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“Why did you tell me to hurry back?” Harve asked, smiling down at Sue’s face all twisted in a grimace of delight.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Sue said, arching her back, pressing her pussy up onto Susan’s tongue as it slid in and out of her.
Susan just sucked and sucked as Sue’s pussy poured forth its juices into her mouth. Finally she felt a slacking and just sucked Sue’s entire pussy into her mouth, sucking on it and chewing lightly. Finally Susan stopped, reluctantly letting Sue’s pussy disengage from her insistent mouth.
“Oh, god, that was good,” Sue exclaimed, her hands going between her legs to hold herself.
“I’ll say,” Harve said, his faced flushed from watching and his cock standing out in front of him.
“Now it’s your turn,” Susan said, turning her head towards him and opening her mouth, engulfing his cock.
“Get him, Susan,” Sue said, her eyes wide as she saw Harve’s cock disappear into her mouth.
Sitting up, Sue watched from close range while Susan sucked Harve’s cock, bobbing up and down on him, working him with her tongue and hands. She knew herself how good that tongue felt and she smiled at the thought. She had never even considered the idea of another woman and now she wondered why. It had been so satisfying, she thought, her fingers busy between her legs as she watched Susan sucking Harve’s cock.
Then her eyes widen further as she heard Harve groan and watched as Susan’s cheeks started billowing and pumping as she struggled to swallow all of Harve’s cum as it filled her mouth. Sue knew from experience that Harve came loads, and she smiled as she watched Susan gulping and gulping as she swallowed his copious load. Finally Harve stopped cumming and Susan was able to release his cock, gasping for breath.
“Wow, you sure cum a lot,” Susan said, shaking her head as she looked up at Harve.
“He does, doesn’t he?” Sue agreed with a laugh. “And now I think I want some of that where it does me the most good,” she said. “You can stay and watch if you like, Susan. “Or if he has any left when I’m done with him, you can have some too.”
“No, I’ll leave you two alone,” Susan said, embarrassed as she realized what Sue was referring to. “Thanks for everything,” she said, getting to her feet.
“Thank you,” Harve said, leaning over and kissing her. “This was quite a treat.”
“Yes, it was,” Sue said, caressing Susan’s thigh. “I’ll see you later,” she said, her eyes twinkling as she looked up at Susan.
“Okay,” Susan said as she stepped to the door and opened it. “Have fun you two,” she said as she stepped through the door and closed it behind herself.
She had a smile on her face as she stood in the hallway. This was just great. She’d been with everyone but Adam and Mary, she thought, not counting her parents, of course. Then she thought of what Bunny had said about her father and wondered if she’d have the nerve.
Wanting to rest, Susan went to her own cabin and lay down on the bunk, glad for the privacy and truly exhausted. She was awakened a while later when Jimmy came into the cabin and shook her awake.
“Hey, it’s lunchtime,” he said, looking down at her.
“Already?” Susan asked, rolling onto her back and stretching.
“You did shave!” Jimmy said, noticing her newly hairless pussy.
“Do you like it?” Susan asked, letting her legs fall apart and exposing her pussy to Jimmy.
“Gosh, yes,” Jimmy said, staring. “It looks sort of like Sue’s now,” he observed.
“It should,” she replied. “Harve did it for me.”
“Harve!” Jimmy exclaimed.
“He shaves Sue’s pussy,” Susan explained. “So I asked him to do it for me too.”
“Wow,” Jimmy said, licking his lips.
“And then he sucked my pussy and I sucked Sue’s and then I sucked Harve’s cock,” Susan said, laughing.
“Let’s go eat,” Jimmy said. “You’re making me horny.”
“Okay,” Susan said. “I’m hungry too,” she said, getting to her feet.
When they entered the salon, Susan felt freer than she ever had in her entire life. Getting a plate full of food, Susan turned and set it at the table with Bunny and her brothers.
“Susan, you shaved!” Bunny exclaimed, causing everyone in the salon to turn and look.
“Uh-huh,” Susan said, blushing. “Do you like it?” she asked, pulling the skin of her lower belly upward as she looked down.
There were several low whistles when she did this, for it caused her pussy lips to spread slightly, letting her clit peek out.
“Susan, what have you done!” Jane said, staring aghast as her daughter exposed herself so.
“Don’t you think it’s sexy?” she asked, pulling herself even further open, totally exposing her inner pussy to everyone in the salon.
“It’s very sexy,” Alice said, sitting next to Don. “I’ve always shaved myself some,” she said, standing up so that everyone could see. “And I know Sue shaves,” she said, laughing.
“You should be very proud to have such a beautiful daughter,” Alice said, sitting down and letting her hand slide into Don’s lap, wrapping around his hard cock. “I’d say you find her rather sexy, don’t you,” she whispered into his ear as she continued to squeeze his cock.
