What was amusing to me was that so many parents would trust a 17 year old high school girl to babysit a 14 year old boy. But those same parents would never trust a 17 year old boy to babysit a 14 year old girl. Reality was a bit different from expectations, though. Angel appeared to be reserved and modest but she was actually far bolder than anyone guessed.

 

I always enjoyed it whenever Angel babysat for our family. In keeping with 1970s California fashion, she often wore tight fitting shorts or a denim miniskirt of the type that was so popular back then. Because of this, I always looked forward to observing her pretty legs and I was always alert for the brief times when she accidentally exposed her crotch and revealed a quick glimpse of her panties. Panty flashes were rare but the anticipation of getting such a thrill always kept my interest whenever she was around. I even began to suspect she subtly encouraged my voyeurism by arranging for “accidental” teasing panty flashes to occasionally occur.

 

During her visits, after she’d put my younger brother and sister to bed, she’d study her schoolwork while I watched TV. I was usually splitting my attention between watching the TV and trying to catch a glimpse up her skirt. I often noticed that she was heavily involved in reading a thick textbook called “Human Sexuality” for a physiology college prep class. I couldn’t help but notice that the part of the textbook that kept her most interested was the section that included drawings of the male reproductive anatomy.  She occasionally cracked jokes about it and I sometimes joked back but that was usually all our conversations amounted to.  I was usually more interested in looking at her legs than talking.

 

Over the course of several babysitting visits, I noticed her making more and more comments about the information she was reading. I was puzzled that the otherwise modest babysitter was becoming so forward as she rambled on about the sexual material she was studying. She started commenting about penis size, sperm content, ejaculation duration, etc. What was going on with her? I was puzzled about her behavior but I sure wasn’t complaining because I was already enjoying sexual thrills just from hearing her comments and jokes.  

 

I usually did much more listening than talking as she spoke. Even though she was 3 years older than me, I gathered from her comments that she had never seen a real live erection before. She seemed unusually interested in them but the tone of her comments told me she was frustrated because she’d never had the chance to see a real boner for herself. Yet Angel kept covering her comments with jokes so I never was completely clear whether she was just chatting or hinting something more. 

 

One night after a few of her usual jokes she held up her textbook for me to see. I was shocked to see a detailed drawing of a splendid erection. She grinned at me and then half-jokingly suggested that she needed a volunteer whose erection she could inspect so she could verify the accuracy of page’s drawing. I laughed because I was quite sure her class assignment didn’t actually require her to see a real penis to fulfill her project. Still, I didn’t mind where she was going with this topic because it was setting off all kinds of fantasies in my imagination. So, I decided to tease her back a bit by hinting that I might be interested in posing for her project. I was savoring the thrill of this flirting with her but I didn't really expect anything to come of it.

 

The conversation rambled on but then she suddenly returned to the original topic and she asked me again whether I wanted to pose for her. As usual, she tried to frame the inquiry as something of a joke but this time I didn’t think it was.  Intrigued, I decided to call her bluff and so I told her I’d do it for her. She got a big smile on her face, put her book down, and then said in an eager voice: “OK. Show me!”

 

My heart was fluttering and my face turned red as I asked her “Are you serious? Do you really want to see it?”

 

She nodded and grinned as she sat down on the couch to watch. Her miniskirt rode up as she sat back and crossed her pretty legs. The panty flash I was got was only adding to the heat building in the room. We were both a bit giddy from the anticipation of what might happen next. 

 

Now my bluff had been called. Would I muster the courage to bare my dong? My heart was pounding and I was getting really excited but I still wasn’t completely sure if she was joking or not. She might at any moment stop the whole episode by laughing at me and proclaiming what a sucker I was. But she seemed eager to do this and I was enjoying this game so had to do something quick before she lost interest.

 

What to do? Thinking it over quickly, I decided to bargain with her. I told Angel I’d pose for her only if she’d join me by dropping her skirt first. I thought for sure she’d refuse my demand, but, to my complete surprise she nodded in agreement. True to her word, she leaned back on the couch and unbuttoned her miniskirt while tugging it downward. She wriggled her waist and in a few seconds it dropped to her ankles revealing her narrow panties and those very pretty legs.

 

I could hardly believe what was happening here. Angel’s panties were made of nylon mesh so transparent she might as well have been wearing nothing. Obviously, she’d planned ahead for tonight’s activities because I could easily see her trimmed bush and pussy cleft as she reclined on the coach waiting for me to strip. The sight was intoxicating.

 

My heart was pounding as I decided to go for broke. With nervous fingers, I fumbled with my belt and zipper and began pulling down my shorts. Wasting no time, I dropped my briefs and stepped out of my pants while turning to face her with my cock hanging semi-hard right in front of her. This got her attention and she sat there on the couch watching what I had to show her. I couldn’t believe I was standing there with my growing cock practically right in Angel’s face but I was sure enjoying it.

 

My heart was pounding with pleasure and excitement as she stood up and stepped close in front of me. I loved staring at the beautiful curve of her waist and ass as she moved.  We both looked down and watched my boner growing longer and harder by the second. Soon it was fully extended and throbbing excitedly. It was pointing directly at her pussy, as if it knew exactly where it wanted to go from some kind of magnetic attraction. I could hardly believe this was happening to me but here it was. She was grinning from ear to ear as she moved as close in front of me as my extended boner would allow. She lightly touched my cock head with her fingers sending an electric thrill jolting through my body from the incredible pleasure of her unexpected touch. 

 

She was standing so close my throbbing cock head was brushing her belly button as she reached out to grasp me gently with both hands.  I was in absolute heaven as she gripped my shaft and her fingers carefully explored its length.  My breathing grew heavier and my heart pounded violently as her grip tightened around me. She squeezed it a bit, testing its firmness, and her face assumed a dreamy expression I had never before seen on a woman. Yet as we stood there together, she didn’t realize how excited I was getting as her knuckles nudged my swollen balls while the tip of my cock head rubbed the slick nylon of her panties.

