Fucking with StepDad Ch. 04

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Dilton’s POV

I smirk when Jason throws his bag on the floor and wastes no time in walking over to me. He hoists my legs higher and spreads them wider, shamefully looking at my gaping hole.

“That slutty hole wants to be fucked. Do you want to fuck it, ha? Want to spray your cum in that slutty hole? I promise you, I’ll keep it in me.”

He’s still silent, still fixated on my hole. God! He looks like he’s on the verge of eating me up. I don’t know how he’s still controlling himself because his cock wanting to break out from his pants surely can’t.

“Jason, look at me,” I lift his face up. His eyes look very wild and rabid, he looks like he wants to tear me up and honestly? It doesn’t scare me at all. It excites me more that he’s looking at me like that. I feel so honored.

“Do you want to fuck that slutty hole?”

“Fuck yes!”

He pounces on me but I push him away, wanting him to control himself. He can’t fuck me that easily, not when he made me chase after him. I will not give it to him after teasing me those weeks! Hell no!

“What the fuck Dil!” He growls.

Oh god! That nickname again! But this time, I’ve come to like it. It sounds so hot.

“Eat that fucking ass! Come on Jason!”

He quickly kneels down and begins eating my hole out. I sigh as I put my legs wider around his head, tightening around it when his teeth suddenly begin biting on the rim. And his tongue! His tongue is slicking inside me.

Fuck! I will never be tired to be eaten out. It’s so addicting!

I begin moving my hips on his face again while my hand controls his head.

“Yeah! Fuck that ass with your tongue! Eat me! Fuck!!!”

I begin playing with my nipples. Fuck!!! I’m Eskort Kız really living the life, don’t I? Being eaten out like this on our table with my very own stepfather.

Ugh!

Slamming my ass against his face, I suck my own fingers just because I want to feel sucking something while my hole’s being eaten out. I also don’t know why but I just feel very complete feeling my two holes filled.

Then, I whine when I feel Jason suddenly stopping me. Before I could ask what’s the reason for the sudden stop, I feel Jason’s hand pulling my fingers away from my mouth.

I glare at him. What the hell is wrong with him?!

But my anger dissipates when Jason sucks my own slicked fingers with my own saliva. Oh god! That looks so hot!

I sigh at him in glee feeling his tongue tangling around my fingers. Even his tongue feels pleasant. What is not pleasurable with this guy?! Honestly, he’s so perfect!

And his warm mouth! Ugh! I want my nipples to be sucked by that tight warm talented mouth. I bet it would feel better if my nipples are also given the same treatment.

I move my fingers in his mouth, wanting to feel his sinful delicious tongue around my digits.

“Suck on my fingers, Jason,” I mewl. “Just like that! Fuck!”

He then pulls my wet fingers out and caresses his naked body with it. Because of being too focused on other things, I now only realize that he’s naked. He must have removed his clothes when he’s kneeling on the floor making a mess on my ass.

He let my fingers play with his nipples. So I did, I thumb his nipples, my fingers grazing on his hardened nubs.

“Fuck! Dil!” He moans, his body arching when I pinch his nipples hard.

I smirk. Oh. So he wants his nipples to be played just like that, huh?

I sit up on the table and quickly wrap my mouth and tongue around his man tits. I suck on them hard while my other fingers twist his nipples earning more moans from him. Damn! Jason is a bit of a slut as well and his nipples are his weakness.

I bite on them from time to time. Sucking them hard. I then reach out for his balls and wrap it with my warm palm, squeezing them that makes him growl at me.

“You do think you deserve some punishment for all those teases you did, yeah?”

Jason tries to surge forward and attack me but I control him by squeezing his balls and biting his nipples hard. He immediately halts and squeezes his eyes shut.

I smirk. Now that I know his weaknesses, he’s probably my slave now.

But my happiness is short-lived. Because not more than a minute later while I’m enjoying my sweet tortures I pour out on his body, I suddenly find myself hitting the table with a loud thud.

Jason pushes me hard on the table and traps my hands above my head. I growl at him and try to engage him in a kiss but Jason leans in and savor my nipples.

I quickly feel my body weakening for him. Now, I’m no more than a slut of his. His teeth wrap around my nipples and nibble on them.

“Fuck! Jason! Fuck me!” I wrap my legs around his waist telling him that I want to be fucked right now. Hard. By his huge cock. And not with his tongue anymore.

To my great surprise, Jason finally slides his cock inside me, pushing it in me to the hilt. Filling me to the brim.

“FUCK!” I scream out loud.

Finally. My empty hole is filled with his huge cock. Ugh! I’ve been waiting for this moment and it’s finally here. I don’t want to let go of his cock again. I feel addicted of it all of a sudden.

I just want to be fucked by him all day long.

Will my mother notice if Jason’s always in my room? I can say Jason’s helping me with my assignment. Or if I started cutting classes? Just so Jason would fuck me in my room? Because I don’t think I’ll get use to this feeling. I just want him always burying his cock in me.

If only that’s possible. Fuck it!

I hug him. “Thank you, Jason,” I whisper against his lips, giving him a sweet smile. “Thank you for putting your cock in me.”

I am very grateful with him.

I thought Jason felt the same thing as well because he seems a soft man to be. He’s like the person who I know… I hope… we could be something more. He’s the man I know who’s not in it for love… I guess.

But I thought wrong.

Jason looks at me with an odd expression in his eyes and when I lean in for a kiss, he pushes my head back on the table and bury his fingers in my mouth while his animalistic pace abuses my prostate.

“J-jason,” I weakly call out but he adds more fingers in, choking me.

“Shut up you fucking cockslut, I don’t want to hear you!”

He fucks me harder and rougher, his balls slapping against my ass and his hands seemingly like he wants to bury me on the table. His fingers still fucking my throat.

Fuck! Jason is a fucking alpha and honestly, I love it!

He then pulls out his fingers and caress my face and my body with his wet fingers, wetting me with my own saliva.

He really loves messed up sex! Ugh!

But before he could pull out of me wanting a different position, we both hear, “Honey?” Coming from the entrance.

I sigh in disappointment. What the fuck?! I thought that bitch will be late!

Damn it!

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Screams emanated throughout the room echoing off the walls filling the house with that unmistakable feeling of tension and anger. Jen and Scott would scream at each other all the time unable to communicate. It seemed that most of the time their arguments were about nothing of any importance. It was just that their inability to communicate with each other had caused small things to become bigger or more of a problem then they would ordinarily be. The truth was that they never agreed on anything anymore and peace was something that seemed to be impossible. The children would lock themselves in their rooms and play their music and video games trying to drown out the sounds of their parents. The children were used to the arguing, but that did not mean they enjoyed hearing it on a daily basis. They much preferred to pretend they were oblivious to what was happening. It was almost as if they thought that ignoring it all would make the fighting stop.

Jen, (the mother) was sorry about the home environment that her kids were growing up in, but she could not see any alternative. She was in no way ready or strong enough to pack up her things and leave. Even though she knew that her husband Scott didn’t care about her anymore there were other things that made her stay. There were her children whom she adored and loved, and the nice house with all her things. She also felt that staying with her husband preserved the family unit. However, that was not the case because the house was obviously no more then a broken home. People may argue this, but sometimes she wondered; isn’t divorce better than a harsh and angry marriage in a home filled with negative emotions? She also wondered; would her children not rather see their parents separate and with some sense of peace, than together and filled with resentment? In addition to the children there was the style of life with the country club membership and the circle of friends, which included the dinner parties.

It was these things that Jen held onto desperately trying to milk every ounce of satisfaction that they gave her. However the satisfaction was slim to none. Her house was not a home and had not been for years. So yes she had lots of accessories and things, but she would rather have her husband love her. However, that just wasn’t happening. He didn’t even respect her anymore. It was as if he had put her in her place a long time ago and this she knew. It wasn’t to say she was content to be there, but rather that she just couldn’t build up the courage to stand her ground. To say I won’t take it anymore; either treat me with some respect or I am out of here. She would always talk about how this time he had gone too far and that if it didn’t get better she would be out of there. But it was always just talk and never anything more. For in reality she never had the courage to see it through, and beyond that she still loved her husband. Even after everything he had done and put her through, she still loved him.

Truthfully she was in love with the man that he used to be. The one she had fallen in love with. She would think back to how they had met all those years ago. She had been a young woman at a university and in her opinion prettier and more confident. She had been in the line at the dining hall when he had walked by with his football buddies. He had looked at her and smiled and she was taken by his handsome face and presence. He had been tall and strong and with this blonde hair and baby blue eyes. All of her friends had turned their heads and said wow when he had smiled at Jen.

“He is so gorgeous,” one of them said.

“He is quite handsome,” Jen said with an excited giggle.

Scott and his friends had their own little conversation.

“Who is that pretty girl?” Scott asked?

“That’s Jen, she’s a friend of my girl Katie,” one of his friends stated.

An introduction was soon arranged and thus their courtship started. Scott had been sweet and such a gentleman during that time. Plus he was a handsome football star and this allowed Jen big access into the social scene, and significantly elevated her status. They had been exclusive all through college and one of the most recognized couples on campus. It had been a wonderful time in her life and she longed for those days. She longed for them with all she had. Jen remembered senior year homecoming. It had been a brisk fall day as she sat in the stands watching the big game. Scott had scored the winning touchdown and the crowd had gone wild. Later that evening they had been walking back from a party, where on the main quad, by the light of the moon and stars he got down on his knee and proposed. It had solidified the relationship they had been building over the years. She could not believe sometimes where that man had gone and who he had become. Just when had her husband transformed into the overweight and insensitive jerk that cared nothing about her feelings?

She thought also about herself and wondered when she had gotten so old? Jen found herself to be aged and unattractive as if her youthfulness Eskort had all vanished. She would look at herself in the mirror and think; did I get too big? Are their hints of gray in my hair? Is that why he doesn’t look at me the same?” However, in truth she was only in her 40’s and still a beautiful woman underneath it all, but she just didn’t see much reason to show that anymore. She felt the efforts to take the time and preserve her beauty were simply lost on her husband and her family. No one ever took any notice and this discouraged Jen, so only on rare occasions did she allow her true beauty to shine through. However, still it was there for anyone who cared to notice. She had silky brown hair that fell about her shoulders and was soft to the touch. It looked really nice when she let it grow and be well cared for. However, sometimes she didn’t have the strength in her, and she would cut her hair short, and it with it would go all of the potential. In addition, Jen had these deep dark eyes that allowed you to look into her soul. She had become more reserved over the years and it had been a long time since she had allowed anyone to look at her that way. She also had this beautiful smile that was accented by her glistening white teeth. Her body may not have been what it used to be, but it was full and shapely. Of course there were some signs of aging and Jen dwelled on these rather on the fact that she still looked quite good considering all she dealt with on a regular basis.

But there was so much more still. Jen’s so-called friends really didn’t know who she was. What they knew was nothing more then an act in which Jen and her husband would play their respective roles. If you were to imagine them as merely actors you would have to say that they were of Oscar quality. For Scott seemed like such a regular guy with always something witty to say. But in truth behind closed doors he was no more than a pompous asshole. His muscular frame had turned to fat and flab over the years. After college Scott had thrown many of his exercise and eating habits away. He now ate what he wanted and drank too much beer and rarely exercised outside of his construction work business. Jen these days had learned to smile on the outside when she was crying on the inside. She was in no way completely innocent because no one is perfect. She knew she had somehow unwittingly contributed to her situation, but she also knew underneath it all she was a good person who just wanted to be understood and loved.

Few people knew the real Jen and the truth of what went on inside the household. Brian was one of these people who really knew Jen better than most. He liked to believe that he was a true friend to her and someone that she could count on. He had been around her and her family for quite sometime now. Their families had all met each other through common free time activities, like tennis and other sports. Brian was now a young man in his early twenties and of average height. He was not overly attractive nor would he have stood out in a crowd. However, he was lean, strong and handsome in his own way. Brian had a thick head of dark hair and blue eyes that stood out against his hair. When one first met Brian they would notice his strong hands and firm handshake.

Brian in the past had become a good friend with Jen’s oldest child Kevin who was about his age. Kevin was a nice boy, but he was very moody. Sometimes he would become upset and go off somewhere alone and pout. He would have his mini tantrum and return again sometime later like nothing had happened. He was an odd child and it was not until years later that Brian would realize why Kevin had acted the way he did, and that Kevin had only been a product of his household. Brian, his best friend Melissa and Kevin had all traveled with the same circle of friends at the time. They had spent much time together during summer camp and having parties at the houses of different people in the group of friends. They were all carefree young teenagers who had their whole lives ahead of them and they just wanted to have a good time. But much time had passed since then, things had changed and the three of them really weren’t so close anymore. The whole group had grown up and gone their separate ways. But that was really not of any importance to either of them. It was a whole separate story that would have to be told in its own time. Now Brian and Melissa were older. They had managed to stay friends over the years. Brian and Melissa had known each other almost their entire lives and there was not much that could hurt their friendship. Brian thought of her like a sister and he vowed that he would always be there for Melissa if she needed him; always as a true friend whom she could count on and nothing more or less. Brian valued friendship and he knew how hard friends like that were to find.

Over the years Melissa had been working for Jen and Scott watching the younger son and driving him around in high school and later in summer break during college. Due to the fact that she was Brian’s best friend he also became more involved with the family. Brian found himself hanging around them more and spending time at their house. Back in the beginning of it all he had noticed there was something special about Jen, but he never understood what. When they were younger the group would sometimes go to Kevin’s house. Jen would always be there with a smile on her face and a big bow in her brown hair. Brian had been too young to see through Jen’s glittery exterior. Now he knew that she had wonderful grace under pressure having survived all those years in what was obviously an unhappy marriage.

During the time that Brian spent around their family Jen became rather fond of him. To her he seemed to be a sweet and genuine young man, very different then her husband and sons. Perhaps this is what helped their friendship to grow. She had seen Brian grow up into the kind of man she wished her sons to be; one who was compassionate and understanding, but also smart and independent. Brian was someone who did not harbor feelings of anger and was capable of expressing his emotions at the appropriate times. As Jen became closer to Brian she allowed herself to open up to him. Well, at first she simply stopped playing the role of the happy wife. Brian saw inside of her and realized that there was so much pain and hurt in her life. Her husband had stopped loving her years ago and she was still clinging to the hope that he would come around. Brian felt a need to be there for Jen to show her that someone cared. Brian felt that Jen deserved so much more that her husband was providing her. She deserved to be respected and loved. To be seen for the beautiful and desirable woman that she was.