Don just sat there in shock feeling Alice’s hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He had been excited seeing Susan expose her pussy that way. He couldn’t deny it. But Jane was making a scene and everyone was amused by it.
“Jane, sit down,” Don said, tugging on her arm. “You’re not helping anything. There’s nothing you can do about it,” he said, feeling Alice massaging his cock.
Susan had ignored her mother and sat down with Bunny and her brothers, unconcerned. She had just bested her mother in front of everyone on the boat. She felt that she had just grown in a way that there was no changing back from.
As Jane slowly sat down, Don felt Alice’s hand sliding from his lap. He almost breathed a sigh of relief, but in reality he had liked it. There was something funny about it. Jane barely said a word throughout the entire meal. She couldn’t believe that she had totally lost control of her daughter in just three short days! How could she change so much? She was even more bold and comfortable than she was, but that didn’t surprise her. She’d always known that she was shy. But she had adapted to being nude around everyone and didn’t feel self-conscious. Why then was she so self-conscious of Susan’s nudity? Did she feel threatened by Susan? She didn’t think so, could think of no reason to be threatened. Was it the loss of Susan’s need for her that had her so upset maybe? That felt closer to the truth as Jane silently ate her meal. What if that was all it was? If that was the case, then she was being very unfair to Susan and maybe laying a burden on her that she didn’t deserve.
As she was thinking this Ed came up to their table, smiling at everyone.
“Jane, I’d like to talk with you and Susan in the wheelhouse if you don’t mind,” he said. “I think you two could use a good talk with an impartial referee. Do you mind?” he asked. “You don’t want to be doing this in front of everyone, I know that.”
“That’s probably a good idea,” Jane said. “I’d be glad to.”
“Okay,” Ed said. “I’ll make sure Susan joins us. Why don’t you come first and we’ll talk, then Susan can join us, okay? Do you want to be there too, Don?”
“No, thanks,” Don said. “I think this is definitely something best worked out between Jane and Susan.”
“I’ll be in the wheelhouse,” Ed said. “You can come whenever you’re ready.”
“I’ll come with you now,” Jane said, getting to her feet.
“Fine,” Ed said, turning and going over to the table where Susan sat. He spoke to her for a minute and Jane saw her nod her head. Mark then turned and headed through the galley and up the stairs to the wheelhouse, Jane following right behind.
“Why don’t you come visit me,” Alice said when Jane had left, a smile on her face.
“What?” Don said. “What about John?” he asked.
“John’s going to get some sun, aren’t you John?” Alice replied, turning to John and smiling at him.
“Why not?” John said, smiling at her.
As Jane followed Ed up the stairs to the wheelhouse, she couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of apprehension. This isn’t how she had planned on spending her week, feuding with her daughter. When she entered the wheelhouse her eyes took in all the instruments and the captains chair. The only other place to sit was on the bunk, which was just an upper.
“Go ahead and sit there,” Ed said, indicating the bunk.
As she climbed up onto the bunk Ed was treated to a nice view of her pussy as she struggled to turn and sit. When she had arranged herself Ed sat in the captains chair, which to Jane’s surprise put his face on a level with her knees. Jane felt her nipples get hard as she pressed her knees together, suddenly shy about being naked.
“Relax,” Ed said, seeing her reaction. “I don’t bite. You’ve got to relax with Susan. She’s just a girl experiencing being a woman for the first time in her life. She’s not coming to any harm and you’re within five minutes if she should need you. Most parents don’t get that kind of a luxury.”
“I know I’m being stupid,” Jane said. “But she’s my daughter. I can’t help worrying about her. What if…”
“What if what?” Ed asked. “What’s the worst case scenario you can imagine under the circumstances?”
“Well–” she began.
“I’ll tell you what it is,” Ed answered for her. “Your worst fear is that she might have sex, isn’t it? She’s a virgin and you’re worried about that coming to an end right under your very nose. Admit it.”
“You’re right,” Jane said, laughing. “That’s all it is. But that’s so much to me. It should be right the first time.”
“Who’s to say now isn’t right?” Ed asked her. “And how many parents actually have the opportunity to be there when something like this is happening? If you were back home it would be out with some boy in the back of his car or something, no way for you to be there for her should there be a need. Well, here you have that option. You should enjoy seeing her grow up. It’ll only happen once.”
