The Way it is Now Ch 6
food, laundry and sex
Hi my name’s Janet and this is my story of seduction. I grew up in a very old fashion family. My dad was a construction supervisor and my mom was your classic 50’s stay at home mother with the aprin and everything. I am the oldest of me and my sister Sarah. My parents were very conservative and seemed pretty dependent of one another, as there was very little PDA between them while i was growing up. My mom was a big advocate of going to church every Sunday and my father was an usher so every Sunday my sister and i attended church. Between my conservative upbringing and my strong faith i couldn’t help but be a nice conservative girl focused on her studies while growing up. I took after my mother’s sense of style and wore full dresses and ankle length skirts to school and never really saw the need to do where anything more reveling, after all i didnt plan on having sex until i was in love and married anyway. My sister on the other hand was the black sheep of the family. She was very liberal with her clothes and was always pushing her luck with my moms approval of her wardrobe. She was always flirting with guys at school and giving out, she would even flirt with the muscly construction workers at my dads work the few times we were there, and she wasn’t even 17. So anyway my sister and i are polar opposites.
When i was a junior in high school i began developing into a women and my breasts were the first to show. They grew from a 30B to a 32DD by my senior year and by the time i graduated a 32G which sounds huge for my 5’4″ 103lbs frame but to tell the truth they looked good on me, they were full, round, firm, and compact. Not to say they weren’t big but they weren’t too big looking like the girls with big boobs that are only big because they are long an saggy. Mine were firm and round. Sarah was of course jealous and said they were pornstar boobs because they looked fake.
I still however maintained my conservative and religious values. I didn’t get much attention from men, probably because i was always studying and didn’t have much of a social life and they probably hardly noticed my boobs since they were always hidden in my loose fitting full coverage dresses. The lack of attention from guys was fine by me.
After i graduated i went from job to job for a while. I fell in love with my now ex husband Todd who worked in the office across from mine when i worked as the assistant to a woman that had a fragrance business.
I married Todd when i was 21 and still a virgin. We had sex on our honey moon. By most peoples standards it was probably boring. We just missionaried for about 5 minutes then he came. It was a little uncomfortable since i was a virgin but Todd only had a 5 inch penis so it didnt hurt really. Since then my sex life has been pretty boring. Todd and i had sex every few months. Just the same old missionary. I guess sex was never really a priority to me and Todd didn’t really do anything to make it one, i mean having his 5 inch cock in me for 5 minutes just never really changed me to crave sex, he never even had an orgasm, but i didn’t know any better either.
When i was 23 my son Josh was born. Ten years after Josh was born Todd left me after a few years of resentment. He said he could not take our boring sex life and walked out. The divorce was pretty devastating to me but, in the last few years Todd and i had grown apart and weren’t very much in love. So there i was a single mom with a ten year old son.
When josh asked why Todd left i told him that i was too boring. He smiled and said
“Well he sure is a dummy, i dont think your boring mom” Josh brightened me up a little bit.
“oh thank you sweetie” i gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
The next few years were tough, i hadn’t been alone in so long. Josh was now 15. Watching Josh blossom into a handsome young man sure did help me get through it though. He was into baseball a lot and had become a very talented player. He had began working out for baseball and was developing some nice muscle and maturing into a very handsome man.
One day i was doing a load of laundry. I took it out of the dryer and sorted Josh’s clothes out into a pile. I folded his pile and took it to his room. I came to his door and was about to walk in when i heard him panting. He was breathing hard and sounded like he was moaning. I slowly turned the nob and cracked the door to see what he was doing and see if he was ok. The sight stun me. He was sitting completely nude on his bed masturbating!!!! And he had a pair of my granny PANTIES i had wore yesterday over his face. I just stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. My eyes became locked on his cock. I quickly covered my moth before i gasped. It was massive. I’m sure Sarah would have called it a pornstar dick because it was so huge, like she did my breasts. It had to be a least 9 inches and his hand couldn’t even fit around the shaft it was so thick. It was throbbing and pre-cum was seeping down it.
I backed away from his door softly closing it and went to my room. I sat on my bed still in shock. My son is masturbating, And using he had my PANTIES. Then the thought of his huge cock jumped into my head. i began to get warm between my legs. The thought of his throbbing cock made me feel like electricity was flowing though my body. Fuck Janet he’s your son you can’t think about you son like that. I ought to talk to him, masturbation is a sin. But what would i saw i watched you masturbate. I decided i should just forget about it.
I went down stairs to do some work to keep my mined off of it. It was difficult though, the heat between my legs was getting hotter. I hadn’t had sex in 5 year since Todd left and that was hardly sex. I figured this must just be pent up sexual frustration from the last 15 years or so. I didn’t actually lust for my son i just was reminded of sex and that’s why this is happening, or at least that was what i was telling myself. I looked up how to deal with sexual frustration online and every blog said masturbate. I had never masturbated before as it is a sin. I was not going to masturbate but the war in my crotch was very strong. I went up stair and took a cold shower and then a few Tylenol PM to try and sleep my hornieness off.
I dreamed of my sons cock. I imagined he took me and ripped my clothes off.
“no josh no” i yelled in the dream
He ripped my panties down and placed his huge dick right outside my pussy.
“No Josh im your mother” i yelled in the dream
Josh lined up and was about to stick it in.
I woke up right before he got it in. My panties were soaked with my juices. Fuck Janet you need to get control of yourself. I went and took another cold shower to get all the juices off me and to get any kind of relief i could. i got dressed in my usually conservative clothing, a full length skirt and a loose sweater. I went down stairs.
“Hey mom” Josh said
My pussy twitched, “H.. hey sweetie”
“I’m going to go sleep over at Kyle’s tonight if thats alright”
my pussy was pouring out juices now and i could feel it dripping down my leg
“thats f..fine sweetie, h..have fun”
Josh came over to hug me. His strong hands clasped my back. i couldn’t handle it my pussy lost control and began spasming, my fingers dug into my back
“Oh my god” i yelled. I was cumming for the first time and i didn’t have any stimulation.
“are you alright mom” josh asked
“oh… aw yes sweetie i just took some Tylenol PM and am a little light headed and thought i was going to fall”
“Alright mom, well if your alright ill see you tomorrow”
“Bye sweetie”
the door slammed and he left. I had just came for the first time and i felt so good. I need to be fucked, i need my sons cock. I am going to seduce him.
I went to my room but to no surprise had not sexy clothes. I didn’t want to be boring, i have a day to prepare. I got in my car and drove to the salon i go to. I need a sexy cut i thought. I got it cut short, just above my shoulders and then died bleach blonde. I then headed straight to the mall. I went Victoria’s Secret and got a few bras, my favorite being a leopard print, strapless pushup bra. I got a matching black thong with a leopard print crotch along with a few other thongs and G strings. I then went to the lingerie section and got a few corsets and so fishnet hose. I was about to check out when i saw a purple night that was sheer from about mid torso down.
I headed to the check out.
“Wow is there a special someone” the cashier said
“Oh yes, after i seduce him” haha
the cashier laughed and handed me my bag.
I had one last stop, i needed a dildo.
I headed to Spencers Gifts, also in the mall.
I walked in and a young girl asked if she could assist me
“yes i need a dildo” i said, it sounded so naughty and strange coming out of my mouth.
she took me to a shelf and said her is our main selection. there was nothing muh over 6 inches.
i leaned over and quietly said “my partner is more like 9 inches do you have anything like that”
“Oh you lucky women” she said with a smile ” we have one” she went to the back and returned handing me the box. it was a big jelly dildo, the box said Cockzilla on the front.
“perfect” i said
I rushed home and took all the bags to my room, i was soo horny. I ripped my clothes off and saw my self in the full length mirror. I looked good, nice firm tits, a round ass. My new blonde hair made me look younger an slutty. Then i laughed, i haven’t trimmed my bush i a while, not really a point when your not having sex. It looked funny my brown bush with my blonde hair. Oh well deal with it tomorrow. i took out the leopard thong and bra and put them on with the fishnets, i looked so hot and was so turned on. i grabbed the dildo and ripped open the box and jumped on my bed. i moved my panties over and placed the head of the cock on my pussy
“oh”
it made my pussy twitch, i slowly put the head in
“Oh fuck” it felt so good
I pushed it in more
“oh my god, so this is what ive been missing”
i got it all the way in and sat there for a second and then started cumming
“FUUUUCCCCKKKKK”
i started pumping fast, my pussy was clenching the cock as i spammed
“i fucking need your cock josh” i yelled “im going to seduce you” i whispered as i slowly pumped the dildo in me as i passed out in exstacy
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This is my 1st story, pls don’t bash, comment are nice. no copyright infringement intended. There are religions that prohibit masturbatoin (like Judaism). If you belong to one of these religions, please do NOT read the following
hey guys! just another quickie 😉 email me if ya want! [email protected]
I was expecting him, just..not in that way
After secretly blowing him that night, I couldn’t stop picturing more ideas
First real story on here. The proper parts will follow after this it’s just an introduction.
Intro: Since people seemed to like the first chapter I am going to release the second chapter, if you like then please rate and comment. I read the comments and tried to fix’m but I don’t know if I got everything. There are many more chapters to come if you like… if you don’t I will stop so Enjoy.
On the short walk home my thoughts were still racing I still could not believe what I just witnessed. My little puny neighbor matt had just fucked the brains out of his mother right on their living room couch, and then just got up and walked away like it was nothing. I always sort of thought matt was gay or something because he never talked of girls that way (in fact I don’t think he has ever talked to a girl before) but to see him do that was just so shocking, yet at the same time I was extremely horny.
The week past without any other things happening, except that again my hunger for sex began to crawl back into my stomach like an angry monster. I was whacking off at least twice a night to the image of Mrs. Polnars cum covered ass and to her bouncing up and down on her sons little hairless cock. By now it was almost thanksgiving and my mom had made plans with my cousins and other family members to have a thanksgiving dinner at our house, I enjoyed thanksgiving at my house a lot and looked forward to it.
It was the day before thanksgiving now and still I had not witnessed any hot fuckings going on at the Polnars house. I was playing wiffle ball with Andrew and Corey in the Polnars yard, I was winning 9 to 3 when Corey said he had to take a piss so he went into the Polnars house and we continued the game. I was at-bat and right when Andrew threw the ball Mrs. Polnar opened the sliding door leading into their house and said “Andrew come inside and make your bed”. Mrs. Polnar was a bitch when it came to neatness in her house so Andrew just said ok and went inside. This left me outside by myself just standing there looking like a fool. I felt stupid so I started to throw the ball in the air and hit it with the bat. I was doing this for about 3 minutes and I started to get angry, I mean how long does it take to make a bed? I decided to just walk home, instead of taking the road I just cut through the Molcelles yard. When I was just entering their yard through some trees I saw Mrs. Molcelle sitting on the patio starring at me. I smiled and waved at her, she asked if I would like to sit down for a few minutes. I said sure, since I was supposed to be waiting for Andrew. I pulled up a lounge chair and sat next to her. She said “Wow Chris you are really getting tall. How tall are?” I told her that last time I went to the doctor I was 6’3”. She said wow that’s pretty damn tall, and we continued talking like this for a few more minutes. When she asked if I wanted to help with something inside.
