I did put them on her, but while I did it, I licked from her clitoris to her anus, she moaned, then giggled and pushed me away,
“Stop it you bloody sex maniac” she laughed, “Or we’ll never get to the pub”
Then she moaned in protest when I did stop!
A typical Saturday night, the pub was full, almost to bursting so after fighting our way through the throng to get to the bar, we stayed there squashed against each other
There was a gleam in her eyes as she looked round the pub, I think every single person in the place got the once over from her,
“You looking for someone mum?” she shook her head and laughed,
“No darling, I’m just soaking it all up, the atmosphere and all that, it’s brilliant”
It was only a little back street pub in a strictly working class suburb of London, but I realised that after the way she’d spent the last four years, it probably seemed like the Ritz to her!
“Yeah” I agreed, “I like it in here, they’re a friendly bunch and there’s never any trouble”
“There’s some good looking women in here too” she whispered suggestively and tried to look innocent when I raised my eyebrows.

We both had our backs to the bar, so no-one could see as I slipped a hand beneath the hem of her dress and casually caressed the silky, soft flesh of her thigh above her stocking.
She wiggled sexily as my hand moved upwards onto the almost naked curves of her bottom and a finger pressed lightly against the narrow strip of lace between her cheeks.
“You know mum?” I said softly as my finger followed the delicate material as far as I could between her legs, “You’ve got a gorgeous little bum”
She blushed prettily and my heart lurched as she looked up at me and laughed,
“Wait there a minute” she whispered and darted away through the crowd.
I ordered another drink and she was there again, pushing her delightfully soft breast into my arm.
“Look in your pocket Tommy” she whispered and without even thinking about it, I dipped a hand into my pocket and pulled out the tiny scrap of black lace.
“Very nice mate” said the barman as in my total confusion, I held out mum’s fragrantly damp g-string to him,
“But the gaffer would rather have two pounds, twenty pence in the till if you don’t mind!”
If you’ve ever seen a traditional, red London double decker bus, you’ll have seen the shade of red that mum’s face turned into as I stuffed the panties back in my pocket and paid him with the other hand, as I’d intended to in the first place.
“I’ll have ‘em mate” laughed a voice beside me and someone else behind me slapped me on the shoulder,
“Lucky bugger” he said, “My missus couldn’t even get her big toe in them buggers”
Mum had her head buried in my shoulder, shaking with laughter, but she was excited too, I could tell that by her eyes when she looked up at me,
“Well at least I won’t get my knickers in a twist” she laughed and half the pub laughed with us!
We didn’t buy another drink all night, total strangers were insisting that they be allowed to buy our drinks and we rolled home in very high spirits, mum deciding to flash her stocking tops at every passing motorist and more than once even flashing her naked bottom.
I remember drunkenly holding the little g-string to my nose and inhaling the sweet, delicious odour of her pussy as we staggered up the stairs to my flat.
Once inside she took the sexy little garment from me and sniffed it teasingly,
“Hey” she purred, wrapping her arms around my neck, “I don’t know who’s pussy has been in this, but she smells horny”
I snaked my tongue in between her lips and pulled her into my arms,
“Do you think she needs fucking mum?”
“Ooh yes baby” her tongue duelled with mine, “I feel sure she needs fucking”
I eased the dress straps off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor, leaving her in just the black stockings, black suspender belt and black high heels.
She gasped and practically tore my shirt off as I licked and sucked at both hard points of her nipples.
“I think her cunt’s wet Tommy” and pulled frantically at the belt on my slacks.
I cupped her sex and slid a finger into the warm wetness of her cunt,
“I fucking know it is mum” and stepped out of my slacks.
“Lie on your back Tommy” she said and pushed me down onto the bed, “I want you to see your cock going inside me baby”
Still wearing the sexy shoes, she clambered onto the bed and straddled me, my cock ached with all the blood in it as she squatted above me and began to lower herself down slowly.
“You’re going to fuck me Tommy” she whispered, “Make it nice and slow darling”
I felt the softness of her as the dome of my cock nudged gently between the inner folds of her cunt,
“Oh baby” she breathed, “That’s it, slide into mummy’s cunt, ooh yes Tommy, fuck mummy, fuck me nicely sweetheart”
Slowly she sank down until every inch of me was inside her, sitting upright, she wiggled sexily and I felt her cunt muscles working as she squeezed me
Using both hands, she cupped her breasts and gently caressed each nipple between thumb and forefinger as I began to move with the slightest of hip movements.
I could feel her juices dripping onto my groin as she writhed like a belly dancer, bumping and grinding, back and forth, from side to side, all the time squeezing and kneading her breasts.
“Suck them mum” I let my hands wander over her stocking clad thighs, enjoying the contrast of her white, creamy flesh against the harsh blackness of the nylon,
“Suck your nipples”
“Mmm, yes” she said and lifted one lovely breast up to her mouth,
“Oh fuck yes” I gasped,
Her tongue flicked out and licked sensuously around the areole as, her eyes glistened with excitement,
“Do you like that?” and a quick thrust of my cock answered her question,
“Baby, this is so fucking sexy” she whispered and kept her eyes locked onto mine as she pursed her lips and took the nipple between them.
“Watch Tommy” she breathed and I watched in fascination as she drooled a little blob of saliva onto the swollen little bud.
My cock almost left the warm, wet sheath of her cunt as she eased forward and offered me the saliva covered nipple, I sucked lovingly and grazed her deliberately with my teeth, she gasped and moved back again, impaling herself once more on my throbbing, rock solid penis.
This time she didn’t sit upright, she left her knees on the bed and rode me, clamping her mouth onto mine, her bottom being pushed up and down in time to my slowly increasing upward thrusts.
“This is so good Tommy” she moaned, “So fucking, fucking good baby”
Her kisses were wet, her tongue even more so, she searched and discovered every corner of my mouth, even running her tongue sensuously over my teeth.
Her breasts brushed lightly across my chest and she began giving out little squeals of pleasure as my hips moved faster.
Reaching down over her back, I found her buttocks and gripped them, holding her down firmly on my upward thrusts, then releasing her as I went down again.
Gradually I lifted her higher and higher, until with each upward thrust, I held her there for a fraction of a second, allowing my cock almost to leave her cunt completely.
Then, just as it seemed as though I was about to pull out, I thrust upwards again harder than before and she whimpered with pleasure, the swollen dome of my cock forcing it’s way each time, through the quickly contracting entrance to her cunt.

“Yes Tommy” she gasped into my mouth, “Fuck me hard Tommy, make me cum”

My cock seemed to swell, or her cunt got tighter, or both, but suddenly she jerked upright and ground herself down on me savagely, I actually felt the far wall of her vagina against my cock as she writhed and squirmed in the build up to her climax.
It seemed to come slowly for us both, a gradual build up of love, lust and emotion,
I watched in awe as she mauled her breasts, pinching and squeezing the vulnerable flesh, her eyes rolled until they showed only white, her shoulders shook, the whole of her upper body trembled and she gasped for breath.
I felt my cock jerk and she screamed, her cunt squeezing me with almost impossible strength.
Spurt after spurt, she drew out of me and she spasmed with every one, she collapsed on top of me, still cumming, still milking me, still squirming and sobbing as the sheer power of an exquisite orgasm sent her almost into oblivion!
“What are you doing mum” I asked and reached out to caress her naked thighs,
She was standing beside the bed in her short denim skirt and a tee shirt, she’d obviously rolled the waistband up a couple of turns, pandering to my love of ridiculously short skirts.
From where I lay I was getting a cock stiffening view of a beautiful little slit beneath her skirt and I was decidedly uninterested in whatever was on the tray she was holding.
“Come on lazy bones” she laughed, “We’ve got croissants and coffee for breakfast”
“Crosses and what ants?” I said as my fingers found her moisture,
“Croissants you Philistine” she giggled and stepped back out of reach until I struggled to a sitting position and threw a pillow between my shoulders and the headboard.
“Never mind the bloody wotsit’s” I leered,
“Come back to bed and fuck me again, I’m still horny”
“It’s going to rain Tommy” she laughed, “We need to get the vegetables in before it starts, so come on, eat these and we’ll go and dig up some money!”
“What are they?”
“They’re French and they’re what the French people eat for breakfast”
She sat down on the bed, one foot on the floor and one on the bed, deliberately letting the skirt ride right up to her hips.
“They don’t look very appetising to me” I said suspiciously, but I’d underestimated my mother’s newly awakened sexual appetite.
Picking up a croissant she ran it up slowly between her thighs, leaving little tiny flakes of brown pastry clinging to her skin.
“Well” she said softly, “As they’re French, I suppose there’s more than one way to eat them”
I felt my cock rising yet again as she touched the warm delicacy to the bare flesh of her labia,
“You can eat them as they are”
Using her other hand, she parted her pink labia,
“Or you can add the flavour of your choice!”
“How many have you got mum?” and I reached for the lightly toasted morsel!

- To Be Continued… -

Chapter One – Beach Friends

They were old friends, after all, and the day had been a long one. They were just a little tired from the long walk down the beach, the picnic in the nest of tall, sand-colored reeds, and easygoing talk of their thoughts, their children, their various likes and dislikes.

They had held hands as they walked, enjoying the closeness that it added to their conversation, and–approaching middle age–the feeling of youth that it brought to them.

Yes, it was hard to keep their long- standing interest in one another out of the conversation, even though they were simply neighbors. They’d known each other casually for quite a few years, talking at neighborhood parties, just flirting in a friendly, teasing way. But at this new stage in their lives those years weren’t wasted, it turned out. They did seem to count for something, the way high-school sweehearts, meeting many years later, shared a new intimacy greater than anything they’d had long ago in school. To some extent they could behave as lovers, whether or not they had ever been quite that close. It was something like that with them, he thought. As a man and a woman, they knew they experienced something beyond the day and the walk. He admired her youthful figure, the way the light hit her red-brown hair, the glint of mischief and independence in her eyes. And she, too, knew her own mind: on a day like this she liked feeling protected by him, so much taller than she, and liked his easy smile and refusal to take too somberly what was obviously serious in their lives.

The picnic had been fun, too, as if they were hiding in their private shelter from people and from the onshore breeze. He’d even kissed her hands once while she’d passed him a cup of coffee from the thermos, and they’d put their arms around one another’s waists as they stood looking out over the Sound at the distant windsurfers.

He liked the way she sat on the blanket, her blue cotton skirt tucked loosely under her tanned legs while her feet played in the sand. She’d leaned back on her elbows, looking up at the sky and he’d almost kissed her again…but, of course, they were not there as lovers.

He felt that she knew how casually seductive she was, though, and that she sensed his gaze on her, desiring her, and that she would have liked him to take her in his arms and lie next to her on the blanket, kissing her and caressing her body.

But now the day was over and the dusk had begun to set in. They moved briskly back down the almost-deserted beach. There were just a few late walkers out with their dogs, and a few kids here and there waiting for darkness before they’d start a fire with driftwood and then relax in one another’s arms, and maybe do a few things their parents wouldn’t like them to, if they knew.

The parking lot came up soon enough, and they loaded the baskets and blankets into the trunk of her car.

“Warm it up fast,” he said. “It’s cold when the sun goes down at this time of year.” He patted her knee as she fired up the Volvo. “Good Swedish heater in here anyway, we’ll be warm soon.” He noticed her shiver slightly.

“Cold, are you?” he asked. “How about stopping off at the bar at the Inn. We could sit by the fire and have a little brandy to take the chill off? Maybe have some supper?”

She liked brandy, its spreading warmth within her, and she liked fires, their flickering light. It was a good idea, even if a little dangerous. They’d desired one another this afternoon. But their relationship wasn’t ready for fires, she thought.

“Well,” she said, “maybe just one. What time do you have to be back? I don’t want to keep you. But I could use a little warming up.” She chuckled to herself at the double meaning. Yes, she thought, she would like some warming up…just as she would have on the beach this afternoon. She’d liked stretching out, allowing the light skirt to follow the contours of her legs while her blouse tightened over her breasts. She liked him to want her, and to want him…even as friends.

The Inn was old, and its small bar was dimly lighted. There was even a fire in the fireplace. As they chose the table next to it, the barmaid told them that it was the first one of the season. They touched glasses and savored the brandy.

“You know,” she said, “fires are one of my favorite things. But they make me sleepy.”

“Me too,” he answered, “sleepy, but…happy.” They understood one another.

Chapter Two – Inns

The heat of the fire penetrated their bones and soon merged with the brandy’s warmth. Their laughter grew softer, and they held hands while they sipped their second drinks. The fire’s soft light cast moving shadows over her face, and with her hand she brushed her hair slightly forward over her neck.

His eyes glowed with his appreciation of her and he leaned forward over the small table to kiss her softly on the lips. “The light does you justice here,” he whispered, “you are just beautiful. I’d like to hold you. Would you like that?”

She would, she thought, she would. She stretched in her chair, conscious of the way his eyes followed her, the way her clothes clung to her body as she felt the warmth of desire fill her. She pressed her leg against his under the table, answering him with a pleasantly teasing voice.

“Why?” she answered, “Is that what’s on your mind? You’d like your arms around me? What if I wanted to put mine around you? Do you think you’d like that too?” She enjoyed bantering with him like this, reflecting his seductiveness back at him.

Though she pretended to speak flippantly to him, the truth was that she was enjoying the seduction. The Inn was safe, and she could call off their game anytime she wanted to. But she liked it. She could feel her nipples hardening and the heat of desire spreading deep within her, and she would have loved to hold him in her arms and open her legs and allow him to enter her. She wanted to feel him slide deep inside, filling her as she clung to his length, savoring him with the depths of her body.

She wondered if he noticed. She didn’t want to be too obvious–but on the other hand, she thought to herself, she couldn’t think of any reason why not.

She knew that she was a good lover, that her body pleased herself at the same time that it pleased her man, and that she could savor lovemaking for hours. And something in his eyes made her suspect that he was like her–someone who could enjoy physical closeness and mingle lovemaking with the intimacy of shared thoughts and words.

She thought she’d check on her perception, just for fun, just for dangerous fun. “What time did you say you had to be back? You never did say. Or are we going to be stuck here all night?”

He did not answer her directly.

“Lean back like that again,” he said, “I like to see you stretch…like a cat. Sweet muscle and bones under a soft surface. Of course I’d like you to hold me. That’s why I asked. But what’s on your mind? All night? Are you trying to scare me?” His eyes twinkled as he reached over to touch her cheek. “All night doesn’t seem so bad. They have all we need here in the Inn, I guess.

“And since you ask,” he continued, “it does look like snow, sometime. It might even be coming tonight. You never know.” He laughed softly, looking directly into her eyes.

“Yes, it does seem like snow at that,” she said, with a hint of melodrama, “it does look like we could be snowed in. Trapped with one another. How could we stand it? Would we go out of our minds, cabin fever? Or would we sustain ourselves through the long winter, somehow, with bear rugs and campfires, a Hardy Survival Team in the Frozen North?

“I’ve got another idea, though–how about another brandy?  In case we need to be rescued, we’ve got to be prepared. You’re right about that snow, you just never know.”

She was enjoying the little drama, and she liked the idea of getting slightly high from the brandy. She knew that if they were to make love that it would be good, and  she knew that she liked him and that he liked her. So why not? And if they didn’t, they could enjoy the danger of their desire together.

It was dark out now, and the Inn’s lights were dim. She reached up to unfasten the top two buttons of her blouse, letting him see her do it. She looked into his eyes, as directly as he had looked at her. “If you’re going to be snowbound,” she said, “you’ve got to be ready for anything. Let’s have that brandy.”

Chapter Three – Brandy

The second brandy flowed deeply through her and she welcomed the heat just as she welcomed the desire. Her mind kept moving back to the afternoon on the beach, to the intimacy of their hideaway in the reeds and the careful casualness of their conversation.

Though all afternoon she’d set aside her desire, she now could feel it more fully, and wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her as he pressed the full length of his body against her. It was as if they’d been making love all afternoon…and as if she wanted still more.

“How would you feel about a little walk– just outside around the Inn, to wake up a little?” he asked. “We’ll come back in to finish our drinks, then maybe have a little supper?” He held her hand across the small table as he spoke and she knew that the walk was only part of what he wanted. The thought excited her, but she acted as though she were calm, indifferent but agreeable.

“Good idea,” she answered, “but just for a few minutes. Before it snows.” She laughed with him as they rose and told the waitress that they’d be right back.

They walked through the Inn’s several small dining rooms looking at the paintings and etchings on the walls, at the odd collection of knicknacks that had been left behind–or, she joked, bought at tag sales the previous weekend. She enjoyed having him guide her through the rooms, his hand on the small of her back, as though she needed his assistance.

They played the game of couples well together. At the glassed-in sunporch, closed off and emptied for the winter, they stopped to look out at the back lawn and tidal looked out at the marsh, dimly visible in the light cast from the inn’s windows. They stood there, close together. No one was in the room. He turned to face her and leaned down to brush her lips with his.

She did not resist, but opened her mouth daringly to taste his lips with the tip of her tongue and melted into his body, allowing her warmth to spread into him and feeling the stiffening of his cock against her thighs. She knew that he wanted her, and she pressed her hips toward him as they kissed again, longer, more deeply. His hands slid lower, over her hips, and pulled her to him, and then moved upward to caress the sides of her breasts.

They knew they could not kiss for too long, but they savored one another for as long as they could. The kisses left them breathless and shaky and eager for more. They pulled apart and looked almost shyly into one another’s eyes.

“I guess we should continue our walk,” she said, looking up at him. An image of him kneeling naked above her, looking down at her while she lay nude and abandoned in bed, flashed through her mind. She wondered if her could see the thought in her eyes. Or was he thinking the same thing?

He kissed her softly again. “Yes. we should,” he whispered, looking directly into her eyes, as if he could read her thoughts. Again their lips met softly, as his hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her gently.

“Yes, really,” she whispered back, smiling slightly at him. “It would be a shame not to, wouldn’t it?” She felt very bold, perhaps too bold. But she wanted to take him inside her and to hold him there, contracting on his cock slowly and gently, savoring him while they talked, good friends and sweet lovers.

“We really should,” she said again, softly, to herself.

Chapter Four – Strolls

Soon they were out on the Inn’s lawn, walking in the semidarkness at the far edge of the window light. The warmth of the interior was still with them though it was chilly, and as they strolled they glanced through the lighted windows where they could see Inn visitors at tables or relaxing over drinks. On the second floor, room lights showed comfortable suites with flowered wallpaper.