“I guess I just never looked at it that way,” Jane confessed. “I guess it’s that myopia that all parents have when it comes to their children.”
“So I’ve seen in my life,” Ed said, laughing. “Kids’ll drive you nuts.”
“That’s the truth,” Jane said, laughing, finally relaxing a bit.
“Ed, mom, are you up there,” Susan asked, coming up the stairs to the wheelhouse.
“Come on up, Susan,” Ed said. “Your mom and I have been talking,” he said to her as she came through the curtain. “You sit up there next to your mom,” he said.
“Okay,” Susan said, looking at her mother’s face and not seeing any of the anger there that she had seen earlier.
Hopping up onto the bunk, Susan sat back against the bulkhead, one foot up on the bunk. Jane didn’t like it when she realized that Susan was sitting totally exposed to Ed’s view but held her tongue and said nothing. Ed noticed this and smiled at her.
“You know why your mother’s worried about you?” Ed asked Susan, smiling at her.
“Not really,” Susan replied.
“She is afraid to let you go, to see you so grown up,” Ed said.
“But I can’t help that,” Susan cried, looking at her mother in anguish.
“It’s hard for parents to let go sometimes,” Ed said. “They worry when they think their daughters are becoming sexually active.”
“It has to happen sooner or later,” Susan said, uncomfortable with the bend of the conversation.
“And that’s what we talked about,” Ed said. “Most parents don’t have the opportunity to be with their kids when they become sexually active. They usually only find out much after the fact.”
“What are you saying?” Susan asked, staring at her mother.
“I just want you to know that I’m always here for you,” Jane said. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“It doesn’t seem to me that sex is hurting anyone,” Susan said. “And I’m still a virgin anyway,” she said. “Though I wouldn’t mind not being one by the time we get back,” she said.
Jane’s hand flew to her mouth when Susan said this. Susan laughed uncertainly and jumped down off the bunk. Before Ed could react she had turned on the monitor and flipped the switch she had seen Ed flip to watch Alice and John.
“I saw dad leaving the salon with Alice,” she said as the picture formed on the screen.
“What?” Jane screamed when she saw the picture crystallize, sliding forward on the bunk and forgetting to keep her knees pressed close together.
For on the screen was the scene from Alice’s cabin where Don was slamming his cock in and out of her pussy from behind.
“How is this possible?” she said, not believing what she was seeing, her eyes glued to the screen.
“Wow, look at dad’s cock,” Susan said, delighted. “He’s really giving it to her, isn’t he?”
“Susan, leave us alone, okay?” Ed said, seeing the shock in Jane’s face.
“Sure, why not,” Susan said, moving past him. “I’ll see you later maybe,” she said, smiling at Ed.
“Sure,” Ed said. “Later.”
Turning his attention to Jane as Susan went down the stairs, Ed noticed that her mouth was hanging open as she watched her husband fucking Alice. He also couldn’t help but notice how Jane’s pussy was spread open for him to see into, so absorbed was she in the action on the screen.
“He’s pretty good with that thing, isn’t he?” Ed said, trying to distract her.
“Huh?” Jane said, staring at him.
“Don’t take Alice seriously,” Ed said. “She’s one of those who has to have every man. We see them all the time on these trips.”
“Is that why you spy on your guests?” Jane asked, angry, still in shock.
“Actually I don’t use it to spy on people, just to make sure I have everybody,” Ed said. “It saves having to go knock on every door every time we need to do a head count. It just so happens that sometimes we see more than that,” he said, turning towards the screen. “That boy sure can fuck,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re a pretty lucky lady.”
“I can’t believe it,” Jane said.
“But it’s turning you on, isn’t it?” Ed asked, staring at her.
“Why would you say something like that?” Jane asked, flustered and angry at the suggestion.
“Because,” Ed said, getting to his feet, “you’re soaking wet,” he said, sliding his hand between her legs right into her pussy, his two fingers feeling the wetness as they slipped inside of her.
“Oh, what are you doing?” Jane asked, momentarily frozen with shock as she felt his fingers in her.
“Enjoying myself,” Ed said, his fingers busy. “How about you?”
“I can’t believe,” Jane started to say, feeling her body responding to his fingers, “how nice that feels,” she finished, looking down and seeing his fingers in her pussy. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, squirming as his fingers excited her.
“You just keep watching that screen and tell me that,” Ed said, pulling his fingers from her pussy and licking them. “Tasty,” he said, smiling at her. “I think I’d like some more of that,” he said, sliding his hands around behind her ass and pulling her forward until she was sitting right on the edge of the bunk.
