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The club, femdom Ex-girlfriend.

This is a story about a guy who regularly visits an adult private sex-club, and so he does tonight. But tonight he runs into his ex-girlfriend, her new boyfriend and their female friend. The guy somehow gets convinced to join them and gets dominated. This story contains forced male bi-sexual acts.

Meer Kass

This is NOT my story. UPDATE: Found “Meer Kass” again, in sexstoriespost.com. Where I stated that I thought I’d read it before. But – the name of the writer is: sensual_sub_69. ??? –
NOT Black Shanglan. So – NOT sure, now, who to credit this story to. I STILL think this story was originally written by, and posted by, Black Shanglan – the OLDER poster of this story [ posted 14 years ago ( at Literotica.com. ) ] Either way: … ( See Notes at the end of the story for more. )

Vignettes V – I Married Jessica Rabbit

I met an amazing woman in college after the Army. I was an atheist and bent on corrupting her. She drew the line in the sand and I tried my damndest to get her to come over to my side. I got close but not close enough. Eventually she drew me to her side of the line and a marriage of high adventure and sexuality began.

Pipe Crew, Part III

Remember, this is just a story of what would have happened if I had done all these things. Don’t take it too seriously.

Second Time Around

This continues the history I began as “Call me Joanna”. When I think back to that time (and some others) I am grateful to older ladies of a generous, willing and experimental disposition. It is a splendid way for the experience of one generation to be passed on to the next.

Step Mom’s Discovery Chapter 4 (Repost 5)

Ok readers, here comes a LONG chapter 4 to Step Mom’s discovery. I have been working on it for a while. Stacy decides it’s time to tell her husband about her cheating on him with David. But what happens next shocks even her. Read on and enjoy

My College Days As The Intern

A little bit about me. During this story I was 20 years old. Black male, around 6 foot 2, with a medium muscular build. With my nine inches of pleasure you would think that my college days would have been the best years of my life but we both were wrong. None of the good stuff happened until my last year of my bachelor program.

