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Aunt Peg’s Visit

AUNT PEG’S VISIT
Looking at my mother and her younger sister, it was hard to imagine that
they were separated in age by ten years. My aunt, recently divorced from
her very successful and work-addicted attorney husband, was an
exceptionally youthful-appearing 34-years-old woman. My mother, soon to
be 44, had the same tawny hair and blue eyes, the same slim feminine figure,
toned by tennis and aerobics. The family resemblance was striking. That
they were sisters was not questioned, but that they were ten-years apart was
remarkable.
We’d picked up Aunt Peg at the United Terminal at SFO this morning.
While my aunt and my mother were emotionally close, they’d not had the
chance to spend much time together in recent years, each pursuing separate
careers on opposite sides of the country. In some abstract way, mostly from
snapshots, I knew Aunt Peg as a good-looking woman but I wasn’t prepared
for the vivacious lady who walked with us to the Baggage Claim area. After
the crushing greeting Mom and Aunt Peg gave each other in the Arrivals
Area, she’d turned to me and, grabbing both my hands, held them out and
looked me up and down frankly for a moment before saying, “Billy! God,
you’re a grown-up man!”
I heard my mother comment, almost as an aside, “They rarely ever grow
*smaller*.”
Draping one arm over my shoulder and sliding the other under my arm,
she gave me a full-body hug . . . a long one. I was acutely aware of her
body. I could feel her breasts against my chest and her pelvis against mine. I
looked over her shoulder and saw my mother watching us with a broad,
approving smile on her face. If Mom only knew! She’d probably not be so
approving if she could read my mind. My thoughts were anything but
innocent. Quite the contrary, my thoughts were mostly lewd and lascivious.
Looking into my mom’s eyes – as I felt the slim body of her younger sister,
a near-carbon copy – I was remembering that I had been secretly turned on
by my mother for several years and this was the closest I’d come to feeling
her body.
Embarrassed at the sudden lurch in my groin at feeling my aunt’s body, I
pulled back. Aunt Peg held to me a moment longer and almost stumbled
forward when I stepped away. I could feel the heat in my face and hoped
that neither of them would notice my blush or my tumescence. Jezz . . . this
was my deep, dark secret and my body was betraying me.
Mom and Aunt Peg were beaming at each other and appeared not to
notice my discomfort. Yet, I knew my mom. She missed little, but in her
kindness and sensitivity, often chose to ignore it for the moment. Later,
however, she’d let me know that she’d noted whatever it was I was wishing
she hadn’t noticed. She always shared with me her thoughts and insights,
both of herself and me, and always in a gentle, loving manner and never with
moral judgement. She was a particularly accepting woman who loved me
without qualification. Still, I was capable of being embarrassed at my own
thoughts. They’d turned to a strong sexual interest in Mom in the past few
years, ever since I was fifteen or so. And now, with the added closeness of
these weeks of vacation before my last year of college, I was even more
aware of her.
In the five or six years since their divorce, I’d spent time with both my
parents without need to choose between them. Because my dad traveled so
much, there was never any debate where I’d stay finishing high school or,
more recently, college. Mom’s house was the natural choice. We became
good friends . . . even buddies. Our relationship changed. It matured. She
had gradually shared much of the emotional feelings about my dad. It was
clear that she still loved him on some levels, but had come to accept their
diverging paths. She dated infrequently . . . obviously, her choice.
I was aware that Mom accepted my sexuality as well as her own in a
forthright manner that I didn’t think my buddies had experienced with their
mothers. For instance, when I first started having wet-dreams, I was
mortified that she’d find out, but it was inevitable. She didn’t ignore the
soiled sheets and pretend nothing was going on. Rather, she found ways to
let me know that she knew and that it was normal. I can’t recall how she did
it, but in oblique ways she let me know that it was a desirable masculine
trait. Once, holding up a cum-stained sheet, she smiled at me and said,
“Aren’t you lucky?” I didn’t really know what she meant, but I got the
message that it was okay to have sexy dreams. And another time, picking
up the Jockeys that I’d forgotten, she fingered the stiff crotch and observed,
“I understand, Billy. I used to have the same problem.” That gave me a
jolt! What problem had she had?
I’d been aware of her sexy body since I was a young teenager. The years
we’d spent alone together had allowed a growing intimacy. My interest and
her increasing casualness provided many opportunities for me to “check her
out.” While I’d never seen her completely naked, I had seen almost all of
her body at one time or another. It never ceased to thrill me, but I could
never talk about it with my friends, and I’d die of shame if I thought she
knew. Despite her openness and nonjudgmental stance, I remained guilty
about my licentious desires. I hadn’t, and couldn’t, talk about my thoughts
with Mom. But when Aunt Peg arrived, several years of suppressed
imagery came boiling to my conscious. I was simultaneously thrilled at the
vague possibilities and horrified at my “dirty mind.”
“Aunt Peg . . . ,” I started to say at the same time my mom said, “Peg . .
.” We both stopped, waited and then laughed. I nodded to my mom to go
ahead, but Aunt Peg spoke first:
“Billy . . . may I call you Billy? . . . I’d be much more comfortable if you
called me Peg or even Peggy. Right now I don’t want to be an aunt . . . I
don’t want to be all grown up. I just want to hang out with you guys and let
you take care of me. Okay?”
“Sure, Aunt P . . . uh . . . Peggy,” I replied as Mom took her arm and
added, “My sweet sister, Peggy . . . we’d be delighted to take care of you.
You’ve no idea how Billy and I have been looking forward to your staying
with us. Our house is bigger than we need and with Billy home for the
summer and me at work each day, you can keep each other company. Can’t
she, Billy?”
Not waiting for a reply, Peg grabbed my arm and off we walked, three
abreast, to the Baggage Claim. “Abreast” is an apt description. Hugging
my right arm against her, I was keenly aware of the swell of Peg’s breast
against me. Her summer dress outlined her breasts and nipples, plainly
visible as they moved to her stride. As she turned her head to talk to Mom,
I dropped my glance into the loose top of her dress and saw flashes of the
upper swell of her right breast and the lacy, scanty cup of her bra. The strap
must have inserted on the side of the cup, for I could see a flash of areola
when she burst into laughter at some comment of Mom’s.
“Well . . . do you *want* to, Billy?” Peg’s voice brought me back to the
moment and I looked up to see both of them looking expectantly at me.
Peg and Mom both smiled at my discomfort, for my staring down the front
of Peg’s dress had been blatant. I was caught, red faced. This was going to
be a long summer.
“I said,” Peg continued, “would you like to baby sit me this afternoon?
Mary – that was my mother’s name, Mary – Mary says the hot tub’s been
fixed and I’d just like to kick back. But I don’t want to be alone. Will you
stay with me my first day?”
I’d already broken a tennis date with a friend when I had heard we were
going to pick up Aunt Peg. “You bet,” I replied, “I’d been expecting that
we’d visit this afternoon and . . .” looking up at the sunny California sky,
“with weather like this, the sun deck calls out to us!”
“That’s my son,” Mom said. “You can count on his enthusiasm when it
comes to soaking up UV.”
Looking across Peg at Mom, I was again struck by the resemblance of
these two women. They both looked younger than their ages and so good
looking my chest swelled with pride. I imagined every guy in the place was
envious of me.
After we’d loaded Peg’s numerous bags in the car, both in the trunk and
the front seat, I asked her, “What do you carry for a weekend . . . a single
steamer trunk?”
“Quit whining, big boy! I thought I was invited out for the whole
summer? Bikinis take up a lot of room!”
“I can sure tell that you and Mom are sisters! Remind me not to travel
with both of you at once, won’t you?”
The ride back from SFO, down I-280, was fast and pleasant. Glancing
over my right shoulder from time to time, I watched Mom and Peg in
animated conversation that was punctuated with frequent laughs and
squealing outbursts. Catching my eye in the rear-view mirror, Peg smiled
and gave me a broad wink when Mom said, “I hope you two don’t argue the
way we used to.”
“C’mon, Mary . . . you just remember me as a little kid. I’m *much*
easier than I used to be,” Peg protested.
I thought I heard Mom murmur something like, “If you’re any *easier*,
Billy’s in for it.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Oh, nothin’, you nosey kid,” Mom spoke up.
“Your Mom’s referring to my . . . uh, several relationships since the
divorce,” and turning to my mother, she said, “Isn’t that right?”
Mom appeared flustered for a moment, a rare phenomenon and then
apologized in a rush, “Oh, Peg! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean . . . I mean, that
was cruel of me and I’m truly sorry.” Then to me, “Billy, I’m ashamed of
myself. Your aunt’s a grown woman . . . not my kid sister anymore . . . and
she has a right to live her life any way she chooses. Whatever it sounded
like, I didn’t mean it that way. I love her and whatever she does is okay
with me.”
That last, I think, was directed more toward Peg than me, but I chimed
in anyway: “I’m really glad you’re so young. It’ll be like having a big sister.”
What “relationships” I wondered.
The moment of tension had passed and the last leg of the 45-minute trip
from the airport was made in a relaxed silence. As we drove up the
