Group lesbians. I woke up in the hospital. My arms strapped down to the bed and bandages wrapped around both wrists. My mom saw me open my eyes and came over and brushed my hair out of my face with her hand. I didn’t remember much of what happened I just remembered Sherri scream for mom and then the sound of a siren. “How are you feeling,” mom asked. I nodded knowing she couldn’t be too happy with me
I saw my dad in the room and he came over and kissed my forehead. They both looked. . . so stressed and older and I felt bad. I had a couple tubes going into my arm, an IV and blood. I wondered if either of my parents were going to ask me why. I didn’t know what I’d say if they did
I just lay there resting feeling pretty stupid. The doctor and a nurse came in to see me and asked my parents to step out of the room. He asked me was I trying to kill myself and I admitted I was. He told me that was a pretty extreme decision to make and asked me why I would want to end my life. I looked at him and the nurse and thought a minute then just said, “It’s very complicated. It usually is,” he replied then went on, “If you could break it down into little pieces what would be the worst part? I hurt my best friend really badly,” I answered. Sometimes a hurt friendship can heal but even if it doesn’t it shouldn’t be the end of the world. You are young and you can make lots of friends in your life,” he said. I nodded then added, “I have lots of things I’m ashamed of. Most people do young lady, most people do. I nodded. Lets get you back to health and then we’ll see if we can find you some help to deal with the things weighing on you. Again I nodded and lost a tear. “Can I get these loose?” I asked about the straps. Let’s keep that medication connected to your arms one more night then we can release them tomorrow. I nodded. The doctor and nurse left the room. My father went home with my sister and my mom spent the night at the hospital with me. I made it through the night without any nightmares. In the morning I was brought breakfast and they released my straps like the doctor promised and that made me feel better
The nurse did warn me not to pull at my tubes or at my bandages on my wrists or they would have to be strapped again. The food was bland but I felt better for having something to eat. I asked my mom if the baby was okay and she said that the doctors had said they thought so. The main risk was that I had lost a lot of blood and they had to give me blood when I got to the hospital. I told my mom I was sorry, she didn’t answer but hugged me. Do you know if Elizabeth knows?” I asked her. I don’t know sweety, probably not yet. Will you call her? Sure when your father comes by I’ll call her. Thanks. My father came to the hospital around lunch time. My mom looked relieved and went and got something to eat. My dad’s face really showed a lot of hurt and concern and I felt really guilty
I wondered how he would look if he knew more about who I was, or at least who I had become. A couple different people from the hospital came and talked to me. One of them was a therapist. The therapist talked to me without my parents in the room. Asking me lots of personal questions including did I still want to kill myself. I told him no and he looked directly in the eyes asking me was I sure. I nodded to tell him I was sure but he saw the doubt in my eyes. He then told me to be released group lesbians from the hospital I would have to start therapy both individual and group
I told him I was in the rape support group. This seemed to surprise him and he asked me if I felt I was benefitting from it. I told him I wasn’t sure. He then asked me had I been speaking and participating in group. I told him I hadn’t yet. He told me that sooner or later I needed to try
I nodded. The nurses changed the dressing on my wrists once each day and it made me nauseous when I saw the scars on my wrists. I had done a good job cutting them. I found out that I had been taken off the depression medication. One of the potential side effects of the medication was the possibility of suicidal tendencies. Apparently I had that side effect
The weekend at the hospital passed by slow. I spent the whole weekend there and didn’t get to go home till Monday. I didn’t hear from Elizabeth over the whole weekend. My mom never said if she called her. This left me feeling very sad. After getting home I wasn’t sure I was ready to face going back to school. I was so frustrated because I wanted to explain to my parents what I was afraid of and how I felt, but I also was afraid to do that because I was afraid for them to find out how much of a slut I had become. I told my mom I didn’t know if I could go to school. She asked why but I just stayed quiet not really knowing how to explain. That evening my father got a call from Elizabeth’s mom
There was good news, the DNA had came back on Thomas Johnson the boy whose truck was damaged. His DNA did match DNA found on Elizabeth’s hands by the hospital. With that evidence he confessed to participating in Elizabeth’s assault and agreed to a deal to give up the names of the other three boys. The boys had been arrested and were now in police custody. Elizabeth had to be on cloud nine. I was happy for her. But I was also sad that I had not heard from her. I think my mom could tell because she came and sat with me and gave me a hug. We had dinner and there wasn’t much conversation at dinner
I was feeling more myself now that I had been off that anti depressant medication. I was nervous about maybe having a nightmare but I didn’t want to feel so numb anymore. I tried to convince myself that the medicine was the reason I got together with Scott in the janitor’s closet and his friends. I tried to eat lots of vegetables like my mother liked. We finished dinner and I headed up to my room. I didn’t lay in my group lesbians room very long before either my mom, sister or dad would walk by and check on me. When it happened the third time and it was my mom I called to her and she came into my room. Mom, I’m not going to try that again, okay? She looked at me listening and gave me a hug and started to cry. Tori, I just don’t understand how you felt that desperate. I wished I could put it in words for her, there were so many secrets that I was holding in my heart
It seemed like everyday there were more and more. I wanted to tell my mother that I didn’t want to live anymore because I made a slut of myself and I hurt the person I loved most, Elizabeth, but I remember my mother’s words about if Elizabeth was more then a friend that she would be treated the same as a boy and would not be allowed to be alone with me. I knew I needed alone time with her, that was IF she ever would speak to me again. I wanted to tell her and everyone that Scott had arranged for me to be with the coach, but as big an ass as I now understood Scott was, I did not believe he would have set me up with the coach if he thought he would beat and rape me. He did think I was willing I led him to believe that so it was my fault too. That medicine was really messing with my mind mom.” I said. I’m sorry,” she said and I knew she group lesbians felt guilty for agreeing for me to take the medicine. Mom, I wanted it too. It. . . it just made me not care about anything or anyone. She nodded struggling not to cry loud and just hugged me
“I’m sorry I let you down,” she said. You didn’t let me down mom. I let myself down. She held me tight and stroked my hair and rocked with me and I felt horribly guilty for what I was doing to practically everyone I knew. I knew then I had to change. She held me a little longer then headed back downstairs. I somehow managed to sleep that night without a nightmare. I wasn’t ready to return to school the next day so I stayed home and had my mom call in sick for me. Wednesday evening I asked my dad if he would drop me off at group. My mom heard me and offered to come with me and I told her thank you but that I needed to go to group on my own
She stroked my hair and told me okay and my dad agreed to drive me. He took me to the location and watched to make sure I made it in okay. I walked into the session alone for the first time and that’s exactly how I felt. . . alone. I found a chair close to a dark corner in the room the opposite side of the room where we normally sat
I’m not sure why I was surprised but I was when she walked in. Even coming into the group she still seemed to walk with such self confidence. I watched her go to the opposite side of the room. She walked to where we normally sat and I felt bad for sitting on the other side of the room. The meeting started and a couple women spoke. I had to sit somewhere different because I felt like if I sat in the same place I had every other time I had come to group I would again sit silently through the whole session. How Elizabeth found her voice that night here I don’t know because I was so scared of the idea of speaking
I never had been good at speaking in class in school so I didn’t see this as any different. When there was a pause in the discussion I took a deep breath and I cleared my throat and I heard my own begin to speak. Hi, my name is Tori and I was raped. . . . I was in a hotel with a coach from my school and I know I shouldn’t have been there
At first I was going along with it but things changed and he started hitting and hurting me. I then started begging him to stop and saying no but he didn’t. He beat me up and raped me and it changed so many things in my life. . . . I stopped for a moment and caught my breath and I looked at her eyes and they looked hurt and unsympathetic
I knew exactly why and I started to speak again. What I don’t want to tell you, what I don’t want to tell my parents, what I don’t want to admit to my best friend is why I was there. I don’t want to admit it to anyone because most of all I don’t want to admit it to myself. You see, all I wanted my whole life growing up was for other people to like me. I wanted to be popular. And I wanted to be more popular then my sister. And I thought I had found a way to do that but all I found a way to do was
. . to make myself a slut. I met a guy and wanted him as my boyfriend, because he was one of the most popular kids in my school. He was handsome and hot and well liked by everyone and he could have anyone as his girlfriend. I was so excited when I thought he liked me. But what I didn’t think about or want to admit to myself is what I was willing to do so he would like me. I went from being a virgin, who had hardly even kissed a boy to a girl who would do anything to make him happy
I am so ashamed of the things I have done, everything from giving him head, to sex with him, and all the way to giving oral to other guys and even having sex with other guys he asked me to be with. I tried to talk my way out of it but he didn’t listen to it and I let him talk me into doing all types of things with all types of people. I had threesomes with him and his best friend, and another with him and his ex-girlfriend. I was willing to do whatever it took to please him no matter how it made me feel. So that night I went to that hotel not knowing who would be there, but pretty sure someone else might be. I’m not saying that I wasn’t raped, but I know I have to change how I’m acting because if I don’t I will continue to be a victim. But there is probably one thing that I needed to hold onto. I know my best friend might not understand, but I think I had to hold onto it because if I didn’t then it puts it all on me
I had to believe that there is a little bit of good in my ex-boyfriend. If there wasn’t any good in him, if he didn’t care about me at all then what did that say about me. I had to believe that he had no idea that the guy would rape me. I had to believe that he would never want me hurt like that. Everyday it gets harder to believe that he had any feelings for me at all. Everyday I believe it less, but if he didn’t love me, if he didn’t have any feelings for me, then all the things I did just made me that much more a slut. But what hurts the most is that my best friend believes he knew about my rape, and my best friend believes that even worse he got even with me and her for reporting my rape by getting his friends to rape her. As I was explaining this I couldn’t help but cry because I was finally saying the one thing I had tried to block out, the one thing I didn’t want to believe but by blocking it out I was losing my best friend. So I kept going. So I try to believe he had nothing to do with it
I try to believe he wouldn’t do that to me, I try to believe he wouldn’t do that to her. And then even knowing how she felt I slept with him again. But not only him, but him and two other guys, guys I didn’t know. I’m not sure why I did it, I do know the doctor had put me on anti-depressants and that I was feeling numb. So I didn’t care
But when my best friend found out I had been with him again, it hurt her so much. I think at that moment I understood how she felt because I felt more worthless and more like a slut then I ever had. I felt like garbage like I had let my family down, and my best friend down and myself down. And at that moment I felt more worthless then I ever had. So I did something I regret. I tried to kill myself. I’m vey lucky, because apparently my sister found me shortly after I tried. She screamed for my mom and they called an ambulance and I ended up in the hospital and got units of blood and that saved me from dying. So tonight I need to tell you I was raped. I turned myself into a slut for a guy and he shared me with anyone he wanted to and I let him
He sent me to the man who raped me and maybe even got black girl threesome his friends to hurt my best friend to stop her from telling the police about my rape. I was shaking now struggling not to sob but continued, “But I know I have to move on, to change. I have to forgive myself for what I’ve done. I have to hope my friend forgives me for what all has happened. The worst part is that I’m pregnant and because of the guys my boyfriend had me be with I don’t even know who the father of my baby is. How do I admit to my family I have no idea who the father is? I can’t picture myself ever telling them about everything I’ve done, or even part of what I’ve done. I’m ashamed enough I’m not sure I could handle them knowing what a slut I have become. So yes, I was raped, but I have to live with the guilt I will always feel about it. With that I looked down and stopped talking
The leader of the group paused long enough to make sure I was done. When she was sure I was finished she dismissed the group. A few of the women came by and gave me a hug and I was struggling to hold it together. But I was stunned and relieved when I got the hug from the person I wanted and needed it from the most Elizabeth. It was at that moment that the emotion of it all came out and I broke down as hard as I ever have. She held me tight while I cried. I hoped she understood how I felt
I hoped she understood why I had needed to believe that Scott had nothing to do with her rape. Yet now I had my doubts about everything especially who I was. But she hugged me tight never the less. We stayed like that quite a while and she began to cry too. I felt bad for this because she was this incredibly strong person but I had brought her to this. It took us both awhile to stop and we wiped away each other’s tears. I told her my dad would be waiting outside so she called her mom and told her my father would drop her off again. We went out to his car and he drove her home and we held hands in the backseat the whole time
She asked me if she’d see me at school tomorrow and I nodded deciding that I needed to face the world again knowing that everyone probably knew about my attempted suicide. We kissed goodnight and she headed into her home and my father drove us home. To be continued.
