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CASE HISTORY 1
Cathy had just checked into the hotel. Even before she reached her room she felt the familiar gnawing in the region of her crotch. As the bellboy ushered her into the room she looked at him. Too old. He was at least twenty. Her dildo would have to do for the time being. Later, she would dress and go out in search of a sex partner the right age, a young boy of thirteen or fourteen. In a pinch, she'd go as far as fifteen or sixteen, but she hoped she could do better than that. She tipped the young man and chained the door after he had left, then hurriedly she got out of her dress. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. The one-piece foundation garment, a shiny black corselette, was her favorite. So many boys had gone bug-eyed at their first sight of her in the garment that caressed her big figure, emphasizing each curve, allowing a view of the upper slopes and the valley of her breasts, showing a teasing glimpse of the lower slopes of big buttocks, black suspenders pressed against smooth white thighs, thighs that any boy would want to touch, to feel, to rub as he knelt at her feet, his little penis throbbing with desire, his heart pounding. For the time being, her vibrator would do, but before the day was over, there would have to be an eager little boy in her room, she would have to see and hear him panting as she began the long drawn out seduction and then, after more than an hour, they would both reap their reward as that little boy, naked and sweating, lay atop her and guided his stiff little penis into the wet warmth of her juicy vagina.
As she caressed herself from breasts to thighs, she thought of just having a quick buzz with her vibrator and then going in search of a boy, but she rejected that. It was important that she be fresh and clean for every young boy she seduced, so she would take time for a bath or at least a shower. That being the case, she decided to strip naked for her battery operated bash. She unzipped the corselette and peeled it off, taking the little black panties with it, then she bent over the right suitcase and unlocked it. She found the vibrator at once and took it to the comfortable looking bed, sighing as she sat, naked, then fell back, her thighs rubbing together with heat.
"All right, horny cunt, stop gnawing," she said as she flicked the switch and the vibrator began to buzz, the sound loud in the quiet room. "You're going to get your fucking," she added as her left hand went into her crotch and rubbed.
Licking her lips, she brought the vibrator to her mouth and pushed the tip between her lips. While one hand rubbed her vulva, the other fed more and more of the vibrator into her mouth and then she was sucking on it as she would a real penis. She liked that game, but it had a practical aspect as well, since she preferred that the vibrator be wet when it was pushed into her vaginal slit. It felt better that way.
As she took the mechanical penis out of her mouth, Cathy used finger tips to part the soft lips and open a path for it, then she closed her eyes and clearly saw that first boy she had seduced, more than five years before.
The vibrator buzzed over her labiae, teased, then went into her slit and began working in its own special way while Cathy's mind played a rerun of the thirteen-year-old boy. He had knelt adoringly at her feet as she sat on the edge of the chair, both hands on the hem of her dress, pulling it slowly up her thighs, to the expanded tops of her nylons, then higher, baring thighs that were white and smooth. She was sure she could hear the pounding of his heart as she showed him how the black nylon panties snugged in her crotch, then one of her hands was on it, rubbing as she sighed and told him of all the joys that were to be his that day as he stripped naked for her and shyly showed her his hard little penis in strong erection.
After that, the top of her dress had come down, then the panting, trembling boy was hefting the contents of the bra top of the garment, peering down into the cleavage between her big white breasts. It had been a delightfully slow seduction, the kind she had learned to prolong until the boy of the moment was sweating and moaning with desire.
He had sucked her breasts so nicely, after a nervous start, had marveled at how her nipples grew long and hard in his mouth. After that, he had knelt before her while she peeled the garment down and let it fall in a puddle around her feet. There were so many things for him to see, to touch, to fondle, to kiss. There had been talk of cunnilingus and he had been nervous, had sobbed a little as she firmly guided his face into her crotch, but then there had been wild enthusiasm as he sucked and licked until hot orgasm flared and she massaged his little face with silken smooth thighs.
And then had come the magic moment when the trembling boy was mounting her naked, welcoming body, lying between her warm thighs, his hard little penis twitching as he tried to find the slit that was so ready to take it. He had barely gotten it into her when it was spurting and his little body was jerking in the silken confines of her thighs. The next time, the boy had lasted much longer, riding her warm body for a long time, sucking on a big breast while the hard little penis pistoned in the wet warmth of her.
Her recollection of that first seduction was very clear and through it, she enjoyed three strong orgasms, then it was time to take the vibrator out of her vagina. Sighing, Cathy looked at it, saw it shining with moisture and slowly brought it to her mouth.
"Oh you darling cock," she said silently as she sucked on it while it buzzed in her mouth, "you're so juicy and tasty of cunt. I'll clean you off, you beautiful hard prick. I'll suck all my cunt juice off you. Oh God, what a tasty cunt I do have. No wonder all those sweet little boys love to suck my cunt."
Turning the unit off and putting it away, Cathy went to run a tub. She thought the masturbation had been enough, but what she felt in her crotch assured her that it hadn't been. True, the rough edges of hunger were gone, but the churning was still there, still hotly demanding not just a vibrator, but a boy who would tremble and pant, would plead for more and more of what she revealed a little at a time until that magic moment when, for the first time in his young life, he savored the thrill of lying atop a naked woman, his throbbing penis lost in the mysterious slit between her legs, spurting semen while her arms and legs held him tightly, lovingly crushing him, draining him of strength and filling him with a warm glow he would never forget.
In the course of her bath, Cathy paused to finger again, climaxed beautifully, then finished her bath, toweled herself before the mirror, then went to dress in panties, dark sheer nylons, the corselette and finally a dress that was much too short for a forty-three year old woman, but was just right for attracting an innocent little boy who would come back with her to the hotel to be thrilled as never before, to deposit his innocence in the wet warmth of her vagina. She wondered who it was going to be this time, how old he would be, what he would look like. She didn't wonder whether she would find one, she always did.
It was two o'clock on a summer afternoon. A perfect time for hunting, she knew. She found the park, cruised it, failed to find her prey there, so she went toward the playground. As she viewed the scene there, the churning in her vagina resumed, she spotted the boy she wanted, standing away from others who were playing various games or just chatting. He looked so lonely, so sensitive, she thought, so ready for the warmth she could give him in her special way. She felt her thighs rubbing together as she walked toward him, smiled warmly and asked for directions to her hotel.
Nervously, he agreed to take her there, they stopped and sat in a quiet section of the park and she crossed her legs with her usual care, ensuring that he could see just above the top of a nylon. She lowered her voice, began talking to the boy about the excitement of sex. He was very nervous, but that didn't surprise her. He would come along, she knew. Seven minutes later, she timed it, they got up from the bench and began walking toward her hotel. The boy was already perspiring, but that, Cathy knew, was just the beginning. He would sweat so much more during the long, thrilling seduction before his semen would be shooting strongly into the depths of her hotly sucking vagina.
"Have you really never seen a woman bare naked, Bruce?" Cathy asked as they walked through the park toward the hotel.
"I never saw more than just what you can see in a bathing suit."
"Well, dear, your luck is going to change today. After all, not many boys of thirteen get to see naked women. I'll even let you help me take my clothes off if you like."
"Oh wow, that sounds great. Why did you pick me? What I mean is, wouldn't it be better with a man?"
"Not for me, dear. Sure, a man has a big cock, but I'm not that fussy about big cocks. I get my kicks with boys of your age, especially boys who have never fucked before. The thrill of giving a boy his first fuck is what turns me on in a way no man ever could. Are you changing your mind, Bruce? If you're afraid to see me naked and to fuck my cunt, say so. I'm sure I can find another boy."
"I didn't mean that," he replied quickly. "I really want to, honest."
"All right, dear. I just wanted to be sure. I hate to waste my body on anyone who doesn't really want to see it and touch it and," she paused, "stick a hard prick in my cunt and fuck it."
He assured her he really wanted all of that and they talked as they walked to the hotel, went through the front entrance and up the elevator, then they were in her room and she locked the door behind them to ensure privacy.
"Is your dick hard, Bruce?" Cathy asked with a warm smile and he assured her it was, had been since he had sat with her on the bench. "We're going to make it so hard, darling," she told him. "I'm really in the mood for horny fun and games so you can expect lots of excitement. Here, have a sample of me," she said, then, walking away from him, she slowly raised the hem of her short dress to the tops of her nylons, then higher so that he saw the creamy smooth, big thighs as she walked around the room, raising the dress higher and higher until the boy cried out in excitement as he saw that below the corselette, Cathy was showing portions of buttocks and black panties which curved into her crotch. "Do you like what you see so far, dear?" she asked.
"Oh yes. Oh Cathy, I never saw anything so exciting in all my life. Oh please, I want to see everything."
"You will, dear," Cathy assured the boy, "but we must take it slow and easy. Hurrying into fucking would spoil it for the two of us. You'll see what I mean," she added as she allowed her dress to fall into place, then went to her suitcase, from which she withdrew a sketch pad, went to the bed with it then invited him to join her.
"I'm quite an artist, Bruce," she told him as she opened her sketch pad and showed him a picture of a boy sucking on a woman's breast and fondling the other. She saw his eyes wide with excitement and she added to that as she described how it felt to have one's breasts fondled and sucked and told him how boys and men enjoyed doing it.
There were other sketches after that. One showed three naked boys lined up while a naked woman examined their penises. Other sketches showed intercourse in various positions and then, the last two showed boys sucking and licking a woman's vulva.
While they looked at the pictures, Cathy gave the boy a talk on the subject of cunnilingus and told him how all boys and men she had ever known, enjoyed it more than any other sex act. He didn't appear to be totally convinced, but Cathy was not concerned. Only once in her years of seduction had she failed to lure a boy's face into her crotch.
Tossing the pad aside, Cathy outlined the shape of her ample breasts through her dress, then, smiling warmly, she opened the top of the dress and asked the boy if he wanted to see more. He nodded, not quite able to speak, and then she slowly, teasingly, worked the top of her dress down until it fell to her waist and the boy stared in disbelief at the sight of twin bulges in the top of the black corselette. Turning, she bent toward him and then he was looking into the valley between an excitingly white pair of breasts, his hands trembling as they almost ached to touch what he was staring at so intently, his stiff little penis throbbing with excitement that was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
"I'll bet you love to see my big tits all bare and love to feel them all over, wouldn't you, Bruce?"
"Oh, yes, I sure would. Will you let me see them, Cathy?"
"Yes dear, later. You may feel my tits through my nice, sexy corselette if you wish. Mmmmmm, yes, you have nice hands, Bruce, she told him as both his hands hurried to the bulges and he panted with excitement as he fondled and squeezed what he hungered to see in glorious nudity.
Cathy allowed him to play with her breasts for a little while, then she took his hands away and got to her feet. As he stared, his eyes popping, she turned her back to him, then slowly pushed the dress over her hips and allowed it to fall. She heard a barely stifled cry of excitement as the boy gazed in awe at the sight of the woman in the clinging garment, the black suspenders against white thighs, the sheer nylons which caressed her big thighs and shapely legs so excitingly. When she stepped out of the dress, she bent to pick it up, her big behind widening, the crotch of her panties holding his focus, then she turned and smiled as she gave him the frontal view.
"Do you think I look sexy like this, dear?" she asked and then began to walk slowly, gracefully around the room while he followed her with his eyes until she stopped beside the bed to reach for his hand. He gave it to her and she drew him to his feet and she hugged him warmly against her, feeling the stiff, throbbing penis against her thighs while his hands rubbed over the clinging garment, pausing just short of the swell of plump buttocks. It didn't bother her that he was shy, that was just one more exciting part of her game. She loved shyness, wanted him to go on expressing it until she was ready to take it away from him, along with his innocence.
"I'll be bare naked in a little while, dear," she told him as she held him in the warm embrace, "but first, I want to have you that way. Take off all your clothes, Bruce and we'll begin playing our sexy games. When you get me excited enough, all my clothes will vanish and you'll have my naked body to play with, to fondle and suck and then fuck. Can you imagine how good you are going to feel when you have your dick in my cunt and you're fucking me, like a man?"
He couldn't reply and Cathy liked that, liked it so much that she held his face between gentle hands and kissed him on the mouth with loving warmth, making him tremble some more as desire took complete control of his young mind and his body. Although he was obviously nervous, he allowed Cathy to assist in undressing him and then he was naked and she was playing a thrilling game with his penis and testicles, making the stiff little organ twitch with desire, being careful not to bring him to ejaculation.
"Tell me the truth, Bruce," she said as she took the naked, sweating boy on her lap. "How long has it been since you pulled yourself?"
"Two ... two or three days," he replied, his voice breaking.
"That's time enough, dear. Your nuts should be full of hot cream again, nice smooth cream that you'll shoot up my cunt when you fuck me. Fucking is so much better than just jerking off."
Telling Bruce to get off her lap, Cathy stood, moved farther from the bed, then stood with her feet wide apart, hands on hips and told him to come and kneel in front of her. He obeyed with eagerness that added to her excitement.
"I love to see a boy or a man on his knees before me, dear," she told him. "Now go ahead and play with me. Feel me up all over, anywhere you like. It's time to start making all of your sexy dreams come true."
His hands went to her thighs first, but it wasn't long before one hand was in her crotch, feeling her vulva through nylon panties, his other hand working around her to explore the lower portion of a magnificently big behind. He found the cheeks incredibly firm and so silken smooth. Her sighing and the sound of her labored breathing added to his excitement as he explored her body and thighs and she saw him crouching more deeply so that he could look up into her crotch.
"Isn't it exciting to look up into a woman's crotch, dear?" she asked in an intimate tone. "Don't my thighs look so white in contrast to my little black panties? Wait until you see up in my crotch when I'm bare naked. I have such a pretty little pink cunt. It's so pretty and soft that even some women plead with me to let them suck it and lick it."
"Do ... do you let them?" he asked, nervously as he felt an excitingly smooth inner thigh.
"Sometimes, but I prefer letting nice young boys suck me, suck and lick my cunt. Want to kiss the crotch of my panties?" she asked and without replying the boy turned his face up and then he was kissing, feeling the softness and warmth of vulva through the thin, body warmed fabric.
"Ooh, Bruce, that feels so nice. Suck a little and make me feel even sexier than I am. Oh yes ... that's the way ... you really know how, dear ... Doesn't my cunt feel nice and warm as you suck it through my panties? Suck a little more, darling. Yes, that's it ... hold onto my ass and rub it while you suck," she urged and he complied. "I think you're a natural lover," she told him and rubbed his head. "We're going to have such an exciting time together. Suck a little more and then I'll take you to bed. Think of it, dear, you're going to take me to bed and do all the sexy things a man does with a woman."
It made for very exciting thinking as the boy sucked on the crotch of her panties while his hands followed the curve of thighs and buttocks, his heart pounding, his stiff little penis feeling as though it would explode and spray the entire room with semen, then she gently removed his face from her wet crotch and rubbed a hand there, sighing as she told him how it excited her to feel her panties so nicely wet from his mouth.
He went to the bed with her and she had him lie on his back, then she was bending over him, making him groan with arousal as she kissed and licked his penis, pulled the skin as far back as she could, then the head of his penis was in her mouth, being rubbed between her lips. Warning herself not to bring him off too soon, she pressed down and took his penis totally into her mouth, bathed and sucked it for a few seconds, then she released it.
"Did you ever have your cock sucked and shoot your cream into a mouth?" she asked as she knelt above him.
"No. Do you do that to boys?" he asked, excitement in his tone, his eyes shining.
"Very often, Bruce. I love the feel of a hard young cock in my mouth. I like to feel it throbbing and swelling and then shooting all that hot semen for me to drink. After I suck a boy off, my throat feels so smooth, all coated with his warm cream. Maybe I'll suck your cock later, if we can get it up again after you've fucked me."
It was a thrilling prospect for the boy but then Cathy gave him a thrill of a different kind as she unzipped the top of the corselette with teasing slowness and as it began to part, he saw white skin and portions of breasts and then, with dramatic suddenness, Cathy pulled the garment down, her big, beautiful breasts jutted in bold nudity and a dry cry broke from the throat of the boy.
"Do you like my big tits, do you, Bruce?" Cathy asked, smiling proudly, confidently aware that for her age, her big breasts were magnificently firm as she made them sway from side to side to further arouse the panting boy.
"Oh yes," he gasped, then stared as she fondled her breasts, sighing and licking her lips as she squeezed them and made them bounce enticingly for him. "Please, Cathy, let me ... let me touch you ... your tits ... They're so big ... so pretty ... I want to touch," he told her, whining and causing her to tremble with hot arousal.
"Of course, darling," Cathy said warmly. "Kneel up in front of me and help yourself to my sexy big tits. Play with them with both hands, fondle them and rub them, but remember to be gentle," she told him as he scrambled to his knees. "After you've played, I'll give them to you one at a time to suck. Boys always love to suck my tits," she told him as his hands went to the firm breasts, "and to tell the truth, I love having them sucked. It makes these nipples get so long and so hard and it makes me feel so horny when a boy sucks my tits nicely. Mmmmm, that feels good, dear. Your touch is gentle and makes me feel all tingly in my horny cunt. Oh yes, that's the way to fondle my tits, Bruce darling. What a boy you are. What a wonderful lover. Here, dear, let me feed one of my big tits into your mouth. Be careful not to bite my tit while you're sucking it. Yes," she panted as she filled his mouth with breast and the boy sucked instinctively, holding the big globe with both hands while his mouth worked so well that Cathy kept sighing and moaning as she rubbed his head and urged him on in the thrilling sucking. As much as she loved the feel and view of a little boy sucking in her crotch, Cathy was as aroused by seeing and feeling a boy sucking on her massive breasts. When she was satisfied that the boy needed no guidance, she hurried a hand to her crotch and while the boy sucked, she fingered in mounting passion until she climaxed strongly, pulling his face more firmly against the fleshy cushion, holding it there until orgasm passed.
Releasing Bruce, she told him how thrilling it had been to masturbate to climax while he sucked her breast, then she moved his mouth to her other breast, he took a gentle grip on it then began sucking. Once again she fingered herself to climax while the boy mouthed the big breast and licked her sensitive nipples.
"How could you do that, I mean with your finger, while you have panties on?" Bruce asked later.
"It isn't hard if you've done it as often as I have, Bruce," she told him, smiling. "I tug my panties down a little, get my hand inside, and away I go," she explained, then pulled the tiny panties back up and got off the bed.
"Gee, you look so exciting with your nice big tits bare and the rest of you just barely covered like that," Bruce told Cathy and clutched at his stiff penis in confirmation of his words.
"Do you think I'll look even better when I take it all off, dear?"
"Oh yes. Are you gonna do it now?"
"I suppose I could, if you really want me to, that is," she replied with a teasing grin, then she turned her back, paused, then began working the black garment down over the wide expanse of her behind.
She did it slowly as Bruce stared, watching the boy's reflection in the mirror, then he saw the top of a smooth crack and the swell of the massive white cheeks and Cathy heard a little cry break from his throat.
Bending a little from the waist, she kept pushing at the corselette, taking her panties down with it, baring a behind so big and smooth and beautiful that Bruce made low groaning sounds and high pitched squeals of joy as more and more bottom came into view, then he saw it all, the total view of forty-six inch bottom, the deep, smooth crack between them.
Cathy paused in that position, then pushed the garments down her legs, taking her nylons with them, then she sat on the edge of the bed and stripped them off her feet, being careful that the boy didn't get to see into her crotch until she was ready.
She turned her back to him as she stood, then turned to face him, smiling warmly, and trembling with excitement as Bruce was.
"Well dear, how do I look in the nude?" she asked as she posed with hands on her hips.
"Oh Cathy, you're so pretty. You make me so excited all over."
"Including that hard little prick of yours, darling?"
"Oh yes. Especially my prick. It never felt like this before. It's like I'm gonna shoot my cream."
"Try not to, darling. Try to save it so you can shoot one load of it up my cunt and let me suck another charge in my mouth."
"Please, Cathy. Let me see between your legs, you know."
"Tell me what you want to see there, Bruce," she teased.
"Your ... your pussy," he said, a little shyly. "Nope, that's not the right word," she told him and put a hand on her well bushed mons veneris, rubbing suggestively.
"Your ... cunt," he managed with effort and blushed again.
"Ah, that's better. Don't be afraid of the words, dear. Words like cunt and cock and fuck and suck are so sexy," she told him.
"Are you going to show me your cunt now, Cathy?"
"Yes dear. I'll show it to you and let you feel my cunt. I'll let you play with it and finger it and then if you're as good as I think you're going to be, I may even let you kiss my cunt and suck it and lick it. That's a very special favor for any woman to grant to a man or a boy or even to another woman."
Being careful not to give him a preview of her vulva, she got onto the bed, turned away from him, then slowly parted her long, shapely legs until her crotch was wide open.
"You may look at my cunt now if you want to, Bruce," she told him and the boy scurried down the bed on hands and knees, stopping abruptly as he saw the pink lips in the white crotch. The dream of a thirteen-year-old boy had come true and what he saw caused his heart to hammer as never before.
"I see it, Cathy," he almost shouted. "I see your pretty cunt. It looks so nice and soft and pink."
"It is soft, dear. A woman's cunt is soft and so tender," she told him. "When you touch it, you must be very gentle and careful not to hurt it. Go ahead and feel my warm, pink cunt."
He moved closer, a hand moved over her left thigh and she felt it trembling as it moved to her vulva, touching lightly.
"Oh Cathy, it feels so nice and soft and warm," Bruce said as he explored her crotch with the trembling hand, rubbing the soft pink lips with a loving, gentle touch. "I always wanted to see a cunt and touch it."
"All boys want to see cunt and feel it and suck it and fuck it," Cathy told him. "Most of them have to wait many years. It just happened that you got lucky today. I could have picked some other boy, you know."
"I know. I'm so glad you picked me, Cathy. Do you like it when I rub your cunt like this?"
"I love it, dear. Be gentle and push a finger inside my cunt. Feel how soft and warm it is in my cunt slit, where you will put your stiff cock to fuck me. Remember now, be gentle, dear. You wouldn't want to hurt my pretty little cunt, would you, darling?"
"Oh no, Cathy. You're so pretty and so nice to me," the boy told her as he found the narrow slit, then parted it and stared into the interior which shone with recently stimulated juices.
"Like this, Cathy?" he asked and she felt the boy's finger probe gently into her slit.
"Yes dear, just like that. Just like your prick will push into my cunt to fuck me. Isn't it warm and juicy in my snatch?"
"Oh yes. Oh Cathy, I'm so excited," he told her and began to probe her vagina.
"Ooh, I like that, dear," Cathy said, sighing. "Move your finger all around. Work it in and out the way your cock will."
The boy did so, eagerly, moving into a more comfortable position, his other hand gently stroking a silken inner thigh, close to her vulva.
"I'm ready to have my cunt kissed and sucked and licked," Cathy told him. "Get ready for a thrill, you lucky boy. How lucky you are to be allowed to suck a woman's cunt at thirteen. I'll get into a better position so you can really get at it to eat it."
Moving him a little, she raised her legs up and bent them back over her body, presenting the slash in her crotch nicely, causing the boy to tremble anew as he stared at it and then at the curve of her big buttocks. Looking farther down, he gazed at a neat pink ring where her buttocks parted widely.
"I can see your ass hole," he told her, panting. "It's a pink one. It's pretty."
"Most ass-holes are pink, dear," Cathy told him. "I'll let you explore it later. Bring your mouth to my cunt now to kiss it. Start by kissing it and then you'll want to suck it. You are going to love sucking cunt. Come on, dear, don't keep me waiting."
Suddenly, Bruce wasn't sure he was going to like it, but saw that he had no choice. The woman had been so good to him that he couldn't risk angering her by refusing, so he steeled himself, took a deep breath, then brought his face down. His lips touched her soft, warm vulva, paused, then they pressed down eagerly and his mouth began mashing wetly in her crotch.
"See, dear? I told you, you'd love cunt lapping. You do it so well. Be greedy, darling, suck the sweet honey from my nice warm cunt. Oh yes ... yes ... suck, you darling lover boy."
Having discovered how thrilling the act was, he needed no urging as he sucked greedily while his hands explored the silk of thighs and hips and tummy and he listened to her moans and her panted words of encouragement.
"Get your tongue in my cunt, Bruce," she urged. "Lick all around. Oh yes ... that's it ... that's the way to lick a cunt. ... Lick baby ... lick and suck ... oh yes ... yes ... yes ... lap my horny, juicy cunt, you sweet boy ... yes ... yes ... oh yes ... ooohhhhh ... it feels so good ... Lap my cunt and make me come and then you'll get on top of me and fuck me with your stiff prick."
He used his tongue well and, following her panted words of guidance, licked to the top of her slit and found her clitoris.
At the first touch of his tongue there, Cathy's naked body jerked strongly and she cried out.
"Did I hurt you?" the boy asked, raising his face from her crotch. "I'm sorry."
"No you didn't hurt me. Get your tongue back in my pussy. Find my clit and lick it ... lick my clit and make me have a big, beautiful come. Find it, damn it, find my clit and lick it for me."
Sensing a trace of anger in the woman, he hurried back and began probing the juicy slit, then he found her passion bud and began licking it, his hands resuming their exploration of firm, smooth hips and thighs while he listened to her sighs and moans and felt her big body trembling.
"Lick, baby, lick," she panted. "I'm getting close. Don't stop ... I'm almost ... uh ... there ... lick my clit, lover ... lick ... lick ... now ... now ... NOOOOWWWWW," Cathy wailed, then climax came to call and she pushed his face away from her vulva, gave a low growl that turned into a shriek of ecstasy and threw herself on the bed face down, her big white behind jerking as spasms shook her for a long time while the boy stared in fascination and awe at the sight of a big, mature, naked woman in fierce orgasm and he delighted in the power within him that permitted him to make such a thing happen. His hands went to her buttocks and rubbed them lovingly as he waited for her to recover.
When she did, she turned over, sighing and smiling, bright eyes shining wetly in silent reward to the boy who had done his job so well, who had induced such a glorious orgasm with his mouth and tongue.
"Was I good, Cathy?" he asked eagerly as he watched her legs spread wide and stared at the wet slash he had so enjoyed sucking.
"You were better than good, darling. I've had my cunt lapped by more people than I could count, but nobody ever did it better."
"I'm glad you like it. Want me to suck your cunt again?" the boy asked, anxiously, licking his lips and tasting her again.
"Maybe later, dear. Right now, I think it's time to do something about that hard cock of yours. You like to dip it in my cunt and shoot your load inside me?"
"Oh yes. Oh Cathy, I can't believe you're gonna let me fuck you."
"Hop on the glory train and find out, dear. Stick your cock in my cunt and the next stop will be heaven. Find out how it feels to lie down on top of a naked woman."
Bruce needed no urging and he was panting loudly as he got on top of her smooth body, his penis twitching in her crotch as he hoped he would be able to perform the task.
"You play with my tits, dear," Cathy told him, "and let me guide your prick into my slit. Christ, what a beautiful pecker. You really have a bone to poke my cunt with. There, just drive that cock in me now, darling. Yes. Oohhh, that feels so nice. That's it ... all the way ... bury your bone in my cunt like a dog. That's it, darling, you're all the way in. How does it feel to have your prick buried in a hot, juicy cunt? Do you like it or do you want to pull your dick out and jerk yourself off?"
"I like it ... I like it. Please don't make me stop," he pleaded with tears in his eyes.
"I was only teasing, dear. Go on and fuck me. Just work your cock in and out until you shoot. I have a very talented cunt and when you start shooting, it will suck you like a mouth. I'll suck all the cream out of your nuts and leave you as weak as a kitten. You can play with my tits as you fuck me if you want to."
Bruce began stroking and was amazed at how easy the act was and how it felt to be working his hard penis in the soft warmth inside a woman's body. As he gained confidence, his hands worked on the big breasts and then he twisted a little so that he could get his mouth on one and as he rode his lovely, exciting woman, he delighted them both by sucking a breast.
"You fuck like an expert, Bruce," she told him and rubbed a hand in his wet hair. "Ram that stiff cock to me. Oh how I love being fucked by a gentle boy like you. Fuck hard, lover, don't be afraid. Let me feel you ramming in my crotch and on my belly. Oh Jesus, what a sweet fuck this is. What a stiff bone. Give it to me, baby ... fuck me ... fuck me silly ... yes ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck..."
All too soon, Bruce felt his loins tensing and knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back. He tried, but there was no way and he knew it, so he pressed down hard in the hot crotch, instinctively jabbed hard and fast, then he cried out and Cathy smiled as she felt the naked young body jerking out of control as his semen spurted strongly into her vagina and she used her vaginal walls to suck on the spending penis, draining him as she had promised she would.
It was an experience she had repeated countless times but the excitement for her was as great as the first time she took an innocent little boy between her big thighs and showed him a magical new thing.
With the first spurt, she brought her strong legs up high and embraced him tightly with them and with her arms, pulling him so tightly against her naked body that it was as though their two bodies had become one. As the boy groaned weakly when she sucked the final drops from his spent penis, Cathy released her hold on him and allowed him to lie panting and groaning on her warm, comforting body.
"Now do you see how much better it is to fuck a woman," she asked, "than to just jerk off in your hand?"
"Oh yes," he replied weakly. "Oh Cathy, it was so good. I heard a lot about fucking, but I never knew it was such a great thing. When I was shooting, it was so great and then I could feel your cunt sucking my cock. Is fucking as good as that every time?"
"It is if the two people know how to do it, dear," she assured him as she rubbed his back.
After a little rest, he went to the bathroom with her, squatting eagerly and staring upward as she squatted above the toilet and urinated, knowing how it usually delighted boys to watch that. After that, she thrilled him some more when she douched, telling him she wanted her vagina to be fresh so he could suck it again.
"There's nothing like a bit of cunt lapping to get your cock hard again," she told him. Before they left the washroom, Cathy lovingly washed his soft penis for him and did it with so loving a touch that he told himself it would erect again and he would be able to enjoy more sex with her.
They returned to the bed where they talked and played for a while, then she began fondling his penis. It showed promise of reviving, but not enough, so she moved down, kissed and licked it, then took it into her mouth and began sucking on it.
"Oh Cathy, that feels so good," he told her and she felt the little penis hardening. When it was fully erect, she took it out of her mouth and showed it to him while she made up her mind how she was going to soften it.
"Let me see," she mused aloud as she fondled it, "I'd like to feel this cock in my cunt again and I'd like to feel it push up my ass-hole. I'd also like to suck it and make it shoot warm cream in my mouth. I just can't seem to decide. Oh, what the hell, I think I'll suck you off and enjoy a nice drink of rich cream. I'll tell you what, you suck my cunt again and then it will be time for me to give you a blow job you'll never forget.
Bruce hurried his face into her crotch and began eating as her smooth thighs brushed his face while she played with her breasts. His licking tongue triggered a strong orgasm and this time she kept his face in the warm captivity of her crotch as she howled through it, then she parted her thighs again and invited him back for another juicy snack. He loved it and went on to give her another magnificent lapping which gave her yet another lovely orgasm.
"All right dear," she said as she sat up, "it's prick sucking time in heaven. Lie back and prepare to take your first cock sucking. I have a hunch you're going to go out of your mind with joy when I'm sucking the juice from this nice hard cock. Mmmmmm, your balls feel quite full, Bruce. I think I'm going to get a nice big drink of cream."
Turning, she knelt astride him and he stared upward in awe, marveling at the beauty of her big body, then he gave a little cry of delight as her mouth captured his penis and she pressed down until she had all of it in her mouth. She bathed it in warm saliva, then her face was moving up and down, giving him a delightfully slow sucking while he fondled her big thighs and managed to reach her arched behind to play there and increase his delight.
As she had guessed, it took a long time, but then she felt the throbbing and twitching that told her she would soon release his charge. She felt his hands grip her, strongly, heard his low gasps, then he was grunting loudly as his semen began to spurt into her greedily sucking mouth. She timed each suck to meet the next spurt and then he was drained again and Cathy's greedy mouth gave him a few more sucks that caused him to groan weakly before she slowly raised her head and allowed the spent penis to fall out of her mouth.
"You've had quite a day, Bruce," Cathy said as she sat on the rumpled bed beside him. "You've sucked cunt, you've fucked your first woman and you've had your cock sucked. Any complaints?"
"Oh no. Oh Cathy, I can't tell you how good I feel. I mean, I'm so weak. I don't think I could stand up if I had to."
"That's the way it should be, dear. I'm glowing all over and my cunt feels nicely raw from all that sucking."
"Cathy, will you let me come and visit you again?" Bruce asked, hope shining in his eyes.
"I'll be in town a few more days, so I guess so. I did plan on finding another boy to seduce, but I'm going to be fairly busy and probably won't have the time."
"Please, Cathy. Please let it be me. I'll try to do all the things just right for you."
"All right, darling. It's a deal. Thursday afternoon at one. Between now and then, you're not to pull yourself. Is that clear?"
"Yes, I promise, even though I'll get a hard-on every time I think about you."
"One thing more. You're not to tell anyone, not even your closest friend."
He gave her his word, dressed and left, then Cathy went to the bed again, this time to enjoy a brief but beautiful sleep.
When he paid his next visit to her room, Bruce found her excitingly dressed in bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and a white, sheer negligee. The sight of her caused him to tremble at once and his already stiff penis began to twitch with desire for the beautiful woman. It did some more twitching when Cathy gathered him into an erotic embrace and he reached around her to fondle her plump buttocks through the sheer garments.
"Why Bruce," she said with a little giggle, "I think you like my big ass."
"I sure do," he told her as he played with the big round cheeks.
"Then in that case, I think we'll concentrate on it this time. Do you know what buggering or brown holing means, dear?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, that's what we call it when the man sticks a nice hard prick up an ass-hole, either male or female. I like that when the cock is nice and slim, like yours. Do you think you would like to fuck me up the ass?"
"Would I ever," he responded and clutched her big bottom more strongly, squeezing the silken cheeks through their sexy cover of negligee and panties.
Telling the boy to kneel, she opened the negligee, Bruce moved close to her and then she closed the negligee around him and left him there to play. He went to work with his hands as well as his mouth and they both loved it.
When she let him out, she told him to undress and the boy did so, eagerly, showing her how stiff his little penis was as she reached to play with it, then she took her negligee off to let him admire the sight of her in bra, panties, garter belt and nylons. He liked what he saw and then what he felt when he reached for her with both hands.
"Come to bed now, dear, it's time for some sucky-suck," Cathy told the boy and he hurried to the bed with her. When they reached it, her bra had already been tossed away and he watched her generous breasts swaying as she got onto the bed, then she fed one into his mouth and he began fondling as his mouth sucked greedily, first one breast then the other until she told him to stop.
Cathy had him take her panties off, then he knelt close to her and trembled with excitement as the garter belt and a pair of sheer nylons made her look even more exciting to him than when she had been totally nude.
She allowed him to explore with his hands for a little while, then the churning inside her crotch told her she had to have more than just that, so she told him to lick his lips and get ready.
"Let's have some nice sucking and licking in my crotch," she told him as she raised and parted her legs to open a warm crotch for the boy. "I want a few nice comes before I turn over and give you my sexy ass to work on"
Delighted, the boy went down on her and kept his mouth and tongue busy in her crotch until she climaxed for the third time, then told him she'd had enough of that for the time being. Sitting up, she stacked two pillows on the middle of the bed, then she lay with her tummy on them, her lovely big behind excitingly elevated for the panting boy with the very hard penis that kept throbbing and twitching with lust for her.
"Start kissing and licking, Bruce," she told him in an exciting tone as she lay with her legs apart. "Give my ass a nice bath with your mouth and tongue."
Getting down between her legs, the boy held and rubbed her hips as he mouthed her behind, kissing and licking both cheeks until they shone with his saliva, then, not waiting to be told, he brought his face between the wet cheeks and went to work in her crack with his tongue, making her moan and writhe in passion that kept building as he licked with delightful avidity.
"Mmmmmm, that was nice, dear," Cathy told him as she got into a kneeling position with her head still down on her arms so that her behind was delightfully presented, the big cheeks well apart to display the deep crack and the little pink hole.
"Oh Cathy, you look so sexy like that. I can see it all," he panted, "your ass hole, your cunt and everything."
"Concentrate on my ass-hole, dear. Curl your tongue like this," and she showed him, "then work it up my hole for a hot reaming."
"Reaming?"
"Yes. That's when you curl your tongue up a woman's ass and fuck her with it. You work it in and out like a prick to make her hole ready for a nice ass fucking. Get to work now," she urged. Make my little pink ass-hole really want your cock. If you do it nicely, I'll let you get your prick up my tight, horny ass-hole for a lovely buggering."
Bruce paused to stare once more and then he buried his face in the open valley and began licking again. When told to, he curled his tongue and, with only a little difficulty, worked it into the tight anal ring and reamed the woman who panted and moaned as she turned her head to watch the sexy reflection in the big mirror as the boy reamed her as well as any boy ever had.
"Ooh, that was a lovely reaming," Cathy told him when she took her behind from him and dropped onto the pillows.
"I really liked it, Cathy. It didn't even taste like I thought it would."
"That's nice, dear. Now ride my ass with your pecker up my hole. You'll really love that. My big ass gives an excellent ride and my hole is so nice and tight."
"Oh yes, Cathy. Your ass is so pretty. I want to do it. I want to get my cock up your ass hole and fuck there."
"Come on then, darling, but take it easy. When you do it up the ass, you have to shove your cock in slowly, very gently."
With a quavering groan, Bruce mounted the bare behind and rubbed his tummy over silken cheeks, then he took hard penis in hand and went looking for her little back door.
She felt him tremble violently when he found it and then he was pushing his penis in, marveling at the joy he found in riding her smooth buttocks as he pushed his throbbing penis into the tiny little port of entry that he had so enjoyed licking.
When his penis was buried to the hilt, the woman's warm sigh told him how much he was pleasing her. Bruce was content to lie on her, savoring the firmness of her silken smooth bottom, his penis throbbing inside as his woman kept sighing warmly.
"Start fucking now, dear. Give me a nice screwing up the ass-hole. Fuck slowly and make it last. Oh what a sweet ass fucking this is going to be. I love a slim, hard prick like yours. Fuck me, you hard-cocked angel."
"Oh Cathy, this is really great," Bruce panted and began working his penis in and out at a slow pace.
"Yes, dear, lots of people don't know how nice it is to fuck up the ass. I love the feel of you on my ass and the thrill of your hard little cock up my hole."
"Is it nice when a big man fucks you with a big cock?"
"I'd never let a man get up my ass, dear. A big cock would hurt. That's one of the reasons I like boys for sex. I haven't let a man into my panties in years, only boys."
That suited Bruce just fine and he went on riding that silky behind until he felt the explosion building, tried to hold it back and failed. Grunting and panting, he pressed down hard on the nicely elevated buttocks, then felt strong, thrilling spurting of semen which drained him as completely as he had been drained previously by her vagina and her wet mouth. When he finished, he lay there for a long time just savoring the ecstasy of it all.
Later, when they erected his penis again, Bruce wanted to bury it in her behind again, but she told him she wasn't in the mood for it. She also rejected his pleas that he be allowed to put in in her vagina or her mouth.
"You see, dear, a cock can pick up germs in an ass-hole," she explained. "It wouldn't harm the cock, but it very well could transfer those germs to the mouth or the cunt and that would be bad."
"Then you mean we can't do anything else?" Bruce asked, sadly.
"That isn't quite true, dear. I'm going to cream my tits with your cock. I have a feeling you'll enjoy that."
"How do we do that?" he asked, puzzled by the term.
"I'll show you, dear," Cathy said and leaned back on a couple of pillows against the head of the bed, then had the boy kneel astride her hips.
"Do you enjoy pulling yourself, Bruce? Do you like the feeling when your semen shoots?"
"Yes, but not as much as fucking your cunt or your ass hole or having you suck my cock."
"You'll enjoy this, dear. I'm going to give you a nice, slow jerking off. When you shoot, you'll spurt your cream on my tits, then I'll rub it all over them and make them so nice and sticky. That's why it's called creaming tits."
"Gee, that sounds like fun. I never had anybody pull me."
"It is fun. I know a woman who-likes to have a man give her a hard spanking until her ass is all red and tingly, then he jerks off on her ass and rubs his semen all over it. That doesn't turn me on though, because I don't enjoy getting that kind of a spanking and besides, I can't see the semen shooting on my ass. When that cock is spitting all over my tits, I can really see it and that excites me. Ready now, dear. Here we go with a nice hand polish for your hard little prick."
Taking his penis in hand as she had done with so many of her boys before, she gave him an unhurried, gentle hand job, talking warmly to him as he stared at her naked breasts and at her gentle hand, then he told her he was almost ready to ejaculate.
"That's nice, dear ... that's nice ... just relax ... I'll do all the work ... Your cock is swelling ... Here it comes, Bruce. Now ... yes ... shoot ... shoot..."
Panting as he panted, Cathy guided the spurting penis so that his charge was equally divided over her big breasts until he was finished and she squeezed a few final drops from the softening tool, then let it go.
Bruce stared at the streaks of semen on her breasts and then Cathy was smiling and licking her lips as she used both hands to smear the sticky fluid all over her more than ample breasts. When the task was finished, she brought her hands to her mouth and licked away the rest of the sticky fluid.
Telling the boy to get up, Cathy went to her suitcase for her vibrator. He watched wide-eyed as she got back on the bed, turned the unit on and, after sucking on it for a little while, she inserted it into her vagina and vibrated herself until she climaxed strongly.
Bruce was fascinated with the machine and when he asked, she allowed him to use it on her, instructing him until he was doing it just right, then he went on to bring her to a strong orgasm and she clapped her big thighs together, filling the room with exciting sounds while waves of orgasm swept strongly over her.