 

It proved to be too much for me. Her scent, her breath, her closeness and the touch of her hands proved to be just too much. With her palms wrapped around me and her eyes closed in dreamy fantasy, I lost control and began squirting powerful jets of semen like a fire hose. Colorful lights exploded in my head from the intense pleasure of the ejaculation and I groaned in pleasure. It all came out in a veritable rush as streamers of semen flooded onto her belly, splattering her panties. When she felt the wetness spreading she giggled and squealed as she realized what was happening. Then her eyes grew wide with astonishment and wonder as she viewed the enormity of my explosion.  

 

Chuckling at my groans and convulsions, she finally had the presence of mind to point my boner away as I gradually finished squirting. She was as surprised as she was amused by how easily I’d been coaxed to ejaculation. When she began to realize how thoroughly she’d been soaked she looked at me, and then downwards at the mess, and then back at me with a look of wonder at the flood dripping down her torso. Tugging her sweater downwards, she attempted to wipe away the river of semen that was dripping down her belly and soaking right through her racy, transparent panties. The unabsorbant wool of her sweater only served to smear the globs of semen even more thoroughly onto her panties.

 

I watched her going through these futile efforts as I gradually regained my breath. I felt a wonderful sense of relief from the ejaculation but there was little else I could think to do as I stood there with my boner still sticking straight out and dripping the last of my load onto the floor. She failed in her attempts to wipe herself dry because her soaked panties were now clinging even closely to her crotch. Through the wetness I could even more clearly see her bush and the fold of her pussy.

 

She sighed and gave up her vain attempts to wipe her panties clean. Instead, she simply pulled her panties off to remove the sticky semen before it soaked further into her pussy crack. What a bonus thrill for me. The babysitter was baring her pussy now! She stepped out of the soaked panties, leaving them on the floor, and strode bottomless to the nearest bathroom where she retrieved some tissue paper to mop herself dry. It felt very odd to be watching the babysitter striding around our house wearing only a sweater as she attempted to clean my semen off her pussy.

 

After drying herself, she returned to the couch where I waited with a deflating boner that was sagging sadly downward. She stood there, nude from waist down, with a slightly annoyed look on her face for having had her evening suddenly spoiled in such a messy way. She wasn’t really mad, though, just surprised by what had happened. We’d both gotten to see what we wanted to see (and more) but it was clear she had explored enough of my penis tonight.

 

Still, I enjoyed the view as she bent over to retrieve her clothing from the floor. It wasn’t often that I got to view Angel nude and bending over in our living room. She  shoved the soiled panties deep into her purse where no one could see them. Then she stepped back into her skirt and hiked it up around her waist. It was clear she’d have to spend the rest of the evening pantyless and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her accepting the babysitting pay from my mother while wearing no panties under her skirt.

 

The thought of my mother arriving home reminded me to get redressed myself. Angel handed me a tissue and I cleaned the semen off myself before I replaced my briefs and shorts. In a few moments we were back in our original condition, or nearly so, except for the soiled panties in her purse. It had been a surprisingly satisfying evening that we managed to keep a secret between us.

 

To taste her sweet creamy flesh…

To feel himself clasped within her deliciously tight sheath…

Ben turned away from the window, and made his way back to the bunk-house, which he shared with the other slaves. It was crowded, and hot, and the strong smell of the combined hay and sweat was overpowering as he laying on his tiny bunk his mind drifting back to the Mistress.

She always treated him with respect, probably more then he deserved, considering his station, and over the years he had grown more and more fond of her. When he looked in her eyes, which wasn’t often, but when he did, he could see himself reflected there, not as an animal not even as a slave, but as a man.

As he lay there his mind drifted to the feel of her soft white flesh under his coarse hands and the beautiful contrast of his black skin against her white creaminess. Her long brown hair, those full pink lips….

At the thought of her lips he felt himself hardening again, his head filled with dirty little flashes of what it would be like to feel those lips wrapped around his large cock. Damn that would be fine. That hot little mouth sucking him dry, pumping his seed down her throat and watching her swallow every drop. As he fantasized his hand moved down to his now very stiff prick, gripping it tightly and taking long slow strokes, drawing out every sensation. By the way the Master ploughed her, he had the feeling that she’d never had a nice big prick thrust into her hot little mouth before – and as he stroked his cock, picking up speed with each pump, a plan formed in his very horny mind.

Eliza woke as usual at 4am, stretched her long arms and pushed back the blanket, averting her eyes from the view of her husbands’ naked body, splayed spread eagled on the bed.

She still couldn’t believe that her beloved father had given her to this rutting pig. Never once had he spared her a kind word, in fact he barely spoke to her at all, preferring to ignore her altogether. In the early months she’d tried desperately to earn his attention, hoping for at least a home of joint affection, possibly to blossom into love one day. But it wasn’t to be. He was constantly insulting, sarcastic, or simply indifferent to her, well except in the marriage bed of course. Oh yes he was very aware of her there. Not a night had gone when he hadn’t pounded out his own pleasure within her tight womanhood taking his intense rapture from her body, and caring nothing for her needs.

Sighing resolute, this was her place now, her life. But she had to admit, ever since that night he’d forced Ben to lay with her, she’d felt even more let down. Eliza wanted more, more from her life, more from her husband, more from lovemaking.

Down in the Kitchen, she worked busily, glad of a distraction, kneading the dough that would be todays’ bread. Suddenly the back door banged open and she felt her body stiffen as it always did now in response to Ben bringing in the firewood each morning.

“Morning Mam” he said gruffly as he lumbered by.

