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War on Geminar part 3

Sorry it took so long to get this part of the story out. My laptop crashed and had to get it repaired. I hope this was worth the wait. I tried to get this out as soon as I could so I might have missed a few mistakes so I’ll apologize in advance.
I awoke with my head spinning and ringing in my ears. I had a feeling of someone watching me and then it came rushing back to me like a tidal wave. I was being attacked by the red headed girl in the silky body suit when I was talking to the queen.
I realized I was left on the ground and that something was covering me. I knew laying on the ground was not the best place to defend myself I grabbed what felt like a blanket and threw it in the direction of where I knew the person watching my was standing.
The blanket went flying and I rolled and slide into a fighting stance before I even opened my eyes. Standing there facing my opponent with my hips turned slightly my brain began to process the environment around me.
The first thing I realized that it as daylight. The sun was barely over the horizon so it couldn’t have been any later than 7 o’clock in the morning. The next thing I quickly realized was I was about two feet off the ground in a cage. The room the cage was in had an opening behind me large enough for the cage to fit through to the outside. The cage itself was eight foot diameter and ten foot. It resembled a giant bird cage in a hurried glance.
There standing before me was my opponent from last night. She was a little short maybe 5’4 to 5’5 compared to my 6’4 height. I could tell she had an athletic body that is hard and lean. Her red hair could be seen even as she was pulling the blanket away from her face. I noticed her skin tone had a slight brown tint like maybe she was Hispanic or Italian.
“Look who’s awake and still in a feisty mood after last night.” She said to me as she finished pulling the blanket from her face.
When we were staring eye to eye suddenly her face went flush as her eyes widen with shock. This took me by surprise because I couldn’t be that much of a threat to her while I was trapped inside the cage. Then I noticed her eyes traveling down my body, and focusing on my crotch. This really caught my attention as the rest of my senses caught back up with me.
I was standing in a defensive stance in front of this beautiful woman of around 18 or so buck naked. I was looking at her emerald green eyes as she stared at my flaccid cock. This was almost too surreal as my hand went to try and cover myself. Where’s my clothes I was wearing last night were was my first thought and secondly hasn’t she ever seen a naked man even at her age.
“Well, if you are done with your examinations could I ask for the blanket back? I can be too much of a threat standing here naked in front of you. Plus, as you can see I don’t have any weapons on my body.” I told her.
This seems to have reddened her cheeks even more as she threw the blanket back at me. I caught the blanket and wrapped it around my body in a make shift toga. I noticed during all this her eyes never stopped looking me over. This had me wondering if I wasn’t the first man she had ever seen naked.
“How many days have you worn those strange clothes? They were filthy and needed to be cleaned.” She stated to me. “You have to be presentable before you see the queen. Before that I have a few questions to ask you. First off, I am supposed to say if you cooperate we will treat you well.” She continued to tell me.
After a long pause she said “Please don’t think your nasty friends are going to come and rescue you now. It’s not going to happen. You’re nothing more than an expendable pawn that was easily used and discarded.”
I was actually hoping they would be coming back to get me or the very least Doll would come for me. I was stuck in this strange world and she was a part of the people that knew how to get me back home. But, I knew she was right about using me like that. I bowed my head and tighten my lips thinking hard on my options when I noticed the cut on my arm was bandaged.
“Oh, and one more thing you need to know and it’s important you pay close attention because this is very important. You shouldn’t tell anyone you entered Queen Lasharra’s bedroom, because if you do we will execute you immediately. Just so you know she is keeping you alive for some reason but for a man to enter her quarters other than her husband is by our law to be put to death, and you would do well to remember that you owe your life to her.” She told me in a dire tone.
She pointed a remote at me and the cage began to move out the doorway to the outside where it was hung over the edge. I could see I was still on the Swan and we were moving over a forest. She then turned around and walked back into the Swan leaving me there alone.
I didn’t know who to believe at this point and all the information I had was extremely limited. I could hear the truth behind the red head’s words. I indeed owed my life to the queen in many ways. I had come to her floating castle to help kill her. Then to learn that there laws mandated since I was on her bedroom balcony and not her husband I could be put to death for that as well. That was two strikes against me but yet they kept me alive and even bandage my arm and were cleaning my clothes. This had been some acts of kindness not even Doll and her people have shown me.
The masked man and Doll seemed only interested in the fact I could pilot that robot and hone my skills as a fighter for their plans to assassinate the queen. I realized it then but I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter since all my options were very limited to that or spending the rest of my life in that dungeon or worse yet they just kill me.
I sat there for the rest of the day thinking about all my limited options I was being handed again. I was getting tired of being used like an object or a tool for other people’s ambitions without any regards towards me. I felt like I was being used as yet another pawn on these two players chess board.
“Oh! I can see him!” Wahanly exclaimed.
“See who Wahanly? What are you looking at?” asked Vanessa. Vanessa and Angela stepped closer to Wahanly as she was looking over the railing of the mechanoid bay railings.
Wahanly was looking through a range finder as she took the holographic viewer from the device and put it on display for the maids to see what she was talking about.
“It’s him! The boy Lady Chiaia captured last night.” Wahanly said.
“He doesn’t look like a boy to me.” Angela giggled.
“Me either Angela, though I wouldn’t mind finding out just how much of a man he really is.” Vanessa said to Angela.
“Spying on our lady’s detainee is unacceptable.” The lead maid Mahya told the three girls. She was secretly thinking about her own examination into his manhood only a few hours ago.
“Lady Mahya!” Vanessa said with a start.
“Ah yes that is the man.” Mahya said out loud as she looked at the holographic viewer, but it was more for her own memory as she looked at him.
“Does something about him upset you?” Vanessa asked Mahya.
“No.” Mahya said as she was brought back to the present. “Wahanly has a lot of repairs to complete and a report needs to be delivered to her highness when it is complete.” She told the three girls.
“Yes Lady Mahya, I get right on it now.” Wahanly answered her.
“Yes we have a lot of work to finish up as well.” Angela said to Mahya.
“Queen Lasharra, why didn’t you report what happen last night to the nation?” Mahya asked the queen. “It is rather obvious who these vicious attackers were.” She continued.
“Because they are the most dangerous nation.” Queen Lasharra answered her.
“Lord Babalun? But, he’s a good man.” Chiaia asked the queen.
“That’s true he’s good, but ambitious above all else.” She told Chiaia which took her by surprise.
“That man has nothing at all to gain from assassinating us last night. Nor, we understand why he chose last night to try such ugly methods.” Lasharra continue to tell Chiaia.
“You believe there are other powers involved in this then your highness?” Mahya asked the queen.
“We are still attempting to find that out. Plus, letting others bet up on us is so not our style.” Lasharra said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Find out how? We can barely protect the Swan as it is?” Chiaia asked Lasharra.
“That’s not true. We have two mechas at our disposal.” Lasharra answered.
“So does that mean your highness has decided to hire Wahanly?” Chiaia asked Lasharra.
“She can quit the Barrier Workshop now. She would be very useful to us in repairing the Swan and your Scared Mechanoid after last night.” Lasharra said to Chiaia with a smirk on her face.
The thought of the fight last night made Chiaia sigh and she said “Yeah I suppose she would be very valuable at this point.”
“Her saving us was too good to be true, right?” Lasharra said.
“Right, and there are some not so great rumors about her.” Chiaia said as she caught the queen’s meaning. If they would hire Wahanly all her inventions and skills as a Scared Mechanoid pilot would be at their disposal.
“Your highness, it may not sit well with you but the pilgrimage route guards should be notified about last night.” Mahya warned the queen.
“But that might make the enemy pull back. If we cannot get something good on them soon even the Holy Lands would not be safe for us.” Lasharra informed Mahya.
A bell rang at the door just as they we finishing up there discussion and Mahya walked to answer the door. Wahanly was standing there waiting to be allowed entrance into the queen’s chambers.
“Good morning Empress.” Wahanly greeted Lasharra.
“Good Morning Wahanly, we are glad you came. We were just talking about you.” Lasharra answered her. “You were marvelous last night.”
“Na, it was nothing. I would do anything for you.” Wahanly said as she bowed before the queen with her fist over her heart.
“Well, we were very grateful for your help. We have never seen those weapons you use before last night.” Lasharra said.
“Yeah, I wanted to show you them first because I couldn’t test them anywhere else besides the Holy Lands. Last night was just a happy accident could use them on a live subject.” Wahanly said with a smile.
“You mean you used those weapons without ever testing them yet?” Chiaia exclaimed.
“Tis fine, we found the weapons to be most impressive.” Lasharra cut her off. “Those other containers you brought on board contain similar weapons by chance?”
“They most certainly do your highness.” Wahanly said with a happy glee and the two giggled.
“How very exciting, but do you happen to know who our attackers might have been?” Lasharra asked Wahanly.
“No, I’m sorry I don’t.” Wahanly answered her.
“Oh Chiaia, did the man you find by the forest last night have any information that was of use?” Lasharra asked. She wanted to shift any question of the man they were holding away from the fact he was pilot of the white Scared mechanoid.
“No your majesty, he hasn’t said a thing.” Chiaia answered.
“Rumor has it he was just a farm hand.” Wahanly said. “But, what if he was the pilot of that white mecha? Oh yeah like that could happen. Who ever heard of a male Scared Mechamaster Assassin before?” Wahanly said laughingly.
Both Lasharra and Chiaia were taking back at how fast Wahanly put that train of thought together but were glad she dismissed it so easily. Joining in Wahanly’s laugh Lasharra answered her back “I know, seriously.”
“That reminds me Wahanly, did you find out anything about that white mechanoid?” The queen asked Wahanly.
“She just used a basic model that is supplied by the church. There were no modifications done to that model what so ever. Which means it was strictly the pilot’s own power that made it so tough last night.” Wahanly explained to them.
“So all that power just belonged to the pilot?” Lasharra said amazed.
“Yeah, I hope she doesn’t come back.” Wahanly told them. “She was way too strong.”
“How long will the repairs take Wahanly?” Chiaia asked.
“Well, your mechanoid will have to be sent back to the church for repairs. The damage is too extensive and many of the main components will have to be replaced. Mine on the other hand should only take a few hours to repair because I didn’t fight that white mechanoid head on.” Wahanly reported.
“ So we are back down to one Scared Mechanoid to defend the Swan, and with the white and black mechanoids still out there not to mention the others were are at a sever handicap.” Chiaia said out loud.
“No worries, I kind of had a feeling about this might happen and I am all over it.” Wahanly said with a smile.
“Queen Lasharra!” Angela called to her from the window.
“She’s here!” Lasharra said running to the window.
A Purple mechanoid with gold trim and a bushy pink hair arrived at the Swan and was flying into its mechanoid bay. It moved into a crouching position and the pilot began to exit the mechanoid as Lasharra and Chiaia enter the mechanoid holding bay.
“Wait, is that my sister?” Chiaia asked.
“Now we have two mechanoids again. At least until yours can be fixed.” Lasharra answered.
As the mechanoid pilot exited the bubble her mechanoid suit (if you could call it that) was a full body net stocking that was held in places by leather straps about 3 inches wide that went across her very ample breast and a leather thong that did little to cover her pussy and rode up through her tight ass cheeks. She was a very tall woman of 5’11” with bright pink hair. If you were could imagine a dominatrix pink haired Barbie you would be pretty close. Her breast were easily 44DD if not a little bigger.
“Oh Lasharra, you have grown so much since the last time I saw you!” The pilot yelled as she ran up to Lasharra hugging her to her chest almost smothering the queen in between her breast.
“Mexiah! That is her majesty Queen Lasharra now!” Chiaia exclaimed.
“I know and I missed your coronation too. I’m so sorry but I couldn’t get away to attend it, but I’m here now!” Mexiah said cheerfully as she let go of the queen.
“Ok Mexiah, what are you doing here?” Chiaia asked.
Grabbing Chiaia’s cheeks and pulling on them she said “After flying all night to get here is this how you greet your loving sister?”
“Stop! That seriously hurt!” cried Chiaia knocking away Mexiah’s hands from her face.
“Teachers from the Holy Land are strictly prohibited from aiding countries in any way.” Chiaia challenged her sister.
“That rule doesn’t matter when a teacher is protecting her students, and you know that is true.” Mexiah countered.
“Besides, we are borrowing the Scared Mechalord from the Holy Land’s Church so she is fine. Isn’t that right Ulyte?” Lasharra asked him.