“Nice rooms,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze. Both of them knew that it would be nice to be up there in one of them, getting ready for dinner–or for bed. As they neared the west wing of the Inn they could see a silhouette flicker against closed, thin curtains as someone walked past a window. They were headed that way and soon were directly opposite the room. The silhouette appeared again, and then was joined by another person, a woman, in an embrace. “A couple,” she whispered to her friend. They were really quite close to them, she realized–about thirty feet away, looking slightly upward. They could not help looking. It was as if they were observing themselves. The couple’s shadow seemed to merge into one person and then separate, and them merge again as they kissed.

She felt herself grow excited at this silent scene, and she could sense that her friend was as fascinated as she was. He turned to her for a kiss.

“I’d like to be up there with you,” he whispered. Doing just what they are doing. Would you like that?”

“Yes, I would, very much,” she answered, “but look at them now.”

The couple were a step apart, and appeared to be undressing. The shadow of the woman’s full breasts and hips was visible as she bent to remove her dress, and the man’s erect cock flashed quickly across the curtain as he turned back to her. They were in one another’s arms again, and their bodies undulated slowly against one another.

The woman turned around, her back against the man, and his hands cupped her breasts as she maneuvered his cock between her thighs and thrust back against him wantonly.

On the lawn, she and her friend watched, trembling with desire. She turned her back to him and they stood like the silhouetted couple, whispering to one another. “Looks like fun,” he said. She pressed back against him, letting him feel her buttocks against his stiffness. “I wouldn’t know,” she said, chuckling quietly, “do you think I’m that kind of girl?” He squeezed her waist in answer and kissed the top of her head.

“They’re probably married,” he said, “they seem so good at it. Does it take a lot of practice?” “Depends on who’s the coach,” she answered back with a smile.

They fell silent as the couple in the window turned to face one another again and embraced tightly, the man’s hands on the woman’s hips. Then he bent lower over her and lifted her, and her legs opened and grasped his waist while her head arched back. His cock was sliding inside her and they were slowly moving back and forth, two practiced lovers who had done this many times before.

Their quiet observers watched in the shadows, she rotating her hips against her friend’s cock as he caressed her breasts softly and slid his hands down over her belly to her thighs. Watching the lovers through the curtains seemed to bring them closer, as they shared the forbidden scene.

She knew that with a few easy motions she could slide off her panties lift up her skirt and he’d be in her, and they would enjoy one another fully. But she knew that they would want to savor that experience to the fullest–and that this quiet observation was something they could talk about over and over in bed, later.

“I’d like to be doing that to you, now,” he whispered. “They are lucky. And they seem happy at it, don’t they?”

The woman’s legs were stretched out behind the man as he bent over to kiss her, a long kiss. His hands cradled her buttocks as over and over he lifted her up tight against him, and then lowered her so that she could slide down the length of his cock. Their shadowed bodies strained against one another as their movements grew more rapid. Muffled sounds of moaning penetrated the window, as she arched he head backward.

The lovers on the lawn watched as the couple in the window began to moan, as she took the cock deeply into her opened and welcoming cunt, and contracted on its length. They clung together, moving more slowly, and then she lowered her legs to the floor as they embraced and kissed again.

“Watching them makes me want you,” she said as she responded to her friend’s slow thrusts against her. “And practice does make perfect, they say.”

They turned face to face and looked into one another’s eyes. In the window, two other lovers, in shadow, did the same.

Chapter Five – Sofa

Soon they were back inside, flushed with their adventure and with their new desire. Their waitress semed to guess at something, and smiled warmly at them asthey ordered another brandy. She bought back generous portions, and they sipped eagerly at the liquid, feeling it burn within their bodies. “That was some walk,” he said, finally. “I hope you ween’t embarassed. That happens only once in a lifetime. I’m glad I was with you.”

He looked directly into her eyes as he spoke.

“It was…unusual,” she smiled as she answered. “I felt a little embarassed. Didn’t you? But I liked it. It made me want you…more.”

They touched their glasses, a small toast to their adventure.

- The End -

“Will these do?”
“Jesus Christ mum, where the hell did you get them from?”
She giggled and turned round letting me see how the shorts seemed to cup each sweet cheek of her bottom and separate it slightly from it’s twin. What there was of the narrow gusset between her thighs only accentuated the soft inner flesh at their juncture.
If there were any doubt when viewing from the rear, that the wearer was a woman, the doubt would be dispelled when seen from the front, the shape of her sexy hairless slit was not just visible, it was actually emphasised by the tight, clinging material and even more than that, the swelling of each pink labia peeked out temptingly from beneath it’s hopelessly inadequate covering.
An old, but freshly washed shirt of mine was knotted beneath her breasts leaving her stomach bare and the way they bounced as she moved left me in no doubt that she’d decided on “braless is best” again!
“Do we put the damsons in there?” she asked as she stood smiling at me,

“In where?”
“In that great big hole under your nose” she giggled and I realised my mouth was hanging open!

“Where the hell did you get them from?” I spluttered, “They look like they’re for a bloody twelve year old!”
“They are” she laughed, “I nipped over to the discount store for some denim shorts and saw these, I thought you might like them”
“I do mum” I leered, “Oh believe me I do, but how am I supposed to climb trees with an erection like this?”
She reached up and kissed me lingeringly,
“Just keep thinking about where you’re going to put it when we’ve finished” she said softly, “How’s this for a scenario? A warm bath, some cold champagne and a hot, horny woman”
“Champagne?”
“Well cider then, oh and a couple of joints just for good measure!”
I nearly broke my neck in my haste to get out and get on with it!
It took six hours of climbing up the ladder, climbing trees, balancing precariously on branches, reaching, stretching, but I can say honestly that we enjoyed every minute of it.
We stole kisses at every opportunity, sexy little gropes made us giggle like kids behind the bike shed at school, once as she reached up for a high branch, I unfastened her shirt and swinging round like a latter day Tarzan, sucked each delicious little nipple as her breasts hung free and she squealed with laughter, unable to do anything else but hang on while I feasted!
“Three hundred and fifteen pounds!” she yelled as we came out of the wholesaler’s office where we’d delivered the fruit looking like two old tramps who’d slept rough.
“And just for a day’s work too, bloody hell Tommy!” she hugged and kissed me and I had to admit that I was pretty pleased too.
Although they only appeared every two years, it was a nice little bonus, but at that moment in time, all I could think about was the promised pleasures of the night to come!
I had to put up with the tears again when I handed her a hundred and seven pounds and fifty pence, but she’d more than earned it and as I said earlier, I got a hell of a lot of pleasure from watching her put it into her pocket.
(thankfully, she’d changed into a pair of jeans before going to the wholesalers with me)
We ate a quick meal in the car at a Macdonald’s drive through and called in at Mr Patel’s for some more lager and the cheapest champagne he’d got (mum’s treat) then as she closed the door to the flat, she leaned back against it and sighed.
“Wow, point me to the bath Tommy, I loved every minute of it, but now I’m knackered”
Easing my shirt off her shoulders, I let it drop to the floor, her nipples swelled under my lips and she gasped with pleasure as I nibbled them gently.
She giggled as I slid the tight jeans down over her hips and kissed her stomach, she protested unconvincingly as I licked downwards, leaving a wet trail on her naked flesh,
“No Tommy, I’m all sweaty and yukky!”
“You taste gorgeous mum” I whispered and licked at a little bead of sweat before it disappeared forever into the delectable little cleft of her cunt.
“Oh Christ Tommy” she moaned as I parted her legs, “This is, ooh yes, this is so fucking horny”
Then my tongue flicked lightly over her clitoris and she gasped, “Fuck Tommy, oh…” and she convulsed.
She shuddered and jerked uncontrollably as I licked slowly and deliberately between her legs, in the crease between her thighs and her labia, not once did my lips or tongue even touch her sex, but still she came over and over again.
Her juices literally poured from her cunt but every time she tried to push my face to her cunt, I pilled away and laughed softly until her legs gave way and she started to sag.
Then I clamped my mouth onto her cunt and jabbed my tongue between her dripping folds,
She screamed and her whole body went into a spasm, her hands balled into fists, even her toes curled as I lifted her legs up over my shoulders, forcing her to hold onto my head and bend almost double as I walked somewhat unsteadily into the bedroom, still with my tongue licking and sucking at the tangy moisture in her cunt, I lay her down on the bed and unfastened my jeans.
Almost out of control myself, I eased my cock into the river between her legs, she screamed again and sobbed, wrapping her legs around my waist and heaving herself back at me.
“Yes Tommy, fucking yes baby” she hissed and clung to me as I let myself go, pumping jet after jet of my cream, deep into her womb!
We must have slept, because the next thing I knew was waking up in semi darkness and feeling her stirring next to me.
“I love you Tommy”
I kissed her softly and felt the sticky wetness where we were still joined together in our incestuous embrace.
“I love you mum” and then the moment was lost as with a “plop” we came apart.
It was tight in the bath, but we managed rather well, two candles cast an eerie glow around the room and every little scraping of ice from the fridge freezer kept the champagne chilled as we washed each other sensuously all over, neither of us missed a single inch of our bodies, I sat on the edge of the bath, sharing a joint with her as she carefully shaved off all my pubic hair.
We were getting drunk and horny again, as she rinsed off the last of the foam from my groin, she bent her head and took my penis into her mouth
I knew I wasn’t ready to cum again, but the feeling of her lips closing over my cock was exquisite, she looked up at me and winked and I thought it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life before.
“Mum, let’s go to the pub”
She took my cock out of my mouth and looked at me quizzically,
“I can’t believe you just said that!”
I couldn’t help laughing in agreement with her, it was bloody ludicrous, I was sitting on the edge of my bath with my naked, horny mother fellating me and I wanted to go to the pub!
“I want to show you off mum.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you’re fucking gorgeous mum, that’s why!”
“What rubbish” she giggled, but she obviously enjoyed the flattery,
“Well, we’ve slept for about four hours and I don’t suppose we’d sleep if we went to bed now would we?”
That clinched it and we dried off hurriedly and got dressed.
I put on my best (and only) pair of slacks with a white open necked shirt and I felt myself blushing when she told me I was gorgeous.
“Men aren’t gorgeous mum” but she hushed me with a kiss,
“Mine is” she said simply.
She slipped into a simple black dress that on her, looked as if it came from an exclusive salon instead of the discount store across the road, but it was the undergarments that held my interest, I watched avidly as she rolled the black stockings up over her thighs and fastened them teasingly to the delicate little straps of her suspender belt.
“Panties?” she said as she held the dress up, for me to drool over the way the stockings and suspender belt made a mind blowingly sexy frame for her beautiful little slit
“Oh yes, I think so” I whispered hoarsely, “I want to have the pleasure of taking them off mum”
Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a tiny black g-string and dangled it from her little finger
“In that case, you’ve got to earn that pleasure” she smiled, “You’ve got to put them on me first!”

- To Be Continued… -

This is a true account of actual events. It was the mid 80′s, I was a married wild ass sailor stationed at a base in southern California. I was always on the prowl for pussy and married pussy was my preference. No strings attached and they had as much to lose as me.

I was at the base enlisted club on a Friday night right after a squadron deployed. This wasn’t my usual hunting grounds but there was always a abundance of drunk housewives available after a major troop movement. Me and my Harley riding buddy Freddy invited ourselves to sit at a table of about 15 women that were drunk and seemed to fit the bill. We sat and drank and generally tried to be sexy and entertaining.

Done deal. I followed her home. She stopped in front of a house on base, came up to my bike and said, “I’m going to check and see if my husband’s home, If everything’s cool I’ll cut the porch light off.”

After a couple of minutes, the porch light clicked off and I saw her open the door and wave me in. I eagerly trotted to the door, walked in and saw her husband and two crumb snatchers asleep on the couch with the TV blaring. I mouthed to her, “What the fuck”, she just put her fingers to her lips and motioned for me to follow her down the hall.

I did. We got undressed in record time, she sucked and fucked like a woman with a mission. She  knew positions I have never heard about, when I came in her pussy, she sucked me hard and told me fuck her in the ass. It took longer but after a while she had my cum running out of her ass.

By this time I was sweating, thirsty and losing my buzz. I asked her if she had any booze. She said “Yea, there’s some wine in the fridge.” Although the fridge was just a few feet from her sleeping husband, I didn’t care. I went to the kitchen, grabbed some wine out of the fridge and started drinking straight out of the bottle like a LA wino.

I was watching her husband sleep. While I was drinking and realized he looked familiar. Could it be? Hell yes it was! Chief Copp! The same son of a bitch that was hated by 99% of the base and more importantly the same bastard that denied permission for my wife to drive on base after my DUI and not only laughed at me he ridiculed me in front of all the military police and all the people that were waiting for their case to be heard.

About the same time I realized this the TV stopped broadcasting for the day. Instead of blaring cartoons the TV was blasting out earlier a whine screeched out of the set, that I knew always woke me out of a sound sleep. The Chief started snorting and tossing and turning. I put the wine back, ran down the hall, leaped into the room and put my clothes on and leaped out the bedroom window, boots in hand, with a speed that a fireman would have envied.

The woman was still naked on the bed saying, “what, what’s wrong?” I didn’t answer I just got the hell out of there. A few minutes later after resting in the shadows, I thought maybe it was a false alarm and I should at least explain to the buxom whore why I ran out on her.

I walked up to the bedroom window where the light was still on and the window open and listened. I heard some moaning and when I looked through the curtains I had thrown aside, I saw the Chief on his hands and knees, sucking his slut’s asshole. She was telling him, “suck it all out baby, when you’re through you can suck his cum out of my pussy.” I know revenge is sweet, but sometimes you gotta admit when you’ve been licked.

Freddy seemed to be doing alright with a couple of the girls, but I didn’t seem to be making a connection with anyone. I eventually got up to go to the bathroom. While I was standing at the urinal I felt a chin on my shoulder. I turned my head quickly and saw the face of one of the older women with the large tits barely hiding in a tank top and tight shorts looking at me.

She said, “I just wanted to see how you’re hanging.” I said, “would you like a closer look?” I took her hand and backed up to the sinks where I sat and she proceeded to suck my cock.

The door was wide open and at an angle we could be seen by passerbys in the lobby, but the liquor and the excitement made this no problem. Guys were still coming in to use the head but they seemed to ignore us. Except for one dude. He looked at me and smiled. He closed the door and put his foot against it and said, “Go for it”.

She sucked with all her might but I wasn’t going to cum because I started to think about the consequences of a married man caught in a liaison with a dependent wife. I nodded toward the guy holding the door and told the girl, “suck my buddy.”

She said “OK” got on her knees, unzipped his zipper and pulled out a huge uncircumsized cock. She sucked on it like it was her only chance at a million dollars. It wasn’t long until his legs were shaking, his eyes were rolling back in his head and I could her the hot bitch gulping.

The other thing I could hear was people on the other side of the door  raising hell because they couldn’t get in the bathroom.  I told him to zip up and let the people in. The slut wife licked her lips and said to me, “I’m not through with YOU yet, lets split and you follow me home.”

- The End -

“I could just go to sleep like this” she sighed happily and reached for a cigarette.
“Light me one too mum will you please?”
“I didn’t know you smoked” she said but lit me one anyway.
“I like a joint occasionally, but only when I’m with a girlfriend and I haven’t got one of those at the moment”
She passed me the cigarette and watched as I inhaled the smoke,
“They say that’s as good as a kiss” she said, smiling at me,
“What is?”
“Taking a cigarette that’s been in someone else’s mouth”
“No” I shook my head,
“No?”
“Definitely not mum” I smiled at her, “Not as nice as one of your kisses anyway”
I realised that it was the booze talking, even as I said it, but I didn’t care
“Put the cigarette down Tommy” she said softly
I stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and when I turned back again her mouth was on mine, her lips apart, her breath warm in my mouth.
“Mum!”
I was shocked, but her tongue was in my mouth, she was warm and soft and curvy.
Slowly and lovingly we kissed and tasted each other, I sucked the wetness from her tongue and savoured it, she whimpered and pressed herself against me, her nipples, hard little pebble like points of desire. I ran my hands over her naked back, beneath her armpits, down to her hips while her own hands caressed my back.

It didn’t end suddenly, but gradually we seemed to regain our self control, God I wanted her so much, she had become more than my mother, much, much more, she’d become a beautiful, desirable woman who’d frightened us both with the sheer depth of the emotions she’d hidden for four years!
We touched lips again and looked at each other,
“Wow” I said softly and she laid her head against my chest.

