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Chores VI

I walked up the drive picking daisies as I walked along leisurely. It was a beautiful day and I was a fabulous mood. I had a so so day in classes today, college was not near as much fun as high school had been but that’s the way life was I assumed. Filling the air was a blood curdling scream. I stopped and tried to figure out where the sound had originated from when it came again. I knew then where it was from, I dropped the daisies and ran up the driveway to the house. I ran up the front porch steps and threw open the front door, darted through the living room, around the corner, and took the steps to my room 2 at a time. When I reached my room, I found my father standing in the doorway with his back to me. In a chair sat my boyfriend naked, and tied to my chair in my room. My father had a whip in his hand.
“My God, Daddy what are you doing,” I yelled.
My father spun around on his heel, and smiled at me. My boyfriend craned his neck around my father to see me standing in the doorway.
“Baby, get me out of here, and away from this son of a bitches crazy ass,” my boyfriend begged.
At that my father turned around snapped the whip back and hit my boyfriend in the balls again. He screamed again.
“Daddy stop it, “I said.
“I told you baby, I was going to take care of him for what he did to you in the park, and I meant every damn word of that,” Daddy said through gritted teeth.
I crossed the room and stood in front of my boyfriend; I turned and began untying him. His balls were red, and one was bleeding from a gash my father had inflicted with his whip. My Dad turned on his heel and went out of the room. I got my boyfriend out of the chair, he could barely stand he was a bleeding mess. I darted back down the steps to get a washcloth from the bathroom. Back up the steps I went, he was laying on my bed, tears on his face. I began to dab gently at his balls. It wasn’t near as bad as it appeared when the blood was everywhere. I apologized over and over, and helped him get into his pants, and out to his car. He kissed me goodbye and told me he would okay.
I was exceptionally pissed at what my father had done. But in all actuality my boyfriend had been very lucky Daddy hadn’t just killed him and buried him in the backyard. He was exceptionally very protective of me. I went in the house and upstairs to my room. My father was sitting on my bed. I walked over to him and looked at him giving him the ugliest look I could muster. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. I struggled, and I knew better before I even did it. But it happened anyway. He kissed me hard on the mouth; his tongue filled my mouth searching for mine. He pulled away, grabbing a handful of hair he pulled me down on the bed, his hands went to my breast. He began to fondle them roughly and then pulling up my shirt, his hand jerked my bra, breaking the clasp and freeing my tits. His mouth found one, sucking and biting at my red little hot hard nipples, I began to get aroused. He sucked my right tit, and then grabbed my left in his hand and began to squeeze very hard. Reaching down to my pants he flipped the button and unzipped my jeans. His hand went into my little pink panties I wore. I felt his fingers pulling and pushing to get between my slick pussy lips. He reached his destination, my hard little clit. His index finger and thumb began to work my little clit over he pulled the clit up and then stroking back down toward my pussy, and back up. He stroked my clit like he stroked his hard cock. Continuing to keep my tit in his mouth I was very wet, and getting close to having an orgasm. I loved it when he stroked my clit, he knew I was close, because I arched my back, the more he stroked the more I hung on to him digging my nails into his back. Just as I reached my orgasm he shoved two fingers into my dripping wet little hole. I tightened my thighs around his arm as I came.
He stood up and pulled my jeans off, throwing them on the floor, he whistled, and my dog ran into the room. He smiled at me; my Daddy had taken his hard cock out of his pants and had moved between my legs. He had his hard dick in his hand and was rubbing the throbbing purple head against my dripping wet folds of skin. He patted the bed for the dog to get on the bed. The dog immediately went to my pussy to see what was going on. I felt his tongue licking my pussy when Daddy pushed him off. He walked up to my face; I spun him around and reached between his legs. I took my dog’s slick cock into my hand and began to stroke it. He stood still as I stroked him with long slow strokes. His cock was becoming bigger and bigger and I continued my assault. I felt my Dad between my legs spreading my little asshole apart. He pulled my cheeks apart and rubbed my asshole with his thumb. Very gently he would ease his fingers into my asshole, as I continued to stroke the dogs cock.
Daddy patted my pussy for the dog to come to him. He reluctantly went to Daddy, who shoved him down on the bed. He wanted me to come to the end of the bed and straddle the dog. I obliged because I loved fucking that dog like this. I moved to the end of the bed, standing above the dog I moved him to his back, his hard red cock was protruding, as was his big hard knot. I squatted down over him guiding his slick pre cum covered cock into my cunt. I moved up and down while squatting over his cock, it felt wonderful inside of my hot little slit. I settled down on my knees leaning up toward the dog’s head, moving my hips up and down fucking my pussy with his cock. I pushed hard spreading my cunt out and slipping that big knot into my puss. I moaned as I got wetter. Daddy was behind me with his hands rubbing my tits, and then my ass. While straddling the dog, my ass was facing my father, I felt his tongue on my asshole, and then on my cunt every time I rocked in on the dog’s dick. I felt his fingers going into my ass; he shoved first one then two fingers into my extremely tight, hot asshole. I began to rock my pussy faster on the dog’s dick; I could feel cum continuously coming from his cock inside my pussy. Daddy shoved his cock into my asshole in one stroke. I screamed out, he began to fuck my asshole harder and harder. I rocked on the dog faster, when I felt him explode inside my pussy, I moaned loudly and began to cum myself. Daddy started to cum inside my asshole, the cum ran from both holes, down onto my thighs.
Daddy slid out of my ass and hit the bed beside me, and rolled off on the other side. The dog jumped off the bed and sat to lick his cock on the floor. Daddy rolled over and touched my tits, I couldn’t hardly breathe I had cum from two dicks fucking me at once. I was covered in cum. Daddy moved over between my legs pulling them apart, his face went between my cum soaked legs. He pulled my lips apart, his tongue began to lick at my pussy, he sucked the cum from my pussy then moved to my asshole sucking the cum from there as well. I moaned loudly, it was so sexy I could hardly stand it; I was about to cum again when he flipped me over on the bed. He raised my hips up and slid his hard cock into my pussy. He moaned as he began to fuck my cunt, his dick moved in slowly and methodically, I could feel the head of his cock running deep inside my cunt, hitting my cervix with every stroke. He shoved until I had everything but his balls shoved into my drippy wet slit. He fucked me hard and with a purpose, or so it seemed, his strokes picked up speed until he was slamming into me and I could feel his balls hitting my clit as he fucked harder and faster. He came again, this time deep inside me. He continued to fuck until I came again. He rolled off, and told me to finger my cunt. He wanted me to scoop out the cum and lick it. I did as I was told; I pulled out a hot stringy hand full of cum and put it into my mouth. Daddy rose up and stood over me, he pointed his cock at my face as he started to piss on my face, the stream hit me and was almost so hot it burned my skin, he pissed on my face, and my tits, as he finished he leaned down and rubbed the piss into my tits, and onto my pussy.
Leaning against the headboard he motioned again for me, I got up and crawled up to him naked and wet. He wanted me to stand over him, I did as he pushed himself down further on the bed. I stood taking my hands and pulling my lips apart, I began to piss as well, right on his chest, I pulled my lips apart to piss on his face, he opened his mouth. I couldn’t do that but he liked it, he had a mouthful, when he then spit it all over my tits. I finally lay down on the bed exhausted. I told him I didn’t want to catch him near my boyfriend again or he would very sorry. He smirked at me, but I think he might have believed I might trying something if he didn’t back off.

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College Adventures

So here I am a freshman in college, a new start after an isolated four years of high school. A little about me I have always been the youngest in my class but also the largest at 6’6 185 pounds with a pretty athletic body after playing basketball and football throughout my school career. But coming into college at 17 left me at that awkward stage where I am always horny but being bi left me with several options.
The first few weeks of school went well but no late night action caused me to give up and try posting on craigslist looking for someone who was also on the downlow about being gay or bi, thats when i met him. His name is max and at 5’6 and 120 pounds soaking wet he was the total opposite of me. He had a very boyish look to him that i just couldn’t get over if I hadn’t made him show me his drivers liscense he could have easily passed as a 13 or 14 year old including downstairs.
We traded pics and talked for a while before one day he asked me over to his dorm room since his roommate was gone. I of course rushed over there with very bad intentions on my mind. Once there things started off slow playing the new call of duty for a while, after an hour or so i decided i was going to have to make the first move in progressing our new friendship. In between games i decided to turn off the game and turned pushing him back on to the bed giving him a long and passionate kiss.
He quickly seemed to like where this was going getting more and more into it as he began unbuckling my pants and finally pulling his lips away from mine and promptly going down on my cock. Thus began one of the greatest blow jobs of my life he was able to go down and swallow more of it than anyoen else had taking all 8 inches deep into his mouth. Licking and sucking every inch until i thought i was going to explode before pulling off to make out with me.
He reached over and pulled a bottle of lube out from the desk next to his bed and began generously pouring it all over my cock stroking it carefully, as he continued to do this i pulled him around and began sucking his small 5in rock solid dick while fingering his ass. He was incredibly tight and i knew it would take a few minutes and a lot of lube to get him lose so i just continued to suck and finger away. After about ten minutes of this he told me he was about to cum. I quickly responded by flipping him onto his back and swallowing his cock until he blew his load straight into my throat tasting slightly sweet.
At this point i was weak and felt like i could blow my load just looking at him when he surprised me by rolling over forcing me onto my back and slowly lowered himself into a reverse cowgirl position. After i few try’s he finally got my head into his ass. It was one of the tightest best feeling things i have ever experienced as he slowly lowered himself down it took all the will i had to not brutally pound his ass but as he slowly got used to it he began bouncing up and down quickly causing me to only last about two minutes before i began shooting a massive load deep into his boy hole.
Finally done we collapsed back onto the bed kissing and cuddling before falling asleep naked him still in my arms….

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Meeting Ebony

A story I wrote awhile ago, most of it was inspired by reading stories on here. I would like to write more, but I wanted to get an idea how posting and view worked. Anyway, hope you like it.

Lucy’s Tale (Part 6)

