around before then? He knew that was a problem with me and offered me the option of allowing his crew to visit me on rainy days, when they didn’t have any work. I agreed to that option, but only two additional visits. We sealed the deal in the basement. That was the day that I got butt fucked for the second time. I swore that was the last time I would ever allow that to happen again. These men were too big for that kind of action.
         The electrician saw that I needed some minor repairs, some wiring upgrades, and I wanted additional outlets in the bedrooms and the basement. He also did telephone work and would add an additional jack in the basement and in Cindy’s room. Most of his work was labor, so all he wanted was to fuck me on the two visits it would take to do the work. He said that he would like an additional visit to cover the materials. I sealed the deal with a blowjob in the kitchen. He was in a hurry to get to another job. His name was Decker and I liked him so much that he visited many more times than the work required. He cock was 13†long but not very fat. I was surprised when he worked his cock into my throat and face fucked me. I really liked how that felt and allowed his to come by as often as our schedules would allow. I was spending a lot of time on my back those days.
         The heating and a/c guy was nice too. I would only need him on an as needed basis. I told him I would take care of him each time he had to come out. He agreed, with one addition. He said that if I needed him at night or weekends, he would want to visit me twice for each of those visits. I agreed.
         Bob introduced me to a mechanic too. I got so used to setting up deals for services that I set up a few on my own. We needed to solve a bug and ante problem in the house. One quick fuck in the basement and the problem was solved. ÂÂ
         The more I talked the more Cindy’s mouth hung open. She asked me if there was anybody in the community I hadn’t fucked. She laughed when I told her that I hadn’t been with the priest or the doctor. Cindy laughed and said that they are both white. I laughed back. Cindy wanted to know more.
Chapter 9
         I told Cindy that arranging a schedule that allowed me to not get caught and yet take care of all of my promises was the difficult part. Most days were spent with me seeing 2 or 3 different men. I started at 10 am and stopped when I needed to get cleaned up and go to pick you up. Sometimes, when things got backed up, I would do two or three men at a time. I got to where I loved having a cock in my mouth and in my pussy at the same time. Cindy was shocked at how whorelike I had acted.
         I told her that I loved every minute of it. The yard men usually finished their work quickly and come to the basement for some entertainment. Those days always turned into a gangbang. The painters got very little work done the first few days. Without anyone to supervise them they all wound up in the basement. I spent a lot of time with a cock in my mouth, pussy, and each hand. Five hours would pass in what would feel like minutes. On most of those days one of the men would have to help me get cleaned up. My arms and legs wouldn’t work well after taking that kind of fucking.
         Things settled down after the bulk of the work was completed. I set up a schedule that was more manageable. Bob and the paint foremen would visit me on Monday. Each would spend enough time to fuck me twice each. Tuesday was the day that the electrician would visit. I saw more of him than I had expected because he was able to help us replace our aging appliances. I also would have the HVAC guy visit me if he was due. Any odd ball fucking I wanted to do was done on this day too. Wednesday was my shopping day. Between shopping, laundry, and other weekly chores I had little time for fucking around on that day. I also needed the rest. Thursday I would be visited by the landscaping crew. That turned out to be my favorite day. I loved getting gangbanged by these big black men. There was supposed to be only a three man crew, but often when we were done fucking there would be as many as five or six guys getting dressed. The only thing that would happen on Friday would be the paperboy. I got him to come by on Friday mornings to do some odd jobs and to collect for the newspaper.
         Cindy stopped me and asked me to repeat myself. She couldn’t believe that I had fucked the paperboy. I said that he was a delightful young man. He was 17 years old and got to take a few periods off from school on Fridays. He would come straight to my house to collect. I always had him collect first because he was young and could fuck all day long. Cindy said that she remembered him coming by all the time.
         But Cindy’s big question was about to come. She said that I had explained how this got started, but that was 9 years ago. She wanted to know why I hadn’t stopped. I told her that I had slowed down. I told her that I still see Bob, the electrician, the car mechanic, and the HVAC guy. From time to time we need work done on the house and I pay for it with pussy. I told her I didn’t stop because I never got tired of it. It was almost like a drug and I was hooked. I told Cindy that I had no plans on stopping. It was now a part of my life and I loved it. If she told on me then our life as she knew it would change forever. I said it was up to her.
         Cindy didn’t tell on me. As a matter of fact Cindy cut school on more than one day to spy on me. She would sneak back into the basement and watch me get gangbanged. I didn’t know she was doing this until one day the men caught her. I guess that was the day she got black fucked for the first time. I couldn’t stop it and watched as each of the five men took a turn with her, but that’s another story.
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