“That shouldn’t have happened Tommy” she said quietly, “I’m sorry”
“Sorry for what mum?” I stroked her back gently and she shivered,

“Sorry for kissing me? I’m not, it was beautiful mum, the most beautiful experience of my life”
“I lost control Tommy, we nearly, well you know”
“No you didn’t mum, you didn’t lose control, you responded to your emotions, your feelings and so did I”
“Can I have a cigarette please?”
I lit one for her, using one hand, she was clinging to me and I didn’t want it to end

“There you go, a kiss by way of a cigarette”
“The real thing’s a lot nicer”

“The real thing’s beautiful mum, just like the lady who showed me the real thing”
“Oh Tommy, I’ve not showed you the real thing” she looked up into my eyes, “Yet”
“Mum, if we’d have carried on we’d have both regretted it”

I felt the movement as she nodded in agreement, then she gasped as I continued,
“I’d have fucked you mum, I nearly did too, I wanted to”
“But?”
“But” I’m glad I didn’t”
“Why Tommy?”
“Because really mum, I don’t want to fuck you”
“Oh, I feel silly now”

“Well don’t mum, I really don’t want to fuck you” I took the cigarette away from her and stubbed it out, when I held her again there were tears in her eyes,
“I don’t want to fuck you mum, because I want to make love to you, I want to be stone cold sober, you too when we do it”
I slipped a hand round to her breasts and cupped one in the palm of my hand,
“I want to feel every inch of me against you, inside you, I want to be in full control of my senses, I want to know that it’s me you want and not a booze induced thrill that’ll make us both ashamed the next morning”
I felt the nipple rising in my hand and I teased it gently between my fingers,
“He fucked you mum, he never made love to you, do you think I didn’t hear you crying? He used you like he’d use his fucking hand when you weren’t there, well I’m not him mum, I’m me, Tommy and I love you and I’m pissed now and tired and it’s my turn to feel silly”
“Tommy, no-one, but no-one has ever said anything like that to me before, no-one has ever spoken like that to me before, but I’m pissed too and tired as well”
She hooked an arm around my neck and touched her lips to mine in the gentlest of kisses.
“Take me to bed Tommy and just hold me, just be there darling for me, be there next to me when I wake up!”
I think we were both asleep almost as soon as our heads hit the pillow, I know I was and I don’t think we moved very much in the night either, I woke up in the morning, still with mum’s face next to mine and our arms round each other.
“Hi” she said softly, “I thought you were never going to wake up”
“Hi” I kissed her nose and even that slightest of movements sent a spasm through my neck.
“Oh God” I groaned, “I’m stiff mum”
She giggled and squirmed against me sexily,
“I know that”
I honestly hadn’t realised that my usual morning erection was standing up proudly, pressed between us like a bloody flagpole.
“And we’re both sober now”
Her lips parted slightly under the pressure of my own lips, I groaned again, this time not with the creaking of limbs that hadn’t moved for hours, but with the pleasure of feeling a hand finding my penis and as I rolled on top of her, guiding it to the source of the warmth between her legs.
“Oh Tommy” she breathed into my mouth as she opened herself to me.
She was warm, wet and welcoming, I felt the back of her heels hooking themselves behind my shins as she accepted me and began to move rhythmically in time with my own tentative probing.
“Mum” I gasped, “this is beautiful”
She gripped my back tightly and nibbled my neck,
“Tommy, do it baby, do it to me, oh sweet Jesus, Tommy”
Without any conscious effort at all, my movements increased, I ran my hands beneath her and cupped the cheeks of her bottom, pulling her against me, once or twice she sobbed and I felt her seeming to jerk in spasms, I thought I was hurting her in my ignorance, but when I hesitated, she whimpered and thrust herself back at me.
“I love you Tommy, God I love you, now fuck me baby, fuck me”
The delicious obscenity of the words, whispered into my ear sent a thrill coursing through me, suddenly I stiffened and she gasped as she felt me go rigid, every muscle, every sinew was taut, the only movement at all between us both, for those brief moments was the subtle squeezing of my penis by her vaginal muscles.
Then with an involuntary grunt, I lunged forward and let go of everything inside me, my hips jerked and sent a jet of my hot seed into her, she squealed as I grunted again and again, each animalistic groan, signalling another spurt of my sperm deep into her willingly receptive body.

At last my own body lay still, back under my control again and we lay panting in each other’s arms, each one searching deep inside ourselves.

“Tommy?”
I looked at her in silence, not trusting myself to speak,
“You ok?”
I nodded and drew her into my embrace,
“Mum, I’m more than all right, I’m fantastic” and she giggled, “You certainly are!”
“No” I laughed, “That’s not what I meant mum, I…”
“It’s what I meant though, you know when you thought you were hurting me?”
“Yes”
She giggled again and hid her face under my neck,
“You weren’t hurting me you fool, I was cumming!”
“Yeah but…”
“Tommy, I came six bloody times!”
I lay back and grinned, basking in her words,
“Six times?”
“Yup” she laughed,
“Want to make it seven?”
“Can’t”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Can’t”
“Why not?” I said, feigning annoyance and she slipped out of bed.
“I’m the tomato lady now, remember?”
“Aw shit mum”
“And it’s Saturday too, payday from Mr Patel!”
I handed her the little book with all the week’s transactions in it and watched as she studied my efforts at book keeping, before she ran downstairs excitedly to the shop. While she was gone I toasted some bread and made a pot of tea for breakfast, hearing the side gate open, I peered out and watched her gathering the days requirements of tomatoes.
It was such a simple thing that I’d started, more for the pleasure of watching the fruit grow than any monetary reward, but the pleasure I got from watching her study each tomato carefully before pulling it and placing it carefully in the bag, was almost painful.
She’d married my father just days after her sixteenth birthday and gave birth to me only three months later, he’d been unemployed when they married and he’d remained unemployed right up to the day he died, his only exercise had been when he’d blown his dole money on booze and came home to use her as a punch bag.
Throughout the whole of her married life with him she never knew what it was to have money in her purse that wasn’t already accounted for, that’s why to this day, the gold bracelet she bought for me that day, remains so special to me.
It probably cost roundabout the hundred and fifty pound mark and I knew that without doubt, that was the largest amount of money she’d ever seen in her life before and she’d spent it without any thought on a present for me!
No wonder I had a tear in my eye as I watched her with the tomatoes!

- To Be Continued… -

We walk into the movies not to sure what we are going to watch but not really caring. We sit in the back. After a while he reaches over to me and lifts my shirt he realizes that I am not wearing a bra. He tells me not to make a sound and what ever he did just keep looking straight. All ready I start to ache. He puts my hands on the arm rests. All the while he is saying this he is caressing my breast.

He gets on the floor in front of me and spreads my legs apart so either leg is on each side of him. As he leans forward he whispers against my nipple and says “Now remember no sounds and don’t move”. I moan but i bite my lip. Trying not to make a sound. He touches my nipple with his tongue and sucks on it. He takes on of his hands and moves it up my inner thigh. He touches me with his finger tips i make a moan and he whispers against my skin ssshhhh.

I swallow my moan. He slides his mouth down my body and pushes up my skirt. I’m not wearing any panties he smiles against my inner thigh as he presses kisses up between my thighs making me moan. He take his hand and put it near my mouth saying suck on my finger imagine it being my dick.

I suck his finger in my mouth. As my lips close around his finger he touches me with the tip of his tongue telling me sssshhhhh as I moan around his finger. He stabs his tongue inside me making me grip the arm rests. He then takes his hand away from my mouth i moan as he grabs my hips  and pushes my hips closer to his mouth and tongue.

Burying his mouth between my legs. He drapes my legs on his shoulders and I push him closer with my legs not realizing. What im doing he sticks a finger inside me and I climax. He straightens my skirt and kisses my mouth as he pushes my shirt down covering my breast. I smell my musky scent on him. It turns me on sharing myself with my lover.

He smiles at me and I smile back as I grab his belt buckle and I push his pants and boxers down. He lets out a moan i lean forward on my knees in from of him. I whisper ssshhhh as i lean forward to let him in the moist recesses in my mouth. I suck on his dick and he puts his fingers in my hair burying them. I shake my head no and I take his hands and put them on the arm rests.

I suck on the tip of his dick I swirl my tongue around the tip. He throws his head back and swallows his moan. Feeling his moan vibrate through his body excites me. I start to suck harder knowing that he s going to burst in my mouth any minute. I rub my tongue up and down his dick feeling him get larger inside my mouth. He whispers incoherently tell me in broken gasp he’s going to cum. Mmm I lift my head and whisper for his ears alone and says yessss  cum in my mouth. I bend my head back towards him and suck on him harder. He then lets out a harsh gasp as he climaxes telling me to swallow every drop of his cum. I gladly comply.

He then pushes me back on the floor and slams his mouth on mine he thrusts his tongue in my mouth as he does he slides deep inside me and he swallows my moan of pleasure. He lifts his head and says put your legs around my waist and lift your hips. I gladly comply and he thrust inside me harder faster mmm. He feels my legs start to tighten around his waist and my inner muscles grip his dick harder. H lets out a moan and says YESS!! come with me again he says. He climaxes inside me and his climax triggers mine. MMMMMMM he tells me after we collapsed on the floor oh baby you’re goood.

- The End -

The afternoon was spent watching her parading in all her new outfits, it really was nice just to see the sheer pleasure on her face. None of the clothes had been expensive but that didn’t bother her in the slightest, they were new and they weren’t the drab prison garbs that she’d endured for the last four years.
The only clothes I didn’t get to see were her new bras and panties although I did get a couple of teasing glimpses as she showed off the shorter skirts she’d bought!
She’d even bought two pairs of shorts and I do mean shorts, they didn’t so much fit her, as clung to her and once again I found myself gazing longingly at her beautiful little bottom.
“Wow” was all I could say as I watched her cheeks peeking out from either side of a pair of cut off denim shorts, “I’ve got to say this mum, you really have got a gorgeous little bum!”
“Yes, that’s what – - – -, oh never mind”
I don’t know where the bravery came from, but I said quietly.
“You can tell me mum, did you have a friend in there?”
She blushed furiously for a moment, but smiled as well.
“Everyone did darling, we’d have gone mad without someone to hold onto at night”
“Was she nice?”
“Beautiful Tommy” she seemed very wistful, “Her name’s Jill, you’d like her”
“If you like her then yes, I know I would too mum”
“We promised to keep in touch”
“And will you?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know darling, it’s all so different once you’re out, it seems, I don’t know, seedy, yes that’s the word, seedy”
“Well I think it’s bloody sexy” and it broke her mood again.
“Pervert” she laughed and punched me playfully in the ribs.
“Ready for the Barbie yet?” I asked and she did a little dance of delight.
“You bet I am, lead on McDuff”
“Come on then, we need some burgers first from Mr Patel”
The nice old Asian who owned the shop and my flat above it was enchanted with my mother, he knew where she’d been and why she’d been there. The same people who’d found the flat for me were obliged to tell him I was an ex offender and the details of my offence, but all he’d done was to ask me if I intended to steal from him and I answered calmly.
“No sir, I was convicted of manslaughter, not theft”
For a moment or two he looked at me in silence then held out his hand and shook mine solemnly.
“I am trusting you, but you steal and I’ll be doing the man slaughtering myself”
That was good enough for me and ever since then he’d been kindness itself to me.
We filled a basket with cans of lager and a bottle of vodka, mum’s favourite tipple, a packet of burgers and some bread rolls too and he said.
“You take this as a gift for your lovely lady mother”
She smiled at him and thanked him, then burst out laughing as he said in a stage whisper, “I’ll overcharge him the next time he comes in!”
“He’s nice isn’t he?”
“Yeah, I suppose so, he fancies you though”
“He doesn’t, he was just being friendly”
“Mum he could hardly take his eyes off your bum the whole time we were in the shop”
“Well at least one man fancies me, that’s something” she laughed.
“Two” I said softly and she turned to look at me.
“What was that?”
“I said two mum” and felt myself blushing again, “I was reminding myself to get two glasses from the kitchen!”
“Hmm” was all she said, but she looked very thoughtful!
She’d settled on wearing a short denim mini skirt, “to get some sun on my legs” as she put it and a light blue sweater and she stood behind me laughing at my attempts to get the barbecue going before disappearing out through the back gate.
“Here you are, this’ll do the trick” and she squirted a long stream of lighter gas onto the pathetically smoking charcoal
“WHOOSH”
She practically jumped on me as the thing flared up and scared the life out of both of us it only lasted for a second or two but it was long enough for me to inhale the new perfume she wore and just about long enough for her to realise that when we’d grabbed each other, my right hand had gone under her sweater and was holding her naked back.
“You can put me down now Tommy” she said softly and I jumped like a scalded cat when I realised where my hand had been.
“Sorry mum” I grinned sheepishly, “I er, I didn’t mean to, you know”
“Don’t worry about it” she laughed, “It’s been a long time since a man had his arms round me!”
“Yeah me too” I said ruefully, “I’d forgotten how nice women smell”
“Oh you noticed my perfume then?”
“Yes it’s nice mum, you smelled lovely” and I turned back to check on the Barbie.
“Is something wrong Tommy?” there was a note of anxiety in her voice
“No, nothing mum” but there was no fooling her, she grabbed an arm just as I was off balance and swung me round.
“Tommy please if there’s – - – - -, oh”
What was wrong with me was that brief contact with her and the smell of her perfume in my nostrils had given me an erection!
“Oh Tommy, I’m sorry” but she didn’t bloody sound very sorry and I didn’t see much regret in her eyes either.
“Did I do that?”
I really wanted the earth to open up under my feet and swallow me.
“Well it certainly wasn’t Mr Patel mum, was it?”
“I can’t believe that” she giggled.
“Mum, for Christ’s sake” and she shut up, or at least she turned away, but her shoulders were shaking and I was damn sure she wasn’t crying this time!
By the time she’d turned round again, my embarrassment had solved the problem and there was no longer an obscene bulge in the front of my shorts.
“Aw come on Tommy don’t be grumpy with me, I could have got angry as well you know, but I didn’t”
I grinned at her and passed her a can
“In fact” and she giggled again, “It’s nice to know I can still do that to a man”
“Don’t be silly mum, you’re very pretty and you know it”
“Pretty, me?”
I looked at her face, she meant it, she really didn’t believe that she was pretty.
“Yes you, you’re lovely mum, I mean it”
“Flatterer” she laughed, “Come on, let’s drink, I’ve got four years of being sober to make up for”
It was a lovely warm evening and we spent a pleasant hour or so drinking cold lager and eating half charred burgers, while chatting about ourselves. At one point we got up and strolled around the garden, hand in hand while she had a proper look at my garden craft.
“Shall we start getting the damsons tomorrow Tommy? It’ll be good fun”
She reached up for a low branch to pull a cluster off and I let out a long, low wolf whistle as the short skirt rode right up over her thighs and displayed the cheeks of her bottom.
“No knickers mum? Wow!”
“Yes I have” she laughed, “They’re just not very big”
And by way of proving it she flipped her skirt up around her hips.
“See?”
“Jesus” I gasped as she wiggled her bottom sexily, her knickers were no more than a narrow scrap of white nylon between her bum cheeks, fanning out into a tiny little triangle at the top.
She giggled and smoothed her skirt down again over her thighs.
“I’ll wear jeans though tomorrow, don’t worry”
“Aw shit” I laughed and hugged her tightly
“Hey wait a minute, we’ve done eating haven’t we?”
“Well I have anyway”
“So have I, wait here” and she dashed upstairs into the flat, shouting at me to crack open the last two cans.
She appeared less than a minute later clutching a black plastic bag and I watched in fascination as she took out the shabby grey coat she’d worn yesterday on her release.
“Here you are, you can burn this one” she laughed and dipped in again for more, the whole bagful went that way and we toasted the flaming end of each garment with lager. Finally the biggest, grubbiest knickers I’d ever seen came out and we roared with laughter as she danced around the garden, a can of lager in one hand and a stick with the burning knickers hanging on the end of it, in the other one!
As the clothes withered away in the heat we stood looking into the flames and she slipped an arm round my waist.
“That’s it then Tommy, nothing else left from the past” I put an arm around her and she laid her head on my shoulder.
“There’s me mum, you’re not planning on burning me as well are you?”
Looking up at me she lifted her head and kissed me on the lips, gently and tenderly.
“There’s no chance of that Tommy” she said quietly, “I’m never letting you go, never”
“That’s what I wanted to hear mum” I said and we kissed again.
“Is it darling?”
“Yes” I said softly, “I’ll never manage all those bloody damsons without you!”
Then I howled with pain as she kicked me.
“Come on, let’s get stuck into the vodka now”
She seemed determined to get pissed, which was fine by me, it had been a long time since I’d been drunk and I was honestly enjoying the slightly sexy atmosphere with her.
She was fascinated by my garden, particularly the tomatoes in their pots so I said.
“Right they’re yours, from now on you’re the head tomato lady, you water them feed them and clear the dead shoots away”
She squealed with delight and clapper her hands again.
“Really?”
“Yes really mum, they’re your responsibility now, nothing whatsoever to do with me and don’t forget you have to make sure you see Mr Patel every morning to see how many he wants and make a record of what you give him, he pays me every Saturday for all the veggies he’s had in the week, so from now on that’s your job as well, right?”
She was genuinely delighted with her new responsibilities as I’d hoped she would be and it earned me another kiss from her, this one lasted a bit longer and a hint of slightly parted lips sent a message down below forcing me to pull away laughing.
“Look at this mum” I said and opened the garden gate, beckoning her to join me.
“Oh Tommy it’s beautiful” she said and took my hand as we walked together down to the little river at the bottom of the grassy slope.
“It used to be a kids playground but a couple of kids nearly drowned by climbing over a fence that used to be there, now it’s just used by lovers and late night skinny dippers”
I looked down at her face and saw a glint in her eyes
“No mum, forget it,”
“Why? Give me one good reason why not”
She kicked her shoes off.
“It’s getting dark”
“No one will see us then, will they?”
She unzipped her skirt.
“Oh why the hell not?” I laughed and stripped off my tee shirt and shorts.
The water was bloody freezing, but it didn’t matter, we were kids again, splashing each other and trying to push each other under, at one point I swam away from her but she grabbed my foot and hung on.
Quickly I dove under the water and pushed myself forward, she was screaming with laughter as I came up beneath her, her legs on either side of my back, it wasn’t until I threw her off and she back flipped into the river that I realised she was completely naked, I honestly thought she’d left her panties on.
But no, as she sprang back up again, just for an instant I saw her whole body including an all too brief glimpse of a hairless mound at the juncture of her legs.
She pulled herself out and giggling crazily, scooped up both sets of clothes before scampering back up the slope, her sexy little bottom jiggling furiously as she ran.
“Oh God, I’m freezing” she laughed as we sat in the living room wrapped in two fluffy towels she’d grabbed from the bathroom.
It’s never a good thing to go swimming after booze, our body temperatures had plummeted but we were still giggling at the sheer craziness of it and still hitting the vodka.
“See what’s on the TV. Mum” I’ve got an idea”
I came back with a double quilted duvet that I’d bought from a jumble sale, not realising that it was a double and far too big for either single bed.
“Here you are, this’ll warm us up”
It did too, we sat together beneath it watching an old cowboy film or something and gradually letting each other’s body heat surround us.
“Oh stuff this” mum laughed, “It’s all wet” and threw her towel onto the floor.
Realising the sense of it I threw mine off too and we snuggled together beneath the big, warm quilt completely naked!

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I first met Becky about 3 years ago.  I wanted her from the moment I clapped eyes on her.  She is absolutely gorgeous, and one of the nicest people I know.  We were, and still are in a couple of classes together in school, often sitting next to each other and chatting to pass the time.

This particular day, it was first period on a Monday morning.  I was sitting next to her in our Careers lesson, which is a regular snooze fest, and I noticed that she was really upset and she’d been crying.

“What’s wrong Becks?” I enquired softly

“My boyfriends just dumped me because he thinks I cheated on him”.

She wiped a tear from her eye, and reached in to her pocket for a tissue.  I was stunned. Not only did I not know she had a boyfriend, but she must have liked him a lot because she was so upset. A though crept into the back of my mind, but I suppressed it for the time being.

“Oh I’m so sorry Beck.  Here…”

I slipped my arm around her, and as it flopped over the other side it gently brushed against her firm breast.  She quivered, looked at me in a way I’ve never seen her do before, and then faced forward again.