“Morning B – Ben”, she stuttered, every particle of her being aware of each sound he made, his footsteps, the sound of him dropping the wood into the pile, that soft song he sang under his breath. They all served to send her into a shambles of tingles and shivers as her down low place dampened and tightened with the need to have him within her again.

She suddenly realized that all the sounds had stopped, all but the sound of his harsh breathing close behind her. She stopped kneading, but didn’t turn.

“W – Was there something you wanted Ben?” she asked her voice barely audible, her body trembling like a fallen leaf, heart beat so loud, she was sure he could hear.

“Yes mam” he answered.

She felt him move closer, gasping when he gripped her slim hips, pressing his hardness against the back of her dress.

“B – Ben you overstep your bounds”, she spoke, trying to sound authoritive, “Please leave”

“Oh you don’t want me to do that – Eliza”

The sound of her name on his lips was almost too much. She felt her eyes close, overwhelmed by need. The need to turn to him, the need to touch him, to taste him, and that smell of freshly cut wood mixed with his sweat drove her to the edge of wanting.

He gripped her hips pulling her rhythmically against his hardness, his breathing becoming more strained. Pulling her long brown hair to the side, he gently kissed and nipped the junction of her neck and shoulder, eliciting a musical moan from between her slightly parted lips.

“Be mine Eliza” he spoke again, his voice so low, barely whispered in her ear, “Let me teach you things, let me take you to the places you want to go, let me give you what your pig of a husband can not”

“Ben Please” she pleaded, “Please stop, we can’t – I can’t”

“Yes you can” he growled, “You want me – you want to be my woman – And you won’t stop me, because you know that deep down you want to be my whore”

She gasped at his crude language, but it only served to heighten her excitement. It was true, she wanted to be his, desperately yearned to turn around and let him to do as he willed. But the Lady in her would not allow it. Her upbringing had been too strict, and she had been taught too well, but, oh god what he was doing with his hands felt so good.

“Stop thinking Eliza, let me teach you how to reach the stars, let me show you what you’ve been missing”

Before she could stop herself, she’d spun around in his arms. Her lips captured by his, taking her breath, and giving her new life. She felt herself lighten as she just let go, feeling as though she were floating, free. She couldn’t explain the uninhibited joy she felt in his arms, his mouth moving passionately over hers, his tongue gently prying open her soft lips, before delving in to explore her hot depths.

Too easily he lifted her off the floor, carrying her effortlessly and perching her on the edge of the table. His mouth and probing tongue never leaving hers, moaning as she began a rhythmic sucking, oh yes she was definitely catching on. At length he pulled back, his eyes nearly black with lust as he looked deeply into her glittering blue pools. He pushed her gently, so she was lying back on the table, and his eyes never leaving hers, he pulled up her skirts and removed her traditional underwear.

He dropped to his knees before her, parting her smooth white thighs to reveal her swollen womanhood to his greedy eyes, Breathed in her perfect scent.

“Damn you smell good”, he spoke, “and I bet you taste just as good as you smell”

“No!” she gasped sitting up suddenly, “You mustn’t”

Gently he pushed her back down.

“Trust me Eliza, let this be your first lesson”, he spoke, and before she could argue further, he gripped her upper thighs and held her still to his firm, wet tongue. Running it up the centre of her wet pussy and gripping her tighter as she convulsed, back arching, a shocked and rapturous cry escaping her lips. He was right, she tasted of the sweetest honey and fresh whipped cream, though he’d never been allowed to taste this things, this was how he imagined they’d be like. He knew he would never tire of those beautiful moans and cries he was pulling from her with each firm lick, stopping now to curl and quickly circling his tongue around her singing clit. He knew she was close, and soon she would be all his. Holding her body still to his onslaught, was no small feat, even with his tremendous strength, she still managed to writher and buck under his generous mouth, drawing another shocked cry from her as he drove his tongue into her tight hole, moving in quick and firm circles, bringing her every close to her much sort after reward. He knew that once he had her on the brink his plan would come into play and as her back arched just a little further, her mouth opening wider to gasp in more air, he knew it’s wouldn’t be long.

“Ben – Ben I – oh I”, her head strained back, lifting her neck and shoulders off the table, so close, she was so close. Then his mouth was suddenly gone and wave after wave of frustration flowed through her, so much she feared she would die, right this minute if he didn’t continue. “Oh please, Ben please – please don’t stop – AHH”, a little cry ensued as he stood, opened his dirty sackcloth pants, and pressed his now very hard prick against her wanton opening.

“What do you want Eliza? Is it this?” he pushed just a little, sinking a bare inch of his long thick shaft within her and smiling wickedly at her rapturous moan. Gritting his teeth in frustration as he withdrew, desperately trying to keep his head, to control his ever strengthening need to drive his full shaft into her tight little cunt. But he had to wait, thinking over and over, stick to the plan, it will all be worth it, just keep your horny head together for a little longer.

He dipped the tip of his throbbing cock inside, before withdrawing again, he was setting up a very stimulating rhythm, just teasing her, giving her the tiniest of tastes of what was to come, dipping inside and gritting his teeth to stop himself from plunging the depths, then pulling back, freeing himself from her tight passage.

Her mouth open wide, occasionally forming little Os, hips lifting to meet his shallow dippings, simultaneously loving this new form of half sex and wanting more. Slowly his hands slid up to grip her shoulders, pulling her up to sitting position so she was eye to eye with him. He looked deeply into those blue pools of lust, enjoying the site of himself reflected there.

“Now you listen to me”, he spoke his voice harsh and his breathing coming in ragged gasps, he pushed his large cock further inside, “from now on you’re Mine, do you understand? You belong to me – this tight cunt belongs to me!” he pushed in a little further, jaw clenched, “and any time I want to visit heaven you will allow me entrance” once again he began to withdraw, stopping as her hands quickly moved to grasp his tight buttocks, digging her nails into him in an effort to stop his exit.