Jen picked up on this and tried to show Brian that she appreciated his kindness. She would talk to him about her life when they were alone.

“Things have been pretty bad these days,” she would say.

“You don’t have to tell me Jen, I have been here, I have eyes,” Brian would say.

“Yeah, I know you hear the arguing. It is so embarrassing.”

“Well what do you plan to do about it?”

“I have no idea. I can’t leave him, I do know that much,” she would say with a sigh.

“Well, that’s your choice, I guess,” Brian would say redirecting the conversation.

Jen would confide in Brian but only to a certain degree. She would make references to actions, events, and things said. She would never go into detail and never become overly emotional. However, she did not need to tell Brian all the details because he knew all too well how it was for Jen. Jen never could hide the truth from Brian because he had been witness to one too many arguments. After his presence became more common place in the house, Scott no longer felt the need to contain himself around Brian, and the true colors of their marriage started to show. This was most likely why Jen felt so close and comfortable with Brian because he knew who she was on the inside, and the outside, and how distinct those two personalities were.

Sometimes Brian would come to ride the horses with Melissa and Jen would say “he’s not here,” signaling she wanted to talk, and they would sit, Brian listening, while she vented. Sometimes he would offer Jen his hand and she would take it holding it ever so gently. When he had to leave she would give him a loving hug and softly kiss his cheek.

“Can’t you stay awhile longer?” she would ask.

“I have to get home and get ready for work, as I am on evening shift today,” Brian would say.

“Well, you are coming back tomorrow sometime right?” she would add, showing her desire to spend more time together.

“Not sure what my plans are or what Melissa is up to,” Brian would answer, not sure if he should commit or show excitement at seeing her again.

These conversations and requests for visits gave Brian mixed emotions because he really cared about Jen, but he also knew that inside she was still attached to her husband. He wanted to protect her, but he also knew that he could not force her to make any decisions that she was not ready for. The decisions could only be made when she was able to deal with the consequences. But still he stayed by her side as the friend that she could lean on.

However, at times he wondered what Jen wanted from their friendship and where it was headed. Did she want more than he was offering? Was that the reason for all her small gestures of affection? Or was it simply that she was happy that someone actually cared? Brian often found himself contemplating Jen’s actions and her feelings towards him. Brian had no doubt that there were emotions of some kind present between the two of them. He just was not clear about the depth of these emotions. Brian was also at the time scared to discover any hidden truth in those emotions. Jen’s marriage and home situation were very volatile and anything happening would have been disastrous to say the least. That was not even including the reactions of his friend Melissa and both of their families. The whole dynamic that had been established over the years would have been forever broken if they started any kind of relationship, and Brian was not sure he wanted to be responsible for that.

With the passing years Jen’s younger son (Billy) had grown in age and Melissa and Brian begun to treat him as more of an equal. He was about 5 years younger but often times tried to be mature and polite. The three of them would spend late nights together at the house watching movies and playing video games. They always had good times together and enjoyed those times. Brian and Melissa wanted to provide Billy with times when he could forget about his parents and just have fun. Billy was a typical teenager who had his friends and his parties and pushed the limits at times. He was also a really good person at heart and that was obvious to Melissa and to Brian. Since the oldest son Kevin had all but cut ties with Melissa and Brian, Billy became the one that they were friendlier with. On nights when neither of them had the energy to drive home they would just crash there.

Brian never minded this and he enjoyed the mornings where he would wake up early and go to the kitchen. Soon after Jen would come in wearing her nightgown and they would talk as she fussed over breakfast.

“Good morning, Jen,” he would say as he waited for the pot of coffee to finish brewing.

“Morning Brian, you’re up early,” she would say with a smile, knowing full well it was for her benefit.

Jen looked so beautiful to Brian even before she had bothered to fix herself up. It was her natural beauty that he noticed. Her dark eyes, soft face and the way her hair fell recklessly around her face. That was Jen in the truest and most basic sense and Brian appreciated that side of her. Jen always felt relaxed and never felt the need to prepare herself in any manner for Brian. He doesn’t care that I look a mess, he likes me just the way I am, she would reason. This feeling of peace mixed with the aroma of cinnamon buns in the air was quite pleasant to Brian. It had all started to become quite common and comfortable for both of them. His presence at the house was never questioned by anyone and that summer he was just around most of the time. During those mornings no one else would be awake for a good while and the two of them enjoyed spending this private time together. Before everyone else emerged and before the inevitable tension began to rise around all of them. Those times were special to them and always much too short. They would talk over coffee and Jen would be relaxed and more like the person Brian imagined she could be under different circumstances. The person that he believed needed to come to Jen’s surface and replace this mask that she had been choosing to wear.

One of those many nights when Brian and Melissa stayed over ended in a way that would change their lives forever.

“Come riding today,” Melissa said to Brian over the phone.

“Sure, but don’t you have to drive Billy around today?”

“No, I dropped him off with friends for the day. I won’t pick him up until much later. Plus you’re off work right?”

“Ok, I’ll head that way soon. Yes I am off.”

Melissa and Brian would go to the house and ride the horses and hang out. There was this cozy barn and this whole beautiful field that almost never got used. The children hardly rode anymore and the horses needed the exercise. The free use of the grounds was very enticing to Brian and Melissa who loved horses. They would get the horses ready and ride them around the field running, jumping and feeling free.

“Jen and Scott are having a party tonight, we should offer to help,” Melissa said.

“I don’t know, you know how Scott gets about these parties,” Brian replied.

“All the more reason to help, Jen will need our support,” Melissa added.

“That is true, so I guess I’m in,” Brian answered.

The usually bickering went on between Jen and Scott as he hounded her about the preparations. It had been his idea to have the party, but somehow it was her fault that nothing seemed to be coming together the way he wanted. It was always her fault because Scott was never wrong.

After the work was done the guests arrived and dinner was served. Usually Brian and Melissa would eat with any of the younger crowd that was around. That was just how it was when they ate and Brian understood this. The meal was the more serious part of the dinner party scene. But afterwards Jen would always offer Brian a seat right next to her. He would join the conversation and notice how she would eventually be smiling, laughing and have her arm around the top of his chair. She looked almost happy during those moments. But if he looked close at her face he could see the tears waiting to come out; especially on this night when she had put on such a good show for her willing audience. They of course had unknowingly enjoyed every moment. It was as if they should have stood up and applauded while Jen and Scott took their bows. Later that night the guests all left and he had helped them clean up. When they had a moment to themselves Brian asked Jen what was troubling her so. She whispered to him:

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It was the lure of excitement and adventure, as well as a very generous scholarship, that led me to attend college in Alaska. I wanted to get as far away from my hometown in the South as possible, and far away I got. But what I didn’t count on, what no one had remembered to mention to me, was that men outnumber women in Alaska. There are an average of 106 men for every 100 women throughout the entire State, with the numbers even worse in certain areas.

I’m a reasonably good-looking guy, almost six feet tall, with light brown hair, brown eyes, and a wiry build, and I never had a problem getting girls interested in me back home. But now I was horny as Hell and I hadn’t gotten a chick in months. Worse yet, my 19th birthday was coming up. I’d lost my virginity on my 18th birthday courtesy of a neighbor who wanted to help me come of age (heh, heh) and had been looking forward to my 19th. I didn’t exactly know what I expected to happen, but I was sure it had to be at least as good as the year before. Now all I saw was the Alaskan tundra putting my dreams and my sexual needs on ice. Deep ice.

My roommate, Reed, was a year older than me and felt my pain. However, he also said he’d found other ways to release his pent-up sexual tension. I was dubious, but when he invited me to come with him to his buddies’ place on the night of my birthday, a Saturday, I accepted. I figured that while the night wouldn’t even come close to what I’d hoped for, at least it would be better than sulking in an empty dorm room.

Reed’s buddies rented a rustic-looking cabin on the fringes of town, and they looked completely in place living there. Kevin and Joe were both 22 and although neither was much over six feet tall, they looked much larger because of their girth. They were built like lumberjacks, with huge muscles and barrel chests. An entire room of the cabin was exclusively devoted to their gym, and now I knew how Reed kept himself so fit, though he wasn’t as big as these guys. Reed was about my height and build, with blond hair and hazel eyes. Kevin was light-skinned and had flaming red hair and blue eyes; Joe was half-Eskimo and had darker skin, black hair, and very dark brown eyes.

Two very large dogs that looked like they hadn’t missed many meals had the run of the cabin, and I played with them while Reed, Kevin, and Joe caught up on things. After a few minutes, Kevin approached me. “Hey there, birthday boy,” he said, giving me a quick slap on the ass.

I’d never had another guy touch my butt before and it kind of startled me, but Joe and Reed were looking on and didn’t seem like they thought anything of it, so I played it cool. “So what’s going on tonight?”

“Well, Reed told us about your problem and all of us have been there, buddy. We can’t even get women for ourselves, so we couldn’t get you Eskort Bayan one. But we did think you’d like watching some of these.” He led me into the living area and pointed to a stack of porno videos sitting on a rack.

I smiled. We didn’t have a VCR in our dorm and I hadn’t seen a good sex flick in awhile. Plus, Kevin and Joe had a great set-up, a big-screen stereo television connected to top-of-the line speakers. They must have spent thousands of dollars on their entertainment center, I thought. Then it made sense to me: What the Hell else was there to do in the middle of Alaska except watch television and videos? “Thanks, guys.”

I sat down on the couch, while Reed and Joe took the loveseat. Kevin popped the tape in, then joined me on the couch. He sat very close to me, another odd thing, but then again Reed and Joe were sitting really close together, too. Maybe everyone is just really friendly here, I thought. The movie started and two guys and a hot-looking blonde appeared on-screen. I could hardly wait until the sex started, leaning forward expectantly. What surprised me was that when the clothes started to come off, I felt just as turned on seeing the guys as I did seeing the girl. I wrote it off as me putting myself in the guys’ place. The guys and the chick started banging and I sat back, trying to relax so that I didn’t get a massive hard-on in front of my friends.

It didn’t work. My dick started saluting and it wouldn’t stand down. I was too embarrassed to look around and see what the other guys were doing, but I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned towards it out of instinct. My jaw dropped. Reed had unzipped his pants and pulled out a big boner, stroking it in full view of the rest of us. More shocking, Joe was watching him with more than just a little interest. The next thing I knew, Joe had his cock out and he and Reed were beating each other off. I had stopped watching the movie. I was completely focused on Reed and Joe, and I couldn’t believe what was happening to my heart rate. I felt every beat of my pulse as it pushed blood through my body. I reached for my crotch and caressed the hard bump showing through my jeans.

Joe stood up and I refused to believe what was happening until he kneeled down in front of Reed and took my roommate’s cock into his mouth, engulfing it to the balls as Reed sighed contentedly. Suddenly, I felt a hand that wasn’t my own on my crotch. I whirled around to find Kevin, pants at his ankles, with one hand on his engorged shaft and the other between my legs.

“What the…” I started to say, though I did nothing to remove the hand from my crotch.

“There’s hardly any women up here,” Kevin explained, “so we had to find other ways to get satisfied.”

“But I’m not gay!”

“Neither were we, until we came up here and found out about ‘frosting.'”

“Found out about what?”

“Frosting,” Kevin repeated. “That’s what we call it up here when straight guys have sex with each other because there aren’t any women around.” He motioned with his head to Reed and Joe, then started undoing my pants. I didn’t stop him. “You like watching them do that, right? It looks like it feels real good, right? If it feels good, who cares if it’s a man or a woman doing it?” I whimpered but didn’t move a muscle as Kevin pulled down my jeans and shorts, then kneeled in front of me. I felt his warm, wet mouth enclose my dick and I let out a satisfied moan. My dick hadn’t been sucked in months and I’d almost forgotten how good it really felt.

Kevin released my dick and started in on my balls, licking them all around, then gently taking the nuts in his mouth and suckling them. I had my eyes closed, but opened them in surprise when I felt a second mouth on my cock. I saw Reed’s head moving up and down on my shaft, moaning and hungrily sucking me as he knelt on all fours on the couch while Joe knelt behind him, his face buried in Reed’s ass cheeks. I tried valiantly to hold back, but it had been too long since I’d been laid. With a groan, I came in Reed’s mouth. To my surprise, he swallowed as much as he could, then licked up the rest from my dick until it was clean, with Kevin catching the few drops that escaped to the base of my organ. “Happy birthday,” Reed whispered, then groaned as he pushed his ass into Joe’s face.

My friends’ cocks were looking good to me, really good. I wondered how it felt to suck a cock. I’d never cared for eating pussy, I hated the taste, but a cock looked a lot better. We all got down on the floor, me on all fours. Kevin got in front of me and I took my first taste of a man. God, it was so much better than pussy! Kevin was a big guy and it took me a few minutes to take the entire piece of meat in all the way, so that the head hit the back of my throat and made Kevin moan with delight. Meanwhile, Reed took his place behind me and parted my ass cheeks. I wasn’t sure about being fucked in the ass, but that wasn’t Reed’s idea, not yet. Instead I felt his tongue touch the puckered skin that guarded the entrance to my asshole.

I had no idea that having my asshole licked could feel that fucking good. Now I knew why Reed’s face had been contorted in ecstasy when Joe was rimming him. After a few minutes of lubing me, Reed took one finger and slowly probed my hole, gently slipping it in and out and driving me to new heights of pleasure, which got even more intense when a second finger joined the first. I could feel my cock getting hard again and Reed reached around to jerk it while he finger-fucked my ass and Joe, behind him, stroked his cock.

I felt Kevin’s cock twitch and knew he was about to let loose. Since he had eaten some of my cum, I figured I’d better return the favor. Kevin moaned and I tasted something like warm saltwater, only much more pleasant. I did my best to swallow all of it, but some dribbled down my face. Joe had emerged from the end of our daisy chain and he bent down to lick the cum off my chin before kissing me and turning to Kevin. Kevin got down on all fours and Joe took a few minutes to lube him up with a rim job before plunging his cock into Kevin’s waiting asshole. Kevin cried out, but it definitely wasn’t in pain, and the men humped like rabbits before my eyes.