"I wish I had a cunt," he told her. "It must be fun to be able to do that."
"Let's find out, dear, she told him, then had him get down on all fours. Holding him around the waist, she brought the tip of the vibrator to his anus, buzzed there a little, then slowly inserted it into his rectum, making him squirm.
Gradually, she fed more and more of it into him, then she worked the vibrator in and out like a penis. After Cathy had given him a sound buggering with the unit, she took it out and he told her that he really wasn't all that crazy about it.
As a parting gift, Cathy told the boy that when he felt the need for exciting sex, he should walk around the shopping district of the city and look for well dressed women of about her age.
"They're usually sexually starved because their husbands can't look after them," she explained. "When you spot one you like, slip her a note telling her you'd love to suck her cunt and her ass hole and to fuck her and do anything she wants. A lot of them will act horrified, so you should walk away from them as you pass the note, but watch closely. More often than you may think, she'll give you a smile and come over to talk about it. I suspect you'll get invited into a lot of bedrooms and get all the sex you can handle."
"Will I ever see you again?" Bruce asked, hopefully as he looked into her eyes with adoration and a trace of sadness.
"Who knows, dear. At home, I have a stable of young boys to serve me. Each time I go on a trip, and sometimes even in my own city, I find new boys and seduce them the way I seduced you. I'll go on doing that the rest of my life. The next time I come here, I'll look around. If I find you, then we'll have a lusty romp in my bed, if not, then I'll find some other nice, gentle boy and let him find out what goodies I keep inside my bra and panties."
Later that evening, Cathy flew on to another city where she had business to conduct and, on the first day there, she returned to her hotel with a pretty black boy of thirteen. Her big, white body delighted him in many ways and before she let him out of her room, feeling very weak in the knees, she had given him a college equivalent course in sexuality.
Sex with little boys is still very much Cathy's way of life. She gets plenty of enjoyment from her string of boys in her home city, sometimes bringing two or three to her home together for orgies, other times going hunting in the city for new boys who are invariably delighted by the way she removes their innocence and by the equipment with which she performs the erotic operation.
CASE HISTORY 2
There was just enough light for Marion to see the area around her clothesline as she hid in the woodshed, well back from the old country house in which she lived. Three pairs of her panties had been stolen from the line over the previous two weeks and she was determined to catch the culprit. Earlier, while it was still light, she had hung out a few items including a pair of panties. She was prepared to lose them in an effort to catch the thief.
Marion had slipped into the shed at dusk and had waited more than an hour before she heard the sound. Moving closer to the window, she held her breath, then saw the culprit approach. To her amazement, it was a boy. She watched as he looked around, reached up, snatched the panties and turned to flee. His escape path led him past the end of the shed and Marion hurried to that window.
"Andy!" she gasped in astonishment as she recognized him but remained rooted to the spot in shock. Of all the people in that village, Andy was the last one she would have suspected. He was a shy, pleasant fourteen-year-old who lived nearby with a father and two older brothers. Before she could get over the shock the boy was long gone in the country dark. Marion went back to the house and poured herself a drink.
She wondered why such a nice boy would steal clothes off a line, then a picture began to form. Rather than an act of theft, it was, she saw, an act of sexuality. She hadn't heard of any other such thefts in the village and he stole only her panties. As the picture formed more strongly in her mind, Marion found herself becoming sexually aroused. Far from being afraid of them she poured herself another drink and encouraged it to happen.
Two years of widowhood had left her in a sexless state. What sex there was available to an attractive, intelligent, thirty-eight year-old widow in the village, didn't interest her at all. There was masturbation and while it was not as good as the real thing, it was better than the alternatives.
And she was lonely too, since her daughter had married and moved to a distant city. For security she had a dog who could bark loudly enough to wake her and she had a gun to do the rest, so that she wasn't afraid of the solitude, but she was lonely. She had thought of giving up country life and moving to the city, but she felt she didn't have the strength to cut off everything she had ever known and start over again in the cold, impersonal atmosphere of a city. And then her thoughts returned to the boy.
In stealing her panties, he was indicating that he found her sexually exciting. Perhaps even then, he was alone in his room, or somewhere else, with the panties he had taken off the line. She pictured him naked, feeling her panties, picturing how they looked when she wore them, how she looked as she pushed them down to step out of them. Perhaps he was masturbating with her panties as his stimulant, ejaculating his semen into them as he hungered for more than just panties, for her body, for all the things that must be little more than a mystery to so young a boy.
Sexual arousal continued to grow until Marion checked to be sure the drapes were carefully drawn, then she stripped naked in the dining room where she had been sitting and picked up her drink. As she downed the rest of it, she felt her body trembling with sex hunger, stimulated by alcohol and she knew that as she masturbated, it was going to be especially good. Her little dog looked up with an expression of curiosity.
"Don't bother looking, you silly little twit," she said to the animal in a friendly tone. "I've tried to teach you to lick my cunt, but you're hopeless. Maybe I can do better with a little boy, a nice, gentle boy who loves my panties and whose cock gets hard when he plays with them and jerks off in them. I think he'd be much easier to teach, much more eager to take what I have to offer right here," she said aloud as she put a hand in her crotch and lightly rubbed her vulva, feeling a surge of sexual arousal.
Naked, she walked into the kitchen and to the vegetable bin. After musing silently for a few seconds, she selected a carrot, not a big one, since a boy of Andy's age wouldn't have a big penis, she told herself, then found one that seemed just right, long and slim and nicely firm.
"Yes, Andy," she said as the fantasy built, "you may feel my cunt a little. Do you like the feel of my cunt? I'll bet it's the first cunt you've ever touched, isn't it? My, your prick is nice and hard, dear. Yes, I love the feel of your hard cock. I'll bet you'd love to put it in my cunt to fuck me, wouldn't you?"
Between questions, the panting boy gave her all the right answers and then she was pushing the carrot up into her vagina, moaning with passion as the fantasy became so real, so exciting.
When she had pushed most of it into her slit, she began to walk around the room, her thighs rubbing together, allowing the carrot to make contact with her clitoris. She had played games like that before, had even walked outside with a carrot tucked into her slit, held in place by her panties, had walked in the same manner until she achieved standing climax that was always made more exciting by the naughtiness of doing it outside, rather than in the privacy of her home.
Her mind filled with exciting images of the boy, she walked slowly around the room, keeping her thighs rubbing together, the contact with her sensitive clitoris so delicious that it was not far removed from being painful, nicely painful, like the kind of sting a brisk spanking produced. That thought changed the course of her fantasy and she returned to the kitchen to get the smooth, carefully shaved wooden lath she and her husband had so often used in their spanking games.
"Don't try to get off my lap, Andy," she said aloud as she stood before the mirror, her back to it, her body bent slightly from the waist. "I'm going to warm your bare ass like this ... and this ... and this..." she panted as she spanked her own naked buttocks and felt the delicious tingling heat begin to spread.
It had been so long since she'd spanked herself, but as she played the game, arousal flared more hotly and each stinging smack of the spanking stick increased the heat in her crotch as well as that in her shapely buttocks.
In her fantasy, the boy squirmed and cried as he lay on her naked thighs, but for all his crying, she felt his penis throbbing stiffly between her thighs.
"Take your spanking, you naughty boy," she told him and went on spanking her already red streaked buttocks. "After it's over, if I'm satisfied with you, I'll let you put that hard little dickie in my cunt for a nice fuck. Keep your bare turned right up so I can smack it. That's it. Take it ... take it ... take it ... spank ... spank ... spank ... there, you naughty boy ... there ... there ... there..."
And then it was time to drop the stick, she rubbed her thighs together hotly, then her body was jerking in orgasm, one that was bigger and better than any she had known since the death of her husband, an orgasm that went on and on and on and left her feeling weak-knead and glowing.
With the carrot still in her vagina, she returned to the table, poured another drink, took a big sip, then went to admire her soundly spanked behind in the mirror. Marion loved what she saw there and what she felt as her buttocks tingled madly. Arousal surged even more strongly as hands rubbed the hotly tingling rounds, then she returned to the chair, put her hot bottom down on the cool leather seat of it and trembled so that she couldn't pick up her glass, so she left it and, moving to the edge of the seat, spreading her legs wide apart, she took the end of the carrot between a thumb and two fingers and began working it in and out her churning vagina, feeling the lubrication of the juices that had already been stimuated. After her next orgasm, Marion was able to pick up the glass and slowly empy it.
That done, she did something she hadn't done in years, did what her husband used to do after he had masturbated her with a carrot. Sitting at the table, she took it from her vagina and slowly ate it in small, very tasty bites until it was all gone. After that, though her mind told her she would probably be sorry in the morning, she poured herself another big drink and took it to bed.
There, her behind tingling warmly, her vagina seeming to be filled with a golden glow, she allowed her mind to move back over the exciting solo session of spanking and masturbation, then all the way back to the boy who had triggered it all, the fourteen-year-old panty bandit.
It was then that Marion knew clearly what had been going on in the back of her mind all through the erotic session. She knew just what she was going to do. She would bring the young boy to her house, confront him with her knowledge of what he had been doing, would spank him, then take him to bed and seduce him.
There was no doubt in her mind that she could pull it off and as she waited for sleep to move in, she no longer felt lonely. It wouldn't be just a one-time thing. Once the boy had tasted the forbidden joys of sex, she would have him to serve her whenever she wanted. She would teach him all the games she and her husband had developed, would train him to be a perfect love. True, she admitted, his penis would be very small, but it would grow as he grew and with the training she would give him, he would be her devoted lover, her sex slave, for as long as she wanted. That, she told herself with a wide smile, would probably be a very long time.
Next morning, Marion woke feeling surprisingly clear headed and still very excited. She drank a cup of strong coffee, then went to do a couple of hours work in her garden before breakfast, liking the feeling of the early morning air that was just nicely cool as the sun struggled to pull itself over the horizon.
The market garden was a hobby she loved, but more than that, it served to augment the income left by the insurance. Alone, the insurance income would have supported her, but she felt better about extending it by her own work, making sure that she wouldn't have to worry about income later when she may not have the strength to operate a market garden.
Marion got through the morning and early afternoon nicely, then called a halt and told herself she had earned a drink. As she poured it, she looked at the clock. School would be out in just over an hour, time enough for her to bathe and dress in her sexiest clothes as she prepared her campaign of seduction.
She hadn't worn the black garter belt since the death of her husband, had found no reason to, but there was a very good reason that day. She doubted that the boy had ever seen a woman in a garter belt and nylons, in matching black silk bra and panties that had been imported from Paris.
Marion was ready before school ended so, warning herself to be very careful, she poured herself another drink and then went to the front window to watch for the kids returning from school. As she waited, she sipped the drink slowly and felt heat and desire building in her crotch and spreading out to warm and thrill her all over. In just a few minutes, Marion told herself, just a few more minutes and a whole new life was going to begin. And then she saw the children hurrying noisily away from the school, along the dusty road, the rowdy ones well ahead of the others, Andy bringing up the rear, walking slowly, as though daydreaming, she though, daydreaming of an attractive woman whose panties he kept hidden away in some secret place.
When she called to him, he paused, looked nervous, then he came to the doorway, stealing a look at her face, then his glance going down as he shuffled nervously in her presence.
"Did you decide to give me the job for vacation?" Andy asked. "I don't care what you pay."
"Yes, dear, I'll probably hire you to help with the garden," Marion told him, "but there are things we have to discuss first. Come on in and I'll find us something cool to drink."
Andy went into the house behind her and she felt his gaze on her body, nicely outlined in the dress that was a bit too tight and too short so that it showed the swell of her plump bottom and a teasing view of lower thighs encased in dark, sheer nylons. In the kitchen, she got drinks for them and then they were seated in the living room, Marion sitting opposite the boy, crossing her long, shapely legs slowly and making sure he had enough to look at to keep him nervous. For a few minutes, she engaged him in small talk about the vacation job she was offering him, then she decided to take the first step.
"Mind you, Andy, there's one little thing we have to get out of the way first," she told him with a strange, almost secret smile.
"What's that, Mizz Carter?"
"It has to do with my panties. Three pairs of them, in fact. Let me see, white, black and red. I think you'd better return them to me."
His face flamed hotly with shame and she thought he was going to cry. Despite her desire for the boy and her plan to spank him, she felt tremendous sympathy for him.
"It's all right, dear," she said as she went to sit close to him on the couch, putting an arm around his shoulders and drawing his face down to her breasts. "I'm not angry with you, Andy. I understand that boys have pretty strong sex hungers and that it isn't easy for them to do much about it. It was a matter of sex, wasn't it, Andy?" she asked in a gentle tone as she held the trembling boy.
"I ... yes," he admitted with difficulty. "I must be crazy," he added and began to sob.
"No dear, you're not crazy. I think you took my panties because you like me and you think I'm pretty, isn't that it?"
"Y ... yes. How did you know?"
"I know a lot of things, dear. As you fondled my panties, you probably thought about what it would be like to see me wearing them, taking them off, being naked. Isn't that the way it was?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, Mizz Carter."
"It's all right, dear. We can let it all out and then it will be easier. You'd be alone with my panties and your prick would get hard and you'd be very excited. Am I right so far?"
"Yes," he replied, so faintly that she could barely hear.
"And then you'd pull on your prick and think about me as you did and then you'd shoot your semen into my panties. Am I right, Andy?"
"How ... how did you know? I'm sure you couldn't see me."
"No dear, I couldn't see you, but I understand sex more than you do, I suppose. Being sexy and not having a partner to do things with can be very rough. I know about that."
"Yeah, but you're a grown up. You can do it whenever you want. Nobody wants to do anything with a kid like me."
"You have a lot of wrong ideas, Andy, but we'll talk about it and work things out." Marion told him and felt his face as it rubbed subtly against the form of her breast.
"Aren't you mad at me, Mizz Carter?" he asked and then the boy found the courage to look up at her face.
"No, dear, I'm not mad at you. You're a good boy and there are things bothering you, but I think I can help you with them."
"Even after you found out that I stole ... you know..."
"My panties? Panties don't cost all that much. I think it would help you get over your guilt if I were to punish you in some way and after that, we could work everything out."
"What do you mean, punish me?" the boy asked, his eyes wet.
"Well, for one thing, I could take you over my lap and give you a spanking. Did you ever get spanked at home?"
"No."
"Do you mean you've never been spanked."
"No, I mean, yes. I mean I've never been spanked."
"Well, Andy dear, that's going to change right now."
"You mean you're really going to spank me?" he asked in disbelief.
"That's right, Andy. You must be punished for stealing my panties. I'm going to take down your pants and drawers, you'll lie across my thighs and I'll spank your bare ass."
"I guess it will hurt a lot," he said in what Marion saw as an indication of submission.
"Not that much, Andy. I don't plan to be cruel. It will be just an ordinary hand spanking. Mind you, it will sting your ass and you'll be crying before I finish, but I don't plan to be brutal. Take your shirt off now, dear."
The boy paused, blushed some more, then his fingers were trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt and obediently took it off.
"That's good, Andy," Marion said as she walked to the armless chair she and her husband had called the spanking throne. "I don't want to get my dress wrinkled, so I'll just pull it up out of the way."
She heard a gasp from the boy as she raised the hem of her dress high enough to show him how her black panties snugged around her body, then she sat, showing lush white thighs above expanded tops of dark, sheer nylons.
"Come to me now, Andy and I'll bare your ass for a nice dose of spanky-spank."
As he walked to her, Marion saw him staring at her boldly exposed thighs and wondered if he had an erection. As she moved her knees wider apart so that he could stand between them, her dress rode higher and the boy looked down at the black nylon that curved into her crotch, tendrils of black hair peeping out around the cuff of the clinging garment which contrasted so excitingly with her lovely white thighs.
"I guess you've never had your pants taken down by a woman," Marion said as she opened the top of his pants and slowly slid his zipper down. "You know, dear, this whole thing may not be as bad as you feared," she added as she saw a bulge in his briefs, the bulge of an erect penis.
She allowed his pants to fall around his ankles, then reached for the briefs, anxious to see the item that caused the bulge.
"Please, let me keep them on," he protested, almost sobbing. "Please ... you'll see..."
"I'll see that your dick is hard, Andy? Is that it?" she asked and rubbed a hand over the bulge. "Don't let that upset you, Andy. It isn't unusual for a man to get a hard on as he prepares to get a spanking. I've spanked a few men before and each time there was a stiff prick when I pulled the briefs all the way down. Let's see how big your hard-on is right now," she sad and heard him whimpering as she pulled the plain white briefs down and watched his stiff penis standing in strong erection.
"You have quite a big cock for a boy of fourteen, Andy," Marion said as she took it gently in her hand and slowly drew the skin back from the head to admire it. "Think of it, Andy," she told him as she fondled his penis, "this is the prick that has been shooting semen into the panties you stole. That will be something for you to think about while I'm spanking you and making your bare ass sting. Lie across my lap now and prepare to take your first spanking."
Marion had to help the boy into position, felt his stiff, aroused penis brush over her thigh, then she tucked it into an excitingly warm nest formed by her thighs and felt it throb as she gently pressed the thighs together then patted his buttocks, marveling at the smoothness and whiteness of skin below a dark tanned back.
"Are you suffering yet, Andy?" she asked as she played with his upturned behind.
"No."
"You mean it isn't too terrible lying on my nice smooth thighs with your hard dick between them?" she asked and gave each buttock a squeeze.
"N ... no."
"That's nice, dear. Just lie still now and I'll sting your bare ass with a good spanking. Don't bother trying to be brave, I won't stop until you're crying nice and loudly. Ready now, here we go," she said, then her hand rose and as it came down, filled the room with the ringing sound of the smack.
A little gasp escaped the boy, but he didn't cry, though that didn't surprise Marion. She spanked with a steady rhythm, slapping from one cheek to the other, gradually turning smooth cheeks from white to pink, then he was squirming and sobbing on her thighs as she stepped up the force of the slaps. As Marion spanked, she scolded, the way she always had when spanking her late husband, making the project even more exciting for her as her open hand kept rising and falling, each spank making clear, exciting sounds as it added to the color of the stinging cheeks of the boy's behind.
And then sobbing and sniffling turned to crying as lovely red glowed there, driving the woman wild with arousal. Harder and harder she smacked the bobbing cheeks as he cried, kicked, squirmed and begged her to stop, but Marion was very much aware that the penis between her thighs was still hard and throbbing.
When she forced herself to stop, she held the boy on her thighs, fondling and massaging his buttocks while his crying softened and turned to wet sniffling. For a few seconds she gave his penis a massage with her silken thighs, but stopped when she realized that she could cause him to ejaculate that way and spoil her plans to take him to bed to be seduced and trained.
"You took your spanking very well, Andy," Marion said, still playing with his glowing, tingling buttocks. "Get up now and take your pants and drawers right off."
"Aren't you ... sob ... finished spanking me?" he asked as he seemed reluctant about getting off the lush thighs, then he obeyed.
"I may be finished spanking you, dear. A lot depends now on how nicely you obey me. Strip naked at once, Andy."
He did and as she watched his penis twitching, Marion was amazed that he hadn't fired his charge between her thighs, but as well as being amazed, she was delighted at the thought that in a little while, he would be spurting his semen inside a hot, clinging vagina, hers.
"What are you going to do to me now?" the boy asked as he stood naked, his hands folded over his penis.
"Unless you put your arms at your sides at once," Marion, sounding severe without anger, told him, "I'm going to let you come back over my lap for another spanking. If I want to look at your hard cock, I'll look at it. Is that clear, Andy?"
"Yes, Mizz Carter," he told her and moved the hands away, blushing as she stared unabashed at the hard young penis.
"Come and stand between my thighs again, Andy. I want to test the heat of your ass cheeks. Mmmmm," she mused aloud as the boy obeyed and she fondled his tingling buttocks, "that is the way a ass should feel after a spanking, nice and hot. Is your ass feeling hot and tingly, Andy?" she asked as she played and felt arousal soaring to new heights.
"Oh yes. It's so hot and tingly," he replied and Marion, her heart pounding, knew he loved the way she was feeling what she had so soundly spanked.
"Now then, Andy, we have to do something about your habit of stealing panties, don't you think?"
"I ... I don't know. You did give me a spanking."
"True, but I don't think that's going to cure you. If it was such terrible punishment, how come this cock is so stiff?" Marion asked and closed a hand around his penis, causing him to squirm. "No, I think we'll have to do something else, Andy. I think I have an idea."
"What is it?" he asked with obvious apprehension.
"I think that if panties and bras and that sort of thing weren't such a mystery to you, your problem would go away. Tell me, Andy, would you like me to take my dress off so you could have a good look at me in my bra and panties?"
"I sure would," he blurted and his eyes went wide.
"It must be terrible for a boy not ever to have seen a woman wearing a bra and panties. Shall I take my dress off and let you see how I look in my sexy lingerie, dear?"
"Oh yes, please ... please."
Arousal burning so hotly that it was almost fever, Marion opened the top of her dress, smiled at the boy, then pulled it down and his eyes popped at the sight of the black bra, the cups seeming to be overfilled with breasts, exciting, creamy white breasts. Marion posed for a few seconds, then pushed her dress down over her hips and let it fall to the floor.
"Oh!" the boy gasped and though his open mouth moved as if he were trying to say something, no words came out. Gracefully, Marion stepped out of the dress, then squatted, giving the boy a thrilling view of her crotch as she picked up the dress, then he got a different view as she walked across the room with it. She bent to fold it carefully over a chair and in doing so, what had already struck the boy as being a beautiful big bottom, widened, making the panties stretch so that he could see even more clearly through them, could see the deep cleft between the lovely, smooth, white cheeks which he hungered to touch.
"Do you like the way I look in my lingerie, dear?" Marion asked as she turned to smile at the panting boy whose penis was twitching visibly.
"Oh yes, Mizz Carter. Gee, I never saw anything like this."
"Are you enjoying it, dear?" she asked as she walked to him.
"Oh yes. I feel so trembling and ... like ... weak ... funny."
"What you feel, darling, is called randy or horny or sexy. In fact, that's the way I feel too. Spanking your bare ass on my lap really made me horny. I can feel my hot cunt tingling," she told him, then put a hand between her thighs and slowly rubbed it on the crotch of her panties. "I feel so horny I'm tempted to take you to bed, get that cock up my cunt and fuck you. Are you scared, Andy?"
"Oh no. Do you ... really mean it?"
"That's what I really feel like. Do you know how to fuck?"
"I ... I could try. You could help me," Andy told her as she went on rubbing in her crotch.
"I suppose I could, Andy. After all, I do know quite a bit about fucking. I haven't been fucked in a couple of years, but I used to do it a lot. I remember how good it always felt when that hard prick slipped inside my cunt and pushed all the way in. Oohhh," she said and rubbed more hotly in her crotch, finding her panties a little moist, "just thinking of getting fucked makes my cunt tingle. Maybe I will show you how to go about fucking a woman, Andy. How would you like to play with my tits first and get me nice and horny? Play with my tits and suck them and lick them for me," she said as she unhooked her bra between the cups, pulled the cups away to display lovely breasts, then she tossed the garment away and sighed as both her hands fondled her breasts, then moved away to make room for the boy to do what she had done.
She saw his hands trembling as they reached for her breasts and heard little moaning sounds which seemed to come from deep in his throat.
"Oh Mizz Carter ... your tits ... they feel so good ... so nice and smooth ... they're the first tits I ever saw ... oh, it feels so good," he panted as his hands kept moving over the nicely jutting breasts.
"It feels good for me too, dear. I love having my tits fondled like this, played with. Feel how big you've made my nipples get. Let's go to my bedroom, dear and I'll give you my beautiful tits to suck. Would you like to suck my tits?"
Andy assured her he would love to, then they hurried to her bedroom. As they entered the room, the boy saw her reflection in the mirror, saw her luscious breasts bouncing and he hungered to fondle and suck them. When she told him to, he got onto the bed and lay on his back. She paused to admire the sight of the naked boy, his penis stiffly erect, then she got onto the bed and knelt beside him.
"Get ready, dear," Marion told him as she played with her big breasts, tweaking the already hard nipples. "I'm going to give you my big tits to suck on. Lick your lips, dear. There, that's right. Here it comes, Andy," she told him as she began to lower her body to him. "Here comes a nice big tit to suck."
But still she didn't deliver the breast to his wide open mouth. Instead, she rubbed the nipple all over his face, her heart pounding, tongues of fire licking in her crotch. While he waited to feel the silken breast in his mouth, Marion kept teasing, slowly rubbed the nipple over his lips, then, with a heated sigh, she pressed down firmly and filled his wide open mouth with breast, pressing hard, trying to get more and more of it into his mouth as he began sucking.
"Ooh, that's nice, darling," Marion urged as she pressed down harder. "It's been so long ... so long ... suck, darling ... suck ... suck ... I love the way you suck my tit ... suck ... suck ... suck..."
And the boy enjoyed the sucking as much as Marion. While he sucked one breast, then the other, his hands roamed behind her, rubbing and squeezing plump buttocks through silk panties, then he became bolder and worked his hands inside the panties, fondling the fleshy rounds that felt smoother than silk, going into the valley between to savor the thrilling warmth he found there. As he played and sucked, he hungered to tear the black garment off so that he could see everything of her, especially that mysterious place in her crotch, that which he had talked about, heard about, but had never seen.
"Ohh, what a lovely tit sucking that was, dear," Marion said as she took the breast out of his mouth and they stared at it together, admiring the hard nipple which had been well sucked so that it shone dark red, wet with the boy's saliva. "No man ever sucked my tits better than that, Andy dear."
"It was so nice, so exciting. You didn't mind me doing that with your ass, did you?" he asked, his eyes shining and his voice breaking with emotion.
"I loved it, dear. Would you like to take my panties off for me or would you rather watch me doing it?"
"Please, I'd like to take them off. That's what I always dream about when I'm playing with a pair of your panties. I close my eyes and pretend I'm taking them down and seeing you all bare, your ass, your ... between your legs, everything. I love your panties."
"Well then you'll take them down for me, Andy, but first, I want to let you feel one more place," Marion told him, then she lay on her back and opened her crotch wide for the eager boy.
"Go ahead and feel my cunt through my silk panties, darling," she invited. "My cunt is soft and warm and it feels so sexy and hot through silk panties. Yes, oooh, that feels nice ... I really love the gentle way you rub the crotch of my panties. I'll even let you kiss the crotch of my panties if you like. Go ahead and kiss, dear," she said, panting as she opened her crotch wider to welcome his face.
Eagerly, he hurried his face between her lovely thighs, his breath warm in her crotch, then he was kissing the warm silk and making her moan. Allowing instinct to guide him, he began sucking in her crotch, feeling the softness of her vulva through the moist silk, aware of how the sucking caused her to tremble, sensing that she loved what he was doing as he rubbed her hips and sucked wetly, trying to pull the taste of her through the silk which snuggled against that mysterious place.
"Oh God ... God ... yes, darling ... yes ... suck ... suck my panties ... Oh what a lover you are, darling ... suck ... suck ... suck my cunt ... oh yes ... yes ... yes..." she panted and her hands rubbed his head, pulling his face more firmly into the wet warmth of her crotch as she scaled new heights of sexual ecstasy.
"Oh darling ... darling ... Please take my panties off and then suck my cunt. Suck my cunt and get your tongue in it and lick it ... Suck and lick my cunt and make me have a great big come. Lap my cunt and then I'll let you fuck me."
While the words poured from her, Marion got off the bed and stood beside it, her right hand rubbing the wet silk where the boy had sucked, then he dropped to his knees behind her as she stood trembling and, very slowly, he peeled the black silk down and unveiled a sight so beautiful that he thought he was going to cry.
"Oh ... oh..." he panted. "It's so pretty ... your ass is so nice ... the cheeks are so white and smooth and round and your crack is so nice."
He drew the panties down until they were at her feet and as she stepped out of them, he stared upward, feasting his eyes on all the beauty that was framed by the black garter belt.
Still on his knees, he hurried around her and stared at the triangle of curly hair which nestled between her milky white thighs.
"I can't see it," he said, disappointment in his voice.
"You mean my cunt, darling? You'll see my cunt. We'll get on the bed and I'll give you my cunt to see and to touch and to kiss and lick and suck. Give me my panties first and I'll give you a special treat."
His hands trembling, he picked up the panties and handed them to her. As he stared, she turned them inside out, found the crotch and smiled as she held the back of his head with a gentle hand, then pushed the panties into his mouth.
"Show me how much you love my panties, darling," Marion whispered. "Suck my panties where they were pressed on my nice warm cunt. Oh yes, that's so exciting to watch, dear. I love to watch a man sucking the crotch of my panties. Come to bed now, darling. Come and I'll give you my cunt. You must be very excited at the thought of seeing your very first cunt, are you?"
"Yes, oh yes," Andy panted as they got onto the bed and he felt his breath catch in his throat as she parted her legs wide and he stared at the soft pink lips in the hairless crotch that opened so wide for him.
His fingers were gentle as they stroked her vulva, then he gently parted the lips to see the magic place, that entry place where he would soon push his penis to know the joy of being in a woman, of stroking his penis in and out, of shooting semen right inside a woman.
"Come to me with your mouth and tongue, dear," she said, pulling his face closer. "Press your dear face in my nice warm crotch. Suck and lick my cunt. Make me have a lovely come, my darling boy. Make my cunt all slippery with juice so your hard cock will slip right in to fuck me. Yes, that's it ... ooohhhh..." she panted as his mouth came down warmly on her vulva and began sucking, greedily, making slurping sounds the way her husband had done.
He sucked beautifully and when Marion told him to, he worked his tongue into the slit and she felt it probing, licking around, keeping her sighing and panting and squirming and then she guided the tongue upward with panted words until it found her tender, sensitized clitoris and he went on to give her a magnificent licking. Holding and rubbing her hips and thighs, Andy gave her such a skilled licking that she was amazed and then came the magic moment, that ultimate lick which triggered orgasm.
It was so strong, so fierce that Marion later wondered whether she had forgotten what real orgasm was like or whether she had never previously experienced such fierce climax. When she told him how marvelously he had performed, Andy glowed and trembled with pride and excitement, then she invited him to lie on her body.
"Come and take your first fuck, darling. Stick your prick in the cunt you sucked and licked so nicely. I'm your woman now. Fuck me, my darling. Fuck my cunt and shoot your hot cream into me. Flood my belly with the rich juice from your balls. Get on top of your bare naked woman and fuck her up the juicy cunt."
Even as she panted the words, Andy was in action, groaning with passion as he lay atop her silken body, fumbling in her crotch until, as if by magic, his penis slipped into the wet, warm slit and instinct showed him how to bury it to the hilt in that soft, warm, juicy place.
Her hands cupped his buttocks and found them still warm from the spanking as she pulled at him.
"Do you like the feel of having your cock in my cunt?"
"Oh yes. It's so good. I can't believe it. What do I do now? Do I just work my cock in and out of your cunt?"
"Yes darling, yes, that's all there is to fucking. Take your nice fuck now, dear. That's the way ... yes ... yes ... screw me ... oh I love it, dear. I love the lovely way you fuck me."
Her arms held the panting boy warmly as he rode her, his pink buttocks bobbing, their reflection in the mirror driving the woman to new heights of passion and then she heard Andy's groan of despair and knew he was trying to stall ejaculation.
"Let it go, dear. Let your prick shoot all your cream in my cunt. Shoot it to me, darling. Shoot it all up my cunt," she panted and tugged at his buttocks, then he was shooting, the sound of his grunts and groans and gasping adding to the joy she felt as her vagina sucked on the spending penis with delightful greed, sucking the boy until he was so weak that he was on the verge of fainting.
Later, after he had rested on her body until some vigor returned, Andy rolled off and lay beside her, watching with awe and excitement as she closed her eyes and sighed warmly while she probed her slit with a long finger, found it nice and juicy as she had known it would be, then she masturbated until climax swept over her again.
When she opened her eyes, Marion saw that the boy held her panties in his hand.
"Please, may I do something ... with your panties?" Andy asked.
"Anything you like, dear," she replied, wondering what he had in mind.
Holding her slit wide open with the tips of his fingers, Andy gently worked the silk panties into the juicy opening as the woman squealed with delight, guessing what was to follow. For a long time, he probed her vaginal slit with the panties, then he took the wet silk out, held it under his nose and she heard his deep inhalation, then the panties were in his mouth and he was sucking, obviously delighting in the mingled taste of semen and vaginal juice, making love to her panties the way he had made love to her body.
Later, Marion was wearing a pair of red nylon panties and the stage was set for yet another game. She had described the roles carefully and the boy, despite his wild arousal, made it clear that he understood totally as he scolded the woman who knelt at his feet, sobbing and pleading to be spared what he threatened, then she was standing before him as he sat on the spanking chair, bending from the waist as she pushed the red panties down to present her white buttocks to be spanked.
She sobbed more loudly as she lay across his thighs with her naked bottom so enticingly presented and then Andy began spanking. Instantly, he understood why she found that game so exciting. As his hand rose and fell, changing white cheeks to pink and then a shade of red which matched her panties nicely, he decided that spanking a woman's bare behind could be every bit as exciting as sucking in her crotch or probing the juicy depths of her with a stiff penis.
He moved the spanks around generously as he listened to the woman's girlish crying and saw the lovely buttocks twitching in anticipation of each spank'. Even after the twin rounds became bright red all over, he applied a few more spanks before he could force himself to stop, then he was panting with desire, his penis stiffly erect as he watched the lovely woman dancing around the room, big breasts bobbing in her hands rubbed her hotly tingling buttocks.
And then the dance was over and she went to the bed where she dropped onto her hands and knees, her rosy red behind aimed right at him, her knees wide apart, the lovely pink lips showing.
"Isn't this a beautiful sight, darling?" she asked as Andy stared. "See how red my tingling ass cheeks are. See how warm my little pink cunt looks. I'll show you what to do to a woman after you spank her ass, while her cheeks are all hot and tingly. Come and kneel up behind me, lover."
The boy approached her, eagerly and then his penis was in her crotch as he held her by the hips and rubbed his tummy all over the beautiful red cheeks.
"Find my cunt, lover," she told him. "Find my cunt and put your hard prick in it. Ride my rosy red ass and fuck me while that delicious tingling is still so hot in the cheeks of my bare ass. Find it, dear ... find my cunt ... get in my cunt with your cock and fuck me ... There ... yes ... oh yes ... all the way in ... all the way up my cunt ... oh yes ... fuck me ... ride my ass ... be a little rough ... spank my red ass with your tummy ... listen ... spank me and fuck me ... Smack me with your hands too ... yes ... yes ... ooohhhh ... ow ... ow ... oohh ... yes..."
Wild with delight, the boy rode her beautiful red behind and, with her urging him on, he spanked her hips and upper thighs until, like her buttocks, they glowed excitingly red and felt hot to the touch. He lasted much longer the second time and was able to give her a delightful spanking before he felt the familiar churning and stopped slapping. He gave her a few fast strokes, then pulled her hot, chubby bottom tightly against him and felt sure he was on his way to heaven as he jerked and twitched against her lovely behind as he drained himself for the second time while the warmth of her well spanked behind filled his body and his senses with a glow that he felt sure would never wear off.
What had been planned as just a seduction became a wonderful love affair between woman and boy. They played many variations of the spanking game, employing leather-soled slippers, wooden hair brush, a rubber fly swatter and a leather belt. And when they weren't spanking, they were playing other games, trying every act in every possible position.
After six months, the threat of tragedy struck when Andy's father announced that they were going to move to the city. The boy was terrified at the prospect of life without Marion. When Andy begged his father to let him stay, the man became suspicious, became even more so after the boy suggested that he could live with Marion and work on her farm to pay his board. His father told him he would think of it, then, the next day he sent Andy to town on an errand, a trip that would keep him away for four hours at least.
The man wore a strange smile as Marion admitted him to her house. He told of how his son didn't want to leave and had suggested that he could live with her. Telling him how much she liked Andy, Marion agreed that she would be happy to have him stay with her.
"It's just like I figured," he told Marion with a grin. "You're more than just friends. I wondered why he spent so much time here, but now I know. You been fuckin' my kid."
Marion denied the charge but wondered if she looked or sounded convincing.
"Don't worry, I'm not mad," he told her, his grin widening. "What a damn lucky kid to have a pretty woman like you to fuck. I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'll let him stay here with you, but you gotta pay me for it."
"What do you mean?" Marion asked, apprehensively as the thought of blackmail filled her with terror.
"You're a real pretty woman, Marion. I'd sure like to watch you takin' off all your clothes, layin' down on a bed, bare naked, your legs wide apart. I'd like to lay down on top of you. I got somethin' real big and hard to stick up your cunt. You follow me?"
"I follow you," Marion told him, smiling with relief. "One time. After that, you leave us alone. Do we have a deal?"
"A deal. Jesus Christ, let's get goin'. "
Marion walked ahead of him to the bedroom and as he went into the room behind her, he clutched at her buttocks through her dress. He was rough, but she told herself she could take anything if it meant having her young lover live with her.
When she started to take her dress off, he moved back and licked his lips. She undressed unhurriedly until she was nude, her body held proudly, then he opened the top of his pants and pushed them and his shorts down. He did indeed have a big and hard something to put into her vagina; she saw and hoped it wouldn't hurt too much.
They got onto the bed, he played with her breasts and big buttocks a little, then he mounted her without having touched her vulva. She was dry and he hurt her as he plunged the big penis into her. Not wanting to cry out, she bit into the heel of her hand as he worked the big penis into her vagina until it was buried, then he was humping her, panting like an animal as he battered her open crotch.
The act was short lived and then it was over and he was getting up, tucking his wet, spent penis back into his clothes, still breathing hard as he looked down and the beautiful, naked woman who lay with her crotch wide open, eager to get to the bathroom and wash away the ugliness of him.
He proved to be a man of his word and when, less than two weeks later, he and his other sons moved to the city, he left Andy behind with Marion.
Andy is still there. He is a happy, strong young man in his early twenties now and the love and excitement they share is obvious in both of them, seems to shine from them like a golden aura.
CASE HISTORY 3
Hazel hadn't intended to masturbate when she sat at her vanity to do her hair. She had just come from the shower and was naked. The urge came on suddenly and strongly and forced her to put the brush down.
She didn't usually masturbate when her fifteen year-old son was at home, but he was safely in his room, she thought, and she could be careful to keep orgasm quiet. While she tried to talk herself out of it, her hands went to her full breasts and at the first touch, her nipples hardened, passion flared and she knew there could be no turning back.
Getting to her feet, she admired her reflection in the mirror, pleased that at thirty-seven she still had as beautiful a body as she had ten years before, when her husband left her to live in Mexico with the woman who had been his secretary.
He had left her with their five-year-old son and with a generous income, but with a sexual hunger that kept growing. Hazel could have married again, she supposed, but because of Greg, her son, she didn't dare. She loved him enough for two parents and wouldn't risk further damaging him by bringing another man into the house. To avoid that risk, she just didn't date, depended on masturbation for whatever measure of sexual gratification it provided. It wasn't nearly as good as the real thing had been, but it permitted her to keep her sanity.
Her nipples felt super sensitive as she admired their reflection in the mirror. Her body seemed to be glowing, the sight of it adding to her excitement.
But what Hazel didn't know was that the sight of her naked body was even more exciting to her son as he crouched outside the door, peeping through the keyhole as he had done many times before, his penis hard and throbbing with desire.
He stared at the wide, gently swelling behind he so loved, never tired of feasting his eyes on. The twin swells looked so smooth, would be so exciting to touch, he thought as he opened his fly and took his penis out. Later, he would masturbate as he always did after peeping at his mother when she was dressing or undressing, but he didn't want to release the exciting charge while the thrilling show was going on. He would save that for later.
Hazel turned from the mirror and paused, giving the boy at the door the most complete view of her body ever, then she let a sigh escape as her hands moved to her inner thighs, fondled, pressed, then moved into her crotch and rubbed slowly, warmly.
Only then did the boy realize that for the first time, he was going to see his mother doing something more than just dress or undress, she was, he suspected, going to do some female version of the exciting thing his hand could do to his penis.
A tiny voice in the back of his mind told him to go away and give his mother the privacy she needed, but he wasn't in the mood to listen so he stayed, his eye close to the keyhole as the naked woman stood rubbing a hand in her crotch, then using the other hand to caress a breast. Staring intently, his penis throbbing and twitching with desire, Greg was just barely able to resist the urge to masturbate then and there.
And then, the preliminaries over, the naked woman went to the bed, sat, then fell back, her knees parting wide. A low groan broke from the woman as her right hand worked in her crotch, then the room was silent and he watched as her hand moved in a steady rhythm, doing something just out of sight of the boy, something that made her obviously feel very aroused, very excited, very good, Greg observed as he stared at his mother's naked body, saw it begin to move strangely, saw it tense, saw her body jerk upward, then she was jerking strongly on the bed, her body writhing as she panted through fierce orgasm. At the same moment, Greg lost all control as his semen strained beyond the point of holding, then he gave a low, broken groan and he was spurting his charge all over the door, his body trembling.
Toward the end of climax, Hazel thought she had heard a sound, a groan that wasn't hers. As she listened, the boy's twitching body betrayed him, causing him to hit the door of his mother's bedroom.
As he heard the sound, the boy felt panic flare. Semen still spurting from his penis, he turned and ran toward his room. When Hazel forced herself to open her door and prove to herself that her son had been watching her masturbate, a good deal of evidence was there on the door, oozing in slow, lazy trails. Hazel felt her face flushing with embarrassment, yet the rest of her body suddenly became very cold and almost numb. She was barely able to walk back into her room and lie face down on the bed. She thought she wanted to cry, but she was mistaken. What she really wanted, she decided, was to die or at any rate, to vanish from the face of the earth. Neither happened and then she sat up, knowing that she had to talk with her son but not having the faintest idea of what she would say.