Mothers Secret Code

Mothers Secret Code
*I’ll let these two ‘moms’ tell this true story.
For some reason, all us mothers have a code that is taboo to ever talk about. We don’t talk about our sexual feelings for our sons or daughters. It’s somehow so taboo, so unthinkable, so naughty, we never talk about it. (except in low whispers with a friend who will never ever tell we talked about ‘it’)
Mothers will say (outwardly) how disgusting, sick, weird or say that any sexual feelings about our sons or daughters is just nasty. They’ll say how a mother that does that should be somehow punished, their kids taken away from them, shunned, and be outcasts from society.
Oh…. you may have a very close friend that you talk in whispers to, maybe after a few drinks, that will express her true feelings about her sexual feelings about her kids. I had such a friend.
We broke the code…..
…..and It stayed broken between us.
Every chance we got, we talked about it, because?…it made us excited sexually, plain and simple. Let’s just call me, Julie, and her Lynn.
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A few years back we both had 12 years olds, my boy, and her girl. We were comparing notes about them. A few glasses of wine, and I broke the code. I asked her if she ever got turned on when she felt her little girls body. She got quiet for a while. Then a devilish smile, she leaned real close to me and whispered: (“…oh god Julie!, you too?”) and that was the start of us talking hush hush about our sexual feelings about our kids.
Our husbands were out of town one weekend, and I wanted her to spend the night with me. We put the kids in other rooms and we got together in my bed. We both were dying to talk privately together. We said just talking bout it was making us both hot and turned on, big time. We turned out all but a night light and closed and locked the door. It was all quiet now, total privacy. We were both getting wet in anticipation. She whispered: (“ Before we start, ..do you masturbate?..”), I giggled and said (“….hell yes!..”) She smiled big and said: (“When I secretly think about my girl touching me, or me touching her, I always like to masturbate while I think about it….do you mind?”) I said: (“..may I join you?”), we giggled quietly. We took off our panties, opened our legs and started in rubbing our vagina‘s. Our open legs touched and that made it all the more exciting. Masturbating together with a close friend was very hot, and very taboo.
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She told me how it first started with her,….
When she gave her little girl, about 9yrs old, a bath, is when she first got the ’tingles’. Feeling her smooth little body all over while washing her was more and more a turn on. The little girl liked it when mommy washed her little vagina, and giggled. One time she got brave and got in the bathtub naked with her.
Her little girl was wowed at mommy’s big titties and the hair between her legs. She asked: “Mommy, can I touch your titties?” Lynn told her:
“Oh yes, I’m your mommy, it’s ’ok’ to do that.”
“Julie, my little girl started touching, feeling, then stared my nipples. She then just started sucking on my nipples and playing with them. I got so hot when she did that, I closed my eyes and gasp for air.
Then she felt my pubic hair, and ran her little fingers through it and she liked to comb it with her fingers as a comb. Then she rubbed her little face on it.
The first time I let her do that, I orgasmed hard, and shivered and shook. She smiled and asked if I was cold. I said:…. “Oh no…(gasp)….mommy just got a nice feeling from her doing that.” She said she got tingles when she touched her little bump, right here. She opened her little legs wide, looked down, and put her finger on her little clit.
I should have felt very guilty….but I didn’t…it felt good to have a wonderfully intense orgasm that way, and I wanted more. I told her that all this was our ’girls secret’ and to never tell what we did in the bathtub. ….’Ok?’ She, at 9yrs old then, said she would never tell anyone ever, and that was our secret just between her and I,…………. and she never has.
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Lynn’s story got me so hot… I felt dizzy. My fingers were wet from feeling my vagina, and my clit was so sensitive, I could hardly touch it.
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I told how I started getting tingles in my vagina when I felt my son’s body. Dressing him, bathing him, and feeling him for no other reason that to get a sexual feeling. Little boys are more curious and he loved to look at my tits. I let him take long looks while I dressed or changed clothes. I slowly put on or took of my bra. I felt my own tits and played with my nipples as he watch, wide eyed. At nine years old, we too had a talk about secrets and I made him understand. He agreed and to this day we have our ’little secret.’ He got little hardons now, and ’mommy’ would rub it and make it feel good. He love that, and if we were alone, he would request we go do ’that’ we called it. I would take him in the bathroom and lock the door. I loved jacking on his little dick and the first time he had a little shot of white cum shoot out….I orgasmed.
It was so hot as I held his little dick in my hand and felt his first cum between my fingers. When he left, I got really bold and licked my fingers… his little cum was erotic tasting and I orgasmed again when it touched my tongue.
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We both were now breathing hard after telling the events so far. We closed our eyes and rubbed our vagina’s faster. I felt her hand grab my leg to steady herself. She was trying not to moan as she lifted up her hips up high and shook as she had a big intense orgasm. I was right with her, and steadied my self with my hand on her leg too. I unconsciously squeezed her leg as I moaned and lifted my hips high,….shook hard and had a big orgasm too. We shook for a while, and moaned quietly. Our hands still on each others legs. Feeling each others orgasms that way was a very erotic event we had never had before. We lay quiet…then she whispered:….(“….I think (gasp) we’ve found a new turn on, Julie.” )…I agreed and whispered back: (“..Later, I think (deep breath) I think next time I would like to turn around, so we can face each others vaginas (gasp) and we can watch us do ’that’ again, I have a powerful urge to watch your vagina orgasm, very close up next time.”)
It was a very exciting and wonderful night. We’ll keep what we did late in the night….very private,…..for now.
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Well I’m here to finally talk about the ‘code’. We both felt, if our kids said they didn’t want do something, we would always honor that and not do it, but so far, that has never happened.
Our kids are a little older now, and we still have our special ‘secret’. Her daughter and her still go in the bathroom and have their ‘private’ time, my son comes in my room and we too have our….’private’ time. Sneaking a hot feel still takes my breath away. We get so hot so fast when you only have a short time to touch our body’s.