“Please – Oh Ben please – I want – Ahh” she cried as he withdrew further.

“Swear”, he exited further, so that only the tip remained and captured within her tight pussy lips.

“Ben Please!” she almost screamed with her frustration.

“No!” he pulled fully out, the head of his now painfully throbbing black cock pressed against her opening, but he would push no further, “Not until you swear, swear to be mine, for me to take at any time. Swear or this ends right now, and I go to that pretty little house girl of yours. I happen to know for a fact that she’s very apt at riding a big cock like this, and I have no doubt that I could touch the stars inside her little cunny just as well – maybe better” This was a blatant lie, he had no interest in that silly little twit, but he knew Eliza would rise to the bait, and he was justly rewarded.

“Yes – I swear, what ever you want I swear, on my life, on my….” She was cut off as his mouth captured hers in a deep passionate kiss, sucking in her cry of pleasure/pain as he forcefully thrust his full thick length inside her. Finally giving in to the raging beast that was roaring within him, begging to be let free to ravish and plunder at its will.

Their mating was ravenous in its’ need for completion, together they set up a steady, but ever exciting rhythm of long, hard, and fast strokes both seeking their own stairway to heaven. Pulling from each other the ecstasy they sort.

Eliza wrapped her long legs around his back, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, gripping his shoulders for dear life, as he thrust again and again, bring her closer, closer, ever closer to the prize she so needed, the release she had been time and time again denied by her selfish husband. All of a sudden she was there, waves of hot, sweet honey, flowed through her entire body, starting at the place where he was stretching her beyond belief with his huge black cock. Each thrust of his manhood forcing another intense wave of burning ecstasy, all she could do was grip on to those strong broad shoulders as feel as wave after wave flooded her mind and body.

Thrilling with feminine pride as he gripped her hips tighter, bruising her delicate white flesh with those large black hands, pumping his cock ever faster, closing in on his own reward.

“Eliza! Angel Pie – only you – Oh lord” the exclamation escaping as he thrust once twice, and thrice blowing his lustful seed into her wanting cunt.

Later in the sitting room, she sat pondering the mornings’ activities. Dear god had she really sworn to be his? And what did he mean by “Any time”….?

Stay tuned for Chapter 3 – His Slave

Back to the original point. I met Brenda (not her real name) while going shopping with my girl friend and her mom. We had driven to Burbank to a tropical fish shop that they frequented. As soon as I walked in the door and laid eyes on this vision of loveliness, I was hooked. The girl behind the counter was absolutely beautiful. Now, so you get the picture, I have always had a system for women and girls. There is, not so good looking. Cute. Pretty. Beautiful and Gorgeous. There have been very few gorgeous women I have seen and fewer I have met in my fifty plus years. Many women that I thought were in that category, when I saw them on film or in a magazine, were actually down one or two notches in real life. It is amazing what a make up artist can do. So here I am face to face with a real beauty in the flesh.

I will try to describe her from memory. Remember this took place over thirty years ago, but she is burned into my memory banks. She was in her early twenties. Five feet six or seven. Long brown hair that framed her sexy face. Brown eyes that sparkled. A smile that made me hard every time. She had a sexy voice that I could listen to for hours. She had a full figure which I found out later was from a recent birth of her first baby. I'm sure she had lots more unless she took precautions, because she was sure to attract men for years to come. She had an infectous laugh which I made sure she shared with me often. I love to hear a woman laugh and enjoy herself. She had a big set of tits, no doubt from breast feeding her little one. She also had a very full butt that begged to be played with. I like a nice round, full, squeezable butt. In fact I love a curvy woman. You should see my wife. Curvy baby!! Think of a young Valerie Bertonelli from TV and you get an idea of what she looked like. Beautiful and very sexy. And as I would find out later, very horny.

As my girl and her mom checked out the fish, I checked out the fish store girl. I decided I was going to try to see if she might be available. I didn't have to worry about my girl getting jealous. Her only disappointment was she never got a shot at the fish store girl. Or maybe she did and she never told me. She did say she was very beautiful and that I should try and "get her". You see my girlfriend was in the habit of sharing me with her friends. Mostly with her best friend who was also four fooot eleven and very curvy. Except for their hair, they could have been body twins. So here I was asking all kinds of questions about fish. The more I showed an interest in fish and fish tanks and the like, the more Brenda showed and interest in me. At first I thought she only saw me as a dollar sign. But as time went by I saw the telltale signs of feminine interest. I never missed those signs and I wasn't about to let this one off the hook. As the "girls" decided what kind of fish to add to the tank and the horse trough feeder fish. I was trying to reel in a beauty of my own.

I found out she was separated from her husband. What a jerk is all I can say. Something about marrying to young or some other crap. If he never got back together with her, he was an idiot. I wish sometimes that I had never let her out of my life. She made me happy in so many ways. But then again I wouldn't have met my wife and that is a fairy tale come true. So all things happen for a time and reason. Before we left the store I was sure she was into me. The next week I made a trip to Burbank alone. I found Brenda working alone is the store and she really smiled big when she saw me walk in. I talked to her about a fish I really liked and wanted to buy. A "Ciditrophis Trideniger" (not sure of spelling) from lake "Tanyanekee" (spelling?) in Africa. Then I asked her if I could buy her a drink when she got off work. At first she said she didn't think so and I thought I had misread her interest. Then she made a phone call and told me she would love to have a drink with me when she got off. But she would have to make it a short one as she needed to get home to her baby. I met her at the restaurant bar she perferred and we had a wonderful time. I was really interested in seeing what she was like if I could get her alone. Somehow I must have sensed she would be very passionate in bed.