Later, still with no idea of what she was going to say to the boy, Hazel put on a negligee and went to his room. As she knocked, she heard the bed creak, he called for her to come in and she did. Greg stood with his head bowed, his cheeks fiery red again as he mumbled an apology, then broke into tears and fell on his bed, crying like a very little boy.
"There, there, baby," his mother said as she went to sit beside him, to comfort him. "It's all right, dear. What you did was no big thing. So you watched me fingering myself. I guess the world will go on spinning."
Slowly, patiently, Hazel worked with her son and then he was talking, telling her, haltingly, how for a long time then, he had been peeping through the keyhole as she dressed or got undressed. She showed no anger as she held her son and heard all the words, heard him tell of excitement at the sight of a naked woman's body, of sexual arousal and of masturbation and a following guilt.
"You'll have to stop feeling guilty, dear," Hazel said.
"But how, Mom? I know it isn't right for a boy to stare at his own mother like that, to get, you know, the way I get."
"Who says it isn't right? I have a pretty nice body and any normal boy who saw it would get a hard-on, I suspect. Do you always get a hard-on when you see me naked?" she asked in an almost light tone that made it easier for her son to reply.
"Oh yes. Even before you're naked. When you get in the room and I know you're going to undress, I get hard right away. As you take your clothes off, I get harder and harder and I get all sweaty and trembling. Oh Mom, it's so exciting. I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't help it. You're so pretty, you make me feel so good. I'm sorry, Mom."
"That really isn't anything to be sorry about, Greg. I have to find some way of making you see that guilt could hurt you, could destroy you. Look, let me show you something that may work, she said as she got off the bed, opened the flowing garment, shrugged it off her shoulders and it fell into a pool around her feet as she stood nude before her wide eyed son.
"There, Greg, look at me," she told him with a smile. "I want you to really see me naked, all over," she told him, then turned her back and wriggled her behind as he felt his penis stirring, wondering if it could possibly get hard again so soon after such a big ejaculation.
"There, dear, there," she said as she walked around the room, "can you understand that you shouldn't feel guilt. It was my idea to show you my naked body. Here, look closely," she said as she cupped her breasts from below and made them dance excitingly for her panting, perspiring son. "See how my pretty tits can dance? Don't you think I have nice tits, Greg?"
He managed to stammer a word or two, the light in his eyes telling her how beautiful he found her to be, how exciting in a sexual sense.
"I'm not sure just what we're going to do, Greg dear," the woman said as she walked to him and put a hand on his shoulder, her naked body so close to his that it seemed to burn him, "but we're going to get things worked out. I'll leave you alone for a little while. Go ahead and think of how beautiful and sexy my body is and of how I showed it to you. If you get hard and want to pull yourself, then go on and do it. As I've tried to make clear to you before, your body needs to function normally and masturbation is just as normal as peeing. We'll talk some more later, darling."
Alone in her room, Hazel sat on the bed, naked again, her mind working overtime but producing little more than a continuing confusion. She thought of what she had done in stripping naked for him and thought she should feel horror, but she didn't and then she realized that as she had posed in the nude for her son, she had become wildly aroused and still was.
And that presented her with a brand new problem. Her son was finding sexual arousal in peeping at her, what was going to happen to them if she allowed herself to get into the same state? Hazel thought of the word incest, but she pushed it away, that was something other people did.
Hazel postponed her thoughts and spent a few hours of the evening wit her son, trying to appear casual, to help him relax, and then he went to bed and she was alone. All the thoughts and desires and fears returned at once and formed a nightmare jumble. Later, Hazel was still trying to sort the various thoughts out when sleep claimed her, but she woke next day with all the thoughts still churning there, taunting her.
By the time her son returned from school, Hazel felt that she had worked the problem out. Whether the path she had chosen to take was right or terribly wrong she couldn't be sure, but she knew which way she was going to go.
Greg had grown up close to his mother, almost without any friends at all. In childhood, it had been easy for her to play all the roles, but childhood was behind him and she had to prepare to play one more role, a role which society would condemn her for since she was his mother.
"Screw society," she told herself as she watched her son approaching the house, alone as always. "We're all we have, just the two of us. I'm going to make special rules for us. My son is going to learn that sex is a beautiful thing, part of love. I won't have him destroying himself by guilt. Any guilt that has to be picked up and carried, I'll look after."
Hurrying to the door to greet her son, Hazel threw her arms around him and felt instant response as she held him close to her, making him very much aware of the remembered beauty and excitement of her naked body, aware that that same body was so close to him, covered by a few clothes, things that could very easily be taken off.
"Do you feel excited, dear?" Hazel asked her son as she felt him pressing firmly against her breasts and tummy.
"Yes. Oh yes. What's happening, Mom?"
"Only very nice things, dear. Very exciting things. I can't really be sure myself, but let's go to my room and see what happens."
Taking her son by the hand, she led the way to her room and as she closed the door behind them, though they were all alone in the house, she heard it close with a different kind of sound, as though it were closing off everything out of the past and another door was opening to admit the mother and son to a strange new world.
"Let's start with a kiss," she said as she took Greg into her arms again. "I don't mean those formal type kisses. I'll show you what a really sexy kiss can feel like," Hazel told her son as she brought their mouths together, warmly and wetly with his body trembling against her, the form of his stiff penis hard against her tummy.
The kiss went on and on, her tongue exploring his mouth as he pressed against her, then her hands rubbed down his back until they were fondling his buttocks. Instinctively, Greg did the same and he thought his hard penis would explode as he fondled the twin rounds through thin dress and panties, felt the firmness of flesh, explored what he had peeped at and lusted to touch.
"Mmmmm, this is so nice, darling. It's so sexy," Hazel said, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered. "I love the way those hands fondle my ass. It makes me feel really horny, darling. I can feel how hard your cock is. I can see that you're just as randy as I am. Are you feeling randy, my darling, are you?" she asked hotly and squeezed his buttocks, making his penis throb some more.
"Yes. Oh yes. Oh Mom, your ass feels so smooth and sexy. Oh Mom, I'd love to see and feel it all bare."
"You will, darling, you will," she promised in a whisper. "You'll see me and feel me all over, bare naked. You'll have it all, darling, my ass, my thighs, my tits," she lowered the volume of the whisper, "even my cunt. Do you want my cunt to play with and to fuck, darling? Do you want to fuck me like a real man?"
"Oh Mom ... Mom ... Mom ... do you mean it? Do you really mean all that?" he asked as his mother held him and rubbed against him with a body that felt on the verge of breaking into flames.
"Yes darling, I really mean it ... I mean it all, Greg. A whole new life starts for the two of us today. We stop fighting hunger and frustration. We have each other, darling and we have so much to give, so much happiness to collect from now on. I'll teach you, darling. I'll teach you everything there is to sex."
"Oh yes, Mom, yes. I'm pretty dumb about that, but I want to learn. I want to learn it all," he panted and she felt very strong fingers digging into her buttocks through her clothes as passion consumed the perspiring boy.
"You'll learn it all, dear. Take your clothes off now so we can start learning."
"You mean all my clothes?" the boy asked nervously as his mother stepped back, smiling.
"That's just what I mean. Let me see you naked, dear."
"I ... I'm scared," he told her and she saw him blush.
"Fancy that," she teased with a little laugh.
"How many times did you peep at me while I was undressing?"
"Oh, I see what you mean," Greg told his mother and gave a nervous laugh as he began undressing.
"My, you've grown since the last time I saw you undressed," Hazel observed as he pushed his pants down and she saw the form of his erect penis through his briefs. "Ah yes, you really are a big boy," she added when he pushed his briefs down and a hard erection waved at her from above a nicely filled sac which hung temptingly between smooth, girlish thighs, Hazel thought as she stared and licked her lips, then the boy was stepping out of his clothes, naked.
"For a boy of fifteen, you have a man sized cock, darling," Hazel told her son as she walked to him and gently closed a hand around the stiff shaft, giving it a little squeeze. "I'll show you a nice place to park this beautiful prick while we have a sexy kiss," she went on, then raised the hem of her dress high and guided the erection into a warm nest formed by the crotch of her panties and her silken smooth thighs. "Yes, I'll feel your man-sized cock throbbing in my crotch while we do some sexy kissing. Do you like having your prick parked in my hot crotch?"
"Oh yes, Mom, yes," he said, panting, then she brought warm mouths together, open mouths which mashed wetly through a fierce kiss which became more intense when her tongue invaded his mouth, probing and lashing, urging his tongue to join in the sexy game.
Aroused by the kiss and by the silken confinement of stiff penis, Greg reached under his mother's dress and played with her buttocks through and around her little nylon panties, then as he became bolder, he worked his hands inside her panties where firm, smooth nether cheeks drove him wild as he fondled them while the kiss went on and on and on until he feared he would ejaculate in his mother's crotch before he could get his weapon into her very secret place.
Sensing his fear, Hazel ended the kiss and backed away from the boy, freeing his penis, then she opened her dress and slowly raised it up and up, baring more and more until she pulled it to the top and allowed it to fall to the floor.
"Oh Mom, you look so sexy in your bra and panties," the boy gasped, panting as though seeing her for the first time, her big breasts jutting in the black cups, her tummy excitingly curved.
"Is it still exciting after all the times you've peeped and watched me undressing?" Hazel asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes, oh yes. It's more exciting than it ever was. You're so beautiful and so sexy, Mom. Please let me feel you all over."
"I think I'd enjoy that myself," Hazel told her son and took one step toward him, then both his hands were swarming over her.
"Oh Mom ... Mom," he said, his breathing labored, "you're such a beautiful woman, so sexy. You feel so good. I always wanted to do this when I peeped through the keyhole."
"What a horny son I have, but I'm very happy about that," she told him, urging him on as his hands fondled the cups of her bra. "You like my tits, do you, dear? Did you like peeping when I was taking my bra off? Do you want to see and feel my bare tits, you randy darling?"
"Oh yes, Mom ... oh yes ... I'm dying to play with your tits and feel them and everything."
"Then I guess you'd better unhook my bra and take it off for me, dear. I'm much too lazy to do that myself," she said and her son caught his breath as she turned.
What Hazel packed into the cups of the bra put quite a strain on the garment, making the hooks difficult to slip. The fact that his fingers were trembling didn't make it any easier, but Greg was determined and then the last hook had been slipped and he felt hot arousal gripping him as he pushed the straps down her arms and she turned to face him as the garment fell away, her lovely breasts in thrilling nudity as they jutted toward him, the nipples looking so beautiful pink on their creamy white perches.
"Be gentle dear," Hazel cautioned her son as his hands reached for the twin offerings. "My tits are very sensitive, but they like to be played with and sucked. I haven't had my tits sucked in a long time, darling. Are you going to suck them for me after you've played with them for a while?"
"Oh yes, Mom. I'll do anything you want. I'll suck your beautiful tits and anything else you want me to suck."
"Anything, darling?" she asked in a heated whisper as he fondled her breasts lovingly.
"Anything. I'll suck your ass if you like that. Honest, Mom. I once heard a guy say he sucked a girl's ass. If that would make you feel good, I'll do it. I'll suck your ass-hole."
"I don't think we need go quite that far today, darling," Hazel told the boy, "but I must say, it's been a long time since I've had a lover to suck my cunt for me. Women love to have their cunts sucked and licked by a randy lover and they get such big, beautiful comes out of cunt lapping. I could really enjoy that if you'd like to do it to me, dear."
"You bet I will. Will you show me how to do it right?"
"Yes dear. I'll teach you how to lap my cunt. After you've felt your face in my crotch once, you'll want to go on eating my cunt forever. You're going to find out, dear, how exciting cunt lapping can be. My cunt is juicy and so tasty," she told him, then she fed a breast into his mouth which opened wide to receive it and then he was sucking as she rubbed his face and head with both hands, urging him on, panting as mounting arousal drove her wild, caused fires to burn fiercely in her crotch as she waited for the feel of his mouth and tongue there, but for the time being, she was more than delighted with what his mouth was doing to the breast she kept pressing firmly into his wide open, sucking mouth.
"Oh yes, Greg, you really know how to suck tit," Hazel said, her voice husky with passion. "I love the way you do it, the way you hold my tit with both hands while your sexy mouth sucks it. Yes, baby ... yes ... yes ... suck Mummy's tits. Oh yes, that's so nice, baby ... here ... here ... take my other tit in your mouth now ... yes ... here it is, darling ... oohhh ... here ... here...," she said, panting as she pushed the big breast firmly into his mouth, pulling on the back of his wet head at the same time. "Suck, baby ... suck ... suck ... suck..."
Holding his warm mouth firmly on the breast, Hazel put her other hand inside her panties, worked a finger into her slit and went to work there. She fingered unhurriedly as he sucked on her breast and then her body was jerking in orgasm as her son continued sucking on the creamy smooth breast and she rubbed his head with both hands until the storm was over, leaving her in a golden glow of contentment.
"Did I make you come by sucking on your tit?" he asked.
"You helped an awful lot, dear, but while you used your mouth on my tit, I fingered my cunt. It made for a big come, a really great one."
"Please, Mom, I've never seen your cunt. Please let me look right in your crotch so I can see your cunt at last."
"Oh, I suppose that could be arranged, dear, but you'll have to do a little work first."
"What kind of work, Mom?"
"You'll have to take my panties off for me. Kneel down, darling," she told him as she turned her back to him, then he was on his knees, staring at the black nylon panties right in front of his face, seeing the shadowy crack between white oval cheeks which were only partially covered by the black panties.
"Oh yes, Mom, yes," he said, panting. "I'll take your pretty little panties off. Oh Mom ... your ass ... your ass..." he panted as he pulled the panties down very slowly..."it's so beautiful ... your cheeks are so white and smooth ... it's so beautiful ... so sexy..."
"Does it excite you to take my panties down, darling?"
"Yes ... oh yes ... yes..." he told her as he pulled the tiny garment down the bottom slopes of her buttocks and stared with mounting passion into the valley between.
"More than when you watched me taking my panties off?"
"Yes ... even more than that..."
"Take my panties right off, dear, and then I'll let you look at my cunt. Since you're such a good boy, I think I'm going to allow you to suck and lick my cunt. You'll love the horny taste of cunt, you sexy little darling," she told him as she stepped out of her panties, then she turned, moved her feet wide apart and smiled as the boy scrunched down and stared up into her crotch, blinking as his eyes fought for focus.
"Can you see my pretty little pink cunt, darling?" Hazel asked.
"Yes ... oh Mom ... It's so pretty ... I'm so excited ... I feel my cock throbbing like it's gonna break off ... oh Mom ... Mommy."
"Look, baby, look," she told him and he saw her fingers move in her crotch, parting the pink lips so that he was able to see right between them. "Have a good look at my hot cunt. See where you're going to suck and lick. Look at it, baby."
"Oh yes, Mom, yes ... yes ... yes," he panted and she saw that he had his hard penis in his right hand, masturbating.
"Stop that, baby," she said as she bent and took his hand. "Save your nice hard-on for later, after you've lapped my cunt. You'll want your prick nice and hard so you can stick it right up my cunt to fuck me. You do want to fuck Mommy, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Mom, yes ... I didn't mean to pull myself ... I just couldn't help it."
"That's all right, baby. Come to bed now and Mommy will give her darling boy a nice warm cunt to suck and lick. Your tongue will lick the warm honey out of Mommy's pretty cunt and then you'll lie down on her belly and fuck her with your hard cock, won't you, darling boy?" she asked as she led him to the bed, then she lay back and sighed as she opened her crotch for the boy and he buried his face into it, his mouth finding the soft pink lips and beginning to suck greedily, making the woman squirm hotly as she moaned with passion and massaged his face with her thighs, spurring her son on to suck more greedily as he discovered that the act was as thrilling as she had said.
"Oh yes, dear, yes ... yes ... You do like sucking my horny cunt, don't you? Suck, baby, suck ... Suck my cunt just like that ... oh suck ... oh suck ... oh suck ... suck Mommy's nice cunt, darling ... suck..." she urged, panting, her body jerking so that her wet crotch rubbed back against his face as hands reached under her and captured her firm buttocks.
After he had sucked for a long time, Hazel told him to get his tongue into her slit. Instantly, she felt him work his tongue between her crotch lips and then he was probing, lapping, his hands pulling upward on her smooth behind, his tongue driving her wild as she lay moaning, her hands busy, squeezing and rubbing her breasts, hurting them just enough to add to her delight.
Before he had been licking very long, Greg felt Hazel's body tensing, felt her back arching high in passion, then he heard her cries of ecstasy, felt her big thighs trapping his face, rubbing hotly as climax swept over her and kept rocking her in wave after delicious wave until it passed and she lay sighing, her eyes shining wetly, her deep sighs telling Greg how well he had done his job, how good he had made her feel.
"It's about that lovely hard prick of yours, darling," she said as she reached for it when he moved up to lie close to his mother, one hand toying with a firm, smooth breast. "How would you like to do something nice with it, darling?"
"Something like what, Mom?" he asked, hoping he knew the answer.
"Something like sticking it all the way into my cunt and fucking me? You're not too tired to fuck me, are you, dear?"
"Are you kidding?" he said as he moved over her. "I really want to fuck you, Mommy. I want to put my cock in your nice slippery cunt and have a fuck."
"That's what I want too, dear. Lie right down on me and get your beautiful prick into my cunt. My snatch has been so nicely prepared for a fuck, angel. Yes, baby, do it ... that's it ... oohhh, that feels so good ... Be heavy and fuck me hard ... Don't be gentle ... Ram that prick into this cunt and fuck me silly ... Oh Jesus ... I'm so horny for cock ... Ram it to me, baby ... ram it up my cunt and fuck me all the way to heaven ... Make me feel that juice shooting hard and flooding my belly ... Ride me, darling lover, ride this bare naked body ... Make my cunt tingle while you fuck it."
While she was still panting the words, Greg got onto her tummy, pressed into her crotch and felt the soft warm vulva as he probed for the slit that would permit entry.
"Oh yes," he heard his mother gasp as he felt the hot slit closing around his penetrating penis. "You're in my cunt, darling ... Ram it all into me and then start fucking me."
Greg needed no urging and then his penis was buried and he was humping, panting as he worked the stiff penis in that soft, moist place, his body battering her wide open crotch.
"I'm fucking you, Mommy, I'm ... uh fucking you. Is it good? Am I fucking you right?"
"You're fucking me beautifully, darling. Keep right on ramming my cunt with that beautiful stiff prick. Fuck, dear ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me..." she panted as he rode her as fast as he could, his penis feeling like a beautiful hard blur in her churning vaginal slit.
His eyes closed tightly, he saw his mother in a variety of poses, all nude or semi nude, all the ways he had seen as he peeped through the keyhole, but this time it was so real, so much more thrilling than he had ever imagined as his body pressed and rubbed on her naked body and her arms held him.
"Oh ... I'm gonna ... I'm..." he panted and before he could finish the statement, he was spurting semen as never before, his body jerking and twitching in the soft warmth of crotch, her arms holding him strongly, her legs raising to wrap Greg in a thrilling double embrace as he pumped semen into her in what promised to be a never-ending ejaculation.
But it did end eventually and he lay tiredly atop her.
"What a lovely fuck you gave Mommy, darling," she said, her tone as thrilling as the words. "You filled my hot cunt with cream. I can feel it trickling out and oozing down in the crack of my ass. Oh Jesus, what a lovely fuck that was, darling. What a glorious fuck. I feel really fucked right down to my toenails."
The sudden flurry of sexuality triggered menstruation, Hazel discovered a couple of hours later and she cursed the lousy timing as she inserted a tampon, then went to her son to break the bad news.
"Does that mean we can't fuck anymore?" the boy asked.
"Not for four or five days, darling. We could, but it can be pretty messy. Cheer up, we can play lots of games," she assured him.
He reached for her to start finding out about those games, but she wriggled away and told him they'd have dinner first and although he didn't feel hungry, he went to the kitchen, his loins churning with desire as he stole feels of breasts and thighs and buttocks as he helped prepare the meal which he was able to eat after all, much to his surprise and then he was crouched under the table, his hands feeling the firm, smooth thighs of his mother, thighs that parted wide so the boy could examine the crotch of her panties which was warm, very warm and exciting, as he told her and then she got up, drew him to his feet and as they embraced, he reached under her skirt so that he was able to play with her buttocks and thighs as they shared some very wet and exciting kisses and his penis came to full erection and throbbed against her.
They hurried to the bedroom and after much more playing, Hazel had her son strip naked, then remove her clothes a bit at a time, both of them delighted by the excitement of doing the job slowly, kissing and touching what he dared until the woman was naked again.
At one point, she lay face down on the bed as the eager boy fondled and patted and kissed her buttocks, then he gave her a surprise as he slowly worked a finger into the ring he found deep in the valley between her beautiful buttocks. It made her squirm and sigh, so he gave her a long fingering as she let him know how much she enjoyed it.
"How would you like to try something different, darling?" she asked as she rolled away from him and got onto her hands and knees, her breasts swaying pendulously, her naked behind excitingly arched, nothing hidden from the eyes of her son.
"Sure, what?" he asked as his hands returned to the big buttocks, fondling them lovingly.
"Well, I've never taken a cock up my ass-hole. I'm told it can be nice, but I'm not sure. Let's find out, dear. If it hurts me, I'll tell you to pull your cock out. Let's try, darling. Kneel up close to my ass and work your cock in for a taste of buggering. I think I'm going to like it, but try it slowly at first. Slip it to me gently, darling. Find my hole with the tip of your stiff prick and shove it into me."
Greg found the little pink target quickly, pushed at it and felt his penis push into it rather easily. When he felt the tightness of her anal ring and gazed fondly at the lovely, arched, white bottom he was riding, Greg knew he was going to love the game and would want to play it often. He hoped with all his heart his mother would enjoy it as much as he did and then he was feeding penis into her slowly, in short jabs each of which added to his delight until his penis was buried deep inside her and he was pulling the silken behind back strongly against him.
"It didn't hurt me, darling," Hazel told her son. "That feels nice. I can feel your prick throbbing in my ass-hole."
"It sure does feel good, Mom. It's like you have a nice sexy cunt in your ass too. Can I go ahead and fuck you now?"
"Yes, baby, yes, but take it easy. Make it slow. Do it nice and slowly and make it last. Oh darling, I love the way you ass fuck me," she panted as he began stroking, both hands holding and rubbing well fleshed hips and thighs as he rode.
Hazel was still loving it a long time later when the boy announced that he was going to ejaculate again. He shot hard penis to her in a quick shower of short strokes, then he gave a cry of triumph as he pulled her bottom tightly against him, pressed hotly against it, and grunted and groaned as he let an excitingly strong charge blast into her bowel until his groan of content told his mother that he was drained again. For the mother and son, the experiment had worked beautifully.
When Greg hurried home from school the next day, he felt confident that before very long, he would again be riding the beautiful bare behind of his mother. He expressed that as he took her bra off and she smiled, then, while he was sucking a lovely breast, she whispered that she had other plans for his penis. That so surprised him that he took the breast out of his mouth and held it in both hands while he asked what other plans she meant.
"Get that tit back in your mouth and suck on it, darling," she scolded with a grin. "I'll tell you all about it when it seems like the right time. Don't worry, I'll soften your rod, you randy little devil. That's it, baby ... oh yes ... suck nice, darling ... oohhhhh ... yes, baby ... suck Mommy's pretty tits."
He worked on her breasts for a long time and when he took the second one out of his mouth, she moaned as she told him how sensitized the nipple had become in the course of the sucking he had given it, but he knew that wasn't by any means a complaint.
And then he was taking her panties off, doing it slowly, his favorite way as she lay face down, sighing.
"Did you really mean that about not letting me ass fuck you today?" he asked as he stripped the panties down her thighs.
"That's right, darling. You don't get that dick up my ass today. Isn't that terrible? Aren't I a mean, nasty old woman?"
"No you're not, Mom, but you sure enjoy teasing me. Where am I going to put my cock? Is your period finished already?"
"No such luck darling."
"Then if I don't get it up your ass or your cunt, where do I stick it?"
"Oh, I suppose you could put it in the refrigerator to keep it hard."
"Aw Mom, stop teasing, huh? What are we going to do with my cock?"
"Well, dear," she told him as he pulled the panties off her feet and she rolled onto her side, "there is another way of getting a hard cock off. Surely you've heard about blow jobs, haven't you?"
"You ... you mean you're going to ... to suck my cock?"
"That's just what I mean, angel. I'm going to give you a cock sucking that you'll never forget. This stiff prick is going to shoot cream into my mouth and I'm going to suck you so dry that you won't be able to stand. How does that sound to you, baby?"
"Wow! like great, Mom. When are you going to suck my cock?"
"Two weeks from next Tuesday," she said and lay face down again. "For now, see how nicely you can kiss and lick my ass for me. Give my cheeks a sexy bath with your tongue and lick my crack until I feel saliva trickling into my horny cunt, you angel. After you've done that, I'll see what I can do about sucking your cock."
Licking his lips, Greg stared at his mother's beautiful buttocks, ran his hands warmly over the smooth rounds, then he lowered his face to them and began kissing and licking as his hands fondled her hips and thighs. He bathed the silken hills with his tongue, probed the crack between, then parted the cheeks so that he could get his mouth and tongue deep in the warm valley. While his tongue did wild things to a pink ring in the crack, Hazel panted and moaned and rubbed a firm mons veneris on the bed until her anal ring felt as though it had been licked raw, then she turned over, panting, caught an excitingly firm penis in her right hand and then it was Greg's turn to groan as she fondled it and felt it throbbing.
"It's been so long since I've sucked a cock, dear," Hazel told her son. "I'm really going to enjoy sucking you off."
"I'm going to enjoy it too, Mom. Will you really let me shoot my cream in your mouth?"
"I'll insist on it, dear. After I've sucked on your cock for a while, you won't have anything to say about it. You'll feel an explosion building in your loins, then you'll think you've gone to heaven when your cream starts shooting and I suck on your spending cock until I've drained you."
"Oh Mom, it sounds so exciting. Please suck my cock and let me shoot in your mouth."
"Yes, baby, lie still now and Mommy will suck your nice hard cock," she told him as she positioned herself so that she showed an excitingly curved behind as she bent over him, toyed with his twitching penis for a little while, kissed and licked it in a way that drove him wild with desire, then she took the head of the penis between her lips, sucked excitingly on it, then pressed her face slowly down as the hard member pushed deep into her warm, moist mouth.
"Oh Mom," Greg panted, "it feels just like when I stick my prick in your cunt. Oh Mom ... oh ... oh ... ooohhhhh ... uh ... uh ... uh..."he panted as she began sucking him, her face moving up and down, her mouth doing wild things to him as he reached to fondle her thighs and buttocks to add to his erotic delight.
As though to let him know that her pleasure was as great as his, Hazel made muffled groaning sounds as she sucked his penis, working slowly to make it last.
While she sucked, Hazel allowed her mind to go back in time, all the way back to the time when she was a trembling, excited girl of thirteen who went walking in the woods near her uncle's farm during a vacation she spent there.
He had always been nice, fun to be with, but that day he had been particularly exciting as, after getting her promise of secrecy, he told her thrilling stories of sex, told in full erotic detail of various games of oral sex he had played with women.
And then had come that moment when he unzipped his fly, gave her a warm smile of reassurance as he reached into his pants, and then his penis was out and she was gasping at the size of it as he kept smiling, then pulled the skin well back so that the girl could see the bigness of the velvety looking head. He was gentle as he guided her hands on a tour of the massive thing and she had trouble believing that so big an arm of muscle could fit into her mouth.
But he hadn't hurried things and then she was trembling with excitement as, after playing under her skirt, he slowly took down her little panties and she felt the clean, fresh, summer air warm in her crotch and on her bared buttocks. He laid her gently down on the grass and his hands were so gentle as he fondled her until her thighs were straining to part more and more widely so that he could gently finger the little slit between her girlish thighs as her bare bottom squirmed on the grass.
And then his mouth was on her crotch and while he held naked buttocks lovingly, he sucked in her crotch and made strange, wild things happen in her body. She almost screamed as his tongue did exciting things in her crotch, then it was snaking into her slit, making her pant with desire, causing her body to become very hot, wet with sweat.
When the tongue triggered her very first orgasm, it had felt like explosion and death and rebirth and then she recovered as he held her and she tried to tell him how good it had felt. It felt at least as good when he lapped the panting girl to two more very strong orgasms and then she was kneeling before him as he smiled, standing there with pants and underwear around his ankles while he gently urged her on until she discovered that she really was able to get that big, velvet head into her mouth. He had moved her so far into sexuality that she felt like someone else then, someone much older and so sophisticated as she followed gently, lovingly delivered instructions in using her hand and her mouth on the big arm of muscle until it seemed to get bigger and throb and then the rich, warm fluid was shooting into her mouth fast, so fast that she had to swallow quickly to take all the semen.
When it was over, she had felt such pride as he told Hazel that no woman had ever sucked him off as excitingly, drained it so thrillingly. Through the remainder of the warm summer, they met almost daily and sucked each other until they were too weak to move.
And then Hazel returned to the present as she heard Greg's labored breathing and grunting, felt his young body tensing and knew that his miracle was about to happen. She felt hard penis twitching, sucked greedily, then he emitted a broken cry just as the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth and she sucked hard. While her son groaned and gasped like a dying man, she sucked on the spending member until he was drained and groaning, begging her to stop. Knowing what she was doing to him, she gave a few more sucks and brought him close to fainting before she allowed the softening member to slip out of her mouth.
Hazel smiled as her son's eyes opened and she saw them shining, saw the boy looking as though he had just returned from a trip to another world.
She still sees that expression on his face after every sucking she gives him, but there are differences. For one, his penis is much bigger now, since he is a well built young man in his early twenties.
Their relationship continues to be a thrilling one for her and for Greg and they need no outsiders to make their lives complete.
CASE HISTORY 3
Rhoda sat staring at her naked, jutting breasts, then she looked beyond them to the naked, red bottomed young woman who lay across her lap. The spanking had just finished and naked, beautifully rounded nether cheeks glowed rosy red. The hand that had spanked them felt gentle as it fondled, savoring an erotic heat as the lesbian partners anticipated the sex that would follow the spanking, as it always did, good sex, wildly abandoned lesbian lust with many shared orgasms until the two were too tired to continue.
"Damn it all, Wanda," Rhoda said and squeezed one cheek, "I understand that you have to let your kid brother come to live with you and all that, but what the hell are we going to do when it comes to spankings."
"We'll find a way, Rhoda," the soundly spanked young woman assured her partner. "Just trust me, I'll work something out."
"I sure hope so, Wanda darling. I'd hate to have to take Myrtle up on her offer. I'd much rather stay with you the way we are now."
"Surely you wouldn't go to her, Rhoda. Christ, she's got to be forty-five if she's a day."
"I suppose she is, honey, but she loves to spank and she promised I can use a strap on her big ass anytime I want. You have to admit she has something to offer."
"Don't pressure me, Rhoda. I'll get it worked out so you and I get all the spanking and loving we like, you'll see. It will just take a bit of time and after that, business as usual for the two of us. God, my ass cheeks are really tingling the way I love it. You sure laid the smacks on my ass this time."
"That shouldn't surprise you, baby. The sight of a plump, round, smooth beautiful ass like yours and the way you squirm, kick and cry when I lay it on is just too much. You have what it takes, honey, the most beautiful ass in all the world and I could spend the rest of my life spanking it and kissing it, not to mention the other parts of you I like to kiss."
"I've got one place that needs more than just kissing now," Wanda told her friend. "I'll give you all the ass smacking you want later, baby, but I've got to get down first. I'm so horny for it, Rhoda. Help me, honey," she pleaded, her voice breaking.
And then the two nudes got up from the chair and went to the wide bed where they slept each night, only this time they were not in the mood for sleep.
"Open up and show it to me, honey," Rhoda told her lover with feeling, then Wanda's crotch opened wide and her partner could see the heat and desire there, the hunger that had to be fed in their own special way.
"Here it is, Rhoda," Wanda told her lover, her back arching in passion. "Take my cunt, darling. Make it your cunt. Oh you know what I need, baby. Let me feel that mouth on my cunt, that wild tongue right up my slid. Bring me down and make me live."
"I'll bring you down, baby," Rhoda assured her. "After you get those rockets off in your belly, I'll be very naughty and it will be up to you to punish me."
"I'll do it, Rhoda, I'll do it," Wanda panted as her lovely lover gently played in her crotch, teasing with a loving touch.
"I'm going to be very naughty, Wanda. You'll have to strap me tonight. You'll have to gag me so I don't yell too much. You may have to tie me down and beat me and then maybe fuck me up my ass with your great big cock."
"I'll do it all for you, Rhoda. Fix me now. Oh Jesus, I'm going crazy for it, baby. I'm going right off my crazy head for it. Here, baby, here. Take my cunt and eat it all up. Get me down, honey, get me down," she repeated, then she was moaning with desire until the beautiful face found its way between an invitingly parted pair of lovely thighs, mouth touched a warm crotch mouth and then Wanda was groaning and sighing with hot desire as her lover sucked and licked until orgasm came, wild, fierce, beautiful orgasm that swept over her in waves until a golden glow replaced churning desire and her song was like an ethereal hymn of praise to all the deity of Lesbos.
Wanda rested silently, knowing her lover would allow her to rest just long enough before returning the face to her hot crotch for a second lapping. As she rested, she thought of a life without Rhoda and decided she didn't want to live it.
It hadn't always been that way for Wanda. There had not always been lesbian partners. There had been at least six or seven men over the years and a couple of them had been fairly good lovers, but then had come that chance encounter with the big, middle aged lesbian for whom she then worked.
Myrtle had seduced her so gently that she hadn't even an idea it was happening until it was over and she was hooked on that kind of sex. Later she had learned to enjoy lying naked over the big thighs, loving the way the woman's hand slapped tingling fires into her buttocks. After that, Wanda learned how to apply a leather strap to the plump behind and big bare thighs of a naked woman, how to make her cry, how to bring her to groveling, ministering excitingly with her mouth and long, sexy tongue to protect her red streaked buttocks from more of the beatings.
Myrtle had other young women besides Wanda. Sometimes she would bring a group of her women together for a party. At these parties, there would be a few drinks, then Myrtle would remove her dress to pose in her black corselette and black elbow length kid gloves.
One after another, she would undress her women, give each a brisk spanking, then go down her her and lap her to orgasm while the others watched and cheered. It was at a part of this type that Wanda met Rhoda. As they talked, they seemed to reach out to each other and then they were reaching for each other, physically. In passionate end to end embrace, they made love to each other, lapping until a shared pair of orgasms swept over them. What had happened must have been obvious to the other women who cheered when Wanda and Rhoda rolled apart, licking their tasty lips and smiling in undisguised pleasure.
They met again the day after the party, talked, loved, played, spanked, then went down on each other again. When it was over, they agreed to withdraw from Myrtle's strange circle and live together as full time lovers.
That had gone on, beautifully, for more than a year. At twenty-seven, Wanda was happier than she had ever been. Rhoda, two years younger, a stunning, black-haired beauty, was equally happy, at least until she got the word that Wanda had to bring her fourteen year-old brother to live with them.
"Rhoda, I've made up my mind," Wanda said later, putting her drink down, hoping she would be able to get the words out the way she wanted. "Mark isn't going to be in our way. Our lives will just go on as usual."
"Sure, baby," her lover replied with sarcasm. "When you get twitchy between the legs, just tell me and I'll whip down your panties and eat your cunt while little brother watches."
"That's right," Wanda replied in a measured tone.
"You're kidding, of course," Rhoda said in confusion.
"No I'm not. We've played lick the pussy with other gals watching. Why not with a boy on hand. Come to think of it, I have a hunch he'll go off in his pants watching us eat hot cunt and play all the games."
"Jesus, Wanda, I do believe you're serious about all this."
"I'm very serious, darling. Have you ever spanked a boy?"
"No, have you?"
"Not yet, but I think it could be fun to take a nice bare assed boy across my thighs and tuck his dick between them while I spank his ass. I think maybe a boy would like that game just as much as we do."
"All of a sudden, Wanda, you're getting me turned on," her young lover said and reached for Wanda's naked breasts to play. "Maybe we could teach him to take our panties down and spank us too. We could teach him lots of things."
"I thought you'd go for it once you gave it a bit of thought," Wanda told her suddenly aroused lover. "Lie back now and think of all the things we can teach an innocent boy of fourteen. As you think about it, I'll lash your tasty little cunt with my tongue," she added, then fitted her face into the crotch of the woman and began giving her a gentle sucking and lapping while she fondled thighs and hips and buttocks that were still a little warm from a previous spanking.
Two days later, on a Saturday afternoon, Wanda and Rhoda met the boy at the bus depot. They both wore very short skirts and blouses that were teasingly open at the top to show cleavage of lovely breasts. On the drive to their home, the boy had lots to look at as he sat between the two women who were determined to get him turned on quickly and keep him that way until they had him nicely trained as their sex slave, totally hooked on their bodies.
Just before the car rolled to a stop at home, Rhoda put a hand between her thighs and caused the boy to stare as she pulled the hem of her skirt up.
"Damn it all, my cunt is itchy," she commented as she stroked the crotch of her clinging panties. "Did you ever scratch a girl's cunt for her, Mark?"
"...no," he stammered.
"What a pity. We're going to have to train this brother of yours, Wanda. Do you think he could be a good pussy scratcher?"
"I think Mark is going to work out just fine with us, Rhoda. He's kind and sensitive and intelligent and a very dear boy. Once he gets over the shock of living with two sexy women who keep running around the place bare naked, he'll be just fine," she said and noticed how his eyes popped.
"Do you like looking at naked women, Mark?" Rhoda asked.
"I ... I ... guess."
"What do you mean you guess?" Rhoda asked. "Don't you know?"
"Well ... I ... I guess I never saw a woman ... like that ... you know."
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that, Mark. If you'd like, I can change that when we get home. Would you like to see me bare naked?"
"Y ... yes ... I sure would," he replied and looked at his sister a little nervously.
"It's all right, dear," Wanda told him. "We live kind of crazy at our place. You'll have lots of fun, but there is one rule and that is, never say a word to anybody about what goes on at home. Is that a promise?"
"Oh sure, Wanda. I promise."
"That's fine, dear," she told him, and as she turned off the key, she took his left hand and put it on her thigh. "It will be fun living with us, dear," she told him. "We'll take good care of you and teach you lots of sexy, exciting things."
"Wanda, you ... you're not just teasing me, are you?" Mark asked, his eyes wet and open wide.
"We're not just teasing, dear. Go ahead and feel my cunt through my panties. That's it, rub. Did you ever do that to a girl before?"
"No ... oh no ... oh Wanda."
"Let's all go into the house and start having fun," Wanda said, then swung out of the car and the boy followed.
As his sister bent to reach into the trunk of the car, his eyes popped at the sight of little red panties which covered a tiny portion of her beautiful behind, then he saw more as Rhoda, giggling, flipped the hem of Wanda's skirt high and playfully smacked both cheeks of her behind. When he followed the two women into the house, Mark had a very strong erection and he was eager to take it in hand and jerk it until he fired that big charge he could feel building.
"What was the idea of flipping my skirt up like that so everybody could see my ass?" Wanda asked her friend as they closed the door behind them.
"I'm sorry, Wanda," the beautiful woman said with a little pout. "I won't do it again."
"I'm going to make sure of that, Rhoda. I'm going to warm your bare ass for you to see if that will teach you a lesson."
While Mark stared in disbelief, the women played a game, a familiar one in which one scolded while the other pleaded to be spared, then Wanda was sitting on an armless chair, her feet on a low stool, knees apart so that her brother was able to see all the way up her thighs to where red nylon caressed her vulva.
"Get over my lap with your bare ass turned up, bitch," Wanda commanded as she pulled the hem of her skirt higher and patted her smooth bare thighs.
"Oh Wanda, please don't spank me on the bare ass," Rhoda begged as she held the hem of her skirt above her hips so the boy had a thrilling view of her.
"Mark dear," his sister told him with a smile, "take her panties down for me. Just pull them well below her chubby ass so I can give it a good smacking. I think you'll like what you see and hear when I spank her ass or she spanks mine for me."
Unable to believe it was really happening, Mark clutched the black nylon panties with trembling fingers, then he felt a surge of wild arousal as he pulled the little garment down and feasted his eyes on the perfectly formed cheeks and the deep, smooth crack between, then she was sobbing and pleading as she lay across Wanda's lovely thighs, her white buttocks so nicely presented as his sister reached to play with them with her right hand, scolding her friend as she fondled and patted and rubbed the twin beauties, then her hand was rising and falling and with each smack, a thrilling sound rang through the room, the victim cried, kicked her legs and squirmed and Marked feared that his pants would be very wet and sticky when he took them off.
"There, that should hold her for a while,"
Wanda commented as she administered a final pair of spanks, then paused to admire the soundly spanked, red buttocks of her softly crying friend who lay across her thighs, rubbing subtly. "Isn't her bare ass beautiful, Mark? Isn't it nice and red from the spanking?"
"It sure is. I never saw anything so pretty. Do you spank her ass very often?"
"Very often, dear and she spanks my ass just as often. It's a game with us, a very sexy game that makes us get so horny. Spanking is real fun. Have you ever been spanked?"
"No."
"We'll teach you, Mark. We'll teach you to enjoy the thrill of spanking and being spanked. Are you afraid?"
"No. I'm too excited to be afraid. Would you really let me spank you on the bare ass just like you spanked her?"