By this point I knew Andrew and Corey probably ditched and went to play xbox. So I said sure thing and we went. The steps leading up from the patio into their kitchen are pretty steep so when Mrs. Molcelle went up first I naturally took a look at her ass, it was a pretty nice ass still firm yet with a little wiggle in it. Not as good as Mrs. Polnars but still a nice thing to look at. Anyway so I was looking at her ass jiggle as she went up the stairs and I noticed she was wearing this black lace thong that was stuck in between her to ass cheeks. Now this was enough to get my little friend rock hard in my pants, but I was wearing jeans so I knew she would not notice. So we got into the kitchen and she said she was having people over to move some things out of the basement and that she needed help laying down newspaper on the wooden floor so the movers wouldn’t scratch the wooden floors. I said ok, and that’s what we did for about 10 minutes. When we were done she said I better get going home, I left and went home.
As I left the moving van pulled up and out came three large black men, I’m not going to lie I was intimated by them so I kept my head down and got out of there fast. I’m not a pussy though. When I got to my house I noticed that I had forgotten my hoodie at Mrs. Molcelles so I went back.
When I got back to her house I went the back and knocked, there was no answer. Ok I thought to myself she must be down in basement with the movers. I opened the sliding door and went in, I walked over to the basement door and yelled down “Hey Mrs. Molcelle have you seen my hoodie?”, no response but I heard the movers faint voices so I decided to walk to the bottom of the stairs and ask again, once I reached the bottom I yelled again “Have you seen my hoodie Mrs. Molcelle?” Still no response. There basement is pretty large and there is this one room on the opposite end, so I thought she must be in there. The voices of the movers were becoming clearer and what I heard sounded weird at first. “Lift her up” or “take it all the way”. At first I thought they were robbing her (not racist just because what they were saying) but once I became very near I heard the noise. The same noise I had heard when I was hiding in that bush in the Polnars yard. I heard the same heavy breathing, and groaning I knew what was going on in that room, Mrs. Molcelle was getting her brains fucked out by those three black movers.
I did not know what to do at first, should I leave? Should I stay and watch? If it was not for my sexual desires I would’ve left that basement, but since I had that monster of an urge to fuck I needed to stay and see what was happening. I needed sex like a vampire needs blood; I wanted a good fuck like a dog needs a bone. And so I stayed, at first a just listened to the moans of Mrs. Molcelle and the grunting of the mad men who were fucking the living shit out of her. But I then grew I pair of balls and peered around the corner. It was sort of dim because there was only one single light bulb in the middle of the small room but I could clearly see what was going on Mrs. Molcelle was bent over on all fours while two of the movers were pumping there large ,almost unreal, black dicks in and out of her pussy and asshole. There balls were slapping her butt cheeks rhythmically SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. That wasn’t even the surprising part. When I looked at who was shoving their manhood down Mrs. Molcelles throat I didn’t see the large black cock that I expected. My mouth dropped about five feet; there standing with feet spread apart was ANDREW. He was fucking Mrs. Molcelles mouth with an unbelievable speed, it sounded like he was chocking the shit out of her but I could see in her eyes that she was loving every moment of it. She started to scream now, but Andrews dick moving down her throat soon shut her up. I looked around the room and saw the other mover standing in the corner jacking off his cock, which looked to me like a babies arm. One of the movers who was fucking Mrs. Molcelle in her back pulled out and pushed Andrew to the side, he shoved his dick in her mouth and exploded, Mrs. Molcelles couldn’t handle the amount of hot cum being pumped out of this man’s black hose and she started to choke. This caused all of the cum to come spilling out all over her ageing face. Her makeup was now smeared all over her face, her hair was a mess of sticky man juices and spit. She really looked like a little whore.
The Mover who was standing in the corner took the place of the one who pulled out and the rhythm of slapping balls started up again SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. Andrew placed his tiny dick back in her mouth and started to fuck her throat again. This continued for at least 30 minutes and then Andrew yanked his dick out of Mrs. Molcelles mouth and exploded his mainly juices all over her face. Mrs. Molcelle licked the cum around her lips then looked at Andrew and smiled she then said “Good job big guy” and winked at him. Her words were shaky and faint because of the two monster cocks pounding her in the back, but Andrew smiled back and bent down and kissed her on the lips, and grabbed a handful of her tits. He played with tits for a while then went into the corner with the other mover to watch the show. Now there was only two movers left so they changed positions one mover layed down on his back, with his dick pointing straight up like it was at attention, and Mrs. Molcelle mounted him riding his dick like you would ride a bull. The other mover walked over and shoved his large fat cock into her already cum filled mouth. While the Mrs. Molcelle bounced up and down rapidly on the movers cock on the ground, the other mover fucked her throat. I began to think Mrs. Molcelle must really like shoving things down her throat! The mover on the bottom soon started to show signs that he was going to explode, but Mrs. Molcelle started to scream “EXPLODE YOUR BIG BLACK DICK IN MEEEEEEEE” “I WANT YOU WARM SWEET JUICES IN MY PUUSSSSYYYY”. So he listened he thrusted his hips up into the air like a arch and with one last great pump he exploded deep inside her pussy. At the same time he was doing that Mrs. Molcelles entire body started to shake, she took the cock out of her mouth and shot her head upwards towards the sky and let out the loudest scream “AHHHHHHHHHOHHHHHHHHUHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHH” her hands were clawing out the movers rock hard butt cheeks as she struggled to stay on. She was breathing so fast I thought she was having a heart attack. The mover then thumped his hips down back to the ground, and Mrs. Molcelle fell down side ways, breathing slower and with the biggest grin ever. She got back on her knees and finished sucking off her black treat. He exploded in her mouth like the others.
Just as Mrs. Molcelle was getting off her knees Andrew came from the corner and pushed her on her knees and shoved his little dick into her wet, cum covered pussy. I’m sure after being fucked by the three biggest black cocks I have ever seen in my entire life, Mrs. Molcelle barely even felt Andrews little hairless white dick but she smiled at him and started to do some fake groans to make him feel good. He went as fast as an 11 could go when they are fucking a real woman, and he did have a lot of stamina. He was fucking her at a decent speed, when the movers said they had to leave. I started to panic I had to hide so I ran behind an old refrigerator. The movers walked passed carrying their clothes, they were still in their underwear, one of them said “Shit man I still got cum on my dick” the other mover said “Here use these to wipe it off” he then handed him my hoodie which was on the ground, and the mover cleaned his dick and balls off with my hoodie (I never wore that hoodie again but I kept it as a souvenir of that day) . The entire time I could hear Andrews’s small little balls steadily slapping against Mrs. Molcelles ass. I went back to my position to watch he turned her over so she was on her back facing him and he was facing her. She was talking to him and encouraging him “Good Job Andrew you’re really fucking me good” or “A little harder now” or “You like fucking my pussy?” he answered each with a deep grunt, and never took his eyes off her bouncing titties. Finally he stuttered “I’mm Gonna CUMMM” and Mrs. Molcelle responded “It’s okay big guy go ahead and cum right in pussy, I want it”, she wasn’t stuttering when she talked like when the monster dicks were fucking her, she barely seemed to really notice Andrews dick was in her, but she tried her best to fake it to make him feel like a stud. He fucked for another good minute or two and exploded his load wasn’t as big as his brothers but it was reasonable, and hey he was fucking a women at the age of 11!
He pulled out and she stood up and smiled at him saying “you want some lemonade now Andrew?” he said yes please started to put their clothes back on. At that point I quietly walked up the stairs and left the house. When I got home I jacked off until I was shooting ghost loads. I could not wait until thanksgiving when I would see all my family, and hopefully another good fucking. And maybe this time I will have the balls to Join in?
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[b]”Let’s play a game”[/b]
(1975) I loved the smell of the old Greyhound bus station, something about the exhaust from all those busses. But my Ma didn’t seem to like it there much; she seemed kind of nervous. Maybe I am confusing her disdain of the filthy bus station with the trepidation she must have felt with sending me, her thirteen-year old boy, off to Texas for a month. I don’t, but I did what I could to calm her, which meant doing what she said, promising to write and telling her how much I would miss her. Nearly thirty years later, I still wonder how she scraped-up the money for that bus ticket. Anyway, I got on the half-full bus and rode south out of St. Louis that evening with my poor mom on my mind, a backpack on my lap, and a window seat.
About three hours into my trip, the driver announced we would be stopping at the Poplar Bluff bus station. I closed my old dog-eared copy of The Fellowship of the Rings and looked out my window. I had never been to Poplar Bluff, and what I saw of it through my window didn’t imprint much on my memory – a small quiet town near the boot heel of Missouri.
The driver announced we could depart the bus, but it would be pulling out forty-five minutes later. The bus station was much smaller than St Louis’ was; it seemed older too. When I stepped from the bus with my back-pack slung over my shoulder, the driver reminded me when to re-board.
I found the men’s restroom. I peed and noticed an old coin operated machine on the wall that sold condoms. I had seventy-five cents but no need for a condom, though, according to the ad slogan, they were “guaranteed to please her”. I had no HER either, but I sure wanted one. My oldest brother had a girlfriend; she was a dream! Looking around, exploring, I found a tiny gift shop, closed for the night. I peered inside, saw a magazine rack. They sold Playboys! Then a row of vending machines caught my attention, but I had to save my money, and I had food in my pack, so, leaving the vending area, I looked around for something interesting to do, someone to talk to. That’s when I noticed her.
A pretty girl in a red dress sat not far from me. When I looked over at her, she smiled at me and gave me a little wave. Blushing, I waved back, straightening my shoulders, trying to look older, more cool.
She had a little backpack too, in her lap, and at her feet was a large old suitcase. I didn’t want to stare, and I didn’t have the nerve to approach her, so I kinda wandered off, peeking at her now and then.
Near the ticket counter, I found a giant map of the U.S. on the wall. I loved maps. It had little red dots showing where all the Greyhound bus stations were. I was trying to count them when a commotion started behind me.
“God dammit! You trying to rob me?” A big old guy hollered at the clerk behind the counter. He was wearing one of those wife-beater T-shirts; it was filthy, his gut protruding comically between the mismatched suspenders holding up his cut-off jeans. He was unshaven, and I swore I could smell his body odor over the fumes of the six busses parked outside. “That’s twice as much as it cost me to send her last year, you fuckin’ thief!”
I watched closely as the ticket-clerk stood up from his chair and explained to the redneck. “She was only twelve last year, that’s why it cost you less. She’s thirteen now, and we charge adult-fare for her.” the clerk explained sternly. “I clearly recall having this argument last summer . . .sir.”
“Thirteen my ass!” the redneck cried. He spun around and hollered, “Becky get your ass over here.” I saw the girl in the red dress hop up from her seat and run over toward us. “Tell this ass-wipe how old you are.”
“Thirteen, sir,” little Becky replied. She looked over at me briefly. She seemed embarrassed, so I turned around and pretended to examine the big map.