driveway to our home in the hills behind Stanford University, I spoke for the
first time in the last little while: “You’ll really like our home, Peg. I know
you’ve seen pictures, but they can’t capture the beauty and peace of the
place . . . huh, Mom?”
Before she could answer, we entered the circular drive in front of our
long, ranch-style redwood house framed by a couple of huge redwood trees.
Tami, the half-lab, adolescent hound came bounding out to greet us. “The
biggest danger of Tami is that she’ll slobber you to death,” I cautioned as we
all piled out.
Peg, screening her eyes, looked at the surrounding hills. While we’re
located on less than ten acres, the adjacent open-space lands to the south
gave the illusion that our place went on forever. “Nice digs,” she observed.
Mom gave Peg a hug and a peck on the cheek and explained again, “I’m
sorry to hug and run, but I’ve got a hot deal cookin’ and I need to be at the
office, especially today and probably tomorrow. Forgive me, won’t you?
Billy, you take care of your new ‘sister’, hear?”
We both waved her off and then I turned to Peg and said, “Well, it’s just
you and me, kid!”
“All right! Let’s get the luggage in and where’s that hot tub?”
We both made several trips and piled Peg’s bags in one of the guest
rooms closest to our rooms. Mom has the big master bed room and I have
a smaller room, down the hall, separated from her’s by a walk-in closet and,
next to that, the master bath. Actually, I shared the master bath with Mom,
even though there was a second bath on this floor and a third upstairs in the
guest wing of the house.
“You can use any of the bathrooms, Peg. Just make yourself at home.”
Looking right, then left, with a quizzical expression, Peg said, “Just point
me, Billy! I’ve gotta take a leak.”
How blunt, I thought. Nothing shy about this girl. My mother might
have asked to use the restroom, but I’d never heard a woman profess a
desire to ‘take a leak’. There was something honest, unpretentious, earthy
and even sexy about Peg wanting to take a leak. Raising both hands
and pointing in opposite directions, I said, “Your choice.”
“Be right with you,” she said as she ran off to the master bath. Then
louder, “Tell me again. How long have you and your mom been in this
house?”
“More than ten years,” I shouted, expecting to hear the bathroom door
slam.
Over the sound of her peeing, she said, “Would you give me a tour of
the place? In a minute that is,” she added, laughing.
In my mind’s eye, I could see her next door, just on the other side of that
wall. She flushed and then washed her hands, adding, “Let me change first,
okay? I showered this morning, but it seems like yesterday.”
She rounded the corner and walked into my bedroom where I’d been
looking, unseeing, out the window, listening to the bathroom sounds she
had made. Bending, she looked between the blinds into the sunny,
south-facing canyon and said, “Golly, every direction has a nice view!”
Again, I was aware of the touch of her breast on the back of my arm and
glancing at her, my heart stopped. Bent slightly at the waist, her dress had
fallen away and I had an unobstructed view of her bra-clad breasts. Zap!
My mind disengaged and for the second time, Peg caught me looking down
her dress.
Laying a hand on my arm she said, “I’m pleased that you like me, Billy!”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was impolite of me.”
“Billy, Billy, Billy! I may be your aunt, but I feel more like your big
sister, and we’re going to be living together for months, right?”
I nodded, dumbly and she went on, “Well, you’re probably going to see
more than this, so let’s just agree not to get embarrassed with each other.
Okay?”
“Gee, Peg . . . ,” I faltered and then didn’t know what to say.
“Can we be frank with each other? She asked, turning to look at me.
Motioning her to the seat by the window, I sat on the end of the bed and
said, “Sounds serious.”
Throwing her head back and shaking her tawny hair, exactly like Mom
does when she’s dismissing the importance of something, Peg replied,
laughing, “Well, only a little serious, guy. Actually, it’s more about me.
When I came out here I knew I’d talk with you about it . . . just came up
sooner than I planned is all.”
I hated “serious” conversations. I always felt as if the other shoe was
going to drop. One of the scariest things is when someone says, “I want to
talk with you later.” More often, it’s nothing of consequence, or they want
to thank me for something, or ask some trivial question . . . but my mind
makes it into a big deal. With more calm than I felt, I replied, “Shoot.”
Peg slipped off her shoes and pulled one foot under her other knee, then
leaned back in the chair, looking at me. She started, “Mary tells me that
you’re a very mature, levelheaded guy and that she trusts you with
everything. That right?”
I detected no direction to this conversation, but it seemed safe to reply,
“I think I’m level headed. How mature I am is arguable. Whether Mom
trusts me with *everything* . . . why, I don’t know.”
She leaned forward and wrapped her hands around her bent knee,
balanced for a moment, and then slowly allowed herself to rock back in the
chair, still holding her knee; this pulled her leg up and suddenly I could see
high up on one thigh. The late-afternoon son, which had me in shadow,
illuminated her legs and lower body. Shit! How could I listen to her and
not stare under her dress?
“No matter. I *do* know my sister and I trust her judgement. She told
me I could trust you, so I do. That’s it. Okay?”
“Okay with me, but what’s that got to do with anything? I’m not certain
where this is headed.”
Peg hit her thigh with her fist and said, “Rats! I’m beating around the
bush and making this into something it isn’t . . . in any event, it’s no big deal.
I’ll get on with it.”
Pulling her leg up again and rocking back allowed her summer dress,
already short, to fall back into her lap, showing off even more of her thighs.
Another inch or two, I thought, and I’d see her panties.
“Did you know that our parents – your grandparents – were occasional
nudists?”
“Yeah. Mom mentioned to me that when she was a kid she got to go to
some camp with them but I thought they didn’t do it very much later on.”
“Yes, that’s right . . . but when I asked – years later – if I could try it
out, they said, ‘Sure, go ahead. We think you’ll like it.’ And I did,” she
added in a rush.
“Did? Try the camp, you mean?”
“No. I didn’t go to the camp, but I did start sunbathing in the nude in
our backyard by the pool. It was a very private place.”
Still not getting it, I said, “So?”
“So, I never stopped. I still like to sunbathe in the nude. In fact, I like
to spend a lot of my time around the house with no clothes. Mary knows
about it . . . she always has . . . and when I asked her about you . . . whether
it would upset you . . . that’s when she told me you were mature. Are you?”
Cripes no, I thought to myself. “Uh, yeah . . . I’m okay with it . . . with
anything . . . but,” and here I trailed off, leaving unsaid the vision I had of
myself, crouched over, hiding a boner that I knew would jump out if I saw
any naked girls . . . particularly her.
“Billy, what’s the ‘but’ you left hanging out there? But what?”
She unhooked her legs and then re-hooked them the other way,
momentarily lifting and parting her legs . . . giving me a clear but brief flash
of bikini panties. Printed on my visual cortex was the flower print of the
panties as they disappeared under her butt.
Using her ploy, I countered, “Can I be frank with *you*?” I wasn’t at all
sure what I’d be frank about, but it served to turn off the heat for a moment.
Or so I thought.
With an impish grin, she challenged me: “It’s about sex, isn’t it? That’s
okay. I’m cool with it. You can talk with me,” she answered in four
separate bursts and then smiled at me as if to say, “Gotcha!”
“No! I mean, yes . . . well . . . kinda. I mean, I wanna be open, but I’ve
never talked about this stuff before.” I looked at her for a clue. She just
nodded and smiled again.
“You see, I don’t mind if you . . . ah . . . sunbathe without any clothes . .
. but I’m afraid that you . . . uh . . . you’d be upset with me . . . if . . . ,” I
stalled again.
“You’re afraid I’d be upset if you got an erection, huh? Is that it?”
“Well, sure . . . it’d happen, I know . . . and then I’d have to . . . well, you
know.”
“I hope it would happen! I’d be upset if you didn’t respond to me, Billy.”
Then, tilting her head, she paused and then softly asked, “And then you’d
have to what? Jack off?”
I could believe she said that! How’d she know? It may have been my
red face, or perhaps the furtive look in my eyes, looking for a way out . . . I
don’t know, but thank goodness, she didn’t leave me hanging. Reaching out,
as if to touch me sympathetically, she said, “Don’t worry about it. All guys
think that’s what’s going to happen, but it’ll go away, I promise.”
Still embarrassed, I retorted, “Yeah. A lot you know!”
“Billy, it’s okay with me. Really. It’s just okay if it does or if it doesn’t.
I understand.”
What was going on here? I couldn’t believe this line of conversation.
Here I was, talking about my woodie with my aunt, my mother’s look-alike,
as if were the most natural thing in the world. And all the time I’m
scrunching down, further and further . . . both to hide my boner as well as to
try to see under her dress. My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding
in my throat and I was never so horny in my life. And she was telling me it
was okay. Hah!
Peg suddenly dropped her foot to the floor and, sitting up, jammed her
skirt between her legs. “Anyway, it’s important for me that you know who I
am and that I am honest with you. We’re both human. Moreover, we’re
both adults and we know how to act properly, don’t we?”
Suddenly I could see the humor in it and I replied, “My head knows how
to be a proper adult, but my body doesn’t always listen. But if you’re okay
with that, then I’ll try to be too.”
With a tone of finality she said, “Good! I’m going to put a few things
away and then you promised me a sunny California afternoon on the deck if
I remember.”