“You are exactly right empress.” Ulyte answered her.
“Now then Wahanly, you can focus on the repairs. Chiaia you can fill in Mexiah on everything that is going on.” Lasharra ordered.
“Yes your majesty.” They said in unison.
Lasharra though all they needed to do now was wait on the enemy to spring the trap she set and see what they have caught.
The sun and set before anyone came out to check up on me. The night air had a slight chill to it but I just wrapped the make shift toga tighter around my body to help keep in my body heat. The man that brought me food seemed like a kind person when a dropped off the basket of bread and strange looking fruits.
“Help yourself, you’re hungry aren’t you? Rumor has it that you refuse to speak but I hope that’s not the case. I would love to know your name. I’m Ulyte by the way.” The man told me.
“It would be a pleasure to meet you Ulyte, but under better circumstances. I’m Kenneth, Kenneth Lighthawk.”
“Kenneth Lighthawk. That’s a rather unusual name you have there. My I call you Kenneth?” Ulyte asked.
“I’d like that very much Mr. Ulyte. It’s not that I won’t talk it’s just there is a lot I have been thing about before I can talk.” I responded to him.
“You’re not by chance.” He paused in mid-sentenced. “No, of course you’re not. Well, enjoy Kenneth.” He said as he turned and walked back into the Swan.
I watched him walk back through the door of the Swan and when it closed I examined the food he brought. The bread smelled like it was made earlier today and the exterior hadn’t staled. I didn’t see the point in them trying to poison me at this point of the game. The fruit smelled like apples. I looked and didn’t see any puncture markers on the fruit so I started to apply the methods of foraging I was taught since I was a small boy by my grandparents.
I took the skin of the fruit meat and touched it to my skin and waited to see if there was a reaction. I then did the same to the lips of my mouth, and then I put it on my tongue. I knew most poisonous plants would react to simple contact with my body with simple touches. I also knew that if I would have any kind of allergic reactions only a small amount would be affected and I should be relatively safe.
I was always proud of the fact that my family was deeply rooted in the old ways. We learned to live peacefully off the land and only take what was needed to ensure it would always be there for everyone that came behind us. My grandfather taught me how to hunt and fish. My grandmother taught me how to forage and even some herbal remedies I could make off the land. I know growing up a lot of kids thought I was weird but I never paid it much attention. It was times like these that made me appreciate all they taught me even more than normal.
I began eating the fruit slowly like I was taught and went back to me thinking of the situation I was certainly in. Again, I weighed my options and processed the new small bits of data I observed from Mr. Ulyte. He seemed to know more than he was telling but I could tell he was a genuinely kind person.
As Ulyte closed the door to the holding area the group of spectators was almost comical he thought to himself. Kenneth certainly had a presence about him that interested him and he noted that interest was shared by the entire group. He felt there was just something different about this Kenneth he couldn’t put his finger on.
“Well done Mr. Ulyte, you got him to reveal his name.” Lasharra commended Ulyte.
“Oh no fair, I wanted to do that.” Mexiah pouted.
“Kenneth, call me crazy but he doesn’t seem like he would be a part of an assassination attempt.” Wahanly pondered.
“Either way I still feel bad leaving him out there in the cold.” Angela said.
“Still, I think he is really cute when he shivers.” Vanessa said with a mischievous smile.
“It is not easy to witness but we follow these procedures in case he is an ally to those people that attacked the queen.” Mahya stated.
“You are all making us sound like we are an evil monster.” Lasharra muddled. Then she heard Kenneth sneeze outside which made up her mind to go outside and talk to him.
Opening the door the queen steeped outside she stood before me with her entire entourage standing behind her. She approached the cage and said “We will not let even a prisoner believe we are a monster or damage our precious merchandise.”
“Merchandise?” Wahanly asked her.
“We mean witness.” She retracted. “It would be a great loss if he would die.”
I just sat there listening to this young girl and her entourages talk about me. I was actually thinking how funny she seems to be referring to herself in the first person plural all the time. I almost wondered if she didn’t have some kind of multiple personality or something. Then again I’ve never had any dealings with royalty so maybe that is just normal for them.
Regardless I did catch her meaning and it confirmed my suspicions about being yet another pawn in a cat and mouse game between these people. I knew the time was coming that I would have to choose a side. The masked man or the queen. One had the promise of going back home and the other I felt a sense of true camaraderie. Even though I was a prisoner she has never threaten me and there was a sense of safety with these people.
“You just can’t tell Chiaia about this though she seems like she has a somewhat hostile looks about her. Don’t let her get to you though, she just has and odd personality about her.” Lasharra was telling me.
I noticed Chiaia standing behind her as she reached for the remote and pressed the button. The floor to the cage sudden opened up dropping all the food out of the cage into a net below the cage. I had already jumped on the support beams and grabbed the top of the cage because I didn’t want to be dropped over board.
“What? Oh no, Chiaia?” Lasharra asked as she turned around to face her. “I ah, we didn’t see you there.” Lasharra tried to explain.
Walking past the queen Chiaia approached the cage and said “You’ll have to excuse this viciously hostile look on my face. I can’t help it I just have that kind of personalities.” As she crossed her arms and stared at me through the bars.
“We only said somewhat hostile Chiaia.” Lasharra said remorseful.
Sneezing again Chiaia reached down into the nets getting a few fruit and a piece of bread she tossed it to me through the bars of the cage. Then turned in a huff and stormed off back into the Swan. The others quickly followed her lead.
I finished eating my dinner and sat back to look out into the evening sky. None of the stars seem familiar to me. I could pick out any constellations I grew up with. I wondered just how far away from home I really was.
I drifted off to sleep a little while later thinking of home and everything I was missing out on. I was even remembering the girl that used to babysit me when I was really young who I thought of as my big sister. She had a ton of other sister and no brother so I kind of was adopted into the family as their baby brother. We use to cuddle up on the couch at night when my mom was out of town and watch TV until we fell asleep.
It was in that dream world I could feel here snuggling right up against me now. I could feel her breathe on my neck and the softness of her skin. I could even feel the warmth of her body as she snuggled closer to me. Then the dream started to change into a wet dream. I was dreaming she was nibbling my ear as her hand was running up and down my chest. Then one of her hands started lightly scratching my back as her other hand drifted lower and wrapped around my semi-hard cock. She started stroking it lightly at first but as it hardens her grip became stronger and faster.
A moan escaped my dream world and I spoke to my big sister “Oh god big sis keep stroking my cock. Your hand feels so good.”
“You have a big sister? Well, she’s not here but I’ll be more than happy to take her place Kenneth.” Mexiah told me.
I was startled out my sleep by the sound of her voice and then I realized there was a gorgeous woman wrapped up with me in the blanket as she continued to stroke my hardening cock. The hand that was lightly scratching my back stopped and she helps me in place. I stammered “who are you?”
In a seductive voice she said “I am Mexiah, Chiaia’s big sister but for tonight I’ll be your big sister if you let me.”
It was then I noticed she was naked under the blanket as well when her hard nipples pressed into my chest as she lean into me and started kissing me. After the past month or some or just jacking off to find myself here in this strange world with a beautiful naked older woman I was not going to pass up on a gift like this.
Looking into her emerald green eyes as they sparkled in the moonlight was the most amazing thing I could remember seeing. As she leaned further into me, our lips met with short kisses that grew more passionate by the kiss. The feeling of those big soft breast and hard nipple pressing into my chest was making me harder than I thought possible.
My cock was seriously aching to be inside her as she continued to run her hand up and down my shaft. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her into me harder wanting to feel every square inch of her skin making contact with mine. Our tongues were dueling in each other’s mouths as the heat from our bodies was building.
I knew I didn’t have the will power to for foreplay so I just reached down with both hands and picked her up by her ass and slide her into my lap. This trapped her and holding my cock between our bodies. I lay back on the floor of the cage bringing her soft kissing lips with me. Mexiah adjusted her sitting position and picked her ass up off my lap and lined up my raging 9 inch cock to the entrance of her pussy. At this point, the pre-cum leaking from my head was seeping around her hand and she started rubbing the head of my cock up and down her labia. She even was rubbing the head of my cock across her harden clit.
“By the goddess you are huge. We’ll have to take this slow Kenneth I have never had such a monster inside of me like you have but after this.” Mexiah stop saying as the head of my cock pushed into her tight pussy.
The muscle of her pussy clamped down on the head of my cock causing a moan to escape both of our lips at the same time. Feeling the inferno wet folds of her pussy milking the head of my cock was almost too much for me but I just had to get the rest of my cock buried deep inside of her before I would allow myself to cum.
She leaned forward placing both hands above my head she could better position her pussy on my cock put her huge breast into my face. I had never felt or seen any real life breast this big before.
I took each breast into my hands placing her nipples between my thumb and index fingers. I then gave them both a firm squeeze. This caused a shudder through out Mexiah body and she slide down my shaft another couple of inches.
This gave me a great idea, I took one hand and guided her breast and nipple to my mouth and I started licking and sucking around the nipple. I worked around and around until I had her nipple inside my mouth and I clamped down firmly on the nipple with my teeth while giving the other nipple a rolling pinch.
Mexiah bite down on her bottom lip and screamed as another shudder raced across her body and she slid down a couple more inches. Now I was about half way inside of her and I started giving small thrust using my hips while I was underneath her. I could feel her juices running down my cock.
Groaning Mexiah said “Of my Goddess I don’t have to inside me fully yet? I feel as full as it is I don’t think I can take much more of you inside me.”
When I started flicking my tongue across the head of the nipple trapped between my teeth Mexiah legs gave out as she had the most intense orgasm I had ever seen. Her arms fell and wrapped up my head crushing my face into her giant breast smothering me. Her legs crumpled on both sides of my body and she let out a huge scream as her body weight forced my cock to slam another couple inches deep inside her pussy.
This had me almost completely inside of her. The rippling vibrations of her pussy was milking the cum from my aching balls. We hadn’t even really started fucking yet and just being this deep inside of her was driving me over the edge. I reach back down and with each hand grabbed a handful of her soft round ass cheeks and started fucking her from underneath her in earnest.
I was driving my hips up into her as I used my strength the force her body to slide up and down my shaft. My cock and groining were drenched with her fluids and cum escaping from her orgasming pussy. I gritted my teeth because I was fighting the urge to fill her up with my cum. I wanted this feeling to last as long as I possibly could.
All this time Mexiah was moaning loader and louder. She was unable to control her body any more as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Every single part of her pussy was stretched to its limits and she felt beyond. She thought she could feel Kenneth’s cock head trying to press into her throat. Her heart was racing and the sweat was pouring out of her body. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take but the fact he was still driving in and out of her felt too good to put into words.
“By the Goddess Kenneth cum inside me!” She screamed at me.
That was all I could take I slammed my hips up driving my cock the last few inches inside of her and drove her ass down onto my cock I felt the last oh my cock to ram inside of Mexiah. Her cervix was forced open with this final push as I exploded inside of her. The only way I could compare the sensation would be like feeling a blast from a fire hose shooting out the head of me cock. It wasn’t in spurts it was one was continuous flow of cum pouring out of me straight into Mexiah cervix.
Mexiah felt the last bit of his cock open up her cervix and the rush of molten hot cum spraying directly into her was like nothing she had ever felt in her life. The pain of her cervix opening up like it did was like losing her virginity all over again, but the feeling of his hot cum and the fullness of his cock as it swelled even bigger as he came inside her drove her into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt before. She let out an earth shattering scream that echoed off the walls and across the valley.
She passed out on top of me shuddering and shaking for the last few remaining spurt of cum shooting into her. My arms wrapped up her body and held her in place as my violet orgasmic shakes subsided. I could feel my cock pulsing deep inside her trying to give her the last drop I had left to give.