“He’s not worth all this Becky, he’s an asshole”

My over active cock started to harden at the thought of what I’d just done, and just as I began to think it maybe getting a bit too large for decency, she glanced down at my crotch. Tryin to act as casual as possible I lifted my knees slightly up to my chest, pulled my sweater over my cock, and reached into my jeans pockets, to make it look like that was why I altered my positioning.

“Why do you think he’s an asshole John?”

“Well anyone who dumps you would have to be a complete asshole because you don’t deserve to be treated that way”

“Ah thanks”

She looked at me, lovingly smiled, and faced forward once again.  We went quiet at this point, as the teacher had finally noticed we weren’t paying the slightest bit of attention and asked me what he had just said to the class.

“Uh…I don’t know…sorry Mr. Young”

“GET OUT! Why bother coming to my lessons if you don’t bother to listen!?! Go to the Principals Office…NOW!”

I gathered my stuff, and as I got up to leave he realised Becky was really upset.

“What’s the matter Miss. Shepard? John will only be at the Principals Office…”

His humour was unwelcome and encouraged yet more tears to fall out of her beautiful blue eyes.  Without replying, Becky grabbed her jacket and walked out after me.

“Do you fancy skippin school today John, I’m not in the mood for pricks like him”

“Sure…where shall we go?”

I was half hoping she’d say…”The back seat of my car big boy”, but what she did say was just as good.

“My parents are away so I’ve gotta free house.  You can come over and we can hang out all day if you like”

“SURE”

I checked myself for my over-eagerness.

“I mean…that’ll be OK, I suppose.”

When we arrived at her house, we chucked all our stuff in the closet and made our way into the lounge.  I sat down on the couch and immediately flicked on the TV.  It was at least five minutes before I became aware that she hadn’t come down stairs yet.

“Becky, are you coming downstairs?”

I repeated myself, and then decided to go up to her room and find out what was taking so long.  I knocked on the door twice.

“Hang on a minute John, I’m just getting changed”

My dick started to harden at the thought of Becky being naked a few feet from where I was standing.  Temptation took over, and I knelt down to peak through the keyhole.  I crammed my eye up to it, only getting a view out of her window.  Suddenly…WHAM…she opened her bedroom door to find me kneeling down with my semi erect cock poking at my jeans.

“I..uh…uh..dropped something”

Quick as a flash I dropped onto my belly in an attempt to hide my over excited member.  Waiting a few seconds for my erection to subside, I got back up onto my feet and declared I couldn’t find it.

“Couldn’t find what?”

As I looked at her to reply, I was almost knocked off my feet when I realised what she was wearing.  She had on a tight, white, halter top which displayed her nipples delightfully, and dark red jeans that accentuated all her curves.  I stalled for a few more seconds to make up what I’d lost…

“Uh I dropped a coin, nevermind”

She looked at me strangely and walked past me to get to the stairs.  I moved back to allow her past, but not quite enough, so she had to brush her nipples against me chest. Up came my cock, and I could have sworn I heard her groan with pleasure.  I was planning on playing down my erection on the way down the stairs, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off that perfect ass in those tight jeans.  This resulted in me being on full power as we came into the sitting room.  I jumped into an armchair with high arm rests to conceal my throbbing penis.  She plopped herself down on the couch, and the patted the seat next to her and motioned for me to sit next to her.  This was make or break time.  She was definitly going to see the state I was in, and I couldn’t exactly tell her I didn’t want to sit next to her.  Maybe she wouldn’t notice it…My brain wanted her not to, but my ego did…

“John!!  Whats wrong with you!!”

Busted.

“Sorry”

I looked down at my feet like a little kid.

“Why are you so excited?  Where you masterbating outside my room earlier??”

“WWWhat?  No, No, No!! I wasn’t masterbating. Jeez. ”

“Oh. Well why have you got a hard on?”

“Uh..I’m sorry…I’m a bit over exciteable…and you’re so beautiful…I’m sorry…shall I go..?”

“You..you think I’m beautiful?” I smile had crept onto her face, and I breathed an unaudible a sigh of relief.

“Well..yeah…you…you’re stunning. Look at you…”

“Ah thanks John, I didn’t know you felt that way about me”

Its now or never I reasoned to myself.

“I have done for the last few years.  You’re beautiful. You’re my ideal girl Becky.”

She leant over and kissed me, our tongues intertwining.  We lingered there for about 5 minutes, and suddenly I realised she had her hand on my cock.  I was shocked and lapsed my tongue in her mouth.  She pulled away and looked confused.

“What’s the matter…don’t you want this?”

“Yeah, but do you?”

“Its all I’ve been thinking about since I saw you erect this morning”

“You…you saw me??”

Damn! I thought I’d got away with that one!

“Uhuh…”

She smiled and gently unzipped my jeans, exposing the head of my cock through my boxers.  It shivered as the colder air hit it.  She giggled and slowly lowered her mouth onto the head.  It felt so good I let out a loud moan.

“Like that do you?”

I replied with a look of pure lust.  She unbuttoned my jeans, and in one movement ripped down all my clothing, leaving my fully erect pecker wobbling with expectation. The head of it glistened as she lowered her mouth to it again.  She started to bob her warm juicy mouth up and down my shaft, playin wit my balls with her hands at the same time.  I knew I couldn’t hold on for much longer and I could feel a tightening in my shaft, she must have sensed this and pulled away at just the right moment.  Spurt after spurt of boiling hot spunk flew out of my dick all over her face. She lapped it up, wiping it off her face and into her mouth.

“Now its your turn…”

She looked puzzled then grinned at me as she lay back on the couch.  I took off my sweater and t-shirt so I was totally naked infront of her.  I was on all fours, looking at her awaiting crotch.  I crept slowly toward her, positioning my groin over hers.  I reached out and slid my fingers underneath her halter top, and gradually pulled it gently over her head.  To my utter surprise and delight I discovered she had no bra on.  I discarded her halter top, and cast me eyes upon her perfect breasts.  I had waited 3 years to see these in the flesh, and I wasn’t gonna pass this oppurtunity by.  I reached out and caressed them, pinching her nipples lightly.  I looked deep into her eyes, and she willed me to go on.

I put my mouth to her pink areolas and sucked for all I was worth.  She started to squirm due to the attention and I knew she was ready.  I slowly made my way down her stomach kissing it all the way till I got to her jeans.  I reached out for the zipper and released a fantastic aroma into the atmosphere.  She smelt amazing, and I couldn’t wait to get tucked into her juicy cunt.  I undid the button and slid her jeans over her thighs, down her legs and off.  All that remained between me and the holy grail was a pair of white, thin, soaked panties.  I ripped them off with my teeth and put them up to her face to sniff her own juices.  Her body quivered, and I let myself take in my first glances at Becky Shepard’s pussy.  I nearly passed out I was so happy.  It was absolutely perfect, and the smell was intoxicating. Being the first actual pussy I had seen, not counting magazines, it made it even better.

I savoured the moment, and then eased my face inbetween her thighs.  I brushed my nose and cheeks against the inner most part of her thighs.  Her legs began to twitch and I could resist the temptation no longer.  I slowly edged my tongue closer and closer to her bulging clit, and flicked it over the tip.  She shuddered and shouted out…

“Don’t stop John!! Lick it baby!!!!!”

I lowered my head and stuck my tongue inbetween her pussy lips, licking up and down the opening to her steaming vagina.  She was soaking wet, and she tasted great.  I couldn’t get enough of her juices, it was all over her pussy and I took time out to lap it all up. My tongue dived back into her pussy hole, and got trapped by her contracting pussy as it came over and over again.  She writhed about on the bed screaming in pleasure.  I directed my tongue back to her clit and sucked and licked it till she came twice more. My face and her thighs and pussy were completely covered in her cum, and it smelt and tasted fantastic.  I raised my head from between her legs and smiled lovingly at her.

“That was unbelievable John”

I was absolutely rock hard by now, and she could see it.

“Are you ready Beck?”

“I’m on the pill don’t worry about any protection”

“I’ll take that as a yes then”

Chuckling quietly, I prepared myself to lose my virginity. I realised she must be experienced as she was on the pill. Apprehensively, I moved my body inlign with hers, angling my cock to hover over her burning pussy.

“What are you waiting for???”

At that encouragement I rammed my cock up her steaming cunt. About half way up I felt some resistance.

“You..you’re a virgin?? Didn’t you have sex with Alex?”

“No, that’s why I was so upset earlier, he had a 7.5 inch cock and I never got the oppurtunity to ride it.”

“Oh, OK.  Well size doesn’t matter…does it??”

“Depends what you do with it John, I’m guessing yours is about 5 inches, am I right?”

Embarrassed I replied,

“Uh yeah”

“Carry on going John”

The feeling of her vagina around half of my cock was awesome, and I nearly came right there and then.  I lent forward and pushed with moderate force through her hymen, making her squeel slightly in the process.  I quickly put my thumb on her clit and started to rub it gently, and her squeels soon turned to groans of pleasure.  I looked deep into her eyes once again and kissed her passionately.  I drew back and started to fuck her, kissing her neck as I rode her.  We got a good rhythm going, and our bodies became one. I had to build up to this cum as she had just sucked me off. I was overcome by the smell of her sex, and it turned me on so much I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. She came virtually the same time as me, and we both groaned with pleasure in a sweaty tangle of bodies.

We woke up a couple of hours later with my spent cock still inside her.  I withdrew and cleaned myself up with a towel. She sat up and got dressed infront of me.  Our eyes met.

“Lets skip school every day…”

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It wasn’t a scabby horse, it was actually an Asian meal of spinach and potatoes, cooked in spices of course, with minced lamb also cooked in a very spicy sauce, half of which I’d gleaned from a recipe book and the other half from my own love of spicy foods.
(Not recommended as a prelude to seduction)
I’d worked in the kitchen at the institute and found that I actually enjoyed cooking and I still do to this day!
Mum looked a new woman, wrapped in a bathrobe she’d bought as one of her purchases from across the road and her cropped blonde hair still glistening wet from her bath, she looked confident, ready to rejoin the world again.
A large bottle of red wine helped diminish the effect of the garlic somewhat, but the greatest pleasure I got was from watching her demolish the meal like the proverbial condemned man at his final breakfast!
She sat back and smiled at me,
“Wow”
“Do I take it that Madam enjoyed her repast?”
“Oh yes” she laughed and drained her glass, “I think it’s fair to say I enjoyed that”
“You look like you did too” I smiled and took her hand in mine,
“What do you want to do now?”

She thought about it for a moment,
“Honest answer?”
“Honest answer mum, the pressure’s off, I told you, you’re home”
“Sleep”
“Go to bed then”
“I’ll sleep for hours, days even”
“So sleep for hours, days even, who’s counting?”
“We need to talk though don’t we?”
“Probably mum, yes, but it’s kept for four years, another day or so won’t hurt, go to bed”
I could see her eyelids drooping, she wasn’t just tired, she was exhausted, all the tensions, all the stress of being a convicted murderess had come out now that she was free, there was no parole to worry about, no licence, no probation officers entitled to knock on the door, her sentence had been four years and she’d served four years!
“Mum”
“Yes darling?”
“Go to bed”
She went and when I looked in ten minutes later, she was snoring like her life depended on it!
I dozed for a while myself, then went out the back and washed the old banger and when I got back upstairs I looked in again, the snoring had stopped but she still hadn’t moved, the bed sheet had though, it had slid down over her back and stopped just short of displaying the swellings of her buttocks.
Feeling slightly guilty, I pulled it back up over her shoulders and kissed her head tenderly before retreating back into the living room.
“Tommy?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you” and the snores began again!
“Wow mum, you look great”
I kissed the top of her head as she stood at the cooker frying bacon.
She had on a tee shirt and jeans, but the jeans fitted her like a glove, accentuating perfectly the curves of what one of my school friends had once called an angels arse!
“Thank you kind sir” she laughed, “I feel great too this morning too” and she turned round to give me a squeeze.
The tee shirt fitted pretty snugly too, in fact it seemed to fit very snugly, I felt the softness of her breasts against my naked chest as she hugged me.
“They didn’t have a bra I liked” she said shyly, “So if you don’t mind, I’ll take you up on your offer of a trip into town today, is that all right?”
“Of course it’s all right mum, have you got any money left?”
“Three hundred pounds” she turned back to the bacon, “I still can’t believe you gave me all that money Tommy”
Her voice cracked and I slipped both arms around her waist from behind,

“Don’t start bubbling again mum, I told you, every time I put some money in that envelope, I thought of what it would be like when I gave it to you”
Suddenly she pushed the frying pan to the back of the cooker and turned round into my arms,
“It was brilliant Tommy, absolutely brilliant” then she giggled, “But do you know what I did this morning as soon as I woke up?”
“What?”
“I checked to see if it was still there under my pillow”
“Aw mum”
“Silly isn’t it?”
“Habit mum, but you’ll get out of it ok, I’ll see to that”
“I know you will darling”
We sat opposite each other and ate our breakfasts in silence until I said,
“You’ve lost a lot of weight mum”
“Yes I know, the food was foul in there and the cook was a lesbian, if you didn’t share her bed, you got the slops”
“So you got the slops”
“Yes, God I’d have probably obliged her if she’d been pretty, but Jesus Tommy, it was the beard that put me off, she gave being ugly a bad name!”
When I’d finished laughing, I said,
“Well you can eat as much as you can manage here mum and you don’t have to sleep with the cook!”
“That wouldn’t be a hardship” she laughed, then added hurriedly, “Compared to her, you’re gorgeous”
“Thanks mum… I think”
“No, no, I meant well you’re not gorgeous at all, but compared to… I mean you are gorgeous darl…”
“Mum?” She was turning a lovely shade of red.
“What?”
“Finish your breakfast”
“Yes sir” but it was difficult for both of us to eat, we were laughing so much!
“Hey you’ve got a garden!”
“Yeah, didn’t you notice it yesterday?”
“I didn’t notice much at all yesterday Tommy, I think I was in a bit of a daze, can I have a look round it?
I raised my eyebrows at her and she said,
“Sorry, I’m going to have a look round it”
“It’s not really mine mum, it belongs to Mr Patel in the shop, but he says I can use it and he even buys the vegetables off me, look”
I showed her the little beetroot patch, the onions and the mass of tomato plants held upright by thin canes embedded in their pots, beautiful red tomatoes hanging off every limb.
“Look down here mum” I took her hand and led her to the bottom of the garden,
“Potatoes, you ate some of those yesterday”
I heard her catch a breath and looked round at her, she was crying again!
“Mum what’s wrong?”
But she shook her head and wrapped her arms round me again until she’d stopped sobbing,
She lifted her head up as I gave her a handkerchief,
“I’m sorry darling, it’s just that it’s, it’s, well it’s just beautiful”
I grinned self consciously, “It’s just a garden mum” but secretly I was pleased at her reaction, I’d sometimes had to go into the garden at the institute for the vegetables and I’d marvelled at how they all grew from little tiny seeds and since getting Mr Patel’s permission to use this garden, I’d spent every spare minute in it, digging, weeding, hoeing and planting, I loved it!
“No Tommy it’s anything but, just a garden, it’s really beautiful”
Then she squealed with delight when she saw my little barbecue,
“Oh wow, a Barbie”
Trying not to swell up too much, I told her how I’d built it with bricks I’d “borrowed” from a building site down the road and a grill I’d taken out of an old cooker I’d found dumped by the roadside. Any one could tell it was a homemade affair, but nevertheless I was proud of it.
“This is my little kingdom mum” I said quietly, “I used to come down here at night with a few cans of beer and just think about you in there and wonder what it’d be like when you came home”
“Tommy”
“Shall we have a Barbie tonight?”
Clapping her hands like a little kid, she laughed happily and damn near squeezed me to death
“I’d love that Tommy, I’d really love that”
“Look down here mum” I pointed to a row of eight trees laden with what looked like small dark plums,
“Damsons” she said knowledgeably,
“Yeah and a guy at the wholesale fruit market says he’ll give me thirty pence a pound for them”
“There are tons of them” she laughed, “Hey I’ve not climbed a tree in years”
“Well they’ll have to be picked very soon, fancy having a go tomorrow?”

“Try and stop me darling” she laughed and held my hand as we walked to the car.
Four years of frustrations, of fear and of regimentation left her that day as we went from shop to shop in search of God knows what, many times I felt myself reddening when she came out of a changing booth to ask my opinion on a dress, a blouse or a skirt and twirled around in front of me, giggling at my obvious discomfort.
“Oh look Tommy, that’s a lovely bra isn’t it?”
“Bloody hell mum, do you mind?”
“This isn’t too short is it Tommy?”
“Perfect mum” I muttered and pretended not to look at her lovely thighs as the skirt flared up almost indecently.
“Wow aren’t these knickers gorgeous Tommy?”
“Yes mum”
“Does my bum look big in this Tommy”
“No mum”
“Are you getting bored Tommy?”
“Yes mum” but in truth I was enjoying every minute of it as she posed and postured, twirled and giggled and generally drove a succession of shop girls slightly mad!
At last she announced that she’d finished and with a sigh of relief, (not to mention two feet that were moaning at me) we headed back to the car.
Suddenly she stopped outside a pub and she said,
“I’ve forgotten something darling, why don’t you nip in there while I go back, I won’t be long?”
“‘S ok, I’ll come with you mum”
“Ah well, women’s things you know”
“Oh right ok then, I’ll see you in a minute”
The dreaded women’s things!
She was about half an hour and I was on my second pint when she breezed in through the door looking like the cat who’d just caught and ate the canary
“What do you want to drink mum?”
“Half of lager, please”
“Ok”
“Do you mind if I get it darling? It’s just something I want to do”
I understood and said so,
“Here, this is for you” and she handed me a tiny package before practically running to the bar.
“Bloody hell!” I couldn’t help it as I unwrapped the heavy gold bracelet, I’m far from being an expert on anything, never mind gold, but this wasn’t the cheap nine carat stuff, this was the real thing!
I was still staring at it when she sat down with her drink and squeezed my hand,
“We get a small wage inside Tommy, not much, but I did a bit of wheeling and dealing with tobacco I bought with mine and I came out with a little bit, not a lot, but enough to be able to say thank you to you”
“It’s beautiful mum, I’ve never had anything like this before, I can’t…”
“Yes you can and you will, I’ve never had anything as beautiful as the welcome home you gave me yesterday and this is my little thank you”
I didn’t trust myself to speak,
“I’ve had it engraved on the back” she said softly and a limp appeared in my throat as I read it, only two little word, every day words that are often said without any real meaning, but to me they meant (and said) absolutely everything.
The words were “Thank you”

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“How did you like my class today?” I asked Tony.