Then he shifted his hands, grabbing hold of her ankles and pushing them upwards until he had her feet resting on the edge of the bunk, her pussy spread wide open, his cock pointing at it. Slowly bending forward, Ed dragged his tongue through Jane’s pussy, tasting the syrupy sweetness of her juices as his tongue probed up into her hole. Jane moaned when she felt his tongue questing up into her pussy, releasing a flood of pent-up juices into his mouth.
Glancing over at the screen for some reason, Jane saw that Don’s cock was not longer plunging in and out of Alice’s pussy, that she was now sucking on it. She watched in a disembodied sort of way as Ed continued to suck her pussy. It seemed like almost no time had passed before Jane was cumming, pressing herself into Ed’s mouth as he contineud to lick and suck at her pussy. She was gasping for breath when he suddenly stopped, standing up and looking down at the glazed look on her face.
Then Jane was aware of a pressure in her pussy, and looking down saw that Ed wsa slowly pushing his huge cock into her pussy. She watched in disbelief as it slowly slid into her, stretching her pussy wider than it had ever been, totally filling her. Then as she watched Ed began to slowly fuck her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, totally filling her each time he thrust forward.
By now Jane had just given herself up to it, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as Ed continued to fuck her. She didn’t even hear when the curtain parted and Susan again entered the wheelhouse, her eyes widening in shock as she saw Ed fucking her mother. She moved over to stand right next to him, quiet as a church mouse as she watched close up his cock sliding in and out of her mother’s pussy. She could see her mother’s pussy lips clinging to Ed’s cock each time he pulled back, then it would disappear as he slammed his cock back into her. She watched as Ed used his fingers to rub Jane’s clit as he fucked her. She could hear her mother whimpering as Ed’s huge cock slammed in and out of her pussy.
Then Ed increased the pace of his cock in and out of her pussy and Jane began to moan even louder as her own orgasm approached. When she felt Ed’s cock explode within her pussy her own orgasm let loose and she cried out with the intensity of the feeling, lifting her head and opening her eyes, only to totally panic when she saw Susan standing there watching.
Futilely trying to disengage herself from Ed’s spurting cock as they both came, Jane could only stare at the look of delight and rapture on Susan’s face as she watched her mother’s pussy get filled with cum as she too came.
“This is beautiful, mom,” Susan said as she watched Ed’s cock slide in and out of her now gooey pussy.
Jane just collapsed back against the bulkhead, too overcome with all sort of emotions to hold herself up any more, her eyes just staring at her daughter standing there, her nipples hard and her chest heaving as she watched her mother get fucked. Then Ed stepped back a step, his cock sliding from Jane’s pussy, a stream of cum following it. Susan could see her mother’s pussy really gaping open, her hole full of cum and her clit swollen.
“Oh, mom, how beautiful,” Susan said, leaning forward and gluing her mouth to her mother’s cum-filled pussy.
Jane struggled to disengage Susan’s mouth from her pussy, quickly succumbing to the sensations her tongue was producing between her legs. Susan, meanwhile, was feasting on the cum cocktail in her mother’s pussy, sucking and slurping and swallowing with relish, intoxicated by the combination of flavors and smells as she sucked at the hole from whence she had entered this world just eighteen years before. Jane felt disembodied as Susan sucked her cum-filled quim, an observer, not a participant, until suddenly she found herself cumming again as Susan’s tongue drove her to another orgasm. When she had finished cumming for the third time, Susan finally stood up, a big smile creasing her cum-smeared face as she stared at her mother.
“Oh, mom, that was so exciting,” Susan said. “And your pussy tastes so good with all the cum in it,” she added.
“Susan, what’s happened to you?” Jane wailed, tears coursing down her cheeks.
“Nothing’s happened,” Susan said. “I just learned that I like certain things,” she said. “And sucking is my favorite, especially pussy.”
“And how about my cock?” Ed asked, standing there as he had the whole time watching.
“And your cock,” Susan said with a laugh, turning to look at him. “Here, let me,” she said, bending over and sucking Ed’s cock into her mouth, sucking all the juices from it and licking it clean before standing up again to see the surprise on her mother’s face. “I just love the taste of cum,” she said. “Don’t you?”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jane said, covering her face with her hands. “My whole life is being destroyed.”