"Sure. The first time you spank my ass or hers, I'll bet you will shoot your cream from being so excited. When we play our spanking game, we get so horny."
"But what good does that do when you're both women? I mean you can't do ... you know ... that thing."
"We can't fuck? Sure we can. There are lots of nice things women can use as cocks if they want to fuck. There are other things we can do too, like fingering each other, sucking and lapping each other's cunts. We have nice comes that way."
"Holy cow. Do you and Rhoda really do those things?" the boy asked, his voice breaking. "Will you let me watch?"
"We will if you're a very good boy, Mark. If you are very obedient and do all the things we tell you, we'll met you join in our games and do lots of sexy things with us."
"I'll do anything, Wanda. I'll do anything you want."
"I'm glad to hear that, dear. We've decided to train you in a very special way. You'll be our servant. You'll look after our clothes, dress and undress us, give us sexy baths, take care of our cunts, wipe our bums after we poop, hold bottles for us to pee in when we're too lazy to go to the toilet. How does all that sound?"
"Oh Wanda, it all sounds so exciting. Do you mean it?"
"I mean it all, Mark. Kneel down and kiss the hot red cheeks of Rhoda's ass. That's it," she said, panting as he obeyed instantly. "Lots of nice kisses and licks, yes, yes, keep kissing and licking. Now, kiss right in her crack and make her horny. That's it. Get your tongue in the crack," his sister commanded and he obeyed. "Lick all the way up and down and tickle her little pink hole with your tongue. Do it, Mark. Do it well and you'll see two cunts in a little while."
Trembling with passion the like of which he had never known, the boy ardently licked in the smooth, warm valley, thrilling to the feel of her spanked buttocks as his hands stole feels of her well fleshed hips and thighs, listening to her moans of passion as he tongued her tight anal ring.
"Oh Jesus, Wanda," the woman panted as the boy tongued her and she felt saliva oozing down her crack to trickle into her crotch, "I can't wait.
Eat me, baby. Eat my cunt or 'm going to go crazy," Rhoda squealed as she pushed Mark aside and got off Wanda's lap, her panties falling around her ankles as she stood rubbing her tingling buttocks where the heat was almost as intense as was the heat in her crotch which hungered for the ministrations of a skilled mouth and tongue.
"Take Rhoda's panties off, Mark," his sister told the boy, "then we'll go to bed and you can watch me sucking and licking her cunt and making her come."
Trembling, Mark assisted the beautiful woman in getting out of her panties, then he followed the two women as they hurried to their bedroom. There, they removed their dresses and he feasted his eyes on their bulging bras and on Rhoda's naked tummy and mons veneris, then his gaze moved to Wanda's red panties which covered so little of her and allowed him a view of buttocks as beautiful as Rhoda's, big and smooth and so excitingly rounded that he almost drooled.
"Have you ever seen a woman's tits, Mark?" his sister asked as she fondled the cups of her bra.
"No. I want to," he replied, fighting to get the words out.
"You'll see and feel and suck our tits later, darling," she told her brother. "Right now though, I have to suck her cunt and make her feel good. You'll love watching that."
Rhoda almost threw herself onto the bed in her haste, then she opened her crotch wide, her knees bent up and the boy heard himself moan aloud as he stared at the soft pink vulva, the first he had ever seen.
"Isn't that a beautiful cunt, Mark?" his sister asked as they both admired it while Rhoda rubbed her tingling behind on the bed, wild with desire. "It's so soft and warm and so tender and juicy and tasty. God, I just love sucking on her cunt and fucking it with my tongue."
"Hurry, Wanda, hurry or I'll die," Rhoda begged and the boy heard a groan of desire.
"Open it up, Rhoda. Open your cunt for us and then my mouth will go down on it and I'll suck and lick you until-you have a beautiful come."
His penis throbbing as though it would explode, the boy stared in awe and wild arousal as trembling fingers parted a pair of soft pink lips and then he stared right inside at the shiny wet interior and wondered what it would deel like to do what his sister was going to, hungered to know the feel of having his hard penis in such a slippery looking slit.
"All right, honey," Wanda said and licked her lips, "here I come to give you a lovely cunt lapping. Get ready to come with my tongue in your tasty slit."
As he stared in disbelief, Mark saw his sister get on the bed, her scantily clad body so thrilling to see, then she bent over the almost naked beauty and her mouth moved slowly to the open crotch. Mark groaned aloud as he watched his sister kiss the woman's vulva, then he heard the wet, slurping sounds of a greedy sucking.
Unable to control his hands, Mark reached for his sister and as she sucked, her face buried in the smooth warmth of Rhoda's crotch, he fondled her buttocks and thighs, then worked a hand into her crotch. He trembled as he felt the softness and warmth of her vulva. She and Rhoda made sucking seem so exciting that he hungered to try it, to find out how it felt to have his face pressed into the crotch of a woman and to suck there, to feel and taste that mysterious pink place that looked so juicy.
When the sound of sucking stopped, Mark moved his face closer to the scene of the action and saw that his sister was licking just inside the top of Rhoda's slit. Her tongue was like a live thing as it licked slowly, causing the other woman to groan and pant as broken words fell from her mouth in a hot torrent until she gasped, her body tensed, then she was jerking violently and crying out loudly in orgasm. As she climaxed, he observed that his sister had stopped licking and kept her mouth pressed warmly on Rhoda's vulva until the spasms passed and the woman sighed warmly, obviously in a state of ecstasy, Mark saw.
"Well dear," Wanda asked her brother after she had slowly, sensuously licked her lips, "how did you like watching a woman getting her cunt lapped?"
"Oh Wanda, that must be the most exciting thing in all the world."
"It really is, dear. Would you like to try sucking and lapping a nice juicy cunt?"
"Yes ... oh yes ... yes..."
"You'll have your chance dear, but for now, take off your clothes and we'll have a little lesson."
"What kind of a lesson, Sis?"
"A lesson in the geography of woman. Before you can be a good sex slave, you have to know all about cunts and tits and ass-holes and all that. Hurry now and strip naked. Show us the size of your cock and balls."
Mark was obviously nervous about stripping in the presence of the two women, but not so nervous that he was willing to risk incurring their anger by refusing. He undressed nervously until only his briefs remained, then Wanda giggled as she pulled them down and the women that while his penis wasn't as big as a man's, it looked quite interesting.
"A nice slim cock like that could feel nice going up my ass," Rhoda told him and Wanda. "I haven't had my ass buggered in years."
"I'd sure like to do that," Mark told her while his sister played with his penis. "I'd like to fuck you and Wanda in the cunt too. I never did anything like that."
"That all depends on you, dear," Wanda told him. "All you have to do is become a perfect sex slave and you'll have all the fun you can stand. Come now, we'll explore Rhoda's cunt and the crack of her ass. You have such a lot to learn before you can serve us properly."
Rhoda lay back with her crotch open and Wanda gave her brother a detailed explanation of the structure and function of the vagina.
"Feel this little bud, dear," she asked as she guided the tip of her brother's finger in Rhoda's moist slit. "It's called the clitoris or clit. It's the most sensitive part of a woman. She gets her comes from having it stroked with a finger, a tongue or a prick."
"Oh, it feels nice, like a little dick," Mark commented and felt Rhoda trembling as he stroked it.
"It is, dear," his sister told him. "Rhoda has a long one. When you're lapping her cunt, you can get it between your lips," she explained. "You can alternately suck it and lick it and she will have such a strong come. There now, I think you've had the tour of her cunt. We'll turn her over and explore the crack of her ass."
Rhoda hurriedly turned over, then elevated her bottom by kneeling with her head down. In that position, her buttocks were drawn apart so that the boy enjoyed a clear view of her little pink anus.
"Oh Wanda, her ass hole is so pretty."
"That's right, darling, it is. Give it a nice kiss now. Rhoda loves to have her ass-hole kissed and tongued. Come to think of it, so did I. That's right. Kiss it lovingly. Does it feel nice to have your face pressed between the cheeks of a pretty ass? Suck her hole a little. That's it. A woman loves to have a man suck her ass-hole. Now curl your tongue and work it up her hole. That's it. Get it as far in as you can. It's called reaming. You work your tongue in and out like a cock. It's really like fucking her ass-hole with your tongue instead of your prick. How's he doing, darling?" she asked Rhoda.
"Beautifully, dear. He reams me as nicely as you do."
"Hear that, dear? Ream her tight little hole and then we'll find other things to do," Wanda told her brother and, as he obeyed, his penetrating tongue keeping the woman very excited and squirming, Wanda slowly worked a long finger up his anus and gave him a slow fingering.
"How do you like having your ass-hole fingered?" Wanda asked her brother when they paused to rest.
"It was kind of nice, exciting," he told her.
"I'm glad you liked it. One day, one of us will strap on a dildo and fuck you up the ass. Perhaps sometime we'll bring a guy home, a guy who-likes guys. We'll watch while you get a fuck up the ass from him and then you'll bugger his ass. That can be fun, watching two guys in action."
"Will it hurt if a man sticks his big prick up my ass-hole?" Mark asked, a little nervously.
"Perhaps the first few times, dear, but after that, your hole will stretch so it can take the biggest of pricks.' We know a black guy who has a twelve inch cock. He loves to fuck boys up the ass, but you won't be ready for him for a while yet."
"I'd really rather do things with you two than with guys," Mark told his sister.
"Of course, dear, but it's what we like that counts. If you are going to be a good sex slave, you must always think of what we want, not what you enjoy. Ready for a lesson in tits?"
"Oh yes," he replied, then he stared wide eyed as Wanda took her bra off and showed him her lovely breasts. "Oh, I love your tits, Wanda. They're so nice. So pretty. Please, may I feel them?"
'Yes, dear, you may play with my tits. Be gentle though," she cautioned as he reached for them, then he was fondling a beautiful pair of breasts which required a thirty-eight-C cup to contain them.
"That's nice, dear," Wanda told her brother. "Feel how my nipples get long and hard when you play with them? Play a little more and then we'll teach you how to suck on tits."
Trembling with arousal, the boy fondled his sister's big breasts until she told him to stop, then she held the back of his head with one hand as she put a nipple between his lips and he sucked it, then she filled his mouth with a breast and sighed warmly as he sucked avidly, first one breast, then the other and after that, Rhoda removed her bra and gave him her slightly smaller, beautifully conical breasts to suck.
"My, our sex slave learns very quickly," Rhoda said as she took the second breast out of his mouth and rubbed it lovingly. "Should we give him some kind of a reward?"
"I think so, darling. Let's give him his first taste of cunt. Since I'm his sister, I guess I should be first, don't you?"
"Of course, dear. What could be more natural than that a boy's very first cunt lapping be with his beautiful sister?"
"Come on, darling," Wanda said as she lay back on the bed, her crotch wide open, one hand stroking her vulva and causing it to churn with arousal. "Bring your face into my nice warm crotch and suck my cunt. Rhoda will help you the first time and then I'll guide you as you give her a lovely cunt lapping."
Eagerly, the boy bent over his sister and hurried his face into her crotch. As he fitted his open mouth to soft, warm vulva, she massaged his face with her silken thighs.
"That's it, Mark," Rhoda whispered. "Kiss and lick her cunt and get it all wet, then start sucking and drinking up all that sweet honey from her cunt. Suck now, darling, suck your sister's sweet cunt," she whispered with urgency as he obeyed at once and both women heard the greedy slurping sounds as he sucked hungrily while his hands fondled her thighs and hips and tummy, then he found that he could reach far enough to fondle her breasts while he gave her a magnificent lapping that brought on a fierce orgasm during which she massaged his face with such ferocity that she hurt his neck, but he didn't mind that at all.
"Now then, dear," his sister said, smiling warmly, "show us how nicely you can suck and lap Rhoda's cunt. She has the juiciest, sweetest cunt I've ever sucked. Have a nice drink."
Panting with eagerness, Mark hurried his face to the wide open crotch of the other woman. Her thighs were smoother than silk as they brushed his descending face, he paused to inhale, trembling as he savored the subtle odor of woman crotch, Rhoda squirmed in anticipation, then his mouth touched her vulva and he began sucking.
Despite his relative lack of experience, the boy sucked like a skilled lover. His mouth performed magic in her warm, wet crotch as his hands moved lovingly over her firm, smooth body and thighs. When his sister whispered in his ear, Mark brought his tongue into play, flicking it inside her vaginal slit and lapping the woman so that she moaned loudly and her body squirmed hotly until she cried out in orgasm and gave a thrilling massage to the boy's face with her thighs and warm, very wet crotch.
"God, darling, that little brother of yours eats cunt as well as a woman. He's really something else!" Rhoda said and Mark beamed proudly.
"I'm glad you liked it, Rhoda. I could suck your pretty cunt and Wanda's forever. I really love cunt lapping."
"You'll get plenty of that around here, Mark. Your bare ass will also get plenty of spanking from the two of us. You better learn to enjoy getting spanked," Rhoda warned him, her open right hand coming down in a stinging spank as she held a nervous boy face down on the bed, a hand on the small of his back.
"Did that sting, Mark?" Rhoda asked as her hand rubbed where she had spanked.
"Yes, but I don't mind," the boy told her and she felt he was telling the truth.
Rhoda rubbed the other buttock, then gave it a stinging spank and heard another gasp from the boy..
"That's all I'm going to give you for now, Mark," Rhoda told him. "I was just testing. You have a nice ass. Later, I'll have you lie across my thighs for a real spanking. Get up now and let us see your dick. Is it still nice and stiff?"
"It sure is," Mark replied and knelt up, displaying his strong erection.
"Since I'm the one who-likes fucking, I guess I'll give little brother his first fuck. Is that okay with you?" Rhoda asked as she eyed the twitching penis.
"No, dear, I think I should do it. After all, this will be his first fuck ever and I am his sister, so I guess I must do my sisterly duty and welcome little brother into my cunt."
"I didn't realize that was a sisterly duty," Rhoda said, barely hiding her grin.
"Oh yes, I learned that at C-O-I-T-U-S."
"What the hell is that?"
"That's College Of Invest Throughout the United States."
"You horny nut," Rhoda said and laughed.
"But it's the truth," Wanda insisted. "It's the first duty of the mother to teach her son to suck and fuck. If she fails," she went on, "then it's up to the sister to take over the task."
"And if he doesn't have a sister?" Rhoda asked, trying hard to keep from laughing.
"Then he should go to his nearest church and ask some nice, motherly nun to raise her habit and teach him how to lap her hot cunt and fuck her up the cunt and in the ass-hole."
"Oh boy, I'd really like that," Mark assured his sister and then his eyes popped as he watched her lie back on the bed, legs bent up at the knee and wide apart, her wet crotch wide open for him.
"How'd you like this, brother darling? Want to lie down on top of me, work your stiff prick up my cunt and give me a fuck?"
"Do I ever. Oh Wanda. I'm not sure I know how to fuck you."
"It's easy, dear," Rhoda assured him. "Lie down on top of your bare naked sister. That's it. Doesn't that feel nice and sexy. Hold still and I'll guide your cock into her cunt. When I do that, you can do the rest. Just work your cock in and out of her cunt. Hold still. Christ, your cock is hard as a rock. There ... there ... feel your prick going in your sister's cunt for a fuck. Push it all the way in. Bury your cock to the balls," Rhoda panted, "right inside your sister's horny, slippery cunt. Fuck your beautiful sister, Mark baby. Fuck her cunt and shoot your load up her belly."
Panting with arousal, Rhoda stared at the sight of the boy humping his sister. While she stared, panting with lust, she knelt beside the couple, hurried a hand into her crotch, then she was fingering herself and fondling one breast, her naked body jerking, her sighs joining the sounds coming from the copulating brother and sister.
As Rhoda expected, the highly aroused boy ejaculated in about a minute, his body jerking strongly in his sister's hot crotch as he drained himself and collapsed weakly atop Wanda.
Pushing a hand between herself and her brother, Wanda found her wet slit, slipped a finger into it and began to stroke her clitoris. Before very long, she was climaxing beautifully, her brother still lying atop her with his spent penis soaking in the wet warmth of her vagina.
Despite the strength of his ejaculation, Mark stared in continuing arousal as he went to the kitchen with the women, watching as they poured drinks, ignoring the one his sister handed him as he feasted his eyes on her breasts, then down at the neat triangle of curly hair where tummy met thighs.
"I hope you didn't think you were going to get away with what you did," Rhoda said, frowning at her lesbian lover.
"What do you mean, Rhoda?" Wanda asked, though she guessed what the woman had in mind.
"I mean fucking your innocent young brother. By now, dear, you should know that you require my permission to fuck any male. Beyond that, there is the little matter of incest. All in all, you've earned quite a sound spanking, dear. Your pretty, plump ass is going to burn before I'm finished with you."
"Oh Rhoda, darling, please don't beat me on the bare ass," Wanda implored, her eyes shining wetly.
"It's too late to start begging, Wanda. We'll finish our drinks, then we'll go to the bedroom and you'll lie over my lap with your bare ass turned up for a sound spanking."
"Please, Rhoda, my ass is so tender. I'll be good. Don't spank my ass again, darling."
"I'm pleased to hear that your ass is tender, Wanda. That means you'll cry more when I'm spanking it with my hand and the leather soled slipper. I love to hear a woman crying when I'm smacking fires into the cheeks of her upturned, bare ass. Are you going to cry a lot when I'm spanking you on the naked ass?"
"Yes," Wanda replied, sobbing. "Please, Rhoda, give me a chance. Don't spank me. I'll be a good girl, I promise you."
"It's too late for promises, Wanda," Rhoda said and moved lover to her lover so that she could fondle her buttocks with her left hand as she spoke. "I've made up my mind to give you a good spanking on this beautiful ass. I'm going to enjoy it. It would break my heart if I didn't get to spank this nice ass."
Although his sister went on pleading and sobbing, Mark was sure it was a game they were playing, a game they knew well and one which excited him terribly, so much so that he sensed he was surprisingly close to achieving another erection so soon after having shot his load into the depths of his sister's vagina.
The women finished their drinks, Wanda made one final plea for mercy, then Mark was following the two beautiful nudes from the kitchen, his heart pounding as he watched the two excitingly naked posteriors in motion as they walked toward the bedroom and in that moment, Mark felt his penis rising in hard erection.
"Go to the drawer and fetch my spanking slipper, Wanda," Rhoda commanded as she sat on the armless chair, her lovely, naked breasts jutting boldly before the eyes of the boy.
Sobbing more loudly, begging again not to be spanked on the bare behind, Wanda went to the dresser, opened a drawer, then she picked up a leather soled bedroom slipper and turned it over to look at the sole. It looked so smooth, Mark thought as he looked at it and wondered whether it had been polished by frequent spanking contact with the bare behinds of the two who were so completely changing the course of his life.
Mark could hear his heart hammering as the women went on with their thrilling game, Rhoda scolding, demanding, Wanda the submissive one who begged and pleaded and sobbed and then, when the command came, lay meekly across Rhoda's naked thighs, plump, firm, beautifully rounded nether cheeks turned up enticingly to be spanked.
Although he had never played that game, Mark saw at once how exciting it was and hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long to know the feel of lying across the lap of a beautiful, naked woman, to savor the sting of a spanking even if it made him cry. It was, he felt certain as he watched Rhoda toying with his sister's bare behind while she scolded and threatened, a thrilling situation in which he would feel pain and pleasure at the same time. Mark was too young and ignorant in the area of sex to know words such as sadist and masochist, yet his body knew instinctively what they meant, hungered to experience the thrill of spanking and of being spanked by both beautiful women.
"Here ... here ... here..., " Rhoda panted, her breasts bobbing as she commenced the spanking. "Take it ... take this on your bare ... ass ... take this ... and this ... and this ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... Oh my, now nice and red ... SPANK ... SPANK ... your ass is getting ... I can feel ... SPANK ... SPANK ... the heat already ... Here, have some more of the same ... here ... here ... uh ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... That's it ... cry ... cry for me ... SPANK ... SPANK ... You'll cry lots of tears ... SPANK ... SPANK ... before I finish smacking your bare ass."
As he stared and listened, his penis twitching, Mark felt the thrill growing until he thought he was going to faint. Rhoda kept spanking as the lovely nether cheeks turned to pink, then went red. His sister's crying sounded very real and he guessed she felt fire burning in her bottom, yet he sensed that she was enjoying it just as much as Rhoda enjoyed giving it to her and as much as he enjoyed his role of spectator.
"There, Wanda," Rhoda said as she applied one more spank to each red cheek, "that should hold you until I start the second round. Is your ass really stinging?"
"Oh ... sob ... yes ... please ... no more ... oh ... my poor ass ... Please ... sob ... Rhoda ... I'll be good ... I'll be a good girl."
Although Mark didn't know it at the time, his sister had been using a code. I'll be good meant give me more. I'll be a good girl meant really turn it on, make it burn like hell.
"Come and feel your sister's ass, Mark," Rhoda invited and Mark hurried to comply.
"Ooh, Rhoda, it's so hot," he said as he fondled the twin red rounds. "It must really be stinging her. Are you really going to give her more spanking?"
"Yes, dear, I am. Later, you can ask her about it and I think you'll find out she liked it as much as I did. Do you like feeling a freshly spanked ass?"
"Yes, oh yes. It's so sexy."
"Yes it is, dear. Soon, you'll feel your ass tingling," she warned him. "I'm eager to spank you and feel your prick throbbing between my thighs while I spank your ass. I know a man who loves to be spanked that way until he goes off between the woman's thighs."
"That sounds so exciting. Everything does around here."
"That's the way it is, dear. Hand me the slipper now so I can slap some more color into this beautiful ass."
Taking the slipper from the boy, Rhoda rubbed it over an excitingly red behind, then she renewed her grip on the naked woman, raised her right hand high, then brought it down in an obviously stinging spank, the sound of which rang through the room, closely followed by the cry Wanda emitted as she felt a flash of fire in her right buttock.
And it was only the first of many spanks as Rhoda's hand rose and fell in a steady, unhurried rhythm, each descent of the hand producing thrilling sound as smooth leather slapped smoother buttock until both cheeks of the naked woman's rump blazed dark red with a few purple blotches where the slipper had bruised the sensitive skin.
"Now then, Wanda, we'll see whether or not you have have sufficient punishment to improve your manners," Rhoda said.
"Oh yes ... yes ... oh my poor ... sob ... ass ... my ass," Wanda sobbed. "It feels like my poor ass is on fire."
"Are you ready to show me that you've learned a lesson?" Rhoda asked.
"Yes, Rhoda. I'll do anything you say."
"Very well, dear. Get up and kneel before me. I'll be generous and give you a chance to prove you've taken enough."
Scrambling off her lover's lap, Wanda knelt, still with tears trickling down her pretty cheeks, then Rhoda moved her body to the edge of the chair and leaned back, the slipper still in her right hand.
"Go down on me, you nasty girl," Rhoda commanded. "Suck my cunt until I tell you to stop. Suck and lick my cunt or I'll take you over my lap again and really blister your ass for you."
With a little sob, Wanda rubbed the backs of her hands over her wet eyes, then she hurried her face into the crotch of the seated nude. As she began sucking, her hands rubbing Rhoda's smooth thighs and hips, Rhoda sighed and allowed the slipper to fall from her hand as her eyes closed.
Crouching close to the woman, Mark stared at his sister, delighting in the sight and sound as she sucked eagerly and kept Rhoda sighing. Picking up the slipper, Mark rubbed the warm sole over his face as he hungered to experience it in the hand of his sister or her lover, spanking him as it had spanked Wanda.
And then the spell was broken as Mark noted a change in the sounds which broke from Rhoda's throat, her body tensed and held, then she was climaxing, erotic words pouring from her in a torrent as the spasms went on and on.
"Ooh, that was yummy," Rhoda said with a sigh as she opened her eyes. "How I love that first come after I've spanked a nice ass the way I spanked yours."
"It couldn't feel as good as that sexy spanking you gave me," Wanda said, confirming for Mark what Rhoda had told him during the spanking of his sister. "My ass cheeks are so hot and tingly, I'm almost coming. That may have been the best spanking you ever gave me, darling."
"Spankings are like that, honey. They get better every time. I wonder if little brother is going to learn to like them the way we do?"
"I hope so, seeing as how he's going to get plenty of them in the future."
"I know I'm going to like spankings," Mark broke in, holding the slipper and smiling. "I'm really anxious to find out what it feels like."
"Judging by the look of that stiff prick, Mark," Rhoda said, "I'd say you're pretty anxious to get it into a tight hold for an exciting fuck."
"Yeah, I am, but I'm anxious to try spanking too. Would you or Wanda like to give me a spanking now, while my cock is so hard and I'm so excited?"
"That sounds like a great idea, Mark. Do you mind, Wanda, if I give your naughty brother a spanking on his bare ass and then a good fucking?'
"Be my guest, darling. See how nice and red you can make his tender young ass. I want to hear how he cries when he's getting it on the ass."
"Come here, Mark," Rhoda commanded, her tone imperious, her eyes flashing.
"Yes Miss," he said meekly as he went to stand before the beautiful, naked woman, his eyes feasting on her proudly jutting breasts.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cunt, you lazy boy. Suck my cunt or I'll take you over my lap and spank your bare ass for you."
"No, I won't," he replied petulantly, sensing that it was the way to play the game. "I won't suck your cunt and you can't make me."
"So that's the way it is, is it? Well, we'll se about that. I'm going to show you who's boss around here. One more chance and that's all. Get down on your knees and suck my cunt," she ordered, her knees wide apart, her right hand rubbing her moist vulva as she glared at the trembling boy.
"No, I won't. Fuck you. I'm not scared of you."
"That did it, you saucy little son of a bitch," Rhoda said and, reaching out, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to her. "Drape your body across my thighs right now and I'll teach you a lesson in manners."
Pretending to resist, Mark allowed himself to be pulled onto a lap so smooth and warm that it sent shock waves of arousal racing through him as he changed his attitude and began pleading with Rhoda to spare him the spanking.
"It's too late now, Mark," she told him as she fondled his upturned buttocks and winked at his sister. "You have a lovely ass, as smooth as a girl's and so nice and firm. I'm really going to enjoy spanking it. You're going to entertain me with your crying while I slap these pretty ass cheeks and make them hot and red. Hold still now, I'm ready to start spanking you."
Captivated by the game, even more so than he had expected, Mark went on pleading and sobbing, then Rhoda's hand went up, paused, she grunted, then the hand came down fast and the sound of the spank rang through the room. He gave a little cry as he felt the sting, but Rhoda felt his penis throbbing between her thighs as she squeezed the cheek she had spanked, then raised the open hand high and brought it down on the other cheek.
Through the first half dozen spanks, the boy sobbed and pretended to cry, then the sting of the spanking hand became such that he didn't have to fake the crying and real tears began falling from his eyes as Rhoda's hand slapped from cheek to cheek.
While she watched the spanking, Wanda became so aroused by the sight of her naked brother squirming on the woman's lap that she couldn't keep her hands out of her crotch. Parting the tender lips in her crotch, she inserted a finger between them, sighed, then began fingering herself slowly, adding to her joy.
It would have been exciting enough had Mark been just any boy of fourteen, but the fact that he was her young brother made it much more so, just as it had when she had taken his hard young penis into her vagina to remove his virginity, and when she had taught him how to bury his face in her crotch and suck and lick her to climax.
"That's it, Rhoda, give it to him," Wanda urged as she let her finger stroke her clitoris slowly. "You've really got his red ass bouncing. Show him how well you can spank an ass. Oh yes, keep him crying until I have my come. Jesus, I'm horny."
Over the sound of his crying and the slapping of the hand on his hotly stinging buttocks, Mark heard his sister's words, saw her fingering herself and wondered if he could prevent his charge from blasting off between Rhoda's thighs, could hold it back so that later, after the spanking, he could bury his hard penis between her thighs in that special place and shoot it to her as he had shot it into his sister's vaginal slit earlier.
But Rhoda had developed other idea. Aware of the marked arousal of her willing victim, feeling his penis throbbing and twitching in the silken nest of her thighs, Rhode decided that she could get the boy hooked on spanking instantly if she made him ejaculate while she was still spanking him so that forever, he would associate spanking with ejaculation.
Having made the decision, she decreased the force of the spanks, making them just hard enough to be felt and heard and to keep his buttocks hot and tingling. After his behind grew fiery red all over and his voice was sounding a little rough, she began to wonder if she had over estimated her ability and was about to give up when she heard a change in the sounds of his crying, she felt his body tensing, felt him rubbing hotly across her thighs and knew he was on the verge.
"Go ahead, Mark ... SPANK ... SPANK ... Let your cream shoot," she told him. "Let it go ... SPANK ... SPANK ... Shoot it between ... SPANK ... SPANK ... my thighs ... Shoot it ... shoot ... shoot," she urged and then he was jerking strongly and she massaged his behind as the strong spurts shot into the nest formed by her thighs which she pressed tightly together to capture his seminal product and keep it warm.
As for the boy, his ecstasy was so great that it was as though he had escaped from the world he had always known and into a beautiful new one. His penis felt as big as that of a horse as it throbbed and spurted between the silken thighs, his buttocks tingled madly, excitingly and the feeling was so much better because of the warm, smooth hand that played with the stinging cheeks.
He still sobbed and cried softly, but he had never been so happy, had never felt so good in his life and he knew as he lay on Rhoda's thighs that there was where he was to go in search of ecstasy for the rest of his life, that only by lying across a woman's thighs for a spanking could he go on to penetrate her body with his penis with maximum enjoyment.
"Stand up now, Mark," Rhoda told the boy, patting his red buttocks lightly. "Your spanking is finished for this time."
As he stood, his soft penis dangling wetly, Mark hurried both hands to his tingling behind and rubbed it, savoring the hot needles which dnced under the stinging skin, deep in the flesh.
"I'm sorry ... sob ... Rhoda," he said and sniffed wetly as he stood before her.
"Whatever are you sorry for, dear?" she asked with a hot look in her eyes.
"For, you know, shooting my cream all over your lap."
"Don't be silly, Mark. I loved the feel of your hard prick shooting that yummy cream between my thighs. It was very exciting for me to know that spanking you made you so randy that you went off. Did it feel good to shoot off in my lap while your ass was getting spanked?"
"Oh yes. It was the most exciting thing I ever felt."
"More exciting than when you fucked your sister's hot cunt?" she asked.
"Yes. I hope you don't mind, Wanda, but it's true."
"I don't mind at all, dear. In fact, I'm delighted," Wanda told her brother. "It means you've really found out how exciting and sexy spanking can be. One of these days, we'll have you get your cock into one of us, dog-style and the other one will give you a hard spanking until you fire your charge into a juicy cunt with your bare ass tingling. How does that sound?"
"Oh yes, it sounds great. Oh Wanda, thanks for this, for everything. I never knew I could be so happy, I guess I'm the happiest and the luckiest boy in the whole world."
"Thank you, darling. I want you to know that we know how you feel and we feel very lucky to have you. We have a lot of plans for you, plans that will mean lots of fun for all three of us, haven't we, Rhoda?"
"You bet we have," Rhoda agreed with feeling as Wanda and her brother watched the woman smearing Mark's semen on her thighs, over her already wet vulva and over her lower tummy.
While they rested and sipped drinks, they talked of sexy, exciting things and the boy remained highly aroused although he couldn't get his penis to rise after the two ejaculations which had so drained him and left him feeling deliciously weak.
"It's quite normal for a boy to like women's sexy panties, bras, girdles and all that," Rhoda assured him at one point. "I think you'd get a kick out of dressing up like a girl from time to time, then having your panties taken down for a spanking. I think we should give it a try before bed tonight. How about it?"
"Sure. It sounds great to me."
"Then come and kiss and lick my ass for a while and later," she went on as she got to her feet, her glass in her hand, "you will get to wear some sexy undies and get your ass spanked nice and hot. Maybe this time you'll sound even more like a girl as you cry through a good spanking."
Mark dropped to his knees eagerly as she turned her back to him and he fondled her thighs and hips as he covered her behind with wet kisses and wetter licks. He bathed both cheeks warmly, then as she bent a little from the waist, his tongue went to work in the smooth, warm valley between the beautiful rounds and Rhoda sighed warmly as he made her very wet there and tongued her tight, pink anal ring until she couldn't stand one more touch of tongue.
"That was lovely, Mark, but you can't leave me horny as I am. How about going down on me and giving me a nice cunt lapping with a beautiful big come. Better yet, you lie on your back and I'll go down on you, in a different sort of way," she said and winked at his sister as she put her drink down.
Mark lay on his back, still not knowing what was in store, then he got a hint as she knelt astride him and he looked right up into her crotch, seeing her wet looking vulva as she parted the lips with the tips of her fingers, then her knees moved slowly apart and he groaned with delight as he watched her crotch and the lower slopes of her beautiful bottom coming down to his face.
"Oh yes ... yes," the boy panted and his hands reached for her hips, tugging at her, trying to hurry her crotch onto his face so that he could suck that warm, soft, pink place and taste again the flavor of woman crotch.
There was the sound of a muffled groan as
Rhoda parked her vulva on his mouth, then her body was rubbing subtly on him and he gave her a delightful sucking. Wanting to share in the fun, Wanda knelt astride her brother, facing her lesbian lover, then her hands busied themselves with Rhoda's firm breasts while the boy gave her the lapping she wanted, one that triggered a wild orgasm made more exciting by hands fondling her breasts and the warm mouth which kissed hers while another mouth sucked her wet, churning vagina.
Mark went shopping with the two women the next day. While he blushed frequently as Wanda and Rhoda selected various items of lingerie for him, he remained highly aroused, his penis hard with desire. Arousal increased on the way home as he sat between the two women, both of whom had the hems of their skirts hiked well up their thighs. Not wanting to disturb his sister's driving too much, Mark merely fondled her right thigh, but his other hand was in Rhoda's crotch, rubbing where nylon caressed her vulva. He did the job so well that when she got out of the car at home, Rhoda laughingly told Wanda that her panties were wet.
"Shame on you, you naughty girl," Wanda scolded. "Just for that, you're going to have your wet panties taken down and your ass spanked."
"But I didn't pee my panties, Wanda. That nasty brother of yours made my cunt ooze."
"Then in that case, you'll both be spanked. Let me feel how wet you are," Wanda added, then put a hand in Rhoda's wet crotch and rubbed where her brother had. "You weren't kidding about your panties being wet. Your ass will pay for that, you dirty little girl. For now though, let's go to the bedroom so we can get Maria dressed in her pretty new clothes."
"Maria?" Mark said excitedly. "I'm going to feel like a Maria when I get all dressed up in my pretty new things."
They hurried to the bedroom where the women removed their dressed and Mark stripped naked, his stiff penis making him look very masculine indeed, as Rhoda observed, squeezing it while she lightly spanked his girlish behind.
Sharing his excitement, the women, dressed Mark in a garter belt, nylons, panties, padded bra and a short, sheer nightie so that he was transformed into a very pretty girl. Wanda added an extra touch by brushing his long hair differently, giving him a more feminine look, then Rhoda carefully applied lipstick and eye shadow. After that, he put on the high heeled shoes they had bought him, then he walked around the room, clumsily at first, then more gracefully as he became accustomed to the shoes.
Mark glowed with pride and excitement as they talked about how pretty Maria was as they fondled him and kept his penis in a continued state of arousal until Wanda took her bra off and fondled her breasts as she reminded the other two that they were going to be spanked as punishment for Rhoda's wet panties.
Rhoda and Mark began pleading with Wanda who remained adamant as they knelt at her feet groveling and begging, their sobs and whimpers making the act seem so convincing that Wanda felt a strong churning sensation inside the crotch of her panties and knew she would achieve at least one orgasm while she was spanking the two sensitive behinds.
She took Rhoda on her lap first, the victim's wet panties stretched across her shapely thighs just below the tops of her nylons and while she spanked hot roses into the lovely cheeks, Mark looked down and saw a slowly spreading circle of moisture where the head of his hard penis pushed at his red nylon panties. He felt confident his sister would give him an extra spanking for having wet his new panties that way. His panties became wetter as he watched the sound spanking his sister applied to Rhoda's beautiful bottom which glowed fiery red when she was finally allowed to get up and dance around the room, rubbing the big, tingling buttocks, her naked breasts bobbing excitingly, her beautiful face streaked with tears of pleasure pain.
"What's this?" Wanda asked as Mark stood before her and held the hem of his nightie above his waist. "You've wet your panties too?"
"I'm sorry, Wanda," he sobbed. "I got so excited watching you spanking Rhoda's ass. I guess my cock leaked a little."
"A little?" Wanda echoed as she rubbed the bulge in the wet panties. "I'd say your prick leaked more than just a little. You'll get a double spanking this time, Maria. One for wetting Rhoda's panties and one for wetting yours. Go get me my spanking slipper this instant, then you'll lie across my thighs with your bare ass turned up."
Trembling with excitement, Mark went to the dresser and came back with the slipper, his hand shaking as he handed it to her.
"How nice that you're crying already, Mark," his sister told him. "Now lie over my lap and I'll really turn your tears on as I spank your ass. I'll give you one spanking with my hand, then another with the slipper. That leather will really sting your ass after I've tenderized it with a hand spanking. In all, I think you'll get about a hundred spanks. Think about that," Wanda said as he positioned himself across her smooth thighs, "fifty stinging spanks on each cheek of your ass. Your poor ass will be tingling for a long time, I can assure you, Maria."
And then Wanda was spanking her brother, unhurriedly, each spanking providing a crisp sound, his sobbing and crying adding to the erotic sound, the sight of him kicking and squirming and slapping his hands on the floor turning Rhoda on so strongly it was impossible to resist the urge to masturbate, so she gave in, standing close to the scene of the action, licking her lips and panting as she stood with her feet braced wide apart, the long, gentle finger darting in and out of the top of her vagina as it maintained erotic contact with her clitoris.
As she spanked her brother and stared at her friend moving toward climax, Wanda became so highly aroused that she felt the familiar tingling in her crotch that told her climax was close. She stepped up the pace of the spanking, her brother rubbed his body hotly across her thighs and that did the trick. Orgasm of fierce intensity exploded in her crotch and while the hot waves crashed over her, she clutched at the boy's warm, pink buttocks squeezing and kneading and pinching them until the last gasp of climax, then she resumed the spanking and he resumed his crying.
When Wanda saw Rhoda going into Orgasm, her breasts wildly bobbing, she ended the spanking and watched the erotic sight as long as it lasted, then she picked up the slipper and told Mark she would give him his second spanking, observing that his rump was already beet red.
"Wait a sec, honey," Rhoda interrupted as Wanda raised her right hand. "How about a little change of plan for our Maria?"
"Like what?" Wanda asked, still holding the slipper aloft.
"My ass still feels nice and warm and it's tingling so nicely. What about letting him mount me and park his prick up my cunt for his spanking?"
"Hmmm, that's a possibility. How about up your ass-hole. It would position his ass better for a slipper spanking."
"Okay, let's go," Rhoda said eagerly and dropped to the soft carpet on hands and knees. "How does my ass look this way, dear?"
"Pink and plump and yummy, darling. If I had a cock I'd get it up your hole this minute. Come on, Maria, hop to it. Get off my lap and mount Rhoda's pretty pink ass for a nice ass fucking."
Sobbing and sniffling, Mark got off his sister's lap and his erect penis swayed as he approached the kneeling woman whose pink behind was so temptingly presented as she knelt waiting.
Probing between her buttocks, he found the pink hole and she trembled as he pressed the head of his stiff penis against it, he gripped her hips tightly, then heard her groan as he pushed slowly and felt his member pushing into the tightness of her anal ring.
"Oh Jesus, that feels nice. So hard and slim, just a lovely size for my poop chute," Rhoda announced, panting, as he gave her all of his penis and pressed tightly against her warm pink rump.
"Hold still, Maria," his sister told him as she knelt and he was pleased to obey, savoring the warmth and smoothness of silken buttocks under his tummy, his penis throbbing in her tight rectum. "Don't try to sneak in any strokes. If you don't shoot your load when I'm spanking you, I'll let you stroke up her hole later."
"Oh Wanda, it feels so good to have my dick up her ass hole. It feels as nice as a cunt. Her ass is so warm," Mark said and he watched his sister pick up the leather soled slipper she was going to use on his bottom.
"Her ass is not as your ass is going to be after I've made it burn with about twenty-five spanks on each cheek, Maria dear," his sister told him as she patted his behind with the sole that would soon ignite new fires in the flesh of his buttocks.
And then Wanda was spanking lustily and Mark was crying as he pressed tightly against Rhoda's warm bottom, his hands holding his kneeling partner by the hips, pulling her behind against him, his hard penis throbbing in her deliciously tight rectal passage.
Mark tried to obey the orders his sister had given him about not stroking his penis inside
Rhoda's rear entrance, but that was not easy since with each spank of the slipper, he pressed tightly against Rhoda's beautifully presented behind with the same effect he would have achieved by stroking his penis. Recalling that she had promised to allow him to have a real ride on Rhoda's bottom after the spanking, Mark tried his best to hold back the charge while thrills raced through his body, thrills induced by the steady, stinging smacking of the leather on his flaming red buttocks.
"There," he heard his sister say over the sound of his crying, "that should do for now. My God, I've never seen an ass so red hot looking. Is your prick still hard, darling?"
"Yes ... sob ... oh yes ... sob..." Mark told his sister excitedly.
"That's good, dear. I was sure you'd go off up her ass while I was spanking your ass."
"Can I fuck her up the ass hole now, Wanda?" Mark asked and felt his penis twitching in the tight confines of Rhoda's rectum.
"Yes dear, go ahead and give her a nice slow buggering," his sister told him. "While you ride her ass I'll play with yours. Christ, what a sight your red ass is. It must really be hot and tingly."
"It is, Wanda, it is, but I love it."