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Latina big tits group anal. Author's Comment: Life can be a time when everything is pretty much routine, and you've figured out pretty much what you think the world is like and...what you're like. And then something comes along to shake that world view up and everything just goes to hell in a hand basket. That's what this story tries to catch the flavor of. ========================== Chapter One Claire Richardson was excited as she boarded the school bus. She didn't take the time to examine that feeling, even though she was thirty-three years old and was on her way to a high school football tournament. She just enjoyed the thrills that were coursing through her body as she bounced up the steps and entered a tiny world of controlled chaos
The noise hit her like a falling wall as she turned the corner to face fifty-some-odd students, all of whom seemed to be shouting at the top of their lungs. Most of them were boys, a few of whom she knew because her son, Bobby, had brought them to the house for one meal or another, or because they had dated her daughter, Lori. No one seemed to notice her at first, though, whether they knew her or not. The boys were thinking about the upcoming games. The girls were clustered in little groups that cheerleaders always seemed to sort themselves into. They weren't exactly cliques, because the girls were a team of sorts too, but they had natural tendencies to hang with the other girls who were most like them. Had Claire stopped to examine the feelings coursing through her body, she might have recognized them as being remarkably like sexual feelings
She might have noticed that her panties were a little damp and that her nipples had spiked through the cream colored silk blouse she should have known better than to wear to a sporting event weekend. But she hadn't had time to change after work. She was dressed for business-a charcoal wool skirt clinging to her hips, making the jut of her breasts seem larger than they actually were. She wasn't ignored for long. Had Claire examined the faces of all those teenagers, she might have noticed that a lot of the boys' eyes lingered on her as she waded slowly through the crowd, lugging her bag behind her, looking for her own children. Or she might have noticed the frowns of some of the girls as THEY noticed who the boys were looking at with that look in their eyes that made the girls get wary and careful. But it had been a long time since Claire had been in an atmosphere charged so heavily with teen hormones and the spirit of impending "combat," and she'd forgotten how it affected a person. She'd shut away her own feelings for the last ten years, after her husband had said that two screaming kids wasn't what he had in mind for his future. Back when Claire was in high school, she had fought off all the boys, looking to her future and wanting to save her virginity for the man she just knew would sweep her off her feet. It was made that much more difficult by the fact that she was a cheerleader. She resisted men in college too, until the team won a big game and a frat on campus threw them a victory party
She had perhaps one too many wine coolers that night. The star of the game was a boy named Denny who had convinced her to give him a victory kiss. Denny's kisses had set her on fire. Her resolve to stay a virgin seeped away like the fluid in her wine cooler when it was knocked over as he pulled her up. The next thing she knew, she was lying on a bed with him in a darkened room. And it HAD been glorious. She hadn't had any idea how wonderful a stiff penis would feel stroking the walls of her vagina and scraping along her enflamed clit. Her almost instant addiction to that feeling had led to her lying naked under him time and again. He’d knocked her up while they were both sophomores in college, and she'd agreed to marry him even though she liked several other boys more. She'd wanted to believe they were in love and nothing either of their parents had said against the marriage had sunk in. And, truth be told, things hadn't been so bad at first
But when he'd gotten her pregnant again within a year, and the money troubles had started, and he'd had to take two jobs, and couldn't party with his buddies, he'd thrown in the towel. Claire had been left to finish college and raise Lori and Bobby by herself, with a little help from her parents now and then. So SHE was the one who had to take three jobs and forego dating or any social relationships outside her jobs. And her determination had finally led her to find something she was good at. She'd taken an entry level job at a bank and had eventually worked her way up to being the manager of the loan department. Her single-minded devotion to her two children had resulted in success in the business world and a comfortable living for them all. But it was at the cost of her social life, as she deflected the well meaning...and some not-so-well-meaning…advances of the men she ran into in that business world. She knew she was beautiful and desirable. She cultivated that appearance, because it had helped her succeed in the banking business. She was aware that she was attractive and that people-both men and women-saw her as a sexual being, but she viewed that side of her as a tool, used only to seal a deal and not to pursue personal enjoyment
Her fingers did for her what she thought her body needed occasionally. She had grown so used to the convenience of being able to grab a quick orgasm now and then that she had unconsciously held herself aloof from any relationships with a man that might have been vastly more satisfying. It was almost an accident that she’d met Coach Bondurant, or "Chuck" as he demanded she call him. She knew he was her son's football coach, because Bobby talked about him like he was a legend. So, when he applied for a loan to buy a house in Hillsdale, where she lived, and his file was brought to her for approval, she’d decided to meet him in person. That he was five years younger than she was something she noticed but didn't dwell on. He had a good job and, as far as she could tell, was good at that job, so she had approved the loan. Having been turned down by two other banks, his thanks had been effusive, and her casual, "You coach my son Bobby," had generated praise for her as a mother. That was what made her give him another look. Being a mother was her pride and joy. And that look had turned into a chat, and that chat had resulted in his solicitation for her to be a sponsor for the regional championships that the team was going to attend
When he explained that the team, along with their supporting cheerleaders, would be staying in a motel for several nights, and that adults were needed to chaperone them, and that the cheerleading coach was eight months pregnant and couldn't go, and that he was having a hard time getting a female to agree to come along for the ride, Claire made one of those snap decisions that she had learned to trust. She agreed to do it. There had been little time to plan or think about things before it was time to pack her bag and get in her Lexus to drive to the school. Bobby and Lori had already made arrangements and were already gone as she backed out of the driveway and drove to Hillsdale High School. She was thinking about trips SHE had taken as a cheerleader almost twenty years ago. She had seen what some of the cheerleaders did with the players when adults weren't watching and she knew well what football players were like. "Denny the Derailer," her former husband, was a linebacker who had battered down her defenses as effectively as he battered down the defenses around the quarterbacks he sacked. She hadn't thought about Denny for a long time, moving on with her life. He dropped a card to the kids once in a while, but neither of them had ever seen him once they got old enough to remember him. They knew who he was, but had no real feeling for him
The three of them-Claire and her two children-had poured all of their affection into their little family. Maybe it was the memory of that wild night when she lost her virginity...and got pregnant with Bobby…that re-awoke the emotions coursing through her as she boarded the bus that day. If so, she wasn't aware that she was excited in the same way she'd been excited that fateful night so long ago. All she knew was that she was excited and she was having fun BEING excited. There hadn't been much excitement in her life for a long time. At any rate, as she bumped and jostled her way down the aisle of the bus, pushing past students, looking for her children, she looked like she felt. She was a woman who made the boys turn their heads toward her, admiring the thrust of her breasts through the silk blouse, including the prominent nipples that pushed through her thin Victoria's Secret bra. She saw Bobby and Lori sitting together in a seat toward the back of the bus and an even warmer feeling raced through her. They were talking to each other animatedly, obviously fond of each other, and that made her feel good
So many brothers and sisters fought constantly, but that was something she didn't have to put up with. And there were other students involved with them, leaning over the back of the seat in front of them or standing beside them. They were obviously popular. It made her feel successful as a parent. Lori saw her first and smiled widely as she waved. She stood up and called out, "Hi Mom!" As Lorie's voice pierced the cacophony of sound, teenagers looked to see Claire making her way slowly toward them. She heard one boy say, "That's your mom? Wow!" That simple comment, made by a boy young enough to be her son, caused Claire to blush. The compliment girls fucking outdoor that from an older man would have been shrugged off as normal jarred her into thinking about her attractiveness in a different way than she usually did. There was a strange mix of emotions that flooded through her as she thought briefly about the irony of the fact that a mere boy's positive appraisal of her appearance meant something to her, while the same thing from a man would have been deflected like a poorly thrown pass. "Mom!" Claire's eyes darted to her daughter's face, which was showing a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Lori was looking at her mother's breasts. Claire looked down and saw immediately what Lori was embarrassed about. Claire had very prominent nipples most of the time, and they were advertising their presence plainly. The woman in her was proud of them
The mother in her immediately recognized that her daughter would think she was improperly dressed. Never mind the fact that Lori had inherited her mother's nipples and that she often showed hers off too. What Lori thought was fine for herself did not apply to her mother. "Sorry," said Claire to her daughter. She looked at Bobby who was also staring at her chest interestedly. There wasn't anything she could do about it now. If she covered the tips of her breasts it would only draw more attention to them and she was used to men staring, so she decided to tough it out. "I'll change when we get there," she said. "I would hope so," said Lori, looking around
She counted at least five boys who were staring at her mother. The look on their faces was just like when they stared at her or one of the other girls. She was aware on a cerebral level that an "older woman" could be a turn on for a younger man, and she knew her mother was beautiful, but the emotions she felt at that moment were distinctly uncomfortable. It was odd to think of her mother as potential competition. At the same time, with the certainty of all young women, Lori was sure that she was more desirable than any older woman could be. "Never mind. I'm being silly. You want to sit with us?" That sent another shot of warmth through Claire as her children, rather than being standoffish that their mother was there, welcomed her. There wasn't any place nearby to put her bag, but a boy offered to put it in the back with the other luggage, which was piled high on the last two rows of seats. By the time she sat down, Claire Richardson was an overflowing jumble of emotions, almost all of them pleasurable
She was immediately surrounded by boys who, for some reason, wanted to talk to her children. It made her feel young again. At least until all the kids started calling her "Mrs. Richardson." That brought her back to earth pretty quickly. But even then it was obvious she was being accepted by the kids, and that made her feel almost as good. She had barely settled in, squeezing Bobby and Lori up against the window of the bus, when Coach Bondurant got on the bus. He called the roll and, when he had decided everyone who was supposed to be there was, he introduced her. "Mrs
Richardson has kindly agreed to chaperone this trip," he announced. "I know you won't give her any hassles ... RIGHT?!" A chorus of "RIGHT" was yelled out in that tone of voice that kids all use to let adults know they've said something stupid, even though they are expected to agree with it. Coach Bondurant went on. "AND, just so we all understand each other, Mrs
Richardson was a cheerleader when she was in high school, so she knows all the tricks. Don't think you're going to be able to game her, because you aren't." Claire wanted to giggle when there was a softer chorus of sighs that clearly indicated some hopes had been dashed, both male and female. The coach waved her forward and, as she left, she heard a boy whisper behind her. "Man Bobby, your mother is HOT!" There was a smack, as of a hand on an arm perhaps, and Lori yipped, "Shut UP Thomas!" Claire just grinned and went up to talk with the Coach. He had saved a seat for them, it turned out, because he’d assumed she'd want to sit with him rather than the students. As she sat down she saw that his eyes were fastened firmly where every other male's eyes had been. He looked up and caught her...catching him. He blushed. "Sorry," he said. Then he smiled. "But I'm normal I guess. I hope you won't hold it against me." He sounded so sincere that she decided not to react as she normally would have reacted
"I suppose I could give you another chance," she said. "I didn't have time to change into something more appropriate." "Thank you," he said and, to her surprise, he sounded like he meant it. "Sit down and I'll show you the schedule and go over the expectations of the school board." It never occurred to Claire that his thanks might be for more than just ... another chance. He hauled out a thick three ring binder and flipped it open to a list of rules and policies that the board expected the team to follow on trips like this one. He was all business now. "You can read over these in the room tonight, or as we drive if you want," he said. Then he launched into explaining a matrix of lines with names beside them of all the schools that would be playing at the tournament, explaining how losses and wins affected lines that didn't have anything beside them. Claire began to remember how things worked and soon they were chatting about their chances of advancing and his tactical plans. Claire loved football
It was one of the few sporting events she followed and watched on TV. That her children were like-minded made their weekends full of sports, both inside and out of the house. The bus started off and the noise level abated somewhat as kids began to cluster into smaller groups and have their own discussions. "So, other than enforcing the rules, what am I supposed to do?" asked Claire. The bus was bounding along on an uneven road now and she saw Chuck's eyes drawn again and again to what she felt bouncing up and down on her chest. To his credit he tore his eyes away from her breasts again and again, looking at the book or at her face. She thought his attempts to make good his "second chance" were cute. He appeared to be trying to be a gentleman, at least. "Well, really, it mostly amounts to making sure the kids don't let their emotions get away from them...off the field," he said. "I mean they're kids and they do what kids have always done if they get the chance." His eyes strayed to her bouncing breasts once again. Claire laughed