“You change and I’ll uncover the hot tub. It’s already hot, so I’ll turn on
the Jacuzzi jets.”
Having something to do helped calm me a little. By the time I’d set up
the chairs and uncovered the hot tub, Peg stepped out on the deck wearing
a shortie terry-cloth robe. Her bare thighs flashed as she walked toward me.
She smiled and with erotic slowness, began to loosen her belt. As the belt
dropped, she held the front of the robe together for a moment before
turning away. She stepped into the tub and, in the same motion, dropped
the robe to the deck. For a brief two seconds, I saw her bare back, the
narrow waist and a surprising flare of her hips for such a slim girl. More as
an after image, I saw the cheeks of her ass as she slipped into the bubbling
water.
Submerged to her neck, she turned and appraised me. Unsmiling, she
looked me up and down. I felt good about my chest and shoulders; I’d
received those parts of me as my father’s genetic gift. But I felt my legs
were too skinny . . . another genetic inheritance. Still, all those
considerations faded at the thought of taking my clothes off right in front of
Peg. You see, what was really bothering me was my dick . . . or how I felt
about my dick. I thought it was either too small – when it was soft – or
shamefully too-erect when hard. I just couldn’t win.
Sweeping her arm through the water in a welcoming gesture, Peg said,
“C’mon Billy. Join me. Please. I don’t want to soak all alone . . . and you
promised.” The last bit was said with a petulant, little-girl tone.
“Okay, okay, okay. Just a minute, will ya?”
Turning my back, I slipped out of my jeans and undershorts as I thought,
“Shit! Why didn’t I take my shirt off first . . . now she’ll be looking at my
bare ass!”
In a sing-song, little-girl voice, Peg chanted, “I see Billy’s bu-ut, I see
Billy’s bu-ut.”
Once again, she broke the tension of my embarrassment and I laughed at
myself. Stripping off my shirt, I swung around and stepped into the tub,
watching Peg watch me. Sure enough, her eyes were focused on my
hard-on as I sat in the stream of bubbles from the Jacuzzi. Then she looked
into my eyes and said, “Nice!”
I decided to take the offense and said, “Speaking of nice butts . . .”
Her smile was dazzling as she responded, “Well, thank you, kind sir.”
“Tell me, Peg . . . what is it? I mean, what is it about being naked that
you like? Do you like to show your body to people . . . to a guy? Or is it
that you like to look at other people?”
The water was a little too hot for me, so I sat on a higher step, partially
out of the water. Glancing down, I could see through the swirling bubbles.
My cock appeared and disappeared, often looking distorted.
“It is a little too hot, isn’t it?” Peg agreed and slid up to the same step
across from me. The water and bubbles ran off her breasts and I could see
her entire front. She had no tan lines around her full breasts and her nipples
were erect and dark. As they had at the airport, they swayed slightly as she
ran her hand over the water. My proper upbringing wanted me to look
away, politely . . . while my libido had quite another agenda. Score one for
the libido. I stared.
She continued, “Both actually. I mean, I like to look at other people and
I get a real thrill when I know someone’s looking at me . . . at my tits for
instance . . . like you’re looking. Like ’em?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods? Like ’em? That’s not nearly strong
enough.”
“Oh goodie! I’m so glad we can be buddies and we can share our inside
stuff with each other. I mean, it’s not like we’re going to have sex or
anything, but I really like that you like me, that you . . . uh . . . like my tits.”
“Peg, I can talk with Mom about anything . . . or *almost* anything.
But I’ve never had a girl that would be open with me about . . . well, about
sexual things. If I sound awkward, it’s because I am.”
“Bob, we’re going to be together all summer. Let’s agree that we can
talk with each other about anything . . . about everything . . . okay? No
judgement?”
“Well, if you’re not put off by my . . . my erection . . . then I’d just love
to talk with you about . . . girls’ bodies and about . . . sex. I must have
about a million questions.”
“Yeah-yeah-yeah . . . me too. I mean, I was able to talk with my
ex-husband about a lot of things, but there were some things that he got
embarrassed about . . . and that made me embarrassed. Know what I
mean?”
“It works the other way for me, too. What I mean is . . . because you’re
not embarrassed by me or our conversation, then I’m not. Like that?”
“Sure. Just like that. For instance, I always wanted to examine Paul’s
dick. Oh, he’d let me look at it a little, I guess, but I think he always was a
little put off and that spoiled it for me. Even more, I wanted to show him
my . . . what shall I call it . . . my pussy? Yeah, my pussy! I wanted to
show it to him but he really didn’t want to look at it. I could tell.” She
paused and then added a little sadly, “I think he thought it was ugly.”
“What a jerk!” That was about the gravest putdown I could think of. “I
love pussies,” I declared, with a fervor usually reserved for the ‘niners.
“When I was a lot younger, there was a girl next door and she let me . . .” I
caught myself. With eyes wide, I put the pulp of my fingers across my lips
and said, “Oops. Don’t mean to tell tales out of school.”
Laughing, Peg said, “Yeah. Me too. Only the guy next door was
younger than me! Like you.”
In some silent synchronicity, we sat looking at each other. The swishing
hum of the Jacuzzi was the only sound. I reached over and punched the Off
button and watched the bubbles disappear, revealing Peg’s belly and the
juncture of her thighs. Through the clearing water, I could see her pubic
hair, light brown in color and trimmed to a broad vertical swatch. I couldn’t
see the lips of her sex . . . just her mons. Again, I could feel my heart beat
and my dick started to hurt it was so hard.
Peg whispered, “Billy, wanna see?”
Looking up into her eyes, not certain what she was asking, I nodded
dumbly.
She stood up and the water drained off her belly and thighs. She opened
her stance and I could see the water running off her pubic hair and pussy
lips. It was like she was peeing in the water. Her lips were bare! She’d
shaved the hair from her lips. They looked like the little girl’s next door had
looked.
Now it was my turn. “Nice!” I observed, looking directly between her
legs.
In a breathy voice she replied, “Thanks,” as she sat on the edge of the
tub. She lifted one foot to the edge of the tub and rested her cheek on her
knee as she swung the other knee away, completely opening her sex to my
stare. The lips of her pussy opened as her legs spread and for the first time
in my life I could see the mysterious coral tissue of a pussy. The outer lips
were tanned and clean shaven. The inner lips were more delicate and pink,
connected in a hood at the top of her slit. Her clit was barely seen at first,
but when she reached down and pulled her lips up and open with the
inverted-V of the second and third fingers of her right hand, her clit
suddenly looked larger and very pink.
“This is my pussy, Billy. Have you ever seen one . . . I mean on a
grown-up woman?”
“No. Well, yes . . . but only in pictures. God! You’re beautiful!”
Unthinking, I began stroking my dick as I stared at her, entranced.
Peg bent over, looking between her own splayed legs and with the
forefinger of her left hand, she traced a touch from between the cheeks of
her butt up to the exposed clit. Touching the nubbin of her clitoris, she
shuddered and softly moaned. “I think a girl’s pussy – or do you call it a
cunt? – anyway, I think that a girl’s pussy is so intimate. You know . . . you
can see *into* a girl . . . there’s something about seeing into someone that is
so private. And it is that intimacy that just thrills me. Know what I mean?”
She’d buried the tip of one finger in her cunt, up to the middle knuckle,
and was slowly stirring. She continued, “It’d be like you bending over and
showing me your ass hole, Billy . . . or more like you opening up your ass
hole and showing me the pink inside.”
She shuddered again and said, “Oooh, that makes me shiver!”
By this time I was standing close to her, a little bent, looking at her
finger move through the slit of her bare pussy as I was fisting my cock . . .
masturbating without even knowing it. Without knowing it that is, until I
was suddenly on the brink of cuming . . . then I knew it!
I couldn’t move . . . and I couldn’t stop. I was going to shoot and I just
couldn’t stop. Looking up into her eyes I grunted, “Gotta cum . . . gonna
cum!”
“Yes! On me. Cum on me, Billy. Me too. Right on my pussy. Right
on my cunt. On my asshole . . . oh, cum, cum, cum for me, please . . .
PLEASE!” I could hear her voice as it ran on, almost guttural and I could
hear the slapping sounds of my right hand on my cock. I could see her
hands . . . the left finger fucking herself deeply and the right thumb
strumming her clit. Her words ran together and became a crescendo scream
as I shot ropy bursts of white, thick cum over her hands and pubic hair and
the lips of her open pussy. My orgasm was so intense, it almost hurt in its
pleasure. My legs were weak and my head was dizzy. I couldn’t stand any
more and fell back into the tub.
My next awareness was Peg’s voice saying, “Oh, Billy. That was
wonderful. That was so hot. You can’t know how much I needed that.
Thank you, thank you . . . oh yes, thank you!”
Lifting her hand, she looked at her fingers and then licked the puddles of
cum off her wrist and the back of her hand as she looked into my eyes. “I
love the taste of cum!”
A jolt of searing fear went through me. Peg and my mother were such
close friends, Peg would tell Mom and then . . . God, I’d be in deep shit. I
asked, “You gonna tell mom about this? Oh, please don’t tell her. What’ll
she think?”
With a nasty little laugh, Peg said, “Billy, your mom knows more about
you than you think. She *knew* we were going to do this . . . she’d already
given me the okay. Said it’d be good for you. Your mom’s a hot lady, don’t
you know?”