Part Six
A conversation quickly developed between us and the guy put his hand out to Mike and said, ‘I’m Dave and this is Kathy’
I burst out laughing and all eyes turned to me. Mike asked what was so funny and through my giggles I said that it was odd that we have just come out of a five way sex session and yet it is only now that we find out each other’s names! They all saw the funny side of that and we started to find out a bit more about each other.
Dave and Kathy were both 22 and were staying quite close to our villa. Dave was an almost identical build to Mike but where my man was smooth, Dave was like a gorilla with black hair all over his entire body except for his balls which Kathy shaved for him. Kathy was lovely. She was six or seven inches taller than me, short black hair with a lovely figure, tiny bum and boobs which made me jealous. She was probably a C cup, lovely and firm, no sag and perfect nipples. I complimented on her finger work and she returned the compliment saying that my body may be small but it looked so delicious with two big cocks taking me so firmly. I blushed a little as I wasn’t used to any form of flattery, added to the fact that this was a woman and she was flirting with me AND it was only twenty minutes ago that we were fighting to lick each other’s tonsils. This had been one hell of a day of new things!
Mike and Dave started to chat about blokey stuff so Kathy moved her towel closer to mine and we talked about everything and nothing like old friends. I barely noticed when she started to stoke my arm as she spoke. We were lay on our towels, facing each other and I realised that our eyes were locked as we spoke and the world around us was just a blur. Even as she moved closer and we were now sharing a towel, went over my head. The only time I came back to reality was when she leant forward and gently kissed me again. There wasn’t a question of my pushing her away. I put my arm around her and pulled her even closer, our bodies compressing into one, Kathy’s hand moving to my bottom and mine to hers. It was almost like an out of body experience as she rolled me onto my back and moved her hand to my pussy again, I felt paralysed but finding the ability to twitch as she hit the right spots. I didn’t feel her move but I did feel the sudden hot breath on my wet hole and then the incredible sensation of her tongue touching me for the first time. My eyes shot open to see this raven haired beauty burying her face in my cunt, eyes closed, devouring my flesh. I looked to see an audience of eight or ten people but I didn’t care, I just flopped back and pushed my legs as wide apart as I could.
I know at the start of this story I said I had considered being with a girl before but I had only ever really thought about kissing one. I had never pictured myself having a girl licking me like Kathy was now but something had clicked in me and when Kathy repositioned herself and I saw her pussy, with a little Brazilian strip of black hair coming towards my face, I pulled it to my face with the same hunger she was showing on mine. My tongue worked on instinct and I soon found her hard clit bouncing on the tip of my tongue and her ‘oohs and aahs’ gave me all the instruction I needed. Her juices flooded my mouth and it was like nectar. I didn’t care that we were being watched, I was in a heavenly place and it was almost scary to have such intense sexual desires so short after having my first sexual experience but my lust hunger was raging. I lapped on the cunt in front of my face, pulling her harder against me, probing her folds with my tongue and fingers until she finally yelled to the whole beach that she was cumming. This scream helped me over the edge too, as well as the copious juices flowing down my throat. We were both thrashing and rolling on our towel, faces wet with the other’s river of cum.
As we came down and untangled, our respective partner, kissed our wet faces, tasting the stranger’s juices and our ‘audience’ clapped their approval. Mike whispered in my ear again and in my confused state, I only half understood what he said but I agreed anyway. As I opened my eyes again though, Dave was climbing on top of me, lifting and spreading my legs. I looked quickly over to Kathy and Mike had her in the same position. I watched Mike’s cock, thankfully sheathed in a condom, plunge deep into Kathy’s hole and then yelped as Dave did the same to me. I reached for Kathy’s hand as Dave and Mike begun a fast fucking of each other’s girl, knowing that neither would last long after such a show. This was fast, it was hard, it was good. I thought this would be the pinnacle of our day but then Dave signalled six or seven other guys across to us and I began to panic. I didn’t want to fuck all these guys but that wasn’t his plan. He bounced me across so i was lying closer to Kathy. He instructed us to kiss as the boys continued to pound our poor bodies into the ground. He then got the guys to form a ‘jerking circle’ around us. I then knew what was coming. Kathy and I looked up to see six hard cocks being wanked furiously over our head. We smiled at each other, closed our eyes and resumed the kiss. Many hands, grabbed, squeezed and pinched our boobs and then the first hot splashed followed the first deep moan, followed by Dave pulling from me, ripping off the condom and squirting his load all over our tits. The other guys all followed suit, shooting their heavy loads and then rubbing their juices into our skin. Mike was the last to unload and when he finished, we opened our eyes to see our cum splattered bodies. It was such a hot sight to behold.
Each of the guys gave us a quick peck on the lips to thank us. Most hand one last feel of our tits or a stroke of our overused pussies before they left too. I didn’t care anymore, I was completely spent.
I walked into the sea with Kathy and we washed the gloop from our skin. We washed each other so I had a last caress of her perfect body before we made our way back to the boys. We all dressed and made our way off the beach. We shared a taxi back to the town which lay between where our two villas were. Dave and Kathy gave us their address but I don’t think any of us thought we would have a repeat performance. How could you match what we had done today? We said our goodbyes and some very shocked looks from the locals as Kathy kissed me goodbye with probably a little too much passion!
We walked slowly back to our villa, holding hands the whole way. My mind went through all the problems as we walked in a contented silence. I knew what we were doing was frowned upon but we weren’t REALLY related were we? Only by marriage surely? Did that count? I then half smiled to myself wondering how violently my Mum would kill me if she had seen my antics today. I decided it would be a pretty gruesome death. I looked up to Mike as we strolled along and gave his hand a little squeeze. He looked at me, winked and we walked on.
As we entered the empty house, we put our bags in the kitchen, went into the living room and flopped together on the settee. I loved my Mum, but just for once, I didn’t want her around, I didn’t want this to end. I sat up a little, kissed Mike on the cheek and said, ‘Thank you for an amazing day Mike, I do really love you!’
He squeezed me close, kissed the top of my head and said, ‘I love you too Lucy, but just wait till you see what I have planned for tomorrow!’ He then started laughing as I looked shocked at him. He was kidding me of course but five minutes later, we were both ecstatic. John rang Mike to say that they had drunk a little too much and if it was OK, they think they should stay over the other side of the island. Mike did some mock cursing but said it was OK and joked with them about being irresponsible. When he put the phone down we whooped with delight and danced around the living room. I don’t think either of us was thinking about more sex because we were both exhausted. We were just so happy that we could spend the night together.
We made a lovely dinner between us, nothing burnt too much. Neither of us had ever taken a keen interest in cooking so it was a bit of a mish mash of culinary delight. We shared a bottle of white wine and flopped in front of the TV. When Mike caught me dozing he suggested a shower, then bed. I agreed.
We had another romantic, caressing shower together and climbed onto me bed and I snuggled back into that lovely spooning position. Mike’s hand came around me and gently traced the contours of my body and I wiggled back a little further. His dick had been soft beneath me but the combination of all things sensual, it soon began to grow and push softly beneath me.
I reached down and massaged the head against my moisture and with just a little adjustment, it slid slowly inside me. We sighed together and for the next half an hour, we ground slowly together , never going quickly, rubbing my clit as a team, bringing each other to the most erotic kind of orgasm possible. It was the perfect end to the perfect day. We slept soundly.
The next morning began in exactly the same way as the night had ended. Mike woke me by gently sliding his morning wood into me. We ended with a little more of a flurry and I think that is the best start to a day to get the blood flowing! We then showered together but our nerves were a little more jittery with each passing minute as we didn’t know when our folks would be back. We were OK though as they arrived after we had finished our breakfast and cleaned up after ourselves. When we heard the car driving up the path, we had one more hug and tender kiss. Behaving myself would never be more difficult.
Mum and John came in, all apologetic for their ‘indiscretion’ but we were quick to forgive them. You never know when we may need forgiveness ourselves I thought. We made some fresh lemonade and we all sat out on the terrace and took in the sun. I felt Mum watching me and I turned to her and asked her what was the matter. She looked confused, ‘I’m not sure Lucy, something looks different somehow. Did you change your hair?’
Was this a Mother’s instinct? How could she SEE what I had done? Could she sense that had seen or touched 11 different cocks yesterday? Could she smell that I had lesbian sex? Did she know that I had fucked my new brother senseless? As calmly as I could I said, ‘No, it must be the bit of tan I have picked up from yesterday’
She accepted that as a reason and I prayed that my heart attack wouldn’t happen just yet. I saw Mike smile and turn his head away. He was going to get a big slap for that later. I purposely turned away from him to prevent my staring but my little smile to myself was not missed by my Mum. I glance over a little later and could see she has worked something out. I had to act quick!
I waited a short while and then excused myself to go to the bathroom. I scribbled a detailed note and after I left the bathroom I went into our bedroom. Straight away I realised that we could have had a disaster in there alone. Mike’s bed was in perfect order yet mine was a mess. Quite clearly a sign of something unusual. I quickly made mine (badly) and messed Mike’s up (totally) and took his dirty laundry out of the hamper and spread it around the floor near his bed. I then shoved the note under his pillow and made my way downstairs.
In the stroppy teenage tone that my mum knew so well, I yelled to Mike that he should clear up his pigsty side of our room and I was already getting sick of sharing with a slob. To give him credit he reacted perfectly calling me a moaning brat and stomping up the stairs. I was praying he would see the note and realise what I had done. John followed him upstairs and I heard him give Mike some grief for not showing me some respect. Mike apologised to his Dad and came downstairs. Mum was in the kitchen within earshot of us as Mike came down. He grinned and winked at me, flashing the note secreted in his hand.
‘Look Lucy, I’m sorry for being a pig. I’ve cleared the room OK?’
I kept the stroppy approach and just said, ‘OK’
Mike continued, ‘Look, you’re no great pleasure to share with you know, I have to wait bloody hours for you to get ready!’
Mum shouted from the kitchen, ‘Hey, language and play nice kids!’ Our spat had obviously thrown her silly ideas from her head as we both apologised to her and more importantly, each other. We both realised we would have to be more careful

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The Bridge Players

Shortly after being assigned to a new base, a Lieutenant and his wife were invited to the Colonel’s home for an evening of bridge. The Lieutenant was partnered with the Colonel’s wife and vice versa.
After many hands, the Lieutenant excused himself to use the toilet, but accidentally left the door ajar. When the sound of splashing echoed through the family room, his wife was greatly embarrassed and attempted to apologize.
The Colonel’s wife smiled demurely, “Don’t worry about it; this is the first time all evening that I’ve been able to tell what he has in his hand.”

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Weird Tales, Succubus. Part 1.

Ok reposting my first story after editing it some of the ideas did not work like they did in my head. My writing may not be that great but I hope to improve to make things more readable so please forgive any short comings I hope you all like it any way.

The Death of Sandra with the big nipple brassiere

The birds woke Sandra that morning. It was a warm dewy Midwestern spring morn and the nest of the hungry robin red breast was a flutter early to catch the worms that would give them succor.
Sandra reached for her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim. Sandra felt as comfortable as sexy can be.
“I have huge nipples.” thought Sandra. “This is the only bra I can wear that I like that covers my nipples well.” Sandra said as both areolas peeked out over the stretch decorative delicate floral lace trim of her seductive short sexy light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown that she had slept in.
Sandra knew no matter what happened today, she would be comfortable and stylish in her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim.
Outside, the dew had formed a delicate mist over the grass of the lawns in Sandra’s neighborhood. A gentle breeze blew into Sandra’s open window and it seemed to her to carry the fresh smell of hope. The sun carried a bright promise of illumination, understanding and success. The tweet tweet of the birds was sheer joy.
Sandra got out of bed and started to take off her seductive short sexy light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown. The criss-cross, floral lace trim at the bodice made her feel as sexy as comfort allows. She slipped one of the silky straps off her shoulder, then the other. The alluring silky satin stretch delicate decorative floral lace trim cups of the light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown fell, exposing her big nippled breasts. It was obvious to look at Sandra that the good Lord had blessed her with a decent rack which could draw the attention of most males of the specie. A male would want to procreate with Sandra and once the aforementioned male got Sandra’s big nippled breasts out of her big nipple brassiere, he would have an enhanced feeling of arousal and would want to put the big nipples into his mouth and suck upon them as he rubbed his rock hard penal boner into her mons deferens region. In this way, perhaps Sandra’s stench trench would become sufficiently lubricated so as to allow the male’s penal boner entry into her quivering quim where he would be able to shoot a load of baby batter into her bearded clammy gash thus impregnating Sandra. That baby would receive ample nourishment from those big nipples.
Sandra let her seductive short sexy light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown slide off of her body. As she reached for her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim, Sandra caught a fleeting glimpse of her cleanly shaven tampon socket. Sandra had shaved her meat wallet the night before, and she was a little surprised at the sight in the morning light. Her vaginal lips were all bunched up like a loose meat sandwich, but Sandra thought her fish tunnel taco looked cute.
“Oh my gosh golly goodness” exclaimed Sandra, “I have huge nipples and as I was reaching for my pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim I caught a fleeting glimpse of my cleanly shaven tampon socket. I was a little surprised at the sight in the morning light. My snapper looks like a cute loose meat sandwich! My fish tunnel taco looks so yummers! It’s total romance!”
As Sandra put on her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim, she thought about where she could go with her neatly shaven hatchet wound. She wanted to take her cleanly shaven bear trap to town and show it off.
Sandra’s hot box may have been a dripping delta; a chuff box bat cave; a whiskerless honey cave lobster pot, but Sandra couldn’t forget her relationship with the lord Jesus. When she was a little girl, Sandra’s aunt Millie told her hell was worse than having cancer and being raped by wild dogs forever. Sandra didn’t know what being raped by wild dogs was at the time, but she knew that cancer was very bad. Sandra understood more now. She knew the devil Satan Beelzebub had a huge warty penis and lava like ejaculate. Sandra had no need for that in the afterlife. Sandra’s cunt always reminded her of Jesus.
Sandra put on her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets. She decided not to wear panties so that her shaved coochie would be easily displayed. Sandra knew that she shouldn’t be too quick about displaying her coose pot. In a social situation, it could attract competing males who would vie for her attention by trying to be witty or interesting. The males would each like to be alone with her so they could expose her felted mound in such a way as to insert their erect rock hard penises into it. Then they would repeatedly thrust at the pelvis so as to penetrate the vagi-twat deeply and pull almost out repeatedly until such a time when the male would shoot a load of man paste into Sandra’s cum dumpster. If too many men were competing for her tuna tunnel, a fight could ensue.
Suddenly Sandra had dry mouth, blurred vision, a dizziness that could have resulted in fainting. Sandra felt the need to vomit. Sandra projectile vomited. Puke ended up on the 100% nylon fiber carpet with soil and stain protection. The tight twist of the carpet resisted changes in appearance and texture Sandra’s tossed cookies might have otherwise caused on a less dense carpet. Sandra would appreciate the difference when she cleaned up.
Luckily for Sandra, the fact that her spew shot so far out of her mouth meant that it completely missed her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets. She wouldn’t have to change. She could wear her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets and her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim. Sandra decided to pray.
“Oh Jesus,” began Sandra, “I know my huge nipples are the cross I carry through this life. Please make bra manufacturers realize the profit potential and manufacture more big nipple brassieres. Now, I am so proud of my cleanly shaven honey hole that I am afraid you will damn me to hell for all eternity. My pride and my vanity are my weakness and I ask for your help and forgiveness because it’s not like you’re really Jewish. Amen.
Sandra was suddenly hit by a wave of flatulence. She farted a musky dank egg-like slightly fruity pooter. She wondered if Charlemagne knew that pope Leo III was planning on crowning him Imperator Augustus on December 25 800 A.D.
The phone rang and startled Sandra who fainted and fell impaling herself through the eye. She didn’t answer the phone because the impalement through the eye thing killed her.
Soon thereafter her youth minister and his two Christian friends stopped over to see Sandra and discovered her dead impaled through the eye body in her 97% cotton, 3% spandex coral and white floral cocktail sundress with quick side zip, wide shoulder straps, hip-flattering box pleats along the waist, and side-seam pockets and her pink gingham patterned form fitting contoured big nipple brassiere with lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim.
After praying to Jesus over her dead body, her youth minister and his two Christian friends decided to check out Sandra’s tits. They slid the alluring silky satin stretch delicate decorative floral lace trim cups of the light blue silk double-layered chiffon babydoll nightgown down, exposing her big nippled breasts. It was obvious to them as they looked at Sandra that the good Lord had blessed her with a decent rack which could draw the attention of most males of the specie. They all wanted to procreate with Sandra now that they had gotten Sandra’s big nippled breasts out of her big nipple brassiere. They had an enhanced feeling of arousal and wanted to put her big nipples into their mouths and suck upon them as they rubbed their rock hard penal boners into her mons deferens region, and that is just what they did. In this way, Sandra’s stench trench became sufficiently lubricated for her youth minister and his two Christian friend’s penal boners enter into her quivering quim where they each shot a load of baby batter into her dead bearded clammy gash.
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The Drug Girl