Tightening his grip on Rhoda's hips, Mark began working his penis in and out of the hole. He heard her moaning and guessed she was enjoying it too, though he felt sure Rhoda couldn't be enjoying it as much as he. With each forward stroke, he lightly spanked her warm bottom and pressed on her so that he really mashed against her buttocks. Wanda added to his ecstasy by massaging his hotly tingling buttocks, making him know that he would not be able to delay ejaculation for long.
"Oh Wanda ... I ... I'm going to shoot up her ass. I can't ... uh ... stop ... It's ... uh ... com ... uh ... coming ... it's..."
And then as the first blast of semen shot up her hole, Mark pulled Rhoda tightly against him, pressed firmly against her big, warm buttocks and panted and groaned as he drained himself until he thought he was going to faint. He didn't, quite, but he came very close to it.
Mark's first experience as a transvestite convinced him that it was his special thing. Since the women were also delighted, it was agreed that except in rare circumstances, he would dress for and act the female role. His wardrobe was expanded, his voice and mannerisms became female and, before long, he was so convincing in his Maria role that he often went into the city that way with Wanda and Rhoda.
He loved to sit in public places in such a way that men could see generous portions of his nylon sheathed thighs. A special thrill was to go to women's washrooms where he became quite adept at peeping under partitions to watch women in the adjoining cubicles. At times this so aroused him that he would stand facing the door and masturbate, leaving streaks of semen trickling there for later occupants to see and to wonder about.
At home, never a day passed without someone getting a spanking. Mark preferred being on the receiving end of the spankings, but he found erotic delight in playing the other role and taking one of the women over his lap for a bout of bare bottom warming with much squirming and many tears shed.
As he developed into manhood, he grew more and more into the role of Maria. Hormonal treatment aided the development of his breasts and provided thighs and buttocks that looked more female than male. His skin was as creamy smooth as that of either of the women.
Only one thing remained to brand Mark as a male, despite all other feminine traits. As though fate had joined in their game, his penis continued to grow until, when he lowered his panties to reveal it in strong erection, it measured eleven inches from tip to root, though it remained very slim.
From time to time, his sister or the other lesbian let him penetrate a warm vaginal slit with his massive member, but more often he serves his mistresses with his hands and mouth and tongue. Despite this, he enjoys all the climaxes he wants.
His most frequent method is to give one of the women a massage. Massage, as he performs it, is a time consuming act which involves not only his hands, but his mouth and tongue as well. When the act has reached a certain stage, the woman having enjoyed at least a couple of orgasms, he goes on to perform an act they call creaming.
The woman decides which portion of her body she wants creamed, breasts, buttocks, tummy or sometimes face, then he slowly masturbates until he is ready to ejaculate. His semen spurts over the designated portion of the woman who is receiving the massage, then he kneels back and watches as the other woman smears his semen around the target area. Both women swear that far from being just a game, constant application of semen works wonders as a beauty treatment and it must be admitted that they have beautiful skin.
I have rarely seen a happier family unit. During my stay as a guest in their home, their smile seemed to be permanent fixtures and all three seemed to radiate happiness. While he laughs at any and all forms of religion, Mark assured me that if he ever prayed, it would be a prayer of thanksgiving to the fate that sent him to his sister Maria and her exciting friend. Amen.
CASE HISTORY 5
"Thank God I brought you along, lover," Maryjo said as she took the battery operated vibrator out of the drawer of her bedside table and flicked the switch.
The familiar buzzing sound seemed to say "you're welcome," as she held the unit in her hand, then reached into her crotch with the other hand to prepare a path for it. Fingertips drew tender lips apart, she probed with a finger in her clit and it told her that she was more than ready, so she brought the long vibrator into her crotch and teasingly buzzed her firm inner thighs and the crotch area around her vulva before she found the slit, guided the head of the unit to it, then sighed and slowly pushed it in, her naked behind squirming on the bed as the buzzing artificial phallus moved toward meeting her need.
Her eyes closed and the fantasy moved in to help. As she fondled one of her beautiful, firm breasts, making the nipple very sensitive, it wasn't her hand at all, it was the hand of her lover, the faceless man whose penis was probing her moist vagina, contributing to the heat there, stretching the narrow passage, filling her and making her know that in just a while, she would be writhing and moaning in orgasm. No man had ever given her such a guarantee with his penis, no matter how hard or how big at the outset, but her vibrator had never failed.
As the fantasy built, Maryjo buried about seven inches of the ten-inch vibrator in her vagina, working it in and out in deliciously slow, long strokes, better than any man she had ever known, then she felt the need for orgasm so she pulled it out until only the tip remained inside her, buzzing where her clitoris felt almost painfully sensitive. Seconds later, her back arched in passion, she moaned, rammed the unit deep into her slit, pressed her thighs together, rubbing hotly, then she was writhing all over the bed, panting and moaning as sweet, strong orgasm drove her to the peak of ecstasy.
"Ooh lover," she said later with a sigh as she glowed in post-orgasmic ecstasy, "your darling cock really fixed my hot, hungry cunt for me. Bring it to my mouth, darling and let me lick it for you."
As though obeying with a mind of its own, the slippery, plastic phallus arrived at her lips and she kissed it, then she was moaning and sighing as she licked the shaft and her lips parted as it began to work into her mouth. She didn't hear the buzzing, or if she did, she heard it as the groans and labored breathing of a man having his penis sucked with a skill she had developed over years of pleasing lucky men, men who had been permitted to share the enjoyment of robust sex with her lovely body.
While she administered a magnificent blow job to the long, hard, tasty vibrator, tasty with the juice of her own vagina, Maryjo sent a finger between the lips of her vulva, making it do magic things, lovely exciting things so that, when her fantasy man ejaculated into her mouth, her lovely naked body was jerking and writhing in orgasm again as she erased all the rough edges of desire and knew she would be able to function again until the next hunger moved in with all its erotic demands.
It hadn't always been that way for Maryjo, but then too, she hadn't always been living alone in a lonely cabin deep in the mountains where she had grown up from her birth, thirty-six years before.
Maryjo had escaped from the mountains, from poverty and hunger and rustic squalor. She had made it all the way to New York, to being a high priced model and then a painter and well known commercial artist. She had sensed before she left the mountains at sixteen, that her beautifully developing body was going to be her salvation if she used it right. That idea that come to her the year before when her father took her deep into the woods and his eyes had shone as he peeled off her garments, trembling with lust as he stared at and fondled and sucked her already big breasts, then had played with her buttocks and her smooth, firm thighs before he parted them to gaze hotly in her crotch.
And then it had been his turn to show as he dropped torn, mud-caked overalls and she gasped at the sight of the penis she knew was going to violate her young body. It looked as fierce as a wild animal. It was big and rough looking and then there was a different look to it as he pulled the skin back until he bared the big head.
"Lay back, Maryjo," he had told her. "This is what a big cock looks like. You're more than big enough to take this one up your tight little cunt. It's time you knew what fucking can do for a girl. My old prick's gonna make your cunt feel right good when it fucks ya."
And then he was looming above her, the big penis ready as he lowered himself onto her. She tried to tell him she didn't want to learn, that she was terrified, but he wasn't listening and then his weight was crushing her into the bed of pine needles and lumpy soil, his penis found the target and he plunged into it with the ferocity of an animal. The rest was a mixture of pain and fear and smothering as he pounded on her body until she felt his body jerking on her, heard the animal grunts and growls and was aware of liquid shooting into her body. Later as he knelt over her, his soft penis dribbling a little more fluid on her, he told her how good it had been, but she didn't agree at all.
The other trips into the woods with her father had been as bad. By some miracle she didn't become pregnant and then she found her chance to escape. It came in the form of a traveling man who offered her a ride if she would promise to be good company. His hand reached under her skirt to make sure she understood what he meant and they made their deal.
It was the first time she had ever stayed in a motel and the place was like a castle to the girl from the hills. When he suggested they have a shower together, she told him she had never used a shower, but he offered to show her and they undressed.
His clothes were clean as was his body and though his penis was as big as her father's, it was somehow less threatening. In the shower, he was gentle and raved about the beauty of her body. His hands were so gentle as he bathed and rinsed her breasts and then he sent shivers up and down her spine as he kissed her big, firm breasts and sucked gently on sensitive nipples until they became long and hard and deliciously sensitive.
He was as gentle as he bathed her buttocks and then her crotch, gently laving inside her slit, making her squirm and sigh, doing it so well that for the first time in her life, Maryjo experienced orgasm and would have collapsed into a heap in the tub if he hadn't caught her and held her against his strong, clean body.
After he had toweled them both dry, he carried her to the bed and placed her gently on it. He was like a fairytale prince as his hands and lips and tongue ministered to her writhing body until she climaxed for the second time. Later, he explained orgasm to her and assured her that she would bring it on herself, guiding one of her fingers in her slit.
And then the man led her to a new plateau of joy as he shocked her by pressing his face gently between her thighs. When he kissed her vulva, she couldn't believe that anyone would do such a thing, but that was only the beginning and he sent her on a wild rocket ride as he sucked and lapped, keeping her writhing and panting until she shrieked in hot orgasm with his tongue lashing gently in her vaginal slit.
Only after all that did he lower himself onto her and, despite the bigness of him, he was light and gentle. When he worked his penis into her slippery vagina, it was again gentle and strangely thrilling. He worked it in and out of her with a slowness and gentleness that both amazed and delighted her and then, as the big, strong penis stretched her slit as it worked delightfully in and out, producing a thrilling squishing sound in her juicy depths, her delight soared when she climaxed as never before. It was a fierce orgasm that involved all of her body, her total being and, through it all, his magnificent penis kept stroking slowly, each thrust seeming to be in time to the spasms which kept rocking her body.
With more of the same perfect timing, the man went on thrusting slowly until the last waves of climax passed and then he gave her a shower of short, fast strokes. Maryjo wrapped her arms more tightly around him, then embraced his with her legs as well as he began spurting his big charge to her and her tight vagina sucked him dry.
As she lay panting and sighing while the man caressed a breast, Maryjo realized for the first time in her life, that sexual intercourse could be a beautiful thing when it was done properly.
Maryjo was delighted to pay her fare that way and stayed with the exciting man all the way to New York. Every night was orgy night for the two and he taught her tricks she had never dreamed of. But sex wasn't restricted to nights. One sunny afternoon as he drove along the highway at a steady sixty, the man began playing with her left thigh and gradually worked his way up to her crotch. When he told her to, Maryjo opened his fly and took out a beautifully stiff penis with which she played.
Remembering what he had taught her the night before, she twisted around and, partly on the seat, partly on the floor, she worked the big penis into her mouth and began sucking it. Maryjo sucked and fondled the throbbing weapon for a long time, then her work was rewarded as it began pumping warm, rich semen into her mouth. She sucked more greedily and went on sucking, swallowing the spurting juice until, with a weak moan, he told her to stop. When it was over, they were delighted to discover that she had taken his entire charge without spilling a drop of the precious, creamy fluid.
In New York, the man phoned friends, found her an apartment and a job, stayed with her for another week, then he had to get back on the road.
At work, Maryjo became friendly with a woman in her early thirties. She went to spend an evening with the woman, found the husband attractive and interesting and was soon engaged in an exciting conversation about the fun and games of sex. Just a little later, while the man knelt and fondled her thighs and the crotch of her very warm panties, the woman opened Maryjo's dress, unhooked her bra, then fondled and sucked her beautiful breasts. Her groans of passion filled the room as the kneeling man raised her bottom from the couch and sucked her through the crotch of panties which became very wet. He and his wife went on sucking and fondling until Maryjo was howling in orgasm.
After it was over, they all stripped naked and Maryjo was an eager student as the woman taught her the art of lesbian love. She was amazed at how thrilling it was to fondle and suck on the breasts of a woman, but her delight was greater when she buried her face in the warm, smooth crotch of the woman and felt the soft, moist vulva under her mouth. While the man played with her nicely-presented behind and slowly fingered her vaginal slit, Maryjo sucked and lapped the writhing woman until orgasm drove her wild.
But the game was only getting started and the next act found Maryjo and the woman locked in end to end embrace, each lapping in the wet crotch of the other while the panting man fondled and stroked the two of them, urging them on until one after the other, they climaxed.
Without pausing to rest, Maryjo allowed herself to be positioned with her knees wide apart as she knelt on all fours, the man knelt close behind her, then his wife guided his throbbing erection under Maryjo and up into her vagina.
As the man began riding her behind, the woman crawled-under Maryjo and fondled and sucked her breasts which dangled pendulously, like ripe, silken fruit. Sharing her body with a man and his wife, Maryjo thought as the big, strong penis kept thrusting in her churning vagina, had to be the most thrilling sexual act of all.
Through the night and all of the following day, the three continued their marathon orgy and when it finally ended with a totally spent man taking the vibrator out of Maryjo's vagina and another one out of his wife's anus, Maryjo saw that there was a whole new world of sex out there and knew she would explore it to the outer limits.
Maryjo met other swinging people and through one of them she was introduced to a woman who ran a medium-sized model agency. The woman took an instant liking to her, took her to her country cottage for a weekend of lesbian lust, then brought her into the agency where, in an amazingly short time, Maryjo not only became a model, but the best and by far the most sought after one in the agency.
As a model, she had everything going for her, her lush, perfectly formed body, her natural talents as a model and the fact that she was never hesitant about falling into bed with any client, male or female, who suggested it, then going on to demonstrate her natural talent for sex, in any form and with any partner or partners.
While still working as a model, Maryjo went to spend a weekend with a swinging couple, both of whom were painters. During a break from sex, Maryjo tried her hand at painting. At first she thought the couple were putting her on when they registered amazement at her artistic ability, then she saw they meant it. Maryjo enrolled in an art school the following week and once again found that she was a natural talent. Her friends showed her and her work around the art world and within a year, Maryjo held her first one woman showing. Success was instant and brilliant.
Still in her early twenties, Maryjo knew the joy of total confidence. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, she could do anything she wanted and do it well, and she had so many friends that she couldn't begin to count them. Beyond that, she had so full a sex life that she was sure she was setting records there as well as in other areas.
If there was anything wrong with her sex life, it was that she had done just about everything and there was nothing in the whole spectrum of sex that she hadn't done, or at least nothing she could think of.
But she proved to be wrong there. She learned that when a couple she had met at a party invited her to spend a weekend at their home in the country. She wasn't enthusiastic about them, yet they promised her a special treat without telling her what. Curious, she went along, deciding that if it didn't work out as well as she wanted, she could always leave.
Her hosts, Tom and Myrna, were in their mid thirties. She was warmly welcomed and as they took turns kissing her when she arrived, they tongued her mouth and fondled her breasts nicely, turning her on and preparing her to enjoy her stay after all. A hard bulge in the front of Tom's pants assured her that he felt nicely ready for action. She recalled that Tom had a long penis, nine or ten inches, as she recalled from the party where she had participated in a contest to see which woman could take most of it into her mouth.
As the kiss ended, she was surprised to see a boy walk into the room, smiling and looking very eager. He wore a bathrobe and as she looked at him, he opened it and showed her that he had an erection and that for a boy so young, it was surprisingly long. It wasn't often that Maryjo could be surprised, but she was as he took the robe off and waved his erection at her, smiling as he did.
"Who's your friend?" Maryjo asked Myrna.
"Friend? That's our son Ted. He's fourteen and he-likes sex a lot."
"Jesus," Myrna gasped, really surprised. "You really have to be putting me on."
"No, it's true," Tom assured her. "We believe in sharing. Our principal interest in life is sex, so we share that with our son. He's a surprisingly good lover."
"You better believe it, Maryjo," Myrna said, smiling. "His tongue is magic when it works into a cunt. He laps like a dream, and he's a gorgeous fucker too, better than most men I've found."
"You really are beautiful," the boy told Maryjo. "My folks told me how beautiful you are and I see what they mean. Christ, I'd love to suck on those tits and lick your ass and get my face in your crotch to eat your cunt."
"Don't be so eager, darling," his mother told the boy. "If you impress our friend properly, I'm sure she'll let you snack in her crotch and between the cheeks of her beautiful ass, but please be patient. Come sit on my lap and Mommy will give you a tit to suck on."
As she sat, Myrna opened the front of her dress, opened her front-hooking blouse and took her breasts out. They were lovely, Maryjo observed and looked forward to suckling them herself, but for the time being, she was wildly aroused at the thought of the boy sucking his mother's breasts.
Joining her on the couch, he reached for the naked breasts, fondled them lovingly, then his father moved behind Maryjo, both hands reaching around her to cup her breasts.
"Isn't it a real randy turn-on to see a boy working on his mother like this?" Tom whispered.
"It sure as hell is," Maryjo agreed as the man opened her dress, then unhooked her bra.
"Wait until you see the way he eats her cunt and sucks her ass," the man said as he reached for
Maryjo's breasts with two hands and as he pressed against her, she felt the form of hard penis throbbing between her buttocks. "Speaking of tits," Tom went on as he fondled Maryjo's firm beauties, "yours are still the most beautiful I've ever seen or touched. I hope you will let me give them some lovely suckings over the weekend."
"The way that kid and his mother are turning me on," Maryjo replied, "I have a feeling I'll give you anything you want. The way he sucks and fondles those big tits is really something, but her being his own mother makes it so much more exciting for me."
"That's the way we felt about it when she seduced him that first time. He was twelve years old and really trembled as she took about two hours to do it," Tom told Maryjo, his hands moving gently over her naked breasts. "She let him see and feel a little at a time, got him horny out of his mind while she still had all her clothes on. By the time she let him take her panties off to look and feel in her crotch, he was really going crazy."
"It sounds exciting as hell, Tom. Were you there with them?"
"I was watching through a one-way window from the next room. I could see and hear everything," Tom told her, taking one hand off her breast long enough to raise the hem of her dress to her waist, then he had a hand in her crotch and she felt his stiff penis throbbing against her behind as they watched the boy let go of his mother's breasts to strip her dress off, then go for her panties.
Myrna pretended to resist, but her son persisted and then she was panting in make-believe protest as he stripped her tiny panties off, forced her big thighs apart and then he went down on her, his face buried in her crotch, his hands fondling firm thighs and buttocks as he sucked noisily between her thighs as she moaned and panted until his licking tongue triggered a hot, joyful climax and she writhed and bucked through it while firm smooth thighs massaged his face delightfully.
"Did you like the way I sucked Mommy's cunt?" he asked as he smiled up at Maryjo.
"I liked it a lot, Ted. How would you like to lap my hot cunt just like that?"
"I'd like that a lot, Maryjo. The way Dad's been rubbing it, I'll bet it's hot and juicy already. First though, I'd like to play with your tits and suck them. They're really beautiful."
"Come on, lover boy, and we'll see what you can do. Later," she told him as he went to the other couch with her, "I'll take your stiff prick in my cunt and fuck the balls off you. Do you fuck as well as you eat cunt?"
"You'll see," he told Maryjo as he bent over her and while his parents watched in obvious approval, he pushed the open bra and dress down to her waist, then went to work on her firmly jutting breasts with his hands and mouth, turning her so that he could watch his father giving his mother another lapping to ensure that she would stay horny and ensure and fun night for all.
Maryjo loved the way the precocious boy worked on her firm breasts and she told him so, her voice breaking with passion as she squirmed hotly on the couch, then she realized that Ted was stripping her dress off as he had done to his mother. She liked that development and helped him achieve it, then he came to get her panties and she decided to play coy. That further aroused him and she was amazed at his strength as he tore her panties off, then his hands were strong as he parted her legs and his face went into her crotch. Her vulva was already wet, but he made it much wetter as he sucked and licked there until cries of ecstasy told all in the room that Maryjo was climaxing and that it was a beauty.
"God, I see what you mean about this wonder kid," Maryjo said as she sat up, sighing. "He eats cunt better than men."
"He learned at his mother's knee," Tom said with pride.
"Not at her knee, Dad. Between her knees in that sexy, hot crotch of hers. Am I going to be allowed to fuck Maryjo now?"
"You are as far as I'm concerned, Ted," Maryjo told him. "Anyone who laps my cunt like that can fuck me anytime. How about you fucking me while we watch Daddy and Mummy fucking?"
All agreed with that arrangement and Maryjo played with the boy while she watched Myrna get down on all fours as her husband knelt close to her behind and slowly worked his long penis into her until it was totally buried.
After that, Maryjo lay on her back on the thick carpet, her crotch wide open. Hurriedly, the boy mounted her and as he fed his stiff young penis into her more than ready vagina, he twisted his body so that he was able to steal one lovely, smooth big breast and suck fondly on it while he worked hard penis in her slit.
He stroked slowly, delightfully, in a manner which made it clear why, to women of discernment, it isn't size that is important in sexual intercourse.
While the boy humped her and sucked her breast, Maryjo, sighing and panting, watched Tom feeding his long weapon to his wife who was obviously more than happy with the arrangement.
Maryjo heard the woman shout "now," and assumed she was on the verge of orgam, but that wasn't so. Instead, she saw Tom pull the massive penis out of his wife's slit, saw how the long shaft shone with vaginal juice, then he guided the head between his wife's buttocks, found a little pink hole there, then gave a push and sent the head inside. Holding her by the hips, Tom slowly buried it into her and began buggering her.
A few minutes later, he pulled her lovely behind back and held her tightly against him as he fired his charge deep inside her bowel. That seemed to be a signal to the son, who gave his woman a series of short jabs, then her strong legs were around his naked body, crushing him as he pumped semen to her and she sucked him dry.
Over the course of the weekend, there were many games and many variations of partners, but the highlight, for Maryjo, came when she knelt, masturbating, as she watched the family at play.
Myrna was again kneeling on all fours. Her husband knelt in front of her and she captured his long penis in her mouth. At the same time, her son knelt behind her and worked his hard young penis into the little ring between her lovely buttocks.
At a signal from the man, the action commenced and as the woman sucked her husband's throbbing penis, her son began giving her a deliciously slow buggering, his tummy spanking her behind.
The sight of the whole family in action together was such a thrill to Maryjo that she climaxed quickly, then after only a brief pause, she sent the finger back into her slit and did it again. She was on the verge of her third orgasm when she saw that Tom was shooting his charge into the sucking mouth of his wife while their son was firing his load into the nest of that nicely presented bottom of his squirming mother who was drinking fast to make sure she didn't waste any of the precious fluid she was drinking from the long, strong semen dispenser in her mouth.
By the time the weekend was finished, Maryjo was more than content, she was totally satiated. And yet her mind burned with the thought of how thrillig it must have been for Myrna when she seduced her innocent young son that very first time. One day, Maryjo promised herself, she would find an innocent little boy and she would seduce him in just that way. She filed the thought away for future reference and, for many years, lost sight of it.
And then, when she was thirty-six years old, Maryjo slipped into a state that was a mixture of boredom and frustration. She had all the sex she wanted, in endless variety, yet she felt her body demanding a rest from all she had known, a need for time to be alone to contemplate and that after that, perhaps, she would be able to return to her old life and find fresh enjoyment from it.
In making the sentimental journey back to the mountains of her childhood, she hoped she was doing the right thing. It was easy to find the relatively remote cabin that assured her all the privacy she wanted and enough of the basic comforts. She painted and allowed her thoughts to wander freely, yet there was no sign of the contentment she had been seeking. But it didn't really upset Maryjo. Over a long period of time fate had been good to her and she was confident that if she could relax and wait for it, she would find what she came for, even if she wasn't sure just what it was.
That day, Maryjo had sat outside the cabin painting for a long time. It had gone reasonably well and then the three drinks she'd sipped and the heat of the bright sun combined to set off a familiar churning between her thighs. It came as no surprise to her and she knew what to do. Beside her bed, on the table, was her vibrator. That and a fantasy would take the churning away and make her feel good again, she knew.
She had just walked into the house when she saw the young boy walk out of the woods and into the clearing where she had hung her washing that morning; mostly panties, bras, and a few pairs of nylons.
Maryjo watched through the window as he approached the clothes line and stared in fascination at her undies. Back in the hills, she guessed, he didn't see such things often, if ever at all. Just then, a big dog came out of the woods and joined him. Something in the scene got to Maryjo. The boy and his dog represented the simplicity of rural life, yet the boy's interest in her lingerie represented something totally different and she forgot about her vibrator as her mind gave her a vivid picture of her session with Ted and his parents so many years before.
"Hi," she said as she went outside and smiled at the young boy who tensed for a moment, then gave her a shy smile. "My name is Maryjo. What's yours?"
"I'm Jimmy and this here is my dog, Grizzly."
"Nice of you and Grizzly to come and visit me, Jimmy. I enjoy the quiet here, but it is nice to talk to someone after being alone so long. Do you live around here?"
"Couple a miles away. We're just walkin'. Gee, you sure do have pretty things," he added, his eyes going to the little garments on the line.
"I'm glad you like them, Jimmy. I have to take them in now. Would you like to give me a hand and then we can have a drink of something cool?"
She saw excitement in his eyes as she slowly took nylons off the line, leaving the panties and bras for him to gather up. She observed that he handled them reverently, saw him looking at open bra cups, then flashing a quick glimpse at the outline of her big breasts in her white blouse.
In the cabin, she poured a drink for herself and a Coke for the boy, then they sat to chat. As they did, she sat opposite and was pleased that she had worn her garter belt and nylons as usual. To most women, that would have been out of the question, wearing such things when alone in a mountain cabin, but Maryjo was not most women. Even the big dog who curled up on a mat seemed to look at her with interest.
The boy was open and honest and he answered all Maryjo's questions, some of which would have shocked a city boy of his thirteen years.
"Sure, I play with my dick a lot. There ain't much else to do around here," he told her with honest simplicity Maryjo found both refreshing and sexually stimulating. "When I pull myself and shoot my cream, old Grizzly here-likes to lick it. He licks it all up."
"Maybe you could teach him to suck your cock. I'll bet that would be fun."
"Naw, he wouldn't do that. I tried. He just licks for a little while and gives up, then I jerk off and give him my cream to lick up."
"I know a woman who has a dog that's trained to lap her cunt. She says it feels real nice. I also know some women who like to get fucked by big dogs. I wonder if Grizzly would like to fuck me."
"I don't know about him, but I'd sure like to fuck you," the boy told her with the same open frankness. "I never even saw what a girl got between her legs."
"What a woman has between her legs is a cunt, Jimmy, and it's very nice, all soft and pink and pretty. Men love to see my cunt and touch it and suck it and lick it and fuck it. How can I feel sure that if I give you some nice treats, you won't run around to your friends and tell everything?"
"I ain't got but a couple of friends and if you don't want me to, I won't tell them nothin'. That's the truth, Miss Maryjo."
Maryjo had long since decided that she was going to seduce the innocent little boy, but she decided to take her time so it would last all afternoon and into the evening. Making sure the boy had plenty to look at as she crossed and recrossed her long, shapely legs, she told him many stories of her sex experiences, including the session with Ted and his parents. As she talked, she saw him squirming in erotic discomfort and knew the boy had a strong, demanding erection.
"I like the way you look at my thighs, Jimmy," Maryjo said, seductively raising the hem of her skirt to display the shapely white thighs above the expanded tops of her nylons where black suspenders pressed against her skin in exciting contrast. "Do you like the way I look under my dress?"
"I sure do. I'd like to see a whole lot more of what you got under your dress."
"Would you, dear? All right," she said as she uncrossed her legs and slowly moved her knees apart. "Look at how my little black panties hug me between my legs, how they press on my warm, pink cunt."
Her skirt pulled up high, her legs spread wide, she showed him her crotch and saw perspiration trickling down his face and saw him tugging roughly at the front of his pants in an effort to make his penis more comfortable.
"Oh Maryjo, I ain't never seen nothin' as nice as you are. Damn, you're so pretty and your little panties are so cute. I sure would like to touch you, all over."
"Maybe I'll let you, Jimmy. You see, I like you very much. Here, how would you like to see how my bra looks when it's full of big tits?" she asked, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her pulses racing with arousal as she saw the boy's eyes popping as he stared, moving to the very edge of his chair.
"Oh, Maryjo, your tits are so big and so white. You gotta let me see them all bare and touch them, please, huh?"
"Sure, Jimmy. I haven't had a man to feel me up and fuck me in a long time. Because you're so nice, I'll let you be my man. We mustn't hurry though. We'll take our time and make it last. Sex is better that way. Take off all your clothes now," she told him, her voice husky as her hands rubbed slowly around the bulging cups of the black bra. "Show me how you look naked. Let me see how hard your cock is. I want to see if it's hard enough to get up my cunt to fuck me. I love looking at cocks, especially nice hard ones."
Without even a hint of embarrassment, the boy stood and then he was undressing. There wasn't much to take off, just a shirt, a pair of jeans and then he was naked and she saw that his penis was very hard indeed. When she called him, he went to her. She held his penis gently and toyed with it as he looked down at the bulging cups of her bra and the exciting white cleavage of those beautiful big breasts. She heard him panting with desire as she hefted the sac between his thighs and tested the firmness of his throbbing penis, then she got up and removed her dress as Jimmy, panting with arousal, stared bug eyed at the lovely woman as she walked gracefully around the room, allowing him to view her from all angles.
"Do you like my nicely rounded ass, Jimmy?" Maryjo asked as she posed with her back turned to him, the plump cheeks so white where they showed generously around the triangle of black nylon.
"I sure do, Maryjo. I could get down on my knees and kiss, kiss your ass."
"I'd like that, Jimmy. I love having my ass kissed. There are a lot of men in New York who would give a lot to be able to kiss my ass and lick in the crack between my ass cheeks. I may let you do that in a little while, Jimmy. Let's go to my bed," she told him. "My bed is nice and wide and we'll have lots of room to play."
He followed her to the bedroom, his eyes focused hotly on the motion of her lovely buttocks as she walked, then they were in the privacy of her bedroom and she took him in her arms, bent her face down to him and gave him a kiss on the mouth that kept him trembling, kept his penis twitching there in the silken nest of her thighs as her tongue licked warmly, wetly around his mouth and her hands held his firm buttocks, pulling him more tightly against her. When she did let him go, it was only because she feared he would ejaculate there and deprive her of what she wanted, the feel of his hard young penis in the wetness of her churning vagina.
"Go ahead and feel me up all over, Jimmy," she told the boy, smiling warmly at him, moving her feet apart to open her crotch for him.
With a little cry, he reached for the cups of her bra and began exploring. He played there, peering down between the cups, licking his lips in anticipation, then his hands began moving down, over firm waist and tummy, over the front and back of her clinging panties, then one hand moved to the crotch and he groaned as he felt the softness of her vulva through the thin fabric, felt warmth and a suggestion of moisture. He had heard men talk about what a woman kept hidden between her thighs, had heard and hungered to see for himself. It was too good to be true that this woman, this beautiful, nice city woman was going to let him see and touch and, if she kept her word, let him do more, go all the way and perform that thrilling act he had heard so much about, the act that would involve sticking his stiff throbbing penis into that soft, secret place between her luscious thighs.
He had been fondling her crotch and buttocks for about three minutes when, impulsively, he dropped to his knees, held her firm hips with both hands, then pressed his face into the soft, scented warmth between the silken thighs. He inhaled deeply and she heard his muffled groan of passion. Of all her sexual experiences, she told herself, this was going to be the most exciting she had ever known.
"You may get up now dear and take my bra off," Maryjo said, her tone an erotic whisper. "You may take my bra off and see my bare tits. I'll let you see them and feel them and suck them so my nipples will get long and hard."
Jimmy got to his feet unsteadily, then she turned her back, inviting him to unhook her bra. She felt his fingers fumbling there and decided against helping him since there was no hurry and she was enjoying his innocent inefficiency as he fought to slip the hooks. He finally managed one, then knew how to open the others, but it still took time before he had slipped the final one and the garment fell open.
Moving a little away from the boy, she paused, then she pushed the garment down her arms and allowed it to fall. As she hefted the naked beauties, making them bounce for him, a dry croak escaped from his throat and then he reached with a pair of trembling hands for the twin gifts she offered him.
"Be gentle, dear," she told him. "A woman's tits are very delicate. You wouldn't want to hurt my beautiful tits, would you?"
"Oh no. They're so pretty and they feel so smooth," the boy responded, panting as his hands moved over the gorgeous breasts and he felt the nipples getting hard and long as he rubbed over them. "Oh, Miss Maryjo, I always wanted to look at tits, but I never knew they'd be so pretty."
"You're just lucky, Jimmy. Not many women have lovely tits like mine, so big and firm and smooth and beautiful."
Wanting to see the nipples that kept growing under his touch, the boy rubbed the sides of her breasts and stared at the darkening tips, counting himself the luckiest boy ever.
"Let me show you something nice you can do with women's tits, dear," Maryjo whispered warmly. "Open your mouth as wide as you can. That's it. I'll give you a lovely tit to suck, but be careful you don't hurt it with your teeth."
With a hand on the back of his neck, Maryjo cupped one breast from below and guided it to his mouth. She gave him the nipple first and after she had rubbed it around his lips, he suckled it and made her sigh warmly, then she pressed and his mouth opened wide as she filled it with silken breast to be sucked. He sucked greedily and she urged him on with low groans and sighs as her hand kept pulling on his head to let him know she wanted more and more sucking.
And the boy gave her what she wanted, eagerly, making his jaws sore as he stretched them so that he could get more lush breast into his mouth. He sucked until she took the breast out of his mouth and they examined it together, saw it shine with a film of saliva, then she hefted the other breast, he opened his mouth wide and moaned softly as she pushed the breast in and he held it with both hands as he sucked on it like a greedy baby.
"Did I do it good, Maryjo? Did I suck your tit good, like a man?"
"You sucked it better than most men, darling," she said as they examined it and he fondled it tenderly. "In fact, you did it as well as a woman could."
"Do women suck women's tits?" Jimmy asked, surprised.
"Yes, dear. Many of them do. I love to suck the tits of a beautiful woman or to have a woman suck mine. Women also suck women's cunts. They suck them and lick them and give great big comes to each other. I love sucking cunt and having my cunt sucked and lapped. Sometimes when I'm making love with some beautiful woman, we lie end to end and suck each other's hot, juicy cunt at the same time and we feel each other all over while we're sucking. It's a really thrilling game."
"I'd sure like to see that," Jimmy told her. "Does a cunt taste like pee?" he asked, a little nervously she saw.
"Not at all, dear. If a cunt is clean, as mine always is, it doesn't taste at all and it has a nice perfume, kind of musky, a little like those dark places in the deep woods."
"Will you let me suck your cunt, Maryjo?" Jimmy asked in a small voice. "I won't be afraid, honest."
"Yes, dear, you're such a nice boy and I like you so much. I'll let you suck and lick my cunt, I'll let you get your tongue right up my slit to lap up my cunt honey. First though, do a little practicing through my panties. Suck the crotch of my little panties and get them nice and wet. After that, I'll let you take my panties off for me. Would you like to do that for me, Jimmy?"
"Oh, I sure would. Sometimes when I'm pullin' myself, I try to picture taking a woman's panties down to see her, her know, down there, in front and in back and everything."
"From now on you'll be able to picture that, dear," she told him. "You'll never forget me and the things we're going to do, playing and sucking and fucking. Here, darling," she told him as she fell back on the bed, raising and parting her legs to show him how her panties clung to her vulva. "Suck my cunt through my panties. Make my panties wet while your mouth feels how soft and warm my randy cunt is."
Jimmy hurried his face into her crotch and then he began sucking, his hands rubbing her thighs and hips while her hands fondled and squeezed her breasts.
"Oh yes, darling ... yes..." Maryjo moaned as the boy sucked wetly. "That's the way to do it. Make my panties nice and wet. Oh Jimmy, my hot cunt is tingling and feels so juicy. Suck a little more and then I'll let you take my panties right off for me and you'll see your very first cunt. Suck, darling, suck my hot panties just like that. Oh yes ... yes ... yesssssss."
While the boy sucked and fondled, Maryjo floated far out, lost in a world of beautiful lights and colors and sounds. It was an erotic state of suspended animation, so much so that as orgasm exploded in her crotch, it caught her by surprise and a cry of ecstasy broke from her.
"Did I hurt you?" the boy asked, raising his face out of her crotch and staring down as she writhed on the bed, her thighs rubbing hotly together, her hands clutching at her breasts.
While he waited for his answer, she panted and grunted and groaned and then her eyes opened and he saw them shining with delight as a wide smile spread across her face.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked again.
"Oh no, darling. Far from it. You gave me such a nice come, such a big, beautiful one. When you have a come, your cock shoots cream. When a woman comes, it all happens in her cunt and it's delicious. I may have sounded like I was in pain, but I was so happy that I had to scream. How would you like to take my wet panties off now and have a look at my cunt and bare ass? You'll be able to see everything and feel everything then, Jimmy dear."
"Oh yes ... yes," he panted and reached for her panties, but she caught his hands and stopped him, then she got off the bed and stood close to it, her hands on her smooth hips, a happy smile on her face.
"Let's make it a big deal, Jimmy, your first pair of panties to take down. Kneel down in front of me and take them down slowly, make it as exciting as possible for the two of us."
The boy dropped to his knees in front of her and his hands trembled as they reached out for her panties. As he began to pull the garment down, she heard his labored breathing and her body swayed gently. He paused as he peeled the nylon triangle down over the bushy mons veneris and he stared intently, then he pulled the panties slowly down her thighs and legs until they were at her feet and she rested a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of them, naked except for her garter belt and nylons which emphasized her nudity with the contrasting frame they provided.
"I ... I can't see it," he said, almost sobbing. "I can't see your cunt."
"You will, darling, when I open my legs to show it to you. I'll let you look at my beautiful bare ass first," Maryjo said as she turned and then he gave a little cry as he stared at an excitingly beautiful, perfectly rounded pair of buttocks and a deep, smooth crack between.
"Oh Maryjo ... I can see it ... your ass ... it's so pretty ... so smooth and round ... oh ... it's so..." his words broke off and as he clutched at her well fleshed hips, he began kissing all over her behind, then he pressed his face into the crack and held on, letting her feel his deep inhalations between her buttocks. As he began licking in her crack, Maryjo bent from the waist so he was able to see the little pink ring there and then he made her squirm as he licked it, delightfully. He went on licking until her anus felt raw and she took it away from him, turned as the boy stared, wide eyed, then her feet moved apart, she jerked her hips, then he was looking up into her crotch at the soft pink lips below the crown of curly hairs.
"Oh ... I see it..." he panted. "I see your ... your cunt. Oh, it's so pretty ... so pink and soft," he said, panting, and then he moved a trembling hand into her warm crotch and then he was stroking her vulva very gently, finding it moist, hot and so exciting that he feared he was going to faint.
"We'll go lie on the bed now, darling," Maryjo told him. "I'll open my crotch wide and you can feel my cunt and then, when I'm really squirming and horny, you can start sucking."
"Oh yes," he panted as he got off his knees, stared at her naked behind in motion as she walked to the bed and got on it.
She turned over, sighed as she opened her crotch, then Jimmy was there and his face was buried in her warm crotch, this time with no panties in the way. As he sucked the pink lips into his mouth, Maryjo sighed and reached down, using the tips of her fingers to take the lips out of his mouth and part them. At that, he raised his face enough so that he could see and he gave a little cry as he looked into her vaginal slit to see that it was darker in color and shiny with juice. When he realized that he was going to suck there and bury his penis in that beautiful place, he trembled all over and his eyes fought to retain focus.
"Suck me, darling," she whispered urgently. "Suck tender, tasty cunt. Suck my cunt and get your tongue in to lick up my cunt juice ... suck me, darling boy ... suck my cunt and give me a great big come."
Even before she finished delivering the message, she felt his mouth claim her vulva and then he was sucking and she knew that orgasm would visit again and that this time it would take her right through the roof of heaven. He needed no training, she realized as he sucked beautifully, instinctively, his hands exploring wherever they could reach. After a little while, the boy flicked his tongue into her slit, tightened his grip on her and began lapping deep inside, where her juice was rich and hot and tasty.
She allowed him to lap there for a while, then guided with gentle, loving words until he was licking in the top of her slit, his tongue making exciting contact with her clitoris. As she had expected, it took very little licking there to trigger orgasm, one so deliciously fierce that it wrung shrieks from deep within as she threshed madly and squirmed all over the wide bed.
"Boy, I wish I could come like that," he told her, later, as she opened her eyes and sighed warmly.
"You'll come very nicely when you get your stiff prick right up my cunt, you darling boy. Would you like to fuck me now? I'm ready for it, dear. Get your cock in my cunt and fuck me and you won't be a virgin anymore. Give me a nice fuck and shoot lots of cream up my snatch."
"Oh yes ... yes ... yes," he panted as he moved up over her and then he wa lying on her naked body, fumbling in her crotch with his throbbing penis, hoping he wouldn't go off before he got his tool into her juicy slit.
"You're close, dear. Get your prick in my cunt to fuck me," she panted.
"Yes ... yes ... oh ... there ... I'm ... I'm in ... I got my cock right in your cunt," he panted and she felt him push his stiff tool in until it was buried and her hands clutched at his buttocks while she panted with excitement at taking a boy's virginity from him.
"Fuck me now, dear. Just work your prick in and out. Your body knows how. It will show you, darling. Fuck my horny cunt."
Hoping he was doing it right, Jimmy began stroking and then she was urging him on, telling him how well he was doing it, how good he was making her feel.
"Oh Maryjo ... it feels so good ... to fuck you ... in your cunt," he panted.
"My, but you fuck beautifully," Maryjo assured him. "Go to town, darling. Fuck me silly and shoot your cream into my horny cunt."
"Yes, Maryjo ... yes ... yes ... yes," he panted as he stroked, his hard penis pistoning in her juicy slit, his body riding a beautiful, silken, naked body, his eyes feasting on her firm, pink tipped breasts and her beautiful, smiling face.