Now days, I can make him cum in my hand in a short time. He can make me orgasm so fast, I almost faint. Lynn and her daughter carry little vibaratiors with them and can orgasm each other fast without moaning…(usually,)….. (I’ve heard them as I listened at the bathroom door before…that always gets me so hot.)
What they don’t know is Julie and Lynn, we have our, ‘private’ time too, when we talk about the latest happenings with our growing kids. We wait until we can spend the night all alone with each other, we get naked, and…..well…. the story’s gets us so hot we…..turn off all the lights……
(whispering….”do you mind if I put my hand on your leg Lynn?” …“Of course not Julie, you know you always can,…. Wow, your trembling, you must have a hot story for tonight. If you don‘t mind, I think I‘ll put my hand on your warm leg and just masturbate while you tell it.”
(This was the way we like to tell the latest hot story’s. Somehow the human contact, makes us so very hot as we talk.)
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“….Well, (gasp, pause), you better hold my leg tight as I tell you about my son. Last week he reached up under my dress, then sliding his hand down my panties and ran his finger down the center of my vagina, in the middle of my living room!” ….“Oh god Julie!, I would have loved to feel that!”
“Well Lynn,…(gasp)….I was standing there in my living room when I felt my sons warm hands wrap around me. He started kissing me on the neck and feeling my tits so good, I lost my breath….next thing I know, I feel his hand slide up my leg. Inching up slowly to the top of my panties. Then I feel his warm hand move down inside my panties and slowly slide down my lower tummy, headed right for my already damp vagina. I felt his finger combing thru my pubic hair, and on to my vagina…I shivered with anticipation, hoping where his finger was headed. He found it….. my wet clit, and his finger danced around it. Oh Lynn…my knees got weak, I got hot flashes and pushed my vagina to his finger. I felt his hardon against my butt cheeks. I reached around and pulled his hips tight to my butt cheeks. Oh god Lynn…his finger was massaging my clit now, right in the living room, where anyone walking or even driving by might see us!
I finally whispered to him: (“It’s mom’s turn, son.”) I turned around and un zipped his pants. I reached in and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. (gasp)…my heart was beating fast as I felt his big warm dick. I carefully pulled out his dick, and started stroking it. My back was to the windows, but he had my skirt pulled up and had pulled my panties down some. The risk was so intense, I felt my vagina start to seeping more juices. I couldn’t think…did I lock that door?….I didn’t know for sure…his finger on my clit was causing my brain not to work…all I knew was I wanted to orgasm so bad and now. He knew it too, and started rubbing my clit firmer and firmer while squeezing my tits. I cupped one hand over the head of his dick…I was going to make him cum big and I wanted to catch it all in my hand. It all happen so fast. I felt my orgasm building up and up and I tried not moan loud but I just couldn’t and let out a “ Oh Baby…Yes!!!!”…and my knees buckled as I had a glorious orgasm just as he shot hot cum in my hand. He filled it up so fast, I had to rub some on my vagina to keep it from spilling out on the floor. He kissed me and told me what a beautiful mom I was and that I was the best mom in the whole world. My head was spinning as I kissed him back and let my tongue do the talking. We were both so weak but managed to keep standing. We straightened up, I just left his cum on my pubic hair, and pulled my panties up over it. We sat down and panted as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
The door opened.
I forgot to lock it! My husband came carrying some stuff and just said: “Hi folks,” and didn’t even hardly notice us. I spent the rest of the day with my sons cum in my pubic hair so I could sneak a feel with my fingers and a taste and smell if I was careful too.”
Lynn was breathing hard and rubbing her vagina. Her fingers dug into my leg as her hips squirmed. I was really hot too, watching her and feeling my own vagina and feeling her hot leg. I don’t know where I got the courage to say this, but I nervously whispered to her: (“did you (gasp) need some help reaching your climax, Lynn?” )…She moaned and whispered back: (“..if you’ll do me,…(gasp)…I’ll do you Julie.” )
We had never done that before. We had the best and most wonderful night we‘d ever had….with our ‘private time’.
The next night we got to be alone again. We got naked with a low light, while she told of her and her daughters latest encounter. This time we had taken us to the next step. We had whispered about doing ‘a little more’ between us. Our trembling hands ventured out to our desires.
I had my hand resting on her pubic hair and she had hers on mine. We very slowly started fingered each other as she told her story. Our fingers trembled with the new pleasure. My heart was beating with excitement. Lynn rolled toward me, and rested her face on my tit as she talked. Soon her leg slowly moved over mine. I was so excited, I know she felt the wetness in my vagina as she eased her fingers slowly in it. I know I sure did in hers, as my fingers were so wet as I massaged her big clit. (She had big one too, and I loved playing with it, making her gasp.) We loved the way we told our stories in our new positions. We had new urges and they were very taboo and very exciting. We kept them totally secret and private. It was getting so we liked feeling each other as much as we did our own kids and we both knew it. We both secretly wanted to do more each time.
Lynn had another story……
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“Well, Julie….(big breath)….last weekend my husband and my daughters boyfriend went on a overnight fishing trip. We had the whole house to ourselves all night. We both got hot when we found out. The minute they left, my daughter and I headed to have a private shower. Oh Julie, her tits are bigger now, I loved to get behind her and feel them in the warm soapy water. She reached back and rubbed my vagina so good. Something was driving us to get closer and do more. We had never had ‘girl sex’ but she was leading the way. I didn’t resist at all Julie …I couldn’t …I was weak and felt it was going to happen…..Then she whispered in my ear:
(“mom…let’s ‘do us‘…ok?, please?”) …then she kissed me, long and so wet. I froze as I felt her tongue slip slightly in my mouth. I was kinda in shock but the jolt in my vagina was awesome! We had never kissed like that, ever before.
I whispered, out of breath: (“Oh my (gasp)….my little girl is growing up and wants to do more now?”)
(I didn’t quite know what ‘do us’ meant.) She said that she likes guys and sometimes girls to play with. We had never done ‘do us‘, but I was game as I loved feeling her body. We felt us in the warm soapy water and she showed me how she liked to have me massage her little clit, as she did mine. This was new for us and we got real hot and out of breath. I got weak as she rubbed my clit so fast I…..I…well…I orgasmed right in the shower.