“Fine,” he responded shyly.  I love it when they’re shy. My college U.S. History classes are anything but “fine.”

I had asked him to come to my office after class because I’d been noticing that he’d been lusting for me all semester.  It had gone on long enough.  The semester was almost over.  I figured I might as well get something out of it.  Why not?  Hey, I’m the person in the position of authority.  Why couldn’t I get a good, cheap fuck if I wanted one?  And to think what a hard-on he’ll get after finding out he received an A in this class knowing full well he didn’t deserve a C-.

To give me the biggest rush possible, I sat right in front of him with my skirted knees touching his.  Leaning forward I asked him, “So, Tony, do you like me?”

His entire being froze.  Some powerful, invisible force locked tight every muscle in his body including those of his eyes and mouth.  What in the world had he been fantasizing about me all this time that got him this pent up?

Smiling, I reached forward and slid my hand up the inside of his paralyzed thigh and lightly gripped his dick through his pants.  I returned my hand to my lap.

He was still wonderfully, deliciously frozen.

Still smiling, I lifted my skirt enough for him to view my fingers sliding beneath my panties and up and down his slutty teacher’s slit.

To the lust-filled student I matter-of-factly asked,

“Want me?”

Fully locked, he didn’t flinch.

I knew I had him where I wanted him.  My cunt at that moment flowed hot syrup for him.  My smile must have looked more wicked than any he’d ever imagined.

Then for my greatest possible buzz I said “I’ll give you 2 seconds to decide.”

I uttered a soft “One.”

At that instant, in an instantaneous explosive release of pent up, crazed months-long obsession, he leaped forward, tackling me. We both crashed to the floor behind me.  In an uncontrolled blur of imminent intense sexual release he whipped open his pants and ripped down my panties to my ankles, catching them on my feet and giving up on them there. In willing, perfect sync I yanked down his pants. Our heavy panting erupting together, our hands whipping up and down each other’s bodies, he just moved over me and my willing knees opened wide in a sudden jerk, inviting his immediate fuck.

We paused for only an instant, both ready, his body clamped down by mine, his face just above me with his steal-hard shaft cocked at my hungry opening.

With fiery eyes locked to his, and filled with pure boldness, I wickedly whispered,

“Fuck her.”

With that admonition, in one solid jerk he drove it in all the way: hard, straight.  His mound collided with mine giving my entire body a jerk. He continued ever harder with deep, piercing, burning, unrelenting fucking thrust after thrust after thrust after thrust.  Our eyes remained locked and piercing.  Our lips stayed tightly closed with determination.  Our hot, short breaths in time with each full drive of his lusting dick as he fucked his teacher he’s been lusting for so long.

Thrust after thrust after thrust, growing only harder and longer. His thighs slapped unforgiving against mine, his jerks so hard his knees knocked against the short, commercial carpet.  There was no intention at all of slowing down until his full load shot up through the inside of my body and out my slutty lips.

He fucked long and hard, biting his lower lips fucking with ever increasing determination.

My tightening cunt all but burned the walls of his drilling, carbine cock.

Finally I felt him within me reaching that final stage, just before a man finishes, when his cock feels more like a steal bat than the dildo a young, horny girl first discovers in the back of her mother’s chest of drawers.

My eyes opened wider as my legs and arms clamped ever more tightly around him, until, and while almost squeezing his breath entirely from him his body, he shot his first hot gush, followed by wad after wad after wad of thick male pulsing cumm deep into his teacher’s pussy.

Wad after wad after wad kept jamming into me.  My fingers felt his neck and back tensing ever tighter with every spasmic jerk.

My nails gouged into his tight buns approvingly as he fully emptied into his object of desire.

Wanting all from him my gripping fingers dug deep into his ass, pulling him harder against his sexual idol and encouraging as many thrusts as he can manage.

He finally slowed to a stop.  My biting nails released their prized, hot flesh.

With boyish innocence, and with his long meat deep inside his teacher’s cunt, both motionless except for uncontrollable, periodic contractions, he managed a slight, brief shy grin. Staring at me he looked as if he were a 12-year-old boy struggling to build enough courage to kiss a girl for the first time.

I smiled meekly back at first, then slightly puzzled, we both acting like young teenagers about to discover what a kiss is.

With his delicious meat still wedged deep in my fucked pussy, and with a pure shyness of a young boy he hesitantly lowered his head to give me a peck on my lips.

I suddenly realized it.  He’d never kissed a girl before.  And twenty minutes before this moment he was a virgin.

With a broad, beaming congratulatory smile I placed my hands behind his head to lower it to my returning kiss. This one much longer, quieter. His third kiss came on his own, then his forth, then his fifth.

Finally, still planted within his first girl, she slipped her tongue in his mouth.  In response his cock began to harden again within her.  Our mouths melted together and we necked until his hips could no longer hold still. Grinding my hips against him in invitation I again began to feel the thrusts that would lead to his second pumping rapture within her, and his first cumming cunt around his hot, fucking dick.

Even though he was 22-years-old, I went from a 30-year-old woman to a 13-year-old girl that afternoon.

And every afternoon thereafter until the semester ended.

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She looked gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.
The figure hugging wedding gown clung seductively to her body almost like a second skin, just two barely noticeable swellings around the top of her thighs that marked the top of her hold up stockings, marred the otherwise perfect lines of the expensive silk dress.
She smiled at me and held my gaze, her eyes full of promise as I looked at the swellings of her firm, creamy breasts bulging out from the tight clinging bodice,
“I’ll see you in the morning darling” she breathed and squeezed my hand tenderly.
“‘Night mum” I said softly and watched as she took her new husband’s arm and helped the frail old man up to their suite.
At the top of the stairs they paused whilst he took a breath and she turned to look at me, I had a lump in my throat and turned away, heading for the bar.
Two drinks were enough, I couldn’t bear to be with people, happy, laughing people while she was up there with him, undressing for him, letting him see her glorious body, her still firm breasts with their rose tipped nipples, her beautiful, hairless mound above the soft delicate lips of her cunt.
I imagined him slobbering as he watched her sliding the sexy little panties down over her thighs, reaching for her with his claw like hands, slobbering over her as she offered a nipple to his thin, dry lips.
A picture of her squatting over his shrivelled up little penis, lubricating it with her juices flashed into my brain and I shuddered, revulsion rose inside me as I thought of his watery seed trickling weakly into her body and I retched as I had a picture of her shuddering into an orgasm!
I spent what seemed like the longest night of my life in a bed huge enough for four people and lay awake for most of it remembering the things we’d done together since we became lovers, just over a year ago.

She’d been thin, painfully thin as she walked out through the Judas door set into the huge oak doors of the prison and she’d have walked straight past me if I hadn’t stepped out of the car and blocked her way

“Mum” I said softly, but she looked at me as if I was a stranger,

“Mum” I repeated, it’s me Tommy, “I’ve come to take you home with me.”
“Hello Tommy” she said and walked round the car to the passenger side.
“You didn’t come to see me” were the only words she spoke during the hour long drive to my flat.
“They wouldn’t let you have visitors mum” I said, but her eyes didn’t even flicker, “Every time I came here, they said you’d been fighting again and your visits were stopped as a punishment.”
She nodded as if in agreement, but remained silent.
“This is nice” she stood in the doorway of the flat and looked round, it wasn’t nice at all, it was cramped and grubby, but it was all I could afford out of my wages as a warehouse man.
“No it’s not mum” I said and reached to take the shabby coat off her shoulders
“That’s mine” she said and gripped it tightly.
“I know it’s yours mum, it’ll always be yours, I’m going to hang it up on the peg, look.”
She watched where I’d put it, just like I’d watched where my possessions were, during the two years I’d spent in the young offender’s institute. An apple had been fought over once and a youth stabbed to death for stealing it.
Tobacco was more precious than gold in there, you could spend tobacco.
“Do you want a cigarette mum? I’ve bought some of your brand.”
“Thank you.”
She lit the filter tipped cigarette, (probably the first custom made cigarette she’d had in four years) took two long pulls on it, then pinched it out expertly and handed it back to me.
“It’s yours mum, so are these look, I’ve bought you two hundred, they’re all for you.”
She looked at me in amazement and her lip began to tremble,
“Don’t cry mum” I said quietly, “You’re free now, you’ve done your time, it’s over darling, you’re home.”
But she cried, she sat in the big overstuffed armchair and sobbed like a baby, her shoulders shook and the tears ran freely down over her protruding cheekbones.
All I could do was to sit with her and put an arm round her shoulders, while great racking sobs tore through her. It took about half an hour before she stopped, but it was a different woman who looked at me and smiled sheepishly,
“I’m sorry Tommy” she said, “But…”
“But nothing mum, I expected it, do you think I didn’t cry when I got out?
I squatted down in front of her and took her face between my hands,
“Until you can get on your feet mum, this is home, it’s not much, but it’s ours, it’s clean and the rent’s up to date, welcome home mum!”
She hugged me tightly and cried again, but thankfully only for a few moments,
“Not much? Tommy it’s a palace, thank you darling.”
I showed her the bedroom and apologised for having to share a room,
“But at least there’s twin beds” I laughed and squeezed her hand, I thought she was going to cry when I showed her the bathroom, she stood and stared at the gleaming tiles, the whole bar of scented soap, the toothpaste, the bubble bath, the fluffy big towels on the heated rail.
“Can I have a bath Tommy?”
“Shall we try that again mum please?” I laughed and could have cried for her when she said with bowed head,
“Can I have a bath PLEASE?”
“Oh God mum, I’m sorry” I hugged her again, “You were supposed to say, “I’m having a bath,” not ask me if you can have one!”
To my great relief she managed a smile and said,
“Tommy, I’m having a bath.”
“Say it again mum, firmer, tell me.”
In the haughtiest voice she could muster, she drew herself up to her full height of just over five feet and announced grandly,
“Thomas, I intend to bathe now” and this time our tears were of happiness.
“Ah, before you do mum, I’ve got something for you and you’re not allowed to say no, promise me you won’t refuse.”
“What is it first, you’ll have to tell me.”
“No mum, just say yes.”
“All right then yes.”
Right then come here,
I took her by the hand and led her to the window, see those shops there across the road?”
“Yes.”
“See the ladies outfitters next to the off licence?”
“Yes.”
“Well it’s not haute couture but it’s not too bad either, take this and use it.”
I handed her a bulky envelope and got exactly the reaction I knew I would.
“No.”
“You promised mum.”
“No Tommy, I’m not taking it.”
“Listen mum, the week after I got out, I landed a job in a warehouse, it’s not rocket science but it pays a decent wage, it’s paid for this flat and everything in it, it’s all mine, ours sorry, it’s paid for that old heap out the back, that I picked you up in this morning and every week I’ve put a little bit in the bank and a little bit in that envelope, for no other reason than to give it to you on the day you came out, don’t spoil it for me mum, it’s a big day for me too you know!”
For a full minute she stood and counted the money,
“Tommy there’s five hundred ponds in here!”
“Five hundred and five mum” I corrected her and I saw the tears in her eyes again,
“There’s a thousand and ninety five in the bank too mum, I’m taking two weeks paid holiday from yesterday so I can get to know my mother again.”
“Oh Tommy” she said simply, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Thanks will do just fine mum” I laughed and kissed her cheek, “Now go and spend.”
Her face lit up like a kid’s in a sweet shop, then she said seriously,
“I won’t spend all of it though.”
“No probs mum, we’ll just go into town tomorrow and stay there until you’ve got all the clothes you need.”
I watched from the window as she scurried across the road, clutching the envelope tightly in her hand and I thought of the old saying that went something like, “It’s better to give than to receive.”
I don’t know who said it, but they were bloody right, I felt like a king!
An hour later she knocked on the door of the flat and again I cursed myself,
“I forgot to give you, your key mum.”
But she brushed it off with a grin and proceeded to show me every single item she’d bought, even down to lacy bits of nothing that are so important to women everywhere.
“Tommy I never had these many clothes when your father…”
A silence followed for a moment, which I broke by saying with a laugh,
“Your bath awaits you ma’am.”
“This is what I’ve been looking forward to for four years” she said softly,
“This and a bloody good drink.”
“Well I hope you’re hungry because lunch will be ready in an hour, will that be long enough for you to soak?”
“It’ll have to be, because I could eat a scabby horse” she laughed.
“It’s funny you should say that mum!” and we laughed together, for the first time in over four long years!
- To Be Continued… -

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I am in bed and I am alone.  I am sleeping restlessly, dreaming of some imagined erotic encounter with you.  A slight grin brightens my sleeping face, while my fingers play between my legs.  I’m wet and I want you.  With the covers tucked up under my chin, my mind wanders into a place where we are naked, kissing, sucking, and pleasing each other.

I can sense a presence in the room with me.  Not a threatening presence but a strong, masculine energy.  It wakes me from my slumber.  I slowly open my eyes to find you sitting by my bedside, watching me sleep.  Have I been talking in my sleep?  Moaning, perhaps?  Your grin leads me to believe I have done both.

“Sleep well?” you ask, leaning toward me.

“I was dreaming…about you,” I reply honestly.

Pulling one arm out from under my covers, I lean toward you, our noses just inches apart.  You notice my bare shoulder and realize that I am naked under my covers, something you hadn’t really considered before.  The blanket sags, dropping just enough for you to glimpse a small, pink nipple.  Your eyes no longer meet mine but that’s all right. You’re looking exactly where I want you to be looking.  I want you to want me more than you’ve ever wanted any woman before.  I want you to need me, my body.  I want you to take it. Without asking, without pleasantries, without hesitation.  I want you to rock my world.

Judging by the bulge in your trousers, I know I can count on you to fulfill that request.

Extending my hand to you, I say, “Give me your hand.”

Taking your eyes off my hardening nipple, you put your hand in mine.  I slowly pull that strong hand under my covers and place it on my left breast. I have large breasts and you hand doesn’t cover the entire surface.  My nipple pokes into your palm.  You slowly but firmly slide your hand back and forth over it, tightening your fingers around my flesh.

I lay back on my pillow and watch you.  Your eyes are glued to the blanket, watching your hand move beneath.  You are such a handsome and sexy man, tall and strong.  But at this very moment, you have a look of awe on your face, like a child in a candy store.  It makes me want you even more to know that my body can affect you like that.  You look back up at my face as though you are asking permission to go further.  I close my eyes, leaving that option to you.

Within seconds, I feel your other hand under the blanket, on my stomach, then on my hip, softly tracing my womanly curves.  All the way down, gliding your rough palm against my smooth leg.  I take a breath as your fingers start their ascent.  I roll onto my back, ready for your next move.

I’ve never met anyone like you before.  You make me feel so sexy, so alive. Every nerve ending is buzzing with excitement and every touch from you sends jolts of electricity through my body.  You aroused me in my sleep and you arouse me now.  I can’t believe that I’ve waited this long for you to touch me this way.  It seemed like forever. But, now you’re here and I never want you to leave my bed again.  You could become my sex slave, pleasing me whenever I demanded it.  Would you mind that, darling?

Before I have a chance to complete the thought, your right hand is swiftly moving up my inner thigh.  I can feel my pussy react to your closeness. Anticipating your sensual touch, I can feel it getting wetter.  Your fingers glide softly over my lips, making me gasp for breath.  I spread my legs, gladly allowing you access to my most intimate area. But you are a tease. Your fingers continue their light touches.

I try moving my hips to bring you into contact but you anticipate my moves. You just grin, loving my torture.

I whisper your name.  It’s all I can do to get you touch me.

- The End –

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Alyson and Matt walked hand in hand down the stairs to the main floor. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her luscious, perky tits as they made their way down the staircase to the kitchen.  They bounced slightly and the sight caused his dick to twitch, despite the blow job Lisa had just given him.  Alyson felt his eyes and turned to look at him.
“See something you like?,” she asked.  Her lips weren’t smiling, but her eyes sparkled playfully.  Matt grinned sheepishly.
They arrived in the kitchen and he turned her to face him.  “Sorry, honey. You look so damn sexy I couldn’t help myself!,” he replied, caressing her cheek.
Alyson looked into his warm eyes.  She had been having a hard time trusting him, any man for that matter, since their last night at Jackie’s.   But something about him told her that she could trust this man and she found herself falling for him a little more each day. After last night, she thought maybe she was ready for the next step. She closed her eyes and nuzzled his hand.
“You really are beautiful,” he whispered.  He placed his free hand on her other cheek and moved his face close to hers.  He kissed her softly and she returned the kiss willingly.  When she felt his tongue touch her lips, she immediately opened her mouth and sucked it inside, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her small body tight to his.  She could feel his awakening cock pressing into her thigh and began kissing him with more passion, abandoning all inhibitions as she savored his warm lips. They pulled their lips apart and Matt kissed her trembling neck, sending shivers down her spine.
She brought her lips to his ear and nibbled on his earlobe for a few seconds before whispering softly into his ear. “Make love to me, Matt.” He pulled back and looked into her soft, brilliant green eyes.
“Are you sure?,” he asked, a curious mix of concern and desire showing on his face and in his voice.  Alyson looked up into his deep blue eyes, a shade darker than Jen’s, she noted, and nodded.
“Yes.  I trust you and . . .I love you,” she said, the last words a low whisper.
Matt pulled her to him, their eyes only inches apart.  She could feel his warm breath on her face.  “I love you, too, Alyson.  And it would make me very happy to make love to you.”