“Fuck!” the redneck hollered. I heard little Becky cry out, so I spun around quickly enough to see the redneck picking her up by the scruff of her neck, holding her in front of the clerk’s ticket window. “Tell him how old you really are!”
“Twelve,” she said meekly. “Really!” The redneck dropped her, and glared at the clerk. And, to my surprise, the clerk produced a bus ticket. “Daddy, that hurt.”
“Shut the fuck up and get back to your seat,” he hollered, handing her the ticket and putting his wallet back in his shorts. He gave me a quick glare, scaring me. I fled for the safety of the bus.
From my window seat I watched Becky, as she sat dejected in her seat. I hoped she was getting on this bus; maybe she would sit by me. I fogged up the window staring at her, watching her father berate her and finally lead her to my bus. I sat stiffly in my seat, praying she would sit close by. I pulled my backpack off the seat and set it on the floor, just incase by some miracle she wanted to sit there.
I saw her walking down the aisle, eyes downcast, her hands gripping her pack. She didn’t look at the open seat or me, just past by. My heart sank. As we pulled out of the station, I hopped up on my seat, looked toward the back of the bus, trying to spot her. She was sitting alone, all the way in the back, looking right at me. I plopped back down in my seat and considered joining her. She sure had looked sad.
Though no where on the scale of her’s, my own father could be an ass too; we had that in common and maybe we could talk about that. I fidgeted and squirmed in indecision. After several minutes, I was no closer to convincing myself she would want me to sit by her. I began to act it out, you know, like I was approaching her, saying hello to her, and began talking to her. I was animated, practicing my moves. I tried, sitting in my seat by the window, to look cool and calm. I waved at nothing, smiling like a champ.
“Whatcha’ doin’?”
I spun around in my seat. Becky was behind me, looking over the backs of the seats right at me!
“It looks like you’re talking to yourself,” she continued, looking at me with concern. “Well?”
The truth might work, I thought. “I was. . .” I stammered. “I was practicing coming back and talking to you.” She looked confused. “I wanted to look cool, you know. Not like a jerk or something. But I suppose I look pretty much like a jerk right now.”
Her little blond head disappeared behind the seat. And then smiling, she appeared in the aisle beside my empty seat. She sat down in my empty seat!
“What’s your name?” she asked sweetly, her words heavy with a country accent.
“Dan,” I answered holding out my hand to her. She took it. “You’re Becky?” She nodded, blushing a bit.
“I guess you heard my daddy raising hell back there.”
“Sounded a bit like my dad,” I said. “Becky, I know how embarrassing parents can be. My dad yells a lot, too.”
She had pretty blue eyes and wore her hair braided in two pigtails, tied with red ribbons that matched her polka-dotted dress. We began a long discussion, sharing our family secrets, our pasts and our plans for the future. Little Becky could really talk. I mean a lot – talk and talk. She was full of stories! I looked into her blue eyes and her voice would blur as I daydreamed about having a girlfriend like her. Although I didn’t live in Poplar Bluff, I imagined that, if Becky was my girlfriend, we could go to Six Flags together, ride one of those dark rides!
“I said watcha reading there,” Becky said. I snapped out of my daydreaming, blinking and embarrassed. I told her about my book. It was my second time reading it. I started telling her a little bit about the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but a glazed, uninterested look came over her.
“You’re nice, Dan,” she said, interrupting me. “Let’s play a game.”
“Okay.”
“We have to go back to my seat, across the bus, so we can see the cars.”
I didn’t really know what she meant, but I grabbed my pack and eagerly followed her to the back of the bus. We reached her seats, she told me to sit by her window, and when she sat down, she was right next to me! I felt a little uncomfortable, never really having been that close to a girl . As she explained the game, I got an aching feeling in my pants.
“We watch for cars with only one head light!” Well it sounded easy enough. But I didn’t see much point in it. My confusion must have shown, because she continued, “And . . . when we see one . . . ” she paused, allowing the suspense to build, “you can kiss me.” Wow! She studied me closely. “You know how to kiss, right?” I nodded, though I had never kissed a girl. “Good.” I figured that I could figure it out on the fly. The traffic was pretty heavy across the interstate, being the weekend, travelers and all. “Have you played this game before?”
I shook my head.
She said, “I have, but not with these rules.”
I was watching out the window, pretty anxious, kinda scared. “How many girls have you kissed, Dan?” I looked over at her. I wondered how many girls I should have kissed at my age. What was the proper amount, dammit? “You haven’t kissed any girls, have you?” I shook my head, shamed. “That’s alright Dan. I’m sure you’ll be a good kisser. You do want to kiss me, don’t you?” I nodded emphatically. “Well. . . watch then! Watch out there.” She pointed across the interstate. She snuggled up closer to me. “I’ll help you watch, we’ll make sure nothing gets by.”
I really liked her southern accent, and the way she smelled too. It was nice having her so close to me, the bus ride was getting a lot more interesting, certainly more fun than reading Tolkien. Then I saw a vehicle with only one headlight! Suddenly I found myself hoping it was a motorcycle, then I hoped it wasn’t, and then . . .
“There Danny There!” she cried, pointing to the car I had seen.
I looked over at her, nervous as can be. I felt her hand cover mine; it was warm, a little moist, so I thought she might be nervous too, which made it a little easier. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed my lips together, leaned toward her, and gave her a kiss right on her chin. Oops. I tried again, quickly readjusting my aim and finding her lips. We kissed, and held hands. Dude, do I have to tell you how hard my little pecker was? No. I bet I don’t. We kissed for several long seconds, before she pulled away.
“That was pretty good Dan,” she said. I smiled from ear to ear. “We don’t want to miss the next one, do we?”
I shook my head, and she pointed out the window. This was a great game! She was pressed very close to me now; so friendly. My attention was divided between the oncoming traffic and her little hand, her fingers entwined with mine. Then another one-headlight car passed, which I proudly pointed out, turning to receive my prize. She was ready and waiting, so I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open a just a little longer this time, and kissed her again.
“Much better, Dan,” Becky said with encouragement, making me proud. I opened my eyes while I was kissing her and her eyes were open too! When our gazes met, she began to kiss me very hard and pushed her tight body hard against mine, shoving me against the window. I loved that; she seemed so eager and happy to be kissing me. Soon I was watching for more one-lighted cars, my breath fogging the window, Becky’s hand holding mine tightly. We found another car, and another and another. Before long, I was a kissing machine, making Becky very happy. She said so!
“I like it when you kiss me, Dan,” she said sweetly into my ear. Her breath felt funny on me there, made me tingly. But the magic was soon broken; the bus driver announced another stop. Becky was soon talking away again, telling me about her cat and dog, as we rode through another sleepy town in the boot-heel of Missouri.
She was nestled closely to me, but when the bus came to a stop in the tiny station, wondering what we would do now, I was hoping and praying that this wasn’t her stop. I wanted to take a walk with Becky, or sit right here with her. I just didn’t know what was going to happen. Becky had it all figured out though.
“C’mon Dan!” She said hopping out of her seat, holding out her hand. I eagerly took it, stood and followed her up the aisle, adjusting my little pecker in my pants. We hopped off the bus, and explored all over. I bought us an Orange Crush to share. She seemed to love it, so I insisted she hold on to it. I found another map and showed her where I lived. She asked where I was going. I pointed it out on the map.
“Wow, way down there,” she said in awe. She pointed at Houston. “I get off here, the day after tomorrow.” My heart leapt at the thought of spending so much time with her.
When the bus driver hollered, I grabbed Becky’s hand and we ran back to the bus. I let her have the window seat this time, and pulled some chips out of my pack and shared them with her. When we got back on the interstate, we resumed our game. Now, while we stared out the window, I practice kissing her neck. She wiggled with delight when I put my tongue in her ear, and shivered when I nibbled on her earlobe.
“That feels so good, Dan.” While I held her one hand, she placed her other on my leg and rubbed it some when I made her feel especially good. She would speak out when she saw a car with only one light and we would kiss, now with our mouths open, for a long, long time. Some cars may have gotten by us. And then I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. I loved that, her little tongue playing with mine. We hardly stopped kissing at all. Our corner in the back of the bus was dark and deserted. We were left alone. My hands began to roam her little body while we kissed. I explored her without the slightest resistance.
When we finally stopped kissing for a moment, catching our breaths, she told me something astounding. “I have little boobs, Dan.” She said quietly. I looked down at her chest, seeing her two small boobs pressed against her dress. I was in awe of this girl and she giggled a little at me. “You can feel them,” she said. “If you want to, that is, I’ll let you touch them for a little while.”
I did! Yeah! I nodded. She took my hand and placed it on her chest. I massaged her little boobs with wonder, feeling and pinching her little nipples, hardly noticing her hand moving slowly up my leg. I jumped when it reached my lap and gasped.
“Your little cock is hard, Dan,” she said. Feeling ashamed, I nodded my head. She looked at me with some sympathy in her eyes, and rose from her seat. She reached above us, into an overhead bin, and removed a little blue blanket and two pillows. I put the pillows in the corner by her window, so she could lean back against them, and she spread the blanket over us. I felt so evil! When she sat down, she leaned back against her pillows with a thankful smile. Then she sat up again, and turned her back to me.
“Unbutton my dress Dan,” she ordered.
I fumbled with several buttons, until her dress fell open far enough for me to make out the top of her little ass. She wore no bra, thankfully, that would have slowed us down. She lay back in her seat again, and pulled the blanket up under her chin. I watched her wiggle around as she smiled at me wickedly. Soon, I could make out her hands moving under the blanket near her lap. Then she spread the blanket over my lap and reached for my hand. I felt under the blanket. She had slid her dress down to her waist! She let my hands wander over her little belly button, and to her breasts, all the while looking into my eyes. I could tell she liked the feel of my hands, from the sounds she was making, little ews and ahs. Her small breasts were less than a handful, but rounded and firm. She liked it when I touched them lightly, and she liked it when I squeezed them, too. She especially liked it when I tugged on her nipples, I could tell because she kissed me hard when I did, and her hand traveled back to my lap. And on my lap, her little fingernails began to tickle and lightly scratch my cock through pants!
“Oh Becky,” I moaned, breaking our kiss. She smiled at me knowingly, and found my zipper.
“Can I take it out and play with it, Dan?” She asked. Yes, please! While she unzipped my shorts, I unfastened my belt. The blanket had slipped off my lap, so I saw her hand disappear beneath my underwear. I thought her little fingers were full of magic when she wrapped them around my cock.
“Becky,” I groaned. She giggled in glee at my excitement, her hand beginning to pump me up and down.
“Does that feel good, Danny?” she asked, kissing my ear. She shifted even closer to me and the blanket slipped down her front, exposing her tiny tits to me which were suddenly illuminated by the lights of a passing semi. I stared at them in wonder and felt her other hand gently grab my balls. “Oh you look so excited. I’m glad you feel so good.”