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Mommy knows best part 3

Okay here’s part 3. Will write part 4 soon. Any ideas or suggestions will be welcomed and it will help push the next part out quicker,

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Desires of Hogwarts – Part 3

I took advice from the advice I got and also decided to add some plot. Then I decided to say fuck it and disregard the plot of the books. Please, give me more criticism.

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WHAT HAPPENS TO THE FORESKINS

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Master Reunites With His Slave

I finally caught up with my pretty little slave after she angered me by joining the air force without even asking. Then she had the nerve to ask for a story to help her get off. I decided that this will be her punishment. Enjoy.

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“RUNAWAY” Chapter 15 “The Letter Goodbye”

Holly, continues her journey by the name Sammi Shepherd, when in an effort to protect her truck driver friend and his faithful companion she writes him an emotional letter. Read on to find out. The other chapters to this story and my other stories are here: www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

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Story is part of CAW 6 contest and required writer to write from opposite perspective- story is from female point of view though I am a male.
Libraries> Documents> Jessica> Private
July 19 2006 Tomorrow is the big day my party.
P. S. I love puppies and unicorns!! I hate people who steal stories from xnxx.com!
Libraries> Documents> Jessica> Private
July 20 2006 My birthday
Totally awesome day. Bunch of family drove all the way out here to the middle of nowhere from the city to celebrate with me because I am so wonderful. Yea me!
A lot of my girls made it – Cindy, Britney, Lisa, Annie and Katy representing! Plus my cousins Kerri, Susie and Ashley made it from the city!
Had a great day, listening to hot music, eating and drinking up a storm (Dad was rocking the grill), having fun hanging with my friends and cousins, goofing off. Everyone brought their bathing suits as we have a swimming pond and after my brother and his friend went in, I told everyone we should all change to our suits in my room. So we headed to the house en masse. On the way I saw my Uncle Mark had arrived. He is the best uncle in the world, as well as really handsome and in great shape. I ran up and gave him a big hug and he kissed me on the cheek.
“Hey birthday girl” he said “you’re getting so old, soon you won’t have time for your old uncle. You’ll be off with boyfriends and driving and worrying your parents even more than you do now.”
I stuck my tongue out at him then laughed.
“Don’t let my Mom hear you saying that, she worries too much as it is. Besides I’ll always have time for you. Any guy who wants to be with me will have to like you too, not that there’s a line forming as you can see. And you’re so not old.”
He smiled down at me as he is at least six feet tall and I barely come up to his chest.
“Don’t worry Jessica they will be lining up soon enough. Too soon for your father I think. By the way, where is my brother?”
“Oh he’s on the grill, you know he’ll have to be dragged away from that at some point. But where’s Aunt Diane, I don’t see her.”
I saw a look of annoyance cross his face before melting away into his usual good natured expression.
“She couldn’t make it due to a project for her job that has to be done by next week. So she’s working on it all weekend. She’s sorry she couldn’t make it and sends her love. I think your friends are getting impatient waiting for you though, they look restless.”
I turned and gave my girls a dismissive look before turning back to Uncle Mark.
“They have to wait for me as it is my day” I said only half kidding. “We are going to change to go swimming and after you say hello to everyone I expect you to come as well. As Aunt Diane hasn’t come I will graciously allow you to hang with the birthday girl. I hope you brought your swim suit.”
With that I rejoined my girls and we hurried to the house. I had deliberately made the comment about Aunt Diane to annoy him. Though she was nice I never thought she was right for him. She was older then him by a few years and though she was pretty, he was far too handsome for her in my opinion. And it wasn’t because of the small gap in their ages that made them seem mismatched but the difference in their whole beings. Uncle Mark wasn’t immature but he seemed to be at the age level of whoever he was with. My mother always said it was like he had a little boy in him fighting to get out.
As we headed to my room I heard some giggles from the rear of the group. I noticed my cousin Kerri was whispering to Annie and they were both looking at me. When we were all squeezed into my room I looked at Kerri straight in the eye.
“So what’s so funny?” I asked her.
Kerri is from my mother’s side of the family – my Irish relatives- and it showed as her face became beet red.
She looked down and shuffled her feet before mumbling her answer.
“I was just telling her about Cousin Joe’s wedding.”
I shot daggers at her. The nerve of her, on my day, to recount an old story from when we were five years old. Everyone was looking at us, not knowing what we were talking about.
“Jess it’s not a big deal, just a cute story is all” Kerri said. “Yeah it isn’t anything bad” Annie chimed in.
“So what’s the story?” Lisa asked butting her big nose into things as usual. Everyone stood around expectantly waiting for me to answer.
“Oh just a stupid story from when we were like five” I said trying to downplay it. When I didn’t say any more Lisa turned her face to Kerri who seemed more uncomfortable than I did.
“Go ahead tell them since they seem dying to know” I said. When she looked at me I just nodded.
“When we were five our cousin Joe got married and we were the flower girls. We had these pretty little dresses and everything. At the dinner everyone was talking about how cute we looked and how the bride’s dress was beautiful and stuff like that. Our Grandma asked Jess about if she got married would she like a dress like that one. And Jess looked at her with this grown up expression and said and I’m not making this up “Grandma I don’t know about the dress but when I’m older I will marry my Uncle Mark.” Some people laughed or thought it was cute but Jessica was so serious about it. Her mom was like you can’t marry your uncle and Jess just said why. Finally someone said it’s against the law to marry your uncle and Jess had a giant crying fit until her mom could calm her down.”
“Yeah big deal I was a little kid” I answered.
“Well” Lisa said ‘you were only five but you’re fourteen now and you looked like you’re still feeling it for him, uncle or not. But you do have good taste. He is hawt.” To this the other girls seemed in agreement, even Susie and Ashley whose uncle he was as well.
“You are so mad crazy” I told Lisa though my cheeks were redder than Kerri’s now. To prevent any further talk on the subject I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the bed and unhooked my bra freeing the girls.
“Jessica is an exhibitionist” Katy joked and soon everyone was changing into their swimsuits. I put on my new bikini and I thought I looked pretty good. My stomach was flat and I thought my legs and butt were good, although I wished my chest was bigger. My top did push up what I had and I was grateful Mom had let me get it. She thought it was unnecessary but smiled and told me if that was what I wanted to go ahead.
Once everyone was changed we charged downstairs and headed to the pond. The nine of us descended like a plague of locusts driving away all unfortunate enough to be in our path. When we reached the pond I ordered my brother and his friend out or they would be splashed within an inch of their lives. Realizing the odds of nine against two didn’t favor them they beat a tactical retreat moving to the “beach” of our pond. Britney was the only one upset as for some strange reason she thinks my dorky brother is cute.
I went into the water right away and so did a few others but most didn’t want to ruin how they looked and my city cousins weren’t so sure about swimming in a pond. Lisa and Annie were with me and I told the rest in no uncertain terms that they had two choices: either come in the water however they liked, whether wading in or jumping in. Their other choice would be for us to kick up so much water at them that they would envy a drowned rat. That ultimatum gave them some clarity and they began to stream into the water.
It was a hot day with the sun beating down so the water was nice and warm. Most of the girls didn’t go deeper than their waists but just took it easy standing in the shallow end. I was like an otter on the other hand, swimming as well as diving underwater. Once I surfaced amidst the group sending them shrieking from my assault of water. Everyone was soon chilling, with me floating on my back when Lisa whispered in my ear.
“Your hot uncle is coming this way. I feel a cramp coming on and I think I might need rescuing.”
Slowly I opened my eyes and saw he was approaching the pond. He said hello to my little brother, or should I say younger brother as he is taller than I am, and was introduced to his friend Martin who is an even bigger dork. Uncle Mark showed again why he’s such a great guy by being nice to them and he made them laugh with a couple of jokes and shook their hands like they were his equals, as if.
I paddled my way to the shore near where he was and gave him a little splash. He was wearing blue swim trunks that came to his knees with flames on the side. His foot flicked at the water spraying my face with tiny droplets.
“Stop playing around and come in, the waters fine” I told him.
“Hmmm not as fine as you are” Lisa interrupted. “Hi I’m Lisa, Jessica’s more worldly friend.”
Uncle Mark’s eyebrow raised and a bemused smile spread across his face.
“Well worldly Lisa I guess you know I’m Mark and I’m pleased to meet you. Now I think you girls should stand back as I’m about to come in.”
He took a few steps back then started forward at a run like he would jump in full force. Squealing with delight we tried to put some distance between us when Uncle Mark slowed and just lightly entered the water before sinking in up to his neck. Lisa tried to maneuver past me but I managed to block her with my body. Susie and Ashley went over to him to say hello as he was their uncle as well. After that all the girls started to congregate toward him and I think he got a little embarrassed from the attention. He worked himself free and began to swim back and forth across the pond.
I swam up to him and demanded he give me a ride. He smiled and beckoned me forward. I clasped him around his neck and he started to glide through the water as I rode on his back. As he approached the other side he gracefully made a turn and started back in the other direction. When I caught Lisa’s eye I stuck my tongue out at her and did she look mad.
Uncle Mark again turned and headed in the other direction. I marveled at the feel of his muscles moving under his skin beneath me. When we again reached my girls Ashley asked if she could get a ride. Since she’s my cousin and I was feeling generous I slid off his back and let her take a turn. Meanwhile Kerri and a few others had managed to work the rowboat from the shore into the pond and pulled themselves aboard it and drifted along. I swam up to them and we kidded each other about things. Then Kerri looked past me and waved.
“Jessica your mother is coming here.” she said.
Seeing my mom I paddled over to the shore and waited for her to arrive. Mom looked over the scene and sighed.
“Jess are you girls ever going to eat? You haven’t eaten all day. And Jessica what is your friend doing to your uncle?”
I turned and saw Lisa was now riding Uncle Mark and not only were her arms wrapped around him but so were her legs. The little tramp’s legs circled his waist and her body was pressed against him. No doubt it made swimming harder although I doubt Lisa minded. I saw red and moved in their direction while hearing my Moms words in my ears.
“No more than 15 minutes young lady or I send down your Father.”
I caught up with them and pulled her off him dunking her for good measure. He took the opportunity to head in the opposite direction, leisurely backstroking towards the boat. Lisa surfaced sputtering and flailing. She glared at me when she saw me.
“What the hell was that for?” she demanded.
“You were assaulting him Lisa, he’s my Uncle. I was just defending him.”
“Believe me Jess, he didn’t mind. I think he liked me rubbing up against him if you get my meaning.”
With that she turned and swam toward the “beach”. I shook my head but I knew Lisa was just being herself, a slut, but didn’t mean anything against me. By this time Susie had convinced Uncle Mark to tow the boat with four of them in it. I dog paddled over and was again amazed at how easily he performed physical feats. He had the rope from the boat over one shoulder and was gliding the boat across the surface of the water.
“You’re not straining too much pulling these heifers are you?” I asked him while smiling sweetly at them.
“Be nice Jess. It’s not a hard pulling these trim young ladies I assure you. Besides the boat floats, I’m just guiding it.”
I snorted at his polite answer. Cindy at the least could lose a few pounds and Kerri’s ass was getting fat.
“Well all us trim young ladies have to go eat or my Mom will be sending out the hounds for us.”
Uncle Mark laughed and started towing the boat to shore. Since I was unencumbered I outdistanced him and was drying myself before the boat arrived. I made quick eye contact with Lisa.
“Friends.”
“Forever” she answered. Things were good. I noticed that Uncle Mark had stayed in the pond. No doubt happy to get some peace. After everyone dried off we headed up toward the house. We commandeered a table on the deck and went in shifts to fill up our plates. After eating our fill I suggested we shower off and change. As we proceeded to the door we passed near where Mother, Uncle Mark and some other relatives were.