A month or so later I had bought the fish and a tank. Two weeks later the fish died. I played it big and she responded well. I was able to convince her that, only if she came to my place and allowed me to serve her dinner, would she make my fish disaster right. What a line. She probably saw right through my lame story but I would later find out she was as hot for me as I was for her. Dinner was good and she was a delight in private. After dinner she asked to use the bathroom before she headed home. I was so hot for her by now I had to take a chance. So while she was in the bathroom I stroked myself to full erection and waited for her to come out. As she emerged I took her in my arms and kissed her. She was an amazing kisser. Her passion for kissing was matched by her passion for fucking. As I kissed her I took her hand and placed it on my pants and erect cock. She moaned in my mouth. I knew I was about to see what this woman could do in my bedroom. I led her into the bedroom and began to undress her. I remember she was very white skinned like she had never seen the sun. Alabaster skin that was so soft I felt like I was caressing a babys skin. She had very big breasts. DD or bigger but she wasn't lactating. Her hips were wide and she had a very sexy gap between her legs that allowed me to see her puffy pussy lips while she was standing there letting me admire her body. I was not prepared for the woman I had brought into my bedroom.

She was very passsionate and very verbal. From the very beginning she let me know what she wanted and how she wanted it. She would moan and say "yes", "yes", whenever I did something she liked. If I tried to move on to another part of her body and she wasn't ready for me to leave, she would grap my head and say "don't stop that". I was smart enough to follow her lead. Even though we were about the same age I could tell she had more experience in passionate love making than I did. I knew how to fuck. She knew how to make love. And she proved to be a very good teacher. As I licked and sucked my way around her body she would constantly shout out words of encouragement and words of passion. Shouting is the operative word here. Her moans and nasty words were flowing out of her and they were in stark contrast to her very proper and innocent demeanor. She was a lady in public and a whore in bed. Perfect! I had been licking her pussy for a while when she suddenly begged me to "stick that big cock in my pussy now". I slid up her body and placed my cock at her pussy. She didn't wait for me to find the mark. She grabbed my cock and put it where she obviously needed it. She then took full control and told me what to do. "Faster"! "Harder"! "Slower"! "Faster"! "Long full strokes". "Short stabbing strokes". She had me in her control and I was glad to do all she asked as I had never seen such passion from a woman before. I was spellbound and loving it. As she neared orgasm she began getting really loud, yelling "faster",  "harder", "faster", "harder", "deeper", "oh fuck yes" and more. As she came she shouted out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" really loud and she was doing things with her pussy that I never knew were possible. I know now that she was a squirter. She completely soaked my sheets when she came. I thought she might have peed, but she did that before we went to bed. No she was a squirter and I wish I could find another one like her. It is an incredible feeling when a woman comes that completely with you. Also it felt like her pussy was milking my cock. Her muscles would tighten at the bottom and work there way to the opening and it was working. She shouted for me to "cum in her pussy" and "do it now". I obviously complied. What an orgasm. The best of my life. What a woman. I was glad I had not given up on her when the going got rough. She was worth every ounce of gasoline it had cost and all those hours spent in the store trying to win her over. Little did I know she was smitten from the beginning like I was. Only her proper upbringing had kept her from attacking me at the store itself. What a Woman indead.

As we were lying there in post orgasmic bliss, we heard a voice coming from outside my bedroom window which overlooked the pool. A male voice was imitating her saying "harder", "faster", "deeper", "oh yes, fuck me, fuck me". We couldn't help but be embarassed but at the same time we found ourselves laughing and enjoying the fact that we had just entertained the whole Saturday night pool crowd. After that night I got a lot of appreciative smiles from the guys in the complex. They were obviously impressed and probably a little jealous. The women on the other hand started giving me the cold shoulder. As if I was the only nasty one in the complex. I was just the only one who forgot to close their window before they launched into a hot fuck session. The girl next door was the worst. She had been friendly and even flirtatious before and now she looked at me with disdain and wouldn't even talk to me. I think she was mad it wasn't her that was moaning and shouting. After Brenda left, I changed the sheets and went to bed with the most satisfied feeling I had ever felt. I fell asleep thinking about the next time I would have a chance to sample her brand of passion. She was indeed the best I ever had.

In the next installment I will share my next encounter with the lucious Brenda. A New Years Eve celebration. Two couples. A drinking and stripping game and side by side fucking. Stay tuned.

P.S. Brenda, if your out there and happen to read this story, you know your real name and you know just by reading who I am. I would love to hear from you. Why not write your own story about our first encounter. Tell your side of the story so to speak. I think the readers would find it interesting to hear what you were thinking and experiencing at the time. Hope you enjoyed.

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                                       Angie’s Surprise ---chapter two

We left Angie’s place of ‘work’ and slowly walked to my truck in the dark parking lot behind her ‘work’ place. Angie began to get a little giddy as soon as we were out of sight and around corner of the building. Initially her demeanor for the day was more towards being sexually suggestive. Now she began trying to be a hands on girl by giving me a goose, trying to tickle and grab me by the cheeks of my ass.

I grabbed her both arms and placed them around my waist and pulled her in close. Immediately she was back being very seductive …. kissing me passionately and caressing the cheeks of my ass and pulling my hips into hers as she softly growled deep in her throat.

 She went to kissing my ears and whispering “We need to get to the truck before I take off your pants and mine right here in the parking lot!”

Looking back toward the building I whispered jokingly “I thought that one of your girl friends would be coming along with us.”

“You silly goose---you have no idea just how much of a woman you have your arms around.  You couldn’t handle another woman tonight!”

I jokingly looked around and over her shoulder back from where we had just come while in a mildly sarcastic voice I murmured “Right”.