I just couldn’t help it Julie! She held me close and tight. She kissed my neck and rubbed her own clit fast and then….shivered and moaned:…(“….ohhhhh mom!,…. I want you in bed so bad.”)….I got a tingle shock in my vagina!
Julie, it was so naughty and so taboo but so exciting, We held our wet soapy butt cheeks and I started rubbing her clit fast….then, she moaned so long and shuddered as we parted our legs and pressed and ground our soapy clits together.
Julie….mom’s and daughter’s making each other orgasm was so risky if anyone ever found out…I got so hot as she washed me slowly to cool me down. I wanted this wonderful shower to last and last. We finally got out, so weak, dried off and got into bed and just felt each others naked body’s for a long time.
Julie, she’s was just like me and loves the feel a female body on her hands and fingers.
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Feeling Lynn’s hot body against mine was reminding me of a time when my son crawled in bed with me. I started telling her this story. I pulled Lynn close to me as we felt each others body’s. Our fingers doing our thing.
“Lynn, I’ve got a story about when my son crawled in bed with me one time.” She said: “Oh good!,…. but I need to orgasm real bad, will you help me after words?” I said: “Of course, I whispered: (we’ll do a cross masturbation after words)…Ok?” She squeezed my vagina and said: “Ok!!!” We had talked about masturbating each other and how…‘someday’ we ‘might’ try it.
“ Well Lynn, my husband had just left for work. My son knew I was alone in bed. He was about 13 then, and no school that day. I took advantage when he got under the covers in my bed and rolled him on top of me. Oh Lynn….he felt so good on me in only his little boxers. I felt his back and legs and soon his growing boner started pressing against my vagina. He said he had a really hot dream. He didn’t say who the girl was, but did say she was older, about my age. I asked him if he had a ’wet’ dream about this girl. He said no, he woke up before they could have sex. I knew ‘this’ mom could make him cum big, so took more advantage. I ask him to describe the girl. Lynn, he described me in every detail. I said:…“Awww that’s to bad you woke up before you two could have hot sex.” I pulled the covers up over us and said why don’t you put your boner between my legs and we’ll pretend I’m that girl. He sleepily reached down and pulled out his boner and put it between my legs. I had my panties on and I felt his warm boner against my inner legs and vagina. I clamped my legs together tight and rubbed his body wildly. He started pumping me and breathing heavy. I took his hands and put them on my tits. I started whispering in his ear: (….”..oh yes baby…oh hell yes…cum in me… oh jeeez you feel so good in me!…fuck me baby…take me…take it home baby…Oh….OH….OH!…..EEEEYES!.. I felt him explode between my legs as he moaned ..”Oh…OH… MOM!”…
(mom?)…I knew he was having a dream about me!, and his slip of the tongue verified it. He flooded my legs and soaked my panties outside my vagina. He collapsed on me as I rubbed his smooth body over and over as his boner just kept pulsating the last of his cum out between my legs.
Ok, I admit it, I orgasmed when his hot cum shot out and I felt it on my vagina. Lynn, it was the closest ever, to him having sex with me. It was so wonderful, I’ll never forget it…ever.
Lynn was straining for me to finger her faster, and I was so ready for her to do the same. I turned so we faced each other and we fingered each other and bucked our hips together. She grabbed my fingers and speeded them up in her vagina. My thumb rubbed across her clit as she felt my G spot in my vagina. It started…. we took short gasping breaths…and here it came…our first dual climax, as it jolted us and peaked! I almost cried as we moaned and squirmed out of control, we both moaned…“YES BABY YES!!!yesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!!!, and shook hard!
…We held each others hand that was in our vaginas and guided it in and out to where the peek feeling was. We were so spent we slowly just let the pulses have their way and felt the spasms prevail.
We kinda passed out for a while. Then later, still moaning and holding each other we drifted to sleep.
Her daughter and my son came over the next day, they just happened to arrive at the same time. Lynn and I ended up in the kitchen talking. I looked around the corner at my son, and he and her daughter were sitting close and talking. Soon his arm went up on the back of the couch and she scooted closer. (“Lynn,” I whispered, “come look.”)…she looked and started to grin. Her daughter came in and said she had been playing tennis and could she take a quick shower. I said ’Sure, go right ahead.’ We continued to talk and then I noticed my son was gone. We listened quietly. I tip toed to the bathroom door. I heard them giggling quietly. I motioned for Lynn to come listen…we both grinned and quietly tip toed away.
We sat in the kitchen and talked. Soon her daughter came in smiling with her wet hair. A few minutes later my son came in…wet hair.
Lynn whispered: (“Look as his wet hair Julie!….do you think they took a shower together???”)
Her daughter had to go somewhere and my son walked her to her car. He leaned his elbows on her window sill, as they talked, and we watched. He looked around and gave her a long hot kiss. We giggled and wondered what was going to become of this. We talked quietly. “Julie, if they compare notes….oh my god! Their two moms are ‘feelers‘ and they both love it, and we both know they like to feel and touch us also.
I wonder of our ‘little secret’ will come out when they talk? We better have a talk with them and let them know it’s ‘ok’, to share our secret with only them.”
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*Julie and Lynn were to late. Jen, Lynn’s daughter, and Ken, Julie’s son had already talked and shared with them only, the ‘little secret’. Ken told his mom Julie later in private, Jen ask him if his mom, like hers, well….a….sort of…..a…..feel him extra good. Ken said hell yes and I like it. Jen said ‘oh my god!’ I love it when my mom feels me too! Secret out, but only with the two of them. Then the feeling and touching urge between the two of them skyrocketed. This happened while they sat on the couch. They planned their first ‘feel up’ in the shower. Ken told his mom Julie, “Finally a girl who like to be felt up all the time! She likes to feel me up too. We went crazy in the bathroom, we took each others clothes off in a flash. Feeling us up all the way. Then….well that’s all I’m going to say for now, mom. Julie smiled and felt his big boner and said: “You don’t need to say anymore son. Jen and Lynn are the only ones we can ever share our ’little secret’ with. When the time comes, I’ll tell you what Lynn and I talk bout in private.” “Mom, I had no idea that Jen and Lynn were ’feelers’ like us.” Ken felt his mom’s tits and kissed her neck and said: “I think were all gonna like what’s coming ahead.” He felt his mom’s ass as she pulled him in tight to her pussy and whispered in his ear: (“Oh baby, (gasp) I know we will“………)
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Unwanted: Part 8