Watching her tits, feeling her hands, I was lost, my legs twitching. It all felt so natural when she cooed in my ear, she was my friend and she was pleasing me with her hand pumping my cock. “Oh boy, Dan, your sure are hard!” Her hand was flying up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing them lightly. She giggled softly into my ear wheni started to thrust my hips up and down; an odd feeling was quickly overcoming me. Our eyes met, and she comprehended my state.
“Squirt it out Danny, it’ll feel so good, squirt, squirt.” She knew! She knew the feeling that was rushing through me like a big fast wave! My sperm began to fly into the air, falling onto the blanket, my chest, and her hand. “Danny, oh Danny!” she giggled with glee. Her hands grew slick with fluids, sliding up and down my shaft, coaxing my balls; I was in heaven. Finally, I stopped coming. My cock grew very sensitive; her pumping causing me to twist around in my seat. “Oh!” she cried. “Mm.” I felt feint as she pulled her hands off me, and began rubbing my tummy and leg. She was so sweet.
“Becky,” I admitted. “That was the best thing ever!” She smiled at me sweetly.
“I think you should pull that blanket up, Danny, and cover yourself,” she said looking down at my cock. “Maybe you should slip your shorts and underwear off. You’ll be a lot more comfortable, wouldn’t you?” I hadn’t considered that! I hesitated, thinking of the trouble that we could get in if discovered in such disarray. “It’s ok,” she promised. “We have a blanket.” I leaned over and looked up the long aisle. It seemed very quiet, peaceful on our bus. Looking back at her, I was indecisive.
“I’ll take my little panties off if you do.” I set a land-speed record for undressing, pulling the blanket quickly over my lap. Becky gave me a loving smile, and leaned over, laying her head on my lap, looking up at me with an evil grin. She sat up, though, holding my shorts and underwear. She folded them neatly and slid them under her seat. “We don’t want you to get them all wrinkled or have your wallet fall out,” she explained. She put her arms under the blanket and began to slide her undies off. She showed them to me, smiling, before she put them with my shorts. “There!”
“Have you ever felt a girl down there, Danny?” she asked me shyly.
“No,” I admitted. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed. Your boobs are the first I’ve ever touched.” This seemed to please her, make her proud.
“Would you like to touch me down there?” she asked kindly.
“I don’t know what to do really,” I confessed. “Yes though, but I hope I don’t…”
“You’ll be just fine. You learned how to kiss so well,” she explained. She held my hand, leading it slowly between her legs. She was very wet down there. I was surprised. “It’s cause I am excited, I didn’t pee or nothing.” I felt relieved as my hand roamed between her warm thighs.
“Oh. . . see. . . right there,” she moaned. I snuggled real close to her, and began to kiss her gently as I slowly learned how to please her. After a minute of fumbling around, I managed to insert a finger into her. It was really tight where my finger went, and soft. And wet. And hot! Suddenly her tongue was dancing wildly in my mouth, I was rubbing her just right. I felt a little nub just above where I was sliding my finger in and out of her, my finger was brushing against it with each thrust. She began to squeal with delight. Her legs clamped tight around my hand but I kept fingering her and rubbing that little nub. My pinky dipped below her little wet pussy, sliding between her ass cheeks and touching her little asshole. Oops! I thought that I really screwed-up but she suddenly pulled her legs up, her arms wrapping around my head.
“Oh yes! Touch it again, slide it in,” she moaned. I thought it was kinda weird, but I really wanted to please her, whatever it took. It was tough on my wrist, trying to work my pinky into her ass, so I used my other hand to rub her little nub, while I violated her little holes. Her butt hole was just as warm as her pussy, maybe a little tighter! She was wiggling and moaning like mad, no way I could try to kiss her then, so I just watched, the blanket having slipped off her in her excitement. I was working several fingers into her now, and Becky suddenly started to shiver, and a few moments later grabbed my hands, still shaking. I stopped what I was doing, recalling how sensitive I got right after I had squirted. She was breathing in big gulps of air, her body had gotten kinda sweaty, it glistened when headlights shown through our window. I thought she was the prettiest thing I ever saw!
She told me I made her feel Real good. Real good.
“You’re so nice and gentle with me Dan, so sweet, I’m so glad to be with you.” She slid her nearly naked body next to mine. She was so soft everywhere I touched her. I leaned back and she lay her head on my lap. I pulled the blanket over her shoulder and hips, covering her and slid my hands underneath so I could fondle her boobs. She was letting me do the naughtiest things! Things I had never ever imagined doing. My little pecker was growing hard again, and made a little teepee right in front of her face as I was feeling her soft skin. She lifted her head a bit and slid the blanket off my lap, and lay her head back down looking at my little cock.
“I’m going to make you squirt again, Danny.” As I ran my fingers through her hair, I felt something real wet sucking on the head of my prick. She took me into her mouth! I felt her little tongue massaging me. “Mm,” she moaned. It made me tingle when she did that. Slowly, she took more and more of me into her mouth, while cupping my balls with her hand.
Our bus pulled off the interstate as she gripped the base of my cock with her other hand, and slowly pumped it up and down while sucking on me. She was getting spit all over me and it felt great, slippery like. She wasn’t grossed out or anything, and those noises she made convinced me she was happy to be pleasing me again. She was slurping and humming sweetly, jacking me off and fondling my balls, which were getting wetter with her spit.
Her head started bobbing up and down as she took more and more of me into her mouth, until I felt It hit the back of her mouth and slip a bit down her throat. It would have made me gag! But not Becky. Nope, she just sucked real hard then, like she was drinking a thick shake through a thin straw. Sucking. Moaning. Rubbing my balls. It made me get that feeling again. It came on me faster this time, much more powerful. I told her. I warned her I was gonna squirt again, but she was so happy to be pleasing me, she kept sucking and sucking, my cock pretty deep down her throat. I squirted and squirted, my hips lifting us both nearly out of our seats. She was squealing with delight, with my cock in her mouth, as I squirted and squirted, she sounded so pleased. When I regained my senses, our bus was pulling into a dark bus station. I heard the front doors of the bus hiss open, and I saw a passenger and the driver get off.
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The first story in a series. An American Indian family is expelled from their tribe for perversions.
The thought of watching Lloyd’s beautiful naked body masturbating naked on the porch last night was difficult to push out of my mind throughout the rest of the following day……
The image of the fully clothed male doctor examining a naked female patient has always been incredibly erotic to me. The thought of my beautiful girlfriend being thus examined increases this eroticism; bringing out feelings of jealousy and protectiveness, mixed with pride and a perverse desire to show her off. I’ve always secretly wished to be able to accompany her and watch while she strips for and is examined by her doctor, but have never found an appropriate situation in which to realize this fantasy. Nor have I had the nerve to even discuss this rather prurient desire with my fairly conventional girlfriend.
I still have never been in the examination room with her; but during her annual physical last week my desires were satisfied beyond my wildest dreams, in a manner I hadn’t expected.
My girlfriend Elizabeth, Beth for short, is a strikingly attractive woman. At 32 she still has a young look about her, clear skinned and fresh faced. Of middle height with light brown shoulder length hair and dark blue eyes, she has large breasts and ample hips. She’s put on a little weight over the years, as most of us have; but it is evenly distributed, giving her a slight voluptuousness which complements her appearance as an attractive woman in her prime.
Beth had to change doctors 2 years ago when her old doctor retired. She likes her new doctor very much, but has mentioned to me that his office is often very busy, to the point of being hectic on occasions. Apart from long waits, this in itself would not be so bad; but the layout of the office itself, combined with the doctor’s out-of-date style of patient draping, has made her uncomfortable during some of her visits.
When I questioned her on this subject in the past I’ve encountered a somewhat embarrassed reluctance to discuss details; but she has admitted to me that her main dislike about the doctor’s system is the need for patients to sometimes have to leave the examination room, in a state of undress, and go to another room for a procedure. These little trips are often visible to people sitting in the waiting area. She quickly added that such exposures are usually brief and that the doctor maintains such an air of professionalism that the whole office is pervaded by it, including the other patients and visitors.
I did not press her for more details at the time, but I determined to accompany her on her next visit. Then, last Monday, she announced that her annual physical was scheduled for Friday afternoon, and that she was taking half the day off from work. I told her that I had been planning to leave work early myself on Friday, and suggested that I could meet her at the doctors’ and we could go out to dinner afterwards, she being required not to eat much before the exam. Beth was surprised and hesitated slightly at my offer; then overcame whatever inner reluctance she was experiencing and agreed, figuring I suppose that medical exams were part of life, and that if I did catch a glimpse of her undressed, I wouldn’t be seeing anything I hadn’t seen before.
Friday arrived and I left work about noon and headed for the downtown office building in which Beth’s doctor’s office was located. I wanted to arrive well before her so that we could go in together, to ensure that I wouldn’t miss any opportunity that presented itself. I knew that I might just be spending the next few hours in a crowded waiting room reading old magazines, but I was brimming with excitement nonetheless. Even if I saw absolutely nothing, the idea of sitting in a waiting room and knowing that, just down the hall or behind that door, my lovely girlfriend was undressing and being seen by another man would give me an odd thrill.
I arrived at the entrance to the building and waited a long 15 minutes before I spotted Beth walking down the sidewalk towards me. She gave me a smile and a wave when she saw me, and I was both proud and excited at how attractive she looked. Since she was coming straight from work she was dresses in smart, conservative business attire: Neatly pressed dark gray slacks, matching jacket, white silk blouse and black low-heeled shoes. I gave her a quick kiss and we entered the building together. We took the elevator to the sixth floor and turned left down a corridor lined with medical offices. I was savoring the feeling of walking along next to my well-dressed girlfriend, knowing that shortly she would have to remove her clothing for another man. When we got to a door marked ‘Dr. William Shiffman’, Beth opened it and I followed her inside.
Coming through the door we were facing down a short corridor with a small waiting room extending to our right. The area we could see was shaped like an ‘L’ with a fat base, the waiting room being the base. There were chairs along the two walls and two short rows of seats facing across the corridor. A receptionist sat behind a high counter to the right of the corridor. The wall starting at the entrance and running down the left side of the corridor contained a series of doors. These doors led to three examination rooms and a patients’ bathroom. The door to exam room #1 was actually in the waiting room itself, followed by the toilet and then exam rooms 2 and 3. The doctor’s office was behind the receptionist’s station, his door across from the middle exam room. At the end of the corridor was the x-ray cubicle, directly opposite the front door. The whole effect was of a slightly cramped but efficient use of limited space, which gave a “we’re all in this together fell” to the whole office.
The waiting room was very crowded. Beth walked across to the receptionist, a young perky blonde; while I found us 2 seats and sat down to survey the crowd. The room was filled with a wide mix of ages and types. Most people seemed to be there alone, with at least two obvious couples, an attractive 20 something pair and one couple in their mid 60’s. Men outnumbered women by at least 3-1. Beth finished with the receptionist and walked over to sit next to me, drawing a few admiring glances from some of the men. She leaned over to whisper in my ear, and her sweet, feminine scent washed over me. “It’s going to be a long wait” she said, which was obvious given the number of people in the room. Picking up a magazine, I idly thumbed thru it, but was more interested in taking in the routine of the office.