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Fantasy

The Pendant – Chapter 1

The Pendant
Chapter 1
Dan Saunders had always wanted to be an archaeologist since he was a young boy. Now at age 40 he was a professor at the local university and gave lectures on archaeology, and sometimes organised field trips for the students. Today he was excavating in an area near an ancient abbey in the north of England. He had already uncovered roman treasures including coins and pottery. He was sweeping across the ground with his metal detector when is beeped loudly. He pinpointed the exact spot under the detector and took out his small trowel and began to carefully dig. He soon saw what appeared to be a gold chain, and as he dug further he discovered that it was attached to some kind of pendant.
He completely removed it from the ground and put it inside a plastic bag and labelled it. Just then his phone rang. It was his wife Sarah asking him what time he would be home for dinner. He replied that he would be home within the hour. He put the pendant in his pocket and walked towards his car. As he drove home he wondered what the strange item of jewellery was. He would soon find out perhaps after he cleaned it up and could look at it closely.
He arrived home to find his wife Sarah in the kitchen cooking dinner. “Hi darling”, he said. “Oh hi dear. Did you find anything interesting today”.
“No, not really, just some coins and pottery”. He didn’t want to mention the pendant just yet. Sarah was an average height brunette who still had a great figure for her 35 years. She was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt which made her still firm breasts stick out. The light blue shorts she wore clung to her round firm ass and made her tanned legs look beautiful, long and slender. He always liked looking at his wife when she dressed like that and he made his cock stir just watching her. He made his way to the living room where he found his beautiful 10 year old daughter Louise lying on the floor watching TV. “Hi baby, how is my favourite girl”?
“Daddy, Daddy”! She jumped up from the floor and threw her arms around her father and hugged him tight. They shared a close bond and seeing as she was an only child, she was spoilt something rotten. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a small tank top, both of which accentuated her firm young body. He squeezed her gently by holding her hips close to him. She smelled very clean and knew she would have showered on her return home from school. Sarah then called out that dinner was ready and Dan and Louise went to the kitchen for dinner.
After dinner Dan excused himself and said he was going to his study to look and the coins and pottery which he had found. He entered his study and took out the pendant from the plastic bag. He looked at it under a magnifying glass but could not see clearly any markings on it. He placed it in a bowl of cleaning fluid along with the coins and returned to join his wife and daughter downstairs. They were both laying on the floor gently swinging their legs to and fro. Dan thought they could have been sisters if he didn’t know better. “Anything good on TV tonight”, he asked. “We will watch our soaps and then there are a couple of movies on later. Failing that we could always watch a DVD” replied Sarah. “What is it with you girls and soaps”? he asked.
“Daddy don’t start that again, you always say it when we want to watch our soaps” said Louise.
Dan resigned to watching what the girls wanted – for now, and sat down on the sofa behind his wife and daughter. Louise got up and asked her father is she could sit with him for a while. He said she could and she snuggled up closely to her father and continued to watch TV. She was lying down with her head on his thigh and facing the TV. He stroked her arm gently and she let out a faint sigh.
The soaps over and a movie finished, Sarah told Louise it was time for bed. Louise got up and said goodnight to her father and kissed him gently on the lips. He said goodnight and watched as his wife and daughter go upstairs. He decided to go to his study to see what the cleaning solution had revealed about the pendant. To his surprise he could see that there was an engraving on it. He placed it under the magnifying glass and could clearly see the engraving was of a man and woman clearly in the act of having sex. He turned it over and could see some words but could not decipher any of them. It was a language he had never seen before. He decided to show the pendant to his wife. He made his way to the bedroom, passing the bathroom on the way, which was slightly ajar. He stopped and could see Sarah in the shower. “Wow, what a body” he thought. He went to the bedroom and hung the pendant on the handle of the wardrobe. He undressed and sat on the bed watching TV. He would use the shower after Sarah had finished. She walked into the bedroom completely naked and Dan was surprised at this but didn’t complain. She kept her brown pussy hair finely trimmed and Dan would not have it any other way. Just then he noticed that the pendant began to swing from side to side as his wife dried herself in front of the wardrobe mirror. She moved away and the pendant stopped. He thought nothing of it and went to take his shower. He then decided to have a shave and while he was doing this he heard faint moaning coming from the bedroom. He finished shaving and went back to join Sarah. He was totally stunned at what he saw. Sarah was on her back and was feverishly masturbating, shoving her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. “OH MY GOD WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME”!
Dan looked at the pendant and it was swinging wildly over the door handle. Dan joined his wife of the bed and asked her what had happened. “FUCKED IF….. I’M COMING, I’M COMING”! She took her fingers from her pussy and a gush of her cum sprayed all over the bed, some hitting Dan in the face. “Oh Jesus, what the fuck just happened”? she asked. I don’t know I was in the bathroom” said Dan. “I went to the wardrobe to get my nightie and suddenly felt horny as hell and I couldn’t wait to orgasm. I just felt this sudden urge to masturbate”. Dan glanced at the pendant. It was moving very slowly now and he noticed that it had stopped and suspected this strange object had something to do with his wife. Sarah got up and said she needed a shower again and went to the bathroom. Dan looked at it and it was completely still. He approached the wardrobe but still it remained motionless. He then thought that the pendant would only move in the presence of a female. He decided to wait until his wife came back and see what happened. Sarah entered the bedroom and the pendant began to move again. That’s it, Dan thought. He went to the wardrobe and removed the pendant, opened the door and placed it on the top shelf. He hoped his wife had not seen it. He got into bed and Dan noticed his wife had already drifted off to sleep.

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A Day in the Life of a Biker Gang