My apprehensions about anal sex melted away; I was pushing my ass against Reed’s face. Reed pulled his head up from between my buns and mounted me. He teased the entrance of my asshole with the head of his dick before slowly pushing it in. I felt a sharp pain; a cock was a lot bigger than two fingers! Reed let his dick head sit there for a few moments so I could get used to it, then pushed the rest of his shaft in. My face contorted in pain, but I said nothing. Still, Reed must have sensed my discomfort because he took slow, short thrusts at first. Soon the pain melted away, to be replaced by a wonderful feeling of fullness as Reed popped my anal cherry, and soon I was bucking against him the same way Kevin bucked against Joe. Reed kept groaning about how tight I was, and he soon came, hard, spurting load after load of hot liquid into my chute. I could see that Joe was cumming, too, filling Kevin with his jizz. But Kevin and I were hard again from our fucking.

No problem. Reed laid down on the couch and I gave him a quick rim job, using the techniques he’d used on my asshole to get him nice and lubed. Then I entered him, rather clumsily I thought but Reed seemed to enjoy it. I did, too, because the warm tightness of an asshole is far superior to any pussy. After my dick was firmly implanted in Reed’s ass and moving back and forth in a steady rhythm, Kevin climbed atop me and pushed his cock into my hole, well-lubed from Reed’s cum. Our fuck-chain felt incredible. I couldn’t believe I had my dick in someone’s ass while my own ass was being pumped. Since Kevin and I had cum before, we lasted longer, and about 3/4 of the way through it Joe stood beside us, stroking his brand-new erection with fervor. I felt my nuts tighten and my cock spasm, spewing its contents into Reed’s ass. Kevin came a few moments later, thoroughly drenching my already-cum-soaked love tunnel. As the three of us lay still, exhausted and satisfied, Joe finished jerking off and made sure that each of us got some of his cum on our faces.

Reed was right; frosting was a great way to release pent-up sexual tension. In fact, I enjoyed our frosting session so much that after that night I found myself a lot more attracted to men than women. Maybe living in a state where males outnumber females isn’t such a bad thing after all!

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Note: This story contains BDSM themes. It was edited by TuckerMcCallahan; thank you for your work! Comments are always appreciated!

*****

“You may be a complete fuck-up, but you did do a decent job with all this,” Master Xen said, gesturing towards Bill’s muscular body.

Billy couldn’t help but beam with pride. He was still naked, standing in his Master’s living room. His butt was still sore, and certain movements made him flinch. But he was willing to endure some pain for his Master. Besides, he had brought it on himself, after all.

“But pretty much every other aspect of you needs improving,” Xen continued. “We will start today with some surface corrections.”

Billy didn’t really know what that meant, but he nodded.

“I sure as hell won’t let you out wearing those greasy rags in which you arrived yesterday. In fact, I’m gonna toss them, and we’ll start from scratch.”

Billy kept nodding.

“For today, you can wear some of my old things,” Xen finished. A mischievous note in his Master’s voice made Billy perk up, but he wasn’t quite able to guess where all this was going.

Xen opened an inconspicuous door, which Billy hadn’t noticed before, revealing a steep flight of stairs leading down to the basement. The two men descended. The stairs led to an ordinary cellar which contained a washing machine, a boiler, and some storage boxes on a large shelf. Two doors, painted blood red, were marked “Studio ?” and “Studio ?”.

The door to “Studio ?” was ajar, and Billy dared to take a peek inside. A large roll of white paper hung from the wall and several hot lights were mounted on stands; it was a photographer’s studio. Bill had posed in studios just like that a couple of times.

The door to “Studio ?” was closed.

“Don’t dally!” Xen said, with no particular force. Billy turned to see that his Master had taken two items of clothing out of one of the boxes. One was a grey cotton ribbed tank top, with narrow straps and an equally narrow back. And the other was… a tiny, tiny, tiny speedo. In the most vibrant, attention grabbing, fire-hydrant red that had ever existed.

“I think this should fit you.” Xen didn’t even attempt to hide his wolfish grin.

“I don’t… Yes, Sir!” Bill stuttered, biting down a protest just in time.

Billy struggled into the clothes. The top was fine, if a little revealing. The speedo on the other hand…

First of all, the back of it wasn’t quite a string, but it came damn close. In other words, there was a lot of ass hanging out. Ass that was, at this moment, red and purple going black and blue.

And then, there was the front. The peculiar cut of the pouch left barely any space; which meant that the spandex left nothing to the imagination. Or, in the case of less-than-average Billy, everybody could see just how little he was working with. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, a seam ran right down the center front. The speedo basically gave Bill a meaty camel toe. It was all very uncomfortable, in more than one way.

“Come on, it’s summer. Lots of folks parade around in their bathing suits,” teased Xen. Not bathing suits like this, thought Billy, but he kept his mouth shut. He was determined to be a good boy, goddammit!

***

Xen and Billy took the route through the private parking garage that belonged to the residential complex in which Xen lived. Several fancy cars were parked in the generous space.

“These are my two bad boys,” said Xen, pointing at an impressive pick-up truck and an even more impressive muscle car. Both vehicles were true beauties, gleaming and well cared for. It wasn’t until Xen started laughing that Billy realized he had been staring with an open mouth, literally drooling like a dog at a meat market.

“But let’s do something for the environment today. Let’s take public transport,” Xen proclaimed, still laughing, and walked out the garage.

At first, Billy was disappointed; he was itching to take either of those beauties for a ride. Then disappointment swiftly gave way to sheer terror, as Xen’s real reason for taking public transport dawned on him.

Environment, my ass. Xen wanted to put freshly-spanked, camel-toed Billy and his tiny, tiny speedo on display in front of as many people as possible!

They waited together at a nearby bus stop. Xen seemed relaxed, idly reading something on his tablet. Billy just stood there mortified, staring straight ahead, all his “goods” on display, his face nearly as red as his speedo.

They were not alone. Three collage age girls were snickering and giggling like they just saw the most hilarious thing ever; it didn’t take much to guess what they were snickering about. One of them took out their phone and started filming. Billy gnashed his teeth and turned an even darker shade of red.

A rugged looking construction worker arrived in muddy shorts, a wife beater, and a hard hat. He took a good, hard stare at Billy; then he lifted Bayan Eskort his arm to scratch his back, never taking his eyes off the boy, exposing a bushy armpit. A cloud of manly musk wafted in Billy’s direction.

This presented another problem. Billy, as he now knew, was one eager cocksucker, and he still hadn’t been allowed to climax since all this craziness had started. As he inhaled the worker’s intense odor, it took all of his goddamn self-control to not get an erection. Because the speedo hid nothing. Sweat was dripping off Billy’s temples from effort and embarrassment, but he succeeded in staying soft. Just barely.

Xen, meanwhile, pretended to not notice anything. But Billy could imagine his smug amusement behind those dark aviators.

Finally the bus arrived. Xen and Billy took a seat next to each other, the worker seated himself right across. Billy crossed his legs in an attempt to get a little coverage.

“That’s not how real men sit,” remarked Xen. His voice was deceptively casual. “Ever heard of ‘man-spreading’? I know a lot of folks are bothered by it, but I actually think it’s kind of hot. C’mon, man-spread like a real dude-bro for me.”

Yes, Billy knew about “man-spreading”; it had been, in fact, one of many examples of “unprofessional behavior” Ms. Ashe had mentioned when she had fired him.

So Billy mustered all his nerve, and spread his legs wide. His “camel toe,” in all its red, puffy, spandex-clad, sweat-stained glory, presented itself to the world at large.

The construction worker’s eyebrows went up so far they disappeared underneath his hard hat.

“Good boy,” Xen whispered. And there it was: that warm, disarming, irresistible note in his Masters voice. He placed his hand on Billy’s thigh. A sense of calm spread from the point where Xen’s strong hand touched his skin, spreading throughout his whole body like a most welcome virus. Billy closed his eyes, exhaled, relaxed. His face slowly started not to look like a tomato again.

When Bill opened his eyes again moments later, his posture had changed. He was still man-spreading, but his chin was up, his shoulders down, and his back was upright and unapologetic. Bill took a quick look around, only barely taking in the various passengers, many of whom were staring, whispering, snickering, or not-really-discreetly taking pictures. It didn’t bother him anymore. Who were they, anyway? He knew who he was: Master Xen’s pup. Here, look at his hand, possessively resting on my thigh, for all the world to see. There was no shame in being owned by such a wonderful, powerful man. No shame whatsoever.

***

Much of the day, Xen and Billy spent going from one boutique to the next, shopping for Billy’s new wardrobe. Despite his new found pride in being put on display like an Amsterdam whore, Billy was relieved to find that most of the clothes Xen chose for him were fairly traditional.

Billy had never much cared for fashion, but clothes shopping with Master Xen was fun. He didn’t have to make any decisions. He just followed his Master around like a puppy, tried on everything he was told to, and then let himself be inspected.

Xen was an efficient man with excellent taste who knew what he liked and where to find it. Quickly, he assembled a small, tidy wardrobe of casual, sporty, high quality basics for his young ward. Billy was excited; everything Xen picked showed off his buff stature. The jeans hugged his butt in just the right way. The hoodies were soft and comfortable, and hung off his broad shoulders just so. The T-Shirts were comfortable, but just tight enough to show off his pecs and arms. The colors and prints were fresh, never tacky or frivolous.

Billy tried not to think about how all of it came out of Xen’s pocket.

They grabbed some Indonesian food for lunch sometime in the afternoon, and then visited a barber shop. Xen instructed the hairdresser to “make my boy a dirty blond.” A good hour and some aluminum foil later, Billy looked into the mirror and a young man with sandy blond hair, perfectly playing off his steely blue eyes, looked back at him.

Goddamn, he had never looked this good in his life.

Bill caught Master Xen gawping; the results apparently were even better than he had expected. The boy couldn’t help but preen. Xen composed himself instantaneously, a quick “yeah, you got me there” smirk crossing his face. Billy preened some more, knowing he would get away with it this time.

“One last stop,” Master Xen said.

They had the new clothes delivered home by a driving service and hailed a cab. Xen showed the driver an address on his phone. The driver nodded, fiddled with his GPS, and started towards the destination.

They left the inner city and drove through an area dominated by tall office structures. Eventually, the buildings started to get lower. They entered a strangely nondescript area consisting of warehouses and light industrial complexes, punctuated by occasional clusters of residential buildings and small businesses.

The men drove in silence, only the car radio warbling in the background. Billy couldn’t even guess where they were headed or why. He looked at his Master, but Xen just held his silence. Billy bit down on his questions and decided that it was best to just stop thinking.

The cab stopped. Xen payed, and the two men got out. A sign told Billy that they were standing in front of a “Clinic.” Nothing told him what kind of clinic it was or anything else about this place. They entered.

The receptionist, a neat woman in crisp white, greeted Xen with a professional smile. The two had obviously met before.

“Good day, Mr. Xen. Please take a seat, the doctor will be with you in an instant.”

She didn’t seem to be fazed at all by Billy, who was still wearing that ridiculous speedo; that made Billy suspicious. He followed Xen into the waiting room.

They sat down. The only other person in the room was a middle-aged lady in a sharp pantsuit, busy typing on her phone with one hand while rubbing a German Shepherd behind his ears with the other. The dog only barely took notice of the newcomers; the lady seemingly not at all.

Something was off about this place. It wasn’t ill cared for; in fact, the minimalistic furniture seemed to be on the more expensive side, and the whole place was immaculately clean. But the atmosphere was unusually sterile. Not that clinics in general were particularly known for their coziness; but most practitioners at least tried to make their offices a little more friendly with plants, artwork, and magazines. This clinic, on the other hand, seemed to be fetishizing its coldness.

“Mr. Xen, the doctor will see you now!” called the receptionist. Bill followed his Master out the waiting room and through a short hallway.

A woman in a lab coat awaited them as they stepped through the only open door in the corridor. She wore horn-rimmed glasses and her hair was short and stylish. Her name tag only identified her as “Doctor.”

“Good day, Mr. Xen, nice to see you. How have you been?”

“Good day, Doctor. I’m doing fine, thank you!”

Master Xen and the doctor engaged in small-talk, but nothing they said gave Billy any indication what this was about.

Finally, the doctor turned towards Billy. “You must be Bill. It’s nice to meet you. Let’s take a look at you. Please remove your clothes.”

Billy only hesitated for a short moment. This woman apparently was someone Master Xen respected. So, following her instructions was the right thing to do, as long as they didn’t go against anything Master Xen himself said. Billy took off what little he was wearing.

What followed was a thorough general examination, “Say Aahhh!” and all. The doctor listened with her stethoscope, took spit and blood samples, made him stand on a scale, scribbled some notes on her clipboard. Xen just stood by, watching.

“Spread your legs, please. Bend over.” The doctor took out a glass thermometer, its old-fashioned design at odds with the modern crispness of the clinic. She moved behind him; Billy let out a yelp as her latex-gloved finger touched his anus.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” the doctor said, as if speaking to a scared animal. Her finger started gently massaging his sphincter, careful not to touch the bruises on his ass-cheeks. Billy closed his eyes and managed to unclench. The cold glass instrument touched his anus, and then slowly entered. He could feel the cold test prod slowly taking on his body temperature.

Billy was fully erect and oozing by the time the doctor pulled out the thermometer again. Then she actually whipped out a ruler and measured Billy’s cock, as if that was the most normal thing for a doctor to do. Billy was beyond mortified. She wrote down his size and put the clipboard away.

“All seems to be in order,” she concluded. Apparently, according to this doctor, having a bruised ass in all colors of the rainbow was “in order.” She addressed Xen:

“So, the usual procedure?”

“Yes please, Doctor,” he answered.

“All right. Bill, please climb on that table.”

Only when Bill walked towards the exam table at the other end of the room did he notice the two video cameras, mounted on tripods. Had they been recording all this time? Red blinking LED-lights indicated so. This confused him, but he climbed dutifully on the table.

“Please, face that way. Get on all fours,” said the doctor.

Billy did as he was told. Meanwhile, the doctor repositioned the cameras. One was now pointing directly at his face, the other straight at his ass.

“Ok, Bill. Now, I need you to lower your chest until it touches the table. Arch your back, raise your behind. Spread your legs a bit.”