Patient’s names were called by the nurse; a pretty redhead in her mid 30’s dressed in light blue hospital scrubs and white sneakers. She would then accompany the patient to one of the exam rooms and go in with them, coming out shortly after performing a few preliminary tests; height, weight, blood pressure, etc. She seemed to be constantly on the move from room to room, busy but cheerful, with a loud, authoritative voice. There was some sort of medical technician who operated the x-ray and also the EKG machine, which was on a small cart and had to be pushed from one exam room to another when it was needed. He was a small, dark, Eastern European type with a tin moustache, and he wore a long white medical coat. Since not ever patient needed these tests he was out of sight for long periods of time. Finally there was Dr. Shiffman himself, very distinguished in his white coat and matching white hair. He moved deliberately between the exam rooms and his office, looking very fit for an older man and exuding an air of calm confidence.
It appeared to be a normal, busy doctor’s office, but with 2 unusual exceptions. The first being that due to it’s cozy design, when the doors to the examination rooms were opened or closed, some or all of the people in the waiting room could see inside. The degree to which one could look in varied with each room. Exam room #3 in the back offered only a very limited view to a few well positioned people. The middle room offered a partial but decent view for many. Exam room #1 however, whose door was actually in the waiting room itself, gave a total view to anyone who cared to look in when the door was opened, and a partial view inside for many even when the door was left slightly ajar, as I soon realized often happened in the hustle and bustle of the busy office. Most of us in the waiting room observed this and knew that the polite thing to do was not to look in. But as the expression goes, “The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”, not all of us could overcome normal curiosity or plain old voyeurism.
The second thing that set this office apart was much more startling. From time to time the nurse would come and escort a patient to the toilet or the x-ray room. This in itself would not be exceptional, except that it exposed, literally, the unconventional dress code Dr. Shiffman had for his patients.
My introduction to the unusual display came when an older man exited the middle exam room, accompanied by the nurse, and walked down the corridor towards the bathroom. I could hardly believe my eyes; the man was completely naked! Well almost; he held some sort of white towel against his ample belly, which covered his private parts but left his backside totally exposed! I glanced around the waiting room expecting to see equally astonished expressions on everyone’s’ faces, but was surprised to see most people paying only casual attention to the man’s startling, pink bareness. As he entered the bathroom, the nurse asked him to provide a urine sample and, handing him a cup, pulled the door shut and left to take care of other business. After a minute he re-emerged, naked as a babe, clutching the drape in one hand and holding his pee cup in the other. He padded barefoot over to the reception counter where he set down his specimen, then turned and walked back down the corridor to his exam room, his bare back and hairy ass totally revealed to any who cared to look.
Startled, I turned to my girlfriend for an explanation. With a small sigh of resignation, she explained to me in detail Dr. Shiffman’s system.
When a patient was taken in to the examination room, he or she was told by the nurse to take off all of their clothing, including their underwear. Patients were required to be completely naked for their examinations. They are given a papery type drape about the size of a small towel which they can hold in front of their bare bodies if they feel modest and if the doctor is not examining the parts they are covering. After the first few visits, most patients, reassured by Dr. Shiffman’s professional manner, dispense with the drape in the privacy of the exam room. When the patient must go out into the hallway however, they all reach for the drape and hold it pressed against their front. They may also slip on their shoes if they wish, as the tile floor can be cold. Of course this leaves their backs (and backsides) totally exposed; but the attitude of the doctor and his staff, which soon spreads to his patients as well, is “so what, we’re all made the same back there”. That leaves the visitors in the waiting room to adapt to this philosophy as best they can; which they do with varying amounts of success. Some manage total nonchalance, some politely look away, some sneak short peeks, and some can’t help but openly stare.
I now understood my girlfriend ‘s reluctance to discuss the details of her exams with me in the past. It was one of those things where you had to be there to understand. The mood of respectful camaraderie that prevailed in this office made these brief exposures seem minor and almost friendly. They were just accepted; no big deal. I thought about it for a while and decided that I was fine with it. Then I realized that I was fine with it as long as it was someone else who was being exposed. How would I feel when it was my beautiful girlfriend, undressed and on display to a crowded waiting room filled with men? The image forming in my mind of this scene gave me a genuine shock. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks; and this before anything had actually happened!
This was not the scenario I had hoped for. I would not be able to be in the room with Beth, watching while the doctor examined her. Instead, I would be on the outside looking in, just one of many who might steal a peek through an opening or closing door. Or more shockingly, I would be sitting here surrounded by other men, watching my girlfriend parading nakedly up and down the corridor right in front of us.
Now I felt my bold excitement of this morning start to fade. My fantasy had slipped from my control, and I found myself feeling very protective of my girlfriend ‘s modesty. But I was having the right feelings at the wrong time. There was no way to affect what would happen next without drawing additional attention to Beth, and maybe embarrassing her more. Since she had been here before and was willing to accept these unconventional arrangements, she had obviously made her peace with them, in order to continue with a doctor she liked. I was the one who had a problem with it!
I determined to sit in silence and suffer, along with her, whatever small indignities she might be put through. I tried to convince myself that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, most of the patients never left their exam rooms; and could be viewed only slightly, or not at all, through the opening and closing doors. But I also realized that most of the patients were not here for full physicals, the most comprehensive of all exams, requiring the widest array of tests and procedures. The best I could probably hope for was that Beth would get the rear examination room, farthest from prying eyes.
At that moment, almost as if on cue, the door to the rear room opened and the nurse came out, followed by the young husband whom I noticed earlier sitting with his girlfriend. He was a good-looking man with sandy hair and a trim body; but he looked absolutely mortified to be walking nude alongside the nurse in her blue uniform. His cheeks seemed to redden even more as the unusual pair approached the eyes of the mixed crowd in the waiting room. Holding the drape at his waist, he stood there with his small, bare ass hanging out as the nurse opened the door for him and gave him his embarrassing instructions. As he turned to go into the toilet, his drape swung forward and we were given a brief glimpse of his sandy pubic bush and his dangling pink penis and testicles. A few minutes later he came out, put his sample on the counter, and walked stiffly back up the corridor. I glanced over at his girlfriend and found her looking appreciatively at his naked buns. She then looked around the room accusingly, to see if any of the other women were shameless enough to check out her husband’s tush.
As he disappeared back into his room, it occurred to me that so far, all of the patients who had to go to other rooms for procedures had been men. Perhaps a double standard of modesty was in effect here, and women would not be required to leave their examination rooms with only the inadequate drape to cover their nakedness. At least I could hope.
The long wait for my girlfriend to be called stretched on. Various patients were called in and others left. New patients kept coming into the office, keeping it quite crowded. Only one other patient, a very wrinkled old man, made the naked trip down the corridor; this time to the x-ray room at the far end. In deference to his age and the unattractive appearance he made, almost everyone averted their eyes. We were able to easily look into the near examination room if we so desired; but I found myself deliberately not looking when the door opened, getting into the spirit of the office. Of course there were only men in there up to now, and one embarrassingly fat older woman, but I was still somewhat proud of myself for controlling my usually wandering eyes. I glanced over at Beth sitting next to me, prim and proper in her gray suit, her nose buried in a magazine. She looked so respectable, it seemed almost impossible to me that she might be put through any of the same indignities these lesser beings were forced to suffer.
“Elizabeth Harris?” the nurse inquired in her loud manner. That brought me out of my reverie and instantly to attention. ‘Here we go’, I thought, and felt my heart racing with excitement.
Beth promptly rose and, giving me a ‘see you later’ smile, walked smartly over to the nurse. “This way Elizabeth”, said the nurse; gesturing, to my utter horror, to the nearest examination room! With a sinking feeling in my gut, I watched as the nurse opened the door to exam room #1. The door was directly opposite the seats, actually in the waiting room itself. As the nurse held the door open, Beth strode past her and into the room, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. The nurse followed her inside and gave the door a shove behind her to close it.
The shove was not quite hard enough however; the door made contact with the frame and bounced back a little, leaving it slightly ajar. Neither nurse nor patient noticed this little accident, but I certainly did, as did the men sitting on either side of me. Even though the door was barely open it was enough, given the closeness of the room and our angle of view, for about 3 or 4 of us to see the area where my Beth was standing. The waiting room was very quiet at that moment, and we could clearly hear the nurse’s voice in the exam room.
“You’ve been here before Elizabeth, so you are familiar with our procedures. Get undressed, everything off; then get on the scale and we’ll get you weighed.”
So here was my girlfriend standing just a short distance away, looking very dignified in her business suit, in full view of myself and 3 strange men, and we all hear her instructed to take off all her clothes. And now the most amazing thing of all happens; she proceeds to do just that!
Beth is standing there almost directly facing us but turned slightly to the right. As she raises her hands and starts to undo the buttons of her jacket, I can feel my heart beating faster. Taking off the jacket, she reaches for one of a number of hangers from a hook on the wall and carefully hangs it up. She quickly unbuttons her blouse and slips it off, revealing the creamy skin of her bare arms and upper body; contrasting with her very white and very full brassiere. Beth stands there in her white bra, gray slacks and black shoes, as she puts the blouse on a hanger.
My girlfriend seems to be in a hurry to get her clothes off, unaware that 4 men are watching her strip thru the open door. She kicks off her shoes and stands barefoot on the cool floor, not having worn any stockings today. Next she undoes the zipper on her hip and allows her stylish pants to slide down her smooth legs, gracefully stepping out of them.
Now wearing only a white bra and matching panties, she neatly folds and hangs her slacks, giving us a nice long look at her in her underwear. Clothed, Beth’s extra weight is well hidden, but seen in her undies; she is a bit fleshy; especially around her full bosom, hips and belly. Her overall aspect is one of voluptuousness; and judging from the goggle-eyed stare of the man on my right, it was having its’ effect.
The moment of truth has now arrived. Without hesitation, my girlfriend reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. Shrugging her bare shoulders forward, the brassiere falls away from her body and Beth’s big heavy breasts tumble forward in all their naked glory. I was embarrassed for my girlfriend, but I also felt proud of her beautiful, white titties with their ruby nipples. Beth’s bounty wobbled sexily as she moved to hang up the bra.
Facing forward again, bare breasted, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties, paused for a quick breath, and in one easy motion pulled her underpants down. Beth’s naked tits hung free, her nipples pointing at the floor as she leaned forward to gracefully step out of her empty panties. She picked them up and stood there totally, gloriously nude; the thatch of brown pubic hair between her legs startlingly exposed. The view of her standing there naked as God made her; my modest and dignified girlfriend, tits, pussy, everything on display; was literally breathtaking. What a world class treat for the other men who could see her, I thought. I was angry about these strangers getting a free show, but I must admit I was a little turned on about it too.
Just then, before me and my fellow voyeurs got over our initial shock at Beth’s accidental exposure and could really concentrate on her charms, the nurse noticed that the door was ajar and quickly shut it. You could almost hear a moan of disappointment sweep through the waiting room. The other men, like little boys caught peeking in the girl’s locker room, guiltily picked up their magazines and pretended to be interested in them. But I knew that their hearts’ were in the examination room with my girlfriend, imagining her just on the other side of the door, unclothed, mother naked, bare-assed, in the raw, au natural, in…, well, you get the picture.