Dixie put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, getting everyone’s attention. He saw the sky beginning to brighten, and it was time to leave. He pulled his pants closed and shrugged into his leather jacket.
“Come on, assholes, time to go!” he shouted, and kicked Boinker’s feet as he went through the door, waking him up. He went outside under the purple sky and kicked his chopper to life with a snarl and a roar that alerted everyone inside. He saw Tommy come running out with his pants flapping loose and the redhead over his shoulder. She was buck naked and mostly unconscious as he sat astride his bike and kicked it alive. The girl was sitting facing him, and he tucked her legs up behind him to keep them off the exhaust. That was kind of him, Dixie noted.
Alfa had his pants and leather on, but he had two girls over his shoulders as he came out. “Here.” he said, handing one of them to Boinker when they reached their rides.
“We ride!” he shouted. The little brunette held tight against his back as he put it in gear and spun out in a semi-circle before hitting the road. The rest of his pack was right behind him as they roared down the road, eating up the miles.
About noontime, Dixie spotted a pullout and blasted his engine three times with the clutch in, letting everyone know they were pulling over. The only other vehicle there was an older RV, with a family of three in it, husband, wife, and teen age daughter. The husband gathered his women close to him by their picnic table as the bikes roared in.
“Honey, those girls with them are naked.” Judy Patterson said to her husband Earl.
“Don’t look, Becky.” her father instructed. “Nobody look at them. Don’t give them an excuse to come over here.”
They watched the bikers park all together, the the girls on the bikes were all injected with something that made them smile as they went to sleep.
“Howdy folks.” Dixie called out, and Earl gave him a little wave as he ushered his family back to the RV. “Where ya headed?”
“Gotta go!” Earl called out, but Mickey and Joe were standing between them and the vehicle.
“Hey mister, before you go, could you maybe spare a little gas?” Mickey asked, stepping closer to them. He was off the sidewalk and onto the grass border now. Joe went around the other side of the RV and out of sight.
“Uh, sorry, I don’t have any extra.” Earl said. “How about if I give you a ten and you can buy some at the next station?”
“Not sure I can make it that far, mister. That’s why we stopped here.” Mickey told him. Earl shrugged, put his arm around the waists of his wife and daughter and started back to the RV.
“I’m sorry, really I am, but like I said, we can’t help you. If you’ll excuse us…” Mickey stepped in front of them, blocking their way.
“You gonna leave me here stranded?” Mickey asked. “That just ain’t right, man.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Earl asked. “I don’t have any gas in a can for you, and I offered you money. Please just let us leave in peace.”
“I’ll tell ya what you’re supposed to do. If you was to be a good guy and all. A good guy would let me siphon some outta your tank. A REAL good guy would offer to share some of that fine pussy you got under your arms.”
“You want… I’m not a good guy, I guess.” Earl said angrily. “Good day, sir!”
As Earl tried to walk around Mickey, the biker punched him right in the nose, breaking it and sitting the older, heavier man on his ass beside the picnic table.
“Yeah, I ain’t a good guy, either.” Mickey said, laughing. “Hey, bitch, where YOU going?” He reached out his arm and snagged Judy around the waist, catching her as she started to bolt for the RV.
“Becky, RUN!” Judy screamed at her daughter, startling the girl out of her shock. Becky darted to the side, then made for the driver’s side of the RV. She was behind the wheel when she realized the keys were in her father’s pocket.
She saw Dixie appear in the window, grinning at her.
“What’s your name, sweetie?” he asked her in his most charming voice.
“Becky.” she told him, hesitantly. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Hell, I ain’t gonna hurt you, little girl. Unless…”
“Unless what?” she asked fearfully.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked her. She nodded, biting her lip.
“Then it’s going to hurt a little.” he admitted, grinning again.
“Please no!” she begged, beginning to cry. “Please, anything but that!”
“Anything?” he asked her. “If I promise not to take your virginity, will you suck cock for me?”
She swallowed hard, considering, then nodded. “I’ve never done it before, but yeah, I’d rather do that than have you… fuck me.”
“Come on out of there, then. Come on out here and get on your knees.” he said, opening the door for her. “Come on, unless you’ve changed your mind. I don’t mind dragging you out of there and taking your asshole first. Not a bit.” he said, grinning. He stepped back and gestured to the ground in front of him, inviting her to step outside. “All you have to do is suck some cock, and I won’t fuck you in the ass. Deal?”
Her face looked grimly determined as she hopped down. “Deal.” she said.
He took her hand and led her around the front of the RV, back over to the picnic table, where her father was just beginning to come around from Mickey’s punch. His face and shirt were covered in his blood. There was no sign of her mother or the other bikers.
“Where is my mom?” she asked. “Daddy, are you okay?” Dixie grabbed her arm and prevented the girl from going to the stricken man.
“They’re both fine.” Dixie told her, pulling around to face him. “Now, I believe you have some cock-sucking to do.”
“No, wait, not in front of my fath-” Dixie slapped her and cut her off.
“What, you think I’m going to leave him here by himself so he can escape? Don’t be so stupid, slut. Now get to sucking, or I’m taking that little asshole first. I already told you that.”
He pushed Becky to her knees roughly, pulling his pants open with one hand. “Show your daddy what a good whore you are…”
“Let her go.” Earl said weakly, struggling to get up on his elbows. He could see his daughter on her knees in front of the biker. One fist was holding her hair, the other was pointing an enormous erection inches from her face. Rage filled him, but his body would not obey his brain’s commands just yet.
“Daddy, I have to.” Becky said, pleading with her voice. She tried to turn her head to look at him, but Dixie tightened his grip in her hair and forced her to face his cock again.
“No, you don’t Becky.” Earl gasped weakly. “Let her go, you animal!” he said.
“Do it, Becky.” Dixie encouraged her. “Come on, baby, show your daddy how good you can do it. Show him, and I promise I won’t do that other thing.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I have to.” she said miserably, then opened her mouth and took him in willingly.
“No, no, baby, no, don’t do that!” Earl sobbed. He tried to get up, but he was too dizzy and ell back down. “Let her go, you bastard!”
“Ohh, yeah, baby, you suck it good. Have you done this a lot?” Dixie asked, moaning.
Becky took her mouth off him and shook her head.
“No, this is my first time.” she said honestly. ‘You really think I’m okay at it?”
“Hell yeah!” Dixie agreed heartily. He looked at her father and grinned. “No way is this your first time, baby. I bet you’ve done this to dozens of boys in your school, haven’t you? I bet your quite the little slut when your daddy’s not looking, aren’t you? The only shame you have right now is that daddy IS looking. He’s watching you suck my cock right now, Becky, I can see him.”
Dixie let go of the girl’s head, and she kept going all on her own, bobbing her face up and down, sliding her lips all along his length. Earl was livid with rage, but helpless to do anything but watch.
“Oh, yeah, he can’t look away, Becky. I’ll bet he wishes it was HIM your were sucking off right now.” he said. Becky jerked back in alarm, looking over at her father.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, slut.” he said, grabbing Becky’s hair again and stuffing his cock back in her mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about what he’s doing, Becky. We sure have HIS attention!”
“Please let her go?” Earl begged. “Please? I’m begging you…”
“OH MY GOD NO, TAKE IT OUT OF MY ASS!!!” they heard Judy scream from the woods a short distance away.
“No, Judy-” Earl said, struggling to get up again. “Oh, Judy, no, no…”
Dixie pushed Becky back onto her ass and took two long strides over to where Earl lay, then kicked the man as hard as he could, right between the legs. Earl screamed and doubled up.
“Oops.” Dixie laughed. “Just when it got all hard, thinking about lil ‘ol Becky’s mouth. Well, maybe she can kiss it better for you.”
“How about it, Becky?” Dixie said, turning back to her. “Kiss it better for your poor old daddy there.”
She cast a terrified glance at her father, then shook her head. “No, I… I can’t! It’s wrong!”
“Becky, run!” Earl gasped, still doubled up.
“If she runs, I’ll kill you.” Dixie said, looking right at Becky. “She has exactly one minute to get over here and start kissing you better.”
“No, please no!” Becky begged, but Dixie just crooked his finger at her, beckoning her forward. He pointed at her father’s groin, a stern expression on his face. She shuddered and crawled over.
“Get his shorts off, honey.” Dixie ordered her. Becky blanched at the command, a stubborn look on her face. “Get his shorts off, or I’ll kick him again. Do you want that?” Becky paled and shook her head quickly, reaching for her father’s waistband.
“Show him your titties.” Dixie told her, after she had pulled her father’s Bermuda shorts down to his knees. “He needs something to get it hard again after I kicked him down there.” He drew his foot back, threatening another kick, until Becky obeyed his order.
Becky sat up on her haunches and unfastened the top three buttons on her blue sundress, then pushed the short sleeves down her arms and let the top half fall to her waist.
Dixie whistled appreciatively as she bared her breasts. “Damn, girl, I don’t know if it’s working on him, but it sure is on me!” he laughed. “Come on girl, bend back down there and get to sucking!”
She turned and looked up at Dixie, her eyes brimming with tears. “Please don’t make me do it to my Daddy. Can I just do it for you again instead?”
Dixie knelt down next to her, grabbing another fistful of hair at the back of her head. Her hands flew up to ease the pain of his grip, which did awesome things to her titties. He pushed her down into her father’s groin.
“I told you to suck the cock, slut!” he said, forcing her face to touch Earl’s soft penis lying flaccid against his thigh. “Take it in your mouth and suck it! NOW!!” he roared.
Becky squirmed in his grip, trying to free herself of his painful grip and trying to ignore the heat of her father’s dick pressed against her cheek.
Earl was trapped, Dixie’s free hand was gripping his throat and holding him down. Every time he tried to struggle, Dixie would tense his grip and strangle him, until Earl quickly learned to just lay still and not struggle.
“In your mouth, you little slut, get that cock between your lips!” Dixie ordered the girl, moving her head into position. Becky obediently opened her mouth and took it in, hearing her father choking.
Earl was a devout Baptist, and had been all his life. He didn’t hold with “perverted” sex, and had never considered asking his wife Judy to do that to him. He would have thought less of her if she had ever expressed any interest in doing it, too. If she had tried when they were courting, he would have broken it off right there.
When he felt the mouth of his daughter close over him, softly sucking, his body responded to the stimulation, much to his horror. Dixie was moving her head up and down, and grinned into the man’s face.
“Tell her when you’re about to come.” Dixie told him. “Give her some warning, so she can get ready for it.”
“No, please, don’t make her do that!” Earl gasped. “Becky, baby, I’m so sorry, Daddy’s so sorry, baby girl, Daddy’s sorry!” he cried. “Please, sir, I’m begging you, let her go! Don’t make her do this!”
“I’m not making her do anything. Sucking cock was her choice.” Dixie replied. “Do a good job, Becky, make that cock you are sucking on cum in your mouth. Swallow every drop, and I’ll keep my promise to you. You have my word.”
He let go of her hair, and to his great surprise and horror, Becky kept going, sucking his cock with renewed vigor. Dixie had both hands on Earl’s chest now, physically holding him down.
“Becky?” Earl gasped, panicking. “Becky, stop that! Stop that right now! Becky, I can’t…” He fell silent, gasping, trying to distract himself, but failing. “Becky, baby, stop it, I’m sorry, baby, I’m… I’m so sorry!!”
Becky felt torrents of hot, sticky saltiness coating the insides of her mouth suddenly.
“Swallow it, Becky.” Dixie commanded, so Becky obeyed. A few more spurts erupted, and she swallowed those, too, then let her father’s cock slip from her lips as he finished.
“I’m so sorry, Becky, can you ever forgive me?” Earl whispered miserably.
“It wasn’t your fault, Daddy. He made us do it.” she whispered back.
“Enough.” Dixie said, pulling the girl to her feet. “It’s my turn now.”
“No wait, you promised!” Becky wailed, resisting his grip on her arm, but he was much too strong for her and dragged her back to the RV. “You liar! You promised!”
“I promised not to fuck your asshole first, and I won’t.” Dixie said, pulling the back door of the RV open.
“Not bad.” he said, looking around the big room inside. “Let’s get this the rest of the way off.”
He pushed her sundress down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. “And the panties. You won’t be needing these on any more…” He peeled them down off her hips and let them fall, as well.
“No, wait, I…” she said weakly, covering her crotch with both hands and hiding from his sight by turning slightly. She looked up at him.
“Could I just… could I suck it again?” she asked shyly. “Actually, I didn’t mind it so much. Not really.”
“You want to do it again?” Dixie chuckled. Becky nodded shyly, hesitant to admit it. “Are you willing to beg for it? Talk to me dirty, and beg for it?” he asked her.
She got on her knees and nodded. “Please? Please let me s-suck your cock?” she stammered.
“I don’t know…” he mused. “I think you’ll have to suck off three cocks to escape spreading your legs for me. Are you willing to do that?”
She blanched, but she nodded. “Yes. I’ll suck off three cocks.” she told him.
“And swallow all the cum?” he asked. “I’m warning you, if you spill even one drop of it, all three of us will fuck you, starting with your asshole first.”
That made her remember the taste of her father’s come, and she nodded again, grimacing as she unconsciously licked her lips. “I’ll swallow it all.” she promised.
Dixie saw the look on her face and laughed. “You little slut, you liked it, didn’t you?”
She shook her head. “Of course not.” she said. “You made me do it. I never would have done, otherwise.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.” he agreed. “You were a prissy little goody two shoes before tonight. But that doesn’t change the fact that you enjoyed doing it.”
“But I didn’t!” she protested, whining. “You made me do it!”
“I didn’t make you like it, though, did I?” he asked, smirking.
“I didn’t like it.” she said sullenly.
“Well, when you suck the three cocks to fulfill your end of the bargain, you better make me BELIEVE you like it.” he told her. “Stay on your knees and pretend to like it right now. Beg me to let you suck my cock.”
“Okay.” she smiled. “You were right before, when you said I enjoyed it. You were right, and I lied to you. I did enjoy doing it.” she said. “I liked sucking your cock. I even liked sucking my daddy’s cock, once I got going on it. I liked it when you moved my head up and down with your hand in my hair, too. I liked that you were MAKING me do things.”
“Did you now?” he muttered under his breath, but she heard him anyway.
“Yes, I did.” she said. “You want to know something else? Secretly, I want you to make me do more things, too. If I HAVE to, if you are MAKING me do it, then it’s not my fault, right?” She looked up into his face eagerly, looking for approval.
“You little slut.” he laughed. “Come here. Come over here and turn around.”
She got up and went over to him, a little fearful. She kept trying to look at him over her shoulder as he spun her around. “Look out the window.” he told her.
He put her hands on the back of a chair, then changed his mind and had her bend over, putting her palms flat on the cushion instead. The top of the back of the seat was right against her lower belly, holding her up as he gently kicked her feet apart.
“Oh, what?” she grunted, feeling him grope between her legs with his fingers. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up.” he told her. “You have no choice in this.”
She felt something hard probing between her labia, then it entered her, making her grunt with the sudden pain of being stretched open down there.
“No, no, wait!” she cried out, but he ignored her. She felt him pushing steadily inside her, the brief sting of her hymen tearing bringing tears to her eyes. “Ohh, no, why did you do that?” she wailed. “You promised!”
“I told you to shut up, slut.” he said, beginning to fuck the young teenager trapped under him. “Don’t worry; you’re going to like this part, too.”
“Unngh, I… it’s already begun to feel good.” she moaned, feeling his big cock moving inside her. “Do it a little faster!”
“Like this?” he asked, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. “Are you going to come on my cock if I keep doing this?”
“Ohh, YES!” she wailed out. “God, don’t stop, don’t stop! I’m, I’m… UNNGH! OH GOD!!” she screamed, spasming so hard he had to use both hands to keep her in place. He pulled his cock away and let her go as she finally settled down.
“Hey, there you are.” shouted Rocky, pulling his bike into the pullout. “I was passed out in the back room. Thank god I found you guys! Did I miss anything?
“The usual.” Dixie told him, clapping him on the back. “Since you got to sleep in, you get to gas up all the bikes before we pull out of here. Siphon it out of this rig here.” Dixie slapped the side of the RV and went back inside.