This is my first story. I’ve never written anything like this before so please let me know what you think.

Gift Unwrapping

Erik was an unremarkable student. While being basically in shape, he would never be taken as an athlete. He was too bookish to fit in with the cool crowd, but not nerdy enough to be accepted as a nerd. On the whole, he went mostly unnoticed as he went through his classes.
Zoe was also an unremarkable student. Although not unattractive, she eschewed long hair, makeup and skinny jeans in favor of more convenient choices. She didn’t try to fit into any of the cliques, but neither was she ostracized by high school society either. On the whole, she went mostly unnoticed as she went through her classes.
They would probably never have known each other if the teacher of the history class they shared hadn’t decided to assign partners in the group project randomly. Everyone’s name went into a hat and pairs were drawn out. Erik and Zoe were paired up.
The two knew of each other, in that way that you sort of know who is in your class, but had never really talked before getting together after class in the library to start work on their project.
They both found each other quite easy to get along with. Erik liked the fact that Zoe was uncomplicated and straightforward. Zoe liked that Erik actually seemed to listen to her and cared about her input. Both of them liked that they actually cared about this assignment and were both relatively good students.
The two worked quite late into the afternoon. Erik noticed first, “It’s getting a bit late. I hope you didn’t miss your ride.”
“I live nearby,” Zoe replied. “I was just going to walk home.”
“Me too. I think football practice is getting out soon. Why don’t we ask my brother for a ride?” Erik suggested. Only seniors are allowed to have cars at school.
“That’d be nice,” Zoe replied as they packed up their stuff.
When they got to the parking lot, several members of the football team were already there. “Hey, Ken,” Erik called out to his brother. “Can we get a ride?”
“Buzz off, twerp,” was Ken’s reply when he saw Erik.
Erik stood stunned. While his brother was never the model of politeness, he’d never gotten this reaction from him before. He saw the cheerleader Ken was helping into his car ask something and heard Ken reply, “Oh, nobody important.”
Erik took another step towards the car when a 300 pound lineman blocked their path. “When the boss tells you to leave, you leave,” he thundered, standing between them and his brother’s car. His stance was clear that he was ready to pound Erik into the ground to enforce his edict. And equally likely that he wouldn’t have any idea how to spell edict, if he even knew what it meant.
“OK, OK…” Erik said as they backed away. He turned to Zoe, “I’m sorry. Maybe I can walk you home instead.”
“Sure,” Zoe said quietly.
“I’m sorry about my brother,” Erik explained as they walked down the sidewalk. “He’s never done that to me before. I know he’s a dumb jock, but he’s usually not that rude. I guess he just wants to look cool for the dumb blonde he picked up.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Zoe said, with a bit of fire in her voice. “That dumb blond is my sister Sophie.”
“You’re sister?” Erik said. “Um… sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Zoe said. “She is just as dumb and self-centered as she looks. She could have said something when she saw me, but didn’t.”
“Figures,” Erik said. “Sorry if this come out the wrong way, but she didn’t really look much like you.”
“That’s because she’s fake,” Zoe said proudly. “Her hair is the same light brown as mine, but she dyes it blonde. I suspect that she pads her bra a bit too.”
“That’s silly,” Erik said. “Whomever she makes out with is going to uncover that deception pretty quick.”
“Well, it hasn’t stopped her in the past,” Zoe quipped back. “This is my house right here.”
“Just a few blocks from my place,” Erik said. “Since we’re going to be spending all of this time together working, why not spend some of it having fun instead. Do you want to catch a movie this weekend?”
“Sounds great. Saturday?”
“Saturday it is.”
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Saturday arrived. Erik and Zoe were sitting in the back seat of Ken’s car with Sophie in the front passenger seat. Erik and Zoe sat with quiet amusement while Ken and Sophie were quietly irritated in the front.
Erik had asked his dad if he could drop Erik and Zoe off at the movies, since the state doesn’t allow kids to drive after dark until they are 21. Dad was too busy though and, despite his protests, he told Ken to take him. “It’ll be like a double date,” Dad said.
Ken didn’t want to have anything to do with a double-date. But like it or not, here he was chauffeuring the little siblings around.
Ken pulled up to the curb at the movies. “Here you go,” he said.
“I thought you two were going to see a movie too,” Erik replied. That’s certainly what Ken told his parents.
“No. We’ve got more exciting plans. We’ll be back to pick you up at 10:30. Now get out.”
Alone on the curb the two of them finally felt free to chat to each other. “I can’t believe your brother is just ditching us.”
“Believe me; he didn’t want to have anything to do with us. What was with Sophie though?” When the girls were picked up, Zoe was dressed casually in a sleeveless blouse and jeans, fitting in with what Ken and Erik were wearing. Sophie was wearing a relatively fancy dress, heels, jewelry, and lots of makeup.
“She’s being silly,” Zoe said. “She absolutely had to make sure that she looked better than I did when we got picked up.”
“But she looks ridiculous! Clearly Ken didn’t expect her to be dressed like that. It makes her stand out – and not in a good way.”
“Thinking things through has never been one of Sophie’s strong points.”
Looking up at the movie board Erik asked, “Which one do you want to see?”
“How about that one?” Zoe suggested, pointing at the recent sci-fi release.
“Really?” Erik asked in surprise. “I thought for sure I’d have to sit through that chic-flic over there.”
“Those movies are always too cliché and predictable,” Zoe explained. “Or they’re too raunchy and predictable.”
“And sci-fi movies aren’t?”
“They’re corny and predictable,” declared Zoe, “but at least the effects are fun to watch.”
“Let’s go then!” he said.
They bought tickets and settled in near the back of the theater. Since neither had seen this movie, and both were interested in it, they kept their comments to a minimum. Zoe was the first to realize that the armrests lifted up. She did so and snuggled close to Erik. He responded by putting his arm around her shoulder as they sat close, whispering comments to each other.
“Why are women in the future always so scantily clad?” Zoe asked halfway through the movie as the villain, inevitably female and inevitably clad in clothing that is neither practical nor protective, made her appearance.
“It’s the rage of the future,” Erik joked. “In ten years, even you’ll be dressing like that.”
“Eep,” Zoe squeaked. “I could never wear that – at least not where anyone could see me.”
Later, during one of the contrived love scenes involving the hero and a random alien, Zoe commented, “What is it with aliens anyway?”
“Who knows? Maybe because it’s different.”
“Different is the word. But would you like to kiss someone with green skin?”
“Nope, I’ll stick with ordinary colors like you,” Erik said and gave Zoe a quick peck on her cheek.
Zoe was surprised by the sudden kiss, but she liked it. She turned her head invitingly towards Erik and he responded with another kiss on her lips. It wasn’t long, but it felt sweet. She smiled as she snuggled closer.
When the credits started rolling, both of them turned towards the other and shared another kiss. This one was longer, with Erik’s tongue gently sliding between Zoe’s lips. His hand stroked her upper arm. Even though the pleasure of the kiss, Zoe was on guard to ward off any unwanted advances of Erik’s hand. When they didn’t happen, Zoe was able to relax and enjoy the feelings.
Zoe jumped back when the lights came up. “We’d better get going,” she said with a smile. They walked hand-in-hand back to the curb.
Ken’s car pulled up right on time. As they got in, Erik noticed that Sophie’s hair and makeup job were coming a little unglued and the result made her look worse than if she hadn’t had anything done. They also found Sophie’s heels tossed in the backseat.
Erik motioned towards them and Zoe mouthed ‘silly’ while gesturing towards the front. Both of them chuckled quietly.
“Have fun?” Erik asked Ken as they drove back to drop off the girls.
“None of your business,” he replied gruffly. “And don’t even think of saying anything. For all you know, we just went to a different movie.”
Erik turned towards Zoe and made a condescending gesture towards his brother. Again, the pair giggled.
They soon arrived at Zoe’s house. Ken and Sophie made a big deal about kissing each other goodbye. Zoe wasn’t about to do that with others watching. She rolled her eyes at their over-acted display and that elicited another giggle from Erik.
“Back to the project on Monday?” Erik said to Zoe.
“Unfortunately. See you at school.”
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“Ready to do a dry run?” Zoe asked Erik next Thursday when they met after class.
“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Erik replied. “The library won’t work though.”
“Let’s go to my house,” Zoe offered. “There’s plenty of space in the living room.”
“Sure.”
The two were still going over the outline of their presentation when they arrived at Zoe’s house twenty minutes later. Zoe unlocked the front door and the two stepped into the entry way. The front door opened to steps that led up to the living room. Zoe could see through the railing, her head level with the living room floor and her voice cut off mid-sentence with what she could see.
On the floor of the living room, they saw Sophie naked, lying flat on the floor. Leaning over her was Ken, equally naked and sliding his cock in and out of Sophie’s pussy. Zoe’s hand clenched Erik’s tighter as she took in the carnal scene in front of her. She could hear the sounds of moisture as Ken’s cock moved in Sophie’s pussy, the slapping sound of his balls against her ass, the gasps of breath Ken made with each stroke and the soft moans from Sophie as she received it.
Zoe’s mind froze in overload as the sights and sounds filled her senses. Although shocked at one level, a primal instinct in her wished that she was in Sophie’s position right now. That desire never bubbled up to her conscious thought, but made her hold possessively to Erik’s hand.
Erik also took in the sights and sounds and the erotic display in front of him made him as hard as a rock. He was disappointed that he couldn’t see more of what was going on, but this also made discovery unlikely. Erik felt Zoe’s hand clutch his tighter and tighter and realized that she was frozen into inaction. “Let’s go,” he whispered pulling Zoe out of the door.
The two walked down the street in silence towards Erik’s house. After the initial flush of lust passed from Erik’s mind, he grew concerned at Zoe’s silence. She was walking quickly and the grip on his hand remained as tight as ever. When they got to Erik’s house and went downstairs to the living room, Zoe started talking about the presentation again, but her words were tumbling over each other incoherently.
Erik interrupted her, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“What?”
“You were silent the whole way over here, and you’ve still got a death-grip on my hand.”
Zoe released his hand as if burned. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s okay. I’m just worried since you’re clearly bothered by it.”
Zoe didn’t know what she was feeling or how she was supposed to react. “It’s just…” she started. “You hear about it, but…”
“You don’t really think about it actually happening,” Erik continued. “Then you didn’t know?”
“I guess there were stories…” Zoe mumbled. “And the head cheerleader and the football QB – it’s so cliché. But… Seeing it…”
“It’s not like the stories you hear, right?”
Zoe nodded in agreement. “I mean girls talk about doing it. Guys too, I guess.” Erik nodded. “But it’s not what you picture… Oh, I’m not making any sense.”
Erik took her hand again. “It does. Maybe it would be less shocking if they had demonstrations like that in health class instead of those dry descriptions.”
“Remember Saturday…” Zoe trailed off.
“You think that’s what they were doing when we were at the movie?” Erik completed her thought.
“Yeah, but where would they go?”
“Maybe they drove some place quiet and did it in the back seat.”
“Right where we were sitting?” Zoe shuddered.
“I hope they at least wiped the seat off when they were done.”
Zoe giggled. “Here’s a scary thought. Imagine your parents doing that.”
“Ewwww,” Ken replied. “I suppose everyone has to do it, even you someday.”
Zoe’s eyes got a dreamy glaze on them for a moment as she imaged herself once again in Sophie’s place. “But I’d have to be all naked!”
“What’s wrong with that? You look terrific.”
“My breasts are too small – not like Sophie’s. And I’m too fat!” Zoe protested.
“Nonsense. Your breasts are just the right size. Bigger isn’t always better. And you’re not fat either. Fat means you can’t see your feet.”
“Really?”
“I’ll show you. If you’re fat, I couldn’t do this…” Erik said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her around the room. “See,” he said before plopping down into the couch with Zoe cradled in his arms.
Zoe smiled adoringly back at Erik and he responded by leaning in for a kiss. A few seconds later, Zoe broke off saying, “We’d better get to work on that presentation though.”
“But kissing you is more fun,” Erik said as he leaned back in.
More moments passed before Zoe regretfully separated again. “Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll be graded on our kissing.”
Erik sighed in agreement. “I suppose.”