It had been sort of thrilling to have my girlfriend exposed in front of other men, but it was also humiliating; and I felt that I’d had enough excitement for one day. I hoped that Beth would remain hidden for the rest of the exam, but I couldn’t forget the parade of nude men being led to the bathroom. I convinced myself that the nurse would make an exception to the normal routine for a woman, especially an attractive one, and that Beth would at least be permitted to do her urine sample in the privacy of the examination room.
Time passed, and I was just starting to have faith in my new theory when the door to Beth’s room opened and the nurse emerged, followed by my very naked girlfriend. She was holding the paper drape to her bosom, which covered her front from boobs to mid-thigh, and left her sides and back entirely bare. Fortunately the toilet was right next to the exam room, so she wouldn’t be exposed for long; but Beth was now in the waiting room itself, a room filled with fully clothed people, and she was wearing her birthday suit! The nurse held the bathroom door open and Beth scurried inside, mooning the room.
The door was closed behind her but then the nurse, remembering some other duty, cracked it open and instructed Beth: When you’re finished Mrs. Harris, leave your specimen on the reception desk and return to your room.” She shut the door again quickly, but not before some of us had a brief but shocking view of my girlfriend sitting nakedly on the toilet bowl, the drape propped against the wall.
The indignities keep piling up, I thought; though I don’t believe that Beth was aware of this latest peep we had had. And now she would have to walk back to her room unescorted and unclothed. The waiting room had gotten very quiet in anticipation of the coming show. So quiet, in fact, that we could presently hear a soft splashing noise emanating from the bathroom; the very intimate sound of my girlfriend peeing. The sound conjured up the obscene image of piss squirting from between the hairy lips of a woman’s cunt; and it contrasted sharply with the dignified appearance Beth had made when she sat demurely in her business suit, only 15 minutes ago.
The sound trickled off, so to speak, followed by a loud flushing noise. The bathroom door opened and Beth strode purposefully to the reception desk, barefoot all over. She held the drape against her chest with one hand, the other hand carefully holding the cup of her steaming urine for all to see. I noticed that my girlfriend ‘s cheeks were blushing hotly as she avoided the sea of eyes focused on her nudity. As she leaned forward to place the sample on the counter, the drape fell away from her lower body, giving everyone a surprise peek at her dark pubic thatch. Turning quickly, Beth hurried back to the safety of her room; her naked ass cheeks jiggling lewdly.
All doors were now safely shut; and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. As I re-played in my mind the incredibly erotic scenes we had just witnessed, I became aware of a pressing need to adjust my underwear. I had a monster erection. While re-adjusting myself as discretely as possible, I glanced around the room and noticed some of the other men similarly occupied. The thought of all these men’s’ pricks stiffening as they watched my woman wave her bare fanny at them sent a new thrill through me. I was starting to genuinely enjoy this experience; my shame and embarrassment mixing with a desire to show off my lovely girlfriend. I found myself looking forward to her exposure with a sense of anticipation.
A few minutes passed and the nurse popped out of a room and called in her powerful voice, “Victor, EKG in room 1 “. The small, white-coated man with the pencil-thin moustache emerged from the rear, pushing a cart with the electrocardiogram machine on it. He stopped at in front of Beth’s door. The nurse came and, without bothering to knock, opened the door wide to allow him and his cart to enter. Everyone in the room could now look in and see my girlfriend sitting on the examination table in the altogether.
Her hands were at her sides, flat on the table, her smooth legs dangled over the edge of the table, bare feet swinging just above the floor. Beth’s big titties, capped by her lovely pink nipples, pointed straight at us like a pair of headlights with their high beams on. All too soon cart, technician and nurse were inside and the door was shut, blocking out this latest vision of naked beauty. In less than a minute the nurse came out, giving us just a second to peek in and see Beth stretched out flat on her back on the table. The drape had been placed across her hips, covering her genitalia from the tech’s view. He was busily attaching the leads from the machine to her chest, his eyes free to roam over her bare breasts, so blatantly on display.
Now I had the uncomfortable experience of having to sit helplessly on the wrong side of a door; knowing that just on the other side, hidden from my site, my girlfriend was lying stretched out, mostly naked, in the presence of a male technician. It felt like Beth was being unfaithful to me, showing her body, in private, to another man. I had to sit with this unsettling image in my mind for several minutes while the test was proceeding.
Finally the door opened and Mr. Pencil-moustache began pushing the cumbersome cart through the doorway, past which I could now see Beth sitting up on the table with her legs flat out in front of her. She was using a tissue to wipe the spots of gel off her chest where the leads had been attached, her boobs bouncing with her efforts.
Suddenly the front corner of the cart struck the doorframe, causing the device to turn and jam in the doorway with a noisy clatter. The tech was struggling clumsily to free it when a man sitting near the door leaped to his feet and rushed over to help. This quick thinking opportunist now stood right in the doorway of the exam room, staring inside while shaking the cart to free it. By now Beth had slipped off the table and was standing in front of it, minus her drape. She looked towards the door to see what the commotion was about and was startled to meet the gaze of the Good Samaritan as he ogled her nakedness. She was so unnerved at his blatant leering that she just stood there dumbly, forgetting to cover herself as he feasted his eyes on her uncovered femininity.
Then the cart was free and thru the door, which the technician quickly pulled shut behind him, allowing me to forgive him a little for being alone with my girlfriend a few moments ago. The noble helper returned to his seat, looking very pleased with himself. I glared at him for a while, and then realized how futile it was. I had to resign myself to the fact that my girlfriend ‘s modesty was, and would continue to be compromised, until her exam was over and she could put her clothes on again.
Finally, Dr. Shiffman himself came walking up to the exam room door and, after giving a polite knock, entered. The brief glimpse I had was of Beth sitting again on the examination table, the paper drape held demurely in front of her, only her bare sides showing. “Hello Elizabeth. How have you been?” I heard the doctor say before the door shut behind him.
I found myself relaxing a little, knowing that now only the doctor was in the room with my Beth. Even though he was fully dressed, including jacket and tie, and she was sitting there without a stitch on; they were doctor and patient, thus making the situation socially acceptable. I was aware of how my perspective had changed since this morning, when the idea of a male doctor seeing my unclothed girlfriend had excited me terribly. Now I was almost relieved that only he could see her; as opposed to a roomful of people and other office personnel.
Soon the blue-clad nurse came down the hall and entered the exam room again for some purpose, exiting a few minutes later; giving 2 more quick peeks to a by now very attentive and appreciative audience. Our first view was of Beth sitting up very straight and very naked, no drape, on the edge of the table. The doctor stood to her side with one hand on her bare shoulder, pressing the stethoscope to her back with his other hand. He listened intently as she breathed deeply in and out, her full mounds rising and falling with each breath. We had a wonderfully clear view of my girlfriend ‘s bare breasts, capped by her pale, pink areolas and proud reddish nipples.
Even though I have seen Beth’s tits countless times; they have never seemed more erotic to me. Having her twin lovelies on display in front of so many males was almost painfully erotic.
View #2, as the nurse exited, was very different but just as exciting. Beth was now stretched out on her back again, Dr. Shiffman standing over her, palpating her abdomen. As he moved his hands lower over her tummy, his thick fingers pressed the white flesh just above her growth of brown pubic hair, sprouting thickly at the bottom of her bare belly. As the door closed again, I quickly glanced around the room, realizing that all these men had just seen my girlfriend ‘s pubes. I felt like I was sharing my girlfriend ‘s intimate secrets with the entire world and, to tell the truth, the feeling was mind-blowing.
In a few minutes a new figure entered the office and approached the reception desk. He was a large, chubby man with a round pink face and the overly friendly manner of a salesman. It turned out he was a representative from a pharmaceuticals firm. The receptionist exchanged greetings with him, he was obviously a regular visitor, and then I heard her tell him “We’re very busy right now John, but I’ll see what I can do”. With that she got up, walked over to the door of exam room #1, knocked briefly, and stuck her head in the door. I could not hear what she was saying or the doctor’s response, and her body blocked anyone from seeing into the room this time. She then pulled her head back and closed the door behind her, keeping her hand on the doorknob. Turning to the salesman she said “The doctor is too busy today to see you in his office. He is with a patient now, but since you say you only have a few questions for him, you can go in for a few minutes only. Please be brief.” With that she opened the door wide and he marched right in. What he saw, however, must have shocked him as much as it did me and all my fellow onlookers.
Beth was bending over the table, her naked rump facing the door. Her long, sturdy legs were spread wide, her upper body resting on her folded arms on the padded exam table. The doctor was grasping one full cheek of her ample behind and pulled it to one side, exposing Beth’s puffy, red asshole to our astonished eyes. The last thing we saw as the door slowly closed was Dr. Shiffman sliding his thick, greased finger into my girlfriend ‘s slowly parting anus, her hairy pudenda also visible between her spread legs.
I sat there stunned, shaking with excitement and mortification. As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to have my girlfriend so obscenely exposed to a roomful of men; the sleazy salesman had somehow talked his way into Beth’s exam room and was, at this very moment, watching the doctor fingering her brown eye.
The indignity and inappropriateness of it all angered me to the point of getting to my feet to protest to the dumb, blonde receptionist. Then I realized that making a scene might result in another door opening and further exposures. Steaming, I sat back down, trying to imagine the scene inside the exam room.
I couldn’t stop myself from conjuring up the most obscene visions. I pictured the salesman lustily watching Beth’s distended anal ring tightly gripping Dr. Shiffman’s intruding finger. I thought about how my girlfriend ‘s anus, her most secret spot, was a secret no longer. But the most painful feeling was one of being shut out, knowing that two other men were getting to see Beth’s shame and exposure and I wasn’t!
A wave of guilt hit me and I realized what a selfish shit I was being. Here was my girlfriend, going thru a long and degrading experience, and all I could think about was my own injured pride and lewd fantasies. She was the one who actually had to endure being naked and vulnerable in front of all these fully clothes people, most of them men. I could only imagine how hard that must be for a woman of Beth’s age and modesty.
I could picture her in the room now, huddled up with the skimpy drape clutched tightly to her bare body; trying to hide her nudity from the fat drug salesman, mortified at the thought of how much of her he had already seen.
I could not have been more wrong!
The nurse, who had been out of sight for a while, came out of a back room and up to the front desk, where the receptionist informed her of the salesman’s’ presence. A look of shock passed over her face and then, bless her, she laced into the air-headed blonde. “You’re never to allow anyone except a medical professional into a room while a patient is being examined, NEVER!” “But he is in the medical field”, she protested weakly. “He’s just a salesman” the nurse shot back as she turned to oust the intruder from the exam room. When she opened the door however, the scene that greeted our eyes was not the one I had visualized.