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Not exactly Cinderella

Something happened at the Ball. But unlike Cinderella it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.Something happened at the Ball. But it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.

Teenage Hormones_(0)

It takes the right time, the right place and the right circumstance but Logan finally accomplishes his goal to fuck his beautiful Mom.

Learned My Lesson

In the middle of class, You call on me, but I don’t hear it. You write a note and hand it to me. I bite my lip, staring down at the note;
See me after class
I look up at you. You stare back at me for a moment, then go back to teaching. I start taking extensive notes, pouting slightly, contemplating what you want to talk to me about.
The bells rings suddenly and every one races to the door to get to the next class. I stay in my seat, packing my things slowly. You walk over to the door, close it, then lock it.
I turn to You, biting my lip, slightly worried.
“Do you know why I asked you to stay after class?” You ask. I shake my head slowly. You lean against your desk, your arms crossed. “Guess, then”
“Erm..my grades are slipping?” I ask, playing with a stray curl in my face. You shake your head.
“Your grades are perfect, unlike your attitude in class,” You reply. I bite my lip, pulling my curl.
“I’m sorry Professor,” I mumble. “I don’t..mean to..I just daydream a lot..” You nod, sighing.
“I’ve noticed that and it bothers me quite a bit,” You say. “You’re a good student and I don’t think anything should get in your way..especially day-dreaming.”
“I’m..sorry Professor,” I mumble again.
“No..you aren’t..but you will be” You say. I turn my head to one side, You sit down at Your desk. I stand up and walk over to You slowly.
You stare up at me from Your swivel chair, an angry stare upon Your face. I cringe away from Your glare, then look at the chalk board. Your hand is suddenly on my thigh, inching under my black mini-skirt.
I look down at You, You stare back. I realize I’ve mistaken Your lust for anger. I feel myself become wet suddenly. Your other and moves up my thigh.
“I believe I need to teach you a lesson,” You say. I bite my lip, becoming more moist with every word You say. Chills run down my spine as Your hands reach my waist. I shiver, You raise Your eyebrows. “Yes, I believe I will.”
You lift up my skirt, Your fingers on the waistband of my bright rouge panties. You pull them down, all the way to my knees, then Your fingers slide to my pussy.
“Hmm..You’re shaved?” You say, Your fingers tracing along my nether lips. I shake my head slowly, my body entirely still besides my heart which is beating at a rapid rate. “How else then, are you bald?”
“Waxed,” I mumble. You smirk, Your fingers gently brushing over my clit. I shutter.
“You’re wet for?” You ask. I nod once, slowly. You smile, pulling me towards You quickly. You unzip Your trousers, then have me sit on Your lap, facing You, my legs straddling Your waist. You slowly pull Your hard cock out and kiss me, fully, passionately on my lips.
You pull me onto Your big cock, I whimper.
“What is it?” You ask gently, Your hands on either of my thighs, lifting me, Your cock pressed onto my opening.
“I’ve never..done this before..” I mumble. You raise Your eyebrows, incredulous.
“You’re a virgin?” You ask. I bite my lip.
“Erm…out of technicality, no..” I mumble. “Rape doesn’t count, does it?” You shake Your head. “Uhm..then..yes, I am.”
You nod slowly, kiss me, then plunge Your cock deep inside of me.
I moan against Your lips, my eyes fluttering shut. You pull my hips all the way to Yours, making my legs press against the cold metal of Your desk. You thrust gently, then hard, then gently, then hard again, in rhythm. You pull away from our kiss, lifting up my shirt, then unhook my bra. You lick my nipples, pinch them gently.
I moan louder and louder as You begin to thrust faster, harder, forgetting Your hard/gentle pattern and focusing more on the Hard. You grab my ass, Your cock penetrating deeper and deeper into me.
I feel Your cock swell within me and You throw me off You, into the chalk board. You grab my hair and push me onto Your large metal desk, bent over. I feel Your cock press against my ass, but before I have time to brace myself You ram into it.
I shout out in pain as You begin to thrust, not really able to move because f my tightness. Your cock is so hard and big that it barely fists at all. After awhile of thrusting, You are able to move in and out. I moan, pleasure moving through me in waves. YOU bend over me, Your fingers grabbing my swollen clit, rubbing it fiercely.
You drill into my as harder, harder, Your hands moving up to my breasts. You pull out abruptly, then plunge Yourself into my pussy. You fuck me, hard. You pinch my nipples, pulling slightly.
I moan then shout out, “Professor!” , loudly, my orgasm crashing on my like a tidal wave. You pull out of my pussy, pull my hair and force me onto my knees in front of You.
I stare up at You, slightly dazed from my First climax. You stare down at me, something close to pride- and-lust-filled anger crossing Your face. I bite my lip, then look down at Your swollen cock. It’s fully erect and looks so very delicious. I lick my lips hungrily.
“Suck on it if you must,” You say. I bite my lip, staring u at You. You look down at me, then tug my hair. “Fucking suck it, slut,” You growl at me. I cringe, then lick it up and down. I lick up, then down ts pulsing veins, wanting to relieve it of its large load. I look down at my breasts, my nipples fully perked.
“Tit-fuck me, please, Professor?” I ask. You smirk down at me. You pull my hair to make me stand up, then You force me back onto the cool metal of Your desk again. You spit in between my tits, straddle my abdomen, then put Your cock between my breasts.
I press my breasts together and You slide Your cock between them. I engulf the head of Your cock between my lips, nibbling gently. You slide Your cock in-out-in my mouth, my teeth grazing onto it. You moan each time my teeth meet Your head. I rub and squeeze Your balls softly.
When Your cock is nearly red and fully swollen, You pull away from my tits and slide down to my wist. You shove Your ever-swelling cock into my pussy. I shout out, moaning as You thrust Your swell in and out of me. Each thrust harder, faster, more painful, yet much more pleasurable.
I sit-up a bit, reaching past Your ass as You pump furiously into me. I squeeze Your balls as they slap onto my ass. We moan simultaneously, climaxing. You cum inside of me, kiss my lip, then stand over my nude body.
“Hmmm..I suppose this will be a good enough lesson for today,” You say, throwing my clothes at me.
I dress, You write me a pass for the class that I’ve missed almost entirely.
“Get to class,” You call after me while I’m walk, nearly limping, out of Your classroom. “And expect another lesson tomorrow.”
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That’s..a fantasy..