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Tasting Wine part II

The weekend seemed to fly past, I didn’t even get to do half of the things I wanted to do before Monday came around again. I came into the lab early as usual, Martha wasn’t there yet, so I set to getting the sample equipment ready, I refilled the chemical bottles and booted up the computers. Just as I were about to leave to get some coffee, one of the guys brought in a batch of samples pulled from the wine tanks, saying that the wine maker wanted the results ASAP. Well that was not an order you refuse, so I took the samples from him and started testing them; it wasn’t hard work, but time-consuming and tedious. The door opened and Martha came in, greeting me with a sunny smile,
“Good morning Ryan.”
I gave her a nod and a smile, couldn’t fight a smile that sunny,
“Good morning Martha, good weekend?”
I turned back to the samples, she came over,
“Kind of yes, but this is the last production week, I’m glad about that.”
I filled in the results from the sample I was testing,
“Ryan’s samples?”
I nodded,
“Yeah he wanted them tested, I only have these two to run then I’m done.”
“Why don’t you go get us some coffee and I’ll finish up here?”
I stepped away from the table,
“Sure, milk three sugar?”
She nodded,
“Yes, you actually know this?”
I shrugged,
“One does tend to learn after a season.”
She chuckled and turned to work on the samples and I went to fetch coffee, the rest of the day passed quite quickly, Ryan came in to chat with her about a few of the tanks performing sub-standard and that was about the only visitors we had. Tuesday started off basically the same, except this time I already had coffee when the first samples came in, from what I have heard it seemed that the chemicals they added, stabilized the wine and the test results looked much better than Monday’s.
Martha came in a bit later than usual, a slight blush on her cheeks, of course I had no idea what it was about, so I went on with things as usual. She went on with her work and I did mine, she was abnormally quiet though and I wondered if she got chewed out for being a bit late, but usually that would upset her and she can be a very temperamental girl when she gets a talking to. It was at lunch time that the reason for her silence and the blush became evident, she asked me to help her with something in the storage room. As I entered the storage room, the door closed behind me and I heard the lock click close, the overhead lights was off, but the light from the computer screen was enough to illuminate the room, it wasn’t very big as we didn’t need too much space for the more dangerous chemicals.
I turned and found that Martha stood at the door, almost ripping off her lab coat; I felt two very distinct emotions, anxiety and elation. In the half-light I could make out that she wore baggy cargo pants and a sensible shirt, she started to unbutton her shirt and looked over at me,
“Come on there isn’t that much time.”
I hesitated, she was after all a married woman, but I lost a lot of my trepidation when she peeled off her shirt, revealing her toned body and white bra cupping her massive chest. I slipped out of my t-shirt and pulled off my sneakers and socks, she didn’t even bother with her bra, she just unbuckled her pants and let them drop, kicking off her sandals as she stepped out of her pants, it was then that I caught a whiff of arousal and I wondered how she got so worked up.
The answer came unexpectedly when she slipped off her white bikini cut panties and reached between her legs, she pulled out a light pink object that softly hummed and then stopped; it occurred to me that she had a mini-vibrator stuck up her pussy for the past six hours. That explained the blush and the sudden rush to get me in here, already my cock was straining against its confinements and I undid the buckle of my jean shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor as I slipped off my briefs, freeing my cock.
To say she attacked me, might seem a bit harsh, but one instant I was still getting out of my clothing, the next moment I had my hands filled with warm flesh as arms and legs clamped around me, lips finding mine and a tongue prying it’s way into my mouth. Not that it needed much prying, I opened my mouth to meet her tongue with my own, to say she was turned on was an understatement, the woman was simply mad with desire. She writhed, grinded and moaned as I squeezed her ass, her wet mound grinding into me, the cot was the only answer and we soon found ourselves on it.
Her legs practically fell open, I used one hand to guide myself to her sopping wet pussy and entered her tight confines, at the penetration she moaned harder, pushing up with her hips to get more and more I provided by thrusting hard into her. I didn’t know how I never noticed it the first time, but her pussy was fucking tight, it felt like I was pushing my way into a silk-lined vice. Ripples seem to run through the walls of her pussy and in the tight confines it felt much more like little fingers was gripping and releasing my cock as it forced deep into her.
She held tightly onto my shoulders, her legs locking around my waist, her heels pressing onto my buttocks as our mouths feverishly worked against each other. By the second hard thrust I bottomed out, she writhed underneath me as she tried to get more into her, moaning loudly into my mouth. I started thrusting inside of her, hard and picking up pace with each passing moment, our groins met loudly as she used her legs as leverage to lift her hips up into my thrusts. The storage room was well insulated, thus it was rather sound proof, the ventilation opened to the outside, so to hear her muffled moans and the smacking of our groins you would have to sit on the roof near the vents.
Not that I was thinking of being discovered right then, I was bent on giving her what we both wanted, pleasure. I didn’t know about her, but judging from the moaning and writhing, we were both giving and taking a lot of that pleasure we wanted. As I kept pounding her tight pussy, she convulsed, her muscles seemed to clamp down so hard that I couldn’t move, but with the juices she so copiously supplied, I still could, but not as fast as before. Her body slowly relaxed after a few moments and our combined thrusts picked up again, the smacking of our groins now grew louder as it became wet skin on skin.
Of course thrusting continuously into such tight confines does tend to rush things, the convulsions and rippling of her muscles along that velvety interior did nothing to stem the tide of my rising orgasm. There was no need to warn her of my impeding orgasm, she seemed to sense it or even know about it, she just locked her ankles behind my back and urged me on. Of course I was in no position to object and while a small portion of my brain did try to, it didn’t get far amidst the overload of feelings, the sensual kissing, her muffled moans and the pure erotic sound of our groins slamming into each other.
I orgasmed. Hard. I was vaguely aware of her teeth biting my lower lip, her moans turning to a scream and her pussy seeming to almost try to squeeze the life out of my cock. I just moved my arms from next to her, to underneath her and pulled her against me, there was a slight loss of time and space and when I did return back to earth it was to find my lip bleeding and Martha convulsing as she moaned softly, her arms still wrapped around me. To be honest it seemed to take us both quite some time to gather our senses, get our bearings and drag ourselves into our clothing. At long last she switched on the lights, by then we were both dressed and she slipped her little toy into one of her coat’s pockets.
“What was that all about?”
She actually blushed,
“Well…I kind of got lonely the weekend and well after Saturday I just decided to try something new.”
She laughed softly,
“I misjudged the effect your company and my little toy would have and well this was the result.”
I just looked at he; she in turn glanced at her watch,
“We got to run if you still want some sort of lunch.”
With that she unlocked the door and before I could get in another word, she slipped out. To say that I was shell-shocked would have been a gross understatement, of course the lingering effects of our vigorous coupling and the very intense orgasm was still in my system, so the tired contentment was enough for me at that moment and that is something I could live with. I got up from where I was sitting on the cot and left, leaving the door open, I locked the laboratory door behind me and headed downstairs to get my food.
The rest of the week went by pretty slowly, Martha got me to massage her neck and shoulders as we chatted, gone was the woman who had so avidly tried to seduce me and succeeded. This suited me just fine, the whole having sex with a married woman still freaked me out when I thought about it. Friday we finished, the work that remained after the last grapes came in, could be handled by the permanent people and I figured that Martha only kept me around until then to get a few kinks out of her system, pun intended.
Two weeks passed and I received a call Friday morning, it was Ann. She wanted to know what I had on for Saturday, being me, there was nothing of course, she told me that there was a barbeque for most of the people who worked the past season and that I was one of those on the list. Well free meat, who would turn that down? The only thing I had to take was my own drinks and a chair, Saturday came along and I showed up at the cellars with a cooler box and two comfortable camping chairs on the back of the motorbike.
It was a new meet-and-greet as some of the extended families was invited as well, I ended up sitting on the cooler box, Martha on one of my chairs and the Cellar manager’s daughter on the other side. As is usually the case with such functions, all the men gathered around the fire and the women flocked together for their juicy gossiping. Only problem was that Martha had promised me unimaginable pain if I went over to the fire, so I sat there, feeling kind of out of my depth as the women chattered around me.
It soon turned out that Vern could not make it and that Martha was there alone, since I was the only single male there, it was my job to keep her company. She had a light summer dress on; it came to mid-thigh, was light purple and showed off a lot of her silky smooth legs. Although I have seen her naked twice now, it was actually strange how I have not noticed how sexy her legs were. But then again, she usually hid under her lab coat and wore very unflattering cargo pants and hiking boots, not bare skin and light sandals.
The only thing that troubled me was the amount of wine she consumed, although she stayed lucid and her speech didn’t seem impeded, I have seen her drunk enough times to know that she would not be driving home. After lunch and a few thank you’s from various of the management the people slowly left, until it was just Martha, Ann and her husband and me left. We cleaned up the tables, and as I started collapsing my chairs, Martha came to stand next to me, I glanced at her,
“How are you feeling?”
She smiled,
“Like I had ten bottles of wine.”
I laughed,
“Actually three, but from what I tasted, you might have a winner this year.”
Her smile was a happy one as it was a very well known fact that I did not like wine at all and the ones I did taste and commented on was the better ones. I still don’t like wine at all, give me beer and rum and I’m happy.
“Ryan? I have a teeny request.”
I straightened up,
“Yes?”
“Could you take me home? I know I can’t drive straight, how I carried those plates I have no idea. You can leave your bike here? It is safe.”
I finished the last chair and then straightened up,
“And where will I sleep?”
She frowned and then brightened up,
“We have a guest room; I can bring you back tomorrow.”
I ran a hand through my hair,