"Jimmy felt the churning in his loins that told him there was going to be a glorious explosion of semen. He tried hard to make it hold back, but that was out of the question and he gave a little cry, ground down hard in her crotch and then he was ejaculating into her hot depths as she held him with very strong arms and legs, crushing and delighting the panting boy as her skilled vaginal walls sucked on the spending penis and drained him totally.
Later, as Maryjo sat up to light a cigarette, her feet wide apart on the floor, Grizzly, the big, shaggy dog approached.
"Do you think your dog is jealous and wants to fuck your woman, Jimmy?" she asked.
"Heck no," the boy replied with a little laugh.
"I'm not so sure of that," Maryjo said and put down the cigarette as the beast sniffed in her crotch then began licking at the juice he found there.
"Nice doggy," Maryjo said and patted the animal's head. "Lick my cunt. That's it, lick up the tasty fuck juice. That's a nice dog."
"Want me to make him go away?" Jimmy asked with an expression of concern.
"Not on your life, dear. Mmmmm, that feels so nice. What an exciting tongue he has. It's so long. Ooohhhhh, that feels nice."
"Oh Maryjo, he's really licking your cunt, just like I did," Jimmy said, sitting up and moving close.
"Yes. Oh Christ, this is so exciting," Maryjo panted as she reached into her crotch and parted the lips of her vulva to allow the animal to get his tongue right into her slit.
He did and as he lapped up the juice he found there, she let a low, quavering groan escape her as she patted the animal on the head to encourage him.
"Nice dog, lick my cunt ... lick up all the fuck juice, Grizzly," she told the animal. "That's it ... lick my cunt and get horny ... oh yes ... yes ... lick my cunt you beautiful dog ... lick me ... lick ... lick ... ooohhhhhhh..."
"Is he gonna make you have a come in your cunt?" Jimmy asked.
"I ... I don't know ... uh ... oohhhh ... I hope so, dear. Oh Christ, this feels so good. I'm so horny. How big a cock does your beast have, Jimmy?"
"I dunno. Why?"
"I'm so horny, dear. I'm going to try to get him to fuck me." , "Dogs can't fuck people," he said and paused. "Or can they?"
"Yes they can, darling and I'm going to have a damn good try. I've never been fucked by a dog, but I want it."
Pushing the animal away, Maryjo got off the bed and bent beside him, patting him on the head and telling him he was a good dog, then she reached under him and fumbled until she found his penis.
"Yes, Grizzly," she said as she played with it and felt it hardening. "Let me get your cock hard and then you'll mount my bare ass and fuck me. You'll love fucking woman cunt," she went on as she felt the penis enlarging and slipping out of the sheath.
"He's gettin' a hard on," Jimmy said, excitedly. "He does want to fuck you, I think."
"Sure you want to fuck me, don't you, Grizzly?" Maryjo asked as she gave the penis a few more rubs, then released it and knelt on all fours, her naked behind aimed at the animal, her legs wide apart to show him his target.
"Come and fuck me, Grizzly," she panted as she reached behind to pat her vulva. "Come and get my cunt, nice doggie. Come mount my ass and shoot that dog cock right up my cunt."
As though he understood, the animal moved closer to her, sniffed below her buttocks, licked tentatively, then his red penis pushed all the way out of the sheath which rolled back over his testicles and the boy gave a little cry of excitement as the dog pushed closer to the kneeling woman who tensed in anticipation, then he reared up, his front legs wrapped around her and he began a humping motion with his body as he searched for her vagina.
"He's gonna fuck you ... he's gonna fuck you like a bitch," the boy said excitedly.
"Oh yes ... yes ... find my cunt, Grizzly. Find my cunt and ram that prick into me for a glorious dog fucking."
She felt the penis hit the bottom slope of a buttock, felt the animal humping, then his tool hit in her crotch, just off the target.
Crazed with lust, the animal kept humping, panting and drooling saliva on Maryjo's bare back, then his penis drove one more time and she cried out in ecstasy as he buried the long, slim tool in her. With a couple of short strokes, he rammed it all the way in to the hilt.
"He's in," Maryjo panted. "He's up my cunt right to the nuts. Oh Jesus, I'm going to get fucked by a beautiful dog."
"You sure as hell are," the boy said and got off the bed, crouching beside Maryjo on the floor, staring as his big dog, panting lustily, began riding the bare behind of the beautiful woman, his penis pistoning in her slit so fast that it looked like a blur to the boy and felt like fast driving ecstasy to the panting woman whose naked breasts swayed strongly under her.
"Oh, it's good ... it's so good ... so good," Maryjo panted as the beast hammered at her behind and vagina, his tool ramming faster than any man who had ever ridden her. "Fuck me ... fuck me you beautiful beast ... oh Christ, what a cock ... what a fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... oh hell, my cunt's going to catch fire."
As he watched and listened, Jimmy felt a twinge of jealousy at Maryjo's reaction since he suspected she was getting much more enjoyment out of the ride the dog was giving her than she had from their coupling, yet there wasn't enough jealousy to spoil his fun, especially since he believed that he would get to visit her again and again during her stay in the cabin.
Maryjo felt the dog change the rhythm of the stroking, cried out as she felt the first spurt of hot juice blasting inside her vagina, then the animal partially dismounted, twisted so that he kept his penis inside her, yet turned so that they were bottom to bottom and still she felt the juice shooting into her as he showed promise of a limitless supply of semen. She couldn't understand it, since she had never watched dogs mating, but understanding didn't matter. All that mattered was that it was happening. A dog had ridden her behind, had humped her faster and better than any man ever had and was still shooting semen into her churning depths.
Only then, as she savored the aftermath of the thrilling act, did she realize that she had climaxed while it had been happening. That was another first for her, an orgasm happening during an act so exciting that she hadn't been actually aware of it at the time.
It could have been seconds or minutes or hours, Maryjo had no idea, and then the dog withdrew his spent penis and curled up on the floor beside her, ignoring her as he licked at his raw looking member.
"If you think your cock feels raw," she said with a little laugh, "what about my cunt. I feel like I've just been fucked by a machine."
She felt the boy reaching under her to play with her breasts, then she looked and saw that he was kneeling before her head and that his penis was stiff again.
"My, what a hard cock you have, Jimmy," she told him as she looked at it and licked her lips. "I'll just have to do something about that."
"What ... what do you mean, Miss Maryjo?"
"Well, that would be a bit difficult to explain without using naughty words like blow-job, cock sucker and all that," she told him. "What say you just stick that pretty prick in my mouth and we'll see what happens."
The boy hesitated, not sure he had understood her words properly, but that didn't bother Maryjo as she raised her head a little, licked her lips, then closed her mouth around the hard young penis and began sucking. With just a little extra effort, she was able to get the entire penis into her mouth and felt very proud of herself as she began to give him a slow, exciting sucking while she listened to his broken groans and his cries of arousal.
"Oh Miss Maryjo," he panted as she sucked, "you're sucking my cock ... you're sucking it."
Maryjo smothered a laugh and was tempted to tell him she knew that, but since that would involve taking his penis out of her mouth, she decided against it and just went right on sucking him. As she knelt with her behind and vagina fully exposed, she hoped that the dog would revive and mount her behind for an encore, but when that didn't happen, she felt no resentment and reminded herself that in one brief encounter, she had seduced an innocent boy, been humped by a dog and then was giving that same boy his first ever blow job. All in all, she told herself, it had been a fairly active afternoon.
"Oh Miss," she heard Jimmy pant after she had been sucking him for a long time, "I'm ... I'm gonna shoot. You better take my cock outta your mouth ... I'm gonna..."
Silly boy, she thought but refused to release his penis so she could talk and went on sucking. Take your blow job like a man and stop talking.
She sucked more greedily, heard him panting, felt his hard little penis expanding in her mouth and then he was shooting and she could feel his body trembling. Despite his recent ejaculation, he blasted off a beautiful charge and she sucked it down greedily, lining her throat with the rich, warm semen and sucking until he was drained and so weak that he partially fell against her. She released his spent penis then and, moving closer, drew him into her arms and allowed them to fall to the floow together where they rested, their naked bodies warming each other, the sound of their breathing seeming loud in the otherwise quiet room.
"You sucked my cock and drank my cream," the startled boy announced a little later, when he decided he had strength enough to talk.
"Did I really? Imagine that. I guess that makes me a cock sucker as well as a dog fucker and a seducer of innocent little boys. How did you like having your cock sucked?"
"Ooh, it was nice. Gee, you sure are a real nice woman, Miss Maryjo."
"I'm glad you think so, Jimmy. Actually, I love sucking cocks and your cream is really tasty. If you enjoyed it, I'll suck your cock again in a little while, when we can make it go hard again."
"Ooh, I'd like that," he told her, "but I'd also like to stick it in your cunt and fuck you again."
"Well now, dear, since I plan on staying around for a few more weeks, I think we'll find lots of time to do both. What did you think of Grizzly? He really knows how to fuck, doesn't he?"
"Yeah. Boy, that was really something, a dog fucking a bare naked woman right up the cunt. Did it feel good, I mean better than when I fucked you?"
"Don't think about things like better, darling," Maryjo told him as she gave him a breast to play with and he accepted it eagerly. "I loved seducing you, showing you my body, teaching you how to feel me up and how to kiss and suck and fuck. It was really thrilling. I also loved getting fucked by a dog. It was the first time I ever tried it and it was great. I also loved sucking your cock. I guess I just love sex, Jimmy. Just count your blessings and don't let me hear you complaining."
"I'm not complaining, honest," the boy assured her.
The one thing the cabin lacked was indoor plumbing and Maryjo announced to the boy that she had to go outside to urinate.
"Will you let me watch you?" he asked, eagerly. "I'd sure like to watch you peeing. I never saw a woman having a pee."
"Then come along," she told him and he followed her out into the sunshine, his eyes bulging as they watched the motion of naked buttocks and thighs in the frame of the black garter belt and suspenders.
Not caring whether anyone could perhaps be observing her, Maryjo found a spot back near the trees and squatted. As she did, the boy threw himself down on the warm grass and looked up under her, trembling with arousal. Maryjo kept him waiting for a little while, then her urine was hissing into the grass and she heard the boy panting with excitement.
More sexual ideas began to form in her mind and she told herself that during the rest of her stay at the cabin, she would teach the boy a lot of different games, would give him things to remember for the rest of his life.
And she kept her word. Over the next three weeks, Jimmy received a crash course in sexuality and, from time to time, his eager dog received refresher courses in how to make a woman feel extra good with his tongue and with his fast stroking penis.
When it was time to leave, the boy cried a little, but she cheered him up and reminded him that she had brightened his life in the course of her stay. She suggested that as soon as possible, he should go to a city and start life over in a new setting.
She told him that he would find many older women who were hungry for sex and would be delighted to find a gentle, eager boy who knew more about sex than did most of the men they had known.
As for Maryjo, she returned to New York with a whole new outlook on life. She no longer felt jaded as she returned to her old circle of friends and delighted them with her tale of Jimmy and his dog.
But from time to time, after that, she left her friends to go looking for innocent little boys to seduce. While she had given Jimmy an advanced education in sexuality, he had taught her something too, that innocent little boys can be even more interesting than sophisticated men. She hasn't forgotten that lesson and still makes periodic field trips to find nice little boys and, from time to time, dogs that are delighted to mount the naked behind of a woman and do their thing.
INTRODUCTION
For some reason younger women and even teenagers have always been attracted to older dales. The classic Freudian explanation is that the oedipus complex a daughter's unconscious desire to have sex with her father is clearly evidenced in a young woman's attraction to older men. When I asked the reaction of one eighteen-year-old girl to the above explanation, she replied, "Bullshit! I never wanted to fuck or suck my father's cock. I like men thirty and up because older men know what to do with their tongues and pricks better than young dudes. And they can hold off coming until I'm ready to blast off first or with them."
Sheer logic dictates that there is at least some measure of truth in what the above girl claims. The older man is more apt to have more experience, skills and consideration than a younger one.
But if the Oedipus complex is what draws some younger women to older men, while for others it is the older man's greater experience, what is behind the older man's attraction to young women and even girls? Does the older man unconsciously act out wishes to sleep with his daughter by going to bed with younger women, or is he unconsciously motivated to make himself feel younger by having sexual relations with younger women? One interviewed man in his forties, with a long history of seducing teenage girls, describes his penchant for young girls this way:
"No older woman can equal the squeaky tight cunt of a teenager. There's something fresh and melon-like about a young chick's pussy. Her juices are kind of fruity, while an older woman's cunt-juice is sort of rancid to taste. It's exciting, too, teaching a young girl new tricks. For example, I remember Darlene she was seventeen and the night I fucked her in the ass for the first time. She had never had it that way. In gratitude she said I could piss in her mouth if I wanted to, she was that turned on to the new experience. Older women have been fucked and sucked so many ways that nothing you do seems to faze them, they're that jaded. Give me young pussy any time! They really appreciate an imaginative lover."
Whatever be the motivations in the older man and young girl syndrome, the fact remains that the phenomenon is universal.
The case histories that follow are taped interviews of older men and young women who, for the sake of sexual education, have volunteered to have their sexual experiences published. To preserve their anonymity, names have been altered.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Dennis R. has the rugged and slightly battered good looks of a retired fighter. He's forty-two but looks a lot younger, mainly because he keeps himself in top shape with weights and swimming. Coaching a high school team in a suburb of Miami also helps him stay trim and vital.
He's married to a beautiful woman ten years his junior and has three healthy children. On the surface he has everything going for him including the glory of having been a professional football player in his late twenties.
With all that going for him, one wonders why he allowed himself to risk his reputation and family life by getting involved with a much younger girl. In order to understand his motivations we'll let
Dennis relate his own story:
There was this pert little blonde cheer leader named Betty at the school where I coached. I first started getting turned on to her when I heard some of the kids talking about her in the locker room. One guy claimed that she not only sucked him off but that her bag was to shove her tongue up a guy's ass while she worked a vibrator in and out of her cunt. The other guys said he was full of shit because they, individually, had tried to score with her and couldn't. One thing they all agreed about she was a cock-teaser and the sexiest piece of ass in high school. When I first got a glimpse of Betty's sweet ass swinging across campus in a mini skirt, I had to agree with the boys. She was one of the juiciest looking cunts I'd ever seen, even though she was reportedly only sixteen. That night, that is the first day I saw Betty, I screwed my wife pretending it was Betty, with my tongue all over her delectable young body.
Pretty soon it seemed that everywhere I turned I was bumping into Betty. If she wasn't showing up at practice to watch the boys work out she was cheerleading at the games. I used to have one hell of a time concentrating on the games when I saw her tits bouncing in a sweater as she went through her cheerleader antics. The fact of the matter is I soon became obsessed with her. She was the object of all my jerk off fantasies and more than once the one I was thinking of when I screwed my wife. Then one day she showed up on the field to watch the boys practice and I decided to take the plunge, and let fall what must fall, even though I knew my job and marriage were at stake if word should ever get out that I was hot for a teenage snatch.
"Hi Dennis," she smiled, as I approached her, staring at her nipples sticking so prominently through her tight blue sweater.
"What's with you, Bett?"
"Just hanging in, coach. Do you think we'll win Friday" she asked, well aware that my eyes were devouring every curvaceous line of her body.
"We'll win if you do a good job of cheerleading," I grinned. "You make the boys think that you're the prize if we win and I know the opposing team hasn't got a chance."
She turned to me full face, her long blonde hair cascading about her shoulders, ran the tip of her pink tongue over her wet lips and said, in a throaty tone I never heard her use before, "Maybe if I warmed up the coach first he'd really get them going." It was an invitation, not a joke, and I got an instant hard on. She saw it and smiled. I decided it was now or never.
"Suppose I told you, Betty, that I know of a nice, clean and safe motel on the outskirts of town that played dirty movies?"
Betty moved close enough to me for me to smell her perfume or was it the young musk scent of her pussy getting hot?
"Suppose I told you, coach, that I fucked myself with a cucumber only last night pretending you and I were in a motel together and you came all over my face."
I stared at her in utter disbelief. "You're kidding?"
"Nope. I've had a wet cunt for you ever since I saw you working out with the boys with no shirt on. I dig older men. They remind me of my father, I guess. Who cares? I only know that the thought of you making love to me makes me wet in seconds."
It took every ounce of strength I had to keep from going down on her right there and then. "You mean you're not a virgin?"
Betty laughed. "Silly old thing. I bet we haven't got a virgin in the entire school. I lost my cherry at thirteen. My brother, Mike, and his buddy, Jim, raped me in the pool one day when my mom and dad were away for the weekend. Wow! What an introduction to sex! After fucking me in three feet of water they tied me up and fucked me on a foam mattress up the ass in my mouth and, of course, in my cunt."
I stared at this teenage swinger aghast. Fifteen and she had already had it all. Incredible! I grabbed her by the hand and started to lead her to my car, headed ultimately for the motel. "Let's go."
At the motel I registered for the room by myself, hiding her in the car until I thought it was safe to bring her into the room. I was scared as hell. I knew what it would mean if I got caught.
Inside the room I went at her like a starved man attacking a steak. My cock was pushing against my shorts as I sunk my tongue into her mushy peach-like mouth, my hands cupping the cheeks of her firm but pillowy ass.
She started pushing her cunt up against my throbbing prick so hard that I nearly came in my shorts, but I got hold of myself. I wanted to spill my semen inside her mouth, ass or snatch, not inside my shorts.
While we swapped tongues and I squeezed her ass, Betty took the nipples of my pectorals and rubbed them between her fingers the way a man rubs a woman's nipples, and once again I had to exercise will power to keep from shooting off. Meanwhile she trembled and kept grinding it into me.
Even though Betty had certain girlish tendencies about her, her body was that of a voluptuous woman. Her tits had to be about thirty-six, and her hips were full and firm, perfect for cradling my six foot frame.
We were now swallowing each other's spit. I started to unzip her sweater, eager to feast my eyes on those gorgeous tits of hers. I could tell by the way her nipples strained through the nylon that she wasn't wearing a bra. Were her tits round with brown circular nipples, or pear shaped, with pink, pointy nipples?
"Pull it off quick," Betty moaned, as I began to slide the sweater off her torso. "I want you to chomp on my tits till I scream! I love having them eaten hard! Hurry!"
With one swift, urgent tug I yank the sweater off and there they stood two of the most luscious knockers I've ever seen. They curved like ski slopes. And her nipples were two pink strawberries. I started sucking on one of her breasts like a vacuum cleaner. Her body arched into mine with sheer delight, the nipple growing harder in my mouth. "Bite it a little," Betty begged. I did. She moaned. My cock pounded. Her cunt grew moist through her tight skirt. I switched to her other tit.
"Do it, daddy!" Betty screamed, as I lashed her nipple with my tongue. Now, more than anything, I wanted to see her hot cunt, to touch it, finger it, and eventually to bury my flushed face in it, letting the juices drip all over me. So I started to unzip Betty's skirt, my hands shaking with anticipation. Once in a while the thought would flash through my mind that what I was doing was, by the standards of square society, wrong and illegal. But I was so possessed with the desire to have her, I was willing to risk everything; job, family, reputation, yes, even my freedom.
As I finished unzipping her skirt, I slipped it down her delicious legs, pausing to feel and caress her full-blown thighs. God, they, her thighs, were gorgeous! Golden tan from the sun and delicately, subtly fringed with blonde hair. I couldn't resist licking them as I continued to remove her skirt.
"What a pair of luscious legs," I exclaimed. "You're so beautiful, honey," I told her.
"I wish you'd stop talking," Betty said, her voice husky with excitement, "and get my clothes off-yours too so we can get it on! I'm dying to be fucked and sucked!"
It was still difficult for me to accept the fact that a girl so young could be so brazenly outspoken in her desires.
"I want you to really make me feel like a woman. I know you can do it, Dennis!"
"You are a woman," I assured her. "My wife", who is fifteen years older than you, hasn't got your tits or ass. And I can tell by your readiness and enthusiasm that you're going to be the wildest piece of ass I've ever had. Let me finish undressing you before my cock bursts inside my pants!"
"Yeah, get them off!" she purred. "I really want it. I'm hot! My cunt's oozing with cream. I'm just dying to wrap my legs around your hard body. I've seen it half naked on the field, and.I think you're gorgeous. I can't wait until you get that big cock of yours out of your pants so I can lick it and then shove it up my snatch. We're really going to do a number, baby!"
At last her body was totally naked. I gasped at the sight of her bush, which, instead of being blonde, as I thought it would be, was black. The contrast of her black V-shaped bush against her tawny flesh and long streaming blonde hair was stunning. It was now my turn to undress. I had my jeans, shirt, shoes and socks off in seconds flat, my prick leaping into sight like a jack in the box. When Betty saw my prong, she gasped with lust and grasped her tits, squeezing them hard. She threw herself on the bed and opened her legs wide. "Get over here, big daddy! I need it! Want it! Got to have it!"
But I was more interested in prolonging the fuck rather than just jumping on her. So I slowly walked to the side of the bed and gazed down at her young firm body for several seconds, massaging my cock all the while. I wanted to tease her. Evidently I was succeeding because, as she looked up at me with hot, hungry eyes, she stuck out her tongue and kept wiggling it while she worked a finger over her clitoris. "Don't torture me anymore, doll! Do something!"
I reached down with my trembling left hand, allowing my fingers to slide smoothly against her snatch hairs.
"Oh, baby," she cooed. "That feels so groovy! Do it some more."
Warm pussy juice began to flow out of her box.
"How I love to have my pussy played with! Put your fingers inside and slowly work them around."
Eager to comply, I did just that, and now her cunt juices really began to flow. I pulled my fingers out long enough to suck the juice off of them and then reinserted them into her box. She was writhing and moaning on the bed like a woman possessed.
Her cunt hairs glistened with fluid. My mouth watered. I had to taste her cunt.
I reached down and grabbed her legs and pulled her to the side of the bed, dropping to my knees.
"What are you going to do with me, lover?" she moaned, pretending she didn't know.
"I'm going to eat you, Betty. Eat you like I've never eaten a woman before!"
I now opened her legs wide and slowly sucked her toes, one by one. Next I slid my tongue up her legs, pausing and hesitating the closer I got to her pussy, knowing that would increase her excitement and prepare her box all the more for my quivering tongue. The moment of truth had arrived. My face was only a few inches away from her pussy. Before I realized what was happening, Betty reached down and clasped her hands behind my head and thrust her pussy into my face. "Eat it, you cunt-lapper! Tongue me and suck me and lick me like you've never done it before! I want your face wet with my cunt!"
I willingly complied, dipping my tongue as deep as I could into her snatch. Her hot butt twisted and wiggled as I ate her, wishing I had a banana to shove into her cunt so I could eat it out.
"Oh, my God, baby!" she screamed. "I like that so much!"
I knew that if I kept this up she'd come and I didn't want her to yet. I wanted to prolong the symphony of sex I was having with her as long as I could. So I uncorked my face from between her legs she gasping with some disappointment until she realized that I was going to transfer my loving to other parts of her body.
I began to lick my way up to her breasts, spending some time licking her slightly-convex belly, running my tongue along the sides of her body, all the while keeping a couple of busy fingers inside her pussy. God, how the juice poured out of her box.
My tongue at last made contact with one of her breasts, the right one, I think. I drew the nipple into my mouth and gently bit it. Betty's lower torso rose six inches off the bed with delight.
"Bite my nipple a little harder," she commanded, and I eagerly obeyed, grabbing her other tit with my hand and squeezing it.
"Oh, year, you're really doing it to me now, lover," she exclaimed. "Don't stop! Bite and suck and rub and play until I tell you to quit! I love it! That's it tongue my hot breast!"
I now moved around until we were both in bed, avoiding losing a second in working her tit. My mouth remained glued to her breast like a vampire sucking hot blood. I now slipped both hands around her butt, continuing to switch my mouth from her left to her right breast and then back to her left, and so forth. Her buttocks were round and hard, alive with sensation. My middle finger got close to her ass-hole and I decided to take the risk of having her reprimand me, so I began to gently, deftly work my finger into her ass, expecting her at any moment to cry out, "Don't!" But to my delight, she yelled, "I love it! Keep playing with your finger inside my ass! I've never had that done to me before. It's like being fucked up the ass with a long thin prick! Put your other hand inside my cunt while you finger-fuck my ass!"
With the fingers of one hand inside her pussy, the middle finger of my other hand going in and out up her ass, and my mouth sucking away on her breast, I was busy indeed. While I handled her this way I kept pressing my cock into the mattress, my excitement growing in leaps and bounds. In fact I was getting so turned on that I was afraid that if I kept this up I'd shoot my load, without even getting inside her. I certainly couldn't let that happen. So I released her nipple from my mouth and withdrew my fingers from her cunt and ass, sitting back on my legs. My cock stood pointed at her like a small cannon. I wrapped my right hand around my shaft and teasingly brandished it at Betty. "Do you like my prick, Betty? Would you like to have it pounding in and out of your pussy?"
Betty was sitting up, staring at my cock, her eyes bulging while she ran her pink fig of a tongue over her wet lips.
"Would I? I'll kill you if you don't shove that big thing into me! Drive it into me, honey! I want it now all the way up into my belly. Do it now, you bastard, and stop teasing me!"
I pushed her legs apart wide again and slipped my left hand into her pussy while I slowly jerked off. "Your pussy's nice and wet and ready for me, darling. It's going to slide into you nice and easy."
"What are you waiting for, fucker? Give me a good fuck. Drive your prick into my hot cunt before I tear it off. Come on you cunt-lapper! Fuck my head off!"
I brought my throbbing prick close to the lips of her cunt and rested the head of my dick against them. "Get ready, baby. You're about to get the screwing of your life. Not the fucking of a teenage boy without experience and endurance, but the fucking of a mature man who, next to football and TV, has spent the major portion of his life perfecting the art of fucking."
"Less talking and more action," she chided me, using her fingers to part the petals of her pussy in readiness to being penetrated.
For a moment I gazed at the pink flowery texture of her open pussy, now inching my dick into her. As I went in, it felt like sticking my cock inside a jar of honey, but tight and with suction power. I now went in to the hilt. She arched her body up at me from the impact of that full thrust.
"My God," she moaned. "You're so big! I can feel every loving inch of it all the way up to my belly! I knew you'd be terrific! Fuck the shit out of me, darling! Do it!"
I manipulated my long firm prick in and out of her. She reached up and bit my neck from sheer excitement. It hurt but yet felt good. It's difficult to explain. I kept ramming my prick into her, feeling it fill with hot come.
"Tighten your pussy muscles," I urged. "I want to feel your cunt grip my prick. I can't get enough of you!"
"I'll do anything you want, Dennis. Just keep that big dick pumping away in me!"
She ground her hips around and around, tightening her cunt muscles to such a degree that at one moment I thought an octopus was swallowing my cock. What suction power her cunt had! Incredible! I kept probing her cunt steadily with my hot dick. I gave her a good steady ride, driving my dick deeper and deeper into the mouth of her pussy, pushing and pumping as I moved myself closer and closer to a climax.
While my cock kept pounding away in her, she reached under my cock and grabbed my balls, gently massaging them with her fingers. Taking my example to heart, she now burrowed one of her fingers into my ass. That drove me wild.
"Wiggle your finger," I urged. "I love to have a finger in my ass while I'm fucking. Christ, are you good! I've been fucked by whores, my wife and I don't how many women over the years! But you are, without a doubt, Betty, the best fuck I've ever had! That's it work your finger up my ass as far as you can!"
While my hips kept thrusting back and forth, I drove my pulsating shaft ever deeper inside her gorgeous mound. With flawless skill, I kept pushing and pumping deeper and deeper, all the while aware that I could shoot off at any moment, and that I had to watch not coming prematurely.
"Oh, I've got to juice," she cried, digging her nails into my back. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, baby, without coming! Your cock feels so good! Oh, what a great stud you are, you horny old cocksucker! No wonder so many chicks dig older dudes! You older pricks really know how to screw! I wonder if my dad fucks my mom as good as you fuck!"
(Editor's note: Her reference to her father at this critical phase in her first sexual encounter with Dennis seems to strongly re-enforce the author's contention that unresolved incestuous leanings are active in a young girl's attraction to older men.)
"Keep on plugging me with your hot dick," Betty exhorted, now sucking on one of my nipples while I pumped away in her. The sensations that her biting and sucking on my nipples generated seemed to go right down to my balls, and once again I felt the gathering force of hot come in my balls.
Suddenly she heaved a loud moan, her whole body arching up, her hands clasping the cheeks of my ass. Spasms shot through her and I realized she had come. Her coming fired my own passions even stronger and I began to pump away like a maniac inside her, whispering such things in her ear as, "You young whore, fuck me! You dirty cunt, I love you! Fuck me! I want to shoot my come all over your cunt! I want to watch it drip out and then I'll suck my own come right out of your pussy! Don't stop fucking me until I blast off, bitch!"
I was on the verge of coming now, and observing that she was still juicing intensified my approaching orgasm.
"I'm gonna unload," I growled into her ear. "Oh, yeah, lover! I'm going to spill my juice all over your pussy! Get ready, doll-baby! Get ready for a load up your bitch's cunt that you'll never forget!"
I was really nailing her now, my arms holding down her arms, and my tongue slobbering all over her face as my cock continued to ram and ram up up up into her twat.
As the tidal tides of my come began to enter the seminal tube of my prick, the muscles of my body became hard as steel.
"Oh, I'm starting to blow off, darling! Keep grinding, you cunt! Keep fucking till I shoot every hot drop of come into your pussy!"
"Come on, baby!" she gave back, screwing her hot tongue in one of my ears, while with her finger she screwed my ass and cupped my blazing balls. "Let it go, big daddy! I'll take it all! Give it to me!
I'm dying to feel hot come splash inside my pussy! I'm aching for it! Dying for it!"
She was starting to go off again herself, crazy with heat. "I love cock! Fuck me, you cunt-lapper! Come in me and then piss in me if you want!"
Back and forth our tongues wiggled and darted, stabbing against each other as I kept up my furious cock attack, driving it deeper inside her.
And now it started. The come. My cock swelled as the hot juice began its torrential journey up my cock towards its pulsating head. My loins were on fire. My guts seemed to be mixing with this tidal wave of a come I was having. The top of my head was exploding with light. I moaned, whimpered, growled, as Betty's and my body locked in a convulsive celebration of animal joy. She went off, and when I started to go off it felt like buckets of juice were leaving my body and filling hers. I rocked and shook atop of her like a fish shaking on the end of a spear, as my own come dripped out of her pussy and splashed on my hairy balls. We both underwent one more huge wave of ecstasy and then collapsed in each others' arms.
"I really dug that," she whispered, her voice full of gratitude and spent passion. "What a screwer you are, my daddy-lover. Never have I felt so grown up before. I could fuck you forever and ever!"
As I removed my prick from the wet sheath, I realized that we made a perfect duo, and that I wanted no one but her. How could I go back to my wife and her second-hand cunt after having experienced the young vitality and tight snugness of a young pussy like Betty's?
I was so overwhelmed with gratitude for the flaming peaks of pleasure Betty had carried me to that I wanted to do something extraordinary for her to show her my appreciation. So I scrambled down her body until my face was between her legs again and I proceeded to eat my own come out of her box, while she heaved and spasmed again with a series of orgasms. Five minutes later she once again gasped limp with satisfaction.
"You are my own Dr. Feelgood, Dennis. But enough of that. Let's do' something else," she smiled. "And I have just the thing in mind. Something that will drive you absolutely crazy, love."
Until that moment I had been the one in charge of our fucking. I had really done most of the instigating; a role that classically goes to the male. But, judging from the lust in her eyes and sensuous curl of her lips, Betty was now interested in reversing roles. In other words, Betty obviously wanted to take the lead and initiate some games of her own. I was so totally under her spell that I would have let her do anything to me, even screw me up the ass with a dildo if that would give her pleasure.
"Do whatever you want, honey," I told Betty and meant it.
"I'm going to send you to the moon, lover," she cooed, sitting up and forcing me to lie down.
Before I knew what she was about she took my limp prick into her mouth and softly sucked the drops of come left on the head of my prick into her mouth. After the load I had shot into her pussy I didn't think it was possible to get hard again so soon, but I was wrong. Sucking my cock as if it were a straw carrying a milk shake into her mouth, little by little my prick began to enlarge and I was hot all over again. She took it out of her mouth long enough to look up at me and smile.
"You didn't think I could get you hard, did you? Well, I did. Now just lie back and let me do what I want to you."
Needless to say, I was more than willing to comply with her order.
She sucked a while longer on my prick and then started gliding her tongue up and down the side of my shaft, closing with a sudden swoop to my balls, which she proceeded unceremoniously to take into her mouth, covering them with hot spit and tremulous tricks with her tongue. I ooooohed and sighed with pleasure.
"Keep doing that, Betty, my love!"
Adding to the pleasure of having my balls in her hot and wet mouth, she put a tight fist around my cock and slowly, rhythmically stroked it. It was paradise. I felt come stirring in my balls again and warned her to slow down if she didn't want me to shoot off right away.
"Take it easy, baby, or I'll shoot all over your face and hair."
Obligingly, she not only slowed down but released my burning balls. I thought she'd start tonguing and blowing me again. She had even more exotic pleasures in store for me.
Still clutching my prick as if it were a stick-shift, Betty began to work her tongue below my balls. Instinctively I raised my ass. No sooner was my butt hoisted in the air than Betty flicked her nimble tongue into my ass-hole. I trembled with pleasure.
"Oh, Betty not even my wife has done that for me."
She lifted her face long enough to reply, "After the screwing you gave me I'd let you piss all over my tits if it gave you pleasure. Now lie back. I want to eat your ass some more." Which she promptly resumed doing.
She was literally an artist at sucking and tonguing ass-holes, at least mine. First she'd spread the cheeks of my ass as wide as she could and then blow in it for a minute or two. Just when I thought I couldn't stand the pleasure this gave me another second, she introduced me to new sensations by darting her tongue in and out of my ass. Apparently realizing that if she kept this ritual up much longer I would indeed come, she stopped and her gorgeous wicked-young-girl-face loomed over the head of my prick again. What was she up to now?
"I'm going to blow you now like you've never known before. I want to feel your come squirt all over the back of my throat. You might be interested to know that I give the best head in school."
I'll confess this confession made me a trifle jealous.
"I hope you don't give too much of it around."
"No. I only suck off an occasional football player. And only those who make a good scoring for you in a game. You know," she giggled, "sort of my way of giving the boys something to look forward to if they win for you."
I like humor in a girl and I tweaked the nipple of one of her tits to show her I saw she was deliberately trying to make me jealous.
"I don't care if you suck off the whole team so long as you're not too tired to take a mouthful of come."
"Which is precisely what I intend to do now, you sexy bastard."
With that promise, she gulped my hot cock into her mouth and began to suck on it like a baby at its bottle.
"Suck my rod, you cunt!" I bellowed, "I really want to come in your mouth and see it dribble all over your lips!" As she proceeded to suck and tongue with a passion and dexterity that I'm sure no professional hooker could equal, I found myself sinking into a chant of orgiastic appreciation.
"Keep it up, bitch! Keep going down on me. Sweetheart, darling, eat my dick! Suck me off! Gobble my cock! Love my prick till it explodes in your mouth! Swallow every drop! My balls are loaded with semen! Hot come, baby! Cream! A load that was meant for you and you alone! Eat! Suck! Blow! Draw!"
As the tempo and fervor of her cocksucking increased, and as her tongue frantically lashed at the head of my prick, I took her head with both hands and helped her bob up and down, occasionally brushing aside a strand of hair that caught in her mouth or fell over her eyes. She was a veritable lioness in the way she yanked and sucked at my cock. Suddenly she switched her activity from the tip of my prick to the base of it. In other words, she drove my cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat, wrapping her tongue under and around the base of my prick. I thought I was choking her and started to withdraw but she wouldn't let me, holding it in her mouth and I'm a good six inches like a mongoose with its teeth into the neck of a cobra. While she held all of my prick inside her mouth she fondled my balls and ass-hole with her fingers.
After holding my prick in her throat for a full two minutes, she apparently couldn't take any more without breathing so she let it plop out of her mouth long enough to breath, and then dove back on it, this time using more of her tongue and mouth than her throat.
"At, that's it, sweetheart," I exclaimed when she ran the tip of her tongue over the little red tip of my prick. Tickle it and then eat me off! I'm dying to juice in your mouth! Yes, darling! I'll be pouring my essence into you soon, baby! Soon you'll know what it is to swallow the hot come of a real man instead of that low-grade cream of teenagers!"
Talking dirty to her seemed to spur her on to a more vigorous attack on my cock. While she gobbled away, I grabbed her tits with both hands and kneaded them, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her whole body twisted and folded and unfolded with the pleasure my tit-play was giving her. Meanwhile she kept bobbing her head up and down on my prick, the spit of her mouth dribbling all over my balls and belly but I didn't care in fact the spit made me hotter.
"Eat it all out of me," I sighed. "This is fantastic, you beautiful cunt! I'm getting ready to spray you, love! Go at it, baby! I want you to swallow every hot drop of my gizm. You're going to eat every bit of it out of me, aren't you, bitch? Yes, I know you are. Oh, lover, just a few more licks and strokes and I'll be there! Don't stop eating me now! Eat until you get some banana cream in your face! Suck, you cocksucker! SUCK!"
Suddenly the dam broke and the come began to flood out of my prick into her eager mouth. I heaved and squirmed while a river of gizm raged into her mouth, spilling out over the lips and dribbling down her chin onto her breasts.
"Eat every drop of it," I commanded, "eat! Suck!" She drained me. Hot cream spilled along my prick, which was still plugged into her mouth.
After she sucked every drop out of me,, she licked the come that had fallen on my belly. It was exciting to watch, even though for the time being I was thoroughly satisfied. After all I had gotten my rocks off twice, and was in a great frame of mind. But too my profound disbelief, I could see by the still present lust on her face that Betty wanted more. What a girl! What an insatiable cunt! Would I be able to meet her expectations? Was a middle-aged man able to keep up with the passion of a teenage girl? I had thought I could but after dropping my last load into her I began to have second thoughts. Whatever the outcome, I would certainly try to stay abreast of her passions.
Betty stared at me and pointed to her drippy cunt.
"I want you to eat me now. I've been told I've got a tasty pussy. What do you think, Dennis?"
"You do, sweetheart. One of the most delicious little boxes I've had the good fortune to eat."
"Then why don't you slip your big bear's tongue into my snatch, my darling? What are you waiting for?"
"Love to, Betty."
I sat up and was about to go down on her when I saw some more of my own come dripping out of her box.
"If I eat any more of my own come you'll think I'm queer. Let me get a wash cloth and clean you up before eating you."
She positively leered.
"Uuummmm. The thought of you washing my cunt turns me on. Hurry up and get a washrag."
I went into the bathroom and returned with a warm washrag and proceeded to rinse her cunt. She kept squirming and moaning every time I worked the rag inside her pussy. By the way the muscles in her buttocks and thighs were tensing I realized that if I kept this up she'd be off. And by now the thought of eating her out again was turning me on again. I gave her on more swabbing and threw the rag on the floor.
"You know, Betty, this fuck has been one of the great experiences of my life."
"Mine, too, darling. But it's not over yet, is it, sweetheart? You are going to suck me off too, aren't you?"
"Like you've never been sucked off before, my little hot cunt."
I slipped my tongue down around her thighs and slowly inched it between the lips of her pussy until I found her clitoris. It was erect, like a tiny cock. It got harder and she started to grind her pelvis into my face, moaning and running her fingers through my hair. "I'm so hot I think I can come in seconds if you keep doing that," she said.
But now that my cock was hard again I didn't want her to come yet. I decided I would delay her getting off again by sucking her ass-hole for awhile. So I reached and began playing with the cheeks of her ass first, pinching and caressing them. After sensitizing her ass, I looked up at her and started to turn her over, explaining, "I want to tongue your ass-hole for awhile. I'm sure you'd enjoy a bit of ass sucking before I really do a number on your pussy, wouldn't you, my love?"
"That would be fantastic, lover! No boy has ever been willing to eat my ass, although I've begged and begged a lot of guys to! Oh, you're so wonderful, Dennis!"
"Okay, Betty, brace yourself for a little reaming. Get on your belly, pull up your knees and stick out your fat ass so I can bury my face between your cheeks."
She did exactly that, adding a touch of her own using both her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass wide.
"Hurry up, baby! Put your tongue up my ass.
Slide it in, sweetheart, and I'll know that you really dig me."
I placed my hands firmly on her thighs and began to do as I was told. At first lightly, and then with a savagery I didn't know I possessed, I began to explore her ass-hole with the tip of my tongue. Back and forth I darted, thrusting and driving my tongue between her cheeks as far as I could plunge it. As my tongue burrowed into the tiny puckered mouth, Betty twisted her buttocks furiously. At times my whole face was covered by her pillowy ass, and I loved it. She was responding with a passion that, in turn, augmented my own.
"Oh, I never dreamed having your ass-hole eaten could feel so good! Don't stop, baby! Slide your tongue up there as far as you can! Thinking that maybe I could talk you into giving me an ass job, I cleaned my ass in the lady's room coming over here! So eat it, cunt-lapper, eat it!"
While I made love to her ass, I slipped the fingers of my right hand and played with her sopping pussy. She got going up and down on my fingers as if she had a cock in her snatch.
"Oh, you've really got your fingers far up my hole, baby! Keep playing with my pussy and keep licking and sucking my hot ass! It loves your mouth, your tongue your whole face! I've never had my ass fucked with anybody's face before! I love it!"