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Well, That Backfired 2_(0)

This is the second part of my series “Well, That Backfired.” In the first part, Eleanor O’Reilly convinces Tom Baker to act on his desires for his sister, Laurie Baker. After some coercion, a little rape, and a bit of mental games, Laurie falls in love with Tom. At the end of the chapter, Laurie and Tom’s Mom (named Sierra), catches the three of them. CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that character’s perspective. Please leave comments! I always like to hear what people think.

Billy Bob Chapter 5 (Helping a Psychologist)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 5 (Helping a Psychologist)
Rachel’s school was out soon thereafter and she left to join her folks in Israel. That left a void in our lives that we hastened to fill by rejoining the church youth group, Young Lives, or YL for short. We met every Friday night and Leah and I started becoming reacquainted with a number of old friends with whom we had lost track after our marriage. While we enjoyed the whole group, we became closer to one couple in particular. The brightest and prettiest girl in my high school class was Sarah Shanks and she had married Dr. Jefferson Clinton. Sarah had never dated any of the fellows in school so we were all a little surprised when she married Jefferson. We’d never even seen them out together before they eloped.
He was the only psychologist in town, a stand-offish kind of guy, always wore a suit and tie, and was about 15 years older than Sarah. While that may sound like an odd combination, Leah and I found them interesting and enjoyed being with them. After several months, Jefferson rather formally invited us over to their house after the YL meeting. He served some blackberry wine and we just sat around and talked for a while. This happened a few more times and then we kind of got in the habit of going home with them for a little wine and talk after each YL meeting.
After a while we became close enough that we shared our innermost thoughts and feelings. It was then that we found out that Sarah had been seeing Jefferson professionally for several years because her daddy had been forcing himself on her whenever he got drunk since she was 8 or 9 years old. That was why she never dated in high school, she just couldn’t stand to have a boy close to her. Jefferson had helped her understand that it wasn’t her fault that her daddy repeatedly raped her. He had tried to help her get rid of her phobia about intercourse, without much success, but in the process they developed a love for each other, resulting in their elopement.
Jefferson told us all about this one night and Sarah corroborated his story, adding a few graphic details about her daddy’s invasion of her body. He would come home from the tavern, tell his slattern wife to go out on the porch and then he would lift up Sarah’s nightgown, yank it off over her head and make her get up to do a little dance for him. He had taught her to kind of swing and sway her cunt just inches away from his face as he pulled his prick out of his pants. Then she had to lick it and take it in her mouth until he had a big hard-on and then he would push her back on the floor and rape her until he injected a big load into her. When he was really drunk, that took a long long time; sometimes he just passed out right on top of her. Her mother would then help get him to bed.
Jefferson said that he had tried to get her mother to back up Sarah’s story so they could put her dad away, but she was too afraid of him. He added that he and Sarah were still unable to have sex together after six months of marriage, but were continuing to work toward that goal. He said that if we had any suggestions on what they might do to help them reach that goal, they would surely appreciate hearing from us.
On Sunday afternoon, after we had our frolic in bed, Leah said that maybe there was a way we could help them. She said that Sarah was afraid of the violence of intercourse, that maybe she wasn’t even aware of how pleasant it could be. Her suggestion was for us to show Sarah how nice it was, somewhat like we had done for Rachel, but to not directly involve Sarah in our love making. I was really hesitant about doing that, but finally agreed that we could at least suggest it privately to Jefferson and see what he thought of it. Leah went down to his office the next day and he said that it might be worth a try.
The following Friday night Jefferson brought up the idea to Sarah who at first felt she would be too embarrassed to be able to watch someone else “do it.” Leah finally persuaded her that it would just be like watching an X-rated movie, so Leah and I went into their bedroom and undressed. Then, when Leah called, both Sarah and Jefferson came in, at which I said we were just planning to let Sarah watch. Jefferson then said that her mental state was still quite delicate and that it was necessary that he be present to monitor how she was responding. However, to make us more comfortable they would take off most of their clothes too. Leah said it was OK if it would help Sarah, so Sarah skinned down to just her panties and bra and Jefferson left on his briefs.
We started out standing up and holding each other closely and kissing and saying little endearments to each other. After a time, we then laid on the bed and continued our foreplay. When I started kissing Leah’s breasts and tonguing her nipples, she tried to describe what that felt like to Sarah – more or less keeping up a running commentary. Finally she asked me to go down on her to really bring her emotions to a peak. When I had my face buried deep in her pussy, she asked Sarah to come over closer so she could see what I was doing. I tried to lean my face sideways so she could see what my tongue was doing, but I don’t think she could really see it in any detail. Sarah did stay close from then on, leaning her elbows on the bed and with a rapt expression on her face.