Alyson blushed.  “Really?”   She glanced toward the stairs.  “You still want me with Lisa and Jen to . . .”  He put a finger to her lips, stopping her mid sentence.
“Yes.  I love you, and them, too.”  He smiled at her.  “Lisa feels the same way.  And it doesn’t take a genius to see how you and Jen feel about each other.”  She blushed again and lowered her head.  While they had made no secret of their love, she and Jen had tried to keep their feelings low key.  Matt continued.  “So what’s the problem?  We all live here together in a perfectly weird, but wonderful loving relationship.  We can be with whoever we want, or all together.  No rules.”  He put a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to his. “Does that sound ok to you?”  Alyson nodded and pulled his hand under chin to her lips and kissed it, then lowered it to her breast, pressing it tight.  All the while, her eyes never left his.
Matt caressed the soft smooth skin then let his fingers brush lightly across her erect nipple.  She sighed and pressed his hand tighter to her tit, squeezing it. She tilted her head back and Matt kissed along her neck and down to her firm, round breasts.  He kissed them for a moment, then started gently sucking and nibbling on her hard nipples. Alyson held his head in place, moaning softly as he first teased one nipple, then moved over to the other one.  She could feel her pussy getting wet and the smell of her sex soon reached both of their noses.
Matt halted his sucking and picked her up, cradling her small body in his strong arms.  They kissed passionately as he carried her into the living room and set her down carefully on the large couch.  She looked up into his eyes and saw only love and desire, the same feelings she herself was experiencing.  He kissed her again, then knelt on the floor in front of her.  She leaned back on the couch as he pushed her legs wide open, breathing in deeply as the full scent of her aroused pussy filled his nostrils.  He rose up and once again began kissing her tits, leaving a trail of kisses across her flat stomach to her smooth, hairless pussy.
He licked all around her slit, causing her to suck in her breath in anticipation of feeling his tongue in her waiting pussy.  But he denied her that pleasure, instead only kissing around it and moving down to her inner thighs.
Alyson was becoming anxious and a little frustrated.  She wanted, no needed, him to lick her pussy! She moaned and raised her hips in an attempt to attract him back to her hot, dewy lips.  Matt slowly kissed along her thighs back up to her crack, then slipped his hands under her buttocks and raised her up, fully exposing her inflamed pussy and under it, her tiny puckered asshole.
“Please . . .!,” she pleaded.  “Lick me!”  He blew gently across her swollen lips, already glistening with her juices.  She gasped at the feel of his breath on her sensitive lips and pushed upward, trying to push her pussy to his lips.  “Matt, please!  Stop teasing me!”
He smiled up at her and stuck out his tongue.  Beginning at the small fleshy spot between her pussy and asshole, he ran his tongue slowly along the length of her slit up to her erect clit.  Alyson gasped and squirmed in ecstacy, but he didn’t do it again as she had expected. She opened her eyes and looked down at him.  “Please! Don’t stop!,” she pleaded.  He grinned and lowered his face again.  This time, he started at her tiny rosebud, causing her to gasp in surprised pleasure. Lisa was right!  It felt wonderful!  He continued in this pattern, Alyson squirming and writhing under him.  Every time his tongue touched her there, it sent a jolt of electricity through her body.
“Oh, yes!  That feels so good!,” she cried.  Matt gave her a few more licks then looked up at her.
“That’s one of your most sensitive g-spots, or at least it is with most people.”
She grinned at him.  “I believe you!  Please don’t stop!”  Her eyes were wild with lust.  Matt lowered his head again and went back to work, paying special attention to her newly discovered g-spot. He began alternating between her asshole and her clit and Alyson cried out.
“Oh, yes!  Right there!  I’m gonna cum!!  Don’t stop!! Please don’t stop!!”  Her voice trailed off into a low wail as Matt felt her vagina contract and then push outward, her labia expanding as if she were trying to expel something from her womb.
“Oh, yes!  Yes!  Yes!! Uhn!  Uhn!  Uhn!”  Matt continued to lick while she came over and over, her body jerking and convulsing so much that he had a hard time keeping his tongue in place.  After a moment, he sensed she had had enough and released her tortured pussy, watching her face as her orgasm eased and finally ceased.  He sat down next to her and they embraced for a long moment.
Alyson whispered into his ear. “I need you inside me . . .now!”  They pulled apart and he rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs.  His huge cock hung just over her excited vagina.  He looked down into her beautiful face, searching her hypnotizing eyes for any hint of doubt. Again, all he saw was love and desire. No fear.  She pulled his face to hers and kissed him, tasting her own cum on his lips.
“Fuck me, lover!  Please!,” she begged.  Matt positioned his cock at her opening and pushed gently, not wanting to hurt her.  But Alyson knew exactly what she wanted.  As he slowly increased the pressure, she felt herself opening up to accept his massive tool and she forced her hips upward, pushing nearly half of his long tool inside her in one push.  She gasped in pleasure and Matt looked down at her, surprised by her aggressiveness.
“You really do want this, don’t you?,” he said, a small grin on his face.
“Uh-huh,” she replied breathlessly.  “Don’t stop.  I want all of you!” She began pushing again and Matt complied by pushing the rest of his cock into her tight pussy, with only slight difficulty.
Alyson bit her lower lip and moaned as the big tool slid deep into her tight cunt.  When she felt his pelvis touch hers, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.  “Mmmm . . . you feel wonderful, baby!,” she said, her eyes sparkling.
Matt smiled back at her. Her tight vagina was gripping his cock firmly and took a lot of concentration not to blow his load right then and there. If not for Lisa’s blow job, he doubted he could have lasted this long.  Alyson pulled him to her, kissed him hungrily, the pushed him back.  “Now fuck me!  I want to cum with your hard cock inside me!” Matt began to pump in and out of her hot little pussy.  Alyson locked her eyes on his.  Something about her was different.  Gone was the shy, quiet little girl he had gotten to know over the past weeks, to be replaced by a wild, sex hungry vixen!  She matched his thrusts stroke for stroke, digging her fingernails into his back.  Every few minutes she’d pause her grunting and moaning to say something like, “Yes!  Fuck me!”.  She was really getting into it, as if she was releasing years of pent up sexual frustration.  She was quite obviously enjoying herself immensely, as was he.
She began breathing faster and wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him to her.  “Oh, yeah, baby!  I’m getting close!!  Faster!!” Matt picked up the pace until he was hammering in and out of her wet snatch, their sweaty bodies meeting and their fluids mixing with a wet, squishing sound.
“Oh, yes!!,” Alyson cried, then screamed in total ecstacy as her body exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm.  Matt felt her vaginal muscles clamp down even harder on his cock, making it impossible for him to move.  It was even harder for him to control his orgasm and he groaned loudly as he felt the cum rise in his balls and shoot into Alyson’s spasming pussy in one long, drawn out stream.  After what seemed like a long time, he finally stopped and collapsed into Alyson’s waiting arms. They lay there for several minutes, trying to catch their breath while their bodies buzzed from their mutually intense orgasms.
Alyson began to rub his back and he opened his eyes, lifting his body from hers.  They smiled at each other and kissed.  His cock was still buried in her wet pussy and he could feel their mixed juices running out and down her slit to the couch.
“Baby,” he said, “that was unbelievable!”
Alyson kissed his neck.  “Trust me, it was my pleasure!”  She raised her head and gazed into his eyes.  “I love you, Matt.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.  “And I love you, Alyson.”  Just then, someone cleared their throat over by the kitchen. Matt and Alyson both turned to see Lisa and Jen standing there with smug grins on their faces.
“So that’s why breakfast isn’t ready!,” Lisa exclaimed.  She was trying to look serious, but Jen started to giggle and she lost it.  She began to snicker, then broke down laughing at the sight of them entwined on the couch.  Matt grinned at Alyson, who playfully pushed him off of her.  He stood up, his deflating cock sipping from her sloppy pussy. Cum mixed with pussy juices spilled from Alyson’s vagina and a long string of it connected the end of Matt’s dick to her labia.  Lisa brought them a box of tissues and they quickly cleaned themselves up.
Jen sat down next to her friend and hugged her.  “So?”
Alyson just looked at her.  “So . . . what?,” she asked, knowing perfectly well what Jen was asking about.
Jen slapped her arm gently.  “So, how was it?” She looked up at Matt, who had his arm around Lisa as they both watched Alyson, waiting for her reply.
“Oh!  That!,” Alyson said with a grin. She winked at Matt and shrugged.  “It was ok, I guess.”
Jen stared at her for a few seconds, then looked up at Matt, who was trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. She looked back at Alyson, who was grinning at her.  “Why, you . . .!,” Jen began, then slapped her arm again. “Tell me!”
Alyson and Matt laughed, then Alyson said, “It was incredible! Matt is one great lover!”
Matt stuck his chest out with a grin and Lisa rolled her eyes. “Oh, geez!  Did you have to say that in front of him?  Now we’ll never hear the end of it!”  This time everyone laughed.  Matt pretended to look hurt for a second, but he soon joined in on the joke.

Lisa took Matt’s hand and pulled him toward the kitchen.  She beckoned for the girls to come too.  “Come on, I’m starving.  Let’s get breakfast started.  We can play some more later!”  They all followed her into the kitchen, talking and laughing.  Their new lives had begun.

Epilogue: Four years later.

Alyson steered the black Mercedes convertible through the night.  Jen sat next to her in the passenger seat of the luxury sports car, but neither spoke. They were both too caught up in their own thoughts. She turned onto a once familiar street, and drove slowly along it. There had been a few changes in the last four years, but she still recognized the neighborhood.
Alyson and Jen had been living happily, although somewhat restrictive, lives with Lisa and Matt.  In fact, they still were.  Because of the fear that Jackie would harm their families, they hadn’t had any contact with them other than the odd, short phone call to let them know they were ok.  Matt used his many contacts to arrange for new ID’s for Jen and Alyson, so they were able to get drivers’ licenses, social security numbers, and credit cards, which Matt paid for.
But Matt had come home to their secluded home with some important news last night.  Jackie’s operation had been raided by police.  Acting on a tip, police staked out her mansion, then moved in a week later.  She was being held without bail, along with Andrea, John, and anyone else that had been there.  The charges were extensive: kidnaping, rape, torture, and trafficking in human slavery, to name a few.  She and her cronies were going to be spending a long time behind bars.
After Jen and Alyson had retired to their bed, they spent half the night talking about whether they should testify against Jackie.  They had already decided to go home, but only to visit.  Their home was with Lisa and Matt now, and that wasn’t going to change.  They made love and fell asleep, deciding to talk it over with Matt and Lisa in the morning.
The next morning, the four of them watched the breaking story of Jackie’s arrest on the news  and decided that their testimony wasn’t going to be necessary. And besides, Jen pointed out, it would be difficult to keep Matt and Lisa’s names out of it if they did go to the police with their story.
After breakfast, they packed a few things and Matt loaded them into the trunk of their car.  He and Lisa had offered to come with them, but the girls declined their offer.
“We have a lot of things to explain,” Alyson had said. “I think it would be best if we went alone this time.”
Lisa held her hands and hugged her warmly.  Now twenty, Alyson had turned into a beautiful young woman.  Her hair was a little longer than it had been when they first met up with their new lovers, and she no longer added the blonde highlights.  While she had been a little envious of Jen’s more popular looks at sixteen, she was now easily getting as many stares as Jen did, if not more.  More importantly, throughout her years with Matt, Lisa, and of course, Jen, she had exhibited no more symptoms of mental stress from her brutal rape.
That’s not to say that Jen hadn’t blossomed as well.  She was still very beautiful, and with her long, wavy blonde hair flowing around her shoulders and halfway down her back, she could rival any runway model or starlet anywhere in the world.  Both girls had grown a little taller and their bodies were lean and well toned. They could often be found sunbathing in very skimpy bikinis, or more often than not, completely nude around the pool.
Matt closed the trunk of the sleek black car and kissed each of them. Lisa did as well, giving them each an extra hug.  “Please drive carefully,” she said.  “And don’t forget to come back home.”  Lisa was sick with fear that they wouldn’t come back to their happy home.
Jen kissed her.  “Please,  Lisa, stop worrying!  We couldn’t stand to be apart from you any more than you can!  We will come home, I promise!”
Alyson kissed her as Jen climbed into the passenger seat.  “Me, too, honey. We’ll be back in a few days.  Don’t worry.  I love you.”  She blew a kiss to Matt and he stood holding Lisa while they pulled away and disappeared down the long driveway.
Lisa wiped a tear from her cheek.  “Do you think they mean it? Will we ever see them again?”  Matt  squeezed her shoulders.

“Of course we will.  You heard Alyson. This is their home and they love us!  They’ll be back.”  He sounded confident, but he too was a little concerned.  They were going to see their parents who they’d been stolen from four long years ago.  He led her inside, still holding her.

Alyson and Jen were getting close to their former homes.  Both were nervous, unsure of the reaction they’d get when they told their parents that they weren’t staying.  Alyson pulled to the curb in front of Jen’s parent’s small bungalow, killed the lights and turned off the engine. Both sat staring silently at the modest home.  They could see lights in the kitchen and family room and the flicker of a TV through a crack in the blinds.  A light burned invitingly over the front door.
“Do you want me to wait?  Or come in with you?,” Alyson asked. They had already decided to each do their visits separately, but Jen seemed reluctant to go in so Alyson thought she would offer.  Jen turned to her and took a deep breath, then shook her head.
“No.  Thanks, but this is something I need to do alone.  I just didn’t think it would be this hard!”  She looked again at the house, then opened her door and stepped out.  Alyson popped the trunk and got out as well.  She helped Jen collect her bags from the trunk, then gave her a hug and a quick kiss.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to at least wait until you’re inside?,” Alyson asked.  Jen shook her head.
“You don’t have to.  I know they’re home . . .”  She looked at the house again.  “And I’m pretty sure they’ll let me in!” Alyson returned her smile and kissed her again.
“Ok, then.  Call me if you need me . . . for anything.”  She got back into the car and started the engine while she watched Jen walk slowly up to the front door.  When she reached it, she set her bags down and turned to wave at Alyson.  Alyson waved, put the car in gear and pulled away.
Alyson watched in the mirror as Jen reached out and pressed the doorbell, but she was out of sight before she saw if anyone opened the door.  She made a right turn onto her old street and drove slowly past her mother’s house.  There was a light on in the living room, where she knew her mother would be in front of the TV watching the late news before going to bed.  She drove to the end of the cul-de-sac and turned around.  This time she pulled the expensive luxury convertible into the driveway behind her mother’s now tired looking Hyundai, the same one that they’d had for two years before she was kidnaped. As she turned off the headlights and cut the engine, she saw the curtain in the living room window pull back, then fall back into place.  She sighed. There was no going back now.  She opened her door and stepped out, smoothing her knee length black skirt over her long, slender legs.  As she began walking toward the front door, the porch light came on and the inside door opened.
Her mother peered out through the screen door as Alyson approached, her shoes clicking on the concrete walkway.  As she got closer, she began walking faster.
“Mom?  It’s me . . . Alyson!,” she called, quickening her pace yet again. Her mother paused, then flung the door open and ran out as she recognized her long lost daughter’s face in the woman coming up the walkway.
“Alyson?!  Is it really you?!,” she cried when they met just outside the door.  She hesitated only a second, taking in her face, then embraced her, crying a mother’s tears of joy.  “It is you!  Oh, my baby!  You’ve finally come home!”  Alyson hugged her tight, her own eyes overflowing.
“Mom!,” she said in a voice choked with emotion.  “I missed you so much!”
Alyson retrieved her bags from the car, which her mother eyed suspiciously, and a few minutes later they were sitting across from one another in the living room.
“Tell me where you’ve been?  What have you been doing? How have you managed to live?  And that car!  Why couldn’t you . . .”   Her mother’s questions spilled out in a jumble.  No doubt she had been asking herself these  same questions every day for the last four years. Alyson held up a hand, stopping her in mid question.
“Mom, please!  One at a time!,” she said, smiling into her mother’s face.  She had aged a lot in the  time that she was gone.  “I’ll tell you everything, don’t worry.”  Her mother sat back, took a deep breath, and smiled.
“I’m sorry, honey.  It’s just that . . .”
“I know, Mom.  And I’m sorry you had to go through that.  But I’m ok. And I need to tell you first off that I . . . well, I didn’t exactly tell you the truth the first time I called.”  Her mother raised one eyebrow, but didn’t speak.  Alyson continued.  “We did run away, that part was true. But we were kidnaped as soon as we got to the city by a . . . a very bad woman.   A friend helped us get away from her, but she said that if we had any contact with you, they would . . . hurt you.  I couldn’t risk that.  I’m sorry.”
Her mother absorbed this, then said,   “So what’s changed that you felt it was safe to come home?”
“The woman who took us has been arrested and she’ll be going to prison for a very long time,” Alyson said.  “As soon as we heard, we came back.” Her mother looked thoughtful, then her eyes grew wide and her hand went to her mouth.
“Oh, dear god! Not that woman on the news who kidnaped young girls and turned them into . . .”  Her eyes welled up as Alyson nodded and hung her head.  “Oh, my poor baby!  Did they hurt you?”
Alyson looked up and met her mother’s sorrowful eyes.  How could she tell her mother what they had done to her?   She was still haunted by nightmares in which Bob brutally raped her again and again.  She lowered her head and said quietly,  “I’m ok now, Mom.  I’ve managed to put it behind me and get on with my life.”
Her mother came over and sat beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders as tears ran down Alyson’s face.  “Oh, honey!,” she whispered.  They sat there holding each other for a long time, neither speaking while Alyson wept.  She finally dried her tears and tried to smile.
“I have a pretty good life now, Mom.  Jen and I live with some people who love us and treat us like family.  I’d really like for you to meet them.”
Her mother nodded.  “I’d like that, honey.”  She paused.  “So, Jen is still with you, then.”
Alyson explained that they had been together the whole time and that Jen was home with her parents now.

“But, what are you doing driving a Mercedes?  Where did you get the money to afford a car like that?”  Her eyes narrowed suspiciously and Jen knew that she was thinking it must be either drugs or prostitution.

“That’s a long story, Mom.  It actually belongs to some friends.  The ones who helped us to get away and took us into their home.”
Her mother frowned.  “They must be good friends to loan you a car like that.  Are they rich?” Alyson sighed. It was starting already.  The suspicion.  The interrogation. She supposed she should allow her mother some leeway.  She had certainly earned it over the past four years.
“They are very good, and very close friends.  And, yes, you could say they’re rich.” Actually, Matt was obscenely rich.  He had developed a software program years ago that had been put into wide circulation by the government and made a very nice eight figure profit when he sold the rights.  Some careful investments, and a few risky ones, had since tripled his net worth and very soon he expected to break the hundred million dollar mark.  She explained this to her skeptical mother, leaving out the part about their unorthodox living arrangement.  She also didn’t bring up that this was only a visit and she would be returning home in a day or two.
Her mother asked a few more questions and Alyson answered them as truthfully as she could.  She didn’t want to go into any of the details of her capture and subsequent abuse.  She was afraid she had already said too much and risked implicating Matt and Lisa.  Finally she yawned and said, “We’ve been on the road since six am.  Could we go to bed and talk more tomorrow?”
Her mother smiled and stood.  “Of course!  I’m sorry, honey.  You must be exhausted.  Let me get some fresh bedding on your bed first.”  They went up the stairs, Alyson automatically avoiding the two that squeaked.  While her mother made up her bed, Alyson went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, then went into her room just as her mother was finishing up.