"Well, if they're in separate rooms that shouldn't be so hard." Chuck didn't smile. "The boys know that breaking curfew will get them benched, but the girls sometimes don't care about that and try to sneak into the boys' rooms. And, of course, the boys who AREN'T involved won't rat them out to the coach, so we have to keep our eyes peeled." "Are there really that many problems?" asked Claire. "You were a cheerleader. Were there problems back then?" asked Chuck, not knowing her history, but assuming that such a beautiful and successful woman would not have any skeletons in the closet. Her response was confusing to him. First she took in a breath and didn't breathe it back out. Then she blushed. Then her mouth opened and closed several times. Finally she stammered, "I see what you mean." It left him wondering about her past, but he didn't ask any questions. "We'll try to put their rooms as far from each other as we can," he said
"Sometimes we don't have much choice in the matter." The rest of the trip-several hours-was spent in light conversation, during which both adults developed a respect for each other that didn't surprise them...and an attraction that did. The coach's words were prophetic, in ways he couldn't have dreamed. It turned out that all the other schools had arrived already. Several had taken more rooms than they had originally booked and, based on Chuck's preliminary room diagram, they were two rooms short at check-in. The motel manager was apologetic, blaming his staff for overbooking the motel. He called three other places in town, but if they went that route the team would be scattered all over the place. Fire codes prohibited more than a set number of people being lodged in a room and, as they pored over the paper map the manager produced, it became clear that there would be one female and one male student left over after all the rooms were assigned
And that didn't take into account either Chuck or Claire. Oddly, the solution was offered by Lori, who came to the desk after being chosen by the team to find out why they were all standing around. When she found out the problem she said simply, "Why don't we put Bobby and me and you and Coach in one room?" Chuck looked at Claire and she stared back. It wasn't perfect, but it was a lot better than either of them had come up with. It was agreed that it was the best fix to the problem. The manager was all smiles then, until it was determined that, in one of the rooms, there was a bed missing. Investigation revealed that one bed had been broken the night before, so badly that it couldn't be used any longer, and the maintenance staff had removed it. The remaining bed was a queen sized bed, but it wouldn't sleep four. Everybody else was assigned a room and told to return to the bus at a time specified for supper. In the meantime the manager scurried around, looking for another bed
He came back looking unsure of how his news would be received. "The best I can do is provide a mattress and linens" said the harried innkeeper. "I realize it would amount to little more than a pallet on the floor. I'm sorry, but there's nothing else I can do." "Don't you have a roll-away or something?" asked Claire. "I'm really sorry, but they're all taken," said the man. It became obvious that he had put more people in some rooms than the fire code allowed, but wasn't willing to admit it. Claire looked at her children and Coach Bondurant. "What do you think?" she asked helplessly. Chuck said, "I'll sleep on the floor
It's no big deal." The manager fidgeted. He made it obvious he had other things to do. Claire, used to being in charge of things, said, "OK, we'll work it out somehow. Let's just get in the room before somebody else comes along and takes it." She gave a dark look at the manager, who just shrugged his shoulders. "Of course we'll give you a discount," said the manager. "I would hope so!" barked Claire. When they got to the room a motel worker was already dragging in the mattress that would go on the floor. It was only a double. "We can't fit two people on that!" complained Claire. She remembered what it had been like in college, when she and Denny had shared such a bed. Back then it had been romantic, but this was a different situation. Once again it was Lori who suggested a solution. "Look, Bobby and I could fit on that
His stinky feet will hang over probably, but then they won't be under the covers where their smell will keep me awake." She grinned as her brother gave her a gentle shove. "There's plenty of room in the big one for two people to sleep and not run into each other." Claire wasn't overjoyed about this fix. "Couldn't Bobby and the coach sleep in the big bed?" she asked. "Mom," said Lori with exaggerated patience. "You wouldn't be comfortable sleeping on the floor and you know it. Bobby and I can share the little bed. Like coach said, it's no big deal." "But still, you two would have to be right next to each other," said their mother. "That's OK," said Lori
"He's not so bad." Chuck spoke up. "How about if Bobby, and your mother and I slept in the queen? That would leave the smaller bed for Lori. Bobby could sleep in the middle." Bobby laughed. "I like you coach, but not that much. I don't think I could sleep rubbing up against a man. I mean Lori's my sister, but I'd rather bump into her than a man." And so it was decided
There would be a male and female in each bed. By then it was time for supper and they didn't have time to argue about it anymore. Claire couldn't even think about it as she tried to get through the pandemonium of feeding in excess of fifty kids, while busloads of kids from other schools competed for available seats and food. By the time the screaming kids piled out in the motel parking lot and began to straggle toward their rooms, Claire was so tired she didn't care who she slept with. She and Lori claimed the bathroom first. Claire sat on the commode while Lori showered and they talked about things in general. Then Lori dried her hair while Claire stood under the warm water. That water suddenly started going cold and she had to shut it off as she got goose bumps all over her body. She got out of the shower and dried off hastily, putting on the silk pajamas she'd brought to sleep in, not dreaming she'd have to sleep with anyone. She looked up to find Lori staring at her. "Aren't you going to wear a bra to bed?" asked her daughter
Claire looked in the mirror and saw that she hadn't dried her body all that well and the cold had spiked her nipples again. They were making two damp points in the thin silk of her pajamas. "I hate to wear bras to bed," she complained. "Well Coach will love you in that outfit," said Lori. "Coach will be gentleman enough to ignore me," said Claire. "I wouldn't bet on that if I were you," said Lori. "I can't believe my own mother looks sexy in pajamas!" Claire looked at Lori, who was wearing a white T shirt and panties. Claire could see her daughter's dark nipples through the shirt. "You don't have much room to talk," she said. "You aren't wearing a bra either, and you don't look so shabby yourself in that. Surely you aren't going to let coach Bondurant see you in just panties." "I thought I'd be staying in a room with girls, Mom. I didn't bring things to wear for bed around men!" "Well you can't just show a strange man your panties," said the mother in Claire. "Wait here." Claire went into the room and asked the two men if either of them had an extra pair of boxer shorts or gym shorts that Lori could wear
Bobby dug through his suitcase and pulled out a pair which he threw to his mother. As far as Claire was concerned, the shorts didn’t help all that much. Her daughter was growing up and was beautiful. "You're still going to make their eyes bug out in that outfit," she said. Lori laughed. "This old thing?" She giggled some more. "Coach will be so busy looking at you he won't even notice I'm there." By the time Lori had helped her dry her hair and pull it back into a pony tail, Claire's nipples had softened and weren't so pronounced. She felt much better about going out into the room, where she planned on getting under the covers as quickly as possible. She wasn't prepared for the change in temperature between the bathroom, with its fogged mirror, and the cool of the main room. By the time she'd taken five steps into the room her nipples were again proudly poking out. Lori was almost correct
When the two women walked into the room, both men looked at them. Chuck's eyes were, in fact, riveted on Claire, though he glanced at Lori, too, several times, his eyes looking like he was at a tennis match. He settled for looking at the ceiling. He and Bobby had been watching TV. He stayed in his chair and told Bobby to go on and take his shower. "There's no hot water left," warned Claire
"It ran out in the middle of my shower." The men took it like men and dashed in and then out of the shower quickly. Both wore gym shorts and T shirts to bed. It was odd being in bed with another person at all, much less a strange man. Claire's emotions, which had already been on high alert, built even more. She couldn't sleep. As she lay there trying not to make any noise in the semi-dark, her eyes adjusted to the light from the parking lot coming in through the thin drapes over the motel windows
Her mind flitted here and there, remembering things. She could feel heat emanating from Chuck, even though there was a chaste fold of blanket gathered between them. It took her ten minutes to realize she was...horny. It took her ten more minutes to realize she wasn't going to get to sleep unless she did something about it. Ever so slowly, she slipped her right hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her silk pajama bottoms. Her senses were heightened and anticipation made her tense as she felt the first strands of her pubes on her fingertips. She almost couldn't suppress a sigh as her finger split her labia, which were stuck together with the proof of her excitement, and her fingertip slid onto her engorged clit. She spread her legs automatically and her right leg bumped Chuck. She froze. Listening, she realized she could hear the smallest sounds-Chuck’s slow breathing, the rustle of bed clothes from the makeshift bed her children were in, as they moved in their sleep, voices from outside somewhere, and the sighing of air as the wall unit under the window tried to pump warm air into the room. Hearing nothing that caused her to believe she'd be discovered, Claire pressed with her index finger on the little bump that was her ticket to sleep
She rolled her fingertip in a circle, playing with the protrusion, and felt the thrills shoot through her that always came when she mauled the little lump of flesh. She went slowly, enjoying the way her passion built as she played with herself. She was perhaps halfway to her orgasm when she heard Lori's almost silent whisper. "Bobby! Not now! Mom's right there!" Claire froze again. Very slowly she turned her head. Her hair was in her face and she was afraid to lift her hand from under the covers to remove it. She could see through one eye the heap of covers that were her children
It was moving. There was a little sighing moan that was in a voice too deep to be her daughter's. "Please?" came Bobby's voice in a whisper. "You'll wake up Mom," came the whisper of her daughter. "You want her to know what we do?" "Nooo," moaned Bobby. "We won't wake her up if we're careful. You know how hard she sleeps. Pleeease? I'm sooo horny." What Bobby was referring to was the fact that, most nights, Claire took a sleeping pill. Her work was demanding on an emotional level, and the pill ensured that she'd get a good night's sleep to face the next day. But this night she hadn't taken the pill. She hadn't thought it would be necessary. There was silence, broken by the sound of what was most likely a kiss. It sounded like a long, wet kiss
Claire couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her own children? Kissing? And quite likely more than that?! Lori's voice still came in a whisper, but it was a breathy one, as if she were breathing hard. "Do you have a rubber?" "In my suitcase," was Bobby's equally breathy reply. "But I can't get up and get it. It would wake her up for sure," he moaned. "Mmmmm that feels good," sighed Lori
"But you know we shouldn't do it without a condom." "Wouldn't you like something more than just my finger?" he whispered. "We shouldn't do it without a condom," repeated Lori. Now it was obvious that she was breathing hard. Claire could hear her deep rapid breaths in the quiet of the room. "Just this once?" pleaded Bobby. "You always say just this once," said Lori. But Claire could hear in her voice that Lori was going to let her brother do it. She was going to let her brother slide his stiff young prick into her teenaged pussy, where it would spurt long sticky ropes of his potent teenaged sperm into her womb. Chapter Two Claire tensed the muscles in her abdomen and took a breath, preparing to sit up and stop them. But she froze when her hand got caught in her pajama bottoms. She was astonished to find that she had continued to rub her clit as the scene unfolded beside her. Then she thought about the uproar that would result if she yelled. Chuck would surely wake up, and then she'd have to explain to him what was going on. She relaxed and pulled her hand out of her pajamas, her mind racing
What should she do? Her head turned and she felt light headed as she saw the lump that was the covers under which her children were supposed to be sleeping move. It humped up as Bobby obviously climbed on top of his sister. Again she took a breath to yell ... scream ... do SOMETHING. But she couldn't embarrass the children in front of the coach, not to speak of the embarrassment SHE would feel, too
She realized she was still holding her breath and let it out in a whoosh. "What was that?" whispered Lori's voice. Claire had a flash of inspiration. If she got up and went to the bathroom, they'd stop. Then she could make noise...toss and turn...like she was having a hard time getting back to sleep. If she did it long enough, they'd surely give up this crazy idea. Lori's voice came again. It was a drawn out "mmmmmm" sound that Claire recognized as having made herself, on numerous occasions when Denny's cock had slid into her pussy
Bobby groaned softly too. He had obviously just pushed his hard adolescent penis into his sister's pussy. Claire saw the covers move as Bobby thrust hard into Lori. Claire sat up. She flung the covers off of her legs and swung her feet toward the children. The covers stopped moving and Claire heard both her children gasp. Claire stood up and padded around the bed and into the bathroom. She stood there in the dark for a minute until she realized they would expect the door to close and the light to go on. She closed the door. They had stopped
Her plan was working. Claire almost didn't remember to flush the toilet. She stood in the bathroom, ears straining to hear anything that might come through the door. It had been useless, though, and, with a start, she realized she didn't know how long she'd been in there. She turned off the light and went blind immediately. Opening the door, Claire put her hands out and stepped, groping in front of her, into the room. She knew roughly where the space was between the beds. She had to go around the one she and Chuck were sharing-he was on the side closest to the bathroom-and she bent over to feel for the edge of the bed. Her hands fluttered along the covers and onto Chuck's feet
She jerked them away instantly, then reestablished contact with the bed and worked her way around it. Her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dark, so she couldn't see the lump that had been her son on top of her daughter. She didn't hear anything, though. She slipped back into bed, trying to make enough noise to frighten her children, but not wake up Chuck. It almost worked. As she settled onto her side, so she could see the children when her night vision returned, Chuck rolled. His arm draped across her body and his hand fell to the bed beside her left breast. Claire tensed up, getting ready to rebuff this man's obvious pass at her. She felt Chuck's hot breath blow against the back of her neck in a long drawn out sigh. He stopped moving. Claire realized she was holding her breath again