“Are you certain about this?”
She nodded, slowly,
“Yes I am, Vern has friends over all the time, I’m sure he won’t complain too much if you take me home and sleep over.”
Suppressing a sigh I smiled at her,
“Well I’m bringing my chairs and cooler box along.”
She returned my smile,
“You still have some of that Pepsi in there?”
I nodded,
“Good! Please bring it along.”
And that is how I ended up behind the wheel of her brand-new Nissan Navara, being used to a motorbike the thing felt absolutely huge, the drive to their place took us almost half an hour longer than it would have normally taken. I had to admit that they had quite a pretty house, it wasn’t large, but the off-white wall and the dark grey slated roof contrasted nicely with the lush garden. I parked in the driveway, I didn’t trust myself enough to pull it into the garage, taking my cooler box off of the back, I followed Martha as she headed for the door, fumbling for keys in her handbag.
She finally got the keys and opened the door, pushing it open, she walked inside, to me it seemed like she got more unsteady on her feet, while the opposite should be true. She disabled the alarm and I closed the door behind me, turning the lock to lock it. In the mean time she had come back, opened the box and pulled out one of the cans of Pepsi I had in the box, by now some of the ice had melted, but the cans was still cold. She opened the tab and motioned for me to follow her, we walked down a short hallway, past two rooms whose doors faced each other. She led me into a room with a huge bed, everywhere earthy colours, I doubted that this was the guest room.
She motioned me to follow her and led the way through another door, when I entered she was seated on the top of a wash basin unit, the Pepsi behind her, next to all her make-up, the wash basing to her left. She smiled and motioned me closer, it occurred to me that apart from directions, we haven’t actually spoken since we got into her vehicle. So this was a dilemma, either be a good boy and refuse as this was clearly leading towards one thing only, on the other hand…just look at her! By God if she was any taller she could have been a model!
Keeping my eyes on her full lips, I moved closer, those lips curled into a smile and when I came into reach, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer, her legs wrapping around my waist, her hands letting go of my shirt and pulling my head down for a kiss. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate very quickly, she broke the kiss after a long while and started to undo my shirt, pulling it off. I slipped the thin straps from her shoulders, expecting a strapless bra, surprised at her naked breasts. I cupped her right breast in my left hand, gently massaging it as I kissed her again, she sighed contentedly into my mouth as our tongues darted around.
My right hand found her left breast and her nipples grew hard very quickly under the attention of my fingers, she pulled herself against me with her legs, my cock already growing hard quickly inside my shorts. I wanted to convince myself this was wrong, but even if I could convince myself, how do you argue with two hands filled with soft breast and hard nipples as two sets of nails slowly dragged down your back and the sweet taste of Pepsi, wine and woman filled your mouth and senses?
She finally broke the kiss and pushed me away, lifting the hem of her dress to reveal her black g-string underneath. I wasted no time in sliding off my shorts and briefs; she was struggling to slip the flimsy material off. I reached out and pulled, it couldn’t really take the strain of being caught under her ass and snapped; I tossed the small bit of material aside, pushed her legs wider and looked at her pussy lips glistening in the light. She had made sure it was clean, not a single hair to be seen or found anywhere, I dove right in, my tongue and lips attacking the puffy lips of her sex.
Her hands clasped onto my head, pushing me flush against her groin as my tongue ran over her lips, teased over her clit and dug into her juicy depths, her smell overpowering my senses along with her load moans. I peeked up to see her head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open as she moaned, I set to sucking on her lips, licking up her juices and then rub my tongue over her clit and sucking gently on it, before going back to licking and sucking her lips and lapping up juices. If she had my head between her legs she most probably would have squashed my head as she gave a loud scream, her thighs contracting along with the rest of her body. It occurred to me that she really came quickly, I wasn’t complaining at all about it, in fact…I fucking loved it.
Her grip released on me head and I straightened slightly, replacing my mouth with my fingers, dipping them into her, feeling her pussy convulsing over my fingers as I found her g-spot and started rubbing it firmly. I latched onto her lovely nipples as her breasts heaved with her laboured breaths; it seemed like she was caught between moaning, screaming and talking. No words came out, but her moans was loud, somebody could stand at the front door and hear her, there was no mistaking that she was enjoying herself a lot, I sucked and nibbled on her nipples, slobbering and licking all over her breasts, what seemed to turn her on even more as she shuddered through another orgasm, her pussy trying to clamp down on my fingers, for added measure I rubbed her clit with my thumb, her body continued to shudder uncontrollably, her breathing ragged and fast.
Pushing her legs open again I went down, lapping up all her cum, forcing her backwards, running my tongue over the tight hole of her ass, my nose pressed tightly against her drooling lips, her musky scent filling both my mouth and nose, she shuddered as I licked her tight sphincter, her fingers slipped to her pussy and rubbed her clit just above my nose, she groaned as she started jerking again, more of her cum spilling from her tight interior to run over and past my nose, I moved my head, catching her juices with my tongue, cleaning up her wet pussy and dipping my tongue into her opening as she frigged her clit.
I slid my hand down her leg, she kept her leg wide open as she lay against the mirror, some of the bottles digging into her back as she convulsed through one orgasm after the other. I slowly forced my thumb into her tight sphincter, she tensed a bit, but relaxed as I kept licking at her pussy, as my thumb slid deeper into her, I marvelled at how tight her ass was. I slowly started to move my thumb inside of her, picking up the movement until it was as fast as she was rubbing her wet, hard clit. The next orgasm left her a trembling mess, she gently pried my mouth from her pussy, I watched as she lay on the tiled surface, her body twitching and spasming.
I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up, slipping the band from her hair, allowing them to cascade down her back. She looked up at me, eyes slightly glazed over, a soft smile on her lips, unfortunately the top was too high as I would have loved to see her face change when I thrust into her. But the bed wasn’t, I leaned in to kiss her, she replied languidly, but not unwillingly. Picking her up, I carried her back into the room, funny enough there was a huge mirror on the other side of the room, a low table in front of it.
I placed her down onto the bed and broke the kiss to give more attention to her soft breasts; I loved how the flesh gave way only to bulge out where it found a way passed my fingers, her nipples rock hard and seemingly very sensitive to the touch as she gripped the sheets and squirmed around under my attentions. After a few more moans she seemed to shudder softly through another orgasm as she clenched her teeth and almost stopped breathing for a few moments. By now my cock was aching with need, it needed release and I aimed to give it just that.
Rolling her onto her back and pulling her up onto her hands and knees so that she could face the mirror, I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes met mine in the reflection and her eyes closed as I eased my cock into her pussy, her mouth first forming an O and then fell open into a deep moan. Her tight pussy parted almost greedily for my cock, I released her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands, forcing my cock deep into her. She rocked back along with my hands as I pulled her backwards, my cock sliding out and back into her pussy. Again the tightness surprised me, it was not something I could get used to, I looked at her reflection, her breasts swaying gently with our thrusting, her face contorted into a look of bliss and her hair spilled passed it, partially blocking the view to her breasts.
Leaning forward I pulled her hair onto her back, leaving her breasts uncovered, leaning back I held onto her hair and placed my other hand back on her hip, she pushed back, taking in as much of my cock as she could. Moans filled the room as my cock slid in and out of her slick pussy, her muscles gripping and releasing my cock, the added friction for both our pleasure. I watched her in the mirror, just loving the way her breasts swayed and her face contorted in pleasure, she pushed back into each thrust, trying to force more into her. The pace of my thrusts started to increase, eliciting more moans from her, as my groin started to slap hard against her firm ass, adding to the sound of her throaty moans.
Her breasts bounced madly all over the place as she tried to meet each thrust, I loved watching her reflection as I pounded into her. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build up, I could feel the pleasurable tingle as it started at the base of my cock and since it seemed to add a new dimension for her, I inserted my thumb back into her ass. The result was spectacular, her body convulsed as another orgasm slammed into her, she threw back her head and screamed as her cum squeezed passed my invading cock. I quickly slid my slick cock from her spasming pussy, this time I had enough leverage and pushed her over onto her back. She was still quivering in pleasure when I moved onto the bed to kneel over her, grabbing hold of my cock and giving it a few quick jerks sent my cum shooting from my cock.
Rope after rope of my thick cum splattered on her breasts, some landing on her neck and face, I slowly milked my cock, making sure that I emptied myself as I squeezed the last few drops onto her nipples. I slid from her and laid down next to her, it was a very interesting sight, she lay there for a while, then licked her lips, gathering up some of the cum which had landed there, then she opened her eyes and looked down at herself, then over at me. She grinned,
“We should clean up.”
I nodded, she slowly got up and pushed the dress down over her hips, allowing it to fall to the ground, she almost staggered into the bathroom and soon the shower came to life. I followed her and picked up my clothing, placing it together and then for the first time thought of removing my shoes. I felt kind of stupid that I haven’t, but I for one wasn’t going to blame me, I watched Martha step into the shower and with a lazy wave she motioned me into the shower with her. I followed and pulled the sliding door close behind me, even though it was a fantasy coming true, we were both much more interested in getting into a bed than capitalizing on the situation. After a quick wash and drying off with the fluffy towels she presented, she dragged me back to the bed, we got under the covers and she snuggled up to me, her damp hair cascading over her back to rest on my chest. Her breathing quickly slipped into the slow rhythm of sleep and I gently stroked through her hair for a while. It did pass my mind that I was sleeping in another man’s bed with his wife, but my sleepy brain just shoved the thought aside as I slipped off into sleep.