Tiffany has left school early after getting her clothes dirty while having sex with her brother in the bathroom.

Frozen Coke

“Smile.”
“I don’t see that happening. Besides, I’ve had 3 consecutive years of foul grimaces. I’m going for the school record.”
The photographer flashed him a tired smile and activated the flash and shutter just as his grimace took on epic proportions of evil.
“Just out of curiosity, mind you, what IS the school record?”
“23 years I think.”
The photographer laughed.
“You’ve got a ways to go. You sure you can be surly for that long?”
The teacher picked up his keys from where he dropped them under the stool.
“Surly isn’t the problem. Getting the sad, pathetic goatee just right so I look like my own evil twin is the hard part. I couldn’t grow plants on a Chia Pet let alone hair on my face.”
“Like Evil Spock or Garth Knight from Knight Rider, right?”
He laughed as he was walking down the stairs.
“EggZACTly. Try not to lose your sanity.”
She giggled again as she changed the film cartridge in preparation for the next group of students already entering the auditorium like a herd of wild, well, teenagers. She watched his butt wiggle once in his jeans and then got back to her camera. As he mounted the steps to exit the auditorium, he turned to look at her once more and then shook his head.
“Wow.”
He was sitting, feet up on the corner of his desk, reading when he saw her walk by his room. He tried to jump up which given his current position was just a recipe for a hernia, but he managed to get out of his chair without any major damage to his abdomen and dash to the doorway to get a glimpse of her shapely skirt-clad backside exiting the door to the school. He half-walked, half-jogged to the doorway and yelled after her.
“Hey!!! I’m smiling now.”
She turned to see him hanging out the door trying not to appear too eager. She laughed and shook her head.
“Naw. It’s no good now. The light’s all wrong. My equipment is all packed up. You’re about to fall flat on your face.”
He had time for a startled WHUH?? before the doorstop slipped loose, and he gracelessly tumbled to the rubber shoe mat. Laughing, he got up and brushed himself off as she walked over to him.
“Are you alright?”
He nodded gravely.
“A couple of years of intensive therapy, and I should at least walk again. I’m not so sure about what else I’ll be capable of.”
She caught the twinkle in his eye in spite of the dour expression on his face.
“I just happen to be a licensed tumble therapist.”
“No kidding. That must have taken you years to master.”
“10 years of blood, sweat, tears, and bloodstained tumbling mats.”
He grimaced and giggled.
“Ewwwww. All I get out of that are images of what COULD have happened to Kerri Strug on that vault.”
She looked at him and shook her head. He saw the look and give her his best doofy smile.
“I’m not gonna ask for a private sitting if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not into Candid Cameras.”
She laughed and swatted him on the arm.
“Good, I don’t think I can hook a microscope up to my camera setup at home.”
He laughed loudly and got down on one knee.
“Marry me.”
“No.”
“Get engaged to me?”
“Didn’t I already answer that?”
“Shit…Go out on a date then?”
She jerked her hand out of his.
“That I can do. Pick me up here at eight.”
She filled his empty palm with a business card. He pocketed the card.
“My name’s Michael.”
“Mine’s on the card.”
He giggled as she turned around.
“Mistress Vexa. Dominatrix for all your submissive needs.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and did an admirable job of a fake blush.
“Dammit, I gave you the wrong card. I mean, that was a friend’s. I’m just uhhhhhhh holding it for her.”
He laughed again as she turned to jump into her truck. As she drove by him, he yelled.
“Wear something with kneepads. I want to show you my tumbling routine!”
Michael tried once and then again, and finally a third time before the stupid end of the tie sat where it was supposed to under the business end of his tie which was a pale blue covered with S-shield Superman symbols.
“Finally.”
He stood in front of the mirror and tugged the tail of the shirt up a little.
“Hope she likes the Man of Steel.”
He grabbed his keys and wallet and hopped in his car and was waiting outside her house/studio at 7:57 when she waved him in from the front door. He shut the car off and sort of half jogged up the front steps. He peered in through the screen and then opened the door when he heard her yell from somewhere in the house.
“Cmon in. I’ll be out in a minute. You can check out some of my shots in the showroom to the right.”
“’Kay. Don’t forget the kneepads.”
He heard her snicker as he walked into the showroom. The wall was covered in a tasteful display of seascapes and lighthouses with the occasional portrait thrown in. One small picture caught his eye. It was a stream of some kind of pop just falling into a glass. It was so out of genre compared to what else was there that it drew his attention like a magnet. He heard her walk in behind him and turned to see her pinning her left earring on. He indicated the photo with a nod of his head and a raised eyebrow.
She got his gesture and giggled.
“Oh, I was trying to make a living as an ‘artiste’.”
She made the invisible quote marks with her hands.
“I’ve since learned that taking pictures of things I like and things that actually make money is much more conducive to health and happiness.”
“So why-“
“Keep it? To remind me what’s important.”
He nodded and smiled at her.
“You look wowsers. Zowie even.”
She giggled again.
“Well at least your compliments are unusual as well as cryptic. That means I look ok?”
He laughed.
“Yes. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning…pick one.”
“(d) All of the above.”
Michael laughed again.
“I figured you might appreciate a little teacher humor.”
“Very little teacher humor.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“So where we going?”
He shrugged.
“If there’s someplace you’re fond of, we go there. If not, I know just the place.”
“Lead on, MacDuff.”
Michael squinted at her.
“I teach math. Kindly confine your humor to mathematics related topics.”
She giggled.
“There isn’t anything funny about math.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Very well. Carry on. So, any place you have your heart set on?”
She shook her head as he opened the car door for her. He snaked his hand down past her and threw his baseball mitt in the back seat.
“Sorry. Forgot to move it after the game last night.”
She slipped past him and the delicate scent of her hair wafted by his nose.
“Hey hey. Pantene!!!”
She laughed as he closed the door and jogged around to his side.
She did a model hair flip as he buckled himself in.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
“Hate you…because you’re beautiful? Hmmmmmm. Let me think. Beautiful AND funny, or just funny. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmm. Ok I won’t hate you.”
“Where we goin’?”
“You’ll see.’
“This isn’t one of those kidnap the sexy photographer movies is it?”
He shook his head gravely.
“Oh no. I think that plot is a little played out and cliched, don’t you?”
She giggled and made a mock brush with her hand across her forehead as if to wipe away nervous sweat.
“Whew. I was getting worried.”
“Oh wait. Is that the one where the dashingly handsome and devastatingly witty teacher kidnaps a beeyoutiful photographer and takes her to dinner?”
Donna shook her head seriously.
“No. It’s not that one.”
Michael giggled.
“Damn. He nails her in that one.”