Billy started to get some doubts. He felt very exposed, in front of cameras, presenting his ass as if he was about to get fucked.

Or neutered.

The realization struck him like thunder, sending a wave of pure panic through Billy’s mind. Surely, they wouldn’t do that? He started sweating, and suddenly it seemed either very chilly or perhaps way too hot in the room.

He almost cried out when he felt the tip of a marker touch the skin around his testicles. The doctor was drawing lines on his body around his privates and his anus – just like he had seen on TV, before they would cut up a girl to give her implants!

Billy started breathing heavily.

“You OK, boy?” Master Xen asked. Somehow, his voice seemed very far away; Billy almost had trouble hearing him through all the noise in his head.

Was he “OK” with getting his balls chopped off? What a question! This was crazy. Off the charts, completely, utterly crazy! And Bill didn’t even know the man! Where was he from? What was his profession, his first name? He was obviously a complete psycho!

There was nothing that was holding Bill there on the table. He could just jump off, run out. He was naked, but who cared? He’d figure it out somehow, find something to cover up with, or call a cab, or something. And he’d just go back home, back to…

… back to…

… back to…

… back to what, exactly?

“You OK, boy?” Xen repeated. Billy felt a hand on his neck. Master Xen’s hand.

The warm touch brought vivid memories to Billy’s mind, sensations that cut right through his jittery mind. The intense taste of creamy semen in his mouth. The strong musk of his Master’s skin. And above all, the sound of his deep, hearty, warm laugh.

That laugh was real, Billy knew with certainty he couldn’t explain. There was no deception there, no lie, no malice. No matter how crazy this current situation was… that laugh was more real than anything in his previous life.

And he couldn’t go back. Back to that sad, fucked up mess of a life. Back to all the lies he’d been telling himself, without even realizing. He’d rather…

Billy didn’t manage to finish that thought.

“Bill, you seem a little pale.” It was the doctor’s voice. “Would you like us to stop the procedure?”

Billy gulped down the last of his doubts. “Sir, I’m fine, Sir. Thank you for your concern, Sir. Doctor, please proceed,” he said, his voice thin and shaky.

“Very well,” she said, and started applying a gel. The substance was cool; a numbing agent. Then, Billy heard her handling some equipment behind him. He didn’t dare to turn his head to see what exactly it was. He just kept staring straight ahead, into the camera’s dark lens.

“This might sting a little,” the doctor said. Billy closed his eyes. This was it, then. Sweat was running down his temples, he could barely keep his terror under control. The tension was unbearable.

He felt a sharp prick at the base of his ball-sack, and let out an anguished cry. Adrenaline spiked, and Billy lost control over his mind and body. He climaxed, shooting a fat load all over the exam table.

Then he passed out.

***

A soft darkness surrounded him. Billy blinked his eyes open, disoriented. He was lying on a mattress and covered with a warm duvet. After a few moments, he recognized Master Xen’s bedroom, dimly lit by a single candle. It was night. Xen himself was lying next to him, facing the other way.

Billy remembered the clinic, the doctor. He moved his thighs slightly, and felt a mild burning sensation between his legs. Nope, it hadn’t been a dream.

The boy couldn’t even begin to sort out the various contradicting emotions that started darting around his head; it took him all his willpower not to panic again. He held his breath and slowly reached down.

His penis… was still there. Below, his ball-sack… was still there, if a little sore. Very gently, he felt for his testicles. They, too, were both still in place.

Billy threw off the duvet, not quite ready to believe yet what his fingers told him. But there they were. In the soft light he could see his genitals, unharmed. The skin was slightly irritated and very smooth.

Hair removal. The “procedure” had simply been about lasering his pubic hair off his balls and ass-crack.

Billy felt light-headed; all the terror he’d put himself through now seemed utterly comical. And why the fuck did he have an orgasm when he thought he was about to be fixed? Was there a part of him that… got off on it? A hysterical laugh bubbled up Billy’s throat, which he only managed to partly suppress. It came out as an awkward gurgle, followed by a series of hiccups.

Master Xen, meanwhile, observed his ward quietly from his side of the bed. He had woken up, or, more likely, not been asleep to begin with. Billy tried his best to get himself under control again. It took him a while, but he finally managed to empty his head of all the noise. He looked at his Master.

Xen was looking right back at him, his quiet face breathtakingly handsome in the candle light. There was an earnestness in the man’s dark eyes that Bill hadn’t seen before. When he spoke, his voice was dead-serious.

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I left my husband’s office holiday party early, complaining of a headache. Those events just weren’t for me–egotistical lawyers and tartish legal secretaries getting drunk and exchanging suggestive language? No, thank you. After the third curvy woman blatantly grabbed Adam’s ass, to which his biggest protest was a huge smile and a “how’re you doing” (Tina or Naomi or whatever the bitch’s name happened to be) I decided I’d had enough and called for a cab.

In Michigan where I grew up, we always hoped for white Christmases. In L.A., to where I’d moved fifteen years ago a wide-eyed, naive babe in love, a precipitous Christmas meant rain. At least southern California was trying, I thought as I fumbled in my purse for the key amid the monsoon.

I surprised Kaylee, the babysitter, when I rushed through the front door dripping wet. She leapt up from the sofa.

“Lauren! You’re soaked. Let me get you a towel.” She darted down the hallway to the linen closet. I expected her to just hand me the towel when she returned, but to my surprise she wrapped me in the plush terry cloth. “They’re saying to expect landslides. It’s crazy.”

She jabbered away about what she and the kids had done that evening as she dried me off. I stood still and listened to the sound of her voice. I liked Kaylee. Not just because she was a good babysitter, but because I admired her so much. She was smart and self-assured, a junior at Berkeley studying to be a social worker.

She was tall and athletic, with bright blue eyes and light brown hair that she always wore in an unruly ponytail. I suspected, knowing how fickle youth could be, that she was considered plain by people her own age because she didn’t wear much makeup or dress seductively. However, she had the kind of natural beauty that would stick around long after her “hotter” peers lost their bodies to babies and their over-tanned skin to wrinkles.

“Where’s Adam?” she asked, suddenly realizing he wasn’t with me.

“Still at the party,” I replied, and burst into tears.

“Are you okay? Come sit down.” She led me to the sofa and turned off the TV. “What happened? Tell me.”

“I’m fine,” I sniffled, embarrassed at my outbreak and her motherly treatment. “I just get a little homesick this time of year.”

Kaylee smiled. “A lot of people I know spend the holidays with friends if they can’t make it home. Maybe you should too.”

I dabbed my eyes with the corner of the wet towel. “I don’t have any friends,” I lamented. “There are other couples we see, but they’re all Adam’s friends. That’s what my life is! Everything is Adam’s and I’m just along for the ride. He’s such an asshole!” A new wave of tears shook me. I was ashamed to blubber to the babysitter, but it had been a long time since anyone took the time to listen to me.

“You’ve spent the last fifteen years being a wife and mother,” Kaylee said. “Maybe it’s time to do something for you. You could get a job.”

“And do what? Don’t take this the wrong way, but I used to make fun of women like you. I thought women who went to college just weren’t pretty or coy enough to find a man to take care of them. That’s what my mother always told me.”

Kaylee smiled. “Not all women are looking for a man.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I assured her. “There will still be a few good ones left after you graduate. The trick is to not make more money than them. They hate that.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Kaylee replied. “Didn’t you know I was a lesbian?”

“A what?” It took a moment for her words to sink in. “You are? YOU? But you’re so….”

She grinned. “What? C’mon, tell me.”

“Um, feminine.”

“We’re not all flannel-wearing butches with mullets!” she laughed.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ve never known a lesbian before. So what does that mean? Are you attracted to me?” I thought of all the times I’d run around the house, giving her instructions in a half-zipped dress while tugging on pantyhose. Was that the same as being partly undressed in front of a guy?

She cocked her head to the side. “I think you look really pretty right now.”

“Are you kidding?” I ran a hand through my soaking hair. “I probably have mascara all over the place.”

“I’ve always had a thing for tall Escort Kız redheads,” Kaylee explained. “I like tall, wet redheads even better.”

The bold double meaning in that statement took me off-guard. “Are you–coming on to me? You know I don’t…swing that way or however you say it….”

“Yeah. I used to not ‘swing that way’ either,” said Kaylee. “Then I met Elaine. One night with her was all it took to ruin me for men forever.”

I felt a rush of heat throughout my chilled body at her brazen way of speaking.

“Do you want to know what it’s like, Lauren?” she murmured, pulling an errant strand of hair away from my face. “I can show you.”

I had time to pull away. I could stop this before it began. In my mind I said “no” a million times, but the word never actually left my lips. Maybe, if Adam were a better husband I would have called her a degenerate. Maybe, if I didn’t feel completely useless I would have turned her out in the rain. But I was lonely, and something within me told me to grab the comfort being offered to me, the chance for fulfillment. What did I have to lose?

“Adam won’t be home for at least another few hours,” I choked.

“You won’t be sorry,” Kaylee breathed. Leaning in toward me, she opened my mouth with hers. It felt warm, soft, so unlike Adam’s thin, demanding lips and scratchy chin. I kissed back, for the first time in years worrying if my technique was good enough. The kiss grew increasingly deep and sensuous over the next few minutes, not merely an obligatory precursor to sex but a sex act in itself.

Kaylee’s hands cupped my face, moved to the back of my head, through my hair, then alighted on my shoulders. I felt the spaghetti straps of my evening gown release their hold on my body. It was too much, too soon. I panicked, stiffened and fidgeted.

Kaylee sensed my discomfort and pulled away. “Don’t make me stop,” she pleaded. Beads of perspiration had appeared on her forehead. “We can slow down, but please don’t make me stop.”

“I don’t know–it’s just–I’m trying…I think….” I felt a warm rush of blood to the cheeks. How humiliating to be so flustered around someone nearly half my age.

“Don’t be ashamed!” Kaylee said. “Being with another woman is a lot less scary than being with a man. Men are full of hair and angles and parts that do weird things. There, that got a smile out of you.”

“Sometimes I don’t remember what all MY parts do,” I said wryly.

“Leave that to me. I’ll grease them up and get them all back in working condition,” Kaylee purred.

I laughed, still somewhat uncomfortable but unable to deny the swelling sensation between my legs and the lingering imprint of her kiss in my mind. “Is that a guarantee?”

“Ooh…don’t talk to me like that, sister,” Kaylee replied. “Not unless you want to find out.”

“Maybe I do.” Wow! I thought, surprised at my own daring.

Kaylee locked eyes with me, got up on her knees on the couch and straddled my lap. Something between a cry and a gasp got caught in my throat as she reached around me and unzipped my dress to my waist. Her breasts grazed my face through her t-shirt. She smelled amazing.

“We’ll take it slow, I promise,” she whispered, placing my hands on either side of her waist. Understanding, I lifted her t-shirt over her head. She then removed her bra for me, revealing her round, young breasts. I looked but averted my eyes quickly.

“Look at me, Lauren,” she commanded. “Women love to look at each other. There’s no shame in admitting it. Tonight you get to look all you want. Touch all you want, too.”

She brought my hands to her breasts. They were warm and pillowy, delightful to touch. I’d often wondered, not being especially well-endowed, why men made such a big deal out of large breasts. Now I knew.

“Is this how you like to be touched? I’m probably doing everything wrong,” I said.

“You’re doing just fine,” Kaylee replied, breathing heavier as she watched me fondle her. I was starting to understand. My uncertainty, my inexperience was actually a turn-on to her. She probably even liked that I was fifteen years her senior. I didn’t have to pretend I knew what I was doing to please her; being naive and curious was exactly what she wanted. When was the last time just being myself was enough for someone else? Had I EVER felt that way?

She took hold of my hands and kissed each palm with her feather-soft lips. “Will you take your dress off for me?”

Robotically, knowing I might run away if I thought about it too hard, I stood up before her and shimmied out of the floor-length dress. She watched my body being revealed to her with a look on her face as horny as any man’s.

“Take off your bra, Lauren,” she said, testing to see how far she could take this little game.

I reached behind me and unclasped my black strapless bra. I’d never thought much of my breasts, but Kaylee didn’t seem to mind.

“Do I dare ask…?” she said. She was at face level with my black satin panties.

“You do it,” I replied.

She smiled, drew in close to me and gently removed my underwear. She ran her hands up my legs and cupped my behind, getting a feel for my curves and skin.

“Nice,” she breathed, seeing that I was fully waxed.

“Adam insists,” I giggled, a little embarrassed at being nude in front of her.

“Adam doesn’t know what to do with a waxed vagina,” Kaylee replied. “I do.” Without warning, she darted her head forward and slipped a thick tongue between my labia.

I let out a wail as her tongue made contact with my swollen clit and nearly lost my balance. “I thought you said we were going to take it slow!”

“I can’t wait any longer,” Kaylee said. “And neither can you–you need this! So relax and let it happen.”

She dipped back between my legs. Alarm bells and red lights were going off wildly inside my head, but my body didn’t heed the warning. Instead, I spread my legs to give her better access.

Kaylee’s mouth worked my vagina slowly, sensuously, just the way she had kissed me. Her experienced tongue drew circles around my clit. Every so often she’d purse her lips repeated around it until I nearly came, but she always let go before I could orgasm.

Dear God, this feels good, I thought. I rolled my hips slightly against the pressure she was creating. Don’t stop, Kaylee…more….

Then suddenly I wasn’t just thinking it, I was whispering it, saying it out loud: “More, Kaylee…more…!”

She slid several fingers into my vagina, coating them with my secretions. Her mouth and slippery fingertips did such amazing things to me that it felt as though there were three tongues on me at once.

Then, she stood up in front of me, breasts to breasts and cheek to cheek. Her fingertips continued their work below, rolling my slick clit around in tiny, delicious circles. With her free hand she reached behind me and tickled my vaginal opening.

“I want your first lesbian orgasm, Lauren,” she demanded directly in my ear. Her hot breath gave me all-over goosebumps. “I want you to have it with me. Will you give it to me?”

“Yes!” I groaned. “Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing and it’s yours!”

“You’re close, aren’t you?” she purred. “Just slide into it. It will be the best orgasm you ever had. Let it go, Lauren. I want you to feel pleasure so bad….”