Before I could react, she had opened my shirt and bit my chest just below my neck and held on with her teeth. I winced in pain from her bite which was not in any way sensual, sexual, or enjoyable. Immediately, Angie sensed from my body english that she had over played her situation and had really hurt me. She slinked and cooed and kissed her bite location while apologizing over and over for what she had done.

“I have to make that up to you silly goose. I think I had too much to drink! Do you still love me?”

In actuality, the pain stopped quickly but I milked the situation for all its merit and needed comfort while I gently caressed Angie’s magnificent breasts lightheartedly explaining that it made the discomfort of the bite less painful. It didn’t take her long to see she had been suckered. She kissed me quickly and began to once again lead me quickly towards my truck.

“Come on silly goose you are mine and all mine and no other woman is going to have you tonight…… so get ready!” She held both of my hands and pulled me long just about skipping like a young kid. Her playfulness was contagious as she gleefully radiated her joyfulness.

By the time we reached the truck she was in a very playful mood. I opened her door and she leaped into the seat and moved across to unlock my side door. When I opened my door she was already on my side of the seat and all over me pulling on me to come from behind the steering wheel.  She unbuttoned my shirt and sat on my lap, facing me in a kneeling position as she began to run her fingers over and around my nipples. I enjoyed this type of foreplay and I responded by getting heated very quickly.

 She lifted her tank top, put her hard and erect nipples against mine and rubbed them together as we kissed. Her kiss caused a queasy feeling in my chest. I moved to her nipples and begin kissing and rolling my tongue around one of her erect nipples. Her body movements announced that her nipples are obviously one of her important erogenous zones.

 Angie’s whispering to me to “Bite my tits easy baby” played with my emotion.

She then moved my face away from her nipples and kissed me with passion.  At that moment I did not care if it was me or just anybody. Angie began to loose control and I could sense her vulnerability … she was now hot and wanting.

 I now became the aggressor as I push her down on the seat and backed away and over her … opening the passenger side door of the truck. The moon light provided enough light to see but not enough for some details. I slid out and stood on the ground pulling Angie by her hips to me to get into a position to remove her thong. I did not hear any complaints of being fast nor did I sense any effort of opposition. 

She held one leg high behind the knee and placed the other leg over my shoulder. There was a little gaiety associated with the splaying of her legs and a giggly “Oh yes!” which seemed to be a happy commentary of encouragement. I approached my endeavor with enthusiasm along with my tongue, lips and fingers. I was now excited along with a bit of giddiness on my part. When I uttered an “Oh yummy” she began to softly laugh. It’s apparent that we are in a state of playfulness and not very passionate ….yet … hopefully that was going to change!!!

 I wet three of my fingers and thumb in my mouth and slid two fingers up and into her wet pussy full depth while placing my thumb on her clit. My initial intrusion was a desire to go deep into Angie’s pussy and to reach her “G” spot in an attempt to see if I can get her hot enough to squirt.

But I was taken back by what I could feel with my thumb. Angie’s luscious clit was huge, protruding and hard to the touch ….it felt as long as the first joint on my thumb. My first thought was it can’t be ….no one has a clit that big … no it can’t be …. but it is!!!! Oh yes it is!!!!!!.  Well maybe it just feels that big but it sure is exceptional.  It’s like a tiny cock.!!!!

Her clit was by far the largest clit I had ever come across in all of my limited experiences. I wiggled my fingers as I pressed and slid my thumb over her clit. Ohh yes !!! It was bigger than large … protruding and stiff to my touch… definitely larger than anything I had the pleasure to taste before.

 My face, neck and back flushed with the emotional rush of what I had found!!!  I definitely wanted the pleasure to feel it with my tongue …. suck on it gently and taste all her now seeping wetness. I needed to have my mouth buried in Angie’s love box  …alternating licking and rubbing her extraordinary large clit until she pumped so hard I had to back off a little with my mouth and concentrate on using my thumb and fingers. I left the idea of going to her “G” spot to make her squirt  ….I’ve been to a woman’s “G” spot a couple of times before ….but her extraordinary sized clit ….this …..this was an extraordinary find for me. I want to explore more of what I’ve found!

Angie’s hands were trying to touch me everywhere. The whispering of “Right there, right there baby ….don’t stop!” stirred me emotionally.  I sensed I was pleasing her immensely. I wanted to be the best of her lovers! This woman was something special… very special.

 I quickly began to feel her elation. I also felt the little quivering in my stomach muscles ….the beginning of tingling on the back of my neck and across my shoulders … my breathing was quickening …a drop of perspiration left my forehead and flowed swiftly into my eye.  I needed to blink and squelch the smarting of the salty droplet that had found its way into my eye..  I knew to not withdraw my fingers from their dedicated task… noooo ….. it would break the emotional bond that had now coupled us in the beginning of our sexual liaison.

 I was struck by the excitement and joy to explore the region surrounding that lovely nub once hidden and protected by the lips of her now wanting pussy. I finally sucked in the large elongated clit with ease … holding it within my mouth with suction as I ran my tongue around and around it like a little hard cock. Oh fuck is it big!!! Flicking my tongue rapidly over Angie’s clit sent her into a pumping frenzy while uttering loud moans of deep pleasure followed by a series of what sounded like joyful sobs. The little giddy fits of laughter were no longer heard … just some soft moans along with the inhaling of deep breaths and frequent “ Ooh ---Ooohhhs”.

 Damn I now was hot too!!! What a rush of sensations… I had to rub my cock against anything I could touch on the edge of the front seat.  She was in total bliss, sobbing repeatedly as her hips slowly lifted to as high as she could lift them. I was now totally dedicated to bringing Angie to what I felt was going to be a sensual climax. She was at the top of her hip lift while uttering a series of long drawn out “Oooohhhhhhh!” followed by sobs of great pleasure and calling out my name several times and further pumping. I crossed linked my fingers together and placed my hands just below Angie’s belly button in an attempt to control some of her forceful  pumping of her wet pussy against my face  while I continued sucking on her little cock and rapidly flicking my tongue all around it.