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The Popular Girl

(This is my first ever story so it probably won’t be great but let me know what you think; good or bad and if everyone likes it, I’ll write a sequel.)
“Fuck”, thought Amber. She had just gotten her math test back and failed, again, big time. She knew she was gonna be in deep shit when she got home and showed her parents….or maybe they didn’t have to know. If she didn’t bring it up then how would they know?
“Amber, stay after class please” said Mr. Hubble.
“Goddamnit, this can’t be good” mumbled Amber.
Class passed very slowly after that. Amber didn’t even focus on the lesson (she usually didn’t but today she didn’t even hear a word) she could only think about what that douchebag of a teacher was gonna say to her after school. If he called her parents she was dead.
Eventually the bell rang and Amber packed up her things and tried to sneak out of the door.
“Not so fast Ms. Harper” yelled Mr. Hubble. “I asked you to stay late, remember?”
“Sorry I forgot” said Amber sheepishly.
“Amber, what are we going to do about your grades? If you continue at this rate then you’re going to fail this class and not graduate”
“I know sir, I know”
“Well we have to fix this and I have a plan as to how”
“And that would be….?” Said Amber, getting a little creeped out.
“I’m going to have to set you up with a tutor”
“Oh”, responded Amber, clearly not what she was thinking. “Well who is it”
“I think Jordan will be a suitable tutor”
“Jordan? Is he that kid that never talks to anyone?”
“I guess. All I know is he has a 97 and can help you”
“Ughh. Fine. Can I go?”
“Yes you may”
Amber didn’t get much sleep that night. Out of all the nerds in her class who could’ve just done her work for her, no, she gets Mr. Doesn’t-Speak. How was this going to work? But then she got an idea. She could persuade him to just do it for her. Sure, she was head cheerleader, blonde, athletic, about 5’4, 120 lbs. 36C tits and the cutest ass in the school. Amber had been using her sexy influence to get things from boys since middle school; she’d just have to do it again.
She found Jordan on Facebook and immediately added him as a friend. She sent a message saying “Hubble wants you to be my tutor.” He responded with “I know”. Great she thought, this guy couldn’t be less interested. She pressed on “When can we start the lessons?” To which Jordan answered “Whenever”. Starting to get frustrated, she abruptly did the thinking for him “Alright fine. Tomorrow after school my house” His answer was “Fine”.
“Oh my fucking god” she thought. “This guy has to be the most boring person in the world, and to make things worse, he seems not to give a shit about who I am.” “There are guys who would give up a leg to come to my house”.
Still a little pissed off about Jordan not respecting her social standing, she began to get ready for tomorrow. If she was to impress this guy, she needed to pull out the big guns. She quickly showered and shaved her legs, did her nails and did a check for any skin blemishes. Then she had to pick out a wardrobe. Usually leaving her top button undone and showing off some cleavage was enough to get any guy to follow her around like a drooling fool. But she knew that this guy would take more. She stood in the mirror and admired her stunning, 17 year old body. “What guy wouldn’t want this?” she said out loud. She ran her hands over her smooth, flat stomach and down towards her shaved pussy except for the small heart right above her clit. Then she ran them all the way back up and played with her beautiful, supple tits. Her nipples got hard and she started to get horny but she quickly shook it out of her mind. There was work to do. She went to her closet and examined all of her clothes. Her daddy owned a bank so she always had the name brand stuff. Gucci, Prada, Guess etc. She walked inside her closet and went to her underwear section. She decided on a pink thong with black lace around the top and a matching bra. She was a 36C but always bought bras a size too small, just for that extra pop of cleavage. She set those aside and began working on the rest of her outfit. She looked at some black yoga pants that hugged her ass in a way she really liked but when she saw her daisy duke cut offs she knew those were the ones. They would really show off her ass and would make sure there was as much skin showing as possible. She then decided on a pink tank top that would show off her nice tits and clung to them no matter how she moved. Satisfied with her choices she laid them out and went off to bed.
Amber over slept and woke up in a hurry. She quickly tossed on her outfit, brushed her teeth and hair and ran down stairs. Her parents opened there mouth to protest but she came down so quickly, kissed them both on the cheek and was out the door that they never had a chance to say anything.
Amber pulled up to the school in her cute little Porsche her dad had bought her and parked it in her usual space. As soon as she stepped out of the car, the stares started. Even for California, she was showing a lot of skin at school but she loved the attention, fully knowing all the boys that stared didn’t have a shot in hell at her.
She sat in her first two classes with every male (including her teacher) stealing glances at her. She of course noticed but didn’t say anything, simply enjoying the attention. After 2nd period she found Jordan in the hallway at his locker. She made sure her thong and bra were visible before advancing towards him. “Hey Jordan” she said in her sweetest voice. He grunted back at her and walked past her. Not skipping a beat she caught up and struck up a conversation.
“So were still good for tonight?”
“If we weren’t I probably would have told you”
“Oh…right….Well I can give you a ride if you need one”
“I’m good”
“Oh ok…well I’ll write my address down for you”
“I know where you live”
“Oh you do? How’d you find that out?” she said thinking he had finally realized she was the most popular girl in school.
“Got it from a friend”
“Oh…” she couldn’t think of a mutual friend they had. “Well do you need directions?”
“Nope, I’ll find it”
“Your just gonna drive around till you find it?”
“Google Maps”
“Oh…ok well see you then” She left feeling awkward and stupid. He grunted again.
Well that had been a total cluster-fuck. Not only had he not showed any interest in her outfit, he barely noticed her. The chances of him doing her work for her seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. She needed to make an impact when he got their tonight.
She quickly drove home after school and called her parents. She said she needed the house for cheer practice and asked if they could just go out for dinner or something. They agreed and Amber began to get ready. She ran upstairs and put on her dress from junior prom. It was a stunning blue, strapless dress that was a little snug because she had grown in all the right places over the past year. She went downstairs and ordered her chef to start cooking a dinner for two. If dressing like a slut wasn’t gonna get him under her spell then maybe a classy girl with tonnes of money would.
Around 4:30 she heard her butler call her down. “Miss Amber, there is a Master Jordan here for you.” Showtime she thought. She quickly descended the stairs and saw Jordan standing there in a plain black tee in jeans. She hadn’t noticed before but he was kind of good-looking. Probably around 6’2 and looked to be rather chiselled under that tee. He had short brown hair and green eyes that were currently fixed on Amber. But it wasn’t the normal look she got from guys who wanted to fuck her. It was different, kind of like he was looking through her. She got to the bottom of the stairs and for once he started the conversation.
“Nice house” he said looking around the massive foyer.
“Oh why thank you” she said smiling. “Shall we get started”?
“Whatever”.
As Amber led the way towards the den where they would study, Jordan found something rather odd.
“You normally wear a dress around the house?”
“Oh no, only in front of special company” she said trying to score some early points.
“Riiiight” responded Jordan, rolling his eyes.
Once in the den they got down to studying. For the first half an hour Amber tried everything to try and get this guy interested in her. She leaned over the table so he got a nice cleavage shot, she grabbed his arm (which shocked her with how big and defined it was) she even dropped her pencil on purpose sop she would have to bend over to get it and still nothing!
She was getting really fed up with this guy. What was he gay or something? How could he not want her? The worst part about it was that she was now kind of attracted to him. Not being able to attract a math loser was bad enough but not being able to attract one and then becoming attracted to him was unbearable. She had to get him.
As much as she hated to admit it, this tutor thing was working. Within the first two hours she learned more then she had all semester. All of a sudden he got up and said he had to leave.
“Oh come on. You helped me for two hours. I think I owe you dinner”
“I don’t know…”
“What am I gonna bite you or something?”
“Fine”
“Good” she said beaming. “Follow me”
Things had not gone to plan so far. She thought the outfit at school would do it but it failed. The classy girl with servants had failed. Now her only chance was this dinner. If this didn’t get him to fall for her then she would probably be doing her own math work for the rest of the year. But it had become more than that. She wanted him because at the time, she seemed like the only guy she couldn’t have. Like the child who neglects its toys until they are taken away, then they will do anything to get that toy.
Once in the dining room it was time to pull out all the stops. She needed this guy to fall for her…now. Soon the butler brought them their food. New York strip with baked potato and saut? mushrooms.
“Bon appetite” smiled Amber
“Thanks” he responded.
They ate in silence for a while. Amber needed to be direct if this was gonna work. No more flirting bullshit.
“So explain something to me”
“What?”
“How is someone like you so good at math?”
“Someone like me?”
“You know, you’re good looking, you seem to be in good shape yet you still work hard in school. Why?”
“I’m just good at math”
“Bullshit. There’s something to you and I want to know what it is. Why not just use what you got and be popular. Play sports; get girls, party all that shit”
“I just believe in working hard I guess, like my parents”
“Oh you’re poor!” exclaimed Amber, before slapping her hand to her mouth. That had just blurted out.
He just laughed. That was it. Amber was hooked. This was the first time she had heard any real emotion from him and she craved more. Fuck doing math for her, she just wanted him. She was genuinely interested in another person for the first time ever.
He then continued. “I’m not poor. In fact I’m far from it. My dad is a stockbroker in New York. My Mom’s family owns 70% of Cadillac”
“Holy Shit” responded Amber.
“Yeah, I don’t work hard because I need to. I do it because my parents built themselves up from nothing. Sitting on their money would be an insult to everything they did to give me this situation”
Now it was Amber’s turn to be speechless. She had never thought of it that way. She always just sponged off her Dad because she could.
“One other question.”
“Shoot”
“Why are you not attracted to me?”
“How do you know I’m not?”
“Well I threw on my best slut impersonation today in school and got nothing, and I flirted with you for nearly two hours and got nothing. Why? Do you think I’m ugly?”
“Hardly”
“Then what is it?”
“I knew you wanted me to do your work for you.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. Let me guess, every guy who has ever tried to help you ends up falling for your body in the first 30 seconds and does it for you. And then you pass the class but learn nothing. I knew I could’ve done the same thing and been out of here an hour and a half ago but I wanted to get past your body. I wanted to see if you really were intelligent.”
Again, Amber was speechless. This guy had her figured out. And even though he looked like every guy she had ever dated, he acted completely different. He saw through her. It was those eyes, there was something in them. She got so lost in his eyes she hadn’t noticed their faces were now inches from each other while he talked. Without thinking she reached out and grabbed his head and kissed him. This wasn’t the normal do-my-homework-for-me kiss or a buy-me-that-purse kiss. It was an I-want-you-right-fucking-now.
She got up from the table and led him upstairs by the hand. Neither said a word until they were both in her room. She closed the door behind them and immediately jumped on him. Wrapping her legs around his waist while still kissing him. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on it. Amber knew what was happening and knew she wanted it bad.
She had had sex a few times before but it was usually sloppy and drunk. This was for real. He took off his tee shirt and revealed a perfectly ripped chest and abs. She felt her pussy getting wet and quickly unzipped her dress. He pulled it off her as she wiggled out of it. She laid there in her soaked pink and black lacy thong and bra while he stared at her and muttered one word “Fuck”.
“Bout time you noticed me” she laughed before pulling him towards her.
They made out with each other for a while feeling their tongues inter-twine with each other and exploring each other’s mouths. After a while Jordan moved down her neck kissing every inch or so before stopping at her breasts. He reached underneath her back and with one hand undid her bra. Her pert, teenage tits were exposed and she loved it. He instantly went to work on them sucking each one and playing with the unoccupied one with his hands. “Ohhhh myyyy” moaned Amber slightly. She had never gotten this hot from just her tits being worked on. She felt the moisture on her pussy and soon was pushing Jordan’s head down towards her pussy. “Eat me baby, eat my fucking cunt please I need it” Like usual he said nothing, but he expertly worked down her stomach and towards her hot, young pussy. He slid off her thong and tossed it aside. He could feel how wet she was. He traced the outline of her cunt with his tongue while using his thumb to tease her clit. “Holy fuck baby stop teasing me. Eat me! Eat my tight fucking pussy!” He obliged and dove at her cunt with his face. He used his tongue to expertly hit her all the right ways. She began to squirm and thrust her pelvis towards his face, trying to get him to drive his tongue in further. Soon she felt an orgasm coming and she arched her back as numbness took over. She felt her orgasm hit like a fucking train. Using just his tongue, he had made her have the best orgasm of her life.
She lay there for a while and tried to regain her breath while he laid there next to her
.
“Baby that was incredible”
“Why thank you” he said smiling.
She fucking loved his smile.
“You need to ditch those pants and boxers cause I’m about to rock your world”
He smiled again and obliged. Amber got her first look at his cock and her jaw opened. It had to be about 8 inches long and 2 inches around. She didn’t even wait for him to get settled before her mouth had fully engulfed his cock. Amber considered herself a pretty good fuck but she had to step her game up for this guy. She began to deep throat him instantly. Only stopping to put his balls in her mouth. She’d suck his dick and fondle his balls then switch and jack him off with his balls in her mouth. She would look up at him and give him the “Am I bad little slut?” look. She knew she was doing well because his eyes were closed
and his back was slightly arched.
“Amber I’m gonna cum!!!” he finally screamed
She didn’t miss a beat. She just kept bobbing up and down on his huge shaft and swallowed every bit of his load. She had never allowed a guy to cum in her mouth but she loved it.
Now it was Jordan’s turn to catch his breath. They lay in each other’s arms for a while before Amber spoke.
“It’s 8. My parents will be home in an hour….what can we do in an hour?” she said with a devilish grin.
He laughed again. “Got a condom?” he asked.
She whispered into his ear “I’m on the pill” then climbed on top of him.
She squatted over his huge dick and carefully placed the tip on her cunt then quickly and suddenly impaled herself on his throbbing dick. It was perfect; it felt so right inside of her. She slowly worked up a rhythm of slowly bouncing on his cock, getting used to the size. Then she sped up. Her hair started to go all over the place and her tits bounced along with her. Jordan reached around her and grabbed her bubble butt. He helped her by lifting her up and then pounding her onto his huge dick.
“OHHH FUCK” yelled Amber
“Yeah that’s it baby split me open with that fucking cock, it feels so big and hard inside of my tight little cunt”
“You like my cock Amber?”
“Oh sweetie I fucking love it, I need it. I’m your pretty little cock whore”
This drove Jordan nuts and he started to thrust up every time she came down. She kept riding him and he looked up and saw her blonde hair every wear, her tits going up and down and her head was thrown back in pure ecstasy.
“Oh Jordan baby fuck me like the slut I am, make me cum baby please!!!”
This sent Jordan over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum baby”
“Me too, let’s cum together. I wanna feel your hot seed in my pretty little pussy.”
“Ok..ready…NOW”
With one final thrust they both released and cum spurt up into Amber’s waiting pussy. And her juices splashed all over his throbbing dick.
They laid together for what seemed like an eternity before getting dressed and Amber walked him out to his Escalade.
“Thanks baby, you were great” said Amber as she kissed him good-bye.
“Oh no thank you”
“Same time tomorrow? I think I’m gonna need more help in math.”
“Ok, but you have to wear what you wore to school today, so I can really enjoy it”
“You got it babe”
With that she kissed him again, slipped her soaked thong into his back pocket and watched him get in his car and drive off.
“Fuck I love math”, she thought to herself.
(Well that’s my first ever story. Any tips are appreciated. I hope you enjoyed it. If I get good reviews I’ll write a sequel.)