Her salacious encouragements were enough to send me over the edge. At that moment, it felt like fifteen years of withheld desire spilled out of me in powerful waves of orgasmic ecstasy. I abandoned myself to this young lesbian, made sounds I couldn’t control–short, high-pitched cries intertwined with moans of “Kayleee…Kayleeeee!”

Kaylee continued her magic on my vagina, elongating my rapture. In my ear she murmured, “That’s it, Lauren. Yes, experience it, love it. Feel it spread over your entire glorious body. It feels good, yes….”

After it was over, I was too weak to stand. Kaylee let me lean on her and guided me back down to the sofa. I collapsed in the warmth of her arms and rested my head on her breasts. She waited for me to catch my breath as she nuzzled against me and stroked my damp hair. I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. I had never been so sexually and emotionally satisfied at once. It was overwhelming.

“How do you feel?” she asked after a few moments.

“Words cannot describe.”

There was a smile in her voice as she said, “I told you you wouldn’t be sorry.”

I looked up at her and smiled back. “I’ll never doubt you again.”

Our lips met. There was a strained insistence in her kiss. That’s when it occurred to me….

“Kaylee! What about you?”

“What about me?” she laughed. “I’m fine. I don’t expect anything.”

“Are you kidding? You must be completely turned on right now.”

“I don’t believe in pressuring a girl her first time.”

“Did you, you know…go down on Elaine your first time?”

“Mmm.” Kaylee smiled wistfully. “Yes, but….”

“Then I want to do the same to you,” I said.

“Seriously?” Kaylee began to breathe heavily just at the thought of it. “You don’t have to. But oh my god, the only thing sexier than giving a first-timer an orgasm is having her do it to you….”

I kissed her and whispered, “Show me, Kaylee.”

Assuming my position kneeling before her, I undid her jeans and banished them to the far side of the living room. Long strands of pearlescent liquid stretched between her shaven pussy and her panties as I removed them, evidence that she was horny beyond measure.

She opened her legs to me, panting so heavily she could hardly get the words out. “Spread my lips. Coax my clit out of its sheath with your tongue.”

I separated her vaginal lips and made contact with the tip of the swollen protrusion within. Kaylee threw her head back and groaned.

She was salty and sweet and I didn’t feel the least bit of repulsion as I ran my tongue along her inside folds. Suddenly I felt a small, smooth nub emerge. “Oh yes, that’s perfect…!” moaned Kaylee, leaning in to watch the activity between her legs. “Now wrap your lips around it. Tightly, now release. Do that over and over. Yes, Lauren…yes…!”

I alternated between licking her clit and caressing it with my lips. Kaylee lifted her pelvis off the couch and gyrated against my mouth, faster and faster until she was practically thrusting.

“Fingers–inside me–” she managed to grunt despite her quickly-consuming pleasure.

I slid two fingers neatly inside her sopping quim.

“More!” Kaylee pleaded.

I gave her two more fingers and began to pump them in and out of her.

“All of them, Lauren! Do it!” she shrieked.

Trying to maintain my work on her vagina around my pumping and her thrusting, I squeezed my thumb against her pussy opening. Her canal resisted only momentarily, then, as Kaylee let out a loud, hot moan, it relaxed and my entire fist was lodged inside of her body.

“Yesssssss….” Kaylee hissed, a look of pure wickedness on her flushed and sweaty face. “Let me see….”

I pulled away from her vagina to offer her a view.

“Twist your hand in me,” she ordered. I did, and felt wet and ripply flesh against my fingers and knuckles. Large streams of Kaylee’s slime began to drip down my wrist and arm.

“Yesyesyesyesyes,” Kaylee whined. “Make me come now, Lauren! Please!”

My mouth was back on her pussy in an instant. I flicked my tongue against her nub relentlessly. Almost instantly I felt a warm swelling in her clit. Her vagina contracted tightly against my twisting hand.

“I’m coming,” squealed Kaylee. “Lauren, Lauren–here it is!”

The next few moments were filled with Kaylee’s cries as she bucked up and down on my fist. I licked and nibbled her pulsating, orgasming clit. It felt good, so good to return the intense pleasure she had given me. And so much more gratifying than listening to Adam’s self-absorbed grunting.

When Kaylee’s orgasm subsided, she fell back into the sofa. I removed my fist from her vagina and leaned in toward her with it. Together we licked and sucked her sweet juices from my hand, pausing every so often to share her secretions in a deep kiss.

“When does it end?” I said, fluttering my lips over her amazing breasts. “There’s no man to roll over and fall asleep. I could just keep going and going….”

Kaylee sighed as I took a long, dark nipple into my mouth. “That’s the great thing about being a lesbian. It never has to stop.”

“Does this make me a lesbian?” I asked.

“If you’re lucky, maybe,” Kaylee answered with a devilish grin. “For now, let’s just say you’re bi-curious.”

“I’m definitely curious,” I said. “Curious how many more times we can make each other come until Adam walks through that door.”

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Here is the 4th and last part of this story line. Recall that Claire is a 19 year old high school student so there is no underage content in my stories.

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Claire’s First Time (Part 4 and final)

Claire lay motionless with her stomach flat on the principal’s desk, her head facing to the side resting her cheek, tied at the wrists and blindfolded. She just had the largest cock she has ever had penetrate her tight teen pussy. It gave her the most incredible orgasm. Her mind was spinning, but she wanted more and was hoping the two men were not done with her yet. She was still breathing heavy and couldn’t mutter a word out loud, coming down from her amazing orgasm. She couldn’t help but wonder now, who this man was with the larger cock behind her. She had to know, but how?

Claire felt the man behind her pull away. All she could feel was the cool wetness of her juices over her pussy and down the inside of her thighs. Not a word was said by anyone. She heard them move around the room and some whispering, but she could not make out what was being said.

She then felt someone grab her shins, with their thumbs on her calve muscles. Her legs were pulled upward shifting all her weight onto her waist and hips. She let out a bit of a sigh. Her legs and feet were being lifted well above the desk and her waist, making her back arch arch.

“HEY, what’s going on!?” yelped Claire.

“Just never mind my dear.” the principal said. “It will only be for a moment.”

She felt something get under her waist and stomach that lifted her whole body upward slightly, then sliding along her and up to her breasts. Then suddenly, she felt a pair of lips touch hers, kissing her softly. Her head jerked slightly, with the sudden surprise. A tongue ran along her bottom lip.

The voice beneath her said, “Claire, I am going to fuck you now. I want you to grind yourself into me Claire while sitting on my cock.”

Claire knew it was the principal and voiced back, “Yes Mr. Strong.”

They both wiggled into position. Claire rested her knees on the desk beside the principal’s hips and waiting for his cock to touch her pussy. The principal grabbed his rock hard cock and guided it between her waiting sopping wet pussy lips. His cock touched her outer lips and he could feel the cool wetness of her juices.

Claire knew what to do next. She slowly sat down on his hard cock as it pressed against her pussy lips, attempting to part them open. She pressed further then suddenly, his cock head popped into her. They both moaned simultaneously as the head worked its way inside of her.

“Fuck me Claire, squat on that cock and FUCK it. Tell me how much you love the principal’s cock.” he said.

With her hands still bound, she managed to work her hips up and was now squatting on top of the principal. With his cock head still inside of her slightly, she pushed down. The entire head popped back into her easily due to her slippery teen wetness, making her moan. In this position, it was so tightly wrapped around him. She gently pushed down further. She needed to feel his cock deep inside her but wanted it to slide into her ever so slowly. She loved that feeling.

Inch by inch, Claire sat down on the principal’s cock, taking it deeper and deeper. It was so hard, she could not believe it, as her pussy gripped his cock as it sank into her. The principal moaned over and over as he could feel this sweet young girl’s tight wet pussy slip around his aching cock. The warmth of her sent shivers down his spine as she slid lower and lower onto his cock.

She finally worked his cock all the way into her as she sat comfortably on his legs, pushing herself into him to take his full length.

“Oh my GOD, Mr. Strong.” Claire said in a deep voice. “Your cock feels so fucking good. You’re soooo hard, I can feel it pulsing inside me.”

“You’re sweet pussy Escort feels so fucking amazing Claire. You are my dream. Now fuck that principal’s cock and tell me how much you like it.” he said.

Claire pushed her feet into the desk top and lifted herself upward, slowly letting his cock slip out of her pussy inch by inch. Her juices were left all over his shaft as it came out, glistening in the eyes of the man with the large cock who had just previously fucked Claire. He sat in a chair behind the two, now stroking his own cock, looking at her ass as she lifted it above the principal’s cock. The sight of this young thing sitting on the principal’s cock got him hard again as he was stroking it.

Claire sat back down on the principal’s cock, but faster than the first time. She needed to fuck this rock hard cock and make herself cum again. She could do this all day she thought to herself.

She began to lift up again and sit, lift and sit, lift and sit, over and over, faster and faster, taking his hard cock to the hilt each time she sat down. The man sitting in the chair across from them stroked his cock faster and faster, to the rhythm of their fucking. His eyes were glued to her ass as it sat up and down on the principal. Her ass was pure heaven he thought to himself, it was the most perfect ass he had ever seen.

Claire moaned out loud as she fucked faster and faster, “MMMM, MMMM, MMMM.” she voiced with each time she sat down on his cock. “Oh Mr. Strong, you’re cock feels SSOOOO good .. my pussy’s so tight around you .. it’s so fucking wet for you .. you’re gonna make me cum .. you’re gonna make me cum.” Claire said in an erotic deep voice as she fucked up and down as fast as she could. His cock was rubbing against her g-spot and hitting her cervix with each downward thrust.

The man sitting in the chair had seen and heard enough. His cock was hugely erect, and throbbing to fuck Claire again. Her words as her ass slapped down on the principal made him hornier than ever before. He walked over to them while she continued to fuck the principal and placed his hands on the top of her ass, trying to slow her down.

“Stop!” he said, in a loud voice, as he grabbed Claire’s hips and pushed her down on the principal. He pushed Claire forward so she no longer was squatting, but now had her knees on the desk top, resting her ass on the principal’s legs while his cock was still throbbing and buried deep inside her. The man behind them leaned over and put his face forward to her ass, stuck out his tongue and pushed it into the teen girl’s virgin ass. He tongue fucked her ass over and over.

Claire let out moans of pleasure as he stuck his tongue deep into her ass. She had never had anything in her ass before but the feeling sent shivers and small orgasms up her spine, especially with the principal’s rock hard cock throbbing inside her pussy at the same time.

The man stopped what he was doing, quickly got on the desk and put his cock at the entrance of Claire’s virgin teen ass. He pushed forward slightly so Claire could feel it.

“OH MY GOD!” yelled Claire. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Just as Claire said her last word, the man pushed his cock into her tight ass, sinking the head into her.

“AAWWWWEEEEEEEEEE!” Claire yelled.

The man behind Claire held her down so she could not move and slowly pushed his cock deeper into her ass. “Take that cock baby.” the man said. “Take both cocks inside your tight teeny holes baby.”

Claire’s head was tipped back and she grimaced in some pain as the man’s big cock slowly worked its way into her virgin ass. “OH FUUUUUUUCK!” she yelled. “IT HURTS .. IT HURTS .. IT HURTS SOOOOO GOOD .. FUUUUUCK.”

The principal felt the large cock in her ass through her tight pussy and he could not imagine both of their cocks inside her at the same time. The thought made him extremely hard as he started to fuck Claire’s pussy as she lay on top of him. He could see the expression on her teen face as both cocks penetrated her young body. It was heavenly and he knew she was ready to cum again.

Claire felt the principal’s cock fucking her now in a nice even pace. She couldn’t believe the feeling of both cocks inside her, so tight she could feel every little vein on their throbbing cocks. She was on the verge of a huge orgasm and wanted the men to fuck her teen brains out.

The man in her ass kept pushing his cock deeper into her. It must have been at least 8 inches inside of her he thought. He began to pull back and then pushed forward again, beginning to fuck her sweet tight ass. The feeling was like nothing he has ever felt before, she was so tight, he was about to cum again.

Claire’s body was now returning to that blissful state she was in before. Both men were fucking her young holes at the same time, in opposite timing. She could feel how hard they both were, penetrating her, fucking her, making her body tingle with pleasure.

“OH .. OH .. OH.” Claire sighed with each thrust into her. “FUCK ME .. FUCK ME .. FUCK ME FASTER .. FASTER.” she cried.

Both men picked up the pace and fucked her pussy and ass faster and faster as she wanted. They were both extremely hard and were on the verge of cumming. They were both grunting louder and louder as they fucked Claire’s young body.

“YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM! .. OH, OH .. GONNA MAKE ME CUM .. MAKE ME CUM!!” she screamed loudly.

Her teen body went into wild convulsions as the two men fucked her like wild stallions. She was screaming out loud in words that were not understandable. Her head was cocking back and forth. It took all of the principal’s strength to hold her still enough for them to keep fucking her.

They could all feel her pussy and ass contract and spasm over and over as she came, fucking her relentlessly. She was so tight with their cocks being gripped around their full girth. With each spasm, Claire’s body would convulse over and over. Then her pussy began squirting fluid like crazy.

“SSPPSSSSS .. SSPPSSSSS .. SSPPSSSSS.” Her pussy squirted loudly with each convulsion, as the principal’s cock pressed against her g-spot with each thrust into her young pussy.

“OH! .. OH! .. OH!” Claire moaned in unison with her pussy squirts. Her fluid was everywhere, all over the principal’s cock, legs and desk. It dripped over the edge of the desk and onto the floor.

A huge cock fucking her ass and another in her pussy was the most incredible feeling she ever had, and her bodily reactions were making the two men get closer and closer to cumming. They were both grunting very loudly and kept fucking her, making her cum over and over again. Wave after wave of pleasure went through her.

After Claire stopped squirting, the man fucking her ass quickly pulled out of her and removed the restraints on her wrists. He then stood on the desk, and lifted Claire up while holding her under her arm pits. He was strong and with Claire being so petite, he had no trouble. Claire’s body was limp from the fucking she was getting and was panting over and over again, trying to catch her breath.

The blindfold was still on her face. He spun her around in reverse cowgirl position on the principal. The principal knew what to do and guided his cock into her young teen ass. Claire’s pussy fluids were now dripping onto her ass, making it extremely slippery and wet.