“There!  All ready!”  She smiled and kissed Alyson on the forehead, although Alyson had to bend slightly now so she could reach.  “Sleep tight, dear.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  Alyson closed her door and looked around at her old room. Nothing had changed.  The same posters were still on the walls and everything looked just as it had the night she left.  She undressed and climbed into bed naked, as she had become accustomed to doing.  It was strange sleeping in her old room, but it was even stranger to be sleeping alone.  For four years, there had always been at least one other person in bed with her, usually Jen, and it was an odd feeling to have the entire bed to herself.  She stared up at the shadows of the oak tree moving across the ceiling and thought back to that night four years ago.  Was it fate?  True, Andrea had tricked them, drugged them, then forced them to have sex with strangers.  But if she hadn’t, they  never would have met Lisa and Matt, who she couldn’t imagine living apart from.  And how was she going to explain her and Jen’s unusual relationship with them to her old fashioned mother?  Or even the fact that she was madly in love with Jen?  She sighed and rolled onto her side.  Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day, to say the least.

- The End –

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They had never met. She knew he was divorced with two children. He knew she was married (but not happily) with two children as well. She had seen a picture of him, but he had not seen anything of her. That was gonna change tonight.

She was flying to meet him. She lived across the country. Thank god the plane was on time! She had said she would be wearing a denim dress and cowboy boots. Was that her? No. Had she backed out? No, wait a minute. A woman was walking towards him with a questioning look on her face. “Steve?” she asked.

“Debbie?” he answered. They both smiled.

He took her bag (she was only there two nights and had not brought much). They made polite conversation on the way to the car. Why was she nervous, she wondered, they had shared so much over the phone and the internet. Very personal things. And yet, it was as if they had never spoken.

Once they reached the car, they relaxed. He talked about his new job and she spoke of her catering business. Neither one was hungry, so he drove to his house. As they walked to the door, he stopped her. “If you don’t want to stay here, I’ll understand,” he said, holding his breath.

“No, I want to stay here. That is why I am here,” she whispered.

He opened the door and she walked in. Nervous again, she said, “nice house”.

“Thanks,” he replied. Damn, he felt like he was in high school again!

“I’ll show you the bedroom so you can change into comfortable clothes,” he said.

“Thanks, I would love to put on some sweats,” she answered.

While she was changing, he started a fire and got out some wine and snacks. He also put on a cd, low. When she came back in, he was amazed she could be even sexier in sweats and a t-shirt.

She loved how his shirt opened just enough so she could see a little of his chest hair. She took the wine glass and settled in front of the fire.

“I feel like I’m in high school again,” she laughed.

“I was thinking the same thing,” he chuckled.

“I want this, Steve,” she breathed. “I have for a long time.”

He took her wine glass and settled her between his legs, with her back pressed to his chest. He twined their fingers and whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted this since the first time we had phone sex.” He felt the goose bumps rise on her arms. She sighed and leaned her head back to kiss him.

His lips are so soft, she thought.

Her lips are so full, he thought.

She turned in his arms to deepen the kiss. He put his hands on her hips to lay her full against him as she began to unbutton her shirt. “I am dying to see your chest,” she breathed. When his shirt was open to the waist, she sat back and rubbed her hands through his chest hair.

His breath caught in his throat. He was filled with the urge to toss her on her back and make made passionate love to her as quick as possible. But he stopped himself. He wanted this to be perfect.

And so did she.

“Turnabout is fair play,” he said as he took her t-shirt off. His eyes widen when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. They were both panting as she fell back on top of him. Chest to breast they turned over. Now he looked down on her.

“Hurry!” she begged as they ripped the rest of their clothes off. Once they were completely naked, they just looked at each other. He slowly lowered his mouth to hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. She rubbed her breasts in his chest hair. She never knew that could be so arousing. Slowly her hands lowered as he kissed her neck moving slowly downward too. As he reached the valley between her breasts, her hands fluttered over his lower stomach. He raised his eyes to see hers filled with desire. Then as he took her left nipple in his mouth she found his shaft. They both moaned. She arched her back to thrust more of her breast into his mouth while he pushed down to feel her hand all over his cock.

He feels so powerful, she amazed.

She tastes like peaches, he wondered.

As he sucked on her right breast, she rubbed her clit and put some of the juice on his cock to moisten it. Now she moved her hand in earnest over his shaft.

He raised his head and looked slowly into her eyes as he spread her legs with his knees. She wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly guided him into her wetness, one inch at a time. It was pure exquisite torture.

He could take no more and with one final thrust he buried himself in her. They both closed their eyes and, not moving, just soaked each other in.

Then he began to move. Up and down while she wrapped her legs around and matched him thrust for thrust. She grabbed his ass and arched against him as they pounded together.

She felt her orgasm build at the same time his started. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her and they came together.

She cried out over and over with the pounding of her climax.

As he poured into her, he breathed her name “Debbie.”

As their breathing calmed and he rested his head on her shoulder, he looked at her and said, “I think the fire went out.”

“No, Steve,” she replied, “it is just building.”

- the end  -

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Lisa passed the KY to Matt.  He turned it over in his hand and gave her a questioning look.
“But, baby, we’ve tried that before.  I’m just too big, remember?”
Lisa kissed him.  “I know, but I’ve been . . . working on the problem.” Matt shot her a confused look.  She laughed.  “Let’s just say I’ve been doing some stretching exercises.”
Jen and Alyson watched them curiously. Finally Jen spoke up.  “Do you mean you want him to stick it in your . . .”
“Ass,” Lisa said, finishing her question.  “Uh-huh.  It feels great, but Matt’s so big we’ve I’ve never been able to do it with him.  So I started using butt plugs to stretch myself.  I think I’m ready for him now!”
Jen and Alyson exchanged a look.  “Really?,” Alyson asked, trying to imagine Matt’s thick cock in her tiny asshole.
“Oh, yes!,” Lisa replied as she lay down on the bed and pulled her legs up to her chest.  “Could you girls help us out by spreading some lube on my asshole and Matt’s cock?”  Alyson took the tube from Matt and unscrewed the cap.  She squeezed some onto her hand, then passed it to Jen.  Jen squeezed it directly onto Lisa’s asshole, then spread it around with her finger.  “Get it inside, too,” Lisa said as Jen spread the slippery cream.  Jen hesitated a moment, then pushed a finger against Lisa’s puckered hole and was surprised at how easily it slipped inside.  Lisa sighed and lay back, closing hr eyes.  “Mmmm, that feels good!,” she murmured.
Alyson spread a liberal amount of the slippery gel onto Matt’s cock, coating the tip and the entire shaft.  When she finished, Matt stepped up to Lisa and pressed it against her tiny puckered asshole.
“C’mon, lover, give it to me!,” she growled seductively.  Matt paused.
“Are you sure about this?,” he asked, still looking doubtful.
Lisa spread her cheeks with her hands and her hole opened slightly. “Yes!,” she hissed, her eyes wild.  “Fuck my ass!”  Jen and Alyson watched in stunned silence as Matt applied pressure and the head of his cock slipped into Lisa’s ass with relative ease.  She cried out and grabbed Jen’s arm, causing her to jump in surprise.
“S . . . sorry!,” Lisa gasped, letting go of Jen’s arm.
“Are you ok, honey?  Do you want me to stop?,” Matt asked, watching her face closely.  She shook her head.

“Uh-uh!  Keep going!  It feels so good!,” she gasped.  Matt slowly pushed his cock further and further into Lisa’s bowels, constantly studying her face for any hint of pain or discomfort.  He could feel her sphincter squeezing his cock, tighter than Jen’s pussy had done just a few minutes ago.
Jen dropped down and watched from only inches away as Matt pushed his entire cock slowly into Lisa’s badly stretched ass.  Then a thought occurred to her.
Lisa was lost in the intense pleasure of finally having Matt’s big dick in her back door.  Suddenly, she was aware of hot breath on her pussy. She opened her eyes to see Jen kneeling beside her on the bed with her head between her legs. As Matt began to slowly pump in and out of her tight ass, Jen began licking her pussy and she immediately felt her orgasm starting to build.
‘Oh my god!,’ she thought, ‘I’m going to cum right away!’  She started moving her hips to meet Matt’s inward thrusts and her hands went to her tits, teasing and pulling on her erect nipples.  Alyson noticed this and bent over her.  She moved her hands out of the way and began sucking and nibbling on Lisa’s perky tits.  Lisa signaled her approval by holding Alyson’s head to her breasts.  Jen stuck her tongue deep nto Lisa’s pussy while Matt continued his assault on her ass.  When Jen also began teasing her clit, she lost it.
“Oh, shittt!!!,” she groaned.  Her body began to quiver and shake, then she let out a loud cry and began jerking on the bed uncontrollably. Jen had to move her head and Alyson also moved away, giving Lisa some room.  Matt thrust deep inside her steamy back door.  He was getting close to his own orgasm, and Lisa’s reaction was the final straw.  He felt his balls contract and the cum rising through his long shaft.
“Oh, yeah!  I’m cumming!,” he groaned.
Lisa opened her eyes, still overcome by her intense orgasm.  “Oh yeah, baby!  Cum in my ass!!,” she cried before flopping her head back and closing her eyes.  Matt felt the cum literally being squeezed from his cock as he shot a huge stream of semen deep inside Lisa’s bowels.  It felt like he came for a very long time in one long, continuous stream of hot cum that left him completely spent, his legs like rubber.
Lisa moaned and exclaimed, “Oh yeah, baby!  I can feel your hot cum inside me!”  Matt made a few more feeble thrusts, then collapsed against her, his deflating cock still buried in her ass.  Jen and Alyson watched as Matt came, amazed at the look on his face.  It almost looked like he was in some kind of intense pain.  Jen wondered if that’s what she had looked like.  Lisa held Matt tightly with her legs and looked over at Jen and Alyson.  She smiled and waved them over.
“Come here, girls.  I need a group hug!,” she said with a smile.  They each crawled to one side of them and joined them in their loving embrace.  They remained like that for a few moments, just enjoying their special intimacy.  Finally, Matt pushed himself up and pulled his semi flaccid penis from Lisa’s ravaged asshole.  As it slid out, a flood of semen was released, running down Lisa’s ass cheeks to the sheets, forming a large puddle.
He grinned at her.  “Looks like we made a mess!”
Lisa smiled and hugged the girls.  “Well worth it!”
Jen propped her head on her elbow and looked questioningly at Lisa. “I can’t believe you came so hard from that!”
Lisa laughed and kissed the pretty blonde.  “Baby, I started to cum from almost the minute Matt stuck  his cock in.  When you began licking my pussy, I knew it was going to be a real good one!”  She grinned. “And, boy!  Was I right on that!”  She held Jen’s hand and looked into her bright blue eyes.  “Maybe later I’ll show you just how good it can feel!”
Jen looked at her, her eyes wide.  Lisa laughed.  “No, no . . . I don’t mean I’m going to ram a dildo up your ass!  But there are ways I can show you just how sensitive and erogenous your anus can be!”
Jen looked doubtful, but relented.  “Well, ok . . . I guess.”
Lisa smiled at her and sat up. “Right now, I need a shower!  There’s room for two.  Anyone care to join me?”  Alyson spoke up.
“I will.”  She went over to Lisa and took her hand.
“Be right back!,” Lisa called over her shoulder as they went out the door into the hallway. Jen and Matt both watched their hot, naked bodies as they disappeared out the door.
He turned to Jen and gestured toward another door.  “There’s another shower in there.  Wash my back?”  He grinned and reached out for her hand.  Lisa giggled and took it.
“Sure! Why not?,” she replied.  Matt helped her to her feet and they walked hand in hand into the adjoining bathroom.

Lisa checked the water temperature of the shower and adjusted it slightly.  Satisfied, she stepped aside to allow Alyson in first. Alyson stepped in and allowed the warm water to flow over her face. She felt Lisa step in behind her and begin to massage her shoulders. Then she picked up some soap and a sponge and started washing Alyson’s back.  She relaxed under Lisa’s tender, loving touch and leaned her head against the shower wall under the spray.  Then Lisa turned her around so they were facing each other and washed her arms, breasts and stomach.  When she finished, she looked into Alyson’s eyes and smiled. Alyson returned her smile and Lisa leaned in to kiss the green eyed beauty, probing at her soft lips with her tongue.  Alyson hesitated, then parted her lips to allow Lisa’s tongue in, touching Lisa’s tongue with her own.  They held the kiss for several moments as the water ran over their naked flesh.  Lisa finally pulled away, and Alyson licked her lips sensuously, her eyes closed, as she savored the affectionate and passionate kiss.  She opened her eyes and smiled warmly at Lisa.
“That was . . . nice!,” she said.  Lisa smiled.  For the first time, she felt like Alyson was actually letting her guard down.  Sure, she had participated in the bedroom, but this was different.  She was starting to open up to her.
Lisa dropped to her knees and began washing Alyson’s legs with the sponge.  As she reached her thighs, she was looking directly at her pink pussy, and her lips were still swollen.  The aroma of her sex was strong, even here in the shower, and Lisa breathed it in deeply.  She washed Alyson’s inner thighs, watching as the water beaded on her scant pubic hair before rubbing it with the sponge.  Alyson sighed and parted her legs wider.  She put the sponge on the shelf and stood up.
“Have you ever thought about shaving your pussy?,” she asked, running her fingers through the dark, curly hairs.
Alyson shrugged.  “No, not really.  I trim it a little so I can wear a bikini, but that’s about it.”  She glanced down at Lisa’s bald pussy and remembered that Julia’s had been bare as well.  “Does it feel good?”
Lisa shrugged. “I guess so.  I first shaved mine when I was about your age and I’ve kept it shaved ever since.”  She picked up the sponge and passed it to Alyson.  “Do me now?”  She turned around and Alyson washed her back.  Then she turned back to face her so she could wash her chest and stomach.  Alyson knelt down to wash her legs and found herself staring directly at Lisa’s bare twat.  She stood up.
“Would you shave me?  Show me how?,” she asked.
Lisa smiled.  “Sure!  Come on, we can do it right now!”  She turned off the shower and they stepped out.  They toweled off and Lisa pointed to the steps leading up to the whirlpool bathtub. “Take a seat over there. I’ll get a razor and shaving cream.”  Alyson sat on the tile step while Lisa gathered up her shaving supplies.  She returned with a razor, scissors, a basin of warm water, and a can of shaving gel. Kneeling in front of Alyson, she spread her legs wide and began by clipping the hair as short os she could with the scissors.  Then she covered the entire area with shaving cream and picked up the razor. She looked up at Alyson.
“Try not to move too much, ok?”
Alyson grinned.  “I’ll try, but you behave!”
Lisa laughed.  “Oh, all right!”  She winked.  “But only until I’m done shaving you!”
Alyson smiled. “Ok – deal!”
Lisa began the slow, careful task of  shaving Alyson’s hot little pussy. After about ten minutes, she wiped away the remaining shaving cream and surveyed her handiwork.  “Hmm . . . not bad,” she said, examining Alyson’s labia for any missed hairs. Satisfied, she sat back and held out a hand.  “Well, what do you think?”
Alyson looked down at her bare twat, then ran her hand over the soft flesh. She made a face.  “It feels weird!  But I think I like it!”
Lisa put away the shaving supplies and swept the loose hairs into the trash can.  “So will your partner,” she said.  “They’re more likely to go down on you if you’re shaved.”
“Really!?,” Alyson said, raising one eyebrow.

Lisa nodded and knelt at her feet.  “Really.  I personally love licking a nice, smooth pussy!” She grinned and lowered her head between Alyson’s legs. Alyson sighed as Lisa’s warm tongue sought out all her sensitive spots.

Matt watched as the water flowed over Jen’s beautiful tits, droplets forming on her erect nipples before dripping to the shower basin.  Jen opened her eyes to see him staring at her.  Their eyes met and she smiled, then turned off the water and stepped out.
Matt passed her a towel.  “You are so hot when you’re wet!,” he exclaimed, unable to take his eyes from her slender, sexy body.  Jen glanced over at his semi-hard cock as she dried off.
“So it would seem!,” she said, moving her eyes from his cock back to his.
He looked down and grinned.  “I can’t help how I feel!”
Jen laughed and finished drying off.  Matt tossed their towels into the hamper and they walked hand in hand back to the bedroom.  Lisa and Alyson still hadn’t returned so they both sprawled out on the bed. Matt reached for the remote and turned on the large plasma screen TV hanging on the wall.  A porno appeared on the screen, showing two women undressing each other in front of a naked man. When they were both naked, they kissed, then dropped to their knees and began giving the man a blow-job, taking turns.  Jen gave Matt a dirty look over his choice of movies, then noticed that his cock was nearly back to its full hardness. He saw her gaze, grinned and shrugged, going back to the movie.
Jen was getting aroused herself, although her pussy was still tender from the pounding Matt had given her earlier.  She looked back over at him, but he was watching the action on the TV. ‘Typical man,’ she thought.  ‘A naked woman lying beside him and he’d still rather watch TV!’  She sat up and crawled across the bed so she was face to face with his erect cock.  She glanced up at him.  He was alternating looking at the TV and her, with a quirky smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eye.  She grasped his thick, hard shaft and started to stroke it slowly.  He watched her and took a deep breath, tossing the remote onto the night stand.
Jen stuck her tongue out and gave the long member a healthy lick, hen sucked it into her mouth.  Matt gasped as she sucked it to the back of her throat, her tongue working back and forth across it.  She continued stroking the remainder of it while she did.  She kept this up for several minutes, then began to suck and lick his balls, teasing the sensitive skin with the tip of her tongue.  Matt moaned and sighed and she went back to sucking his cock voraciously.
Matt laid his head back on the pillow, loving the feel of her warm mouth on his hard dick.  She would bring him to the brink of orgasm, then go back to his balls, like she had done before.  This kept him on the verge of cumming without pushing him over the edge.  It was something she had learned from Julia.
She moved from his balls back to his cock and Matt looked up to see Alyson and Lisa watching from the door.  Because of her position and her concentrating on Matt’s dick, Jen hadn’t seen them.  Lisa raised a finger to her lips and grinned.  Jen began sucking hard, her mouth making loud slurping sounds as her head bobbed up and down.  Matt placed a hand on her head and pulled her long hair from her face.  She looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth, then pulled it free.
“Stand up,” she said breathlessly.  Matt obeyed and she slid her lips over the hard shaft again.  She adjusted her position, then pushed it further into her mouth.  Matt watched in amazement as she swallowed half, three quarters, then his entire nine inches!  He gestured for Lisa and Alyson to come over.  Jen began bobbing her head slowly, her throat contracting on the long shaft as it slid in and out.  She glanced up as Lisa crawled onto the bed, her eyes wide, but she continued to deep-throat Matt’s dick.
After a few more strokes, she pulled it out, coughing a little.  Lisa stared at her in wide-eyed wonder.  “Where did you learn how to do that?  At the . . .”  The word ‘brothel’ stuck in her throat.  She was sorry she’d brought it up, not wanting to ruin their wonderful night together with bad memories.
Jen didn’t seem bothered.  She nodded. “They forced us to do it there. But tonight, I wanted to do it.”
Lisa looked at her fiancé, who was panting.  “So, how was it, stud?”
Matt grinned.  “Unbelievable!  I’ve never felt anything like that before!  I could feel her swallowing it!  It was so erotic!”
Alyson sat on the bed next to Lisa.  Lisa grinned and said, “Alyson has something to show you!”  They both looked at her and she felt her face getting hot.  “Don’t be shy, honey, show them.”  She slowly got to her knees and spread her legs, showing them her bare twat.
“Oooo,” Matt exclaimed.  “That is sexy!”
Jen grinned.  “Nice!  Can you do mine later?”