Dr. Shiffman had his back to the table and was talking to the salesman, who was trying to carry on his part of the conversation while stealing glances over the doctor’s shoulder at my naked girlfriend. Instead of being huddled up in shame however, as I had imagined, she was in a very different pose.
My normally reserved girlfriend was sitting buck naked on the padded table, leaning slightly back, supported on her straight arms, hips thrust forward; glaring defiantly at the two clothed men. Her legs were open a little and as I watched, she slowly and deliberately spread them until they were as wide as her sitting position would allow! As her smooth thighs parted, her vagina opened like a pink clam in the center of her dark pubic bush.
The chubby salesman’s mouth opened in dumb shock at the sight of Beth’s brazen exposure. In a daze myself, I stared in wonder at my glorious girlfriend, naked as God made her, her large breasts hanging free, her vulva openly displayed for whoever cared to look. There was a look of contempt in her eyes as she provocatively challenged the salesman to inspect her nudity.
The nurse broke the erotic spell by quickly hustling the now red-faced and sweating salesman out of the exam room. As she shut the door behind her, we got one last look at Beth’s startlingly exposed pudenda, her pink cunt lips glistening within their soft, hairy nest.
As the shaken drug salesman beat a hasty retreat from the office, I could hear my girlfriend quietly but forcefully berating the doctor for permitting the intrusion. Beth’s normally quiet demeanor could be deceiving; she was a tiger when given enough provocation. Now I could faintly hear the doctor apologizing, trying to explain that examining a woman is so routine for him, he sometimes forgets the importance of a patient’s right to privacy. Soon the doctor exited the room, closing the door so quickly behind him that we only had a brief flash of bare flesh.
I was overcome with a feeling of enormous pride for my girlfriend. She was quite capable of standing up for herself when she felt she was being treated shabbily. She was brave enough to go with the program here and walk in front of the men in the waiting room nearly nude. She was modest but not to the point of timidity. And she was proud enough of her body to be able to flaunt it openly in order to intimidate a leering male.
Despite the evidence to the contrary she had just given everyone in sight, she had balls!
I assumed that now her physical was over, but one more treat was in store for me and my comrades, my ‘band of brothers’. I was starting to view the as faithful companions, since they stuck by me in the waiting room even after their own exams were finished. Those accompanied by wives or girlfriends would leave at the appropriate time; but those answering to no man, or woman, would linger indefinitely.
As if to reward them for their patience, here came the nurse again and stuck her head in Beth’s door. “We need to get a chest x-ray and then we’re done, Elizabeth. You can slip on your shoes if you want, and then I’ll take you down the hall”. She pulled the door closed for about 10 seconds to give her some privacy, and then opened it again, cheerily inquiring “Ready?”
Beth had one shoe on, and was daintily stepping into the second when the door opened. She was exposed to all in a particularly sexy pose; leaning slightly forward with her leg extended, working her bare foot into her shoe, her twin lovelies hanging down, her teats pointing at the floor.
Then, as the nurse held the door for her, she strode boldly thru it and into the waiting room, wearing only her shoes. She had forgotten her drape!
Apparently the upsetting incident with the salesman, the suddenness of the nurse’s instructions, and just growing accustomed to having no clothes on resulted in Beth simply forgetting to cover up before appearing in public.
The result, of course, was that the waiting room crowd was treated to the ‘Full Monty’. My 32 year old girlfriend was wearing only her low-heeled black pumps as she paraded naked in front of us, tits wobbling and brown bush shamelessly displayed between her legs. As she turned and headed down the corridor, flashing her bare tushy at the roomful of men, the surprised nurse fell into step beside her.
It was an arresting sight to watch the two women walk down the hall side by side; the one naked except for her shoes, her buttocks wagging obscenely with each step; the other fully dressed in blue scrubs and sneakers, her attire highlighting the nudity of her companion.
They were halfway down the corridor when Beth suddenly stopped, her knees came together, and her ass cheeks clenched tight. She had just realized that she was totally bare. She leaned over and whispered hurriedly to the nurse, who must have said something like “we’re almost there”. Then they continued walking, Beth a little more hesitantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest to both hide and support her bouncing boobs, now acutely aware of her exposed state.
When they reached the x-ray cubicle at the end of the hallway the technician stepped out to meet them. Standing in front of the two women, his eyes widened at the sight of Beth wearing only her shoes, arms crossed over her full titties, her belly and muff open to his gaze. After feasting his eyes on her for a moment, he ushered her into the cubicle and had her stand facing the machine. This gave those of us in the waiting room that could see down the hall a side view of her. She was made to stand erect in her heels and press her big breasts against the x-ray plate. Her hands were placed on her bare hips and she hunched her shoulders forward for her pictures. The tech then pulled a heavy curtain across the opening, hiding her from view.
The x-ray was quickly taken, the curtain flung back, and the nurse immediately covered my unclad girlfriend with a new drape. After whispering some instructions, the nurse left for other business, leaving Beth to return to her exam room unescorted.
Beth now walked alone down the corridor towards her waiting audience. She looked for all the world like a fashion model strutting down the runway. Her shoes clicked elegantly on the tiled floor as the white drape, complimenting her bare legs and shoulders, seemed like some daring new fashion. As she swung past the crowd in the waiting room and reached for the doorknob, one corner of the drape dropped down, exposing one beautiful breast and nipple.
Like some half-clad figure from Greek mythology, Beth marched through the doorway. With a final shake of her bare fanny, she was in the room, the door swinging shut behind her.
When I started to emerge from the erotic trance I was in, I became aware of two things. First, that the erection I had sported for the better part of the last hour was showing no signs of weakening; and second, that I was happy as only a man whose fantasies had come true could be. Watching my lovely girlfriend parading around naked in public and being seen by other men filled me with feelings of excitement, lust, embarrassment, pride, humiliation and satisfaction. I was experiencing the richness of life; with its’ endless wealth of conflicting emotions!
As I sat there musing, my eyes never left the door of Beth’s exam room, imagining her behind it and waiting for her next display, which I had now come to expect on a regular basis. Minutes passed, and I began to realize that the show, I mean the exam, might finally be at an end. Sure enough, with a click of the latch the door opened and my girlfriend emerged, fully clothed. It was sort of a shock to see her with her clothes on, as we had gotten used to seeing her in the nude.
She strode across the waiting room with a smile and reclaimed her seat next to me. I gave her a wink and we sat there together, husband and girlfriend, as if nothing unusual had happened. I looked down at my girlfriend ‘s bare ankles, between her black shoes and the neatly tailored hem of her gray slacks, and the strangeness of the last hour washed over me again. I marveled at how just minutes ago, those same attractive shoes were all that she had on.
Sitting there, I became aware of the appreciative glances Beth was getting from some of the other men and women in the room. I supposed that many of the men were thinking about how they now “knew” her, having seen her most private parts. Perhaps they were just struck, as was I, by the amazing contrast between a woman’s body clothed and nude. Whatever their thoughts, I was certain that they would never forget this day; and would always have the image of my naked Beth, to conjure up and do with as they pleased.
I suppose I couldn’t begrudge them their memories; after all, I got to go home with the star of the show!
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Chapter 4 John and I get together for the first time with out Kim.
This would be a temporary job, I told her I would do this until I could take the trip with my friends but if I become even a part time whore, what will you think of me? I mean will you still like me, respect me? And you won’t tell mom will you?”
A man finds himself in a situation that leads to experiences that he knows nobody would ever believe.
BY: Alba1971
Part 2
The laptop was set up again that evening and, right on cue, Amber entered my room as she had done night after night. Of course, the big difference this time was that I was awake and ready. I let things progress as usual but found it extremely difficult to maintain my composure. In her eyes, I was supposed to be asleep, but the feeling of her soft, wet, teenage lips wrapped around my pulsating cock was taking its toll on me. I would let out a slight moan and she would stop for a second, ensuring I was still ‘asleep’. Thankfully, I wouldn’t need to keep this up much longer. As I felt the usual stirring in my balls, I readied for the next stage of my plan. This one was going to be massive and I was soon exploding, sending pulse after pulse of my hot cum deep into her welcoming mouth and throat, hearing her choke as she tried to keep up with the massive load being forced down her throat. As I began to cum, I bolted up and grabbed onto Amber’s head, driving my cock to the back of her throat and screaming … “Oh god baby, I’m cuummming. Fuck LISA, I’m cumming. Take every last drop baby. Damn I love your mouth around my cock.” As my cock spewed its last drop into my oversexed niece’s tight little mouth, I quickly let out a “What the fuck?” and pushed her off me, yelling at her to get out of my room and muttering “I thought you were Lisa … I thought you were Lisa.”
As I expected might happen, she wasn’t in the kitchen as usual when I got up. In fact, it was some two hours later when I finally heard movement from her room. I yelled at her to come down to the kitchen. As she slowly rounded the corner, it was clear that she knew she was in shit. I chuckled to myself noting the ‘casual’ outfit she had chosen. No T-shirt and panties this morning it would seem but rather a baggy pair of track pants and a loose fitting shirt. When she sat down across from me, I sensed she was ready for a little fight and had thoughts that she would somehow be able to control this situation. She had no idea how wrong she was.
“What the hell happened last night? This wasn’t my fault. I thought you were Lisa, you know that.”
She didn’t reply, instead simply staring at me.
“I’ve got no choice Amber. This is serious. I need to call your mother and tell her what happened. You need to leave … today. I can’t have you here anymore, not after what you did.”
“What I did? I don’t think so. I like it here and I’m staying until it’s time for me to leave. So if you’re going to call my mother, be sure to tell her what YOU did to her innocent little girl. Sneaking into my room night after night, touching me while you thought I was asleep and then forcing your ‘thing’ into my mouth. Do I need to continue or do you get the picture Uncle Bill?”
“Hold on now. Let’s not jump the gun here” I say as a smirk runs across her face. “I’m sure we can figure something out right?”
Now was the time to see which way this was going to play out.
“I’ll tell you what. You want to stay here for the rest of the summer, fine, but things are going to need to change. First off, I am now in charge of this little game of yours and it’s time things progressed beyond a little cock sucking, much as I enjoyed last night. So get your tight little ass up off that chair and loose the baggy attire. Your Uncle wants to see once and for all how much you’ve grown.”
The look on her face went from shock, to disgust, and then back to her smirk. I knew exactly what she was thinking and I was pleased that this was the route this was playing out. As much as I would have enjoyed her obeying my demand right there, the alternate was going to be much more enjoyable for me.
“I’ll tell YOU what Uncle, I don’t think so. As you’ve probably figured out by now, I like to be in control … I’m pretty good at it in fact. And I’ve gotten a little bored with my late night visits to you. Maybe I’ll turn my attention to one of your cute neighbors that has been gawking over me when I suntan. Besides NO ONE tells me what I will and won’t do with my body. Who the hell do you think my mother is going to believe anyway.”
And with that, she strolled back to her room, seemingly enjoying her victory. All I could think to myself was … checkmate.
I waited until after dinner to spring the last latch to the trap and called Amber up to my room. Thinking she was now in charge, her demeanor had changed considerably and I received a bit of a ‘What the fuck do you want’ kinda look as she entered my room.