The large man lowered Claire down onto the principal’s cock while still holding her up. The principal’s cock slid into her ass with ease, all the way to its full length as she now laid limp on top of him.

“OOOOOOOO.” Claire moaned loudly as the principal’s cock penetrated her ass for the first time. The principal grabbed her tits and fondled them between his fingers and moaned a long sigh of pleasure.

The large man got back on the desk and guided his huge cock to the entrance of Claire’s pussy. In one full thrust, he pushed his large cock deep into her sopping wet pussy and began fucking her like a wild man.

“OH .. OH!!” yelled Claire, with each forward thrust into her pussy. “YES, YES, FUCK ME .. FUCK ME!!” she cried over and over.

The principal lifted her ass with his hands and pulled his cock out slightly, then pushed it back in promptly. He began fucking this young teen’s ass for the first time, as he could feel the other man’s cock pressing in her pussy from the front. The principal’s cock grew in size like never before, throbbing and fucking Claire’s tight ass, on the verge of a huge orgasm himself.

Claire’s body was once again reacting to their fucking. “OH MY GOD .. OH MY GOD!!” yelled Claire. “FEELS SO GOOD .. FEELS SO GOOD .. GONNA CUM .. GONNA CUM .. CUMMING AGAIN!!” she screamed.

Her body went into wave motions from her head to her hips. Her head cocking back and forth uncontrollably and moaning the same illegible words in a deep erotic tone. Her pussy started to contract again, gripping the large cock in pulses.

“Oh yeah.” said the large man. “Cum for me baby, cum for me. Cum on that big black dick.” he groaned.

Claire suddenly realized what he said. The thought of a big black cock fucking her pussy and ass sent even more shock waves through her being, as the two men wildly fucked her.

Suddenly, “SSPPSSSS .. SSPPSSSS .. SSPPSSSS.” Claire’s teen pussy squirted over and over again, all over the black man’s cock and legs. Her fluid was gushing more and more with each thrust forward he gave her.

“AH .. AH .. AH!!” Claire sighed with each powerful squirt.

Her fluid dripped down onto the principal’s cock as he kept fucking her ass, adding more lubrication to his onslaught. The two men gripped Claire’s waist, fucking her pussy and ass harder and faster.

“OH FUCK .. I’M GONNA CUM!” said the black man, as he watched his cock fuck her sopping wet glistening pussy.

“ME TOO!” said the principal. “I’M GONNA CUM IN THAT TIGHT TEEN ASS .. IT FEELS SOOOO FUCKING GOOD!” he yelled.

Claire’s pussy was continuing to squirt and cum as they fucked her harder and faster, wave after powerful wave of orgasm ripped through her young body.

‘YES, YES .. FUCK ME .. FUCK ME!!” Claire screamed over and over as her pussy kept cumming and squirting its fluid.

Both men grunted like animals as the principal’s cock exploded its cum deep inside her ass.

“OOHHHHHH .. OOHHHH.” moaned the principal, as he held his cock in one place feeling it squirt over and over again inside of her. The warmth of her insides felt truly amazing. Cum leaked out of her ass as the principal pushed his cock in deeper. It dripped on his legs and on the desk.

The black man saw this and suddenly exploded his cum inside Claire’s pussy. “AAWWWEEEE .. FUCK!” he yelled. “AH .. AH .. AH!” he moaned with each cum squirt inside of her. There was so much cum that it ran out between his cock and her pussy lips as he held his body close to hers. His cum dribbled down Claire’s ass cheeks and onto the desk.

Claire’s body was now spent, after cumming like she has never done so before. She laid limp on the chest of the principal, trying to catch her breath. There was cum everywhere, all over the desk and the floor. The room was filled with the smell of sweat and cum.

Claire had to see who this black man was. The only black teacher in the school was the gym teacher. She threw her blindfold off with the teacher right in front of her.

“it IS you!” yelled Claire. “You are VERY naughty” Claire said sarcastically, in bated breaths.

“You’re one to talk my dear.” said the gym teacher.

All of them were panting and sighing. What a day this was. Claire could only dream of what the principal and gym teacher would do next time.

(story’s of Claire will continue … always new firsts!)

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Man there’s more to that old saying than I ever realized. Just when I thought things were going pretty well in my life, something totally unexpected comes along to make it better, followed by something so radical that I begin to wonder if I’ve made some bad choices in how I’ve changed my life. I guess to understand what I’m saying, I need to fill you in more about me. Hi, my name is Kathy. I’m married to a wonderful guy, have a great family, live in a middle class type of neighborhood where nothing out of the ordinary goes on. I survived a semi closeted childhood where sex was never discussed. Do you remember the book that came out in the 70’s called “Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex, But Were Afraid to Ask”? A copy was strategically located so I could find it in I was in eight grade. It answered a lot of questions I was afraid to ask anyone about. I had older siblings, but I couldn’t talk to them. Talk to my parents?? Are you nuts? Everyone else my age was just as stupid as I was, they were of no help either. So I loved it when the house was empty except for me, and I could pull the book out and learn all kinds of neat and interesting things. It was my first exposure to anything close to erotic writing. The only problem was it left me frustrated as hell, not being old enough to experiment except in the privacy of my own bedroom. Absolutely amazing what items around the house a young female can find to play with.

Thus I entered my early twenties still a virgin of sorts. Oh the hymen was gone by then, I’d taken care of that somewhere along the way, but I’d never had a date. I was constantly too busy studying, and no guy my age wanted to ask a girl out that wore glasses or got better grades than he did in physics. I was a threat I guess. Pity really, that I lost so much time compared to other girls my age. But I made up for it once I met the man of my dreams and married him. We learned about love and sex together and we were damn fine at it too, so we thought. But like many young couples, we got into the rut of the same old thing. With babies to take care of, house work to be done, working outside the home as well, I tended to resent the fact that I couldn’t be myself. I always had to be something for someone else. Needless to say, I let things go. Like my looks. I gained weight with each pregnancy and never could seem to lose it. As a result, I also lost my self esteem, something I’d had plenty of up to baby number one coming on the scene. For my own protection, I’d built a shell around myself. I wouldn’t even let the husband break into it for fear of finding out how unhappy I was. As if he didn’t know. Late night discussions after I was dead tired from a day’s work, always ended up in me being at fault for not wanting anything to do with sex. Sound familiar to anyone? Only with time and the family getting older, did I realize I wasn’t the only woman to go through this. I just hadn’t learned how to deal with it correctly until the Internet came around and I started finding out that men don’t mind a woman with some intellect. Imagine that!!! Same reason my husband chose me in the first place. I just didn’t believe him when he told me. I needed someone else to point it out for confirmation.

So as I hit the forty year mark, I was ‘reborn’. I lost the weight. I flirted on the net. I found out that I could be myself and not act dumb around men and my husband reaped all the rewards. Poor guy sure deserved to after putting up with the rough years of the twenties and thirties. He even got interested in someone on here. We’d have some great sex sessions while one of Bayan Escort us was talking to a ‘friend’. As long as the kids were to bed, it’s great being on the floor in front of the computer chair, giving a blow job while your spouse is having cybersex online. I love seeing how hard it is to type a complete sentence when his cock is in my mouth and my head is blocking the screen. At least I leave him two hands to type with, right? And for the most part, the cyber partner is ok with long pauses in the screen conversation, while I straddle his lap and move up and down his exposed cock. As if they could do anything about it. I’ve got the advantage of availability over them and I make use of it.

I was so glad when those short skirts came back into style. I’ve got a great set of legs, even if I say so myself. I’m not real tall, but I’ve got a long inseam, small ankles, shapely curved calves, nicely muscled thighs and an ass that goes to ……………well you know where…..grin. When he stretches his legs out in front of the chair, I love climbing up on his lap and facing him so I can grab the back of the chair. Gives me great leverage for the slow up and down movements, (part of the reason my calves and thighs are in such good shape. I get a lot of exercise this way). Anyway, those skirts make it so easy to slip over him, cos I refuse to wear panties around the house. Heck come to think of it, I refuse to wear them at all. Makes things too hard to get at if the opportunity should arise. And things do rise up for attention when a cyber chat gets started.

Now when I’m talking online, we quite often do things a little different….he loves to stand behind me and start massaging my neck and shoulders. I tend to tense up sometimes, and he knows me well enough to realize that all it takes to start pushing my magic buttons is to touch me. Slowly and softly, caressing my skin, undressing me while I ‘talk’ about making love to a cyber partner. Some of the guys are so good about it. They get turned on by knowing he’s in the room with me, and they’ll start telling him what to do. He obliges to most everything, but occasionally they’re moving or typing to slow for us. He reads me well and knows when I need to slow down or when I need to cum. Love that man and his talents. Always the gentleman, he brings the towels for me to sit on. It’s much easier on the furniture. You see, I’m a squirter. Not just on occasion, but every time. And I’ve finally learned that it’s not some freak of nature for a female to be that way. So I make use of the fact every chance I can get.

One time I was chatting along building the story and getting the guy hotter than hell, (or so he said), when I had my jeans unsnapped from behind and pulled off my legs. The next thing I know I’m changing the story online to what’s happening behind me, where my butt is getting licked and kissed to pieces. There was a hand reaching around in front of me to cup my pussy and start working it over. Quick thrusts and jabs took over control of my juicing. He smeared the excess up my crack and the next thing I knew I was getting hammered from behind while I was getting written a story on the screen. We missed the towels that night and I had a mess on the floor to wipe up afterwards. Smile….who cared, we sure didn’t, we were having fun. What’s a little honey to wipe up?

As we got more into being braver online, we also got interested in having a real time thing so we could expand our experiences. Problem was finding a couple who thought like we did. Amazingly, we found them closer to home than we thought and they were already friends. It only took the guys talking one day about sex to realize the four of us had a mutual need to explore some other areas of sexual pursuits, namely another couple’s intimacies . Plans were made to get together in a few weeks time and see what developed.

Now no matter what your brain tells you about any pre planned meeting like that, it never goes quite the way you want it to. Least that’s what I’ve found out. As far as physical attributes, the four of us are average, nothing outstanding, nothing ugly enough that you want two paper bags, one for their head and one for yours. Never having been with another couple, my spouse and I weren’t really sure what to expect. We both knew what we liked and how we liked to do things, but doing a foursome was starting from scratch again. And man who wants to go back to the time they first had a sexual encounter and were awkward as hell. Where we like to have a lot of foreplay before screwing, this couple got down and dirty immediately. I’d rather have my clothes removed slowly, temptingly. She just dropped the drawers and was down to the panties and bra minutes after we walked in the door. Guess the porn flick they put on the TV was enough to get her going, I never have figured that out.

Well since we were their guests, we decided to play by their ‘rules’. So my accommodating husband dove into her pussy and pretty soon had a sporting hard on. At least I got to enjoy watching him play around. The other guy ended up between my thighs and got a surprise shower when I squirted the first time. He’d never had that happen before in his life and I guess the two men hadn’t gotten around to the fact of discussing what my talents were. Unfortunately, I’m very astute to a person’s reactions to my explosions and his undid my mood real quick. None the less I persevered and decided to see if I could give him some enjoyment while he was watching his wife get humped on the other side of the room. Poor guy must have been very self conscious, I never did get him up with my mouth that night and I’ve been told I’m pretty damn good at it. Another thing we learned that evening was the fact she’s a female that has one hell of a time getting an orgasm. Must be part of the reason they wanted to try something different. After about an hour she had one. Me? I was just sitting in the chair by then feeling very uncomfortable with the whole situation. But I kept it to myself and just let it all pass in front of my eyes. When we got home later in the evening I got relief from the frustration at the talented hands and mouth of my husband. Thank god for blessings in life.

Well that wasn’t the last time we tried new things. I wasn’t totally against finding someone or some couple to try again with. Eventually several months later the opportunity came along again, with better results. This time I discovered I have some bi tendencies. We met with a mutual friend of ours that was between relationships and wanted to have a threesome. I know how much my husband had fantasized about having two females take care of his needs at the same time, and I figured what a birthday present this would be. I arranged for her to meet us at a nearby motel after I’d taken him out for a birthday supper, never hinting that our night alone wasn’t going to be alone.

I had given her one key to the room before we went to supper, so she’d be in the room when we got there. Imagine his surprise when I led him into the room. There she was on the bed, in a long tailed shirt with nothing underneath. I took his hand, moved him to the bed itself and pushed him back on to it. Between her and I we stripped the boy down to his birthday suit in no time and proceeded to give him a dual blow job from heaven. She and I would take turns having our pussies in his face while sucking his hard shaft. What we didn’t prepare for was accidentally touching tongues on one of the up-licks and discovering that we liked the feel of each other’s mouths. Before long we were breast to breast, french kissing and touching each other’s nether regions, discovering the fact that women are wonderful creatures to make love to. Now the poor guy didn’t get totally left out, it was his birthday after all. He just didn’t get to make it with us. He got to watch one hell of a video afterward too, ‘cos we filmed the entire thing.

Live and learn I guess. We, as a couple, had yet to find that perfect experience. We’d gotten some enjoyment from our extra encounters, but still hadn’t found the match we were searching for. Oh well, maybe it wasn’t really out there after all. Or maybe we had something so special ourselves that nothing we could find outside our own marriage and bedroom would match what our imaginations thought was possible. We’d about given up hope when another opportunity cropped up. It had been over a year since we had been with the other couple. I’d done a lot of soul searching to see where I went wrong since I couldn’t seem to make the gentleman comfortable with me. I’d talked to a lot of people on here about the situation and they all said the guy was crazy not to take advantage of what I had to offer, that it wasn’t me, but was him. Well that boosted my ego enough over time to allow me to take another chance at it. I just adopted the attitude I was going to have fun and not worry about how anyone else felt. I was going to relax and strut my stuff for once.