Leah continued her narrative about what it felt like, but her voice became more strained as time went on. At last she said that she was really hot and wanted me to come on in. I moved up to enter her and also to resume French kissing her. All of her talk had gotten me pretty hot too so while I tried to keep a slow and gentle pace (for Sarah’s sake) I couldn’t help but speed up and finally was just slamming the old meat to her. Leah was completely ready for this, had one orgasm and then just as I started coming had a second one. We both collapsed into each others arms and told Sarah how wonderful it was and how loving we felt toward each other afterward. Sarah had taken all of this in without comment, but finally said that maybe she was starting to feel a little different about sex and that we had helped her. With that, she and Jefferson left us to our privacy.
The following week Sarah said that she hoped we would be willing to show her again how to obtain those good feelings, maybe even that night. Jefferson said that indeed it would be a good idea to follow up on her therapy quickly, so we agreed. We essentially repeated our performance of the previous week, not wanting to introduce any variations to Sarah this early. There was a difference however. When they came in, they were both nude and initially Sarah sat in Jefferson’s lap. When I moved down to tongue Leah’s love button, Sarah again came over to the bed but this time Leah had Sarah put her hand on Leah’s breast. As things progressed, she asked Sarah to kiss her breasts and while she was doing that Leah stroked Sarah’s breast too.
Sarah was a little miffed when I moved up and took her place, so after we reached our climaxes and had relaxed for a little while, Leah asked Sarah if they could perhaps be alone together for a while so she could tell her more about how she felt. Sarah readily agreed and asked us men to leave. The girls were in there for at least another half hour and then reappeared smiling and feeling very good with themselves. Sarah asked us to be sure to come again the next Friday because she felt that she was making real progress. On the way home Leah told me that she had made love to Sarah and that both had really enjoyed it.
Next week Sarah served us several glasses of elderberry wine and then said that she would like to have Leah make love to her again, but this time she wanted Jefferson to watch. Leah quickly agreed and the two of them disappeared into the bedroom. Jefferson got undressed and I did the same, deciding to not be left out, and then we went in too. The girls were kissing and moving their hands all over the others body, quickly changing to holding their breasts and tweaking their nipples. After quite a long time, Sarah asked if they could do the 69 again, which Leah immediately moved to accomplish. It did not take very long before Sarah was panting, squirming madly, and finally reached a shattering orgasm. They lay together for a while and then Leah said that she was unfulfilled – she needed to have a climax too. As I started to climb onto the bed, she said “No, we’re doing this for Sarah’s benefit, so it has to be the next step in her therapy. Sarah doesn’t know that Jefferson can be gentle with her, so I think we have to let him show her. Do you want to have him pleasure you or me?”
Sarah spoke up then and said that she wanted Jefferson to pleasure Leah and took my arm to lead me away from the bed. As I started to object, Jefferson shushed me and said that as a professional psychologist he had performed similar roles many times and that he would maintain a professional clinical attitude. Further, it was extremely important for Sarah to see him as a role model and someone she could trust as a sexual partner. He would just be like an actor in a play, with no emotional involvement at all. He sounded very authoritative and made it sound kind of like a house call by a doctor, so I backed off. He told Sarah then to think of it as though she were the one on the bed and the one being loved. Jefferson lay next to Leah and initially held her in his arms, kissing her slowly on the mouth and then on her neck. His hands caressed her body and as she responded to them he moved one hand down to her love triangle and gently inserted one finger. Leah arched her body against his finger, urging him to massage her clit. As his finger probed delicately into her love passage he also started sucking on her nipples.
By now Leah was really into this and was humping his finger as hard as she could and quickly reached orgasm. Jefferson left his finger where it was but no longer rubbed her love button, and placed lingering kisses on her mouth. As they cooled down, Jefferson told Sarah that they could have sex in just that way without him shoving his penis into her. They could do that for a while until she felt ready to go all the way. However, that would leave him, like right now, with an erection and his balls would start hurting pretty soon because he hadn’t had a climax.
Leah responded by telling Sarah that she would show her how to keep Jefferson from hurting so bad, and proceeded to put her mouth around his dick, applying suction and moving her head in and out rapidly. Once in a while she would stop at the end of his penis and roll her tongue lovingly around the tip. Leah is really good at giving head, so it didn’t take too long for Jefferson to ejaculate into her mouth. Leah got off the bed, went over to Sarah saying that she should share Jefferson’s love juices with her. As they kissed, their tongues explored each others mouth and they shared his cum. They were so engrossed in each other that I thought they would make love again, but after a while they separated and Leah and I went home.