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“I’m glad that’s over with,” Zoe said as they were walking home from school one week later. The two of them had just gotten their grade back for their project presentation yesterday – an ‘A’.
“No kidding. I hate giving presentations.” Erik agreed.
“You didn’t seem that nervous.”
“Maybe because we rehearsed it so many times at home.”
“Speaking of that: I saw that awesome video system in your living room every time we practiced. I’d love to try it out.”
“Too bad there isn’t a video store nearby, but there are plenty of older movies at home to watch.”
At Erik’s house, Zoe looked through the stack of movies in the cabinet. “I haven’t seen this one in quite a while,” she said, pulling out an older sci-fi title.
Erik got the movie started while Zoe spread out the blanket and got comfortable on the couch. She patted the couch next to her and cuddled up to Erik under the blanket. Erik put his arms around her as the movie started and the two sat very close.
They whispered silly observations about how unrealistic that scene was and how wrong that technology prediction was and giggled about how simpler things would be for the movie characters if they just did this instead.
Then it happened. Erik shifted position slightly to sit up a little straighter. At the same time, Zoe wiggled a little to find a more comfortable angle to lean against him. For a moment, Erik’s hand slid directly onto her breast for just a moment before he quickly moved it off.
Zoe definitely felt the contact. It was like a static shock – too brief to really provide any real sensation. She didn’t know if he had done it on purpose. Other than the surprise, it didn’t feel unpleasant. She had been used to warding off unwanted advances before, but this didn’t feel unwanted to her. She looked towards Erik and gave him a reassuring smile to indicate that everything was okay.
Erik moved his hand quickly as soon as he realized what had happened. The contact was too brief for him to really feel anything and he was worried that Zoe would freak out. He saw her give a quick smile and snuggle in closer. Erik didn’t know if that was a ‘I know it was an accident’ smile or ‘It’s okay for you to touch me’ smile.
After a few quite minutes, he hoped it was the latter. He slowly moved the hand that was around her waist upwards, watching for signs of disapproval. With no such disapproving signs, his hand moved to fully cup her breast. He could feel its soft pliancy, although the texture was hidden beneath the layers of clothing.
Zoe felt Erik’s hand move up her abdomen and a suspenseful excitement built in her. As his hand cupped her breast, it felt natural and right to her. She could feel the pressure of his hand gently squeeze her breast, but couldn’t feel the texture of his hands through her shirt and bra. She liked the sensation, but wanted more of it.
“Can I use your bathroom?” Zoe asked as she stood up.
“Um… sure. Up the stairs, second door on the right.” Erik was worried that her sudden departure was because he pushed things too far. He waited nervously on the couch, but when Zoe came back, she was all smiles. She pulled the blanket back, motioned for Erik to lie lengthwise down the couch and then sat between his legs, leaning fully against his chest.
Taking this as an obvious sign to continue, Erik’s hands encircled Zoe’s body again. When his hands closed over the swells of her breasts, he realized what her little trip to the bathroom had been about. The soft feeling of her breast was no longer hampered by her bra and the thin material of her shirt did little to interfere with the feelings. His fingers gently glided over the curves, feeling the soft, springy feel of her skin.
Zoe was glad when Erik took the hint and moved his hands back over her breasts. With her thick bra out of the way, she could feel the warmth of his hands as they cupped and tickled her breasts. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, savoring in the warm sensations flowing into her. She could feel her nipples grow harder – something not lost on Erik as his fingers quickly found them as they poked through her shirt.
Erik looked down at Zoe’s face and saw her leaned back in a pleasurable rapture. He bent down slightly and put his lips to hers and Zoe returned the kiss intensely. Erik wanted to feel more so he slid his hands down to the hem of her Zoe’s shirt, sliding it up, allowing his hands to touch her breasts directly.
Zoe was amazed at how much more intense the feeling were when Erik’s hands danced directly on her breasts. Each touch of his fingers was like a little firecracker burning into her skin. She responded with increase fervor in her kiss as she relished in the feelings of warmth that were spreading through her.
Erik tried to tug the blanket off them, so that he could see the tits he was feeling. Zoe held the blanket tighter, shaking her head ‘no’ but while continuing the kiss. He remembered her comment about being seen naked and tried to hide his disappointment.
Zoe was really squirming from Erik’s attention, especially when his fingers closed would strum over her now erect nipples. Erik’s cock was rock hard in his pants and he wondered if Zoe could feel it as she was sliding over it. As Zoe’s breathing grew more ragged in his mouth, Erik considered sliding a hand down towards her pussy. He was about to make a move when they heard the front door open.
Both of them reacted immediately to the sound. Erik quickly pulled down Zoe’s shirt while she sat up and moved to sit next to, instead of on top of, Erik.
They sat quietly on the couch, trying to look innocent and reorient themselves with where the forgotten movie had progressed to when they heard Ken’s voice from the entry way. “Now where were we?” he said.
They heard a kissing sound followed by a little giggling. Erik turned to Zoe and then turned up the volume on the TV much louder so the sound of the movie could be heard from the front. “Wait! Is someone else home?” They recognized Sophie’s voice ask the question from the hallway.
“Damn. I guess Erik’s already back,” Ken swore. Erik chuckled softly to himself.
“I guess you’ll have to wait,” Sophie replied. “See you at school tomorrow?” The front door opened and closed again, followed by a single set of heavy footsteps heading upstairs.
Erik and Zoe’s giggling boiled over into laughter. Even though their own little escapade has been interrupted, it gave them great pleasure in knowing that they disrupted their older siblings tryst as well.
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Almost two months had passed. Fall was turning into winter as Erik was waiting on the street corner this morning for Zoe. They had gotten used to walking to school together, but today Zoe was quite a bit later than usual. He was just about to head to school on his own when he heard footsteps pounding up the pavement. Zoe waved to him as she came around the corner.
She ran up to him and gave him a quick kiss. “Sorry I’m late,” she gasped between breaths. “Have you heard the big news?”
“News?” Erik asked. He couldn’t think of anything he heard since yesterday that was especially interesting. “Did the school burn down?”
“No, silly!” Zoe chuckled back. “This is way better.” She leaned close and whispered excitedly, “Sophie’s pregnant!”
“What?” Erik exclaimed. “How?”
“How do you think, dummy! Remember, we saw it happen.”
“Yes, I know how the birds and the bees work,” Erik replied jokingly. “But didn’t they know enough to use protection?”
Zoe chuckled, “My sister has never been one to think ahead much. Serves her right!”
“Yeah, and Ken’s never been much about thinking at all. Do your parents know?”
“Yep. They confronted her this morning. That’s what kept me. Mom said that she recognized her ‘pregnancy glow’ but I know that she found Sophie’s positive pregnancy tests in the trash.”
“I guess I’ll hear the other side of the story tonight when your parents tell mine.”
“I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that conversation.”
“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow,” Erik smiled at her. “I know you’re way too smart to make that kind of mistake.”
Zoe snuggled close to his side. “Plus, you’re good enough to not let it happen.”
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The next week was mostly being spent sequestered in the library studying for final exams. He was helping her decode algebraic expressions while she helped her keep comprehend literature written by authors long dead.
“Zoe,” Erik called to her after class one day. “No studying for today. We need a break.”
“What did you have in mind?” Zoe asked, grabbing her backpack from her locker.
“Let’s go for a relaxing walk,” he suggested. “Just out in the woods away from it all.”
“And no talking about classes, studying, or finals?” Zoe replied. “Sounds fantastic!”
The two departed out the back of the school, past the track, and down the path used by the cross-country team during track meets. They walked slowly, hand-in-hand, occasionally chatting about unimportant things, but mostly just taking in the quiet of the forest. Despite being December, the weather here in the south is still mild and pleasant.
“This way,” Erik said at one point, leading Zoe off the path through a thick area of brush. After pushing through a few leafless bushes, they emerged into a clearing – a wide path cut through the woods for power lines.
“Wow…” Zoe sighed as Erik took a blanket out of his backpack and spread it out. He motioned for her to sit with him. The two lay next to each other, looking up at the leafless trees standing tall and straight around them like toothpicks. From their angle, the power lines were nowhere to be seen and only the majestic views of nature filled their views.
“This is lovely,” Zoe said, turning towards Erik. “I bet this whole field fills up with wildflowers in the spring.”
“But you would still be the loveliest thing here,” Erik said sweetly.
Zoe cooed in delight as she leaned in for a kiss. The two pushed their bodies together as their tongues danced. Minutes passed as the two shared their closeness, cuddled together in coziness.
Erik broke the kiss and reached behind him for his backpack. “I’m got something for you,” he said, pulling a small, wrapped present out and handing it to Zoe.
“Ooh… what is it?” she said, prying the corners of the paper apart. As the paper fell away, Zoe’s mouth formed a surprised ‘o’ shape as she realized she was holding a box of condoms.
“You’re really special to me,” Erik explained, “and I don’t want what happened to your sister…” He trailed off as he realized Zoe was giggling softly – not the reaction he was expecting. He was hoping for happy acceptance; he was prepared for outrage or objection. Giggling he was unprepared for. Worried he asked, “What’s so funny?”
“Sorry,” Zoe said trying to stifle her giggles, but that just caused her to boil over into outright laughter. “It’s just… Well…” she tried to say between laughs. Still laughing, she turned over and rummaged through her backpack. “See…” she said, holding a slightly crumbled wrapped gift with Erik’s name on it.
Erik tore off the paper and found himself looking at a sheet that looked like a series of ruptured bubble-wrap. “What is it?” he asked.
“It’s a pack of birth control pills,” Zoe said, her giggles getting under control.
“But it’s empty,” Erik replied, although even as he said this, he realized what it meant.
“Because I’ve been using them,” Zoe said. “I’ve been so nervous and stressed about how to give it to you and how you’d react. Now you’ve lifted that burden.”
“So that means I don’t need the condoms after all?” Erik asked as Zoe shook her head in agreement. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to work up the courage to buy them in the drug store? To find a time when nobody was watching and wondering what the clerk would think when I checked out?”
This sent Zoe into another fit of laughter. “Well, you should have asked earlier then!”
“Well, I’m asking now,” Erik said.
“What? Here?” Zoe said, looking around the quiet forest. “Won’t we get cold?” Even though winters are mild in the south, the weather was a little brisk.
“I’ll keep you warm,” Erik said. “Plus, I’ve got another blanket in the backpack that we can cuddle under.”
“So you were planning on this working!” Zoe said with feigned outrage. “That calls for some punishment!” she declared lunging towards him, her fingers furiously tickling his belly.
Erik tried to squirm away while his hands found sensitive spots under her armpits. The two rolled around on the blanket, trying to twist away from the tickling while finding new spots to attack. A moment later, Erik wrapped his hands around her pulling her down on top of him and planted a kiss on her lips. The giggling was replaced with heavy breathing as the two exchanged a passionate kiss. His hands ran up and down her back while he felt her breasts push into his chest.
Zoe broke the kiss first. “You’d better get that blanket out now,” she told him.
Erik reached over his head, feeling around for the backpack. With his hands over his head, Zoe started working on the buttons of his shirt, pulling them open and running her hands over his chest. Erik’s hands found the blanket and furled it out, tossing it loosely over them. He grabbed the hem of Zoe’s shirt and lifted it over her head in a single motion. As Zoe pulled her head and arms out of the tangled shirt, Erik briefly saw her bra-clad chest before she grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it tightly around the pair. Even after all this time, Zoe was still reluctant to let him see her body.
As she leaned down for a kiss, Erik’s hands dove under the blanket and opened the clasp on her bra. The straps became slack and he pushed the material up and over her breasts, feeling them against his bare chest for the first time. Zoe wriggled her arms to extract the bra straps and tossed the unneeded garment aside.