You know what the best part of getting past 40 is for me. Learning that I am sensual when I let myself be. Learning to love my body and how it reacts to the touch of another human being. Learning to say what it is I like to have done, how I like to be cuddled and caressed and teased till I can’t stand it anymore. Learning to show a man how to hold me, how to touch my pussy, how to finger me, how to lick the outside while he’s spreading my lips with his hand, how to rub the clit till it’s as hard as his cock and knowing that when I let myself succumb to the pleasure it gives me, that I glow from the inside out and that light in my eyes makes me beautiful to the beholder. And the night we got together with the other couple again, I was just that. I could see it mirrored in my husbands eyes as he watched me sitting on the couch with another man’s head between my thighs, drinking every drop of honey I produced. I could feel it in my husbands arms as he held me to his chest and watched over my shoulder while another cock was buried deep within the folds of my pussy, and when I was sitting on his cock with another one buried in my tight little hole at the same time. I came so many times that night we ran out of towels, and when the other gal commented to me that she couldn’t believe I could cum so often, I just shrugged my shoulders and said…it’s just the way I am. That was just before the three of us brought her to her second orgasm of the evening. Something new for her to experience.

Well you’d think that was the conclusion to this short story. I was walking on air for several days afterward. Then the bombshell hit once again. A neighbor dropped by and got way too suggestive and assertive and didn’t want to take no for an answer. I finally got him out of the house before I got more than I wanted to experience. Now I ask you…why is it you can’t win for losing sometimes?

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She’d been in a state of hyper-arousal all day. It wasn’t a new thing, but she didn’t remember it being this strong before.

Sometimes it was linked to her cycle; sometimes it was called just being 25 and never having been with a man. She was well-acquainted with her vibrator, though.

Some of her troubles had to do with the flirty conversations she’d been having with a ‘Net friend as of late.

At work, she’d groaned internally, feeling every nerve in her breasts brushing against her shirt. Her suitcoat likewise stimulated the nerves in her arms, and its collar her neck. The clock didn’t seem to move as she tried not to writhe in her chair in frantic need.

Stepping into the restroom, she saw her nipples were rock-hard, pressing through the red tanktop she’d worn beneath her jacket. Eyes closed, she brushed her fingertips across her still-covered nipples, moaning softly at the jolt that shot straight to her pussy. Unable to take the time to fully let go, she brushed her nipples once more, adjusted her suitcoat to cover the evidence and stepped back out.

Finally the clock hit quitting time. She headed to the store to pick Escort Bayan up some chicken and a salad for supper. As she shopped, she ran her tongue around her mouth as she often did. Her mind drifted to what it would be like to have someone do that to her. Then her tongue drifted across a particularly sensitive spot, and she nearly jumped at the unexpected rocketing of sensation, again straight between her legs.

“Oh God,” she whispered softly to herself, trying to surreptitiously touch her breasts again in the middle of the store.

Hurriedly checking out, she drove quickly home, windows down. But strands of hair fell out of her updo and tickled the tips of her ears.

She gasped as that, too, nearly undid her.

The breeze continued, and she clapped one hand over one ear, wailing “Stop, stop, stop,” nearly in glorious physical pain.

She hurried into the house, signing on to AOL, heading straight to her favorite smutty stories site. She read a few stories, then clicked on the “free sex video,” watching an Asian clip.

Her pussy heated and wet, she signed off, slid her pants down and laid on the couch. Slipping her hands beneath her tank top, she caressed her generous breasts, moaning in delighted pain when she pinched her nipples.

She moaned deeply, running her hands over her stomach, sides and arms, torturing herself by delaying her pleasure. Finally, her right hand crept downward, slipping through the dark blonde curls, slipping into her vagina. She stroked herself — a little by her entrance, circling up by the sensitive spot she knew would send her over the edge, but not quite touching, back down, then over the clit.

She hissed at the unexpected shiver that hit her.

Her arousal was almost frantic by this point. Her other hand kneaded her breasts, playing with the nipples, while her other hand frantically rubbed her clit. She dipped a finger into her sopping wet entrance, moaning again.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “Oh… OH…”

Contorting herself slightly, she frantically rubbed her clit and pounded her fingers into herself. She came in a fury of feeling, literally an explosion in her stomach. Her breath caught as she arched her back, giving herself totally to the moment, lost in the feeling.

Her left hand, which had been clutching the back of the couch, brushed hard rubber. Her silver speckled vibrator with its 2-inch circumference fell into her hand.

Surprised, she pondered it. She’d often used it to incite orgasms, but never after. She’d read enough sex stories to know that often the girl comes and then the guy enters her and the girl often has another orgasm.

Curious, she slipped the tip into her dripping hole. A lightning bolt of sensation hit her.

“How come no one told me…” she wondered in passing.

Not yet turning it on, she pushed the big vibrator into herself, groaning at the fullness and the riot of sensation in her pussy. She shook as it touched passages she was eminently familiar with but had never felt quite this ratcheted up.

Reaching between her legs, she turned on the vibration and immediately nearly fell off the couch as her whole body seemed to explode.

She moaned frantically in the silent room. She couldn’t do it all herself. It was too much sensation and she didn’t have the strength to fan the flames any further.

“Damn,” she said, satisfied, as she laid on the couch.

She looked at the night sky and wished on the first star that she’d one day have someone to try that with.

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I’m Charley. I’m pushing forty and am a rather large man, not fat but solid beef and muscle. I’m a bit of an extrovert, hail fellow, well met, and all that nonsense. I also like the ladies. A lot. Which is partly why I’m telling this little story.

I was sitting on my back porch, enjoying a beer and the dying sunlight, when little Angela popped over my fence on one side of the yard, intent on cutting across my yard to her destination, the house behind mine, where her friend lives. The railings on the fences make this a fast way for her to get there. Mind you, she has to come back the long way, being too small to climb over the fence without the railings to help. Or perhaps she climbs the fences in the other direction. I just know I’ve only ever seen her go one way.

“Hey, Angela, have you got a moment?” I called and she came to a screeching halt and turned to look at me. She gave a shrug, which did lovely things to her upper anatomy, and came trotting over.

“Um, you don’t mind me taking a short cut through your yard do you?” she asked.

“Course not,” I scoffed. “There was just something I wanted to check up on. You’re eighteen now, aren’t you?”

“Last week,” she said with a smile.

“Thought so,” I said, standing up and stretching. “Now that means that, sooner or later, some boy is going to catch you. “I’ve decided that seeing I like you I should really take steps to ensure that your first time is a memorable one, and I mean that in a positive sense.”

From the look on her face you’d thing I’d hauled off and slapped her one. She was blushing, her mouth open, and trying to stutter something. It’s real hard to say anything meaningful while your mouth is hanging open. Try it and see.

While Angela was trying to come up with something to say I reached over and hooked a finger through her belt and tugged on it, bringing her closer to me. Then I started undoing the belt. Angela watched for a moment, puzzled, and then came back to life as she caught on to what I’d just done.

“Hey,” she snapped, grabbing at her belt. I intercepted her hand, catching hold of it.

“Stop that,” I said. “If you want something to hold, hold this.”

I was unzipping as I spoke, bringing my little toy into play and wrapping her hand around it. I wasn’t erect at that stage but as soon as Angela’s hand closed over me I started heading in that direction. From the look on her face she probably hadn’t Eskort Kız actually laid hands on a man’s little toy to this stage. Or not so little toy now that it was standing up and looking around.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“I’m just undoing some buttons,” I pointed out, my fingers busy at the front of her blouse. I was tugging at the blouse as I went, freeing it from her slacks.

“But you can’t do that,” she protested.

“Or that,” she added, when I unclipped her bra, delighted to find it had a front fastener.

“Don’t be silly. Of course I can,” I told her as my hands closed over her breasts. “After all, why should you have all the fun?”

She looked puzzled for a moment and then blushed and snatched her hand away from my cock. I promptly caught her hand and put it back, feeling it close around me again.

I slid my hands around her, first to her waist and then sliding then down until they cupped her bottom. Her slacks and panties had to drop a bit to allow me to accomplish this but I wasn’t really paying attention to this. Apparently neither was Angela as she didn’t say anything. Perhaps it was because I pulled her a little closer and let my mouth close over a breast, or perhaps because she was distracted by the erection she was still holding, her hand running up and down its’ length.

I tasted both her breasts, feeling her hand tighten convulsively about me a couple of times when I did so. After a few minutes I decided that the time was ripe to move things along a little. I sat down again, which had the unfortunate side effect of pulling my cock out of her grasp. Without that to distract her Angela started to get herself back together.

Fortunately that didn’t last long. I tightened my hold on her bottom, drawing her closer. When her slacks and panties had been pushed down a little I’d made sure that applied to the front as well as the back. She was nicely exposed to me and as I pulled her closer I also leaned towards her a little, my mouth finding her pussy, getting a very shocked gasp for my efforts.

My tongue started exploring while Angela started making funny little whimpering noises. Figuring that she was nicely distracted I took the opportunity to ease her slacks and panties further down – a lot further down.

I now had a hand on her pussy as well, complimenting what my tongue was doing. I stroked and petted, lightly scratched her lips and let my tongue slip further into her. She was squirming around as I played and made a most peculiar noise when I accidentally touched her clitoris. Well, maybe not touched but certainly close enough for her to feel the affect.

I finally lifted my head away from her, my hands going around her to hold her bottom again. A slight tightening of my hold and I was urging her closer, finally standing there, straddling me, my erection rearing up between her legs.

“Time to settle down now,” I said, giving a gentle downwards tug as I spoke.

“But, but,” was all Angela could say, staring at me wide-eyed.

“Hey, sooner or later,” I pointed out, “and you’ve made a marvellous start. Just ease down a little. You’ll find that you’ll have no problems.”

“But, but,” she continued, but she was also slowly sinking down. I noticed that at some stage she’d managed to kick her slacks and panties off one leg.

She sank a little lower and then my cock was pressing against and into her. She finally stopped saying “but”, switching to, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my -ah-ah, oh my god.”

I’d felt the gentle touch of her hymen and had given a helpful push at that stage, which explain the small scream. After that it was just, “oh my god” repeatedly while she slowly took me into her. She was tight and my entry was slow, eased by her natural lubricant, her passage stretching to let me past, closing over me to hold me fast.

She finally settled down as far as she could go, fully impaled on my cock.

“You’re fucking me,” sounding surprised.

“Um, no, you’re fucking me,” I pointed out.

“What?” She sounded scandalised.

“Ah, you are on top,” I pointed out. “I’m just sitting here.”

“But you made me,” she protested. “You know you did.”

“Let’s not quibble over petty details,” I said, waving them off with a gesture. “I think that now we’ve gone this far we might as well finish. Why don’t you try and move with me.”

My hands gently massaged her breasts while I pressed myself firmly against her and then pulled back a little. A very little, seeing I was sitting and had nowhere to go. Still it served as my nudge back in was met by Angela pushing back against me.

From small starts big things grow. It wasn’t all that long and Angela was happily bouncing on me, rising the length of my shaft and then plunging back onto it with a happy gurgle, relishing the feel of me inside her. I wasn’t resisting that anyone would notice, pushing up hard to meet her.

I was happy to let things build, playing with her breasts the entire time, thoroughly enjoying myself. I considered that I was doing a public service, initiating a young virgin in such a manner that she’d be happy to try again.

It seemed all too soon to me when Angela started tightening up, making little gasping sounds, showing all the signs of an imminent climax. I started surging into her a little harder, a little roughly, watching the startled look on her face as her climax finally hit her. I pulled her close to me, my mouth covering hers, while she clung tightly to me, shaking with this unknown feeling that was tearing her apart.

My cock finished its frenetic throbbing, relieved of its load for a while. Angela sagged against me with a low moan of satisfaction.

She finally sat up and glared at me, although it was a pretty feeble glare.

“I can’t believe that you did that,” she snapped.

“I’m pretty surprised myself,” I admitted. “Still, you were absolutely marvellous.”

“Well, it’s not going to happen again,” she told me, standing on her dignity.

“If you say so,” I said agreeably. “Unless I catch you in the yard again and then I’ll just naturally have to do my best to persuade you otherwise.”

She gave me a put-upon look and changed the subject.

“The very least you can do is let me have a shower now before I get dressed,” she groused.

“Um, I would but I’m not sure that Jean will understand why you’re having a shower at our place.”

It seemed that such minor details as my wife had completely slipped past Angela.

“She’s home?” she asked, sounding horrified.

“Well, yeah. It’s her TV time. She’s in watching Days of our Wives or Game of Bones or some such thing. Still, I’m pretty sure she’ll notice if the shower goes on.”

I needn’t have bothered explaining. Angela was scrambling back into her clothes at a great rate. Never seen a woman get dressed so fast. Then she was heading off home, words sounding like, “Incredible moron,” came floating back to me. Surely she wasn’t referring to me.

I have to admit that the whole episode slightly shook me. I’d expected anything from a polite demurral to a horrified scream and a slap. A faux protest and enthusiastic fuck had not been on my expectation list. Now I was wondering what other opportunities I’d missed by not grabbing when the chance was there. Life can be so hard.

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Chelsea’s First Time Ch. 01

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After many months together, Charlie confided the full extent of his fantasy to Bonnie. He’d been hesitant to tell her about it, but when he did, the revelation tied their already close-knit union even tighter. She saw that it made him hard, and as usual, when she saw his excitement her eagerness to please him grew in proportion to it.

The fantasy wasn’t much of a secret by that point. Bonnie could see that her daughter had an effect on Charlie. It didn’t bother her; she thought it was cute. As the mother of a popular and sought after girl, she was proud of Chelsea, and pleased that Charlie found her attractive.

Chels was stunning after all, and getting more beautiful with each passing year. Many people remarked on her resemblance to her mom and Bonnie took that as a great compliment. She understood though, that no matter how pretty she herself was, a big-boobed, skinny eighteen year old with a fresh face was a hard thing for a sexual man like Charlie not to notice.

Along with Chelsea’s beautiful face and bountiful body, she also had considerable confidence. She had worked hard as a competitive cheerleader throughout her high school years, traveling to competitions around her state and a few times nationally. She was worldly beyond her years and comfortable around boys, appreciating the ample attention they paid her. Bonnie was proud of this trait too. She was never as comfortable around the opposite sex when she was a schoolgirl. It wasn’t until well after her divorce–when she’d met Charlie to be precise–that her sexuality began to bloom.

As Charlie and Bonnie’s relationship developed, he became less guarded about sneaking peeks at Chelsea. He’d stand by the kitchen sink at Bonnie’s house and stare out the window to the driveway where Chelsea washed her car in shorts and a tank top…or he’d glance at her as she stood tip-toed in the butler’s pantry reaching for a flower vase high on a shelf. Bonnie and Charlie would be playing cards at the kitchen table and his eyes would zero in on Chelsea’s flat tummy as her blouse rode up. Bonnie would wait patiently, letting him soak in the sight for a few moments before giggling and reminding him it was his turn to play a card.