I continued to eat out her ass until she suddenly pulled away and turned on her back, spreading her legs and lifting her pussy towards me.
"All right, now eat my cunt! That ass job just made my pussy hotter. I've got to see you going down on me again. Come on, darling. Drive your tongue inside my pussy. Really go to work on it, baby. Oh, I want your face between my legs so bad! Do it to me, baby! Please stick your hot tongue into my mound now! Suck me, you handsome cunt-lapper."
As my mouth encircled her pussy, I worked my finger into her ass-hole. So, with my finger up her' hot anus and my mouth sucking her snatch, my tongue kept stabbing in and out of her overflowing with hot cream cunt.
"Oh, do it to me, daddy! Eat my cunt! I love it so much! When I play with myself I'll always remember your tongue inside my box your face gleaming with my pussy juice! Eat, prick! Eat!"
The quicker that my tongue twisted and turned resourcefully inside her steamy, aroused mound, the faster I also manipulated my finger as I drove it high into her ass-hole. I kept up this massage and sucked with every ounce of skill and ardor I could summon, doing my best to push her as close to climax as I could.
"Oh, my juices are going to pour," she exclaimed. "Go ahead, darling. Eat out my snatch. Go after it. Go after the cunt juice. Swallow it. What a feeling you're giving me! I adore your tongue! I wish it could stay stabbing and rotating inside my snatch forever! It's the longest, hottest and wildest tongue I've ever had in my pussy! Without a doubt, you're the greatest cunt eater in the world! You make me so hot I wouldn't mind watching you eat another girl's cunt while I tongued your ass! Oh, darling, I'm beginning to juice! Yes, here I go! Juice all over your mouth, lover! Suck it out, bastard! Lick and suck me dry!"
While her ass cheeks kept wildly twisting, I continued to stick my finger in and out of her ass. Her juices were literally spilling and dripping down my face and the spicy taste of them drove me wild. She started to come. Never have I heard such animal cries of ecstasy in my life, which she mingled with profanity like, "Oh, you cunt-eating cocksucker! I'm fucking your face, you dirty prick! Lap it, fuck-face! That's it! Wiggle your mother-fucking tongue. Here I go now all the way eat ... fuck ... suck ... lick ... aahhhhhhhh!"
She must have come for a solid minute. And when she finished, she looked as exhausted and limp as a fish out of water, gasping for her breath. She could barely speak when she opened her wide rip of a mouth.
"This has been like a dream come true. What a cunt-eater you are, Dennis! You're everything I imagined you to be even more. I'll never want anyone else to suck me off but you. Will you be my pussy-slave forever eating and fucking me whenever I want you to?"
"Of course, my love," I promised, proud that a gorgeous young girl like Betty would want a man old enough to be her father for a lover. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Even though I wanted to stay longer, I knew that I would be running a terrible risk if I got home late. So at that point we parted company for the afternoon. We got dressed and I drove her back toward home, leaving her off a few blocks from her house.
That was the first time we got together. But we've made it at the same motel and in my car many times since. In fact we've been fucking so steadily that I've neglected screwing my wife. More accurately, after a session with Betty I haven't got anything left to share with my wife. This situation, as you can well imagine, has caused havoc at home and, frankly, I don't know what to do about it. Betty is only sixteen, but she's the hottest number I've ever screwed. On the other hand, I love my wife and she represents security for me. What's more, I'm a realist and I know that at best I've got ten years of good screwing with Betty, before she finds me too old for her.
In short, I'm in a dilemma about Betty and that's why I'm relating all this to you, hoping that in the telling I might get some insight into why a forty-two-year old man like me can get hung-up on a sixteen-year-old girl.
There is no mystery to Dennis' attraction to lovely Betty, for she became for him the embodiment of the totally-sexual, completely uninhibited female many men fantasize. She was able to produce in him higher levels of sexual response than his wife, not an uncommon occurrence when older men find themselves in a sexual relationship with a young girl. She stimulated him in ways his wife could not, and she therefore became the more desirable for it.
Dennis and Betty have continued their clandestine affair undetected, for though his wife suspects another woman, it has never entered her mind that it could possibly be one of his students. As long as the affair continues without discovery, there is no particular harm done, for Betty is obviously a highly-sexed young woman, with responses of a mature adult, not a puerile child.
The best advice that could be given this couple is encompassed by the single word discretion.
CASE HISTORY TWO
It's a fair assumption to say that most men, if given the opportunity, would have sex with a teenager without any moral compunction. As one middle-aged man put it, "If the girl is old enough to play with herself she's old enough to fuck and suck."
The law, of course, would disagree with him. However, from a biological standpoint, there is some validity in his argument. For between the ages of thirteen and fifteen most girls are physically able to give and receive full sexual pleasure. What's more, many of the girls of this age have the ripe breasts, ass and legs of females considerably older. In short they look and are, in truth, ready for full-scale sexuality.
Long before the age of Freud and our present sexual enlightenment, the south, particularly among the poorer southerners, has recognized the sexual precocity of teenagers. By the time a southern belle reaches sixteen, if she's not already deflowered she's often the target of much ridicule. As for older men seducing young girls in the low-income southern culture, that is taken for granted. The following case history reveals how commonplace sexual relations are between older men and young girls down south.
Kevin B. was born in a shanty town outside of Atlanta. Almost from the inception of his puberty he began his active sex life. Let's let Kevin, who is today a middle-aged man, recount his story:
No sooner did I have my first hard on than I found me a nice young juicy snatch to shove it in. Most of the girls I went to school with didn't wear panties, and if they weren't fingering their pussies, or humping the boys in the woods, they were letting the teachers feel them up. Anyway, I had my share of humping the girls all the way through grammar school."
When Kevin resumes, we see the start of his preference for younger girls.
When I quit school to work in the fields and do odd jobs, I still fooled around with the girls in grammar school. And by the time I was of voting age I was fucking thirteen and fourteen year old girls. I recall this one girl, fourteen, really big titted and with an ass that you just wanted to bury your face in. Out of kindness, I even took to screwing her mom. Let me tell you about it.
Sometimes after a date with Molly that's the fourteen year old daughter I'd be on the couch with her, my cock pumping away in her tight little snatch, and I'd glance up and there'd be the old lady maybe thirty-five watching us and squeezing her own nipples. Shit, what do I care if the old lady got off eye-balling us, so long as I got my rocks off?
But one night I went to pick up Molly. No sooner did I get inside the kitchen than Marie that was Molly's mom's name came out wearing a slinky bathrobe and said she wanted to jaw with me in private. What could I do but follow her, looking over at Molly for a clue to what this was all about. Molly just shrugged her shoulders and motioned that I should follow her big-bottomed mom into the bedroom with her.
There was a lamp lit on the nightstand but the room was more shadowy than anything else. No sooner did we get inside than Marie threw off her robe and there she was bare-ass naked, with the biggest boobs and flaming red bush between her legs you ever seen! Before I knew what was happening she threw me on the bed and covered my face with slobbering kisses. Next thing I knew she had me unzipped, unbelted and de-pants'd, yanking away at my dick like she was working a pump. She said she'd been watching me screw her daughter so much she couldn't stand it any longer; she had to get some of my dick for herself. First off, I told her if she didn't stop jerking me off ! 'd shoot all over her face, which only seemed to excite her more. But she stopped beating my meat because she had many more delicious things in mind for us before I dropped my load.
Frankly, Marie was too flabby for me. I wanted to get back to her daughter. But the moment Marie saw that I was hesitating, she told me flat out that I better do what she wanted or I'd never get a crack at Molly's crack again. The thought of never being able to run my tongue inside Molly's pudding again filled me with such trepidation that I told Marie I'd do anything even letting her piss on my face if she wanted which later she did, the old cunt!
Anyway, I'm getting ahead of my story. I rammed my prick up Marie's flabby snatch all the while thinking it was in Molly's tight pussy or between Molly's pink and lickable ass until I splashed hot come all over Marie's box. Thinking I was through and that Marie would now let me get it on with her daughter who was probably peeking through the keyhole and jamming a corn cob or a candle up her cunt I pulled my pecker out and watched my own come drip out over her pubic hair when she said, "Eat it!"
"Eat what?" I asked.
"Your come off my pussy!" she ordered, her eyes hot and her big thighs opening up.
"You got to be kidding!" I replied, not believing my ears. "My own come?"
"You bet your sweet ass you will that is, if you want to ever eat my baby Molly's sweet ass again."
So I did, siphoning my come with my lips like it was the tastiest cream in the world. With my face between her legs, Marie started to come again, digging her nails into my bare back like she wanted to rip me apart. And when she really started to blast off and she draped those crushing legs around me neck and pushed I nearly suffocated.
It was with my face locked between her legs this way when she started to piss. Trapped like I was I had to swallow some of it or I would have drowned.
After she had gotten off one more time, she finally let me come up for air. "Now," Marie said, "you can go slip it in Molly's box if you like." She started to laugh because she knew damn well that I was all fucked out for at least an hour. "Make sure you see me first every time you come over here to see Molly," she added.
In other words, from now on I'd have to fuck Marie before I could slip it to Molly. Knowing I couldn't face another possible drowning or suffocation I gave her the finger and tore out of the house, leaving poor Molly to play with herself or screw the dog, as she sometimes did. As for me I was after fresh and less complicated snatch but definitely no cunt over eighteen. Marie had soured me forever against older women.
Future sessions in psychoanalysis revealed that it was definitely Kevin's youth fixation with Molly's mother that fixated an already coagulating preferance for girls. True to his promise, Kevin was never again to have sex with a female over eighteen, in spite of the fact that he had sex with literally hundreds of teenagers over the years.
At twenty-two, Kevin married a sixteen-year old girl and had two children by her, all the while having affairs with other teenage girls on the sly. His wife died giving birth to their third child. Not wishing to be tied down with two children, as he put it, Kevin left his children with his mother and headed for another part of the country.
Kevin was twenty-five when he took a room in a small city in upstate New York and found a job behind the counter of a hamburger stand located close to a high school the perfect spot for picking up teenagers.
I had a hard on all day watching the girls in their short dresses going and coming from school," Kevin explained. "Once in a while, when I had no customers and none seemed coming, I'd jerk off behind the counter, looking at some little snatch waiting for a bus or sprawled on the lawn across the street with her skirt riding high. I loved the sight, but I wasn't making out as easy as I used to back home. The girls were even sexier looking here than they were back home, but they weren't too willing. If I put it on the line with one of them she'd just laugh, saying something like her parents warned her about older men. But there was one girl, Victoria, who really went for me. She was fifteen and her puffy red, heart-shaped lips looked as if she had been sucking cock from the day she was born. (Later I found out she sucked her first cock at eleven her brother's.)
Although she would make eyes at me over a hamburger or ice cream cone she was shy. I knew I had to use a soft touch if I was to get into her pants. I started paying her all sorts of imagine compliments and sneaked her free malts and hot dogs. I told her she was more grown up and had better tits than. any woman. It worked because she'd let me cop a feel when no one else was around. She was the kind of kid who was flattered to have an older guy hot for her.
What does an older dude like you see in a girl like me," she asked one day when I was closing up the hamburger stand. I was close enough to Victoria to squeeze one of the cheeks of her beautiful watermelon ass and I did.
For starters, honey-bun, that," I replied. She got all hot and flustered. Since she didn't seem to mind my grabbing her ass I moved right up against her, put my arms about her, and rubbed my hardening cock into her snatch. She was so surprised by my cockiness that I thought she might pull away. But not little old hot-cunt Victoria. She fluttered those bashful eyelashes at me, opened her ruby mouth and actually pushed her box even harder against my prick. Had we kept rubbing that way I know I could have gotten off right there and then. But there was a gang of kids coming in our direction and I pulled apart but not before getting her to promise to meet me that night.
Before she broke away from me what she told me about her mom made it plain her old lady wasn't anything like the I-don't-give-a-shit-if-my-daughter-screws-mothers back home. Victoria's old lady watched her comings and goings like a hawk. So Vicky I started calling her that because it rhymed with dicky said have to tell her mom she was going to the library in order to get out of the house ... which turned me off a little because that meant if I was going to take this girl's cherry and I just knew she hadn't had any dick slid up her pussy yet I'd have to fuck her before the library closed, so her old lady wouldn't get suspicious.
You can bet your sweet ass I walked around all day with a stiff one, waiting for time to pass until I met her. I wanted to slop up her pudding real bad! I hadn't had me any young snatch in some time, and I was hornier than hell. I was beginning to think I'd made a mistake moving up north where the girls seemed to think their snatches were solid gold until I met Vicky.
That night I waited for Miss Pussy Pie at the library at eight, all duked out in a imagine western shirt and tight jeans, with my sexy black boots to match. I wore the boots because I had it in mind I might screw her wearing them, which kind of turns me on once in awhile. I was thinking of all the nice things I'd do to her, like placing whipped cream into her pussy and eating it out, giving her my hot dog up the ass and then having her squat on my face, when I saw it was already fifteen after eight. Shit, I said, Vicky must have changed her mind. I guess I was just too old for her.
With gloom on my face, I was starting to leave when I saw Vicky's saucy little figure shaking on up the street. I smiled and my pecker zoomed a good seven inches down my leg, and my tongue got hard at the sight of her. I waved and she came running to me, her tits, I could see, flopping without a bra inside her blouse.
"You look good enough to eat," I told her when she reached me, letting me grab her hand. "In fact I think I will, baby."
Vicky blushed and rubbed her boobs against my chest, whispering that she thought we ought to save being intimate until we went somewhere else, because she was afraid her mom or one of her friends might see us hugging and smooching outside the library. I squeezed one of her nipples and said, "Sure, honey-pie. Anything you say."
I walked us over to the school a few blocks away. It was dark there, with plenty of grassy places to cuddle and fuck without being seen. I had checked it out earlier. I didn't want to spend any money on a motel until I made sure she'd put but for me.
Anyway, I found us a nice dark spot behind the administration building and the football field and pulled her down on the grass beside me. There was no one in sight on the campus and the moon wasn't out, so no one could see us.
I right off grabbed one of her tits and jammed my other hand between her legs. She made like she was shocked and pulled away.
Shit! I nearly said aloud, but didn't. These fucking northern girls and their cockteasing games. I felt like knocking the piss out of her and fucking her unconscious. But although a mature man could get away with something like that in the parts of Georgia where I come from, here in the north I'd probably do some time for it. So I pretended like I thought her coyness was cute and grabbed her hand instead. I'd just have to go slower with this little bitch, that's all.
"All right, Vicky-love, how's about a little kiss then?"
My mouth opened and my tongue shot out like a snake's in readiness to go into her mouth when I saw I was kissing air. The cunt had pulled away again. When I asked her for an explanation she looked at me and said, "I like you, Kevin, but, after all, this is the first time you and I are out together. I don't know if it's right letting you kiss me right off."
Christ! I thought to myself. I'm thinking of having her blow me and eating her out and she's uptight about a little French kissing!
I'm a man who ain't got much patience for a chick who makes you kiss her ass for a piece of nookey unless it's her real ass so I decided to lay my intentions on the carpet, or rather grass, and if the truth chased her away, well let it. I could always jerk off or get some ass at the massage parlor to suck me off. So I put it on the line to her.
"Look, Victoria. I ain't got no time for games. I want to eat your cunt. I thought you knew that and that's why you came to meet me tonight. More than that, if you're cherry, I want to take it. And if you ain't ever been fucked up the ass, I want to do that too. For good measure, I want you to fill your pretty mouth with my hot come. If all that ain't to your liking, then screw off and I'll find me another piece of ass. But before you decide to split let me show you what you'll miss if you do go."
Before Vicky could count to three, I unzipped my jeans and whipped out my prick which, if I do say so myself, is a mighty pretty and prodigious dick. Back home they used to call me King Kong, if you know what I mean.
For several seconds Vicky sat beside me just staring at my fully erect, purple-headed cock, her eyes bulging, her breathing funny, her tongue going round and round over her wet lips. It was pretty plain to me that my manly rod was laying waste to any ideas of resistance she came to see me with.
"I can't believe it!" she gasped. "That's the biggest peter I've ever seen or imagined! It's positively gorgeous!"
Her hand inched tentatively towards my slightly trembling dong.
"Can ... can I touch it?"
"Touch it? Hell, girl, I brought it along for you to do with whatever you want."
Vicky wrapped one of her dainty hands around the base of my prick and hung on to it as if it were a piece of gold, which, in my book, it is.
"Stroke it a few times, honey," I told her, which she obligingly did.
"That's it, sweet pudding, nice and easy. Up and down. Slow. Now faster. Lord Almighty, you're a natural born jerk-off artist!"
I was really getting my blood up looking at her gently beat my meat and savoring the sight of her mini skirt far up her thighs with a hint of pussy between them. She was leaning toward my prick as she stroked it, her head about four feet away from it. I had the most powerful urge ever to push her head on to my cock. I couldn't resist.
I slipped my right hand behind her beautiful head, her hair was pitch black and long, and pushed her face right on to my big dick. It slipped into her mouth like a peppermint stick. At first she choked, because I had pushed in too much too soon. But when I backed up a few inches, my cock fit just fine. A little snug but comfortable.
Vicky started to work on my dicky like a veteran. Tongue-lashing my hot dome. Dripping spit along the shaft and then slurping it off. And when she stopped the imagine mouth work, her head started bobbing up and down on my prick like a chicken picking up corn and swallowing.
All at once my prick made a plopping sound as she let it flop out of her mouth three seconds before I blasted a hot stream of gizm in her face. Before I knew it she was pushing me on my back and tearing off her panties. When I caught sight of her teenage bush as she positioned herself over my prick looking for a new home, my tongue started wagging crazy inside my mouth. I wanted that pudding in my face. But Vicky had other things in mind.
For a girl who said she was a virgin, part of her attraction for me, she sure jabbed my dong into her box like a pro. What's more, she didn't even winch as my shaft bore up her greasy tunnel, even though I drove all seven inches to the hilt up her pussy.
"Virgin, huh," I leered at her.
"Okay, I haven't got the cherry but I've got the box that it came in. What do you care? Just fuck!"
Although I felt cheated, her having had cock before and all, the way she was going up and down on my staff like an elevator gone wild felt so good I wasn't about to quibble. Instead I yelled out, "Ride me, young pussy! Ride my southern ass like you ain't rode before! I love having your sweet cunt on the end of my prick! Sit on it and screw, young whore! Grease up my prick and keep greasing until you explode! Do it and don't you dare stop 'till I shoot my load all the way up inside your cunt!"
And Vicky gave me no argument, let me tell you. For a fifteen-year old kid she spun, twisted and churned atop my hot prick like a hooker of twenty years experience. Who knows how many kids or older dudes like me she fucked.
While she screwed the shit out of me, she kept throwing her head back and forth, her long black hair falling off and on her face, which was twisted with the passion of an old whore fucking a donkey.
I couldn't hold back no longer. I felt the liquid fire starting to surge up from my balls and charge through my prick like Niagara Falls, shooting high inside her cunt till she screamed into the silent night.
"I can feel your come splashing on the walls of my cunt! Christ! What a load! What force! Oooooooh! Here I go, too!"
Vicky started to come right on top of my load. She went positively nuts, pulling on her tits through her blouse till I thought she'd rip it off. And she ground her cunt over my beginning-to-collapse cock till I thought she'd screw it off. Her eyes turned inside her head. She bit her own lips while the pussy soup poured all over my cock and balls, hot and sticky to feel. And the moans, gurgles and growls she made sounded like something out of The Exorcist. When she finally stopped coming, she fell forward, her head hitting my chest like a bag of sand, our privates glued together with hot come and pussy juice.
Just then we heard the church bell ring nine o'clock and she moved as if to leave me, but I held her fast on my soft but still lodged prick.
"I better get home, Kevin. If I'm not home by nine-thirty, Mom will know for sure that I didn't go to the library, and I won't be able to go out for a week!"
I wasn't about to let her run home without getting a couple of good licks of her young pussy, and I told her so. Besides I was still a little mad at her for making me think she was a virgin when she wasn't. So if she got hell for coming in late, good for her. I grabbed one of her hands so she couldn't escape and told her to sit on my face and no back talk.
"But if I sit on your face you'll eat your own come! I'm filled with it!"
"So long as it ain't nobody else's come, I don't mind eating a little of my own at all. It wouldn't be the first time," I added. "Sometimes when I jerk off I come in my hand and swallow it. That way I don't lose any energy. But enough jawing. Get your wet box over my mouth or I'll slap your pretty face blue!"
She did like she was told. I could tell she was the type of chick that liked a little rough-house mixed with her sex.
Vicky hiked her skirt high so it wouldn't get in my face and sat right over my mouth. The wine that we had made together just poured over my face. And her cunt tasted like peaches warmed by the sun. I used my fingers to part the wet petals of her cunt so I could get my tongue in there good. I tell you it was like burying my face in some kind of bitter-sweet pudding that just came out of the oven.
The harder I sucked the harder she pressed her pussy down on me, grinding and twisting her hips the way a stripper does on stage. I decided to give her an added thrill by shoving my middle finger up her ass. As it went up, she started to rear her end up like somebody had just shot her with a bolt of electricity. But another second or two longer and my finger must have felt good inside her ass, 'cause the look of pain left her face and she started to moan once more.
While Vicky fucked my face and I screwed her ass with my finger, I used my other hand to jack off. Once or twice she bore down on me so hard I couldn't breathe every inch of my face was covered by her hairy sopping mound. But I love to eat cunt and Vicky's was one of the tastiest I've ever sucked off.
"I'm starting to come," she yelled, her ass twitching and grinding, while she squeezed her tits and darted her tongue in and out of her mouth.
"So am I!" I yelled back, feeling my big prick swelling with rising come.
"Dive your tongue in my snatch good! Oh, yeah! Suck and lick and play with your prick!"
Every once in awhile she'd glance back to see me whacking away at my dong and it seemed to make her hotter.
"That's it, Kevin! Yank it and keep sucking! Here I go! Ooooooooh, drink the juice out of my snatch! What a mouth! What a tongue! What a big beautiful cock! Eat me! SUCK!"
I exploded too, shooting a stream of hot come all over her back and ass, while I pushed my face so hard and deep into her sopping box that I thought I'd get my head inside her cunt. I kept nuzzling her until I shot the last drop. Little by little the muscles in her buttocks and legs relaxed and she fell forward on my chest, sighing with satisfaction. I could feel the come dripping off her back and the cheeks of her ass on to my belly.
After a bit, she rolled off me and pulled her panties on and I zipped up, wondering if all the juice and gizm we done spilled together would make the grass grow better. We stood up and she put her arms around me, giving me one long soul kiss before looking up into my face and saying, "That was the best fuck I've ever had! And nobody has ever gobbled my pussy as good as you did! Will you do another number on me tomorrow night, too?"
I looked down at the little bitch. I was still pissed off at her for pretending she was a virgin when she wasn't.
"You got a long track record of screwing behind you, ain't you? I don't mind a chick coming right out and telling me she ain't got a cherry but I don't like having a girl playing games with me!"
With that, I whacked her across the face and threw her across my knees, tore off her panties and slapped her bare ass red. But instead of Vicky crying and begging me to stop, as I thought she would, damn if she didn't get hot again.
"Oh, smack my ass, daddy! Do it! I love it! Harder!"
When I saw that she was juicing once more, wouldn't you know that I forgot I was mad and got excited all over again myself. To make a long story short, with her ass staring me in the face, I leaned over and inserted my little pink tongue into her ass-hole and reamed her a spell. Then I tossed her on the ground, put my fingers in her cunt and spooned out some of her cunt-grease and rubbed it on my cock so it would slide into her ass without too much friction, spread the cheeks of her ass and inched my rod in until I filled it. She went crazy, obviously liking being fucked up the ass better than in the cunt.
"Pump, pump, pump! Oh, daddy-lover, screw my ass and don't stop pumping till you come! Ass-fuck me, daddy! Do it!"
"Put your fingers up your cunt while I'm fucking you, Vicky!"
Good little girl that she was, Vicky did like she was told and finger-fucked her cunt while I screwed her ass. In and out, I humped away, thrusting my big hunk of meat into her with every bit of strength I had. Sometimes I could feel the head of my prick touching the walls of her pussy, and whenever I did that, she'd give out a squeal like a pink and tell me to ram it into her harder.
Once again we shot off, this time exactly at the same time, convulsing on the grass with joy. We must have stayed glued to each other for a solid five minutes, too burned out to separate. Finally I pulled my prick out of her ass it making a plopping sound like a cork yanked out of a bottle and wiped off the come and hint of shit off of it on the brass, patted her fanny affectionately and called it a halt for the night. Both of us had a real good getting-to-know-each-other evening, promising to repeat the show the next night.
Unfortunately Kevin's new found relationship with Vicky was cut short because her parents moved to another city. Vicky, being under-age, had to go with them.
Though Kevin tried to seduce other young girls he didn't have much luck in the northern city where he resided. When he was pressed to explain why he didn't switch his desires to older women, he replied, in his candid way:
"I just don't like older women. Their cunts are too stretched for my taste. I like nice, snug pussy and only a young girl has got one. Maybe it's because of my upbringing. like I already told you ... down south it's considered normal for an older man and young filly to get it on. When I'm screwing a young girl it's like I'm her pappa and her lover at the same time. It's hard for me to explain. The girls, too, act like I'm their daddy and lover. Take Vicky, for instance. Whenever I did fuck her and we were at it night and day for three weeks before she went off and moved she was always calling me 'daddy' or 'pappa!' Once I told her, my ass seven inches up her snatch, 'girl I ain't your dad.' And she come right out and said, 'I wish you were. I've always wanted to screw my father but I know you're not supposed to. Besides, I wouldn't because it would break my mother's heart if I did and she found out. Still I've always wanted to. So I guess I'll just have to settle for having a make-believe daddy eat and fuck me.' I hate to admit it, but it kind of turned me on to having Vicky or any other teenager, for that matter, act like I'm her daddy."
Rarely will we find a more glaring example of incestuous feelings underlying the sexual desires of an older man and young girl involved together.
CASE HISTORY THREE
To many men a girl's tender age in no way acts as a deterrent to their sexual desires so long as the girl in question is old enough to enjoy sex.
Wade Howard, a thirty-seven year old service station attendant, was such a man, in spite of the fact that he was married to a woman approximately his same age.
"Where I worked I'd see a lot of teenage cunt swishing their hot, just maturing butts at me, or pretending they didn't know I was looking while they scratched their crotch or adjusted their bras. They'd drive into the station with they boy friend or girl friend, and I'd just drool thinking of their tender pussies or their unplowed asses, aching to turn them into women. I used to like washing the car windows because I'd be able to look down into the front seat at their bare legs or thighs showing. I really envied the young jocks they were with because I knew that some of them were getting into the young snatch probably even getting blown by them. Sometimes I'd get so hot thinking about some young cunt in the front seat that I'd have to go into the men's room and beat my meat ... and I would. I wanted to climb into the seat with her, lift her skirt and shove my pecker up between her legs, straight into her cunt. But of course I couldn't do that. The only thing I could service was the car.
"I remember one time there was this blonde who came in with a boy friend, and they didn't think I was watching them, or else they didn't give a damn. He was rubbing her breasts with one hand and had the other up her leg, shoving the skirt up so I could see what she had there. She wasn't wearing any panties, so I could see plenty. And she had her hand in his lap and was rubbing he pecker. Man, you think I didn't get a hard on watching that?
"There were some days my wife really caught hell when I got home. You see enough crotches during the day, you've got a pecker that won't go down for awhile. At least, that's the way it is with me. I get horny pretty fast and pretty often, and I've got to let loose. That one time I saw the girl without panties working over her boy friend, I could hardly wait to get home from work. But when I got there, my wife was having her period. I don't mind myself, but she says it's not clean. So I told her I had a stiff pecker, and the least she could do was suck me off.
"She doesn't like to do that. She says it's dirty. Well, dirty or not, it's fun, and I wanted her to do it to me. We had a big argument about it, and I hauled out my pecker and forced her head against it. Damned if she didn't throw up before I could let loose, so I just left her there in the bathroom and stormed out, angry as hell, and with a hard on I didn't know what to do with.
"I just drove around for awhile. While I did, I got some great ideas for what to do with my pecker. There were all these young girls hitching rides, see, and I'd pick one of them up for a couple of bucks and we'd screw or else I'd have her suck me off. So I stopped and picked one up. She had long, straight blonde hair and a short skirt and boots. As I drove along, I started talking to her, gradually making conversation sexy. She surprised me by turning the talk away from anything like that. Finally she said she wanted to get out at the next corner. She did, and that was that.
"Well, not quite. All the while she'd been in the car I'd been staring at her legs and wondering what it would be like to stick my hand, among other things, up there, and how nice her own hand would feel rubbing my pecker so I was pretty damned excited.
"I stopped for another girl. And another. And another one after that. The last one I even came right out and asked her if she'd like to earn some money. She asked how. I told her by sucking me off. She got a frightened look on her face, and bolted out of the car.
"I was getting desperate. I'd heard stories that some of these young girls put out, but I wasn't having much luck. It was when I turned down Ventura Boulevard that my luck changed. There was this blonde on the corner, with her thumb out, giving me a look I couldn't be wrong about. She wanted some action, and I was just the guy to give it to her all six inches of it.
"She got in the car, and her skirt went up around her hips. I looked, but she didn't seem to mind. She had nice legs. I drove down the street, and we started talking. I wish I could remember the conversation, because it was filled with double meanings. I remember I asked her if she wanted an all-day sucker to lick, and she didn't bat an eyelash when she answered she'd be willing if the price was right. I offered her five dollars but she wanted ten. She finally agreed on seven, which I gave her. I asked her where we could go, and she told me to just drive around.
"I thought she was looking for some dark place to park, but she wasn't. She was going to suck me off right there in the car while I was driving. Of course, I didn't argue with her, not when she was unzipping my pants, hauling out my stiff pecker and playing with it. Then she put her head down in my lap and started licking the tip with her tongue. Man, that felt good. I almost let loose then and there, but I held back. After all, it was costing me seven bucks, and I wanted it to last. She knew what she was doing all right. When I glanced down, all I could see was her mop of long blonde hair bobbing around, but I could feel plenty. She held on to my pecker like it was a banana, and she licked it up on side and down the other. Then she put the tip of it in her mouth and nibbled on it for awhile.
"I couldn't stand it. With one hand I pushed the back of her head down in my lap. She took the hint and let my pecker slide all the way into her mouth. Man, that felt good. And what she did after that was good, too. She gobbled it up like she'd been doing it all her life, and when I finally let loose, she swallowed it all right on down.
"Unfortunately, I closed my eyes and stepped down on the gas pedal just about then and slammed into the back of a car ahead of me waiting for a stop light. I was stunned for a moment, then I realized my zipper was open and my pecker was hanging out. That would look swell on the insurance report, I thought, and I zipped up before the guy ahead of me got out of his car and came back. It was only then that I noticed the door on the other side of my car was open, and the blonde had taken off. Hell, I could've used her as a witness.
"Anyway, my insurance paid for the damages, but I had to shell out the hundred bucks deductible on my own car, which didn't make me too happy. I knew that next time we were going someplace and park. It was too dangerous doing it while driving along crowded streets."
The next time his wife had her period, Wade cruised along the same boulevard, with similar results. He picked up a willing teenager, drove to a desolate area, and had vaginal intercourse with her in the back seat of his car. The fact that the girl was under-age was of no concern for him. He had no anxieties over possible legal complications, nor did he seem overly sexually excited by the fact that the girl was so young. She was merely a sexual convenience, a suitable female receptacle for his erect penis. Since there was also no moral problem involved in his philosophy, he has continued picking up girl hitch-hikers in order to satisfy his sexual cravings, obviously for the same reason that men climb mountains because they're there!
A balding, middle-aged accountant named Arthur also developed a habit of picking up teenage girls in his car. His motivation was also sexual, but in a different manner and with similar results.
"Let's face it" he admitted, "I'm no Adonis, but some of these kids really turn me on, and how else can I get one in a car with me. I've got one of these small imported jobs, and when a teenage girl's sitting next to me I can almost feel the warmth of her bare leg next to mine, and before I know it I've got a stiff prick.
"I put a hand in my lap and rub myself through the cloth all the while we're driving along and I'm glancing at those gorgeous bare legs right next to me, and pretty soon I have an orgasm.
"I don't do the girl any harm," he added, self-righteously, "so what's wrong with me having a little fun?"
Arthur was not an aggressive man in all his activities, including the sexual. As a child, he masturbated frequently, using teenage girls as sexual objects, either by imagining them or secretly watching them through the window. His mother overprotected him, while his father ridiculed his puniness and his shy attitude. Thanks to feelings of inferiority as to looks and capabilities, Arthus dated infrequently, and these few dates were painful for both participants.
In college he met a domineering girl several years his senior who seduced him into an unsatisfying sexual affair and persuaded him to marry her. The marriage lasted almost a year before his wife filed for divorce. Their sex life left a great deal to be desired, since Arthur had extreme difficulty getting and sustaining an erection. Living alone, afterward however, he discovered he seldom had any trouble in masturbating to orgasm. Once again, the sexual objects whom he visualized were teenage girls.
"I even moved into a swimming pool apartment," he confessed because I knew there were families living there with young daughters who'd be out sunning themselves in the patio in their bikinis. It was more money than I wanted to spend for an apartment, but I figured it would be worth it for all the fun I could have.
"I did have a lot of fun, too. I peered out from my drapes and played with myself while watching the girls. I even bought a pair of binoculars so I could see right up into their crotches. That was nice. Sometimes I could count every hair sticking out around the edges of the bikini, and I imagined I was really that close and could rub my prick all over the inside of her legs."
Arthus desired greater proximity, however, and it was while driving along in his small car and seeing the young girl hitch-hikers that he got his idea.
"The first time," he recalled, "I didn't do anything but give her a ride, I guess because I was too scared to. The second time it was the same, except I noticed how close her leg was to mine, and how short her skirt was. The third time was the charm. I drove along with this dark-haired girl beside me, glancing over at her, and my hand came to rest casually in my lap. She didn't seem to notice, so I rubbed my prick through the cloth.
"You can't imagine how wonderful that felt. I couldn't help myself. I had an orgasm. No that I minded, except it made my underwear soggy and soaked through the front of my pants. So I began wearing rubbers so I wouldn't mess my clothes when I came. That way, I wouldn't have to hold back at all, and I didn't either.
"What I wanted to do, though, was actually have my prick out and hold it in my hand. It felt more well, more intense that way. Besides, there'd be the added thrill of having it out without the girl next to me knowing about it. The first time I tried it I was pretty sneaky about the whole thing. I had this coat on the seat beside me, and when the girl got in, I had to move the coat some place, didn't I. So I put it in my lap. Then while we drove along, I snaked the zipper down on my pants, under cover the coat, and hauled out my rubber-covered prick.
"We drove along, and I kept glancing over at her legs and pulling my prick up and down, back and forth, under the coat. When I heard the girl giggle, I looked up at her face and saw she was snickering as she looked down at the coat in my lap. I looked down at myself and saw that my hand was still pulling my prick and that the coat was jiggling around so much it was pretty obvious what I was doing.
"I felt embarrassed. I pulled my hand out from beneath the coat and gripped the wheel with both hands in plain sight. We drove along until the girl announced that she wanted to get out, so I stopped. She opened the door, hopped out, grinned at me and told me to have fun. I knew what she meant, and I didn't answer her. I just drove off, with my face red.
"I'd have to be more careful in the future."
Arthur was more careful in the future as he continued picking up teenage girls for his sexual excitement. However, although he uses them as sex objects, he apparently does not wish to have a complete sexual involvement with any of them.
"This one girl I picked up," he recalled, "really surprised the hell out of me. We were driving along, and I had my prick out, with my coat over it, and I was massaging it so it was up good and hard, when this girl she must've been around sixteen or so reached over under my coat and took hold of my prick to give it a few shakes.
"I hadn't expected that at all, and I didn't know what to do. She asked me, 'How about it, mister, you want to swing?' Those were her exact words. I didn't know what to say. I guess I was too stunned, too frightened, too something, though, because even though she had hold of my prick and was pulling it, it started getting limp instead of harder. That embarrassed me even more. I muttered some excuse about having had too much lately and told her no, maybe some other time. She shrugged and said okay.
"When I let her off and drove away, I started thinking about. It would be fun having her play with my prick, maybe suck on it, and then we'd have regular sex together. The more I thought about it the more excited I got until my prick was standing up straight again. I drove around the block looking for the girl, but she wasn't anyplace in sight."
Arthur continued his masturbatory activities in the car, and none of the young girls made sexual overtones toward him.
"Then one night I saw the sixteen year old girl again," he said. "The one who'd taken hold of my prick and offered more. I stopped and she got it. I was glad she recognized me right off because it would save a lot of explanations. I asked her if she remembered her asking me if I wanted to swing. She said yes, and I held my breath and told her I wanted to. She wanted five dollars, which I took out and handed to her, and we drove to a quiet spot beside a dark park, with her hand rubbing my prick all the way.
"I was up good and hard until we climbed into the back seat and she took off her panties. I don't know what was wrong. I think maybe it was because she was a stranger and I was embarrassed.
Or maybe the fact that she was so young. Young or not, she knew what to do. She lifted her legs, spread them and tried to stuff my prick up into her. I wondered how many guys she'd picked up before, and if she was comparing them to me. I didn't like to think about that. I know there are a lot of guys who are better lovers, that've got bigger pricks and harder ones and know what to do with them. But me, I always seem to sort of freeze up, and that's what I did with the girl."
Seeing the futility of continuing, Arthur and the girl returned to the front seat, adjusted their clothing, and drove back to the boulevard. He was vaguely aware that his own concern over his virility and his feelings of inferiority were the culprits in the failure to perform satisfactorily. Yet he continued to rationalize the event.
"I saw her again after that," he said, "standing on a corner with her thumb out, but I looked away and sailed right past. I just don't want to get involved."
Of course, in a case like Arthur's, the psychological manifestations are paramount. It is not sex he's seeking, but the fantasy of having sex with a young chick provides him with masturbat-ory pleasure. As a result, when he comes face to face with some young stuff, he's unable to perform. It's not so much that he fears failure as it is the fear that once experienced, the fantasy will no longer be sufficient to arouse him. Arthur's psychosexual problems are profound, based on a deep-seated sense of insecurity and inferiority. He's not impotent, but his inability to relate to another human being in a sexual situation produces temporary impotence ... which is just as devastating to the individual involved.
And what of the girls who ride their thumbs across town after town in the United States, selling their bodies for a few dollars? These are girls for whom sex is a commodity, to be offered in the marketplace of flesh and sold for whatever price can be had. Many of the girls who hitchhike are under-age, hooking only temporarily for the spending money it provides. Others, after exposure to this side of life, become hardened to any kind of emotional response to others, and take to the life as a profession.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
The next case of an older man having a penchant for young girls is fairly common. Because it does have familiar patterns it deserves mention in our study of the psychosexual dynamics involved in the older man/young girl syndrome.
Tarn B., at fifty, certainly looked much younger. He had a hard, lean body and he always made sure that he slept well, got plenty of sleep and exercise, and he has never smoked or imbibed alcohol. Practicing such scrupulous maintenance on himself has paid off not only in terms of his health and appearance, but in the area of his sex life as well. He's had an orgasm at least once a day for the last twenty-five years. "If I'm not making love to some young lady, I'm making love to myself thinking of one."
Dressed in sporting clothes, his long, trim figure coupled with his blonde hair and suntanned face made him look like an aging movie star or top executive, with everything going his way.
In truth, Tarn was an executive of sorts. He owned a first class suburban Southern California tennis club. In addition, he made lots of money using his still-famous name to endorse various men's products and by appearing from time to time in TV commercials.
In spite of his normally cool and suave exterior, when he agreed to let this writer interview him for this particular book, Tarn was in a fitful state, mainly because of his involvement with a girl more than half his age. The following is his own story:
In order for me to tell you how I got hooked on Dena, I've got to first go into my relationship with Mary, my wife, whose favorite past-time, next to sucking cock anyone's, or having her own pussy eaten by one of her many lesbian friends, is writing religious poetry.
I married her when I decided to retire from professional tennis playing and start a tennis club. There was and is more money in running a club than playing for one.
The first day I met Mary she blew me in the empty locker room. I should have known then that she was too loose to be faithful to one man. But when she swallowed my come after working on my prick and ass for a good thirty minutes straight, the thought of having this beautiful cocksucker for my own so befogged my better judgment that I asked her to marry while she was still on her knees, licking drops of come off my hairy balls. Of course she said yes. And we had no trouble for three months, at the end of which I discovered that, in spite of the fact that I banged her every night, during the day she was laying and sucking off whomever she could.
Funny about Mary. Although I could kick her ass whenever I think of the guys she's balled behind my back, I still get hot when I think of her sucking cock. I can see her gorgeous head now, bobbing up and down, working her pink fleshy tongue all over my throbbing dick. She was inventive, too, in eating dick. Once she filled her mouth with honey and then had me poke my prick into her mouth. What a sensation that was! On another occasion she ate a whole can of whipped cream off my cock, then had me wash it down for her by pissing in her mouth! What a wild, wanton, insatiable cunt! I guess there will always be a soft spot in my heart for Mary. Nevertheless, there's another side to my feelings about Mary that makes me boil. She had no right living with me, spending my money and fucking other guys. Anyway, I got so jealous when I found out, I nearly killed her. We divorced about six months ago.
As soon as Mary and I called it quits, I starting playing the field again. I must have fucked thirty girls within a period of sixty days. I had my first three-way affair during that time; a twenty-year old black girl sitting on my face while an Oriental chick sucked my balls and I jerked off the come going all over her face. Anyway, I'm digressing.