She let it out slowly and tuned her body to feel what Chuck's was doing. The only real contact between them was his arm draped across hers. He was breathing deeply and slowly. He must have just turned in his sleep. But now Claire had a problem. If she moved, she'd wake him up for sure. She was, for all intents and purposes, trapped. Slowly, her sight returned to her and she looked at the mattress on the floor. They were still now. Her plan had worked. Strangely comforted by Chuck's arm draped over her, she drifted into a troubled sleep. Claire's eyes snapped open perhaps an hour later
There had been a noise of some sort. Chuck was fully spooning her now, his breath still slow and soft in her hair. There was a female whimper from the pallet next to the bed. Claire could see quite well now, from the light coming in around the drapes that were not completely covering the windows. The lump in the covers over her children looked much too tall to have been made by only one body. And it was moving. They were doing it again! Claire lay there helplessly as she heard Bobby assure his sister that their mother was asleep again, and heard the quiet mewling sounds that communicated that Lori was having a wonderful time. Then, to her dismay, she heard the little grunting sounds from Bobby's throat that she somehow knew meant his penis was spurting…inside Lori...without a condom to contain it or protect Lori from pregnancy. Claire didn't know what to do. She was used to making momentous decisions at work every day, decisions that had the potential for changing the world
But in this situation she felt helpless. She knew she should have stopped them. On the other hand it was obvious this wasn't the first time this had happened. How long had they been doing this? She heard Bobby's whispered "Thank you," and Lori's answering "I love you." It sounded so heartfelt and real, just like she and Denny had spoken to each other in moments of intimacy. Claire couldn't believe the warm feeling in her own abdomen. It was just too strange and bizarre. She felt a tear in her eye break free and roll down her cheek
She couldn't decide if it was because of what her children had just done...or because of the sudden loss she felt because she didn't have that kind of intimacy in her life anymore. Exhaustion finally claimed its hold on Claire's consciousness and she fell asleep. She woke later, having a dream about a man's hand cupping her breast...a strong man's hand. It felt good. She smiled at her dream and drifted back to sleep. Claire woke to see brighter light coming in around the blinds and drapes that covered the windows of the room. The first thing she thought of was that Chuck's arm was still over her, pinning her to the bed. Then she felt his hand-his strong, manly hand-cupping her left breast
He was still breathing slowly and deeply, asleep. She moved and he snorted, his hand closing tighter on her breast. Then, Claire heard his breathing cease, and there were two tentative little squeezes, as he realized just where his hand was and what it was cupping. The hand darted away from her and he lifted his head. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. Claire had just remembered what she had seen and heard the night before-her children…making love. "It was an accident," she whispered back. "Don't worry about it." Chuck rolled away from her and out of the bed. As he headed for the bathroom Claire looked at him. The front of his shorts was tented outward
Denny's penis had been like that in the mornings. He had called it his "morning wood." Quite often, when he came back from the bathroom on those mornings, it was still hard. He loved to fuck in the morning. Claire realized her pussy was wet. Her emotions, which had abated during sleep, surged again. ========================== It was a rough day for Claire. She dressed in a khaki blouse and skirt outfit she thought was cute, and she was right. All day men stared at her, whether they were adults or young men her son's age. The fact that she now knew her son was sexually active made her look at those young men in a different light. Each of them, she realized, had the capacity to climb between her legs and scratch the itch that she had felt all morning and couldn't seem to suppress
At one point she went to the girls' bathroom and locked herself in a stall, masturbating frantically to ease her desire. But all that did was get her hotter. She was tense all day. It didn't help that she was around Chuck most of the day, helping him with the record keeping and running errands for him. She caught herself looking at his trim, athletic body. It was hard and she just KNEW he'd be good in bed. She shook her head, trying to shake those thoughts from her mind. He was her son's coach! And, despite there only being five years between them, she couldn't help but look at him as much younger than herself. "What am I thinking?" she berated herself. She tried to keep an eye on her children too. Every time she saw them together-which was more often than she would have thought before last night-they were smiling, happy children, as normal looking as all the others around them
They didn't hang on each other, but they didn't avoid each other either. They just looked...normal. By contrast, there were other kids who bickered and fought. In most cases it seemed like the normal everyday interaction of teenagers who were in competition with each other. She noticed one boy-a redhead-and a girl with long blond hair, who were angry with each other about something and acidic in their statements to one another. The blond, at one point, was hanging on another boy when a brown-haired cheerleader girl stalked up and pushed the blond away. The brunette yelled at the redheaded boy. "Tell your slut sister to stay away from my boyfriend!" The redhead waved a hand. "She doesn't listen to me
What do you expect from a slut anyway?" "Well THAT brother and sister don't cuddle in bed...that's for sure," Claire said to herself. She couldn't help but compare those angry siblings to her own loving children. It bothered her. She wanted her children to love each other...but they loved each other TOO much. Didn't they? And it didn't appear to hamper their performance either. Bobby played well and helped the team win their first game. Lori was the picture perfect cheerleader, exhorting the spectators to yell and chant and celebrate each positive aspect of the game. She was bright and happy and full of vim and vigor. Claire realized she was slumping as she watched her daughter. "I might be full of energy too if I'd gotten my ashes hauled as well as it looked like YOU did last night," she muttered to the girl who couldn't possibly hear her. "Say what?" asked Chuck, turning to her. "Oh!" she blushed
"Nothing. I was just talking to myself." "Tell yourself hi for me." He grinned. "And mention to yourself that you look really nice today." He looked back at his team as Claire blushed even more. She was horny the rest of the day. ========================== That night after supper, Bobby and Lori wanted to go socialize with their friends. Curfew wasn't until nine, so Claire told them to have fun. When they bounded out of the door she wondered what form that fun might take. "You're really good with your kids," said Chuck, looking up from his playbook
"I mean you've raised great kids." Pleasure flushed through Claire at the compliment. It was replaced by fear that Chuck would somehow find out someday the secret she had discovered the night before. He closed the book and slid it under the mattress. "We'd better go see what the kids are doing," he announced. Claire jerked, thinking of just her kids...and what they might be doing somewhere. Then she realized he wasn't talking about HER kids. "Yes," she said. They went together, moving along the hallways, stopping at the rooms listed on Chuck's sheet. In all cases where the door was closed, only boys or girls were behind it. And, in all cases where they found boys and girls together, the door was open as the rules required. They found Bobby in one room, playing Texas Hold Em. Lori was in another room where boys and girls were dancing to loud music. Claire didn't know whether to be happy or not
She was beginning to think she had dreamed the whole incident. Her children acted so normal she couldn't accept that there was something wrong with them. Claire and Chuck spent an hour chatting with various kids and being flirted with. Claire noticed that a lot of the girls got all goo goo-eyed when the coach talked to them, unconsciously thrusting their breasts out, or playing with their hair, making little grooming motions. At the same time she felt the eyes of the boys on her. It was an almost palpable, caressing feeling and it didn't help her horny state. By the time they got back to the room Claire felt like she needed to change her panties. Chuck went into the bathroom and got his shower first, since there had been no hot water the night before
He came out in his shorts, his shirt in his hand. Claire had been lying propped up on the bedspread, reading a book she'd brought along and she looked up, over her reading glasses. She felt a flutter in her pussy. He was a hunk. No doubt about it. His chest was heavy with muscle and her fingers played with the pages of the book as if they were stroking those muscles. Chuck had been running his hand through his damp hair and saw her looking at him
He held the shirt up in front of his naked chest. "Sorry," he said. "I was thinking about the game." He pulled the shirt over his head as Claire stared at his flat, muscled abdomen. Chuck smiled. "I wanted to thank you again for coming along. I really couldn't do this without you." What went through Claire's mind was something else he really couldn't do without her...or at least without a woman. She felt her face get hot. He didn't notice. "And I wanted to apologize again for what happened last night. I really don't make a habit of groping strange women in bed." Claire remembered the feel of his hand on her breast. It had been a long, long time since she'd felt that
Her face got hotter. She tried to dismiss the feeling. "Forget it. You probably don't make a habit of even SLEEPING with strange women in your bed." It didn't come out quite like what she'd thought it would. Her classification of the bed as "his" made her pussy flutter again. "Well," he said, reaching under the mattress for the play book, "you're right about that. I haven't had time to do anything except teach and coach. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that when a beautiful woman shows up next to me in bed that something like that might happen." His casual mention of her beauty came off unlike a canned pickup line and Claire's reaction shocked her. She felt warmth in her nipples and her pussy was suddenly wet. "Maybe we should assign a couple of the kids to keep an eye on US," she tried to joke. "There hasn't been a man in MY bed for over ten years." It had come out as a joke, but it didn't sound like it to Claire's ears. She blushed furiously
"I'm sorry, Chuck. I shouldn't have said that," she stammered. "No problem," he said simply. "Not that I believe you or anything." He sat down and opened the book. Now what had THAT meant? wondered Claire. The door opened and a cheerful pair of siblings came rushing in, laughing and talking about their friends. Claire tried to keep reading, but her eyes strayed to Bobby as Lori dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door and crowing that she was going to use all the hot water again. Bobby pulled off his shirt and Claire was jolted to realize that her son was in awfully good shape too. He wasn't as heavily muscled as Chuck, but the muscles were all there, in the same places
Bobby bent over and dug into his suitcase. Whatever he found was small, because when his hand came out it didn't appear to be holding anything, even though it was cupped. Bobby shot a look at his mother, whose eyes appeared to be on the words in the book. He wandered over to the bed he shared with his sister and sat down. Claire saw his hand dart under one of the pillows. When it came out it was obviously empty. Claire felt her pussy squirt again as she realized what he must have just hidden. When Lori came out of the shower she was dressed as she had been the night before, in only a T shirt and borrowed boxers. She skipped across the room and dove into bed, getting under the covers. Claire looked up. "Are you OK, Mom?" asked Lori
"You look kind of tired or something." "I'm fine," said Claire. She couldn’t help but imagine what Lori's face looked like as her brother prodded her with his prick. She shook her head. "Are you sure? Are you sleeping OK? Did you bring your pills?" Lori's voice held nothing but care and concern. "I'm fine, Lori," said Claire somewhat irritably. "I'm sleeping fine," she lied. It occurred to Claire that maybe she SHOULD take a sleeping pill
Then, at least, she wouldn't be awake when her children had sex, like they obviously planned on doing again tonight. What little SNEAKS they were! she thought to herself. And Lori's obviously false concern about her mother sleeping well! Why did her young, beautiful daughter get to have wild and glorious sex while Claire just had to lie there horny? It wasn't fair! Bobby came out of the bathroom. He was dressed exactly like he'd been dressed the night before. But this time Claire couldn't help but look at him differently. This time she knew he was...sexually active. Her little boy was...a man
At least in that sense. She looked at him for the first time, as a man. His chest was broad, she noticed. How could she have missed that before? And his arms and legs were muscled. Suddenly, in her head, she heard again his voice-her little boy's voice-whispering in the night, "I'm so horny." Her eyes dropped to the front of his shorts. She jerked her eyes away instantly, ashamed to be looking at her son's manhood, but that brief glimpse drew her eyes back again like a magnet, despite her wish not to look. He must be HUGE! she thought to herself as she stared at the lump under his skivvies. It almost looked like he was wearing a cup under them, except for the obvious contour of a thick penis pressed against a pair of immense balls. When had her son developed THAT kind of equipment? Again she jerked her eyes away and blushed
How could she stare at her own son's penis? She looked up to see him smile at her-just a son smiling at his mother. Why, then, did she feel that emptiness that she'd felt the night before...that lack of intimacy that she was suddenly craving? Claire felt panic welling up in her as she realized her nipples had spiked. She got up and went to the bathroom. She got in the shower and turned the water as cold as she could stand it. It didn't help though. She moaned a soft sound of discontent and, to avoid thinking of her son's bulge, she intentionally thought of Chuck's hand on her breast, his own penis shoved gently against her buttocks. She shivered and turned the water to a warmer setting. Then, with a gasp of surrender, she shoved three fingers into her pussy as she jerked and rubbed, trying to have an orgasm. She managed to get a little one, but it wasn't really satisfying
When she came out of the shower and toweled off, she realized she hadn't brought anything with her to change into. She cracked open the door. "Lori?" she called. "I forgot my pajamas. Would you get them for me, please?" Chuck's voice came softly. "They're already under the covers. I'll get them. Where are they?" "In my suitcase," she said
As she waited she realized he'd have to move her scanty feminine panties to get to the pajamas. She leaned her head against the door and sighed at how that made her feel. A muscled arm came through the door. Her silk PJ’s were hanging from the hand at the end of the arm. "Here you go," came his deep voice. When she came out of the bathroom Claire knew her nipples were still spiked. This time it wasn't from the cold. It was because she needed to be fucked
Admitting that to herself didn't do any good. She wanted to cover her breasts, but knew that would only make it more obvious. Chuck was back in his chair again, the book spread open on his lap. He looked up at her and his eyes devoured her figure in the thin pajamas. She knew that look and it didn't help her mood. She was used to dismissing those looks-ignoring them and acting in a cold and professional manner to deflect them