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College: Loss of Innocence

This story is long, slow, and sweet. The first 40% is just character development and my attempt at recapturing the feeling of meeting new friends that you really, really click with. If this isn’t your cup of tea, you should probably skip it. As usual, comment with whatever, although I’m really confused by the people who comment about potatoes.

The crystal glass bowl

Sister Mary Holycard was in her 60s, and much admired for her sweetness and kindness to all.
One afternoon early in the spring a young priest came to chat, so she welcomed him into her Victorian parlor.
She then invited him to have a seat while she prepared a little tea.
As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young priest noticed a crystal glass bowl sitting on top of it filled with water, and in the water floated, a condom.
Well, imagine how shocked and surprised he was. Imagine his curiosity! Surely, he thought, Sister Mary had flipped or something!
When she returned with tea and cookies, they began to chat, and of course, the priest tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water, and the strange floater. Soon it got the better of him and he could resist no longer.
“Sister,” he asked, “I wonder if you could tell me about this?” (pointing to the crystal bowl)
“Oh, yes,” she replied, “Isn’t it wonderful?”
“I was walking downtown last fall and I found this little package. The directions said to put it on the organ, keep it wet, and it would prevent disease. And you know I haven’t had a cold all winter!”

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Pretty Young Barista

She was a petite blonde-haired young girl, very friendly, with a great smile, great blue eyes, and I could tell she had a nice body under that green apron. She was much younger than I was, but I thought maybe, just maybe, I might have a chance to ask her out. I continued to visit and chat with her whenever she was there and on several occasions, I know she caught me caught me checking out her butt.