As Erik’s hands explored the contours of her breasts, Zoe’s hands were busy feeling the hardness of his body. They moved lower, reaching the waist of his pants. She twisted her body slightly to allow her hands to unfasten the buckle. Erik felt this and with the fastener released, his hands lowered his pants over his hips and his legs helped kick them off.
Zoe settled back on top of Erik, pinning his cock between them. He could feel the rough material of her jeans scrape over his cock, but rather than causing pain, it only heightened the passion that was rising within him. His hands cupped her butt, pushing her down onto him. He slid his hands inside her jeans, cupping her bare buttocks directly.
Zoe could feel his cock pushing against her. Even through the jeans, it felt so hot, although she couldn’t work up the courage to feel it directly with her hand. Instead, she ran her hands up and down Erik’s body. When she felt his hands reach inside her jeans, a surge of pleasure flushed through her. Being squeezed between his hands and his cock made her ready.
Zoe lifted her body up slightly and unbuttoned her jeans. With a wiggle of her hips and a kick of her legs, she slid the jeans off her feet. Settling herself back on Erik’s body, she could feel the hardness of his cock directly against her belly. It felt so hot and hard and ready. She wanted it more than she wanted anything before.
“I’m ready,” she whispered. “Be gentle.”
His hands returned to her buttocks. The cool skin under his fingers was in stark contrast to the heat and dampness he could feel against his cock. His hands guided her body to slide her pussy over his cock, gently spreading her legs apart to reveal her opening. Looking into Zoe’s eyes, he reached a hand between them to guide his cock to her opening. She sighed as the top of his cock brushed against her before being nestled at the entrance to her vagina.
Zoe’s hands grabbed onto Erik’s shoulders and his hands returned to her rear. They stared into each other’s eyes as he pushed her down with his hands and flexed up with his body. With a slow rhythm, Erik would relax and pull back slightly, before resuming his inward push. He could feel himself sliding deeper and more easily with each push. The pressure and heat around his cock felt amazing as it slid deeper into Zoe.
Zoe could feel her insides slowly part as his cock inched its way deeper inside her. She felt herself opening wider and wider with each gentle push as he penetrated deeper and deeper. His cock made her feel so full, filling a void inside her that she didn’t know she had. The feelings flowing over her caused her to relax until suddenly she felt him slide all of the way inside. Her belly was pressed up against his.
Implanted all of the way inside Zoe, Erik lifted her head up to give her lips a kiss. His hands moved to her hips to lift her up slightly to slide slowly back out of her. As his cock glided out, he could feel a gripping sensation, as if Zoe’s pussy did not want to let go. When his cock reached the opening, he allowed it to slide smoothly back in, burying it deep into her depths.
With every outward stroke, Zoe felt a pang of loss, but with every inward stroke that loss was washed away with a feeling of desire and fullness. Her body was moving on its own rhythm, sliding up and down on Erik’s cock, trying to force him deeper and deeper inside. Each stroke was like pumping a balloon inside her tighter and tighter. She could feel the tension building in her.
Erik could also feel the pressure building inside him. Each slippery stroke of his cock tingled with sensation. With Zoe supporting her body on her hands to better move onto his cock, the blanket had come loose and he could catch brief glances of her breasts swaying in the shadows beneath her. With Zoe being so secretive about her body, it was this forbidden sight was the trigger of his eruption.
Zoe felt Erik squeeze her tightly to him, forcing his cock in as deep as it could possibly go. Fully impaled, she felt his cock twitch as it burst forth his potent seed deep into her pussy. She squirmed in pleasure, grinding her pussy against him, encouraging his cock to pump forth burst after glorious burst into her. The feeling of fullness, combined with grinding her clit against his pelvis burst the balloon which had been building inside her, spreading rapturous pleasure all through her body. Her mouth could not contain it as she let out a loud moan of satisfaction before collapsing onto his body.
The two lovers just lay in each other’s arms. Erik’s cock was still inside her, slowly oozing the last remnants of his discharge. Both of them were panting with exhaustion. They once again looked into each other’s eyes and exchanged a simple kiss.
Zoe was the first to break the silence. “That felt amazing. It was like being one with you.”
“I’m so glad. It was better than I had imagined it to be.”
“You’d been imagining it?” Zoe asked.
“Every night,” Erik smiled. “But it was definitely worth the wait.”
Zoe noticed that the blanket covering them was slightly askew and tried to fix it. Erik stopped her, “Don’t.”
“But…” she started to protest.
“Do you want to know what put me over the edge?” Erik asked. “When you were moving on top of me, I could see your breasts bouncing beneath you. That sight was just as erotic as feeling your pussy on my cock.”
“Really?” Zoe asked as she flushed in embarrassment. “You could see…” Zoe clutched the blanket close again.
“I’ll probably see again when you get up,” Erik said.
“No!” Zoe squealed.
“What’s to keep me from just tickling you until you roll out from under the blanket?”
“If you do I’ll hate you forever.” The two stared at each other for a moment then started giggling. Both of them knew that their statements were idle threats.
“Still, it is…” Erik was about to say ‘weird’ before he caught himself. “…unusual that I’ve had sex with you but haven’t seen you naked.”
Zoe thought it over for a minute. “I’ll make you a deal. You ace that literature exam next week and then I’ll let you look.”
“I have to wait that long?”
“It’ll give you something else to study for,” Zoe concluded. “And now, you’re going to cover your eyes while I get dressed again.”
Erik closed his eyes. He felt something, probably his jeans, dumped over his face. “No peeking!” Zoe said teasingly.
“Okay! Okay!” responded Erik. “But when I come back with that grade, you’d better be ready.”
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Erik was grinning inside next week as the two walked home from school. He was trying not to look too eager or gloating when he showed his English exam with the ‘94’ grade emblazoned on the front.
Zoe gave him a, “I knew you could do it” reassurance before disappearing claiming that she had a few things to pick up.
Now, she was very quiet on the walk home. Instead of her normally cheerful self, she was walking home, bundled tightly in her long jacket.
Erik tried to distract her with various random bits of conversation on the way home, but all too quickly, the conversation would die back down into silence.
When they got to Zoe’s house, they kicked off their shoes and went upstairs. Zoe led the way to her room, still wearing her winter jacket. They got inside and she closed the door as Erik sat down on the bed.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked seriously. “You’ve been looking so bothered.”
“No,” Zoe disagreed. “I’m just so anxious.”
“Don’t be,” Erik reassured her. “Besides, you’ll get to see just as much of me as I will of you.”
“It’s just that…” Zoe paused, clutching her jacket even tighter. “Well, it’s so embarrassing.” Before Erik could respond, she continued, “Here goes,” as she opened her jacket and let it fall to the ground.
Zoe was wearing a bikini made of cloth squares, decorated as if wrapping paper tied together with ribbons which wound all around her as if wrapping her up like a present. These ribbons culminated in four large bows – one behind her neck, one between her breasts, and one on each hip – that looked ready to be opened.
Some outfits reveal as they conceal. What Zoe was wearing under her jacket seemed designed to do the opposite. Even though the outfit showed quite a bit of skin, it still seemed quite concealing, while at the same time exuding an invitation to be unwrapped.
As Erik stood in stunned silence, Zoe’s cheeks grew red and she fidgeted nervously on her feet. “Wow, you look fantastic,” Erik finally said.
“Thanks,” Zoe said quietly.
“You couldn’t have been wearing that all day at school.”
“No,” Zoe said. “I changed in the bathroom just before we walked home.”
“So that was your errand? I love it. You’re like a present to me.”
Zoe smiled at this praise. “You first,” Zoe said.
“Should I undress or did you want to do the unwrapping?”
Zoe started to reach out towards Erik before changing her mind. “You can do it,” she said softly.
Erik smiled back as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Standing up, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. His cock was already hard in anticipation and Zoe gasped as he stood back up.
“It’s so big!” Zoe gasped. “Did that really fit inside me?”
“It fit quite nicely, as I recall,” Erik said.
“If I knew it was that big, I don’t know if I would have let you.” Zoe started to reach out towards Erik, before hesitating.
“It’s okay,” Erik said, closing the distance between them. “I won’t bite.” Erik put his hands around her, pushing her towards his bare body. Her hand, already partially outstretched, grazed across his cock. Almost instinctively, she wrapped her hand around it, holding it firmly, as the rest of her body is pushed against his.
Erik leaned down to kiss Zoe, while he moved his hips slightly to slide his cock in her hand. Returning the kiss, Zoe’s hand unconsciously took up the rhythm and was very gently stroking his cock.
Stepping back, Erik asked, “Is it my turn to unwrap the presents?”
Zoe blushed again before nodding. Erik led her to the edge of the bed where she sat down. Erik knelt in front of her and put his hands around her neck. While his lips found hers, his hands untied the bow behind her neck and let the released ribbons cascade down her back.
Breaking the kiss, Erik gaze followed his hands as they trailed down her shoulders towards the bow between her breasts. As his hands pulled the bow apart the material fell away to reveal her round perfection. Crowning each soft breast was a large, light brown areola surrounding a wide nipple.
Zoe’s hands moved to cover her breasts, but Erik gently held them down at her side. “They look perfect,” he said, his hands moving to cup each one gently in his palm.
“Really?” Zoe asked with still a trace of uncertainty in her voice.
Erik swirled his thumb over the surface, flicking across the nipple, while the rest of his hand applied gentle massaging pressure to the bottom of the swells. “Absolutely. Besides, if you didn’t let me see them, I couldn’t do this.” He bent his head down to close his lips over her right nipple.
Zoe gave a sharp intake of breath as the intense feeling shot through her. Her hands moved to his head, running through his hair and trying to pull him closer. Each lick of his tongue shot a spark of pleasure through her body. By the time Erik has moved to her second breast, her eyes were closed as she focused on the feelings being generated.
Erik’s hands moved down her torso to the bow ties on the sides of her hips. With both bows untied, he was able to peel the fabric open, revealing a mat of fine brown hair around her already slick pussy.
Zoe felt her pussy being exposed and opened her eyes. Again, her hands moved to try and cover herself, but Erik gently moved them away. She felt herself being laid back on the bed as Erik spread her legs further apart. “What are you do…” she started to ask before howling in pleasure when Erik’s tongue made contact with her pussy lips.
Zoe collapsed back on the bed as Erik spread her legs wider in order to stroke his tongue further and deeper through her pussy lips. He alternated between long, slow strokes, and quick licks; circling around her opening and diving right in. Zoe never thought anything could feel so good. Her hands were clutching the bed sheets as she bucked her hips up, trying to force Erik’s face deeper. She could feel her insides boiling as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her. When Erik’s lips closed over her clit, she could feel the explosion of her orgasm crash through her.
Erik felt Zoe tremble under her with the release of her orgasm. Zoe’s excitement was infectious and Erik’s cock has been oozing lubrication for quite some time. Seeing Zoe laid out in orgasmic bliss fueled his desire. He stood up and positioned himself over her prone body. His oozing cock easily slid into Zoe’s wet pussy as the two joined into one. In his excited state, he knew he wouldn’t last long and was pumping into her pussy with reckless abandon.
Zoe felt Erik move up and penetrate into him. Even though she was coming down from the high of the best orgasm of her life his hard presence inside her brought her new energy. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Erik as he drove fast and hard into her. She could feel herself slide slightly on the bed with each strong stroke as Erik drove himself to his own release.
Unable to prolong the excitement any longer, Erik pushed deeply into Zoe’s pussy and held himself there as burst after burst of his sperm jetted deep into her pussy. Zoe’s hands held him tight, holding him deep inside to ensure that none of his essence escaped.
In some ways, Zoe felt that the sex was almost a disappointment after the orgasm she got from being licked. However, holding Erik close in her arms and in her pussy brought a sense of closeness that couldn’t be replaced. The two held each other close, side-by-side, as they each recovered from their highs.
“Don’t you wish you’d let me look earlier?” Erik said as they lay beside each other.
Her strong instincts not completely suppressed, Zoe’s hands moved to cover herself in response to his statement. Then she caught herself and giggled, “It wasn’t so bad, I guess. Unwrapping gifts is fun.”
“But it’s the present inside that matters most,” he concluded.