She drew a series of deep breaths by making long slow inhaling sound between her lips followed now by a soft ohhhh and then whispering “Ohhhhh baby ….I’m going to cum… I’m close ….I’m going to cum  …I’m CUMMMMMMING!”

 I felt her belly muscles ripple with the multiple contractions …. the result of her convulsive climax as she pressed my face against her pussy. Angie moaned once more and then very slowly settled down on the front seat in a post climatic letdown.

Here I had come to fuck her with my cock and she fucked my face with her own small cock instead …. and now she had climaxed.

Well now it was my time to satisfy my passion … suck in all her sweet pussy juice that was flowing from between her pussy lips. Angie must have squirted a bit without any help from me …I didn’t need to caress her special spot in side her delicious pussy. Her pussy and the inside of her legs and down her ass were slick and wet. The truck seat under her ass was wet. Much of my face around my mouth, nose, cheeks and chin were wet from her love juice. Damn her juice seemed to be every where as I licked my lips and wiped my chin against the truck seat. 

I returned to lick and suck in all her wetness I could get to ... and there was a lot. It’s my passion … I never can get enough … Angie was really special and another good tasting woman … and what a beautiful stiff nub to suck on and dream about during the day and night!   Especially the night.!!

At first Angie was excited with my efforts to dive into her crotch and continue kissing and lapping while I made little sounds of delight for a few seconds. Angie’s hips slowly nestled back down on the seat and she gently pushed my face away with a soft “Stop I can’t take it anymore.”

She was pushing me away???!!!  Did she say “Stop.” I can’t just stop! I needed to lick her pussy more!!!! My cock was still flipping up from my muscle contractions … pumping against open air … wanting to be somewhere else …waiting to be wet and warm!! I was so horny I was beside myself. What does stop mean???? Look at my cock thrashing at the open air!!! Look at it!

Angie relaxed for a minute and then slid out and off the front seat … holding me close. I had to support most of her weight as she hugged me close. My cock was throbbing for attention. It did feel better touching and rubbing against Angie’s wet crotch and hip compared to rubbing against the front seat. But there was an immense desire in my cock to be somewhere else.  She knew that she had to do something for me.

 “Oh you did me good! I feel like I have weak knees. I can’t stand up yet.”  Angie kissed me and whispered in my ear “I just need to rest for a minute and then I’ll be ready to make you feel good too. Please hold me tight!”

I held her close as she asked “Did you find something down there between my legs that you liked?” It’s all yours any time you want it …if you do me again like you just did!”

I had no problem promising to do a follow up exploration. It was an extraordinary and delicious surprise. What a special clit. What a delectable baby cock. What a rush!

    I spoke softly “We are both standing here bare ass naked in this bright moon light!” I am worried some one would just drive up on us. We were not to worry …no one would come here.

Dad slammed the phone down in disgust and I watched his naked figure walk past me to the closet.

“Uncle Dave again?” Sara asked.

“Your aunt kicked him out and he needs a place to stay,” Dad replied, throwing on some trousers.

I watched this whole scene in front of me in amazement. I couldn’t believe how my sister was just laying there completely naked spread eagled on my dad’s bed and fingering herself. Meanwhile she was carrying on a conversation with my father as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening!

“He’s a loser, why does Brenda keep taking him back?” Sara rolled her eyes in disgust as dad finished getting dressed and walked past me again to grab his car keys off the nightstand.

“You two get dressed and get to bed, I don’t want your uncle to find you like this when he gets here.”

“How longs he gonna be here this time?” Sara asked.

“I don’t know, probably take a day or two before your aunt forgives him and takes him back.” Dad stopped beside me on the way out the door and put a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry son, you won’t be a virgin for too much longer.” He said with a slight grin. “Oh and pleeeease don’t do anything while your uncles’ here.”

 

 

 

 

That night I must’ve set a new record for jacking off and a quick one again in the morning when the alarm went off. I walked to school with my sister as I always do, but this time it was different. We didn’t say much and I couldn’t help glancing at her slim and gorgeous body from time to time. I probably had a hard on right up till we got to school. I had gotten a taste of my sister last night and I didn’t care anymore. As I set bored to tears in French class I made up my mind then and there. I wanted…no, I needed to fuck my sister I didn’t care about the consequences anymore.

 

 

 

School finally came to an end for the day and I caught up with Sara in the parking lot. It was only a ten-minute walk home and if I was going to make a move I knew it had to be soon. My legs were trembling so much I thought I would fall over. I was scared to death, part of me didn’t want to go through with it, but my aching hard on was encouraging me to make a move.

 

“Hey sis,” I began slowly. “Were you umm, really gonna let me… you know… last night?” She slowed her pace and turned to me with a grin from ear to ear.

 

“You should’ve seen the look on your face,” she said trying not to laugh. “I thought you were gonna shit yourself!”

 

“Yeah well I bet you were nervous too when you first started doing this stuff,” I tried to sound mad, but the best I could do was turn my head in embarrassment. “So were you really going to let me?”

 

“Well yeah,” Sara replied, her voice taking on a more serious tone. “It would’ve been so cool to do it with my big brother. Especially since you’re the only one of us that’s still a virgin. I like that!”

 

“But you’re doing it with your own family!” I protested. I didn’t really care anymore, but I just wanted to know how she felt about it.

 

“Hey if it bothers you, you can stay a virgin for a few more years! Mr. Peeping Tom.”

 

“I didn’t say it bothered me,” I didn’t mean to, but I think the lust I was feeling right now slipped into my tone of voice.

 

We walked in silence for another minute. I knew uncle Dave would be at the house for a couple of days and I couldn’t wait that long to finish what we started last night.