As Charlie and Bonnie grew closer, she would sometimes tease him about her daughter. In June, shortly after Chelsea’s high school graduation, Bonnie mentioned as they talked on the phone that Chelsea was mowing the lawn in her bathing suit. Charlie laughed, and asked for more details. Bonnie coiled the phone cord around her finger and cocked her head to the side while looking to the backyard.

“Well, it’s a yellow string bikini. Her boobs are on full display in it, baby. They’re Ds, bigger than mine, and firmer. They point straight out, with just the slightest jiggle when she walks. She’s keeping her lawn mower lines straight, I’ll say that for her.”

“Oh, baby, you’re killing me,” Charlie replied.

Another time, on a stifling hot early summer’s day while again on the phone, Bonnie told Charlie that Chelsea was asleep on her bed, stripped down to a lacy white bra and thong set in front of a fan.

No doubt, Charlie got excited hearing comments like these. He loved the fact that Bonnie enjoyed teasing him in this way. But Bonnie went slowly with the banter, careful not to dangle her newly-of-age daughter in front of him too blatantly. As much as he longed to be teased, only occasionally would she paint those pretty pictures for him. For Charlie’s part, he was careful too. He went a long time before letting on to the extent of his imagination. Eventually, Charlie confessed how much he liked Bonnie’s teasing, and that’s all she needed to hear to step it up a notch.

One evening while they were in bed after hours of lovemaking, she told Charlie she’d seen her daughter earlier that day on the front curb with her new boyfriend. Chelsea was part of a summer cheering program and was headed to a nearby state university for an overnight cheering competition. She was waiting for a friend from the squad to pick her up. She was wearing short-shorts and a baby doll top that hardly kept her big boobs from spilling out the sides. Bonnie had watched out the living room window as Chelsea teased her boyfriend mercilessly, lifting the blouse slightly and twisting her torso, drawing an imaginary line with her forefinger connecting many tiny chigger bites on her flat tummy.

When Bonnie described the scene to Charlie, he blurted, “Those lucky chiggers!” before having a chance to stop himself. Then he asked if the boyfriend had gone to the competition with her.

“No, thank God,” Bonnie replied. “I don’t trust that boy. Eskort I don’t think he’s all that genuine. I think Chelsea’s still a virgin, but I’m concerned.”

Becoming bolder with his comments, Charlie said, “Well, maybe she was just giving him a little glimpse of her tummy so she wouldn’t have to give him more. You know, give him an image he could make himself cum to later, so she wouldn’t have to do it for him.”

Preferring to tease Charlie instead of ponder Chelsea and her boyfriend’s sex life, Bonnie said, “Or, maybe you’ll store the image so you can come later!”

Charlie laughed and rolled on top of her, tickling her and smothering her with kisses. They had made love only a half hour earlier but suddenly Charlie was hard again. Like always, Bonnie let him do whatever he desired.

Yes, Bonnie was proud of Chelsea. Proud of her angelic face, proud of her sinful body, proud of her devil-may-care attitude. So much so, that after Charlie had asked a third time, Bonnie secretly shot a photograph of a bikini-clad Chelsea to give to him.

When Charlie had first asked for a photograph, Bonnie pretended not to hear the request. She wanted to please him, but she wasn’t sure she could go that far, and doubted she’d be able to snap a picture without Chelsea wondering what it was for. But Charlie has his ways of getting what he wants from Bonnie. He persisted, and before long, Bonnie figured a way to give him what he wanted. The fact was, she liked Charlie having what he desired, and liked being the one providing it.

It had always been this way between them. Charlie would coax Bonnie about one sexual thing or another, and Bonnie would happily acquiesce. When she was married, her husband was very strict with her and not at all sexual. He would have a fit if she so much as showed her legs in public. After her divorce, and within weeks of meeting Charlie, she found herself being opened up to all sorts of previously closed worlds.

Charlie was the exact opposite of her ex-husband. He was very sexual, and pushed for her to dress provocatively. He coaxed her into trying anal sex for the first time, and taught her the precise ways he liked her to suck him. When he mentioned he wanted her to swallow his come after oral sex she happily obliged. She’d had no interest in doing these things before meeting Charlie; but after falling in love with him she became quite comfortable indulging in life’s sensual pleasures. Nowadays, she’ll do just about anything he asks. She is a woman in love, and loves pleasing him as much as he loves being pleased.

After Chelsea returned from her cheering competition she had a week off from practice so Bonnie took her for a few days to a beach resort up the coast. Although Bonnie rarely got up the nerve to speak with Chelsea about sex, while at the resort she brought up her concerns about Chelsea’s new boyfriend, saying he seemed like a player who’d ultimately hurt her. Chelsea acted thoroughly nauseated by the thought of having sex; she swore she was a virgin and planned on staying that way. Whether this was true or not almost didn’t matter. Bonnie was just grateful to have heard the admission, and grateful that the conversation ended so quickly, while also thinking she’d done her motherly duty to bring it up.

When they got back home from the resort, Charlie and Bonnie were lying naked on his bed one evening when Bonnie got up from the sheets and fished a newly taken photo out from her bag. The picture showed Chelsea from a birds-eye view, lying on an outdoor lounger by a pool wearing the same skimpy string bikini she’d mowed the lawn in. She had wide-rimmed, black sunglasses on and earpods in her ears. The white cord of the earphones snaked down between the valley of her breasts. Charlie followed it passed her cleavage, over her tanned tummy, and then left to her hip, where the cord plugged into her ipod tucked into the string of her bikini bottom.

Bonnie was looking over Charlie’s shoulder as he sat at the edge of the bed looking at the photo; she whispered that it had been easy to take the picture because Chelsea was asleep at the time. As he lingered over the picture more, Charlie noticed that her hair was wet. There was a sheen on her upper lip and he wasn’t sure if it was sweat or from a recent swim.

Charlie spent long moments admiring the swollen breasts straining the material of the bikini top, then lingered over the prominent hip bones showing beneath Chelsea’s tiny string bottom. The suit was pulled taut across her pelvis, leaving a tiny gap between it and her skin. He daydreamed about sliding his hand into the gap and touching her virgin clit.

As his arousal grew, maybe Charlie should have become embarrassed. And maybe, as Bonnie glanced down to see the photo’s effect on him, she should have been mad. Instead, she got wet, as she always did when Charlie was in that state.

“Her boobs stick straight up even when she’s lying down,” Charlie mused.

“She eighteen, baby. Her big boobs hardly move at all.”

Charlie continued to stare at the photo as Bonnie got off the bed and began to dress. Putting on a new bra with see-thru cups she’d bought earlier that week, she joked that she might have to give the bra to her daughter, as the cups felt loose and Chelsea’s boobs were bigger than hers. Charlie looked up from the photo, imagining Chelsea stuffing her big boobs into Bonnie’s see-thru bra. He reached for one of Bonnie’s breasts and fondled the erect nipple through the sheer material. When Bonnie saw that he was now even harder, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, sucking him to orgasm as he looked at the picture and making sure to swallow his deposit when he came.

The next day, Charlie was at work when Bonnie emailed other pictures she’d taken while on vacation with Chelsea. He was a lawyer at a large firm in the city and when he saw the email come in with the subject “More pictures you’ll like!” he got up from his desk and closed his office door. Sprinkled among some typical vacation scenes Charlie found what he’d hoped for: more bikini pictures of Chelsea.

Charlie had quickly bypassed the photos of seascapes and exotic birds and lingered over the ones of Chelsea for quite a while. More than ever, she looked like a girl ready for sex, with a tight butt that Bonnie takes pains to point out, and those big “well-proportioned” boobs. On the phone with Bonnie later in the day he thanked her for all the pictures, especially the ones of Chelsea. He mentioned that in one of them he could see her erect nipples straining her bikini top as she emerged from the ocean waves.

Bonnie remembered the picture he was referring too. She’d sent it because Chelsea looked gorgeous in it, her body dripping wet and her piercing blue eyes looking straight at the camera. She replied that he must have been looking closely to have noticed that!

“Are you sure she’s not having sex with that boyfriend of hers? I mean, she looks very sexual. She could easily be a lingerie model.”

“I truly hope she isn’t. I tried talking with her at the resort but didn’t get too far. I’m just afraid he’s going to break her heart.”

In his most silly voice, Charlie said, “Ya know, Bon, you really should bring Chelsea to my place with you some night. I’d give her a very good first experience.”

Bonnie could tell he was joking. As she was doing more and more these days, she decided to tease him a little. “That’s a great idea, baby. I’m sure you’d be very gentle with her.”

“I sure would,” Charlie continued with a laugh, not wanting to give up the banter. “After all, she’s going to do it anyway, right? Might as well bring her to me, where you can keep an eye on her and know she’ll be safe.”

Bonnie laughed about the outrageousness of the thought.

Charlie chuckled too. Not wanting Bonnie to feel left out of his fantasy, he quickly added, “You could teach her all the right ways to use that hot body of hers. You’d be the perfect teacher, my love.”

“Well, that’s thanks to you, baby. Anything I know, I learned from you.”

After hanging up, Bonnie giggled more to herself. She knew he was joking. She loved his humor as much as she loved his honesty. It was true she needed to keep an eye on Chelsea these days. And it was also true she hoped her daughter would find safe experiences for herself…unlike the one that seemed inevitable with her new boyfriend.

As Bonnie lay in bed that night, she wasn’t able to stop herself from wondering what outfit Charlie might want to see Chelsea in. She knew Charlie’s tastes so well. Eventually she decided on a little green sundress she’d bought for Chelsea at Abercrombie and Fitch while they were away. It flaired out at mid-thigh and showed lots of cleavage up top. It looked completely adorable on Chelsea, and Bonnie knew Charlie would love it.

Underneath the dress, she’d put her daughter in the see-thru bra that she had indeed handed down weeks earlier, and one of the super-skimpy thongs that Bonnie is forever finding in Chelsea’s laundry basket these days. She would paint Chelsea’s fingernails, and maybe even recommend she shave herself completely, because that’s how Charlie likes it.

She was finding it hard to sleep, and let her thoughts drift more to what Charlie’s reaction would be if Bonnie were to undress her daughter down to the tiny thong and see-thru bra in front of him. Charlie was so virile; she knew he’d get hard instantly while studying Chelsea’s young nipples beneath the see-thru cups and gazing at her dewy folds clinging damply to the dimpled thong.

“My daughter is bold,” Bonnie would whisper to him. “I could never have done this at her age. I was naïve and nervous before meeting you. Look at her. Isn’t she naturally beautiful?”

Charlie would agree, and Bonnie would glance down and notice the familiar bulge in his pants.

There are things Chelsea doesn’t know about her mom. She would be surprised to see how bold Bonnie is with Charlie, and how in control she can be, even when giving up all control to him. Frankly, Bonnie would like to show her know-it-all daughter that mom can still teach her a thing or two.

Rolling over in bed, Bonnie couldn’t shake Charlie’s silly fantasy from her mind. She put her hand between her legs and was surprised to discover how wet she’d become. She decided not to think about it anymore and moved her hand away from her clit. She kept it resting on her thigh, and before long her wrist slid inward again and her fingers were drawn back to her pussy. As she moved her fingers over her thickening lips a thought entered her mind of Charlie reacting to Chelsea taking her bra all the way off, exposing her ripe breasts to him.

Bonnie’s fingers moved to her slippery clit as she envisioned Charlie’s hard on pushing against his pants as he gazed at her daughter. He would be so excited he’d probably pull out his erection in front of both of them. And Bonnie would instinctively genuflect as she always does upon seeing it, wanting to love him with her mouth.

Bonnie wondered what Chelsea would do while watching her mother demonstrate the sucking technique Charlie had taught her, sucking him deeply and slowly before building to quick short strokes and moving her hand back and forth on the shaft to make him come. Knowing how brave and bold Chelsea is, maybe she’d slide a finger inside her tiny thong and play with herself brazenly as she watched, just as her mom was doing now privately.

Or, more typical of Chelsea, maybe she’d get impatient and tell her mom she wasn’t doing it right and to move over. Bonnie couldn’t help but giggle at the thought, knowing it sounded exactly like what Chels would do, whether she actually had experience or not.

Alone in her bed, Bonnie massaged herself more quickly, thinking of Charlie being so hard in her mouth as Chelsea watched. She put two fingers of her free hand in her mouth and imagined him holding her head still and moving his cock in and out. He’d tell Bonnie he was getting close and she’d take his warm cock from her mouth, holding him off while saying it was Chelsea’s time to learn.

She would then motion for her daughter to get on her knees alongside her.

Bonnie’s fingers circled her clit feverishly, breathing through her nose in short, choppy breaths as she continued sucking her fingers. Then she pulled her fingers from her mouth and let them flutter around her blooming nipples like hummingbirds. She thought of her daughter dropping to her knees before Charlie, her big young breasts exposed and her mouth open and eager.

Bonnie envisioned the perfect scenario for Charlie. How she’d hold his shaft out from his body in one hand while keeping the hair out of her daughter’s face with the other. How she’d guide Chelsea forward with her hand on the back of her head, coaxing her, talking softly and supportively, telling her to put it in deeply, while pulling Charlie gently toward Chelsea’s mouth. And then her confident daughter would begin sucking him in earnest, just as she’d seen her mom do moments earlier.

Bonnie knew it wouldn’t take long for Charlie’s legs to begin their familiar tremble. She envisioned him positioning his hands on Chelsea’s head, holding it in place as he does with Bonnie’s when he’s about to come. And then his warm liquid would erupt into Chelsea’s mouth, a mouth looking so much like her mother’s, and making those same moany sounds her mom makes when Charlie comes in it.

Bonnie came hard on her fingers just then, convulsing in wave after wave until her soft moans subsided and her body rolled over onto its side. Several minutes later she lay content and cooing while staring at the wall, her hand still clamped between her knees. She realized she’d just come about as hard as she ever had before. It wasn’t long before her antsy mood had been replaced by fatigue and she felt ready for sleep.

Closing her eyes she smiled while drifting off, very sure that Charlie could never talk her into such a thing.

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