But she couldn't push the feeling away this time. At least he didn't say anything. Claire was glad he hadn't. If he'd said anything even remotely connected to sex she would have flung off her pajamas and demanded he take her then and there. And her children would just have to deal with it! She fell into bed and buried her face in her pillow. It was going to be a long night. Oddly, she fell asleep quickly. But she dreamed. She dreamed of her son, who came to her saying he had a "boo boo." He pulled aside a loincloth he was wearing and his mammoth erection strained up. There was a small spot on it where he'd caught the skin in his zipper. "It hurts, Mommy," he said. "Kiss it and make it better." In her dream Claire did a lot more than kiss it and make it better. She made it go all soft. She woke with a start
Anal strapon. I had been living next door for only a few months, and when I first moved in I had discovered that the family next door consisted of two daughters which I hadn’t been aware of when I bought the house. The parents were very light-skinned Asians (Sikhs in fact) but very Westernised ones, and a few years younger than me, both were fairly friendly and passed the time of day whenever we met. The wife was pretty, with a slim and fit-looking body, but it was the elder daughter who really caught my eye, she was about 14 and remarkably tall and willowy for her age, she stood about 5’8” and had an incredibly slender body which was just beginning to blossom into woman-hood, but to look at her she just took your breath away – she was by far the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, with gorgeous dark brown almond shaped eyes, perfect and finely chiselled features, long jet-black straight hair which flowed down her back to her backside, which was beginning to develop the sensual curve of adulthood. She had the tiniest waist imaginable, I’m sure I could have put my hands around it and touched my fingers together, but of the greatest interest to me were her just budding breasts, which probably didn’t amount to more than an A cup size, but she never wore a bra and she seemed to have those type of nipples young girls often have, where the whole of the front of her breast swells. It was something I looked forward to each day to see the sisters set off for school, dressed in their regulation crisp white blouses, both girls nipples quite clearly visible through the material but the elder ones’ more so because of her blossoming bosom, stripy ties, and short pleated burgundy skirts. Although I think they both had the same size skirt since their waists were a similar anal strapon size, but on the younger one it came to her knees, whilst on the elder sister it stopped at mid thigh and gave a fabulous view as they walked off down the road as it flicked backwards and forwards curling around her pert bum as she moved with a noticeable sway to her hips. She was definitely becoming aware of her sexuality, because she always wore more delicate and taller shoes than her younger sibling, which further emphasised her slender figure and had the added advantage of making the muscles of her calves tense which further enhanced the gorgeous shape of her legs. In short, she almost looked like something off a “St
Trinians” film set – just without the visible stocking tops! One day in early summer I was just going down stairs, but the sight through my open landing window nearly caused me to fall headlong down them! There was my ‘vision in school uniform’ lying sunbathing on a blanket in the back garden of the next door house, wearing a tight-fitting black lycra top which she had rolled up so it only just covered her breasts, and a matching pair of black lycra shorts rolled down at the top so they were little more than a strip across her middle! I stopped dead in my tracks to stare, her eyes were closed and her face turned half towards me, there was no sign of anyone else in the garden, so for a few moments I just stood and admired this Asian vision of loveliness. Inspiration hit me, I dashed to get my camera and quickly fired off pictures zooming in and out capturing every part of her beautiful form until the memory card was full. Just then I heard a car arrive at the front and she, quick as a flash, leapt to her feet, pulled her top down and her shorts up, scooped up the blanket and ran indoors – evidently she had been alone in the house, and I guessed her parents didn’t approve of sun worshipers! This was the first of many occasions over the next few weeks when I delighted in spying on her as she sun bathed, it was the school holidays and as both her parents worked, she had plenty of opportunity for her clandestine activity. There were a couple of times when she would turn her body or her head towards my house and I could swear she looked directly at me, but she never seemed to register my presence. I spent a lot of time in my landing that month, and acquired a portfolio of about two hundred pictures of her gorgeous form wearing as little as possible, sometimes she would reach a hand inside her top to scratch an itch, and I had a few prized-possession photos where you could see the growing curve of her tits, and one, my favourite which I wanked to on countless occasions, of her hand reaching up the leg of a particularly baggy pair of Yellow cotton shorts, where you could actually see the sparse sprinkling of downy hair growing on her teenage pussy. I work shifts, so I am regularly at home during the day, and on hot blacks this particular day I had looked for my ‘vision’ on several occasions as it was a sweltering hot day, and I was sure her parents were out at work, but she didn’t appear. Then at about 10 o’clock my front doorbell rang, when I opened the door I was astounded to find her standing there smiling sweetly at me, wearing the same Black lycra outfit I had seen her in on so many anal strapon occasions. My jaw dropped slack and I just stood and stared, she might have thought me a complete imbecile, but instead she said sweetly “Can I come in for a minute, I need to ask you a favour”. I just stood to one side and ushered her inside
We went and sat in the lounge, her on one settee, and me deliberately on the other so I could fully appreciate the moment! What can I do for you” I asked, thoughts rushing through my head of all the things I’d LIKE to do to her! And without batting an eyelid she just came straight out and said “You know my family is Asian, and my Grandfather controls everything. Well HE has ordered that I am to go back to India and marry HIS choice of boy from a wealthy family…. Well I don’t want to, I’m British, and I live a British way of life, but the only way this arranged marriage won’t happen is if when I’m examined by this families doctors out there, they discover I’m not a virgin! It will bring great shame to my Grandfather, but he deserves that and more! What I want YOU to do ….. is fuck me so I’m not a virgin anymore ….. PLEASE!". Well I was dumbfounded, if only she knew that there was nothing I would have wanted more in the world than what she just asked! But fearing being jailed as a paedophile, I protested that I couldn’t POSSIBLY do such a thing. With that, she got straight to her feet, giving me a full view of her glorious body from my still-sitting position, but instead of loosing her nerve and running out the door as I half expected, she turned and ran straight up stairs! She paused briefly at the top, looking round, then stared straight into my spare bedroom where my computer was still running, and on the screen was that favourite picture of mine! I had run up the stairs behind her, terrified of what she would see, but too late to actually prevent her from seeing her own pussy-mound so perfectly captured by me that day! She turned towards me with a beautiful challenging look on her face and said “If you DON’T fuck me – then I will tell my cousins AND the Police that you have been spying on me for months now, I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve caught you either looking or standing there with your camera! You WILL fuck me – and RIGHT NOW! … or I will destroy you!!! It really wasn’t that much of a dilemma, here was the most gorgeous of creatures ORDERING me to fuck her! … and blackmailing me in such a way that I couldn’t refuse even if I had wanted to! With that she said no more, but launched herself at me, ramming me hard against the bathroom wall, pinning me there with one forearm across my wind-pipe, and with the other hand she deftly undid my trousers and in one swift movement, divested me of them, releasing my already rock hard cock into her tiny hand. She caught me off balance and pushed me to the floor, whereupon she immediately straddled me, pulling the crotch of her delicious shorts to one side, and just impaled herself on me. I’ve had virgins in the past, but they were nothing compared to being ravaged by this vision of loveliness
I started to speak, I was going to suggest we at least moved to the bed as the floor was hard on my back, but she didn’t give anal strapon me the slightest chance, but instead yanked her top up over her head, screwed it into a ball and stuffed it roughly into my mouth! She then proceeded to raise and lower herself on top of me, just literally fucking herself on ME! It was THE most sexually-charged experience of my life! Being raped by this little ‘lolita’, watching her bounce up and down causing her tiny tits to jiggle, she had one hand jammed in the side of her shorts-leg frantically fingering her clit, whilst the other was busy twisting and pinching her gorgeous dark-brown nipples alternately. She obviously had a clear idea that she didn’t JUST want her hymen broken – she wanted to cum! … and in only a couple of minutes that’s exactly what she DID do. Squealing and thrashing about as she did. The spasms in her cunt-walls were more than enough to ensure that I couldn’t resist the inevitable orgasm as well, and I duly sprayed my hot sticky wads right up inside her, I have never had such an intense orgasm - but under the circumstances I suppose its hardly surprising! The moment she had finished fucking herself on me, she just got stright up so she was standing astride me, and holding the leg of her short to the side still, I saw her stomach muscles clench, and she literally spat out the mixture of juices and her virgin blood from her pussy all over me. She reached down and reclaimed her top from my mouth, pulled it back over her head, and scampered down the stairs and out of the front door! I lay there in total shock for a few minutes, then my dick got hard again at the memory of what had just occurred, and the sight of it, and my stomach, and the floor come to that, all covered in the mixture of blood and cum, and the way she had ejected them from her pussy all over me, meant I had no option but to wank myself off again! When I finally got to my feet I caught sight of her lying back in her garden, only this time her face was turned towards my window, her eyes were open and her hand was buried down the front of her shorts! I thought to myself “This could be a service numerous young Asian girls might require …. CHRIST – just imagine if she brought one of her friends round for the same reasons!
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Chicks dicks. I honestly didn’t ever plan to fuck my little brother. And I really don’t give a damn if you believe me or not, but it was Billy that came on to me. Now, I will admit that I was horny as a three-peckered goat, that first night. And seeing as how I was a lot older and a lot bigger than him, I suppose I could have made him stop
But like I’d said, I was about to bust a nut even before I went into the bedroom Billy and I shared. I was hoping he was sleeping, so that I could give my cock a good hard beating to make myself pop a wad, which was the only way I knew I’d be able to sleep. But once I’d taken my shirt off and had one leg out of my pants, I heard, “Did ya do her tonight Randy?” Billy wasn’t sleeping. His whispered voice startled me a bit. Nah,” I responded, feeling a bit of shame at admitting my failure to my little brother. It made me wonder how hard it was going to be admitting to my buddies that I was still a virgin. “I gave her a good finger-fucking, though,” unconsciously, I raised my hand to my face and took a big whiff off the fingers, which less than an hour before had been shoved-up my date’s twat
“And she did pull my cock out and gave me a hand-job. Did ya squirt?” Billy asked, his voice a bit higher and a bit louder than before. Nah,” I said again. Shit, I figured that there was no use lying to him. I’d save that for when I told my buddies about my date. “She got me close though, but once I started breathing really heavy and my muscles started to spaz, she stopped and started in like, ‘Now Randy Stone, ‘” and my voice went higher as I imitated the girl’s voice, “‘you aren’t gonna spit that nasty stuff all over my new dress! Eeeewwww!’ and she left me hanging. So you got the blue-balls?” Billy asked, his voice soft again. How the fuck do you know about blue-balls?” I asked, thinking my kid-brother was fairly innocent. I mean, I had talked to him before about sexual stuff, but more the nuts and bolts about it, you know, ‘Tab A fits into slot B,’ stuff. Though, I guess that I did tell him that I was hoping to get laid on my date, as Billy sat on his bed and watched me get ready earlier that evening. I heard you and Brad talking one day, out back.” Billy said softly, “He was talking about that Jessica girl, and about how she gave him a case of the blue-balls. I chuckled remembering how sure my best buddy Brad was about scoring with that girl
“You were hiding up in the tree, weren’t you?” There was a big maple tree out back that Billy liked to climb and spy on the neighborhood. And our picnic table was right under it, which is where Brad and I were sitting when he told me about his date with Jessica. I heard Billy mumble affirmatively, then when he spoke, his words were so fast and quiet that I could barely make out what he said. “So you gonna jack-off now? Now I’d never even admitted to Brad that I beat my meat and he was my best friend. It was just something that a guy didn’t talk about. I mean, we all knew that everyone did it, but that didn’t mean that you had to broadcast the fact
Ok, so we were always accusing each other of doing it, joking-like, but I never heard anyone actually admit that they did it. So I said to my snotty little brother, “What makes you think I’ve ever done that? Oh, I don’t know,” Billy sounded a lot more confident and cocky now. I knew that he only used that tone of voice when his true brattiness was about to come out. “Maybe it’s all the slapping sounds and the way your bed squeaks almost every night. First you start breathing really heavy, then in quick huffs and puffs. And that’s when the slapping and squeaking get real fast and loud. Then you make three little grunts, take a deep breath and let out a long groan
After that, all I can hear is you getting your breath back, then you pull the old sock from under your bed and wipe-up. I always thought the little shit was sleeping by the time I got to bed and started wacking it. I couldn’t even begin to find the words to describe at that moment. Not only did another person know what I did to myself before bed, but Billy seemed to have heard it enough times that he knew the whole pattern of my secret habit. At least as much as he could know from only listening to me. Then,” Billy said a lot softer and without any of his cocky attitude, “after a couple minutes, you start snoring.” Then even softer, my little brother told me, “And when I know you’re asleep, that’s when I jack-off. You could have knocked me over with a stick. I couldn’t believe that my little brother masturbated
Though, when I thought about it, Billy was a lot older than I was, back when I discovered what I could do to my hard, little dick, with a bit of spit and elbow-grease. But even though me and Billy were brothers, we were as different as two guys could be. I was a jock. Back then I only had two interests. Sex and sports (well, I did have a thing for muscle-cars too, but . .