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Atheism v Religion… My omegle conversation.

Hello, I recently had a long discussion on Omegle. I am the atheist and i just wanted to share this with you all…
Hope you enjoy the read…
Did you know that Jesus died for you?
You: no
You: god doesnt exist
Stranger: :O
You: im an atheist
Stranger: :O
You: i hate religion
Stranger: :O
Stranger: why?
You: are you religious then?
You: its bullshit
You: it has taught us nothing
You: it is made up
Stranger: ok, let me ask you this, if you find a watch in the street, would you assume it has been there forever or someone made it?
You: well depends on how you look at it. technically is has existed forever as in elemental particles. but no, someone made it
Stranger: you can not see a watch maker around, but you can be sure there was a watch maker
You: all of stuff that already exists
You: that is a ridiculous arguement
Stranger: ok
Stranger: someone made it
You: that proves god made the universe?
Stranger: it doesn’t matter out of what
You: of course it does
You: you cannot create energy…
Stranger: my point is those stuff can not make a watch without a watch maker
You: you cannot create elements out of nothing
Stranger: answer my question
You: your metaphor proves that a watchmaker made a watch
Stranger: i’m not talking about energy or creating stuff
Stranger: exactly
You: exactly my point
You: you just deny science
You: what is the watch made out of?
Stranger: you see a watch you know there was a watch maker
You: and deny any other factors?
Stranger: without even seeing him
You: you are sticking to your guns….
You: does that prove god created the universe? or is this the limit of your understanding
Stranger: instead of going from branch to branch just answer my simple question
You: what is your question?
You: ask me again pleasse
Stranger: you see a watch, you know there was a watch maker. is that right?
You: yes
You: of course there is a watch maker
Stranger: ok
Stranger: now
Stranger: how can you see a human body and don’t know that there was a human maker (the body is much more complicated than a watch )
You: right, im going to say this one word which all athiests use, and all religious peolple hate and deny….. ready?….
You: evolution
You: from your argument, god created people right? who created god?
Stranger: why your precious evolution can’t make a watch????
You: well evolution did make the watch didnt it…. people evolved to the point where man can make a watch….
Stranger: your answer is really funny
You: why?
Stranger: so next time you find a watch just say it evolved to a watch and there is no watch maker
You: of course evolution didnt directly make a watch…. i didnt claim that. i said people evolved over millions of years. evolved to the point where it is possible to make a watch
You: i never said there wasnt a watch maker
You: i said there is a watchmaker
Stranger: ok
Stranger: another question
You: ok
Stranger: accepting your evolution
Stranger: where did life come from in the first place?
You: no one knows…. that is why millions of scientists for many many years work towards finding out. Science has taught the earth more in 100 years than religion has in 5000 years. religious people claim a god, with absolutely no proof whatsoever
You: it is the same argument…. where did god come from in the first place?
Stranger: first of all there are proofs, you’re just not listening
You: does religion try to answer that?
You: ok. im listening
Stranger: secondly can you really believe that with al the science and technology advances they don’t know where did life come from????
Stranger: or simply they have no answer because they don’t want to accept god?
You: yes, i do believe that. They are trying to find an answer because they know god doesnt exist. if i ask you a question like 5637×5836….. you dont know what the answer is unless you find out. calculate it. people are trying to find out ‘the big bang’ etc. people who are religious just accept god without question. without proof. has the church ever tried to prove god in any way shape of form?
Stranger: they ar etrying for so many years. the reason they haven’t found the “answer” is because the answer is god and they don’t want to accept it
You: wow
You: is it possible that you dont want to accept that there is no god?
Stranger: why?
Stranger: how do you know that?
You: not every question that has ever been asked can be answer right away. i truly believe that other forms of life will be found in the universe someday. maybe in a thousand years. i also believe that the answer to how the universe will be answered one day by science.
Stranger: that doesn’t quite answer my question: how do you know there is no god?
You: because everything that has ever been claimed by the bible has been disproved by science. just purely by logic and being educated.
You: ok
Stranger: who talked about the bible.
Stranger: i talked about god.
Stranger: you said there is no god.
Stranger: i asked how do you know that.
You: there isnt
Stranger: and you don’t have an answer to that
You: how do you know there is
You: you dont have an answer to say there is
You: it doesnt prove there is a god
Stranger: actually i do
You: do not mention your watch again
You: please… tell me how you know god exists
Stranger: because the universe exists and it has a beginning (big bang)
Stranger: it means it started to exist at some point
Stranger: right?
You: yes
Stranger: so it wasn’t there then it was there
Stranger: it means at some point it was created
You: well, this is the most popular theory to how this happened. science is trying to find the answer to this question
Stranger: lol
Stranger: i said you are not listening
You: how?
Stranger: i just gave you the answer why this universe was created
Stranger: it can not create itself
You: so it was created by god?
Stranger: give me another explanation.
You: who created god?
You: where did god come from? he cannot create himself
Stranger: good question
Stranger: we know that the universe had a beginning
Stranger: so it must have been created
Stranger: but god does not have a beginning, he was always there
Stranger: outside the time domain
You: who told you this?
Stranger: the universe is inside the time domain
You: how do you know that?
Stranger: it is the only possible explanation
Stranger: by logoc
Stranger: logic
You: you know what, my level of understanding cannot comprehend how uneducated and blinded by religion you are. This is ironic because your level of understanding cannot comprehend how anything other than god created the universe. It is quite funny really
Stranger: good argument lol
Stranger: so you don’t have an answer to that
Stranger: nice
You: it was a statement, not a question
Stranger: so you don’t have an alternative to what i told you
Stranger: because it is the only explanation
You: i am sorry stranger, you are wrong.
Stranger: and why is that?
Stranger: enlighten me
You: the universe was created by a pink dog who smokes a pipe and wears a top hat…. there is an alternative. i just made him up. he must have created the universe
Stranger: ok
Stranger: was he always there or was created himself?
Stranger: if he was created himself then we have to find his creator who have always been there (god)
Stranger: if he was always there then he is the god
Stranger: i was talking about the concept of god not his characteristics
Stranger: maybe he is pink maybe not
Stranger: but he is there
Stranger: so it is not an alternative it is just what i said
You: this conversation is ridiculous
You: can i change it slightly… keeping with religion
You: what about other religions? what about religions who believe there are many gods?
You: surely there is only one creator, which you have claimed. why would he create other gods?
Stranger: they are obviously wrong
You: obviously… how?
Stranger: there is only one creator
You: you dont know that. you have been told that by your parents and your church and refuse to accept any other posibility
Stranger: maybe there are other gods but the creator of our universe is one
You: are you still there? it says ‘stranger is typing…’ has been like that for a long time
Stranger: i am not typing
You: oh
You: ok
You: neither of us will convince one another of their arguments
You: can we just talk
You: id like to know more about you
You: how old are you?
Stranger: just answer me this
You: ok
Stranger: with all that i’ve said
Stranger: do you still think there is NOT absolutely a slight chance that a god exists and created the universe?>
You: no, sorry. i don’t. same question back to you….. do you still think there is NOT absolutely a slight chance that god doesnt exist and didnt create the universe?
Stranger: yes there is a slight chance.
Stranger: so what?
You: you asked me, so i asked you back. thats all
You: anyway…. how old are you? i am 24
This was when the stranger left the conversation….