 

 

“You wanna fuck me don’t you?” Now that caught me by complete surprise. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at her. I wanted to say yes, but my mouth was suddenly so dry I couldn’t speak. “You know we’re not suppose to, you heard dad. We gotta wait for Dave to leave so we don’t get caught.”

 

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat. “Well… dad doesn’t have to know either. I mean, he’s at work for another hour.”

 

“Uncle Dave’s there.” She stated flatly. Was she trying to talk me out of it? “But we could sneak into the garage.”

 

I smiled at her and we didn’t speak another word, just hurried home. We made it to the garage and there was no sign of uncle Dave. The Garage door was closed but there was just enough light to see what we were doing.

My hormones were racing, my dick ready to pop out of my shorts. I was about to fuck my sister in our very own garage. Right where dad would park his car less then an hour from now!

The floor was concrete, but Sara found an old blanket and spread it out. We stood at either end of the blanket and stared at each other for a good minute, nobody making a move. I don’t know if I was more horny or nervous, my mind was in frenzy.

“I bet you want me to start right?” I nodded, unable to speak at that moment.

My mouth dropped open as Sara lifted her tank top over her head, revealing just the slightest sign of her young breasts beginning to form. She was only 11 remember, so a bra wasn’t in the equation just yet. She eased off her jean shorts and turned around. I could barely make out her ass cheeks through her thin little panties. I felt my hand slip into my shorts as she slipped off her undies and her smooth, hairless ass hung there within arms reach of me.

I was actually starting to drool and I had to wipe my mouth as she turned and faced me, her perfect little clit and hairless pussy right there for my eyes to see.

 

“Your turn.”

 

It took me a moment to snap out of my daze and realize what she meant. I fumbled with my shirt, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf.

 

“I’ll help,” Sara quickly crossed the blanket and knelt down in front of my shorts as I dropped my shirt. She dropped my shorts and boxers all in one motion, not wasting any time. Was she just as horny as I was?

 

“This is what I wanted to do last night,” she whispered. I felt my cock slip into her warm, wet mouth and my knees began to tremble as I got my first blowjob ever from my sister! But it was less then a minute before my cum was building up at a record pace. Somehow she must’ve sensed it because she took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me with a big grin.

 

“Already?”

 

She stood up quickly and turned around, pressing her ass against my hard cock she reached around and grabbed my waist, pressing me hard against her as my cock erupted and I shot a load that went from her ass right up to the middle of her back! I was over come by pleasure and I had to wrap my arms around her to keep from falling on my face.

 

“Were not gonna get very far if you keep doing that.” She sounded serious, but I knew she was only mocking me. “I bet you’ve never tasted a pussy before.”

 

I shook my head no and I watched as she lay down on the blanket, spreading her legs for me.

“Come on. I’ll show you how while your dick recovers.”

 

I lay down between her legs, unable to believe what was happening. I was getting a crash coarse in sex Ed from my younger sister!

 

I put my face to her little pussy and just started licking, not really knowing what I was doing.

 

“No not there,” she lifted my head to her clit. “Right there, up and down really fast, pleeeese.”

 

I obeyed her command and as my tongue worked feverishly at her little clit I took in the taste. It was like nothing I’d ever tasted before. Ohhh soooo sweet and-and the smell was to die for! Her little pink clit was so tinny, it couldn’t have been any bigger then the tip of my finger, but she was enjoying it. Her breathing was getting heavier and her body was beginning to twitch every time my tongue made another pass.

 

“P-Put a finger in my pussy!” She gasped. “But not too far!”

 

I eased my finger inside just until I saw my nail disappear and I heard her let out a gasp. She suddenly arched her back and I barely managed to stay with her.

 

“Stop! Stop!” She cried.

 

I pulled back quickly and looked up into her face, thinking I had hurt her or done something wrong.

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

“Nothing,” she panted. “I don’t want to cum until you fuck me that’s all. Looks like your ready.”

 

She noticed my cock standing up and saluting again and signaled me to get on top. My stomach was in a knot from the exhilaration I was feeling. Finally it was going to happen!

 

“You have to pull out when you’re ready to cum,” she instructed me. “I can’t get pregnant by my own brother!”

Quickly she guided my cock to the opening of her cunt and told me to push nice and easy until the head popped in.

“Ok shove it in…. HARD!” I obeyed and as my cock slid all the way inside her she let out a little scream that someone must’ve heard. But at this point I didn’t care. I lost my breath as what felt like electricity shot through my whole body. From my cock to the tips of my toes to the top of my head. For an instant I couldn’t move the pleasure was so intense.

 

“Do it! Please Jason, do it!” Sara begged me. “I gotta cum soon!”

 

Without further instruction I began to pump my sisters pussy faster and faster feeling my own orgasm rising to the surface and begging to be let out. By now I was shoving so hard we were off the blanket and on the cold concrete garage floor, but we didn’t care.

 

“Jason I’m gonna cum!” Her whole body shook with a massive convulsion and as her pussy tightened around my cock I felt my sperm drill the back of her cunt, Forgetting what she had said about Cumming inside, we both screamed in unexpected pleasure as I held my cock inside of her as deep as I could. The electricity I felt at the beginning was almost more then I could take now. My cock was so sensitive that I couldn’t move it in or out of her soaking pussy. I collapsed on top of my sister and she wrapped her arms around my back, both of us trying to catch our breath.

 

Finally my cock fell limp and out of Sara’s cunt; as it did I locked eyes with her and we both smiled. However the smiles didn’t last long.

“Holy shit! You came inside me! I could get pregnant… dad we’ll kill us!”

I didn’t have time to reply as the sound of a car pulling in the driveway got my full attention…. Dad was home!

 

 

 

 

To be continued