Donna mock sneered and him and gave him a wicked ‘hmph’. Michael giggled again, and Donna joined him. Much witty banter, light sexual innuendo, and a shared order of Carlos Murphy’s Nachos and Monster Cookie later, they were fast becoming more than friends. As Michael put his car in Park in her driveway, he turned to her.
“Call me impulsive—
“I’d rather call you late at night when I’m really lonely.”
“Whoa. Ummmm. Damn, you derailed that train of thought.”
Donna giggled wickedly.
“I can be so naughty.”
Michael snickered and adjusted himself.
“Let me deal with a blood flow issue in my pants and finish my question.”
Donna stared pointedly as Michael wiggled trying to relieve sudden pressure.
“Anyhoo, assuming the weather is spiffy tomorrow, would you like to spend the day at the beach on Lake Michigan? I know this great little beach that I’m sure you’ll love.”
“Are we clairvoyant now?”
“I dunno about you, but I am. It’s got a beautiful lighthouse, a wicked set of cliffs with crashing waves, and a cute little sorta secluded beach.”
“You said the magic word.”
“Secluded? Sure you can go topless. I won’t mind.”
“No, you dip. Lighthouse. Pick me up at 8 tomorrow morning.”
“Woo hoo.”
“You’re not one to hide your feelings.”
Michael snickered.
“Well duh. How many dates have you had that pointed out a trapped erection and asked you to wait while he adjusted it?”
Donna pondered that.
“True. You’re the first.”
Michael flexed a bicep.
“Who’s your daddy?”
Donna shook her head and leaned over to give a quick kiss on the lips followed by a nip on his lower lip.
“I had fun tonite, teacher-boy. 8 am sharp.”
“I had fun too. Wear something see-thru.”
Donna giggled and slipped out of the car with an extra tushy wiggle thrown in for good measure. Michael blew her a kiss and backed out of the driveway.
At 7:58 am, he pulled into her driveway. She was sitting on her front step wearing a tight Powerpuff Girls t-shirt and white cotton shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a co-ed like ponytail, and she wore reflective silver sunglasses under a wide-brimmed hat. She stood up pulling a canvas shoulder bag with her. Michael watched her bounce to the car and whistled under his breath.
“Morning. Did I mention I REALLY like the Powerpuff Girls?”
Donna smiled and slid into the seat next to him.
“You’re awfully horny for 8 am.”
Michael shrugged.
“Any guy seeing what I’m seeing would be in exactly the same predicament.”
“Another blood flow problem?”
“Yup. Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup NEVER looked so good.”
“Drive, pervert.”
“Ok.”
“By the way, you look pretty hot too. I like the sleeveless look.”
Michael blushed.
“Awwww how cute. You blushed.”
Michael blushed more.
“Hey this is neat. What happens if I keep complimenting you?”
“Oh, I turn red and blow up like a cherry and then explode.”
“Cool, but I’ll save the exploding part for later tonite.”
Michael looked at her and caught the naughty glint in her eye.
“That’s a great plan.”
Donna laughed and began fiddling with the radio.
“Can I pick a station?”
“Donna, you wear that shirt, and you can do anything you want.”
“Yaaaay.”
She settled on a retro 80’s station, and they spent the drive dredging up memories from the decade of long hair bands and parachute pants. An hour or so later, he pulled off the main road onto a gravel side road that curled back up the hill they had been skirting. Scant moments later, the car came to a stop in a dirt parking lot populated by a beaten pick-up and an equally loved SUV. Michael slipped out of his seat as Donna watched his butt wiggle again. He popped the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag and cooler.
Donna looked around but saw no path.
“Where to?”
Michael swung the cooler between his car and the SUV indicating that direction.
“It’s why it’s so secluded. No obvious path. Everyone knows the lake is nearby, but the tourists can’t find the path.”
Donna shrugged and ducked under a branch of the maple tree he had indicated. They walked through light undergrowth for about half a mile when the sounds of waves crashing against rocks heralded their impending arrival. Donna stepped through a thicket of tall grass and found herself sinking into a sandy hill with blue skies beyond and an imposing rock cliff with the aforementioned lighthouse on her left.
“Thru the dale and over the hill to Michael’s beach we go.”
“You have that backwards.”
“What are you, the Nursery Rhyme Police. Now march. We’ve got a lot of beaching to do.”
Donna giggled and sprinted up over the dune and down onto the beach proper. There was a family of 5 at one end, and an older couple was walking hand in hand down the waterline. Donna headed off towards the deserted end of the beach closest to the cliffs and the lighthouse. Michael trudged along behind her increasingly burdened by the cooler and bag. She finally selected a spot halfway between the water and the dune. She dug into her bag pulled out a towel and a folded umbrella and set up shop as he plunked down tiredly next to her.
“This damn cooler weighs a ton.”
“I’ll carry it back to the car.”
“Sure. After all the ice has melted.”
Donna smiled.
“Who said women were dumb? So what’s on the agenda?”
Michael pulled out a Denver Bronco towel and set it down next to hers.
“Breakfast, beach stuff, lunch, beach stuff, dinner, beach stuff.”
“Wow, quite an itinerary.”
Michael shrugged.
“When I plan, I really plan.”
They dipped into the cooler of plenty and had a light breakfast of fruit and juice.
“Save some strawberries for later.”
Donna smiled and nodded.
“I like how you think.”
They finished their morning meal and shucked their overclothes. They tried not to strain eyeballs oggling each other as they stripped. The Powerpuff Girls and shorts disappeared in favor of a red bikini top and matching bottom.
“Guh. Red is your color. No doubt about it.”
Michael slipped off his shirt to reveal his bare chest and another pesky blood flow problem. Donna noticed immediately.
“Someone else agrees.”
Michael blushed again but also noticed a pair of protrusions on Donna’s bikini top.
“Looks like I’m not the only one with tightness issues.”
Donna blushed to match her bikini.
“I’m just cold.”
“In 85 degree weather?”
“Yeah. I’m from the Sahara. This is cold for me.”
She stuck out her tongue and then flounced off across the beach to the water. Michael sighed as he watched her shapely bottom and then followed her. They cavorted in and out of the water, grabbing and playing and groping themselves nearly into a stupor of overheated foreplay. Michael’s penis ached inside his swimsuit maintaining a near constant state of erection the entire day. The few times when they were thrashing in the water, and he hugged her from behind had nearly made him dizzy as he pressed his hips into hers. For her part, Donna’s breasts tingled dully all day long from the constant arousal of her taut buds, and her bottoms were wet in the water or out. At lunchtime, they lay on their blankets and had salads from the neverending cooler. They were fighting the urge to run into the bushes and satisfy a craving or two.
Eye contact was becoming hazardous. They would look up at each other, break into an uncomfortable silence punctuated by mental flashes of their bodies entwined in passion, and then look away and not so surreptitiously adjust themselves. They joined in a beach volleyball game and more than once collided together to end up sprawled one atop the other in the sand. Furtive gropes of a soft curve there and a hard bulge here stoked an already dangerously out of control fire.