“Amber, for the last few days, I’ve noted money missing from my wallet and, before coming out and accusing you, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.”
“So I set up a camera over here to try and catch you going into my wallet while I was asleep. At least that’s how I’m going to explain the tape to your mother.”
“You know, the recording from last night that clearly shows you sneaking into my room and starting to suck my cock while I’m asleep. The one that shows me yelling my dead wife’s names in lust just as I started cumming and then kicking you out of my room when I realized what was happening.”
It was clear by the look on her face that what was happening was starting to set in. When I pressed play on the computer and she began to watch the scene unfolding before her, she knew she had lost the control she so much enjoyed and, even though she wouldn’t look at me, I could tell she was nervous now.
“And don’t even bother thinking about fucking around with the computer and trying to erase the recording. There are enough copies kicking around the house right now, you’d never find them all.”
“Now my niece, as I so kindly asked earlier, loose the FUCKING attire and show your Uncle just how much you’ve grown …. NOW !!!!!!”
The tears began to flow. “Please Uncle Bill, don’t make me do this, please. I’ve never done anything more than this. I’m still a virgin. Please don’t …”
The word virgin caught me off guard. I hadn’t even thought of that and had just assumed, based on the way she had expertly taken care of my cock the previous night, that this little minx had been fucking for some time now. I had already imaged her perfectly formed ass bent over a couch at her home, moaning loudly as one of the neighborhood boys rammed his cock repeatedly into her. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought she had yet to experience a throbbing dick thrust into her tight pussy. I was having a hard time with all this and my cock was already straining lewdly against my jeans.
“Don’t make me ask the question a third time Amber.”
And with that, I saw a look of surrender come across her face. She knew there was no way around it and began to slide her track pants down her long, slender legs, kicking them off to the side. Seeing her standing there, still with her T-shirt on was almost too much to bear, knowing what was to come next. Flashing her a stern look, she lifted her arms and pulled the T-shirt off her body, revealing that perfect frame I had often starred at while she tanned. Seeing her standing there in her silk white boy shorts and matching bra, I could barely control myself and I motioned for her to remove the remaining clothing.
With a final sigh of defeat, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor but covering her perfectly rounded breasts with her arm. I let her have her moment and watched as she used her free hand to lower her panties to her knees, quickly covering her pussy and pushing the panties down and off to the side with her legs. My heart skipped a beat as a stared at her. Amber hesitantly lowered her arms to her side. She was perfect, there was no other way to describe her body. Solid tan lines outlined her well developed tits, with large dark areola and nipples that had already begun to harden and point towards me, seemingly begging to be sucked. As I slowly worked my gaze down her body, past her flat stomach and her shapely hips, I moved in to the prize. I’m sure I let out a small gasp when I finally came to her pussy. Perfectly manicured, there was not a hair to be seen and her lips had already begun to fill with blood, protruding neatly from her cunt. Amber shifted uncomfortably and I was rewarded with a slight glint of wetness. My god, her body had betrayed her and she was actually getting excited at this.
“Turn around and show me that gorgeous ass of yours.”
As she slowly turned her back to me, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to force her up against the wall right then and there and ram my cock into her tight virgin pussy. But I held myself back. I had my plan. Then again, plans can be changed a little.
“Amber … open your legs a bit and bend over … all the way. I want to take a closer look at that beautiful little pussy of yours.”
As she obliged, it became clear that she was more than just a little excited. She bent forward and her swollen lips parted ever so slightly, revealing the pink folds of her cunt, clearly moist. Although a few feet away from her, I could smell her aroma and it was intoxicating. I leaned forward onto my knees, now less than an inch from her and inhaled deeply. Ever so gently, I reached up and ran a single finger along her wet lips, stopping only when I heard her gasp. Placing my wet finger on my tongue, the taste of her juices was beyond anything I had imagined.
But that was as far as the change to my plan was going to go. Excited or not with what was happening here, Amber needed to be reminded once and for all who was fully in charge here, now and for the remainder of her visit.
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I’m sitting here with a black two-inch wide butt plug buried in my asshole to keep it stretched out while I write this story. Enjoy 🙂
Ricardo Responds!
I have had many comments and queries left at the foot of my stories on this site. Of the comments, some have been rude and insulting but for the most part they have been encouraging or even flattering. I read every comment made, maybe not immediately, but I check through all my stories at least once every week or so. I try to respond to most of these comments, and indeed, have developed quite an on-going correspondence with some of my regular readers! I do tend to lose my temper with some of the rude and insulting comments and have, in some cases, written back with some rather vitriolic responses of my own!
I have no objection to criticism; on the contrary, I rather welcome it. If a reader doesn’t like my story he can either go away muttering about how awful/unrealistic/crap it was or he write a comment and tell me. If he chooses the latter course of action then he brings his comment into the public domain and I then have the right and the opportunity to respond and defend my story or accept the critiscism. If this is all conducted in a civilised manner and I can see that the critiscism is justified then I’ll probably write back and tell my correspondent so; I may even re-issue the story in an amended version or make sure other stories are treated in the manner suggested. On the other hand, if the reader can see a development or sequel which might be brought into play at a later date, then I should welcome his or her views. If it seems a good idea and fits in with my style, then I’ll certainly use it. I’ll also credit any reader with the suggestion at the head of the story (see ‘Mother’s Girl 2’). If I receive a suggestion which doesn’t fit in with my style then I’ll tell you that as well. One reader is constantly suggesting events which could happen in future stories concerning some of my existing characters. Unfortunately, they are rather too blunt for me, but the guy certainly has a vivid imagination and I’ve suggested he should write the stories himself! I don’t mean this to sound rude. He has the ideas; why give them to someone else?!
At the head of this text, I spoke of comments and queries. By far the most common query has been from readers who would like to write their own stories, who have asked me how to write. It’s this aspect which has prompted me to compose this particular piece. I don’t suppose it is going to do much for my overall ‘score’ or indeed give this piece a starring role in the ‘best ever’ category, but I get so much enjoyment writing these stories (it’s a diversion from the writing I do in ‘my other life’ away from this site) that I would like to encourage others to ‘have a go!’
How do you start? Well, in general fiction, that might be difficult, but on this site, the content is already broadly defined for you isn’t it? You must have an interest in the subject because that’s why you are surfing here anyway! You feel the need to write erotic fiction and there’s probably one particular category that interests you more than others, so you start with that. In my case, I’ve always been turned on by Corporal Punishment (CP) so that’s what my early stories were all about. I have a very broad and erotic imagination and so ideas have never been a problem, but I’ll make a confession here which may be of use to you………….
CP readership is dedicated but limited. One day, I decided to research the site to see what the subject matter was for those stories which seem to really take off and so I read all those which were approaching, at the time, the 100,000 readership mark. I discovered that they were what I should categorise as ‘on the edge’ themes, and the most common of these seemed to be ‘incest’. I am more broadminded than most but a lot of those ‘edge’ themes are too much for me. I’d feel uneasy writing about such subjects and I decided to leave them well alone, but although the practice of incest is a crime, I for one, have felt turned on by close female members of my family from my teen years upwards as I suspect have most members of the human race! Surely it’s better to get it out of your system through fantasy? After all, our womenfolk are sexually mature members of our own species and as such are available as the objects of active male (or female) sexual desire by any non family member. If, when I was at school, a teenaged school friend got an erection at the thought of fucking my Mother, then why shouldn’t I also get one at the same thought! I don’t have to tell Mother what I’m thinking, do I? And I’m sure my school friend won’t tell her how he feels! (Nor what he does under the bedclothes every night while thinking about her!)
With these ideas buzzing round in my head, I decided to write a story with incest as it’s central theme (although there’s a little bit of spanking as well!) and the result was ‘Keep it in the family’ which has far outstripped everything else I’ve written. Its approaching a readership of 30,000 whereas my most read CP story (‘Her first thrashing’ ) which has been around for much longer, has only about half that.
Another thought occurs to me here. It’s essential to get the title correct. ‘her first thrashing’
was originally written as ‘in the gymnasium’, but for a reason I’ll go into in next, I decided this didn’t have enough impact; furthermore, it didn’t give an instant clue as to what the story was about. This ‘impact’ thing I spoke of; One of my early stories (and I mean written years before I discovered XNXX) I called ‘OTK and the Aftermath’ (it originally appeared on a dedicated CP site)and that’s how it appeared on this site. I submitted with two others which rapidly outstripped it in ‘reads’ I asked the webmaster for permission to re-title it, but this apparently cannot be done. I came to the conclusion that the title was meaningless to readers not into CP (OTK means ‘Over the Knee’) and so I decided to conduct a little experiment. I made a slight edit to the story, put an explanatory paragraph in at the start and re-submitted it as ‘A good hard spanking for Sue!’ Nobody could have any doubts what that was about, could they? As I write this, the story in its original format has been read 5012 times and has had ‘no comments’ but the new version has had 7152 reads and has attracted 6 comments! Point made, I think!
So, what do you need to write a story? You must have imagination. Without it, you’re going nowhere (although many of my stories have their roots in truth ….. something genuinly from my past eg ‘In at the deep end’ ….. my school was like that! and ‘Six of the best’ was based on a story told me by a former girlfriend about an actual event at her school) You must be able to express yourself in word pictures. I liken it to imagining a scene like a stage set. Could be a school, an office, your own (or a previous) house, a leafy glade, your car …..anywhere. I then work out the characters who will appear on my ‘stage’, drop them down on it, and see where they go to! Are you writing in the first or third person? If it’s the former are you telling this as yourself? If you are; are you writing AS yourself or someone else… I sometimes write as my female ‘alter ego’ Rachael and sometimes as an un-named 25 year old lesbian in the ‘Mother’s Girl’ stories. All adds to the challenge! And another thing; with what degree of intamcy are you going to address your audience? At the beginning of this piece I adopted an impersonal style adressing my readership in the abstract, but when I’d written three paragraphs and began to answer that question ‘How do I start?’, then I switch to a much more personal and intimate way of address …. almost as if we were enjoying a quiet drink together and I was giving a good friend a bit of advice!
Right! Imagine that you’re telling yourself a story; try to imagine the dialogue and make it realistic. Don’t over emphasise the dialogue part; you’re not writing a play and you’ll slow the action down (Its OK in longer stories but not in these). Try to see both sides of the conversation if you do insert dialogue. One sided speech is very obvious. Don’t drag the story line out. In most cases a short story will have more impact than pages of waffle. Think what sort of audience you hope to attract (and what use they will probably make of your story ………. Don’t be shy …. We’re all sexually active animals)
Above all.. HAVE FUN ……… nothing you write in this genre is going to win you the Booker Prize! Enjoy the experience of giving others a pleasant quarter of an hour or so!
Ricardo
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I got drunk and fell asleep andI forgot to lock the door and 3 guys walk in
This is fantasy. It involves two cousins(girls 16 and 18), the girl’s grandmother, and a semi-conscious, semi-consenting 25 year old male main character. There is kinda incest with the female characters being related, and a bit of an issue with a sexually active 16-year-old.
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