) Billy, on the other hand, liked to draw and read and write, and when he did watch television, he watched things on the public channel, or world news, or shit like that. About the only time we agreed on a channel was if there was an old kung-foo flick, or Tarzan movie airing. I’d always been tall and fairly well-built. I started playing sports in grade-school and spent years working-out. I was proud of my body. Billy, on the other hand spent so much time with his nose in a book that while he was getting taller, he was still skinny as a rail. Though, the few times I did see him without a shirt, he did have a nicely-muscled chest and stomach, even if his muscles were pint-sized. Well, my point was that I just never figured Billy even ever got a hard-on
He just always seemed so immature that I figured sex was the furthest from his mind. I even wondered, every so often, if he’d ever be able to get laid, when he was older, of course. Though, I was a few years younger than him when I first started trying. When did you start beatin’ your meat?” I asked my brave little brother. I dunno,” Billy said and shifted position on his bed, and I swear I saw a big lump in his sheet, right where I figured his dick ought to be. “A couple years ago, I guess. Right after I figured-out what it was I heard you doing every night. And you
. . I mean . . . ” I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t sure how that made me feel
The little shit had been listening to me beat-off for years, and I never knew he knew. And I guess I sort of felt that he was blaming me for himself starting to masturbate. I took a deep breath, realizing that my cock had gone completely soft in the time since Billy first spoke to me. I was trying to focus my thoughts and figure-out what I should say to the kid. Though Billy had a thought of his own. “So are you gonna do yourself or not?” He said, in full-brat-mode. “It’s late and I wanna get some sleep. So go the fuck to sleep,” I hissed. I can’t,” Billy hissed back. Then his voice went soft and had an almost pleading tone to it, “‘Cause I got to do myself real bad, an’ I don’t think I could get myself off if I know you’re awake. So you want to listen to me jack-off, so you can do yourself.” I felt a throb of blood between my legs, for some reason, at the thought of Billy listening to me do it
And at the same time it sort of scared me and I was a bit angry too. After all, I’d just found-out that someone had been listening to me every night, during the most intimate and private moments I spent with myself. My first thought was to head to the bathroom, lock myself in, and get myself off there. Then I realized that the lump in Billy’s sheet was his hand, moving slowly up and down, right where his dick ought to be. He was doing himself. Right in front of me, my kid-brother was jacking-off. I couldn’t believe it. I sat on my bed and watched him for a minute. There was no question in my mind about what Billy was doing to himself under his sheet
And when I looked up toward his face, I saw that he was looking me right in the eye. After a moment Billy’s gaze dropped and I could feel him staring into the crotch of my boxers. Within a couple seconds my cock went from almost-completely-flaccid, to just-about-half-hard. There wasn’t much light in the room, but I could tell by the smile that popped-out of Billy’s face that he saw the action in my shorts. After another throb of hot blood to my cock, my little brother looked up to my face again. You know you ain’t gonna be able to sleep tonight unless you do it,” Billy whispered, staring me right in the eye
“I know there ain’t no way in hell I’m gonna sleep either, ‘til I make myself squirt. The bulge in my boxers throbbed again, and as my brother’s eyes darted down there, I glanced over to the rhythmic bobbing motion of Billy’s sheet. It had gotten a bit faster, though he was still stroking himself slowly. And before I realized what I was doing, my hand was between my legs and I was rubbing my cotton-covered cock to full hardness. If you take yours out and let me watch, I’ll move the blanket so you can see me too.” Billy suggested, as though we were discussing wether we’d watch an Inspector Cluseau movie, or Doctari. I don’t remember giving it much thought, as I shoved my thumbs into the waist-band of my boxers and shoved them down to my feet. I wrapped my right hand around my rock-hard cock and started stroking it just as slowly as Billy was stroking his. Then he stopped, but only for a second as he pushed his sheet down and revealed his naked body to my eyes. As soon as his sheet was gone, Billy’s hand was back on his dick and he resumed his slow stroking. Once again Billy surprised me
Though not as big as mine, my little brother did have a pretty big dick on him. It was hard to tell, with his fist wrapped around it, but I could tell that he had quite a bit more that the two-inch soft, little boy-dick I’d last seen dangling between his legs. And not only did he have a nice long dick on him, I was surprised by the amount of pubic-hair growing between his bony hips. Again, he didn’t have a thick bush like mine, but for a kid his age, there was plenty of hair growing at the base of his dick. Though, where I’d started growing a bit of hair on my chest, arms and legs, Billy’s torso and limbs were still apparently hairless. I wondered if my kid-brother had any hair on his balls yet, which for some reason sent another throb of blood to my already bone-hard cock
I couldn’t see his nuts from the angle where I was sitting. We sat there for a moment, looking each other up and down as we both slowly stroked our stalks. Then Billy broke the silence by saying, “Yours is so big, Randy.” Now, I have to admit that it was sort of nice being complemented on my size, by the first guy to ever see me with a hard-on (even if it was my little brother). I suppose that I was trying to show off some, as I released my grip on my cock and let it bob around a bit. I clenched the muscles at its base and around my butt and made it twitch. Then I spread my legs a bit, I suppose I wanted to give him a better view
But I guess Billy took my display as some sort of an invitation, because before I knew it, my little brother was kneeling on the floor and had all ten of his skinny fingers wrapped around my bone. I can’t describe the intense sensations rushing through my body, feeling Billy’s hands on my cock. It was the first time someone other than myself had ever touched it. Though, looking down at Billy’s skinny fingers, I could almost imagine that it was a girl who was slowly stroking my cock, rather than my kid-brother. As he stroked it, Billy’s face got closer and closer to my cock, to the point where I couldn’t miss seeing his mischievous grin and watch the bony hands gently jacking me off. He got so close, in fact, that I started to wonder if he wasn’t about to start sucking on my cock. A thought which sent yet another throb of hot blood to my crotch
And when that blood hit my cock and the thing puffed-up in Billy’s hands, he let out a surprised yelp of his own. I hope mine gets big, like this,” Billy said and I could feel the breath of his words on the shaft of my cock. Then my little brother pulled one of his hands away from my rigid rod and shoved it between his own legs. With one hand Billy jacked himself off, and with his other he slowly stroked my cock. Shit,” he said softly, “I can’t even get my fuckin’ hand all the way around the god-damned thing.” His breath was coming faster, each puff of which I could feel between the fingers gripping my cock. In a night of unbelievable events, hearing my kid-brother, little Billy, swearing like a whore out by the docks, let alone about how big my cock was, well, I don’t know what came over me. Well, actually I do. I know exactly what came over me. Lust. Plain and simple
I mean, I was only a year or two from reaching my sexual prime. Not to mention all the priming my pump had taking all night. Shit, I started getting a boner even before I left the house earlier that evening, with the hope of scoring with my date. I started feeling it as I got ready, telling Billy about my plans for the night. I was bound and determined to get laid. I had to pull-out my shirt-tails to cover the lump in my chinos, when I got to the teasing bitch’s house her to pick up, so that her father wouldn’t see my excitement when he met me at the door. Then after almost four hours of being teased, she worked me right up to the brink, then left me hanging. Now, half an hour later, my little brother was stroking me with one hand, himself with his other, and his face was so close to my cock that I could feel his hot breaths
I must admit, Billy was right when he said that I’d have to pop-a-nut before I’d be able to sleep. And if my kid-brother didn’t stop doing what he was doing, and soon, I’d certainly do just that. But Billy did stop. he took his hand off me and backed-up a foot or so, glanced quickly behind my shoulder and said, “Reach back and turn on your lamp, will ya Randy? I wanna get a good look at it. I did as Billy requested and, stretching my left hand behind me to get at the switch, I raised my hips off my bed. Just as my fingers touched the switch, I looked down. The instant the light came on, I saw my little brother, once again holding my cock in both hands, lips puckered and kissing the head of my hard cock. His eyes popped open with the light, and he saw me looking down at him
Like he’d been struck by a cattle-prod, he jumped back and pulled away from my cock. I settled my butt back on my bed, and started down at him, waiting to see what the little brat would do next. At first all he did was stare at my cock. Well, he was slowly stroking his long, skinny dick with one hand, while his other hand fondled his own balls, as he stared at my rigid cock. I made it jerk a couple times and each time I did, I thought Billy might squirt his load. If he could squirt a load? Surely he was old enough, and from what I could see peeking-out from between his fingers, Billy seemed to have a decent size set of nuts, for a kid his age. Hell, he did jack-off, though I know that I couldn’t shoot a wad, when I first started doing it. I could see what Billy had better with the light on, though with his hands all over himself, I still hadn’t gotten a good look at his equipment. Take your hands away for a sec, Brat,” I said, without even realizing what I was doing. “I wanna see what you got too. So there I was, sitting on the edge chicks dicks of my bed with a raging boner and my little brother was kneeling at my feet, and he put his hands on my thighs, staring at my cock, as I look his naked body up and down
And as I looked, once again, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It was nowhere near as big around as mine, but my kid-brother’s dick had to be at-least as long as mine. Maybe longer. Maybe it was just seeing the thing jutting from his little body, that made it look so big, like an optical-illusion, or something. I like the hair on your legs,” Billy said, rubbing his hands up and down my well-toned legs. I liked the way his hands felt, it almost tickled as he barely touched me, then he’d press his hand tight to my skin. “And how strong your muscles feel.” And without any thought on my part, my cock throbbed again. It didn’t take too long for Billy’s eyes to get as good a look at my cock as they wanted, before he scooted a bit forward and his hands were on it again. I just sat there and let him fiddle-around with my cock and balls for a while
As much as I hate to admit it, the kid was giving me feelings that I never imagined were possible to feel. Once again I started to think that if Billy didn’t stop soon, I might bust a nut. So, I let him go on as long as I dared. But when the kid gave the bottom of my balls a good scratch, digging through all of the hair growing on my sac, and knowing how much sweat I’d felt trickling down my balls, well, when Billy pulled his hand to his face and I heard him take a big sniff of air through his nose. When it registered in my brain, that my kid-brother was snorting my ball-sweat, well, I just about reached the point-of-no-return. And all Billy was doing was scratching my bush of pubes with one hand, and sniffing the scent of my ball–sac from his other hand. Making my first move toward him, I reached under both of Billy’s arms and started to lift him to his feet. He helped and in a second, shining brightly in the light of my bedside lamp, was my little brother’s naked body
He was scrawny, but tight. And pale. Pale and freckled. And bony. I could see every one of his ribs and even the little tab-like thing right between them. His belly was sunken and his bellybutton sank much deeper into his tight, little ab-muscles
And maybe he didn’t have as much pubic-hair as I’d thought. It had been dark before, and with his pale skin and how dark the fuzz he had down there was, well... But it was his dick my eyes kept bouncing back to. It wasn’t any bigger around than a roll of quarters, but for a kid his age Billy there had to be at least a half-foot of skinny dick poking straight-up from between his bony hips. Shit, my cock was only a quarter inch shy of seven fat inches. Again, letting my actions be controled by lust, I stood. All I knew was that I had to know which of us had a longer cock
Just the thought that my bratty little brother might have a longer log than mine... well... That’s how we ended-up face to face (yeah, I was a bit surprised that Billy was only half an inch shorter than me then, though I outweighed him by almost forty pounds) and cock to cock. My body was blocking the light, as we stood, so I reached around behind Billy and grabbed him by one butt-cheek, and turned both our bodies so that the light was shining between us. I bent my knees a little, so that I could get Billy’s thin dick over mine, and shoved the head of my dick into his balls. And I felt the head of his dick press right through the forest of hair at the base of my cock, tight against the lowest spot on my belly
Ok, so I figured I did have my cock head pressed tight against his nut-sac, and we were just about evenly matched in length. So, I reasoned, if we measured from base to head, I’d have him by at least a quarter of an inch. But just to make sure, I stood straight and slipped Billy’s dick under mine, pressing the head of my cock right into his sparse patch of pubes. I could feel the head of Billy’s dick barely pressing at my ball-sac, and felt victorious, knowing how deeply my cock head had been buried in Billy’s ball-sac, when my dick was down there. Then before I was quite aware of what was happening, Billy’s bony arms were around my neck and his face was buried in my chest. I was still holding both our boners in one hand and my other hand was... well, it was still on his butt-cheek, from when I turned us into the light, only now, it was pulling Billy’s naked body tight against my own nakedness
I could feel the warmth of his body against my whole front-side. And in the center of my chest, his even warmer breaths were deep and an incredible sensation against my sweaty skin. All of the sudden, my kid-brother stopped breathing. I felt his butt-cheek clench in my hand, then his whole body gave a twitch. I honestly didn’t realize what was happening until I felt Billy’s dick start to throb and the hot wetness begin coating my hand. But, for some reason, the second I realized that the molten lava surging over my hairy balls was my little brother’s cum, well... I came so much that all of Billy’s pubic hairs were plastered to his belly and the little brat had big globs of cum dripping down his hairless nuts onto the floor of our bedroom. Not to mention that some of Billy’s cum was dripping to the floor from my balls too, though my thick ball-hair had soaked-up most of my little brother’s load. So it was that my first real sexual experience, the first time I achieved orgasm while in contact with another human being, happened with my little brother’s body pressed against mine and feeling the brat’s load squirting all over my balls. And the really strange thing was, even though I’d just shot the biggest wad I ever had, my cock didn’t go soft at all