“Mark at these girls age you shouldn’t do anything to encourage their silliness and in some cases worse.”
He shrugged before replying. “Everyone was just having fun and no one did anything inappropriate.”
He was so great and Mom could be so….. impossible sometimes. I showered first but was fast because a lot of girls had to go before the hot water ran out. I was sitting on the bed waiting when Lisa who had also already showered sat next to me.
“Jess you know I didn’t mean anything and I wouldn’t do anything with your Uncle, at least without your permission.”
“It wouldn’t matter anyway. He’s married.”
“He’s married, yeah so. And you know that’s why my parents got divorced.”
I hugged her because I knew it still hurt that her father had moved out and in with that bimbo. She pushed me away after a minute and brushed a tear away before attempting a wan smile. She whispered so no one else could overhear.
“I’m telling you though Jess, he is so hot. When I was riding him in the water I was so pressing against him down there I got all wet.”
“You did not” I hissed at her. I was shocked but also a little turned on. She nodded and smiled back at me.
“And if someone hadn’t pulled me off who knows what could have happened. I might have cum like the little mermaid with her Prince.”
We both had a giggling fit over that one and everyone else stared at us like we were crazy people. After a minute we composed ourselves.
“I’ll tell you this Jessica, tonight before I go to sleep your Uncle will be making an appearance in my fantasies. I’ll use my trusty hairbrush handle as a very inadequate stand in for him.”
I felt my jaw drop from that revelation. “You mean…”
“I plan on playing with myself while thinking of him. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep without some relief. Not that a hairbrush can equal him but a girl has to do what she can.”
“That is so wrong Lisa, I forbid it” I said. I felt a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach from her confession. I knew I couldn’t really stop her but it bothered me deeply inside somehow. She looked at me and read the pain showing in my eyes.
“Forget about what I said Jess, we won’t discuss it any more. Nothing should come between friends.”
We didn’t talk about it again but I couldn’t stop thinking about things. Around 7:00 P.M. Uncle Mark found me to say good bye. Often when he came he would stay the night but since Aunt Diane was home he was leaving. He took me in his arms and hugged me tight and I locked my arms around him while burying my head against his chest. It felt like heaven to me and I didn’t want to ever let him go. Finally he broke our embrace.
“Don’t worry kid, we’ll see each other soon. It’s not for all that. Happy birthday again, your card from us is with the rest. Make sure you check in it before throwing it away. There might be something in it.”
I smiled at him. He was the only one who could call me kid without me becoming upset. I knew he didn’t mean it as a way of putting me in my place cause I was young but as a term of endearment. I rejoined my girls but I was definitely a little quieter the rest of the night. When people would ask I just said I was tired was all. As the guest of honor I stayed about longer than I felt like, but when my last friend left I said good night to the remaining guests and went to my room.
The words Lisa said whirled through my mind as I got ready for bed. I stripped to my panties before brushing my teeth and hair. I put on my Dad’s old t-shirt I used for pajamas, shut off the light and crawled into bed. I could faintly hear the music and the voices of the remaining people from a distance. Unable to sleep I tossed and turned for a while without luck. Even though I felt tired physically my mind refused to settle down and I knew why.
I pulled my sheet up to my neck and propped the pillows behind my head. Trembling my fingers crept to the bottom of my shirt hem and I inched it up until my breasts were uncovered. My fingers lightly brushed across my nipples sending a jolt of pleasure to my brain. I closed my eyes tight and imagined I wasn’t alone. In my mind it wasn’t my fingers that squeezed my sensitive nipples making me moan. The hands seized my tender and growing breasts roughly and pushed them together.
In my mind I pictured his hands on me, fondling my treasures hungrily. When my little hand burrowed under my panties toward my sex it wasn’t my hand but a larger, stronger male hand. It caressed me, exciting me more than I could alone. It found the crease between my lips and explored there, probing my moist little core. His hand became more demanding, spreading the petals of my flower open to his touch. His other hand now brushed over my silky hair searching for something. When it connected with my clitoris I gasped from delight. I heard his deep voice talking to me.
“Do you like that little Jessica? Does it feel good what I’m doing to you? Bringing you pleasure.”
“Yes it feels soo good” I whimpered.
“Lay back and relax Jessica and let the feeling take you” the familiar voice instructed.
In response I spread my legs wider and put my head back further. The hands continued their relentless motions. A finger was now inside me and was soon followed by a second. The other hand had built up a rhythm circling my button and I got a funny feeling in my tummy. It grew in intensity until I couldn’t take it anymore and then I felt it. My back arched as I felt the world shake around me. For a moment I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming and I really believed he was there with me.
“Uncle Mark” I said reaching out while opening my eyes. Of course that broke the spell and I found myself alone in my bed with a hand between my legs and the other clasping empty air. It had seemed so real for a time but a dream can’t last. My fingers felt sticky as I removed them from down there. So that was the great mystery poets had written about since time immemorial or at least a lesser aspect of it. For a fleeting moment it felt like I was one with the universe. And that was imagining myself with the man I loved. I suspected if it had been him my pleasure would have been greatly multiplied. But I also knew he was a man I could never have. It wasn’t fair and I wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. However with my orgasm taking the edge off I was soon sound asleep.
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Libraries> Documents> Jessica> Private
August 27 2008
Work totally sucks!! That assistant manager is such a perv! Not only does he ogle all us cashiers like the dirty old man he is, he’s always finding ways to make it worse. Today he told me to stock the bags on all the checkout lanes and he was like breathing down my neck the whole time. Every time I bent to a storage shelf he was checking out my butt. I know its fabulous (lol) but still. To be honest I’ve seen his wife and I understand him looking some, but show a little class.
Good news-the party is in a few days and He will be coming and spending the night. (Of course she will be here too but I’ll be happy with my crumbs of seeing and being near him. J )
P.S. Rainbows are pretty and mean people suck but not as much as people who steal stories from xnxx.com!
Libraries> Documents> Jessica> Private
September 1 2008 Labor Day / September 2 2008
Where do I start? I saw and did things this Labor Day and I am changed for life! I am now a Woman! I became one at sweet sixteen. Technically I turned sixteen in July but I will remember this day more.
First the barbecue on Monday. Mom and Dad threw their annual bash and people came from far and wide for the merriment. (Especially one devastatingly attractive Uncle.)
Since none of my friends could make it I was keeping a low profile. I knew when he arrived but I waited until he was alone and in the house to say hello. He had come into the kitchen to get more ice for the cooler when I ambushed him. Before he could react I launched myself onto him and showered him in kisses. When I finally stopped he laughed at me and then kissed me hello right on the mouth. It was just a quick peck but it made my heart beat faster and my insides even gooier than they were. He retrieved the ice bag and headed for the door.
“Coming Jess?” he called back.
“I’ll be out in a little bit” I replied trying to sound casual. After he left I realized I had to do something to “relax” myself or I wouldn’t be able to sit still. I went into my bathroom and locked the door. Fifteen minutes later my fingers and wicked imagination with an assist from close proximity to my desire had relieved me somewhat. I drifted outside and mostly kept to myself.
I had been drinking a soda sitting under the deck. It was deserted there and yet many people were actually in close proximity to me. There were people on the deck above me talking but I wasn’t paying attention until I heard my Mother’s voice mentioning me. Instantly my ears perked up to hear what she was saying. She was talking to her sister Elaine, my Aunt.
“You know Jessica is very responsible but this new friend of hers, Lindsay, is not a good influence. Totally boy crazy and a little wild. I heard a story from one of the neighbors about her.”
“Well you can’t believe everything you hear” a voice that I recognized as being Aunt Diane said.
“I know that but my source is unimpeachable. This girl Lindsay was behind the 7-11 giving one of the boys who worked there a blowjob.”
I almost dropped my soda when I heard this and some of the women gasped. I had heard this story from Lindsay but she was unaware she had been seen, not that she would care. The girl did what she wanted and to hell with the consequences. There was a babble of voices talking at once when a voice rose above the rest.
“I’m not defending this girl but I wonder who here at that age didn’t do some things they wouldn’t want known or discussed.” It was Mrs. Jackson, one of our neighbors. I was surprised as she is an older lady and a bit stout but she made sense to me and I guess some of the others as things quieted down. But now the conversation turned to sex and I found myself listening almost against my will.
“Her giving blowjobs is something for when she’s young anyway. When she gets older she’ll tire of that. My Ken gets one on his birthday if I’m in the mood and can count himself lucky” I heard my Aunt Elaine say, which was too much information as far as I was concerned and thankfully Kerri hadn’t made it to the barbecue to hear that. There was laughter and general assent when I recognized another voice. It was Aunt Diane, Uncle Mark’s wife.
“I let my husband know before we were married not to be expecting any of that. It’s something I won’t do.
If normal sex with a woman isn’t enough for a man, well I don’t know what to tell him.”
There was a hubbub after that statement when I heard my Mother speak.
“Diane you know I never pry into your marriage but I’m a little surprised. You two have always seemed so passionate together and I’ve heard that from when Mark was young he was always popular with the ladies.”
“Oh we’re passionate I assure you. I just feel a man should be happy with intercourse alone.”
“But don’t you want him to you know, return the favor” another voice said.
“Believe me he does and he’s excellent at it” Aunt Diane replied “but a man should pleasure his wife in all ways without expecting anything in return.”
There was general laughter as well as comments about how they would like to be able to control their men like that. I thought it was terrible of her. From what she said Uncle Mark did everything for her and she wouldn’t extend the same courtesy. I would love for a chance to please him in any way I could.
Lately I had been practicing with some advice from Lindsay. Mostly on things like bananas but one time Lindsay had obtained a willing volunteer for me. It was a guy from school who wasn’t bad looking either which somehow made it easier. He had been blindfolded as I didn’t want him to know it was me. She had directed me and gave me pointers and I had done all right at it. When he came it startled me for a minute but overall it had been a good experience.
I had heard enough and decided to slip away. Passing through the kitchen I liberated a couple of beers while heading out behind the garage. It was a two car garage with a second story that served as a guest loft with a half bath. It was off and beyond the house close to the tree line. Leaning against the back wall I opened a beer and took a swallow. It tasted bitter to me but I slowly continued drinking it down until I finished the whole thing. I opened the second one and took a larger drink from the bottle. I belched and for some reason I thought that was hilarious.
I was feeling very nice by now and I decided to slip back for one more. I tried playing it casual as I ambled toward the back door. Fate was winking at me as I encountered no one on my mission. I could hear the music drifting from the party to my ears. It was coming from an oldies station playing on the radio. Like the wind (in my own mind) I passed back towards the garage. I sat on a garbage can and put the bottle between my legs.
Faintly the music carried back to me like a distant echo from the past. I could hear two voices singing in tandem about love denied.
“Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, Dream
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream.”
That was the problem I realized. All I could do was dream but it made things worse instead of better. Because when Morpheus left all I had were phantasms. Laughing silently I chided myself. I was too young to be so morose, it’s not like I was some Goth girl wearing black lipstick smoking clove cigarettes. I lifted the bottle to my lips and drank. I had just climbed down from my perch when I froze. It was the sound of voices approaching my hidden sanctuary that startled me. There were two of them and I recognized both.