Dinner was an exercise in torture. Even the simple act of eating bread and cheese with a light wine turned into prolonged foreplay. Lips parted ever so slightly to drink wine sent shivers down the other’s spine. The soft texture of the cheese on the tongue made the other wiggle and shift uncomfortably on the towel. It had literally been an hour since either had spoken. They were both afraid of spoiling the moment when Michael broke the ice as the sun began to set.
“Do you want to go up on the cliffs and look at the lighthouse?”
Donna nodded sipping her wine with wide eyes gleaming in the fading light.
“Bring the wine.”
“And the towels.”
“Yeah.”
They walked up the winding path to the top of the cliff and laid the towels down so the lighthouse was just to the left of their lookout over the lake. Far off in the distance, flashes of lightning illuminated the sky. They lay quietly drinking the wine and enjoying the view when Donna rolled over on her stomach. Her breasts swelled outward under pressure from the ground, and her firm tush gleamed in the last of the sunlight.
“I’m not sure I can stand this anymore.”
Michael rolled over next to her and rubbed his hand across her back.
“Yeah. I think I’m going to blow a hole in my swimsuit.”
“You silver-tongued devil you.”
Michael laughed.
“Admit it. I bet your nipples are so hard you could use them as a paper punch.”
Donna laughed and swatted him across the head.
“Geez, you sure know how to romance a girl.”
Michael giggled and rolled her on her back.
“Like this?”
He slid over her, pressed his hips into hers, and kissed her deeply on the lips. The scent of the wine lingered sweetly as his tongued pressed into her mouth hungrily. She spread her legs to let his slip between them and felt the crushing heat of him. His throbbing penis sent a warm tingle up her spine to the base of her neck. She wrapped him in her arms and pulled him down closer to her. Very slowly Michael began to raise and lower his hips pressing the fabric of his suit against her bikini. He kissed her neck as she did the same each kissing softly at first and then harder, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking sending jangled electrical impulses up and down their bodies. His hands slipped up onto her chest and under the bikini top to press over her fiercely aching nipples.
Like completing a circuit, his palms sent fiery gouts of pleasure across her breasts and down to the center of her. She moaned and arched her back to keep the pressure on. He pinched them softly in counterpoint with the deliberate rhythm of his hips grinding into hers. She gasped at each pinch, and the rasping of her voice in his ears made him tingle from head to toe as if every nerve ending were firing at once.
She gasped as he slid down and took one of her buds between his lips. The hot touch of his breath and the delicate brush of his lips was making her faint. After so much mental stimulation, it was almost too much for either of them to take. Michael’s penis was literally pulsing with pent up energy. Each aching throb could only quenched by pressing into the smooth fabric of her bikini bottom and the luscious jewel
concealed beneath. The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end, his heart pounded in his ears.
“Oh god. I can’t take this anymore.”
“YOU can’t take this anymore. I think I’m going to melt.”
He tore off her top and clumsily united her bottom as she tugged and ripped at his swimsuit. She grabbed his engorged cock in her hand and squeezed. Precome ran freely from the purplish head as he moaned and lay his head back. He moved to slide over her, but she scooted out of the way, pushed him over on his back, and then slipped her tight body over top of his. Donna’s nipples brushed against his chest making them both dizzy with passion as her silken flower pressed down on his penis. She knelt over him and began to slide up and down.
He moaned softly and gutturally as she enveloped him. The sensation was as close to heaven as he could imagine. Still on her hands and knees, she pressed back and down with her hips, burying him deep inside her, and she held him there breathing holding her breath and arching her back. The pressure on his penis made him weak, and he felt his heart flutter. She was tingling from head to toe as he touched her deep inside. Her arms began to shake, and she let her breath out in a whoosh as she collapsed down on him sliding ever so slightly back and forth on his stomach.
They kissed again. This time more like animals, and his hand found her firm buttocks and squeezed them with each soft caress of her vagina. She arched her back a little and began to move more deliberately. All the way up so that his head barely touched her swollen lips and all the way down where he could press against that heavenly place so far inside her. His whole world was focused on his hips and the throbbing head at the middle of them. Each motion of her achingly beautiful body raised goosebumps on his body, and a powerful pressure was building up in his loins. Dazzling fireworks were going off inside her head as she pressed down on him. These luscious explosions seemed to lift her with them into the sky higher each time. The flash and the bang increased in tempo in her head, and a warmth born of a day long arousal swept across her body.
She pushed herself up into the sitting position impaling herself on him. The fireworks burst inside her head one after another…faster and faster…higher…louder…louder…louder…until they were deafening…short-circuiting her nervous system…sending waves of fire to her neck and back to the center of her. She came as the heavens above them opened up. Large droplets of warm rain doused them, sluicing off her breasts and down her flat stomach, across his heaving pecs. She squeezed him and released him again and again, driving him to the edge of despair and back. The pressure in his loins was unbearable. His tush ached. His legs tingled. He gritted his teeth to hold onto this passionate torture as long as he could. Finally, the fireworks released her, and she gasped for air, still sitting upright on his throbbing cock. She looked down at him, his face screwed up in a look of pleasured pain and began to grind down on him.
Her hips forced themselves down onto him. He grunted and gasped, clawed and squeezed in the torrential downpour. His cheeks burned, and his shoulders tingled hotly. His back arched in time with her powerful grinding. His hands went numb, and the tips of his ears were aflame. She ground her hips into him. Down and up. Down and up. He leaned his head back and screamed her name over and over, and finally as lightning illuminated her gorgeous body and thunder shook the heavens, he exploded inside her. With the breaking of the dam, his penis leapt inside her spilling over and over until he lay quivering in the summer shower with her collapsed on top of him.
They lay in the warm rain for almost an hour. Her on top of him. Whispering to each other in the gathering storm. Finally they ran for the car, exhausted, sated, and hopelessly drained. They collapsed into the seats, still naked and shivering from their lovemaking. Michael dragged two worn blankets from his back seat, and they huddled under them as the heater worked to warm them. A bottled water or two later (the last of the seemingly endless provisions stored in the cooler), Donna turned to look at Michael as the lightning crashed out to sea.
“You know. I’ve never made love at the top of a lighthouse before.”
Michael smiled in the darkness and opened the car door.