If anything my cock got even bigger and fatter as I rubbed our mingled cum over both our boners. I never felt Billy’s dick falter either, and it might have even gotten a bit thicker too. We were both sweating and our mid-sections coated in spunk, as our bodies withered together. We were so wet that we glided against one another. I moved my gooey hand from between our slimy bodies, and without any real though, grabbed the back of Billy’s head, pulled his face out of my chest and tilted it up, the landed a big, wet kiss right on his thin, red lips. Billy’s arms tightened around my neck and he kissed back. Before long, we were digging our tongues into each other’s mouths and our hands were groping all over the other’s naked body. I don’t know how long we went at it before we fell into my bed. Or how long we lay there continuing to grope each other and trying to see who could shove his tongue deeper down the other’s throat
And the whole time we played tonsil-hockey and ran our hands all over the other’s body, our crotches grinded together, all slippery from all the sweat and cum that had collected there. I’d never felt so ready to shoot another load, so soon after firing the first, as I did at that moment. Feeling Billy’s skinny, hard dick and his big-boy-balls rubbing against mine, well, I grabbed his narrow hips and lifted him off me to stop the eruption. His hands had been pulling my hair and at my face as we swapped spit, and when I lifted him, he ended-up in a push-up position over me. We stared into each other’s eyes a bit and it hit me like a bolt of lightning. It was Billy, my kid brother, who’s eyes I was staring into with lust. That was just wrong
On so many different levels. I was trying to decide how to tell him that we needed to stop. We were brothers, after all. And I didn’t think that either of us were faggots. At least I knew I wasn’t. I mean, I did think about Brad, or one of my other buddies when I jacked-off, once in a while. But that didn’t make me gay
Being naked in bed, making-out and, having already come once with our bodies tight together, grinding our raging rods against each other... well, just the fact that both of us had dicks was bad enough. does christine bleakley shave her pussy I wasn’t sure if I should go for the gay-angle, or the incest-angle. But it didn’t matter. Billy spoke-up before I could get my thoughts squared away, and then he acted only a second after he spoke. I wanna suck it,” he said, then he crawled down my body and before I knew it, my little brother was pushing his tongue through the folds of skin at the tip of my uncut cockhead and sucking on my foreskin. Holy Shit! I was about to get my first blow-job, and if actually getting my cock sucked felt any better than what Billy was doing with his mouth and tongue on my foreskin, well... It did
It felt a whole hell of a lot better when my kid-brother shucked-back my hood and sucked the whole un-sheathed head of my cock into his hot, wet mouth. I looked down and, well, that was all it took. Now I have to admit that, even though Billy was my little brother, he did look, well, sort of pretty. Even with his jaws stretched wide, trying to get more than just the fat head of my cock into his mouth, he didn’t look bad. His hair was long, down to his shoulders (though he usually kept it tied back in a pony-tail) and his freed locks framed his face nicely. And as thin as he was, I could almost imagine him as a cute girl, especially without the pair of glasses he almost always had on his face. Then I looked into his eyes and I could imagine no one but Billy looking back at me with those piercing hazel-gray peepers. But like I said, that was all it took. It was like Billy sent an electric bolt from his eyes to mine, that chicks dicks went from my eyes directly to my balls
If there had been any time, I’d have warned my little brother that he was about to get a mouth-full. However, it just happened so damn fast. My eyes slammed shut and my whole body seized. I couldn’t see what my kid-brother was doing, but I could sure as hell hear and feel it. When I felt the first shot explode I heard Billy make a noise of some sort, though with his mouth-full of cock, it’s hard to say what sort of noise it was. I knew that the first blast he got was a big one. It felt so incredible that it almost hurt. The second blast was just as powerful. I could feel my hot cream spreading between my cockhead and the already hot and wet tissue of my little brother’s mouth
A second later, I could feel Billy start to suck even harder. And I heard him gulping. My bratty kid-brother was down between my legs, sucking the head of my cock as it spewed wad after wad of spooge into his mouth, and he was drinking it down like he hadn’t drank anything for a week. I could also feel that he wasn’t quite able to keep up with the amount of cum I was shooting into his mouth. I could feel my spunk start dripping down the shaft of my cock, then the warm flood reached my pubic hairs and down into the hair on my balls. All of it, the feelings on my cock, the slurping sounds, knowing my load was being swallowed, and knowing that it was my little brother who was taking it, well, it all made me shoot more cum than I’d probably shot in the previous week. And when there was simply too much of it for Billy to handle and he started gagging and choking on my load, well, for some reason that just made me shoot even more cum into Billy’s too-full mouth
My whole body jerked involuntarily, every muscle seizing with each spurt of cum I blasted into Billy’s mouth. I’d never shot like that in my life. I couldn’t believe the incredible sensations coursing through my body as I dumped a good quart of goo, as my little brother tried as best as he could to swallow it all. After what seemed an eternity, Billy slurped the final few drips from my cockhead, as my exhausted body twitched and quivered, the last remnants of the massive quake. I couldn’t do anything but lay there. My body felt like it had been run-over by a steam-roller. My muscles were even more sore than they were after a two-a-day football-practice. I wondered if I’d ever breathe normally again
And I could still feel my kid-brother between my legs, gently lapping the last drops of cum from my slowly deflating cock. Though after shooting two of the biggest loads of my life within the previous quarter-an-hour, well, my cockhead was much too sensitive for Billy to be licking on it like he was. I mustered all the energy I could and swatted him away from my cock. Well, I should have sucked-it-up and taken the light licks on my over-sensitive cockhead. I never imagined that, without my cock in his mouth, another activity would pop into Billy’s mind, and he’d find something else to do with his lips and tongue. He crawled back up my sweating, panting body and kissed me. Now, if you remember, before he blew me, Billy and I spent a good deal of time with our lips locked and our tongues wrestling. However, my kid-brother’s mouth wasn’t coated with my cum when we’d kissed before
I’d tasted my own cum before (every guy has at least once, hasn’t he?) and I never did like it too much. It was too bitter, too acrid-tasting. And it took me a second to realize what the nasty-taste was in Billy’s mouth. Though, even after I figured-out that I was tasting my own cum, I dug my tongue around in my little brother’s mouth, trying to reclaim as much of my spunk as I could. I don’t know what had gotten into me. When I could taste nothing but spit in Billy’s mouth, I started to relax again, kissing him gently and without so much tongue-action. Billy calmed a bit too, though I could feel his long, hard cock mashing against my furry chicks dicks belly. I’d gotten off twice and Billy, only once, but I was exhausted and I figured he’d go back to his own bed and pull his pud until he popped. My bratty little brother had other ideas, though. After a final close-lipped kiss, Billy started crawling up my body
I watched his neck, then his hairless, narrow chest and sunken stomach move over my face, then I felt something poke my chin. It was hard, yet fleshy, hot and wet, and even though deep down I knew what it was, I was still a bit shocked when Billy raised-up a bit and I saw his long dick hovering over my face. His foreskin hadn’t been snipped either and there was a thick strand of clear pre-cum dripping from the dangling tube of flesh. Then my kid brother spoke, “I sucked yours, Randy.” His voice was soft, though I could hear his attitude easily, “Now your gonna suck mine, right? Well, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice. Once he finished talking, the little brat tilted his hips down and before I knew it, I had a dick in my mouth. Now, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wondered what it would be like to suck-cock, but I never figured I’d actually ever do it. Let alone that if I ever did, that it would be my kid-brother’s dick I sucked. But that’s what happened
Like I said, Billy’s dick was long, but skinny and he started right-in thrusting it as deep down my mouth as he could. I have no idea where I found the strength, after my body being completely drained, to reach up and grab Billy by his bony hips, so I could control how deep down my gullet his dick dove. I would push his hips up, so that I could feel just the head of his cock in my mouth, then Billy would thrust his hips, trying to bury his dick in my throat. I’d push him up again, then he’d thrust again, and well, I suppose you can figure out what happened next. Billy let out a grunt. I didn’t take it for the warning that it was. On his next thrust, he put a lot more strength behind it than I figured he could, and I felt the head of his dick push past my tonsils. Then I felt Billy’s first hot spurt of cum, and as deep as he’d buried his dick I had two choices
Swallow or choke. I chose the first option and immediately started gulping my little brother’s goo, as I once again forced his hips up. Well, his dick-head was then right between my lips, so his second shot of cum filled my mouth. Again, I had to swallow, as right after, there was another spurt. I didn’t think much of the taste, though Billy’s didn’t seem as bitter as my own ejaculate. Billy grunted and groaned as he shot his load, his skinny body withering, and I think I was supporting most of his weight with my hands at his hips. All I could do was hold him there and try to keep from drowning in all the spunk he was shooting. There was so much of it
I wondered which of us shot more into the other’s mouth. I could barely imagine that I’d given him more than what he was giving me. It seemed like Billy just kept shooting wad after wad of cum into my mouth, and I kept gulping it down. Though, I could feel globs of my brother’s load seeping between his dick and my lips, dripping down my cheeks and over my chin. I even felt some of Billy’s cum start to flow into my nostrils, but I snorted and forced it out, knowing I needed my nose to breathe. When he finally finished and I felt his body relax over me, I pulled his body down, so that his dick slipped with a wet slurp from my mouth, and in a moment we were once again face to face
Now, I didn’t know if my little brother had ever tasted his own spunk before, but since he’d fed mine to me, I got my lips to his and shoved my cum-coated tongue into his mouth. Billy started sucking my tongue just like he’d done to my dick, pulling as much of his cum into his own mouth as he could. We lay there for a while, Billy’s naked body covering my own bare bod, swapping spit and whatever cum was left in our mouths. Then my kid-brother jumped up like he’d been shocked and said, “I gotta piss like a mother-fucker!” and a couple seconds later, I heard our bedroom door open, then shut, then Billy’s footsteps padded down the stairs. I never heard him return. He could have been gone five minutes, or five hours, and I had no clue. I hadn’t slept so soundly in years. I woke late the next morning, as always with a throbbing erection, though the instant I grabbed it and gave it a good squeeze, everything that had happened the night before hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked over to Billy’s bed, but it was empty
Now, I’d like to say I got-up and went downstairs to piss my hard-on away, but I didn’t. With the chaotic memories of Billy and me sucking each other off racing through my mind, I pounded my cock until I shot a load all over my chest-hair and pubes. Then, once I caught my breath, I threw on some clothes and went down to the bathroom to take a much-needed piss. This is another story I’m working on. I have more already written and will post once I’ve had a chance to go over it one more time. I’ve had very little feedback on my stories. I’d really love to hear what you think. So, leave a comment below, or send me a PM. I’d really appreciate it. --Verytas
Hot teen are two dildos. Judy and I met in the summer of 1984 in a sizable Midwestern city. I was in the military, and 22. She was working her way through college, and 20. We started dating; within two months we were living together, and within four months we were married. A whirlwind courtship of sorts. After some years I left the military, and Judy graduated
The city got a little worn after a while, as did our daily sex life. We started to take longer weekend drives to visit other large cities to see what life was like there. We also started to rent porno, and we would either shop together, or one or the other would go in and make a choice to suit both. At first it was pretty standard stuff, then came some toy purchases, and as we explored each other and our fantasies, we came to the interracial set . I must say this was more like my turn-on than hers. She would do anything to make me happy, however, so she went along with the games for a while. There was a lot of dirty talk while making love, and occasionally, it turned into some pretty hot sex. For me, at that point, there is nothing more beautiful to witness on camera (as if to believe it might happen in real life) than to watch a large and very dark black male with a large unit going down on a smaller and quite pale white female
This has remained a big fantasy to present day. Judy and I had been on one of our road trips to the south, and we decided to take in dinner at a Moroccan restaurant. While seated, we had a few drinks, gorged ourselves, and decided we were both too tired to drive back. Out of the blue, I asked her if she would like to stay at one of the somewhat seedy motels in the area. I did not know any personally, but the yellow pages were pretty explicit to a point. You just needed to be able to read between the lines. Nervously, she agreed. We chose a place with a large, heart-shaped bed, mirrored ceilings and headboard, moodlighting, and a hot tub
I picked up a little Jack Daniels for lubrication. After some chit-chat, I asked her if she would be willing to let me watch her with a black man. Blushing,she said she couldn't, "I don't think I can do it." After a few more drinks, and after we had fantasy sex about the idea, she cleaned up, and said okay. I went to the indoor pool at the heart of the complex, and found a rather qualified looking chap. I stopped momentarily, unsure how to really proceed with the conversation
I decided to be direct. I walked up and introduced myself to Jack, and he shook my hand. We talked about swimming, the town, and what would otherwise fill about five minutes of small talk. I then came to the point of my visit with him. I explained what it was that we were intending, and why I was there
Seemingly stunned, but very much in control, he had very little expression. He suggested he would like to meet my wife first. I suggested My wife was extremely apprehensive, and I wanted to run in advance to warn her I had found someone. He told me which room he was in, and suggested to give him about an hour to prepare, when he would come knocking. My wife was both concerned and elated about the news, and insisted on lots of details. I am not one for details on guys; girls maybe. Approximately 45 minutes past, and the knocker arrived. As he came to the door, I already had my wife prepared as naked on the bed. She rose to a sitting position to view him; from the look on her face it was obvious she was pleased
She shook his hand, they exchanged a few pleasantries, we all had a drink, and there was a period of quiet. Judy being a little bit more loose now suggested how attractive and muscular he was, and that she didn't really know what to expect might come to the door. She suggested she would insist on his being the type that would not be too aggressive or hurt anyone. He made her feel very much at ease with his demeaner. His character was quite opposite of his voluminous build