“Isn’t it a little early to leave the party for bed?” I heard Uncle Mark say.
“Only if we’re going to sleep and that’s the last thing on my mind” Aunt Diane slurred in reply.
I crouched down low and peered around the corner of the garage. They were standing about twenty feet from me in front of the building. Aunt Diane weaved slightly as she stepped up to embrace him. His muscular arm steadied her as he leaned down and kissed her hungry mouth. She responded eagerly and her hands reached around and grabbed his ass through his jeans. While they kissed Aunt Diane was grinding her pelvis against his slowly in a circular motion. Uncle Mark nibbled at her neck and I could hear her moan in response. As he continued she threw her head back, her auburn hair falling to her shoulders.
“Mark I can’t wait much longer. Lets get upstairs or you’ll have to take me out here where anyone can see.”
Uncle Mark bent down and scooped her onto his shoulder and started off toward the door. Unable to stop myself I crept after them. The garage door was open and I slipped inside. I could see them climbing the stairs and Uncle Mark slapped her skirt covered ass making her laugh. From the foot of the stairs I waited and watched until I saw a light go on upstairs. Downing the rest of my beer for courage I started to tiptoe up the stairs. I avoided the fourth step as I knew it squeaked. I bent down low as I neared the top of the staircase to minimize the chance of being seen. The murmur of voices came to me as I cautiously inched forward. The sight that met my eyes transfixed me. The second floor was an open loft and had a window in both the front and back wall. The bed and nightstand were by the front window and the half bath was located in the left back corner. There were three round pillars that held up the roof beams running down the center of the room and a rustic chandelier provided the illumination.
There at the pillar nearest the bed was Aunt Diane. She stood with her back against the pillar and her eyes closed. Her long, breezy summer skirt she held raised above her waist and one leg was lifted up and being supported by Uncle Mark’s shoulder as he knelt on the floor in front of her with his face buried between her legs. I could tell from his movement that he was licking her sex. Aunt Diane was making low, little moans of pleasure.
I was fascinated by this tableau. I’d seen sex scenes on the internet and once walked in while my brother and his girlfriend were getting busy in the living room one night but neither was like this. I could already faintly smell the odor of sex wafting with the breeze entering the window. One of her hands was stroking his short, dark hair as he continued to pleasure her. Before I realized it my hand had worked its way into my shorts and begun to stroke my wet little slit. I was rubbing furiously trying to catch up as I had started late.
Aunt Diane’s moans were becoming louder and more frequent now. This seemed to spur Uncle Mark on to greater lengths himself. His head was moving in a side to side motion and his left hand reached up and felt her breast through the clothing. I heard her gasp and call out “Yes Mark oh yes” before becoming a wordless moan.
My fingers pinched my clit as I joined my Aunt in orgasmic bliss. I saw Uncle Mark turn his head sideways and give Aunt Diane a love bite on her upper thigh provoking another moan from her throat. He then gently lifted and lowered her leg to the ground and stood. First he swooped in and bestowed a slow kiss to her lips before lifting her like a rag doll and carrying her to the bed. He carefully placed her down then removed his shirt and started to work down his jeans. I quietly and carefully adjusted my perch on the top stairs so I could obtain a better view.
Uncle Mark was nude now, a chiseled work of art, his back to me though at a somewhat sideways angle. Aunt Diane stood and joined him now and they embraced. She was as nude as him except for the strappy sandals still on her feet. He broke the kiss and turned her toward the bed and pushed her back down so that she was bent at the waist. Her hands pressed into the mattress and her breasts hung down. They appeared larger than I expected but she always did dress modestly.
I saw his hand go between her legs and after satisfying himself of something then reach between his own legs. He stepped forward driving his hard length into her with authority. She and I both gasped in unison although luckily for me hers drowned out the sound of mine.
Uncle Mark grabbed her hips and began to pound her. The sound of flesh meeting as their bodies collided filled the loft. Aunt Diane obviously loved it as she let loose with a series of moans intermixed with occasional profanity. Personally I was shocked by the language she used in private. She had always seemed corporate and staid to me but one never knows.
“Give it to me baby, fuck me hard! Fill me with your cock baby. That’s it don’t stop.”
He wasn’t stopping that was for sure. Aunt Diane’s breasts swayed back and forth in time with their coupling. He continued to fuck her hard without slowing for a couple of minutes when he abruptly ceased all movement.
“Come on Diane fuck me back” he ordered while giving her a slap across her ass. I saw her push her ass back into him and she was rewarded with another slap. She increased the tempo of her hips to a fast clip bringing Uncle Mark pleasure judging by his moans. He reached out and seized her arms right above her elbows and lifted them up and behind her back. He then began thrusting again making her torso fall forward until her head was resting on the bed. Aunt Diane was making little unintelligible sounds as he continued to slide in and out of her.
From my lower vantage point I could see between his legs as his erection slid in her. Even from this distance I could see her moisture on them both. Uncle Mark’s breathing became more rapid and he seemed to speed up his rhythm. He gave a few more rapid thrusts and then his body stiffened and I saw all his muscles tense.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming” he gasped.
Her response was instantaneous “Yes fill me up baby, that’s it.”
Slowly they sank onto the bed. I realized I hadn’t breathed during his orgasm and I resumed my breathing again. I was trembling from desire from what I had just seen. I felt myself positively dripping. I saw Uncle Mark stand and roll Aunt Diane onto her side by the edge of the bed. He pushed her knees up towards her chest and positioned himself behind her, resting one knee on the bed and the foot from his other leg on the floor. I saw Uncle Mark’s cock was still hard. Aunt Diane had called it that and it seemed to fit better than penis (which I learned in health class) or dick (what I heard my brother and his friends use). It seemed proud like a rooster.
Well he then took his cock in hand and began to put it into Aunt Diane again. As he slid in she moaned appreciatively. Realizing they were going for a second round I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down and off my legs. I pulled my panties to the side exposing my pussy. I then took the beer bottle and started to slide it against my soaked lips, running it back and forth. Looking at them again I saw Uncle Mark was going nice and slow now, putting it all the way in before pulling almost out.
He lifted one of her legs up to his shoulder and began to kiss it causing a gasp from Aunt Diane. Uncle Mark then reached his hand down and began to caress her clit all the while continuing to pump his hips steadily. I increased the speed of the bottle on the outside of my lips while wishing it was something as hard but much warmer there. Aunt Diane was making a series of low steady moans and I saw her place her hand on top of his as it continued its circular movement.
Sensing her needs Uncle Mark started thrusting faster and harder while still manipulating her clit with his hand.
“Yes, yes oh God I’m cumming again” Aunt Diane screamed and her body started shaking. He just kept going without slowing down in the slightest. She seemed to be in a daze lying there with her eyes and mouth open wide. Finally she recovered enough to reach her hand up and stroke his face gently. That little touch was enough though. I saw his body stiffen again and he pulled out from her. His cock started shooting onto her breasts and belly and seeing this pushed me over the edge as well. I came so hard that for a few seconds everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again they were both on their sides, him behind her with his now deflating cock between her legs.
Realizing my precarious position of being on the stairs partially undressed and visible from above or below I slowly started to work my way down the steps. When I was halfway down I pulled my shorts back on reluctantly when all I wanted to do was strip down and have him do those things to my virginal body. I continued down to the bottom and crept outside noiselessly. My orgasms had done nothing to reduce my ardor but had only increased it. Not feeling sleepy and not wanting to rejoin the party I put the now sticky necked bottle in the garbage and started walking down the driveway toward the road. I was hoping that a brisk walk might clear my head and tire me out.
I started off at a rapid pace on the edge of the road. From my house I could still hear the sounds of the remaining partygoers. By this time of the night there was no traffic along the road. It was a country road that only served our house, a few neighbors’ houses and a summer lakefront community at the end. There were only a few clouds in the night sky and the stars were shining but the celestial beauty did little for me.
I was still very horny and worse for me was that my mind was replaying the events from the loft. How he repeatedly pleasured her when it should have been me. The way he knelt at her feet licking her sex even though she wouldn’t return the favor. The way she had him every day and night and I never could. I wanted to scream out that the universe was unfair when a sudden voice broke my soliloquy.
“Hey Jessica how are you doing?” a pleasant voice spoke.
Startled I looked up and saw a figure astride a bicycle on the far side of the road. It was Jimmy Thomson a boy a year older than me who came to the area every summer. His family owned one of the lakefront homes down the road. His parents were friendly with mine and I was surprised they weren’t at the party.
“Hi Jimmy” I replied “what are you doing here?”
“My parents had to go to my Grandma’s house unexpectedly to take care of something. That’s why they weren’t at your parents’ party. I stayed here because school starts later this week so I’m enjoying my last days of freedom and I had nothing to do so I went for a ride. What about you?”
“Yeah I was bored you know, so I walked” I said with a shrug.
I started to walk again and Jimmy pedaled alongside me. Jimmy was alright. He wasn’t bad looking, not gorgeous or anything but not bad. He wasn’t fat or skinny either he was average, certainly no hard body. One time last year we had made out at my friend Britney’s pool party and it was ok. It didn’t give me goosebumps but at least he didn’t grope me or anything. Maybe it was the three beers or that I was horny although at best those are only part of the reason for what I said next.
“Hey you said your parents aren’t home. Do you want to go hang out there?”
He looked surprised by my offer but he quickly accepted. From there it was preordained what would happen. When we got there I asked if he had any beer. Jimmy looked nervous but came back with two. We sat on the couch while we drank them. He did the old stretch to get his arm around my shoulder and I had to fight to keep from laughing. But when he started to kiss me I shocked him with my response. I practically attacked him kissing back with a passion I didn’t know was in me. When I put my hand in his crotch and started feeling around he almost jumped.
In under five minutes the only thing I had on was my sneakers and bra. Jimmy’s shirt was still on but his pants were around his knees and wasting no time he was clumsily trying to put his small thing inside me. I reached down and guided him to my virgin entrance which was still wet. He pushed forward making me a full fledged woman. The pain wasn’t bad cause when I was young I had done a lot of gymnastics and after a few rough exercises on the beam my hymen was partially torn anyway. Once Jimmy was in me he made a few awkward thrusts and then I felt him stiffen his whole body.
“No Jimmy not in me” I yelled but he was oblivious in the throes of his orgasm. Only after I hit him a couple of times did he become aware and manage to pull out with his thing still dripping cum, I can’t call it a cock after seeing a real one.
We sat there a little while with neither of us knowing what to say. I just wanted to cry but I knew it was me who had messed up. I sat up and started to get dressed. He asked if he could do anything for me and I just gave him a cold stare. I was mad more at myself but I wasn’t in the mood. When I finished dressing I stood up.
“Jessica do you want me to walk you home?” he asked.
“No but you can do me a favor Jimmy. If you want to tell your friends back home that you bagged some country girl go ahead if you don’t tell them my real name but promise me you won’t say anything around here ever.”
“I promise Jessica and I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, I’m the jerk not you. Really you’re a nice guy” I said as I didn’t need to hurt or confuse him further.
As I walked back home I could feel Jimmy’s cum oozing out of me. When I reached home I went straight to bed and I didn’t leave my room until I knew that Uncle Mark had driven home. After everything that had happened last night I couldn’t bear to look at him. I would see him in my dreams soon enough.
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The Adventures of Wicked Tim, part 1.