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The Debt Collector – Part 2

This story is pure fanatsy. After reading stories on this website and being impressed with the basic ideas, but disappointed with the lack of description, I decided to mix a few together with some of my own ideas. I also tried to be a little more descriptive. I encourage more people to do the same. For anyone who doesn’t like the themes listed, such as incest or rape, please don’t read any further. For everyone else, be thankful for the 1st Amendment. I hope you all enjoy!

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Breaking in the New Breeder – Ruby’s New Beginning

First proper crack at attempt at writing a story, so apologies if its a bit repetitive or paragraphs too clumped. It involves the breeding of a young brunette white girl in her 20’s with long pale legs, mid sized ass and B cup breasts.by two guys 1 asian 1 white both with 11 inch Cocks. Please feel free to leave comments.

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Becky’s after school surprise: part two

After catching 15 year old Becky Morgan masterbating in a bathroom stall, the principal, Dr. Roberts, had hauled her into his office. He pulled her skirt up, and spanked her, then poceeded to pull her panties down, and fuck her, popping her cherry. In the midst of all this Becky trys to come to terms with the fact that she likes it. A LOT!

Fantasy

Extracurricular Activities

I’ve been a high school teacher in Kansas for about 10 years. As a bisexual male, I’ve been presented with opportunities over the years by former students, both male and female. But my one, inviolate rule has been, never touch a student while they’re in school.
A case in point is Robert, the former star senior running back of the football team. As an assistant coach on the football team, I’d had many opportunities over the years to ogle Robert and other members of the team in the showers after practice and games.
Watching all that fit, ripped boy flesh, glistening in the water as they scrubbed and horsed around in the showers … damn, it was tough. But I stuck to my rule. Robert was definitely off limits.
We did eventually hook up, just before a now-legal Robert left for college at the end of the summer. He came to my house. He didn’t say a word when I opened the door to his knock. He simply stepped inside, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped to his knees in front of me. He pulled my sweat pants down just enough and sucked my growing cock deep into his mouth.
I placed my hands on either side of his head and gave him what he clearly wanted. I fucked his 18-year-old mouth, slowly and steadily, as he moaned and groaned at each penetration. He stripped his shirt off as he worked on my shaft, revealing his muscular pecs and six-pack abs. I ran my right hand down to his dark-brown nipple, pinching the tiny nubbin between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting an even deeper moan from deep in his throat.
As much as I was enjoying his oral ministrations, I wanted more. And Robert did, too. He didn’t fight when I slipped my spit-soaked cock from his mouth and pulled him to his feet. I led him into the living room and toward the sofa.
Standing behind him, I ran my hands down his body to the top of his loose-fitting denim shorts. I released the snap and lowered the zipper, the sound loud in the otherwise-silent room. My fingers found the elastic waistband of his cotton boxers and dipped inside, following his treasure trail toward my long-awaited prize.
Seemingly in a hurry, Robert pushed his jeans and boxers down, letting gravity do its thing. His remaining clothing pooled around his ankles and he kicked them away, leaving him in just tennis shoes and ankle socks, an incredibly sexy look if ever there was one.
His 6.5-inch, cut cock was rock hard and thick, slick with his precum. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked slowly, eliciting more moans and groans. I placed my hand between his shoulder blades and gently pushed, bending him forward at the waist until his hands came to rest on the cushion.
“Coach,” he moaned. “Go easy on me. I’ve never . . .”
“You’re a virgin?” I asked as I ran my hand between his ass cheeks and teased his hole.
“Um, yeah,” Robert admitted. “I mean, I’ve sucked cock before. And I’ve been blown. But I’ve never … you know.”
“You’ve never been fucked in the ass,” I said, making it a matter-if-fact statement rather than a question. He shuddered at my words.
“Yeah,” he said, quietly.
I gently kicked his feet a little wider and gently spanked his ass once.
“Don’t move a muscle,” I said. “There’s more where that came from, if need be.”
Robert nodded and adjusted his stance slightly as I walked toward my bedroom. I hadn’t planned for this, or expected Robert to come by my house, virtually begging to be fucked. All my “supplies” were stashed in the bedside table.
I retrieved lube and condoms from the drawer. Almost as an afterthought, I stepped in to my walk-in closet and took down the case, which held my bondage gear – handcuffs, ball gags, Velcro straps, and the like. I headed back to the living room to find Robert exactly where I’d left him. Football players are trained to follow a coach’s instructions, after all.
“Good boy,” I said. “Now, relax.”
I knelt behind him and, using a pair of the Velcro straps, secured his ankles to the legs of the sofa. He started to protest but a quick, sharp slap on the ass quieted him down. I secured his arms next, behind his back, handcuffed at the wrists. This forced his face down into the cushions and opened his ass even more.
I decided to start out right. I placed my hands on his cheeks and sniffed – clean, virgin boy with a hint of soap and just a tinge of sweat. Perfect. I started at his balls and licked upward, my tongue scraping across his pink pucker and on up his crack. Robert groaned deep in his throat.
“Oh my God, coach!” he moaned. “God, that feels good!”
I commenced rimming his 18-year-old virgin ass. I worked the tip of my tongue around his puckered anus, feeling the tiny, tight muscle relax. He twitched his hips backward, forcing more of my tongue in to contact with his sphincter, moaning as I ran the tip round the rim of his hole.
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “Of, fuck! Oh my fucking God!”
I reached around and felt his cock. He was hard as calculus, a steady flow of precum dripping from the circumcised head. I used his natural juices to lube his shaft, stroking him in time with my tongue action.
“Damn it, coach!” Robert cried. “Please, just fuck me!”
That was what I’d been waiting for. I released his cock and stood. I poured a steady line of lube down between the pale pink globes of his ass, using one, then two fingers to guide it into his waiting, spit-slick hole, loosening him up for my cock. He pressed back against my probing digits, driving them deep into his bowels, almost weeping at the pleasure of the penetration.
“Yeah, coach,” he groaned. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck my virgin faggot ass with your big fingers.”
I carried on, probing his hole, watching him twitch and shudder with each thrust as he pressed back against my hand. I decided he was ready. I pulled my fingers from his ass with a pop, eliciting a moan of complaint from Robert’s lips. I lubed up my cock, deciding to forego the condom (regular testing for me, a virgin ass for him).
I gripped Robert’s left hip and used my right to guide the head of my cock between his well-lubed globes. I slipped the head up and down inside his ass crack, teasing his hole further, lining myself up.
“Yesssss,” he hissed. “Right there.”
“Relax,” I said. “Relax.”
I felt his tight muscles loosen slightly and pressed forward slow and steady. Robert grunted and his sphincter tightened, briefly, at the increased pressure. But a combination of position, determination and lubrication overcame hesitation as the head of my cock slowly split his hole.
“Aw, shit, coach!” Robert groaned as the head came to rest inside his bowels. “God, that burns!”
I paused momentarily, my cock twitching and throbbing, the pressure of his sphincter gripping the head almost causing my brain to go into sensual overload. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like with my entire cock buried deep in his clenching ass. But I couldn’t wait.
Instructing Robert to take a deep breath and push out with his internal muscles, I pressed forward, moving another inch of my cock into his hole. I started a steady thrusting motion, just a millimeter at a time, gradually increasing my pace and depth until I was fully buried in his ass.
“Aw, coach!” Robert groaned, his fists clenching and releasing as they were held behind his back. “So full! God, I’m all full of your cock, coach!”
Those words alone made all the anticipation, waiting and wondering, worthwhile. I stopped again with my cock balls deep in his bowels, relishing the tight heat of his no longer virgin ass.
But I wasn’t there to just stand around. I slipped back until just the head remained in Robert then pushed forward, slowly but steadily, filling him back up with my cock. I established an easy rhythm, gradually increasing the speed and frequency of my thrusts, until Robert was pressing back against me in sync, begging me to fuck him harder.
I pounded his formerly virgin ass with abandon, feeling my balls slap his as I bottomed out each time. Robert started a steady “Ungh, Ungh, Ungh” sound each time I thrust, punctuated with the occasional “Oh, yeah!” or “Fuck!” on a particularly hard penetration.
My young running back was showing the stamina he’d learned on the field, driving his ass back against me, giving as good as he got. I reached around and grasped his rock-hard cock in my right hand, my left sliding up his side and around to pinch and tug on his left nipple.
There was apparently a direct connection between his nip and his cock. With a massive groan, he stiffened, his ass clamping down hard on my cock, and came. He shot stream after stream of boy cream onto the cushion of the sofa.
I slowed down, gently stroking my cock in and out of his clenching bowel, as his orgasm ran its course. As he relaxed, he collapsed down on the sofa, the muscles in his back and ass twitching with the force of the sensations coursing through his body.
“In my mouth,” he moaned, his voice muffled by the sofa cushion. “Fuck my face and cum in my mouth. Please!”
Never one to turn down so sincere a request, I slipped my cock from his ass. There was nothing untoward on my shaft, other than the mix of lube and his natural ass juice, I noticed. He must have cleaned himself out before coming over.
The little slut! He came to get fucked.
I moved around to the front of the couch, sat down and lifted his head into my lap, sliding over so he was directly over my groin. Without hesitation, he sucked the head of my cock straight into his mouth and down his throat. I guided his head as he bobbed up and down, his lips coming to rest in my trimmed pubic hair on each thrust. He gagged a couple of times but it didn’t slow him down.
Locking the fingers of my left hand in his hair, I ran my right hand down his back, to his upturned ass. Robert groaned deeply in his throat, sending amazing vibrations through the head of my shaft, as I worked three fingers back into his gaping hole.
That was all it took. With a roar I’m sure frightened squirrels from the trees outside, I came. My seed coated his tonsils and filled his gullet as he struggled to keep up. Gamely, he tried to swallow every drop, but some of my juice escaped and dripped into my pubes. When I was done, he released my quivering cock and licked around the base and down onto my balls, seeking every last drop before returning to my cock to try to suck the final dregs from my balls.
I laid my head against the back of the sofa, eyes closed, chest pumping as I struggled to regain my breath. Robert rested his head on my stomach, panting, sweat sticking his hair to his head.
After a few moments, Robert stirred.
“Um, coach?” he said.
“Yeah, Robert,” I moaned.
“Could you untie me, please?” he said. “My legs are going to sleep and I’ve really gotta take a leak.”
I laughed, then slid out from under him, heading for the case to get the handcuff key. He jumped as I slapped his ass in passing.
“Don’t you dare piss on my sofa, boy,” I warned. “I’ll beat your ass raw if you do.”
He looked over his shoulder at me with a grin.
“Promise, coach?”

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Terror in the Snowstorm – Final Capter

This is the final chapter in the story of beautiful blond heiress Tara Hawthorne, and the poor man she came to love, me, Seth Johnson. To understand the background and growth of our relationship, you will have to read the first three parts of this series. As with the other chapters, this is not so much a sex story as it is a life story. Also, it is rather long. If you need a quick thrill, check out the works of some of the other authors who submit their work to this site. Please post constructive criticisms, so my future work will be more pleasing to you.

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Measuring my cum Pt. 11

We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
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I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!

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The Nerd -Epilog

The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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