Alyson cringed.  “Maybe Lisa should.  I wouldn’t want to cut you.”
“I’d be happy to,” Lisa said, grasping Matt’s hard cock.  “Anytime at all.”  She stroked it absently while looking up at the TV.  The two women were still sucking on the man’s cock.  She looked at Jen and said, “My turn?”  Jen grinned and backed away. Lisa slipped Matt’s hard dick into her mouth and began to bob her head p and down on it. Matt looked over at Alyson.
“Mind if I sample your new look?,” he asked.  Alyson seemed hesitant, but Jen nudged her.
“Go ahead, Aly.  You’ll like it.  I promise,” she said, locking her eyes on Alyson’s.  She looked over at Matt, who gestured for her to come over to him.
“Come on, honey.  It won’t hurt,” he said.  “Just straddle my head and push your pussy to my mouth.  I’ll do the rest.”
Alyson watched as Lisa sucked on Matt’s dick while Jen watched her, patiently awaiting her turn.  Bracing herself on Lisa’s shoulders, she swung her long leg over Matt’s head and pressed her pussy to his lips. She felt him grab her hips and pull her into position. His hot breath caressed her pussy, then his tongue began moving across it.  It seemed even more sensitive now that she was hairless. As his soft tongue slid into her slit, she gasped and closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations.
A few moments later, she heard Lisa saying her name.  She opened her eyes.  Lisa was no longer sucking Matt’s cock. Neither was Jen.  They were both looking up at her from between his legs.  Lisa was stroking it and looked down, then back up to Alyson.
“Would you like a turn?,” she asked.  Alyson looked down at the huge, almost purple head only a short distance from her face.  At that moment, Matt shifted his attention to her clit, sucking and nibbling on the little bud.  She gasped as a wave of pleasure washed over her and before she realized she was doing it, she had his cock in her mouth, sucking on it noisily.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm as Matt kept touching on all of her most sensitive areas.  She began bobbing her head up and down faster, enjoying the feel of his velvet-soft tip on her tongue.  Suddenly, Matt pulled his mouth from her cunt.
“Oh, shit!  I’m gonna cum!!,” he cried, then dove back into her pussy with renewed vigor.
Alyson continued to suck on him with the same vigor.  Lisa spoke to her.  “Swallow some if you want, but save some for the rest of us!” Alyson was completely caught up in the moment and surprised herself by sucking even harder, actually looking forward to making him cum in her mouth.
Matt cried out and moaned, his voice muffled by Alyson’s pussy and she felt his cock twitch a second before her mouth was filled with his warm, salty jism.  That was all it took to set her off and she released his spurting cock as her own orgasm gripped her.  Her mouth dropped open, but a low gurgle was the only sound that came out.  Cum dribbled over her lower lip and ran down her chin.  Her body stiffened, then began convulsing uncontrollably as her pussy contracted and spewed her own cum into Matt’s mouth.
Lisa quickly grabbed the spurting cock and sucked on it, catching the second shot and swallowing it down.  She smacked her lips and moved aside so Jen could have a taste as well.  Jen managed to get a small mouthful, then stroked it as she sucked the few remaining drops from it before licking the tip clean.
Alyson was slowly coming down from her orgasm despite the fact that Matt was still trying to lick all the cum from her over-stimulated pussy. She lifted herself from his face, unable to handle any more of his probing tongue.  She rolled off him and collapsed on the bed next to Jen.  Lisa and Jen kissed passionately, then Lisa crawled up to lick Alyson’s cum from Matt’s face.
Jen lay down next to Alyson and kissed her beautiful tits.  Alyson quivered in pleasure and pulled Jen’s face to hers.  They kissed long and deep, two lovers completely lost in each other.  Then exhausted and totally spent, they fell asleep in each others arms.
Matt and Lisa watched the two girls sleeping for a few minutes, then Lisa pulled a warm comforter over their naked bodies.  She crawled up next to Matt on the king size bed and they slid under the covers.
“I think I’m in love,” Lisa murmured as Matt held her. “With all of you.”  Matt kissed her forehead.
“I know exactly how you feel,” he said.  Then they, too drifted off to sleep.

Alyson awoke in the now familiar position of Jen’s arms.  She could feel the comforting warmth of her naked flesh next to hers, her breasts crushed against her back.  She got up, being careful not to wake the others, and went into the bathroom.
When she came back to bed, everyone was still asleep.  Matt and  Lisa lay to one side, her head  resting on his chest.  Jen had rolled over onto her back. Alyson gazed at the sleeping bodies, her eyes finally settling on Jen.  Her long blond hair was spread out across the pillow with some spilling over her shoulder to partly cover one of her perfect tits.  The comforter had been thrown aside during the night and both of her breasts and one leg were exposed.  Alyson watched as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing and found herself becoming aroused.
Still naked herself, she crept over and carefully pulled the comforter from the rest of Jen’s nude form.  She paused for a moment, staring at her beautiful body, then moved to the end of the bed near her feet. Very gently, she pushed her legs apart a few inches at a time, until they were open far enough  that her pussy was exposed. She quickly crawled up between her legs and pulled up so that her face was inches from her best friend and lover’s pussy.  Jen was still sound asleep, as were Matt and Lisa.
Alyson breathed in the musky aroma of Jen’s pussy, then stuck out her tongue and licked her slit.  Jen murmured in her sleep and subconsciously spread her legs a little wider. Alyson grinned and gave her twat another  slower, and deeper, lick.  Jen moaned louder this time and her hand went to her pussy.  Alyson began licking with more passion, her tongue pushing deep into Jen’s pussy.  She looked up to see Jen looking down at her, a sleepy smile on her face.
“Good morning!,” Alyson whispered.
“Hi, darling!,” Jen whispered back.  “What a way to wake up!”
Alyson winked at her, then went back to licking and sucking on her recently deflowered pussy.  Jen leaned back on her pillow, closed her eyes, and gave in to the wonderful sensations Alyson was creating in her still tender pussy.  A moment later, she felt a hand squeezing her breast and opened her eyes to see Lisa smiling at her.
“Morning, honey!,” she said with a cheerful smile.  She looked down at Alyson.   “Hey, baby!  Having an early breakfast?”  Alyson raised her head, her lips and chin glistening with Jen’s juices, grinned, and went back to work.  “Personally,” Lisa said as she tossed the covers off her and Matt.  “I prefer a little cock in the morning!”  With that, she lifted Matt’s flaccid penis, took it into her mouth, and began slurping noisily on it.
Matt moaned, then opened his eyes.  He looked down at Lisa sucking his cock back to life, then over at the girls.  Jen was squirming and moaning, very close to her climax.
“Oh, god, yes!!  Oh, Alyson!!  Yes!!  Yes!!  Ahhh . . . don’t stop!!” She began thrusting her hips upward, trying to push Alyson’s tongue deeper inside her.  The orgasm was building deep in her womb and spreading rapidly outward.  She grit her teeth as it enveloped her, her muscles contracting, and her eyes squeezed tightly closed.
“Oh, shit!!  Oh, shit!!  Ohh . . .!!”  Her mouth opened and it looked like she was trying to say something, but the only sound that came out was a low, guttural groan.  It seemed to build into a low wail as she neared release.
Alyson kept her mouth locked over Jen’s clit, her tongue flicking rapidly across the sensitive little sex organ. Suddenly, Jen climaxed, her body convulsing with each wave of orgasmic ecstacy.  She cried out, her screams of pleasure filling the room.  Alyson continued teasing her clit until Jen begged her to stop, claiming she was going to pass out from pleasure.
Alyson lifted her lips from Jen’s over-stimulated pussy.  Jen lay limply on the bed, her hair disheveled and her breath coming in short gasps. Alyson crawled up slowly, leaving kisses on her stomach, tits, neck, ears, and finally, her sweet lips.  Jen returned her kiss passionately, their tongues dancing together erotically.
After they pulled apart, Jen looked into her lover’s eyes.  “Oh, god, Aly!  That was wonderful!,” she gasped.  Alyson stared back into Jen’s sparkling blue eyes.
“I loved doing it,” she said.  “It really turns me on making you feel good, and I really love watching you cum!”
As they gazed longingly into each others eyes, Jen knew she was telling the truth.  She also knew now what she had suspected for some time. She was head over heels in love with Alyson, and she knew Alyson felt the same way about her.
Matt’s moans brought them back to the present. Lisa was hard at work, sucking on his fully erect cock with great enthusiasm.
“Oh my god, Lisa!  I can’t take much more of this!!  Ungh!”  He grunted as Lisa picked up the pace, her head moving so fast that her hair flew wildly.  She pulled his cock from her mouth and jerked it rapidly, her eyes wild.
“Oh, yeah, baby!  Give it to me!!  Come on!!”  She winked at Jen and Alyson, then slipped her mouth back over the huge purple head and resumed sucking.  Alyson and Lisa lay in each others arms, watching the action.  They didn’t have to wait long.

A few moments later, Matt’s moans became louder.  “Oh, yeah!!  I’m cumming!!  Unghh!!”  He groaned loudly as his body tensed and  Lisa felt his balls contract a split second before her mouth was flooded with his hot seed.  She swallowed quickly, then again and again until Matt finished shooting his hot cum and flopped his head back down on the pillow.
“Mmmm,” Lisa murmured as she licked and sucked the last few drops from his wilting cock.  “You had a good load that time, baby!”
Matt grinned sleepily, his eyes closed.  “You just turn me on, honey!” He opened his eyes and turned to look at the two teens.  “Not to mention you two!,” he added with a grin as he stroked Alyson’s hair. Alyson smiled at him, enjoying his tender, loving caress.  She found herself really starting to trust him.  Of course, she liked Matt a lot. Lisa, too.  But after what Bob had done to her, the idea of a man touching her hadn’t been something she was real comfortable with.  But Matt seemed different. She found herself thinking more and more what it would be like to have sex with him, to feel his hard cock inside her.  Not brutally ravaging her, but making sweet love to her, body, mind, and soul.  After watching Jen give herself to him the night before, and the way he was with her, she was even more convinced that maybe she could do it after all.
“Alyson?”  Matt was looking at her questioningly.
“Huh?  Oh, sorry,” she said, smiling.  “I guess I was daydreaming.”
He smiled at her.  “I asked if you wanted to help me with breakfast.” He got up from the bed, but made no move to put on a robe or to otherwise cover his nakedness.
“Uh, sure,” she said, getting to her feet.
He took her hand and grinned.  “Great! Why don’t we cook ‘au natural’!?”  He spread his arms wide, then struck a body builder’s pose.  Alyson giggled and snuggled up to him.
“Sure, why not?”  Then a naughty idea came to her.  “Why don’t we all spend the entire day naked?”  They all looked at her, stunned silent that she was the one who suggested such a deviant thought.  Then Lisa grinned.
“I think that’s a great idea!  What do you say, shall we make it a Naked Saturday?”  She paused, thinking.  “Uh, it is Saturday, right?”
Jen laughed and hugged her.  “Well, whatever day it is, I’m in!”
Matt chuckled. “Sure! I have no problem spending the day with three beautiful, naked women!”  He took Alyson’s hand and they went out the door, talking about breakfast choices.

Jen and Lisa watched them go, then Lisa turned to her and said, “I believe Alyson’s starting to come around.  Two weeks ago, she wouldn’t have been alone with Matt for any reason.  Now, they’re cooking breakfast naked!”
Jen reached over and ran her hand down Lisa’s torso and over the gentle curve of her hips, then looked into her eyes.  “We, uh . . . really like you guys . . . a lot,” she admitted.  “I mean, I don’t think it’s any secret how Alyson and I feel about each other.”  She studied Lisa’s eyes for her reaction but saw only love and understanding in them.
“I know, Jen.  So does Matt.  And we think it’s wonderful.”  She smiled and brushed the hair from Jen’s pretty face.  “I know what it’s like to be in love, ” she continued, her face turning serious. “Because I’m deeply in love with Matt.”  She paused, staring directly into Jen’s clear blue eyes.  “And you, and Alyson.”
Jen just stared at her, momentarily stunned by her words, then smiled cautiously.  “Really?  You’re in love with . . . all of us?”
Lisa smiled and nodded.  “I hope it doesn’t scare you, but yes, I am. Matt is, too.” Jen thought about it.  Well, why not?  There’s no rule that says you can only be in love with one other person.  And they didn’t just have sex last night, she realized. They were making love.
“Are you ok with this, Jen?”
Jen looked at her.  “I think so, but . . .”   She paused, looking for the right words.  “I don’t think  I love you . . . I mean, of course I love you, and Matt, but not the same way I love Alyson.”
Lisa smiled, her eyes sparkling.  “That’s ok, honey.”  She slid over and took Jen’s nude body into her arms.  “Maybe that’ll come later.” They kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining.  When they pulled apart, Lisa looked down at her pubic area.
“Are you still tender?”  Jen reached down and gingerly touched her pussy. It was still a little sore, but not bad.
“A little, but not too bad,” she replied, then eyed her suspiciously through narrowed eyes. “Why?”
Lisa’s eyes sparkled.  She jumped up and bounced over to the dresser she had gotten the unused dildos from the night before and rummaged through a drawer.  She returned with a long, double-headed dildo. “Wanna fuck?,” she asked, a mischievous grin on her face.
Jen stared at the strange looking object.  It was made to look like a real cock, with life-like bumps and veins.  It was even flesh colored. But it reminded her of a long snake with a cock head at each end.
“I’ve been dying to try this out!,” Lisa exclaimed, dropping onto the bed next to Jen.  Jen picked up the two foot long device and studied it.  It was firm, but also flexible..
“How does it work?,” she asked, turning it over in her hands.
Lisa picked up one end.  “We sit on the bed facing each other with our legs spread and we each put one end into our pussy.  Then we lay back and push it the rest of the way in and start fucking!”
Jen was intrigued, but the long thick toy was big, even longer than Matt’s formidable dick.  Lisa seemed to read her thoughts.  “If it’s too much, we can stop whenever you want.  You don’t have to put it all in you.”
Jen thought about it for only a second or two. “Ok, let’s do it!”
They positioned themselves on the bed. Lisa picked up the dildo and passed one end to Jen, then lowered the other end to her bare pussy and pushed it in a couple of inches.  “Mmmm . . . nice!,” she murmured. “Ok, your turn!”  Jen rubbed the end of the huge fake cock along her still swollen lips until she located her opening and slowly fed it into her still tender hole. When she put it in as far as it would reach, they both leaned back on their elbows and started inching closer together.  The long dildo slowly disappeared into their pussies as they both moaned and sighed.  Jen didn’t realize that she had taken it’s entire length until she felt Lisa’s wet lips rubbing against hers. They were both amazed at the feeling of having a foot of fake penis inside them, but even more amazing was the erotic tingle of their pussies touching together.
“Are you ok?,” Lisa gasped.  Jen opened her eyes and smiled wanly at her.
“Uh-huh!  Feels . . . great!”  Lisa began grinding her cunt against Jen’s and Jen responded in kind.  Soon, they were pumping the big dildo in and out, pausing to rub their labia together every couple of strokes.  Lisa soon felt the tingle of an impending orgasm.
“Oh, Jen!  I’m so close!  I’m gonna cum real soon!”
Jen was already experiencing a series of small orgasms, but she could sense a bigger one building as well.  The grinding together of their pussies, combined with the feel of the huge dildo in her pussy, was the most erotic feeling she’d ever experienced in her brief, but colorful, sexual experience!
Lisa began moaning louder.  “Oh, yeah, baby!  Fuck me! Fuck me, now! Harder!!”  She began grinding harder against Jen’s pussy, their exposed clits rubbing together.  Jen could feel her own orgasm boiling to the surface as their bodies slapped and ground together in sexual abandon, the sounds of their moaning and grunting filling the room.  She felt herself tipping over the edge.
“Oh, god, Lisa!  Fuck me!  I’m cumming!!,” she cried, slamming her body against Lisa’s.  She felt her pussy clench down on the rubber cock as her body tensed and the orgasm built and released.  She writhed on the bed, her legs pulling Lisa’s body tight to hers and holding it there. She came over and over, her cries of ecstacy loud in the confines of the room.
As Jen’s orgasm started, Lisa felt her own becoming stronger.  When Jen finally came, it set Lisa off, her orgasm exploding inside her as Jen wriggled against her.  She came over and over and was vaguely aware of her pussy squirting cum from around the sides of the dildo, soaking her, Jen, and the bed underneath their spasming pussies with her sticky juice. She cried out again as yet another wave coursed through her body, then another, until she finally collapsed to her pillow, completely spent.

As they lay on the bed panting for breath, still connected by the double-headed dildo, Lisa reached out and took Jen’s hand in hers.  “I love you, baby,” she whispered, twisting her head so she could see Jen’s face.  Jen smiled and squeezed her hand, but said nothing.  They lay there a few more minutes until Lisa said, “I wonder what’s taking them so long?”

- To Be Continued… -