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Alissa and I Part two

Part 2
The front door opened. Alissa jumped up from her position right above me. My rock hard cock was about the spread her dripping wet lips. She yelled up.
“Yeelllow” she said
“Hey sis it’s just me.”
Her older brother had come home from his long weekend early. Alissa signaled me to get some clothes on.
“We are leaving!” she whispered
“Aah, I’m so hard! Just touch it!”
Alissa reached over and grabbed my rock hard cock.
“That’s so hard I just have to have it in me soon.”
Then Alissa jumped back on top of me and plunged it into her pussy. She fell right down on it and stabbed right up as deep as it would ever go right into her hot box.
“Ooh Ahhhh Ohh uhhh!” Alissa let out as she pulled my throbbing cock out of her dripping pussy. It was covered in her girl cum!
“That felt amazing my cock is throbbing for you pussy Alissa. I have to fuck you ASAP!!! Right now!” I told her.
She grabbed my shorts and threw them at me. Then put her tube top back on and led me out the door.
“Where are we going?”
“My friend has a hot tub and she’s away on vacation and no one is house-sitting!” She said with another of those winks.
“Why didn’t I just meet you there to begin with?” I asked frantically as I tried to pull up my shorts and fly.
“I don’t know!”
“I need to punish you!” I said.
I grabbed the clicker and put in on max! Alissa stumbled and I caught her.
“I’m so close to orgamsing, you can’t do that right now babe, please” she begged me.
I let her fall to the grass in her back yard and pushed it into overdrive. She grabbed at her pussy under her mini skirt and fingered herself while rubbing her clit. Then she exploded again. She laid there helpless for a moment then I picked her up and carried her to my car. I put her in the passenger seat.
“How did you like your punishment?” I asked.
“I want more!” she said.
Then with one hand she grabbed my fly and pulled it down releasing my cock and started to give me road head just as I pulled out of her drive way. Then she grabbed the remote for the vibrator and put it to overdrive again.
“Ohh, Ahh, Ahhhh, Yes!!! More, more yes babe!” She moaned as the vibrator churned inside her and my cock railed the back of her throat. It was all garbled but it sounded hot!
“Where are we going?” I asked her while my cock was still in her mouth.
“I’m gonna have to pull over, you way to good at this!” I said as it hit me.
My rock hard cock got harder as it fill with yet another load. Then I spewed every last drop into her mouth once again!
“Swallow that cum you slut Alissa!” I told her as she released my cock from her throat.
She swallowed it after playing with it in her mouth.
“Such a turn on babe!” I told her.
I pulled out from the sidewalk and went on.
“It’s the next blue house!” She told me.
I pulled into the drive way and we got out of the car. She ran in her extremely sexy outfit to the gate to the back yard. She opened the gate and ran to the pool as fast as she could in her little high heels and her skirt. I just watched her boobs bounce and her ass wag. I followed her into the back yard and took off my shirt. She walked over to the gazebo and kicked off her heels and took off her fishnet stockings. She then went over to one of the pillars and hit a switch. The cover of the hot tub next to the gazebo slide off to the side and the jets started up. She dipped one foot in.
“Oh Ben, it’s so nice and warm!” she said giggling.
She then took off her skirt and revealed her soaking pussy to me. Then she pulled the mini egg vibrator out of her pussy. It was covered in her thick white cum. Then she disappeared into the hot bubbling water.
“Opps. I forgot to take this off!” Alissa said in a sexy voice.
She reached around to grab the bottom on her tube top, which could barely keep her love melons at bay and, pulled it up and over her head. Her luscious boobs fell from her top and bounced into the water. With that and her eyes fucking the shit out of me I ran to the hot tub ripping off my clothes as I made my way over.
I got into the hot tub and moved over to where she was. She was relaxing with her eyes closed on one of the jet seats. I sat next to her and began to stroke up her leg with my hand. I went over her knee and she began to moan. I went further up her leg and reached her inner thigh. I then moved across her pussy to her other leg, teasing her pussy by touching just above her clit and outside of her lips but not going inside before I reached her opposite leg.
She reached down with one hand and began to finger her pussy and squeeze her tit with the other. Then I moved up her other leg and started to caress her entire body over. She reached down and grabbed my cock and began to rub it up and down beneath the bubbly water.
“Its about time baby. All those naughty looks you’ve been giving me and that head!! Oh my god baby!” I told Alissa.
“I’m all yours hunnie.” She said with a wink.
She got up from her sitting position and straddled me as she pushed me into the seat she was just in.
“Time for my pleasure and your play time!” she said.
Then she lowered herself onto me. Her pussy disappeared into the water and found itself with a cock inside it. My 7 inch dong slipped into her pussy like butter. Her soaking lips wrapped around my cock and she began to rock back and fourth on it. Then she began to bob up and down on my cock.
She would raise herself so just the tip was barely spreading her lips and plunge herself back down on it causing it to go a little deeper each and every stroke.
Suddenly her pussy got a whole lot tighter and her strokes got shorter and quicker. I was stabbing into her pussy so fast it just felt like one be long never ending stroke into her soaking wet, hot pussy.
“Ohh, Ohh, Ohh its soo deep inside me. Fuck Fuck me Ben! Come on cum inside mommy! I want your cum deep inside me so I can feel and watch it drip out of me! Cum Cum on.” Alissa moaned.
“You want my cum?” I asked her.
“Deep inside my babe!. Ohh Ohh my God I’m going to cum. Its going to cover your hard cock!” she said to me in a moaning tone.
“Ahhh, Ohh, yeah baby I’m cumming!!!” She screamed as hot white thick girl cum exploded onto my cock buried deep inside her.
I pulled my now bright white cum covered cock from her drenched slit. Her cum and mine oozed out of her in think globs.
“That was amazing. We will have to do that another time!” She said in a very satisfied voice.

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