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My Best Friend’s Mother

MY BEST FRIEND’S MOTHER
By rutger5 (An original story 2011)
I had been friends with Peter Verhooven since grade school. We had played little league as well as getting in a lot of trouble together but of a more innocent variety, unlike many of the kids of today. As we had gotten older and reached our teens we stayed friends even though we now had as many differences as we did similarities. In spite of that we were as close as ever with the fact that we lived within a ten minute walk of each other certainly being a contributing factor.
Our friendship in fact directly led to me losing my virginity during the summer when I was sixteen years old, not that I could ever have told him that or shared the story. Peter was the baby of his family with a sister who was three years older than he was and a brother even older than that who had moved out on his own. His father was of German/Dutch ancestry and his mother’s side was Italian. His sister Linda was a good looking girl with dirty blond hair and buttery skin who had inspired many fantasies in my short life.
On more than one occasion she had given me fodder for my masturbatory activity. Like this one time she had been wearing a hoodie with the zipper down and no shirt or bra underneath it and depending on the angle I was looking at her from I caught many glimpses of her soft breast and pink nipple. Once I even made out with her after she had recently broken up with a boyfriend. Both Linda, my friend Peter and I had smoked some hash and afterwards she had met me in the driveway and beckoned me to join her in her garage. She asked if I wanted to kiss her and I eagerly assented. Linda told me to keep my hands to myself and just follow her lead. I’ll never forget how soft her lips were or how she smelled great.
We only kissed for a couple of minutes when she was spooked by the next door neighbor coming home. I never got another chance to repeat this and I was so hard the whole time we kissed but the worst part was I never could say anything as it would have gotten back to Peter. When we were fifteen his parents had divorced but I think they had been having problems for a while before that because I remembered times where I was over their house and you could cut the tension with a knife.
So Peter’s father had moved out of the house and his mother had resumed working due to the situation but otherwise things seemed to remain the same. They were hardly the only family to go through divorce at that time as the sixties had let the genie out of the bottle in regards to the stability of family life in America and as the seventies passed and the eighties approached I doubt there was a corner of America that escaped the upheaval.
Be that as it may it wasn’t like I sat around worried about the disintegration of the American family. I was a teenager having fun as I listened to music, hung out with my friends, worked out, got drunk or high, worked part time jobs and ineptly chased girls. Part of my difficulty with girls was that I was somewhat shy by nature and I had the tendency of being tongue tied around members of the fairer sex. Being drunk or high somewhat mitigated that but it had the negative effect of scaring away girls who weren’t partiers or didn’t wish to go out with guys who were.
Plus when under the influence I might well have the gift of gab but often what I said was nonsense or certainly nothing that would endear me to a young lady. The only girl I actually cared about as a person had broken my heart when I caught her drunkenly making out with a bitter rival of mine which definitely didn’t help my troubles. So there I was, sixteen with no girlfriend while guys not as good looking as me managed to score with girls due to a glib tongue.
This particular summer afternoon I had worked my part time job a few hours and after getting off I was looking for something to do. On my way home I had smoked some primo Thai weed as I cut through the park and feeling mellow I decided to stop by my friend Peter’s house to see if he wanted to hang. It was one of those sweltering summer days that in retrospect seem more enjoyable but at the moment when the sweat is dripping down your body you long for the cooler temperatures to come.
His house was green and believe it or not there was a white picket fence in the front. I headed up the driveway and went to the back door that led to the kitchen as that was the entrance I always used. After climbing the steps I rapped lightly on the glass section of the door. If no one answered I would usually throw pebbles at his bedroom window which was by the back of the house. The sound of a radio playing was clearly coming from the nearby open kitchen window so I knocked louder this time.
Following that I heard the sound of a chair scraping along the floor followed by footsteps after which the back door opened. Surprisingly it wasn’t Peter or his sister who answered the door but his mother. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet as she stood in the doorway and her eyes were red as if she’d been crying.
“Oh hello Thomas” she said as she always referred to me by my full Christian name instead of Tom or Tommy like most people called me.
“Hi Mrs. Verhooven, is Peter here?” I asked but before she had a chance to answer there was the sound of glass breaking from inside the kitchen.
“What’s that?” she said turning toward the sound of the noise. “Buttercup no, get away from there” she said as she moved away from me.
Buttercup was their family cat and as I stepped inside pulling the door behind me I saw the feline leap from the kitchen table and scurry off in the opposite direction. An open bottle of red wine sat alone on the table and there was a broken wine glass as well as the wine that had been in it in a pool on the kitchen floor.
“Stupid cat” she said to no one in particular as she grabbed a towel from by the sink and bent over to wipe up the mess.
To be honest maybe I should have been polite and asked her if she wanted any help but I was entranced as I watched her. Mrs. Verhooven had always been an attractive woman but there was something about the way she looked that day that had me mesmerized. She was wearing a gauzy floral print dress which seemed to shimmer as she moved and usually her black hair was up in some kind of bun-like hairstyle but that afternoon it was hanging free with long strands of it sticking to her neck due to the humidity.
As she wiped up the dark red fluid I couldn’t help but notice her big round ass and ample hips sway back and forth as she moved. Maybe it was due to the sweltering heat or the fact that I was high or just that I was a horny teenager but without realizing it my hand crept to my crotch and fondled my growing erection. Suddenly my brain came to life but before I could move my hand Mrs. Verhooven turned my way. I’m not sure which of us was more surprised – me for being caught playing with myself as I ogled her or Mrs. Verhooven at discovering her son’s best friend was rubbing himself while he stared at her big Italian ass.
Her mouth opened wide from the shock and the next thing I knew she cried out in pain and dropped the towel before lifting her hand. There was now blood seeping from a cut in her hand as she winced from the wound. That cleared my head somewhat and I sprang into action, first helping her to her feet and guiding her to the sink. My eyes examined her cut and it didn’t look too bad, certainly not deep but there appeared to be a sliver of glass imbedded in her flesh. Turning on the cold water I held her hand under the flow and with some satisfaction I watched the glass pushed from the cut and into the sink.
“Keep it under the water until the bleeding stops” I told her before asking “Where do you keep the first aid supplies Mrs. Verhooven?”
It took her a moment to answer as she appeared somewhat confused by the turn of events but she then told me upstairs in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Before heading up there I took a wad of paper towel and covered the mess on the floor with the hope if the cat reappeared it would keep it away from the shattered glass. I bounded up the stairs two at a time and removed peroxide and band aids from the cabinet before returning to the kitchen.
Mrs. Verhooven still had her hand under the stream of water but the blood had slowed to less than a trickle. Quickly I wiped her hand dry then I poured some peroxide over the cut. She made a face but didn’t say anything. Next I applied a band aid tightly and inspected my handiwork.
“Well Thomas, will I live do you think?” she asked with a smile.
“I believe the prognosis is excellent that you will Mrs. Verhooven but I’m not a doctor. Now sit down and I’ll clean this mess” I told her.
Putting my words to action I proceeded to blot up the sticky liquid along with the shards of glass. Knowing from past visits where the broom was kept I retrieved it and made sure I hadn’t missed any fragments before finally wiping down the floor one more time with a wet towel. Finally finished I discarded the towel and turned to Mrs. Verhooven who was watching me with a bemused smile on her pretty face. I noticed there now were two wine glasses on the table filled with wine.
“Very impressive job Thomas, there is no way Peter would be so efficient. Now come sit here so I can thank you for your gallant service” she said patting the chair next to her.
Somewhat apprehensively I approached her and sat down, remembering what at the least was one of the reasons she had cut her hand. The fact that she was startled at seeing me touching myself probably caused her injury and I was fearful of what she now was going to say. She looked into my eyes and I found myself out of my league and felt like I could drown in their brown depths.
“Thomas first let me thank you for your timely first aid, you didn’t panic and you did a wonderful job” she began to which I mumbled a thank you.
“Now have a sip of wine” she said pushing a glass towards me.
“Umm I don’t know Mrs. Verhooven if I should drink wine” I answered her to which she laughed in reply.
“Oh please Thomas, I know for a fact that both you and my son drink whenever you can get away with it and by the way I never had answered your original question due to circumstances but Peter is spending this afternoon and night with his father. Also unless my nose isn’t working right you’ve been smoking one of those funny little cigarettes so some nice vino from Italia shouldn’t be a problem. Besides with what I’m about to say I think you may need it.”
On hearing that I felt my mouth dry up and my stomach got a sinking feeling so I picked up the glass and swallowed it down in one gulp before placing it back on the table. What kind of trouble would I be in now I wondered to myself as I felt the wine slide down my throat. If she told my family, or even worse Peter, that I was touching myself while I watched her I didn’t know what would happen when her voice brought me back to reality.
“The wine is good, right?” she said but she didn’t seem to really want an answer.
“Thomas do you think I’m attractive, is that why you were playing with your cock?” she suddenly asked, shocking me as much by using the word cock as with the question in general. I hemmed and hawed not knowing what to say to her.
“It is a simple question Thomas and I think I deserve an answer when a young man who has been welcome in my house for ten years suddenly starts rubbing his private parts as he watches me. So am I attractive?”
At this point with what had happened I decided that I should tell her the truth before throwing myself on her mercy. That was the only chance I had to make things right.
“Mrs. Verhooven” I began “first let me apologize for what I did especially as it led to you being hurt. As far as your question the answer is yes, you are attractive, in fact I think that you’re beautiful. That in no way is an excuse for my behavior and I don’t know how I can make up for it.”
Mrs. Verhooven now stood and she seemed to tower over me as she drained the last bit of wine from her glass before refilling them both.
“Not only am I attractive but beautiful as well. I like that. Well tell me this Thomas, do you also think I’m sexy and have you ever fantasized about me, in a sexual way?”
Part of me wanted to get up and flee as it seemed I was in an alternate universe suddenly but most of me wanted to stay where I was. Even so I was unable to meet her gaze as I answered.
“I think Mrs. Verhooven that you want me to be honest with you so the answer is yes to all questions. You are definitely sexy and I have to admit that I have thought of doing things, sexual thing with you.”
After saying that I glanced up at her and she had a pleased expression on her face like the cat that ate the canary. What she did next shocked me as she leaned down and kissed me. When our lips met it was like the greatest feeling I had felt in my short life. They were warm and full and they tasted like wine and the next thing I knew she had straddled me and sat on my lap. My cock sprang to life as it seemed like half my blood supply flowed rapidly to my member.
My hand went around her waist as I pulled her closer while her tongue worked between my lips and began to explore my eager mouth. Her large, soft breasts pushed against my chest as we kissed and I felt her fingers running through my hair. The longer we kissed the more frenzied she became and when she felt my hard on pressing into her she began to grind her pelvis into it.
A moan escaped my mouth as she stimulated me like that and for a moment I was afraid I would cum in my jeans. Here I was a sixteen year old virgin and my friend’s mother, a beautiful, voluptuous woman was kissing me as she sat on my lap and rubbed her body against my cock. When she broke the kiss to catch her breath my mouth found the olive skin of her neck and began to kiss and suck it. Without conscious thought my hand traced its way up her body until it reached the side of her breast.
Now it was Mrs. Verhooven who squirmed and moaned as I returned the favor by driving her crazy with desire. Suddenly her hand pulled my head back by my hair and she stared intently into my eyes.
“Thomas I know it isn’t the right thing to do but right now I don’t care about that. Today I need to be desired and treated like a woman, a sexual woman. I want you and I can feel that you want me too.”
When she said the word feel she really rubbed against my erection driving me close to the brink of orgasm.
“Do you want to come upstairs with me now?” she asked simply.
“Yes Mrs. Verhooven more than anything in the world” I told her.
Smiling she stood and took me by the hand at which point I stood and let her lead me toward the staircase.
“And by the way Thomas at least for today maybe you should call me Maria.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, Maria” I said with a smile directed to her.
“You are quite the charmer young man and with your looks I don’t understand why you’re not having to fight the girls off but that leaves you for me.”
Of course it was the weed and wine that allowed me to speak so with her as if I’d been sober I probably would be tongue tied or stuttering by now. We climbed the stairs, with her before me which allowed me to watch her ass sway as she preceded me. Once we reached the second floor she turned and embraced me. Again we kissed but this time it was my tongue that worked into her mouth where she eagerly sucked on it.
When we broke the kiss she again led me forward where we passed the doors to both Peter’s and Linda’s rooms and into her own bedroom. In all the years I’d visited the house I had never seen into this room before. It was painted blue with thick, white drapes covering the windows and beige carpeting on the floor. There was a solid four post bed as well as a dresser, night table and vanity all appearing to be made of walnut plus a heavy mahogany chest which rested at the foot of the bed.
I observed all this while she pulled me into the room and brought me to the side of the bed. She pulled the bedspread off and dropped it onto the chest before sitting on the edge of the mattress and looking up at me with a lustful expression on her attractive face.
“Why don’t you undress for me Thomas” she said while licking her full red lips.
I yanked my shirt over my head revealing my hairless chest and six pack abs. My hands fumbled as I undid my pants and then pushed them and my underwear down past my knees freeing my stiff cock. It swayed slightly as I moved, bobbing about in anticipation of what was to come. Kicking off my sneakers I then stepped out of my pants leaving them pooled on the floor.