It was another day at work, which meant stealing glances at the new Hispanic girl, Kim.
Suddenly her eyes caught mine. I looked quickly to my monitor, cursing myself for staring so much. Last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable and report me or worse yet, quit.
I looked back at her as she turned around. Kim was short. She was probably around five foot two, and had a curvy one hundred and twenty pounds body that was nothing short of perfect. Absolutely sexy smile, in fact I believe Kim looked a lot like Gina Gershon when she smiled. Her breasts were average, and her hips exploded out to meet her hot curvy ass.
She was only twenty-one, thirteen years my junior. Hell, I liked younger women. Especially hot ass ones like her. Since I turned twenty-five, I’ve always been the classic dirty old man. I always stole glances at hot young women who paraded around my office. But it did not stop with the young, I liked all women. I had been with older women, and loved the pleasure they provided me as well. But as of now, my thoughts were centered on Kim.
It was a dead issue, really. My office was a meat market of young men, all which could give her some terrible, inexperienced sex. Hell, she would probably think their skills were amazing. After a few hours with her, I would have her curled up in the corner, mumbling incoherently. I’ve been there and done that, and have a certain skill set when it comes to sex that usually makes the women come back and want more. Once I had her, it would be all she wrote.
I once again snapped back to reality. What would a young, sexy woman like her see in an old man like me? I looked back at my spreadsheet and continued pecking away at the keyboard. “Data entry, my favorite part of the job,” I thought. Creating and filling in copious amounts of spreadsheets to keep the bosses happy. The only thing that kept me going lately was Kim’s sexy body swaying around the shop.
I headed home that night, thinking about numerous ways I could get her to see the type of person I was. Nothing I could come up with sounded like it would actually work, and some of the ideas I had would probably have landed me in jail.
As I walked in the house, I was greeted by my sister Nicole, who was sexily under-dressed. She was wearing a small pair of shorts, and a loose tank top that left very little to the imagination of her nice round tits. I immediately felt my cock twitch as she turned around and went back into the living room. I watched her ass as she walked away, as it slightly protruded from the bottom of the shorts, and then continued upstairs into my room. Nicole was a beautiful woman. Nicole is five foot six, one hundred and thirty pounds, with her brown hair dyed auburn. Possibly model material, I am not ashamed to say I have had some excellent thoughts about being with my own hot sister. But that was incest, and I was not willing to go there.
I flew out of my working outfit and stretched out naked on my bed, rubbing my cock and thinking about Kim. I instantly was rock hard, all the pent up desire in my body reflecting in my blood-gorged cock. I imagined her perfect mouth wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down, her small hands milking my shaft, trying to get the cum out. Then I imagined her swinging her legs around over my head and nestling her bald pussy onto my mouth. That was enough to cause me to shoot ropes of semen over my stomach, with some even landing high on my chest.
I took my hand and scooped my cum into my mouth, something I always enjoyed when I was turned on. And I was really turned on. It tasted so good, so salty, I continued to find semen and place it in my mouth.
“Oh, my god!” Nicole was suddenly standing there in the doorway.
“Get out!” I thought I closed the door.
My my sister shot out the door. “Now I know why you don’t have a girlfriend,” she said from the hallway, “you’re gay!”
I quickly walked over and closed the door. I rested my arms on the door and put my forehead in my arms, “No, I’m not gay. Go away.” Shit, how do you explain that you are bisexual to your own sister?
“I saw that, and I am pretty sure straight men do not do that, Tim”
“And how would you know? Your barely 23,” then a thought crossed my mind,” Tell me you never tasted your pussy.”
“That’s different,” she said.
I opened the door and walked out into the hallway. “Oh, yeah? How?” I asked as she looked at my naked body.
“Go put some clothes on you faggot!” She yelled as she looked down at my still erect boner. “Why are you still hard?” she asked as she realized my member had not subsided.
I had to say something to get her to stop thinking I was gay, “Because I’m sitting here naked in front of a sexy woman! See, not gay!”
“You’re sick, then.”
“Then I am,” I grabbed my shaft and gave it a few strokes.
“Ewww,” Nicole turned and walked away. “Go do that in your room.”
Instead of going to my room, I went into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower. Under the hot water, I thought about how I was good enough to let my sister stay with me after her divorce. She never had a boyfriend since, and she was just going to continue to live with me because I did not charge her rent.
I suddenly thought I should not have stroked my cock in front of her in the hallway. I did not want things to be weird between us. After my shower, I wrapped up in a towel and went down to apologize to my sister.
I walked down the stairs and went to my sister’s room. He door was closed and as I approached it I heard something I did not expect to hear. I heard her crying. Did I hurt her feelings? I quickly opened the door,
“Hey sis…”
“OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”
The next thing I saw will be plastered into my mind until the day I die. My sister, on her back with her head on her pillow, stark naked and thrusting a pink vibrator into her shaved snatch. I instantly froze up and continued to survey the situation.
She took the pink machine and hurled it at me, missing by a wide margin and shattering her dresser mirror. The sound of the glass shattering woke me from my trance and I bolted out of the room, unable to close the door because I had dropped my towel in the doorway on the way out. Still I tried to close the door, as if the towel was going to cut in half.
“Get the fuck out you freak!” Nicole came at me off the bed and suddenly she screamed in pain, “ARGGHH!! Fuck!” She fell to the ground.
I was still trying to close the door when I realized my sister had stepped in a piece of broken mirror, cutting her foot wide open. I quickly ran in the room, careful not to step on any large pieces of glass. I picked her up and took her out to the couch, her grimacing in pain.
I ran and grabbed the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink, and ran back to her on the couch. She tried to cover herself with her hands, because there was nothing nearby to cover herself with. The couch pillows were sown into the couch, and the nearest blanket was back in her room through the broken glass.
I quickly cleaned out the wound and wrapped it up in a bandage, all the while stealing glances at my sister’s breasts and naked legs. She was still in a lot of pain at this point, so I got up on the couch and held her in my arms. To my surprise she held me back, crying until she was too tired to cry. Her head was on my chest inside of my arm, and she looked as if she was looking down straight at my soft pecker. Once I realized that she could be looking, I felt the blood start to flow again.
“Doesn’t that thing ever calm down?” She whimpered, with a slight attempt at a giggle.
Amused that she was in fact looking at my growing member, I replied, “Yeah, it’s pretty sensitive.”
That is when my sister took her hand and pushed my dick down and laid her hand flat over me, holding me down. The sensation of her touching me made me jump.
“Calm down, I don’t want that thing poking me in the eye… shit… ow… that hurts so bad… do you think I need stitches?”
“No, I’m pretty sure you don’t.” We will check it soon. If it is still bleeding then I’ll run you to the E. R.”
I slid her over, got up, went up to my room and put on some pants, socks, and shoes, grabbed a blanket for Nicole. I covered her and went to clean up the broken mirror.
“Seven years bad luck, you know!” I shouted across the house.
“Ha. Ha. Shut up!”
I walked back into the living room after cleaning the mess, and Nicole was now watching TV, still naked under the blanket.
“I think it’s broke,” I held up her vibrator.
“I need a new one anyway,” Nicole said candidly, “I need to get one that feels more like a man.”
I was shocked by how forthcoming she was, “Okay, I’ll toss this out then.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry, I did not mean to walk in on you, I thought you were crying.”
“I was about to cum.”
I felt my cock twitch in my pants. “Well, I am sorry.”
“You should be… you know that… well…, “she paused, “you were the one who got me all hot in the first place.”
I asked, “Is that right?” My cock was not thumping, no longer twitching. In short moments, my hard on was visible in my pants.
“Does it make you horny that I was masturbating thinking about you brother?” She pulled the blanket off exposing her naked body. I could see her far better than when in she was fucking herself in the bedroom. Her pussy was clean and smooth and parted slightly open with small lips folded outward. Her hole was wet and small.
My whole world started to shift… was I in a dream or was my hot sister wanting me? “Yes. Very.”
“Well, I still have not cum yet… could you help me?”
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The New Neighbour