Judy came to stand on the floor, and asked Jack to stand directly in front of her. By this time he had his shirt off, but everything else was intact. She wanted to see how tall he was next to her, and there was at least 1 ft. of difference; the top of her head just about reached his chin. She asked if it would be OK if she helped him out of his clothes, which he agreed to. When she reached his G-string, he stopped her. He asked if this was what she really wanted. Without even looking at me at that point, she nodded her affirmation
He pulled her upwards and closely to him, lowered his lips, and they started a seven minute passionate kiss. The large-sized bulge in his underwear was at this point stretched to where I thought they might go flying across the room any minute. My wife's body in a close embrace with his, she was at this point getting pushed away from him at his midsection. When their lips parted, my wife immediately looked down. She knelt in front of him, and removed the ascii pictures wow shorts
Out popped what I would say is about a seven and a half inch thick dark rod with a rather sizable pair of hairy hanging balls. Judy was always a big fan of blowjobs. I always had a difficult time focusing enough on the feel of it to get off in her mouth as she preferred. So, finding the first fantasy to fulfill, she went right to work on him in hot teen are two dildos her mouth. She has the type of hands that were thin with long fingers, very dry, and somewhere between soft and rough. They always drove me crazy when they touched me just about anywhere on my body
She utilized her assets on him until it seemed he was at his fullest. Jack took my wife by the hand and led her to the hot tub area. Still holding her hand, he led her in first, and sat right in front of her in the water. I was sitting in a chair nearby, but could not see what was happening directly. As I remember I think it was a bubble-bath, or Jacuzzi tub. I could tell by the look on my wife's face in several moments what he was doing; massaging her vaginal opening and clit. The look in her eyes as she gazed at him, and the head gestures she made when she closed her eyes told me she was more than ready for him. A minute later he moved directly on top of her, looking down at his manhood, and maneuvering himself properly. My wife helped guide him to the opening of ther nether region
It was again clear when he entered her by the sound she made, the look on her face, and the way she clutched for him. She pulled him close to her; all the way in. They laid there together for a few minutes as she adjusted to his size, and Judy started to enjoy the reality of the mental fantasies we always shared. Five minutes or more passed. Jack whispered something in Judy's ear, she nodded, and he climbed off her, tolk her by the hand, and lead her from the hot tub to the bed. I could now tell that they were both primed and ready, and it was about to happen. I did see my wife was in another place cognitively, and probably didn't realize I was there. Was I nervous? Sure I was, cottonmouth and all. Half of me wanted to see her taken, but the other half was concerned he would be better
I decided I would just enjoy myself, and allow her the full pleasure as well. They kissed a few more times, and moved into a 69 position for some time. There was a lot of heavy breathing and some moaning as well. Pretty soon the excitement in the room became too much for my wife, she removed her mouth from him, and turned around to mount his pole. She took it firmly in her hand, and slowly I began to watch Jack's large unit disappear completely within my wife's pink patch. She tossed her head back more and more until her whole body had come to rest on him, her hand now removed. There was very little gap between them; large black balls and little white ass. I took a deep breath. They went at this for a while, until my wife laid down upon him, still riding him up and down
They were long strokes where she took him out to the tip of his penis, and went all the way back down on him. The rhythm was not too fast or too slow, and she now had both hands resting on the sides of his shoulders for leverage. I couldn't say anything; I couldn't even move. I was both possessed and frightened. It was really happening, and my emotions were in a twirl. She commensed to build quickly now to her orgasm, and as I heard him come, I was further surprised that she remained fully on top of his unit while he exploded inside. This was one of the fantasies we occasionally had; black-baby pregnancy. And with each and every one of the fantasies, he came inside (as did I). There was a brief respite where both my wife and Jack got cleaned up and used the bathroom
We all had another drink and spoke about the event. Everybody was quite positive up to that point. My wife reached for him, kissed him again, audibly suggesting she wanted to be taken missionary style. She laid down on the bed, spread her legs as wide as they would go, took his waist in her hands, and guided him into her again. She was already extremely wet by just the thought of what she wanted from him. I sat there in a chair at the edge of the bed and could see not only how shiny his rod was from her ecstasy, but the amount of juice that was flowing from her onto the sheets. They were whispering what must have been naughty things in each other's ear, as there was a lot of grunting and nodding. It seems they were both working on living their own fantasies by now
His rhythm was slightly faster now, her hands firmly wrapped around his butt, pulling him inward. She was controlling the action! Something must have really clicked between them because within just another few minutes, he pulled out of her quickly, her taking his root in both hands, and jerked him all over herself. There was so much! There is a large pool on her stomach, a big splotch at the top of her vagina where he exited, and a sizable splatter on her left breast. With a big smile, and his seed-spitting now terminated, she proceeded to rub him all over herself. She took two fingers and put a large mass inside her. She rubbud in a good deal on her breasts, leaned forward, and stroked the remainder onto her ass and crack
She laughed. She asked me if I was enjoying myself as much as she was. I nodded, but didn't really know what else to say. I did not want to spoil the moment . After another cleanup, it was time for Round 3. My wife managed to get him hard by just stroking and talking to him, and was getting ready to mount him again. She very specifically told me she wanted both of us at once, and to get behind her. I tried, but it was just in such close contact with another man, I could not get myself excited enough. She was visibly disappointed
She switched positions and asked me to come around to the foot of hot teen are two dildos the bed again. It was then I suggested to Jack that she very much liked it in the ass. It was the one place he had not been, and my wife said nothing as she moved toward me, and he behind her. Again the entry timing was clear based on the look on her face and the noise she made. He had his fingers between her legs, most likely stimulating her clitoris at the same time. Try as she might, she was unable to blow me for more than a second or two before I fell out of her mouth, defeated by another orgasmic moan. It still wasn't working; nothing was
I was excited, but could not get hard. She had both hands on the edge of the bed, her head now all the way down, and her ass high in the air while he took her deeply, the rhythm increasing. I came around to see how they looked together from behind. He had both his hands around her hips, shoving himself all the way into her to his balls. His fingers were soaked from her, and she was dtripping all over the sheets. Without missing a beat, he changed positions, and was now on top of her from behind, as if riding her. I could clearly see his meat disappearing into her, with that same glistening dick he had before. What seemed like an hour of fucking was probably only about 10 minutes when they both reached their climax, and he uncontrollably relieved himself all the way inside her
The two were completely connected with no space, and she was rotating her hips in an up and down motion to stroke in the remainder of his sperm. He pulled her into his lap still firmly planted inside her, and they both laid there with a smile on their faces until he went soft. They looked up at me and asked how it was for me, and I said, "probably not nearly as good as it was for you." They both smiled, looked at each other, and laughed. Well, I asked permission for Jack to sleepover for the night, and he agreed. I awoke several times to hear them going at it most of the night, and in assorted positions. I was OK with the sleeplessness; it was just a matter of whether to get up and turn on the light to watch, or just listen to them together. hot teen are two dildos He must have busted three or four more nuts, and she had about six or eight more
In the morning they showered together, Jack shook my hand, and he left. Beforehand, there was a parting Kiss where Jack explained that if Judy was hers, he would never have let her be with anyone else. He also commented on her beauty, which made her blush again. Judy and I went to the front desk to check out and pay the bill. We drove a short way to a local diner for breakfast. We sat down in a quiet corner and reminised about the night's activities. She mentioned she did not know it could be that good, nor did she believe it actually happened. She was clear that she was very pleasantly surprised about the man that entered her room that night, and fucked her brains out in front of her husband all night long. Although we had talked about doing it more often, we never did
She was very concerned that it would create arguments, or that she might actually start to like black men better. She did tell me I was as good as he, but it was obvious the lie did not work on me. Her sounds throughout the experience gave away the best sexual encounter she'd ever had.
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Teen couple in school. When Ralph rang me I realised that I had not seen him or heard from him in some time. Was it weeks or months? Ralph is a long term friend. In the past we very often met at wild sex parties. I don't remember if I introduced Ralph to those parties or he introduced me. Whichever way it was we both used to attend regularly. At those parties I very often used to have him fuck my anus, because I liked the way that he started very gently, until he sensed that I was ready for a more vigorous fucking, then he would pick up the pace and he always gave me a great orgasm. Quite often, while he was in my arsehole someone else was in my cunt. Ralph wanted to meet me somewhere private to discuss a proposition that he wanted to offer me
He would not give me any details over the phone. He did mention that he had recently married, and that that was relevant to his proposition., so my curiosity got the better of me and I agreed to meet him that evening, in a small bar that we both knew. Hi Julia. Thank you for coming. How are you?' Hi Ralph. It must be months since I've had you in my arse. Where've you been? What happened? I've missed you. Well I really had missed him, even if I hadn't realised it until I heard his voice on the phone. Well, I fell in love with a beautiful young woman and ended up marrying her. I hope that you'll both be happy. So why this mysterious meeting? I want you to teach her to be a slut. Shit! Ralph! You want what? I'm serious
She's young, she's very inexperienced, I was her first lover, but she's interested. I've been telling her about the parties where you and I had so much fun. She thinks that she might want to go to parties like that, but she's scared, because it's so far outside anything she knows about. I think that with your help she would embrace a wilder lifestyle. Why me? What makes you think that I could do this? Because I know and trust you. Because, of all the women that I know, you are the most comfortable and enthusiastic about your unrestrained sexuality. Because I think that you can teach her to enjoy unconstrained sex without any guilt, and that's what I want for her. Hell! Ralph! Be careful what you wish for. Even if I can teach her to be a slut, you'll never be able to put the genie back into the bottle
She'll never go back to being your faithful, loving wife. I want her to be my unfaithful, loving wife. And anyway, she wont be cheating on me if I'm there egging her on to fuck other men ... or women. We can still love each other. OK. If you really want this, I'll have to meet her before I agree to try to do this. If you agree to do this, I'll make it worth your while. I can't deny that I could use some extra money, but I wont even start unless I'm convinced that she really wants my help. Will you come to dinner with us tomorrow? You can discuss this with her and make your decision based on how willing she seems to you. The next night, once we were seated at the dinner table, Ralph plunged right in. Rosemary, I've asked Julia here to teach you how to be a slut. I think that, with her guidance, you could be completely uninhibited about who you are fucked by, how you are fucked, or who is watching. However she wont even consider teaching you unless she is convinced that that is what you want. How exciting! How do you propose to go about teaching me to be a slut? Well, of course, I'm open to suggestions from you and Ralph, but here's how I think that it might go
I live with two blokes who are great lovers. I'll have no trouble convincing them to help me train you, and when you are ready, they'll take great pleasure in fucking you. If I've done my job properly, you too will take enormous pleasure in being fucked by them. I'd like you to come to my place each Friday night for a few weeks. Each week I'll try to ensure that you experience sexual pleasure that will make you want to come back next week. At the same time, each week I'll be taking you a little outside your comfort zone. After a number of weeks, you will have moved so far outside your present comfort zone, that you will be amazed
How does all that sound? That sounds very exciting. Can we start this Friday? Will Ralph come with me, or do I come alone? What do you think, Ralph? Do you want to be part of our Friday night sessions? I suspect that it'll go better if I'm not there, at least for the early sessions. What I would like is for you, Julia, to come here the night after each session so that the three of us can talk about what happened and how Rosemary is progressing. How does that sound? Rosemary? Julia? Rosemary and I both agreed to a Saturday-night review session. On Friday night Rosemary arrived right on time, looking sexy in high heels, a short skirt and a tiny little top. I introduced her to my two live-in lovers, Jules and Jim. She seemed to like them. So Rosemary, I'd like to talk about your attitude to nudity
Are you often naked with Ralph? Right from the first time that he fucked me he has always insisted that we both are naked in bed. In the morning, when I get up I slip on a short robe before I go into the kitchen to prepare breakfast while Ralph showers and dresses for teen couple in school work. We eat breakfast with me still in my robe then he goes off to work and I shower and dress for work. So really I'm only naked while we are in bed together. Do you ever shower together? Not very often. Occasionally on a Saturday or Sunday. I think it might help things along if you stayed naked while preparing and having breakfast. How would you feel about that? And I think that it would be good if you made a point of showering together often. How about every Saturday and Sunday? Wow! Kinky! I'd like to do that, but what would Ralph think? Rosemary, Ralph's paying me to help you to become a slut
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Come on boys. I want Jules in my arse today. Here's the lube, Jules. The next evening, as I knocked on Ralph and Rosemary's front door I was pretty nervous about the reception that I would get. Would Rosemary have regretted her behaviour the night before? Or, if she was happy about what we had all done together, would Ralph be regretting what he had asked for? Rosemary opened the door to me and as soon as she saw me a big smile spread across her face. She pulled me inside, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a big sloppy kiss on the lips. Apparently the first of my fears was baseless. Then Ralph walked towards us. Julia
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