Her hand reached out and she grasped me, her long fingers wrapped around my thickness. Slowly she ran her hand up and down the length of my erection. She tightened her grip right below my swollen head making me moan with pleasure. She leaned forward and bestowed a kiss on my head then released me and stood up and faced away from me.
“Would you mind unzipping me?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice I can tell you that. My thumb and finger seized the tiny zipper and pulled it down exposing the smooth skin of her back as well as the back of her brassiere. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it cascade down to the floor.
“Perhaps you could unhook me as well?” Maria said.
Eagerly I complied with her request freeing her large magnificent bosom though at first I only caught a side glimpse of them. But when she turned back to me I was breathless at the sight of them. They hung low from their weight and were full with large nipples and areolas. To say they were more than a handful was an understatement. Maria was a voluptuous woman with ample curves and that was very evident on beholding her chest.
Again she sat in front of me and took my erection in her hand. Up and down her hand slid across my flesh sending my senses reeling from her attention. Suddenly Maria leaned forward and took me into her willing mouth, her wet lips closing on my shaft right below my sensitive head. I thought I would faint from the feeling it gave me and then she started bobbing her head up and down while at the same time her tongue ran along the underside of my head.
Maria didn’t do it long and if she had I would have exploded in her mouth in less than a minute I believe. Instead she pulled her mouth from me and after a final flick of her tongue on my head she resumed stroking me. Her saliva made my skin slick making it easier as she rapidly pumped my shaft when her other hand gently cradled my full balls. That was too much to bear for my sensitive equipment and with a loud groan I felt my cum speeding its way up the shaft.
There was no chance to warn Maria but since she had me by the balls she should have felt them convulsing as they emptied. The first shot flew out and hit her neck with a soft splat before she aimed my cock lower as her hand continued to stroke me. Shot after shot of my thick, white cum landed on her full breasts as I grabbed her by the shoulders to help me remain standing as I felt weak in the knees. When I looked down I saw Maria staring intently at my cock as it fired my seed with a look of wonder on her face. Maria realized I was watching her and smiled at me.
“Sorry but I never saw one cumming from so close before” she said apologetically.
“That’s okay, are you enjoying the view?” I answered.
“Very much” she told me as her hand squeezed one last drop from my now extra sensitive cock which hung for an instant before landing on her full breast. She leaned in and kissed the tip before laughing musically. Maria reached to her night table and pulled some tissues from a box and daubed at her sperm coated bosom.
“You made a big mess on me Thomas.”
“I’m sorry about that Mrs., uh I mean Maria.”
“That’s okay as I know a way you can make it up to me Thomas.”
After saying that Maria stood and rearranged some of the pillows on the bed and then directed me to lie on my back diagonally on the mattress. As soon as I was comfortable she climbed on the bed next to me and had me put my hands under my head. Once they were there she straddled my face with a gorgeous leg on each side of my face and her panty covered mound above me.
She lowered herself onto my face and reached out and placed her hands on my forearms before starting to undulate her hips in a circular motion. There was already a wet spot in the gusset that no doubt grew as her gyrations increased. One of her hands now grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up as hard as she could pressing me even more against her. For the first time in my life I experienced the delightful aroma of an aroused female and I loved it. My lips started making kissing movements against her when Maria’s thighs began trembling. She emitted a series of gasps and cries at the same time as she came.
While this happened my cock had grown even harder then before it came and I could feel pre-cum seeping from it. However as horny as I was what I wanted was to actually see and taste Maria’s pussy. When she recovered sufficiently to where her hand let go of my hair I decided to broach the subject.
“Maria I hoped you liked that but I was wondering if I could kiss you there without your panties between us?”
“Thomas you silly boy of course you can” she said as she rolled off me.
Her hands slipped under the waistband and in seconds her panties were removed leaving her gloriously nude. Maria had a thick nest of curly, black pubic hair surrounding her wet pussy. This was the first time I’d been so close to a woman’s pussy and I was enchanted by it.
Maria’s lips were wet and swollen and protruded defiantly from the surrounding hair growth and had a reddish hue. Perched on top of them was a round, hard nub that I knew to be her clitoris. I received a much closer look when Maria moved forward and literally sat her big round ass on my chest and spread her legs to either side of my head.
My arms wrapped her around her meaty thighs as I placed my hands on her hips. She reached down and guided be by my hair to her sticky, dripping honey pot while her other hand rested on the bed to stabilize and support her.
“Thomas you wanted to kiss me down there, well now it’s your opportunity so get started.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice as I eagerly pushed my tongue out and tasted pussy for the first time. It worked from the bottom up until the tip brushed her clit lightly. Maria tasted so sweet to me that I started lapping away like a cat with a bowl of milk. My tongue ran between her lips to her juicy insides and back out to catch her clit. Maria pushed into me so that my tongue could reach deeper inside her, massaging the inner walls of her pinkness.
Her juices were freely flowing and my cheeks and chin were soon bathed in them as I continued to move my tongue rapidly up and down making sure to not neglect any part of her most intimate area. Maria was starting to moan as my mouth brought her pleasure and was now rocking her pelvis slightly with each stroke of my tongue.
“Oh Thomas I want you to stick your tongue all the way up my wet pussy” she told me breathing hard now.
Her wish was my command and I burrowed as deep as I could until my lips collided with the skin of her pelvis and my nose rubbed up against her erect little nub. By now my jaw ached some but I swirled my tongue in a circular motion as it was buried inside her wet hole. Her walls surrounded it as I probed and wiggled it to the best of my ability.
Her breathing was becoming ragged as she approached orgasm and with one last mini push of her hips Maria let out a wail as her legs clamped on my head trapping me in paradise with her. Maria’s whole body shook from the intensity of her climax as my tongue felt a release of a good amount of her womanly nectar. I sucked it to my mouth before swallowing it down and it tasted better to me than the wine I’d drunk earlier.
Once she recovered Maria crawled down my body until she was in position over my straining erection. Her hand grasped my hardness and guided it to her entrance. I could feel her hairs tickling my head as she worked it back and forth coating me with her juices while also stimulating herself. She looked me deep in my eyes before speaking.
“Thomas have you ever been with a woman before?”
“No Maria I haven’t, I’m hoping you’ll be my first” I sheepishly admitted.
“You can count on that and that you’ll never forget me” she said right before she impaled herself on my raging hard on.
My swollen head already lubricated with her juices parted her lips and sank deep into her pussy canal. We moaned simultaneously from the feeling as I became a man. It was the greatest feeling I’d ever felt as her pussy clenched my thick shaft as she slid down my length. Maria placed her hands against my chest muscles and almost pushed herself down further as I split her wide.
My hands grabbed her pillow like ass and at the same time I thrust upwards burying my cock to the base inside her. When I did she let out a grunt from the force of my thrust. We began to build a rhythm similar to the ocean crashing into the shore as her ass slammed into me as I met her with each movement. Once she leaned in a little I managed to affix my hungry mouth to her breast and suck hard on her pebble like nipple which drove her crazy. I released her nipple and moaned as she bounced like a rubber ball on me.
My moans were getting louder and increasing as she continued riding me hard and without warning I felt myself cumming. With one final thrust my cock swelled and exploded deep inside her paradise, filling her with my liquid love. Maria kept going with no slowing down but she managed to kiss me briefly before her movement forced her to end our kiss.
“How do you like it Thomas? Does it feel good being in me, in fucking me?”
“Great Maria, it feels so awesome” I managed to gasp out in reply.
She took my hand and guided it to where I could play with her clit while she rode me. My thumb rubbed it back and forth as Maria closed her eyes and enjoyed the stimulation. Her pace increased as the combination of my cock and thumb brought her near the edge once again. Her big ass slammed into me with each downward movement as her velvety muscles caressed my hardness.
“Oh yes Thomas don’t stop, it feels so good. Yes, yes oh my God!” she practically screamed out and with a final bounce her sweaty body collapsed on mine.
Maria’s muscles were clenching and unclenching on my shaft as she trembled like a leaf. Taking the lead I started driving my cock in and out of her climaxing pussy as fast as I could. The combination of this sexy, mature woman sprawled on me with her wetness gripping me added to the fact that today was the first time I’d been with a woman proved a bit too much even though I’d already cum twice.
My balls were drawn up into me again as I shot inside Maria. My whole body shuddered from the feeling as Maria recovered enough to resume kissing me. We stopped moving except for our lips which still were hungry for one another’s. I feasted on her red, full lips and when she fed me her tongue I welcomed it with delight. Slowly I shrank inside her until eventually I slipped out. She made a disappointed sigh as I did and rolled off me while keeping her body next to mine. When I rested my head against her large bosom she smiled and cradled it with an arm.
It was probably the fact that I’d cum three times although the wine and weed must have helped some but sometime while in that position I drifted off to sleep. The sun was casting early evening shadows across the bed when I awakened by myself but as I stretched languidly I heard a sigh. Turning I saw Maria sitting on her vanity bench with a hairbrush in her hand. She was now wearing a pale blue robe that certainly showed her ample cleavage to best effect.
“Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling?” she inquired.
“I’m good but you didn’t have to let me sleep” I told her.
“You looked so adorable that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Besides you earned that rest with your efforts. Let me ask you if you’re hungry Thomas?”
When Maria asked that I realized that I was famished.
“Yes but…” I began before she interrupted me.
“There are no buts, get up young man and come with me. I’ll feed you good to recharge your batteries. Now let’s go” Maria said in a tone that brooked no dissent.
“Yes ma’am” I answered her as I sat up. No sooner did I reach for my pants when she spoke again.
“There’s no need for you to get dressed Thomas just to eat. I think you look nice the way you are.”
The way she said that and with the look she had in her eyes made me feel like a million dollars I can tell you. So staying naked as the day I was born I headed downstairs and followed Maria to the kitchen. She busied herself putting some pasta on to boil after which she put a pot of sauce on the stove to heat. Watching her bend to remove the pot from the fridge started my cock getting hard again and as she flitted about the kitchen doing things my erection grew until it was at full staff.
She noticed this and smiled at me lasciviously and once as she passed Maria reached down and squeezed it gently making me groan. That was enough for me to forget about eating but Maria wouldn’t hear of it and rebuffed me.
“I’m flattered that you want me again but eat first because I’ll still be here when you’re done.”
Once the pasta was ready she drained it before spooning some sauce with a couple of meatballs over it and placing it before me followed by a piece of bread and another glass of wine. Maria had a small portion of pasta as well as some wine.
“Is that all you’re having?” I asked seeing her plate.
She laughed before speaking “Pasta will go straight to my hips Thomas.”
“Well who can blame it, it’s a great place to be it seems to me.”
She blushed from my response and added a little more to her plate. She finished eating before I did and before long I felt her hand creep up my leg and start to fondle my now half hard cock which quickly assumed its full size. The rest of the food I gobbled down in my zeal to finish and as soon as I cleaned my plate Maria brought the dishes to the sink. When she started to wash then I sidled up besides her and slipped my hands inside her robe. One hand cupped as much breast flesh as it could hold while the other started to stroke her hair and swollen lips.
“Stop you’re distracting me” she said trying to wriggle free but I was having none of that.
“The dishes can wait” I told her before seizing and lifting her in the fireman’s carry. Maria squealed and protested but I ignored her and instead brought her back to and placed her on the table. I pulled the robe open and began to feast on my dessert, in this case her large nipple but I really wanted the bearded clam. Once she was moaning and playing with my hair my mouth started moving in a southerly direction until her womanhood was before me.
My tongue moved out and started flicking back and forth against her erect little nub and after a couple of minutes of that I slipped one of my fingers inside her. She liked that and pushed her hips down toward me allowing it to slide deeper. She was wet as a rainforest as I drove it in and out of her while continuing to lick her clit. I figured she was getting close as her hand pulled my hair hard so I increased the tempo and was rewarded by her moaning and her vaginal walls convulsing on my finger.
After the spasms in her pussy stopped she yanked me up by the hair as her free hand grasped my erection and pulled it to her furnace.
“Put it in me now Thomas” she demanded in a commanding tone.
My hands latched onto the smooth skin of her hips as once again I slid balls deep into paradise. Maria was sitting up with her legs off the table and once I was inside she wrapped her fingers around my neck and held on as I fucked her hard. Each thrust my balls slapped against her ass as I drove it deep repeatedly. Since I’d cum so many times I just went all out as fast and hard as I could with her spurring me on with moans of encouragement.
There must have been something about the angle of this position as Maria was going crazy from this. Once I slipped out when I pulled back too far and when I did a gush of clear fluid shot out of her surprising us both but I immediately sank back inside her and resumed pounding her willing flesh. In the position we were in we were able to easily kiss so our mouths met as our other parts did what they do. It was a while that I lasted this time but eventually I knew my orgasm was coming so I buried myself to the hilt and called out her name as I fired into her.
I’d like to say that the afternoon led to more but for the most part it didn’t. We were both embarrassed to a point due to her being Peter’s mother especially as back then such things weren’t done. For some time after I rarely went to his house because I didn’t wish to see her and want her. One other time we got together when we ran into each other in the supermarket I was working at. My shift was ending and I helped her load the groceries into her car. Our hands touched and that was that. Since her kids were home she drove us to a secluded spot where for one more time we were transported back to that magical afternoon where I lost my virginity and she felt like a woman again after her divorce.
After high school Peter and I went our separate ways though to this day I sometimes see him. I did find out that his mother did remarry and I can only hope and pray that she is happy. She will always have a place in my heart and I’ll never forget that enchanted time.
THE END By rutger5 (2011)
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