Summer was almost over, & the neighbours house had been up for sale for over a month. It was August 13th when the new family moved in. They had two kids near my age, Chris, who was the same age as me (16) and Anthony (14). I went over to the house a few days after they had moved in, to introduce myself. Chris & I became good friends within a week. We texted eachother 24/7. I had a secret, though. I was in love with him, but i didnt want to tell him, as i wasnt sure how he’s react & i didnt want to ruit our friendship. It was the week before school was starting, and Chris invited me over to his house to watch a movie, and spend the night. His parents were gone for the weekend, and his brother was going to a friends house that night. At 7:30, i started getting ready. Tonight was going to be the night i told him how i felt, so i wanted to look perfect. First, i did my makeup. Silver sparkly eyeshadow, a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and cherry lip gloss. I kept my hair down. I found a cute black dress,. I got undressed, and put on my matching bra and panties. They were the black with cherries. Then I slid the dress over my body. It was strapless,and showed some cleavage. It came just above my knees. It was almost 8pm. I put on my black ballet flatts, and headed over to Chris’ house. I was nervous.. very nervous. I walked into his house (Chris and I were best friends, and we just walked into eachothers houses). “Chris, you here?”. “Yeah, Im in my room. Come on up!”. I headed up the stairs, and walked into his bedroom. He was sitting on the couch in his room, and i walked over and sat beside him. “Chris, can I tell you something?”. “Sure, anything. You can trust me”. “Well, you see… Ive had a huge crush on you since i first saw you. & i am in love with you.” Chris didnt reply, he just leaned in, and kissed me. His soft lips pressed up against mine, for what seemed to be an eternity. As he went to pull off, i grabbed him, and pulled him back into me. We began to kiss again, this time i broke it off. Chris ordered some pizza, and we kissed passionately until it came. We went back up to Chris’ room, and sat on his couch. He put in a scary movie for us to watch. I was cold, so I asked Chris to get me the blanket. Chris was cold, too, so we sat under the blanket together. I got scarred, and jumped right into Chris’ arms. Chris kept his arms wrapped around me for the entire movie. It was almost 11pm by time the movie was over. Chris put in a romance movie, and we started to watch it. I was sitting in Chris’ lap. I felt his hands run down my torso, giving me chills. He slid my dress up to my waist, and began to run his hand up and down my thighs. I tilted my head back, and began to suck on his neck. Chris began to play with my clit, making me moan. I brought my own hand down to my pussy, and began to finger myself. “Wanna have even more fun?” Chris whishpered to me. “Mmm, yeah” I started to moan again. Chris stood up, and took my dress off. He continued to undress me, and then I took off his clothes. I got down on my knees. I began to suck on his long, throbbing hard cock. I started with the head, sucking on it. I slowly inched it farther, and father in my mouth, until I began to gag, as it touched the back of the throat. I continued to suck on him. He placed his hand on the back of my head, so I’d deepthroat him. He began to shoot rope after rope of hot sticky cum in my mouth. I attempted to swollow, but some dripped out of the corners of my mouth. Chris put his hand under my chin, and lifted me up. He licked the corners of my mouth, but some of his cum had dribbed down to my boobs. He licked my boobs, getting the cum off of them. I sat up on Chris’ lap, and began to grind on him, making him incredibly hard. Chris layed me down on the couch, and got in between my legs. He began to eat me out. While he was, he reached under the couch and grabbed something. I couldnt see it. I few minutes later, i knew exactly what it was. He moved his head away from my pussy, and replaced his tongue with a vibrator. I began to scream with pleasure. Chris was masturbating beside me, & he began to cum allover my body. The hot cum felt good on my cold skin. My pussy was dripping wet. I started to moan again. I knew i was about to climax. I could feel it. “Oh God!”. My moans filled the room. I was having an intense orgasm. I arched my back, and began rubbing my nipples. Chris removed the vibrator, and began to eat me out. “Mmm, babe, you taste sooo damn good!”. Chris grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet. We ran into the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower, making sure it was really hot. We walked into the shower together. The hot water felt good, as it washed over my body. “I only have one rule in my shower; You cant wash yourself! Okay, sweetie?”. “Mmm, okay Chris.” I started by washing Chris’ neck. I ran my hands down his chest, and over his gorgeous abs. I turned him around, and washed his back, and ass. I got down on my knees, and washed his legs. While i washed them, I began to suck on his cock. I put more soap on my hands, and washed his cock. I fondled his balls, making him moan out slightly. I looked up at him, and smiled. “My turn!” He said. Chris lathered up his hands, and just like me, he started at my neck. His hands ran down my chest. He stopped, and played with my boobs. He continued to wash my body. I stood with my back against the shower wall. Chris stopped washing me, and started to lick my clit. I quickly turned around, and stuck my ass in his face. I looked over my shoulder and said “You forgot to wash my bum, silly!”. He had almost finished washing me, when he saw me look over my shoulder again. “Dont forget to wash inside, too?”. I began to blush, clearly embarassed for asking. Chris lathered up his finger, and began to push it inside of me. I started to squirm around. It felt weird, yet awkwardly good. He had one finger completely inside of me, and he began to push in a second one. He moved them around, and I moaned softly. He pulled his fingers out, and got his cock ready. He lined his cock up with my ass. He kept one hand on his cock, to guide it in. With his other hand, he played with my clit, to try and even out the pain and pleasure. His cock was inside me entirely. He pulled it in and out, in and out. “Ohhh, Chris. FASTER, HARDER!!!! Oh god.” I moaned louder, and louder. I knew i was about to orgasm. Chris kept going harder, and faster, just like i begged him to. I started to orgasm. My jucies slid down my thighs. Chris began to cum inside my ass. This was the most intense orgasm i had ever had. I couldnt stand up. I fell down onto the floor of the shower. Chris turned up the water, making it hotter. He sat down beside me, and held me in his arms. After laying there for about 20 minutes, we got up and went to his bedroom once again. We were both extremely tired, so we dried off, and layed in his bed. I fell asleep in Chris’ arms.

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The Kidnapping

This story might be a little more confusing it contains two different POV’s the female character (written by me) and the male (written by Adam, Edited by me) it’s written how he would like it to happen the darker parts are his POV the rest is mine