About four months ago I met Dena delicious, delightful, dynamite Dena with the big tits, pillowy bottom, long ballerina legs, swan-like neck, suction-cup ruby-red lips, green fire eyes, long red hair, and a cunt that felt like a tight velvet vise once it clamped on a man's prick.
There was just one problem Dena was only fourteen, although she looked like a lusty eighteen-year-old.
We met at my club. My tennis instructor was out sick and I after marking those full-blown tits in her white blouse volunteered to teach her. And after the first lesson, when I realized that she was as turned on to me as I was to her, I said I would personally continue teaching her. No one saw anything strange in this because everyone knew I was a good friend of her father's, a prominent lawyer in the area. To heighten her concentration, I even suggested that I come to her house once a week for a private lesson, knowing full well that her busy widower father would either be in court or his office most of the day..
It was during my second visit to her house for a lesson that I decided to run the risk of rejection, I wanted to lick that fourteen-year old box so much.
She had been stooping over in her clean white tennis shorts to pick up a stray ball and the crack of her ass and the folds of her cunt showed through her shorts. I got an instant hard on. That sight and the constant bounce of her ripe bosom whenever she moved had me in a frenzy of heat for her young body.
I pretended I was thirsty, hoping she'd invite me inside the house for a drink. She did, smiling at me in a knowing, sensual way. It was a hot summer day, and we were both perspiring like hogs as we walked into the kitchen. The servants were gone. Her father was in court. We were totally alone in the big, rambling house. I could rape her if I wanted to and there'd be no one there to stop me. But I didn't want to rape Dena. I wanted her to drop her shorts, part the petals of her pussy and say, "Stuck your tongue here as far as it will go!" That was my fantasy. This is what actually happened.
She handed me a beer while she sucked on a Coke. All I could think of watching her put the neck of the bottle inside her soft mouth was "I wish it was my cock!" Then I'd focus on her breasts. They were so round, full and maturely nippled for a girl her age. They were so magnificently sculptured pressing against her blouse.
"How many girls are you sleeping with now, Tarn?" Dena asked, from out of the blue.
I was taken back by the directness of her question.
"Oh, three or four."
"Do any of them mean anything special to you?"
She was leaning up against the sink-counter, shifting her weight from one leg to the other and looking so edible I know my tongue flicked over my lips a couple of times.
I wanted to make it quite clear that I wasn't hung-up on one girl. The way her eyes kept landing on my crotch coupled with her flirtatiousness starting with the first tennis lesson I gave her made it quite plain to me that she was hot for me. And, considering the difference in our age, I confess I was more than a little flattered by her attention.
"No, Dena. There's no one special in my life. That spot is still open." My eyes were right on her mouth when I talked.
"Do you find me attractive, Tarn?"
It was almost a plea.
"Very. In fact, I can't tell you how many times your face and figurehave entered one of my fantasies."
She smiled. "Then how come you never made a pass at me?""You know, Dena, I'm about the same age as your father."
"What difference does that make?"
She was really coming on strong. Still I wanted to test her before making a move for her pussy. "Dena ... you know your dad and I are friends."
"I'm sure he wouldn't want me to go to bed with an enemy." She was being coy, witty and irresistible. And she had used the magic phrase "go to bed." My cock was thumping away inside my shorts.
"My being older really doesn't bother you?"
"Look. I may only be fourteen but I've been around, believe me. I've had affairs with men your age not only here, but in Europe, too. Every time I was able to slip away from my parents, I'd let some older cat pick me up. Once, in Paris, I even let a man older than you pick me up in a imagine car and eat me in the back seat. I was having my period too. But that didn't seem to bother him. He just kept sucking away on my clitoris like it was a lollipop."
It was difficult for me to believe that this young, innocent-looking girl was as experienced as she sounded. But I could tell by the lust now blazing on her angelic features that she indeed had experienced such episodes. The come in my balls started to stir, thinking of that old fart lapping her bloody cunt.
"Let's stop wasting time," Dena brazenly said, walking to me.
Before I realized what was happening, Dena slipped her hand inside my shorts and clamped her fingers around the shaft of my sweaty cock, squeezing it. I pulled her to me and jammed my tongue into her wide open mouth, swallowing some of her spit, while both my hands grabbed the cheeks of her ass. I knew that what I was doing would be judged by society as wrong, but I didn't give a shit about society at that moment, and apparently Dena didn't give a shit either. For a good minute we stood this way grinding our bodies against each other and swapping tongues.
She pulled her tongue out of my mouth long enough to say, "I want you! You'll never know how many times I've played with my pussy wondering what it would be like to have a hold of your cock ... or to see your distinguished face locked between my legs, juice dripping all over your mouth."
I couldn't believe I was about to make love to a beautiful fourteen-year-old girl! Of course, as with most men my age, I had speculated on what it would be like to once again eat young cunt. But how many older men have the opportunity to satisfy that curiosity? Well, I was about to.
Dena reached behind and began to unbutton her white blouse. Another second or two and her prematurely fullblown tits popped into view. They were gorgeous. She unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed her nipples on my hairy chest, exciting herself tremendously.
"I'm getting so wet!" she exclaimed. She took me by the hand and started pulling me from the kitchen to her bedroom on the ground floor. "Come, my love! Come into my room where I fuck myself with vibrators, candles, my fingers and where I'm now about to fuck you!"
Standing before a great big queen-size bed, I watched with amazement as she twisted her hips and flipped her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. What an inviting bush! Her pubic hair was rust-colored and formed a perfect v. I rushed to her, clamping my burning body on hers, the head of my prick nestling close to the entrance of her snatch.
Once again our lips mingled and our tongues crossed while I ran the fingers of my right hand between the cheeks of her ass.
"That's it, Tarn! Stoke the inside of my ass! I love that! The way you use your tongue inside my mouth drives me crazy too! Do it, baby! Do it!"
I deftly maneuvered my tongue inside her mouth. As our tongues twisted and darted ever so skillfully against one another, I could feel the sex vibrations moving overpoweringly through my whole body. At the same time I could smell her young femaleness rising up from between her legs, its spicy musk cloying inside my flared nostrils in a most provocative way.
We French kissed and fondled each other's genitals for a long time. To add fuel to the fire we kept rubbing our bodies together. If we kept this up we'd juice together without having fucked, so I decided to quit the preliminaries and get down to some serious screwing and sucking. From the way her pussy was dripping and smelling I could tell Dena was ready for the real fireworks herself.
I threw her into bed. Her legs shot up in the air as she stuck three fingers into her cunt.
"Take your clothes off, Tarn! I want to dig your naked body! I'd really groove on seeing your balls naked! I know you've got a great bod and a gorgeous prick it shows through your clothes. Besides, I overheard a couple of older cunt at least thirty talking about you one day at the club, and they agreed you had a prick that would put Michelangelo's David to shame. So hurry up and slip out of your shorts and shirt so I can see everything you've got!"
I must confess I was flattered to have a girl her age so hot for my body. I proceeded to oblige her. While I removed my shorts, shirt and sneakers she sprawled on her back and continued to explore her pussy with her fingers. They were deep inside her snatch, the juice that they stirred up dribbling out of her pussy and sparkling in her red public hair like diamonds.
"It turns you on watching me finger-fuck myself, doesn't it? Grab your dick. Go on. Grab it. I like to watch someone play with himself, too."
Anxious to please, I took my fully erect cock in hand and began to pull the foreskin back and forth (I'm not circumcised).
"Faster," she yelled at me, as she, too, increased the tempo of her own hand-job.
We were both so hot and ready to juice that I knew that if we continued to masturbate we'd got off, so I decided to switch it off. "Let's fuck before we come!"
Dena pulled her fingers out of her syrupy twat and sucked them. I don't know why but that really accelerated the flow of my blood.
"I'd rather do a sixty-nine with you before screwing," Dena replied.
The girl's expertise in the area of sexuality continued to astound me. "Boy, you've really been around for a teenager, haven't you!"
She was massaging her clitoris with one finger while she talked to me.
"I told you I had. I've been balled by experts. I even had a movie star once suck me off. She was staying with daddy for a weekend in our Malibu pad."
My prick spasmed with lust at the thought of her being involved in some kind of a lesbian experience.
"Did you say her?"
She giggled when she saw how shocked I was, reinserting three fingers up her twat.
"Does it make you jealous, Tarn, to think of some chick eating my pussy? Well, don't be. I'd rather have your cock in me than some dyke's tongue up my box any day. Now cut the bullshit and climb in bed with me. I want you to play with my pussy just like I'm doing. And I guess you know what I'll be doing while you're fingering my snatch."
"Jerking me off, I hope."
"Right! And just when I feel your prick getting ready to pop, I'll stop. I've got more delicious things in mind for making you come."
"You're every bit as horny as my ex-wife, Mary."
"I can out-fuck and out-suck any thirty-year-old broad any day."
"I bet you can."
Once I threw my body next to hers she went crazy with passion. She leaned forward and firmly cupped my prick with her right hand, manipulating my foreskin up and down the way she had seen me play with myself. But it was so much better having a fourteen-year-old sexpot stroke my meat.
While her right hand performed magic on my prick, she used her other hand to caress my balls. They were burning with animal lust. Meanwhile, I carefully pushed back the wet folds of her pussy and slipped a couple of moving fingers deep inside her mushy snatch. She moaned, bit her lips and squeezed my cock harder. Naturally, the longer I explored her honey-pot the hotter she got. I noticed that to the extent that I increased my finger action she did the same. She flipped her fingers up and down over the full length of my long hard stem.
She had started the movement by running her fingers gently over the soft red tip of my prick, but now she was going beyond that. She was applying her marvelous fingers vigorously to the total length of my pulsating member, all the while caressing and nestling my balls with her other hand.
"Oh, what you can do with your fingers, Tarn! They feel like a couple of electric eels inside my box!"
We were making some of the juiciest music together that I've ever made, maneuvering our fingers back and forth over each other's hot organ. As my ass cheeks twisted and flipped with every thrusting movement her fingers provided, I was in turn maneuvering my fingers brilliantly against her pussy. With authoritative, determined impact, I relentlessly drove my fingers purposefully ever deeper into her juicing mound.
As we continued our feverish pace, I realized I was preparing to discharge a load of gizm that she'd never forget. Once again I saw the wisdom of switching our sexual gears, so to speak, to delay shooting. So I proposed that we eat each other for awhile.
"I've got to nuzzle, lap and suck your cunty, my delicious Dena. I just know that your pussy juice tasted like wine and I want it smeared and dripping all over my in my hair, on my face, soaking my balls, cock, chest everywhere. Please, let's stop fingering and get down to sucking."
I could tell by the increased blaze of lust on her face that she was turned on by the prospect of a good suck.
"I'll let you scarf my box, Tarn, baby, only if you ram that big prick of yours down my throat. I'm dying to taste your come! I just know it's tastier than whipped cream, I bet. Will you let me gobble your joint?"
"Of course, my love. You car wrap your lips and tongue around it as long as you want. I'm itching to shove my prick into your mouth!"
Dena made the first move, removing her fingers from my cock and balls. She looked at me devouringly, licking her lips with great suggestiveness. Never have I seen a woman or girl look as ready to eat cock!
"I do so much want your tool between my lips, sweetheart, but before I do that I'd like to do something else first. But I'm too shy to ask."
She cast her eyes towards the bed coyly and, for a moment, she looked like a little girl, an effect that made her twice as appealing to me.
"Ask and you shall receive, my love. Anything. My only wish right now is to pleasure a come out of you that you'll never forget. Whatever it takes to get you off, I'll do it eat a banana out of your cunt, piss in your face, whip you, screw your ass whatever. Name it."
"Eventually I'd like to do all of those things with you, honey. For now I'll settle with licking your ass-hole."
She blushed.
"You don't think I'm depraved, Tarn, for wanting to work my tongue all over and up your ass?"
"Dearest, nothing done in the name of pleasure is depraved," I assured her, my ass-hole beginning to long for her hot young tongue.
"But I'll tell you what, Dena. Since you apparently have some scruples about ass-eating, let me eat yours first."
Dena was so turned on to the idea that she was already getting on all fours, tilting her pert and perfectly rounded bottom in the direction of my face. I began to slaver at the mouth looking at that juicy ass of her.
"A little mutual ass licking is just what the doctor ordered, right, Tarn."
"Right!"
I corked my face as tight between her cheeks as I could, stabbing her tiny pink puckered mouth of an ass-hole until I worked it inside a bit. The penetration evoked a wiggle and a sigh of euphoria from her, while she plunged two frenzied fingers into her pouring snatch.
"Oh, my terrific Tarn! That's wonderful, my love! Keep doing it, please! Ahhh, what an ass sucker you are! Your tongue feels like a flame entering my ass! And every time you stab it up there I get quivers and shivers inside my cunt! I'm juicing like I've never juiced before! Fuck my ass with your face and tongue, my love! Do it, you ass-sucker! Do it!"
As I quickened my pace, and the deeper I plunged my tongue into that creamy ass of hers, the harder she pushed her bottom into my face.
"Let's eat each other's ass at the same time," she suddenly commanded, hoarse with passion.
"Great idea," I replied, flopping her on her back and swinging my legs over her head so she could get at my ass-hole. I used my hands to keep her legs raised high so I could get easy access to her ass-hole. It was only a matter of seconds later that I felt her slimy tongue dart between my cheeks and begin stabbing up my ass. It was like having a worm wiggling up my ass.
Our bodies twisted with rhythmic grace and beat as we exchanged hot ass sucks. I kept drilling my tongue ever deeper inside her anus, pausing once in awhile to blow a little air up her ass too. If mine was the first ass Dena had ever gone down on, I must confess she was a born ass-licker. I've had my ass licked and sucked by experts, and none ever came close to triggering the hot ass thrills that Dena triggered with her proficient tongue.
As she kept on gobbling up my ass, my creative little Dena improvised another course of action. She reached out with her right hand and proceeded to fondle my come-swollen dick. As she kept sucking ass, she drove her nimble fingers sharply up and down the full length of my prick.
Recognizing a good thing, I decided two could play the same game. If she could exercise her fingers on my rod while she sucked my ass out, then I should certainly be able to perform a comparable accommodation. So into her juice-laved cunt went two of my fingers, massaging the walls of her pussy, which felt mushy and hot inside, something like wet velvet. Every once in awhile, she'd lift her face away from my ass just long enough to spit out a few hot admonitions, such as, "Eat my ass, you cocksucker! Shove that hot tongue of yours up there as far as you can! I wish you had a candy bar sticking out of your ass so I could eat it! Work your fingers in my pussy harder! Faster, you ass-eating prick! FASTER!"
We continued to ass-eat and finger each other this way for another ten or fifteen minutes, time and again bringing ourselves to the brink of a mind-blowing come and then pulling back. But I didn't know how much longer I could hold back my juices. I uncorked my mouth and tongue from her ass-hole long enough to tell her, breathlessly, "I'm about ready to blast off, my darling. My cock is literally bursting with cock juice. Oh, I want to cream so much!"
Dena also unfastened her feverish tongue from my ass-hole. I raised my butt so I could see her face looking at mine.
"I'm about ready to pop, too, Tarn. Let's really cut loose! Let's suck ass or whatever else we want and if we feel like coming ... let's let it go! No holds barred! Let's get at it!
The fact that I was about to have a sixty-nine with a fourteen-year-old beauty doubled my pleasure.
I slipped my tongue out of her ass-hole and began inching it toward her hot pussy. She gasped the closer I got to her juicy mound. I could smell the animal scents of her cunt and that drove me even crazier. I was all animal and so was she. And like all animals in heat, we threw off scents of our passion. If wildness had a smell, it was the smell of Dena's cunt-juices, something like fermenting wine with a touch of spice.
Her breathing was reaching a heavy level, and I knew she was holding back coming by the way she kept twisting her ass and tensing the muscles of her thighs as my face got closer to her pussy.
"Eat out my box," she screamed. "Oh, yeah, honey I want you to eat me so bad! You've got to bring me off, lover! I want to orgasm all over your face, daddy! I want to see your face wet with my pussy juice. Oh, darling! Suck me to a climax! I want you to suck and tongue till I shoot off! I wish I could squirt gizm in your hot mouth the way I want you to do in mine! You'll just have to be satisfied drinking the juice out of my snatch! They're like oozing honey, aren't they, sweetheart? Yeah that's it, baby! There! That's the magic button! Oh, what a cunt-licker you are! I wouldn't mind dying with your gorgeous face stuck in my snatch! Lick, you cocksucker! Lick and suck! Suck and lick!"
She lay back and surrendered herself to my hot, systematic ass licks. Then, no doubt in a spirit of reciprocation, she started working her tongue along the shaft of my pulsating member, lashing at the tiny red tip of my dome when she worked her way there. What a tongue! what a cunt!
Then she swallowed the whole length of my cock into her mouth and throat and I'm a good seven inches! Linda Lovelace had nothing on my darling little Dena! She could suck cock with the best of them. It felt like having my prick in the neck of a wet vacuum cleaner.
And while she worked my cock in and out of her mouth, with an occasional slide into her throat, I scarfed, as the kids say, her box. It was like hot pudding or warm whip cream. For me, and I think, for her it was the sixty-nine of the century long, totally abandoned, sopping wet. I knew that the juices were beginning to overflow for both of us, and that the experience would be registered in our memories for all time.
As my tongue kept on maneuvering in and out of her pussy with an occasional side-trip back to her ass-hole, which was almost as juicy by now as was her cunt I clutched at her thighs. That elicited a fresh round of spasms throughout her body, and a thrust of her pelvis into my face that threatened to envelop my whole head.
As her body twisted and turned under the vampire-like sucks of my mouth on her cunt, she moaned and pulled her nipples, gobbling my prick deep into her young throat, oh so velvety, wet and slimy! The quicker that I moved towards orgasm, the faster in turn that I wolfed away at her drippy snatch. I kept on driving my tongue feverishly into her sopping wet mound, bringing her also closer and closer to the moment of biological truth that is a climax.
At long last her juices started to spurt out of her pussy. I swallowed each creamy drop as if it was some precious fluid from a queen or a goddess, which, for me, at that moment Dena was. I was determined to capture every solitary drop that emerged from her soupy cunt. I wanted to eat her pussy load as eagerly as I expected her to swallow every drop of my come. This was a mutual suck job, wasn't it? I was never one to just be concerned about getting my nuts off and leaving the other person climbing the walls. Besides, I wanted to make certain that I satisfied Dena so completely, that whenever she was hot, wherever she was shoving a vibrator up her cunt, using her fingers, washing her snatch with soap and water, or lying in bed and just caressing her flat, hard belly wherever she was wanted her to think of me when she got hot. That meant leaving her so totally satisfied that there'd be no room for thoughts of any other man or lez when she turned on.
At any rate, I continued to lap up her juices while pressing my face as deep into her cunt as I could. And as I relentlessly sucked her to a technicolor climax, I got ready to unleash my own hot juices into her mouth which was ready, I knew, because she was drawing on the end of my cock as if her life depended on sucking out every drop of come from my balls.
I removed my face and tongue from her cunt just long enough to praise her for the way she sucked cock and to give her some instructions. And even though I knew she was finished coming, she kept lashing her tongue away at my cock with a fever that made it quite plain that this incredible artist of the mouth a veritable prodigy of prick and ass licking could probably fuck and suck until she expired from exhaustion. I'd been looking for a girl to match my insatiability for years. Who would have thought I'd meet my match, not in the form of a hooker or forty-year-old woman who had been t fucking all of her life, but in the form of a girl who had only left her childhood a few years previously!
"Oh, Dena, my doll-baby! How I loved eating you to a climax. You've got the tastiest, hottest cunt I've ever gone down on and I've eaten more snatch than I can remember."
"And your tongue is better than Rover's, my love a dog I once had and whom I'd let eat me out just after I started having periods."
Although the image of a dog inserting his necessarily longer tongue than mind made me jealous, I must confess that it also increased my passion in some perverse way. Nevertheless I was too fucking ready to shoot a load in her mouth to let the pros and cons of bestiality divert my attention from the main goal filling her young mouth with a discharge of come that would spill out over her face and hopefully drip down to her tits, from which I would lick my own come.
"Dena, my pet, you're only seconds away from getting a mouthful. Please don't stop now. If you won't take offence, I might suggest that you alternate gobbling my joint with an occasional lick and suck of my balls. I love to have each one taken into your mouth separately, and then feel you plunge my rod back into your mouth. And don't stop using your tongue wherever it happens to be. If you want to reinsert it back into my hot ass between sucks, I won't object one iota. I other words, you gorgeous woman-girl cocksucker fucker you I want all of me eaten balls, prick, ass! That's it, lover! Run your fingers over my butt while you're blowing me. Keep driving your tongue. Hang onto the cheeks of my ass, darling. Really clamp onto them, sweetheart. Oh, this is so good, baby. Yes, oh, it isn't going to be long before I spill hot juice into your mouth, cunt! That's it wiggle your tongue on the end of my dick! Gobble it! Let the spit slide along the length of my shaft! What a dirty sweet-loving cocksucker you are, Dena! Oh, I'm getting ready to shoot into your face, cunt! Don't stop now or I'll smash you! Just keep on eating and sucking and tonguing and fingering! Now eat my ass some more! Right! Now back to my balls! Right! Now blow a little air on my steaming balls! That feels so good!"
And just as I felt the gathering come in my balls getting ready to rush into the seminal tube and race along the full length of my cock and into her mouth
Dena yanking my burning prick out of her mouth to prolong my not coming.
Fourteen, but she was a past mistress at the artful tease and building sexual tension, so that when she did finally consent to eat a load out of my cock I'd come with a forcefulness that would blow out my guts.
"I want to work on your prick just a while longer, baby."
"Do what you want, Dena, my love. But I don't know how much longer I can keep from coming!"
"Don't try, sweetheart! If the cream starts to go
let it. I won't let any of it escape my mouth, Tarn, believe me! I'm hot to taste and swallow it
and rub some of it all over my face."
She went back to sucking my long dick, transferring her fingers from the cheeks of my ass to my balls. She cupped them in one hand as they were precious jewels. She proceeded to tickle my swelling testicles with her tongue, while she used one hand to stroke my cock. It felt so go having my balls massaged with her clever little tongue that I nearly came again, but I got hold myself and held the cream in check. It felt so go being sucked off by her that I really do wish could have been able to just have her eat me f hours. But I knew this incredible suck was comin to its magnificent and, hopefully thunderous end.
"Come on, Dena, go back to eating my die I'm dying to shoot cream into your mouth. That' it, baby! The juices inside my balls are really beginning to stir now! You're going to get a mouthful you'll never forget! And when I do come drink it all in, will you, lover? Drink every creamy drop into your hot young mouth!"
A few thrusting tongue stabs and sucks later, I knew I was about to peak out. There was just no way that I could withhold my juices any longer. I began to pump in and out of her mouth as if my cock were going in and out of pussy. Miracle of miracles, regardless of how furiously I pumped away, regardless how deeply I went into her throat, she took it all. Nothing was too much for her. She loved cock. My cock, anyway.
My juices began to gush into her mouth, she gulping every bit of it, holding onto the cheeks of my hot ass with all of her strength. My whole body rocked and convulsed atop of her, as my bursting prick released fiery white semen into her mouth. I could feel it splashing against her throat, shooting too on her lips and face. Dena's gorgeous young face was covered with white cream as I continued to discharge load after load. It was the come of my lifetime.
"Swallow it," I gasped. "Oh, darling, I'm giving you my all! Keep going, cunt! Suck! Swallow! Lick! Let my come become one with you! Please eat every drop of me! That's my essence! Sweet lips! Cunt-face! Delicious Dena! More, pussy-mouth! Oh, how sweet it is to have my juices run all over your face!"
While she fervently gulped down my cock juices, I watched her ever so lovingly. A few spurts of the liquid spilled out the sides of her mouth, but on the whole she was able to hang on to the load. She kept on gulping, swallowing the penis liquid as I lay there, my body trembling, enjoying the incredible sensations that were shooting through my whole being. I felt like one gigantic cock, lodged in the heart of some kind of universal pussy. I reached out with both hands, running my fingers through her sweaty hair, and all the while she continued to eat my dick. She swallowed the last few drops of hot come from my rod, then looked at me and winked.
"I guess I stack up as a pretty good cocksucker, don't I?" '
She deserved a compliment.
"You're in a class by yourself. You're just great, my darling. Nobody eats a better cock than you do. Those lips were born to be wrapped around prick. And that tongue of yours was designed to dart into ass-holes and fly up and down a big juicy cock like mine."
"Thank you, sweetheart. I'm glad to hear something like that from an expert like you. I know you've been sucked off by the best. It's a privilege for a young cunt like me to get a crack at an old stud like you. And incidentally, Tarn, you beautiful fucker you eat pussy like I've never had it eaten before. Your tongue is pure heaven inside my box. And when you use it to part my wet petals and lap the inside of my honey-box as far up as you can or when you insert it into my rosebud ass-hole you give me thrills from my toes to my head. In short you give the best head in town."
In gratitude for her generous praise, I reached out with both hands and slapped her buttocks. It made me feel good to touch her hot ass cheeks once more. As she lay there and looked at me, I knew that I'd have to get off my gun at least one more time. This gorgeous young lady had turned me on in such a manner that I couldn't get enough of her. I just wanted to eat and fuck her forever. She was literally restoring my youth. Indeed, the Fountain of Youth was between her legs, and I intended to avail myself of it until I was completely sated. When a girl is as sexy as Dena and I'm that horny, then there's nothing left to do but surrender to my passions. If I felt as if I had to fuck her or die. And now that I had fucked her once, it would be that much simpler to get her to perform more exotic things than conventional sucking and fucking. That's precisely what I had in mind.
But she was already way ahead of me.
"You know, Tarn, baby, I've got a groovy ass-hole," she said.
"I ought to know. Didn't I have my tongue rammed up it only minutes ago?"
"You're one of several men who have sucked it," she threw her head back and laughed.
"Who could fuck you without yielding to the temptation to eat out your ass?"
"What a lovely thing to say to a girl."
"It's nevertheless true, my love."
"But about my ass-hole."
"What about it? I said it was terrific. What more can I say?"
"I wasn't thinking of your really saying anything," she laughed. "I was thinking of more or less you doing something."
I knew she wanted some action in her ass-hole and fewer words, but I pretended I didn't understand. I, too, like games.
"What precisely did you have in mind, my love?"
She blushed and became somewhat shy. I suddenly realized that in spite of her seeming sophistication and experience, she was, after all, only fourteen talking openly about her desires had to be a relatively new experience because of her youth.
"Tell me exactly what you want, Dena. Nothing that two people do in bed is dirty or perverse so long as both of them desire it."
"Would you think I was a bad girl if I asked you to hump me in the ass?"
This sudden transformation into girlish innocence I found irresistible.
"You silly little girl. You're blushing! Don't you know that millions of people fuck each other up the ass, with cocks, fingers, tongues, dildoes, vibrators
whatever is within reach. Ass-fucking is perfectly normal. And as for fucking you in the ass
do you have any idea how much of an honor and joy it is to know that you want a man my age to screw your charming little ass-hole?"
When she saw I approved of her desire to be fucked up the ass, she redonned her front of sophistication and now behaved as if anal sex were the most common thing in her life.
"Well, I'm glad you go for it. Because I love ass-screwing. All I want you to do first is lubricate my ass-hole. You can dip your finger in my cunt and use my own cunt juice to make my ass-hole slippery or spit, or Vaseline."
"I'll do anything you want, Dena. And if you're ready to get cock shoved up your young hole, I'm ready, too."
"That's the spirit, Tarn, my love," she chuckled. "Now, how about less conversation and more action? I can't wait to have you stab my hot ass with your long, fat peter. But go into some ass-playing first. I want you to play with my ass cheeks, really get rough with them, then finger-fuck my ass-hole. You know a lot of sex is build up. You've got to get yourself into the right mood."
Dena was once again exhibiting her sexual precociousness.
"I thought you were in the right mood for ass-hole fucking already," I asked, a little confused by her remarks. Did she want me to fuck her ass right off or wait a while? I wasn't quite sure. In either case, I'd do anything to humor her. I would do nothing to risk losing her.
"Oh, no, don't get me wrong, darling! I am in the mood. It's just that I'm going to feel even more excited after you've fooled around with my ass-hole for a bit. First caress my butt. Come on, lover, get real fresh with my ass. Pinch the cheeks a little. I'd love it."
Obviously my little Dena has a slightly masochistic streak in her.
"They're fresh ass cheeks to start with," I grinned.
"True. And you'll soon see just how fresh they are when you plunge your fingers into my crack. Come on, honey, really finger my ass crack. Really clutch my butt."
I did precisely that. She heaved with pleasure.
"I hope you're as wild about fucking my ass-hole as you were about sucking my twat and getting your big juicy twang sucked off."
"Believe me, darling, I'm about as wild as a man can get," I told her bluntly. "You just lie back and enjoy yourself, sweetheart. I'm going to do an ass job on you that you'll never forget."
"Go to it, baby."
I reached out with both hands, allowing my fingers to clutch sharply against her hot buttocks. As I swept my fingers over her ass, her body began to gyrate, squirm and spasm, her pink tongue flicking in and out of her cunty mouth.
"That's groovy," she exclaimed. "Your fingers are positively wild, darling! Oh, run them over my butt and around and deep into the crack of my ass! My ass loves your fingers! You can even pinch and scratch the cheeks of my ass if you want to, lover! I can tell you love to play with ass!"
As my fingers probed the crack of her ass she began to growl like some young she-animal. I really had a hot young piece on my hands. My fingers were turning white from the pressure that I was exerting on the cheeks of her ass. The sharper and more intensely that I dug and ground them into her ass, the more turned on she became. More and more clear it became to me that Dena liked a little pain mixed in with her sex. Which was fine for me because I, too, relished giving and receiving various degrees of pain in making love.
"Come on and fuck me," she urged. "Oh, move your fingers, baby. That's it, sweetheart fuck my ass with your fingers. Keep plunging your hot finger into my ass. It feels like a small cock inside my butt hole. That's it, lover! Screw it in and wiggle it around inside my ass. What an ass fucker you are, Tarn!"
At that point I felt the time had come to manipulate her ass really fiercely, so that it would be beautifully hot and greasy, ready for a slide of my big prick into her ass. I really dug my finger into her ass now.
"That's it, baby! Fuck ass," she yelled at the top of her voice, and for the second time that afternoon I gave praise that there was no one home to hear her animal cries of ecstasy.
"Drive your finger deep into my ass-hole. Come on, love, dig, probe, wiggle, twist, shoot and stab your finger in and out of my ass."
As I accommodated her, stroking my prick while I did so, her hips shook and trembled. She was insane with pleasure. And the more her hips twisted, rose and fell and the more her hips ground, the hotter I became. She knew just how to propel me into ever greater states of excitement.
"Oh, yeah, my love," she sighed. "Don't stop using your finger until I command you to. And every once in awhile, I want you to pinch my ass or pull a little on my pubic hair while you're screwing me this way! Oh, how I love the way you keep shoving your finger up my ass-hole!"
I was having trouble once more holding back my cream. I thought I had emptied my balls the last time I shot a load into her pussy. But the excitement of stabbing her ass-hole with my finger, plus all the cries of ecstasy and obscene movements she was making, had gotten the sperm factory in my balls to produce another load of come, and it had to splash out of the head of my dick soon or I'd explode. What I really was intent on doing was to persuade her to let me jam my cock up her ass so I could come inside her there. The mere thought of shooting a stream of steaming gizm into her ass-hole nearly got my nuts off.
"I've got to fuck you with my prick right now, lover. There's no more room for waiting. My cock is swollen with come dying to discharge into that tight canal of yours."
"I figured you must be about ready, big-dick-daddy. Why don't you go into the bathroom and get yourself some Vaseline. I want your prick to slip into my ass real easy and sloppy. Then you can fuck my ass as long and as hard as you want. I'll even let you squirt into my ass if you want, darling. Does that sound good to you?"
"When I'm this hungry, baby, you'd better believe it does."
I got up quickly from the bed, reaching out and slapping her hard on the ass a couple of times as I left the bedroom for the bathroom.
"While you're gone, I'll play with my pussy. But, for chrissake, hurry up and get the Vaseline. I'm itching to get your big prick shoved up my ass!"
In the bathroom, I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. I returned to the bedroom with it and began smearing a handful all over my cock. Dena watched me grease up my rod, smacking her lips and running her tongue over them. Then I scooped a big wad of Vaseline on my finger and began packing it up her ass-hole.
"Ah, that feels sensational, lover! Yes, baby. Work the Vaseline all the way up there. Oooohhh! I think I could get off just with a Vaseline and finger job, but I want your throbbing prick up there when I come. Yes, my darling daddy-lover I think I'm all set to receive your cock stabs up my ass. Are you ready to ass fuck me, sweetheart? Because if you are, I am. You haven't seen anything until you've seen my ass twist and churn and spin and hump while I've got a prick jammed up my ass!"
"I wouldn't be surprised by anything you do, my darling baby-doll."
"But before you start screwing me up the ass, how about sucking my tits a while?"
"Of course. Any particular way you want me to suck your tits? Hard? Soft? Fast?"
"How about alternating hard and soft and fast and slow? I like different tempos and pressures when my tits are being sucked. I dig having the nipples being nibbled with your teeth, too."
"Okay, lover. Here I go."
I took one of her gorgeous tits into my mouth and sucked hard on it. She literally writhed with pleasure.
"Do it, baby! I want to feel your hot tongue on my tit! That's it. Chew on the nipple while you hold the mound of my tit in your hand, squeezing it."
I moved my tongue back into action, lashing the nipple fiercely. As I worked on her nipple, she arched her body back, digging every pull of my mouth, flipping her hips with wild, passionate ecstasy.
"That's wild, lover," she exclaimed. "I really dig that, sweetheart. Oh, go ahead and move your tongue to the other breast. I want them both eaten and pulled."
I did as I was requested to do, eating her left tit now with all my might and appetite. While I ate her tits I slowly jerked on my cock. My balls felt loaded with hot come. I knew the time had arrived to release my prick from my hand, otherwise I'd shoot off before even getting into her ass.
"The time has come to screw your ass, lover."
"Do you want me to turn over on my stomach?"
"Yes, Dena. Get on your stomach. I want to see that young ass of yours staring me in the face, with the cheeks of your ass wide open, your hot ass-hole waiting for hot cock and come!"
She threw herself over on her stomach, spreading her legs ever so slightly, showing me her ripe, full ass cheeks. I looked at her inviting ass-hole. My prick was supercharged with energy, and I could hardly wait to sink it inside her plump rump.
"Screw my butt, lover! Ride my ass like you've never ridden an ass before! Pump your prick into it! Jam that fat meat of yours as far as it will go! Oooooh! I really love the way you fuck! Please don't stop! Pound your rod into me till I go crazy and juice all over the place!"
My cock had slipped snugly into her anus. The Vaseline facilitated entry greatly. As my fingers clutched her ass cheeks firmly, I drove my prick forward and backward, corkscrew fashion. She begged me to fuck her harder, showing her no mercy. With steaming passion I pushed my hot flaming prick deep into her, thrusting it high and hard into the canal of her ass. I could feel my prick pressing up against her vaginal wall.
"Keep on screwing," she exclaimed. "Don't stop ass fucking, lover!"
I drove it in frenziedly, pushing my prick ever deeper into her anus, pumping and driving as I moved myself ever closer to the point of climax.
"Fuck my ass!" she ordered, her voice husky with passion. "Oh, come on and drive your cock, baby! Do it to me good! Work in your prick as far as it can go! What an ass-hole fucker you are! Screw it, daddy! Screw it until you juice inside my ass! That's what I want, baby hot come splashing inside my ass, dripping out all over your balls. I might have you eat the come out of my ass, too! Meanwhile, fuck, screw, ram, pump, thrust, jab, stab, drive, push FUCK MY ASS!"
I kept savagely pumping my cock ever deeper into her rectum. As my hot, stimulating thrust continued, I recognized how closely I was moving to the point of climax. I kept probing and pumping, pushing my hot stick deeper, doing everything that I could to please her. I ground my teeth, exercising even greater passion as the movements continued. I pumped hard, driving myself ever nearer the moment of a wild explosion.
"Fuck me," she yelled out again. "Oh, I know you're getting close to juicing in me, my love, and I can hardly wait! It'll feel so good when you do come in me. What do you think of my hot ass? Do you like it?"
"I think it's the greatest," I sighed. "Yeah, what an ass you've got! I want to fuck it, suck it fall asleep with my face buried in it."
With brilliant, surging passion I kept my burning dick pumping for everything I was worth.
As her hips kept swinging, twisting back and forth quickly and sharply, my cock kept grinding. Steadily I kept things going, my heart palpitating quickly as I moved much closer, driving my prick ever more zealously into her ass-hole as I reached the final few thrusts of the act.
"Oh, keep your pecker inside my ass-hole," she moaned. "Oh, darling, you really know how to grind a cock into a girl's crack, don't you! I hope I'm doing a good job twisting my ass cheeks for you."
"You're doing an incredible job, my love." And I meant it. I was gasping. My prick was on fire. Her sweet, tight ass was terrific. I'd never screwed an ass like her before. "I love it, sweetie."
A few burning stabs later, the first few droplets of my hot white orgasmic liquid began to rush out of my prick.
I watched as her ass cheeks flexed some more and her butt twisted. She heaved a sigh, recognizing that the great moment had been reached. My hot juices were exploding out of the end of my stick and into her ass-hole.
"Oh, keep it juicing," she exclaimed. "That's it send the hot stuff spurting out of your beautiful prick, baby. Yeah, oh, this is really great. Groovy! Shoot that slimy white hot stuff far into my ass! I want to feel it! Let it all come out, darling! Oh, the cream is exploding on the walls of my ass! What a sensation! Are you a fucker! I wish I could keep that big prick of yours stuffed up my ass forever! I want to die with your ass inside of me! Your come is so thick, so creamy, so hot and sticky! What a load you're leaving inside my ass! Come on, honey, oh, keep it pouring into me!"
A few seconds later, I unloaded the last few droplets of my hot, creamy sperm from the end of my spear into her sucking ass-hole (it felt like her mouth drawing on my pecker). As I turned my cock loose from her anus, she looked at me and winked fondly.
"And you thought that you were too old for me," she laughed. "Shame on you, baby. This was the best fuck and suck off I've ever had. You can teach those young dudes a thing or two, let me tell you."
"I bet you tell that to all the hot super studs you jump under the sheets with," I chuckled, proud that a young wanton like her could have derived so much pleasure from a man old enough to be her father even a young grandfather.
"Tarn, I mean it. You were something else. No young cock can compare with an experienced dick like yours. I guess that's why I prefer balling older men. I know up front they know what to do with a hot twat. Old guys don't get shocked, either, when you ask them to do things a little beyond the ordinary like sucking cunt, ramming cock up my ass or pissing on my face if that turns me on."
I was full of gratitude myself for this young fuck-artist. She had put twenty years on my life, carrying me to peaks of pleasure that I didn't realize existed before.
"Does your enthusiasm for what we've just done mean that I can have a return engagement with you, my love?"
"You better believe it. My ass, cunt, mouth, tongue and hands are available to you any time you want them. In fact, if you don't fuck me again," at this point she got a mischievous glint in her hot sexy eyes and smiled, "If you don't do everything you've done to me over again, not once again but whenever I start thinking of your beautiful hot cock, I'll tell my daddy that you raped me."
A cold shudder went through me until I saw that she was only kidding.
"Threats and warnings aren't necessary, my love. I'm yours for as long as you want me."
Dena made me fuck her once again before we parted that day, and we met half a dozen times thereafter. Then my world fell apart. Dena's dad, my old friend, decided to move to Europe for good taking Dena with him. What he didn't realize is that he was also taking my heart. Because I had fallen in love with Dena. Yes, I'm not afraid to admit it, a man my age falling in love with a fourteen-year old girl. Does that mean that I unconsciously always wanted a daughter and Dena unconsciously fulfilled that desire for me? That I'm immature? That I'm merely another dirty old man from the swelling ranks of millions of dirty old men?
Who knows the answer to the above questions. Getting the answers is one of the reasons I agreed to volunteer my affair with Dena to this survey. But whether I get answers or not, one thing is sure. I miss Dena and that young, tight snug, delicious cunt of hers not to mention her ass and mouth-watering tits has spoiled me forever with older females. All I can think of is how and when I'm going to seduce my next young girl.
CHAPTER FIVE
In pursuing our survey of how older men seduce younger girls, and the circumstances that conspire to bring such a seduction about, we find, that sometimes it is difficult to be certain whether the teenage girl was in actuality seduced by an older man, or if he was merely engineered by a young girl to seduce her.
Take, for example, the case of Nicole and her own transcription of how she wound up having sex with older men.
She was sixteen at the time of the interview. She was a dark-haired beauty with flashing dark eyes and extraordinarily large breasts for a girl her age. She was proud of the fact that she was able to excite older men. "I juice in my pants when I see that an older man's cock is getting hard looking at me," is the way she put it.
"I was six when I realized I could make an older man's dick hard. I was living in Georgia then. My Uncle George was visiting us and sometimes he'd babysit me when my folks went out. I liked to sit in his lap. I guess I was pretty restless because I kept squirming my little butt around a lot to make myself comfortable. After a few of these times I began to notice certain things. like whenever I did it, my Uncle Bill would start breathing hard, and he'd get a bulge in his lap and start staring at my legs. I didn't know what to make of it. The bigger the bulge got, the more uncomfortable it was sitting on it, and the more I wiggled around, which in turn made the bulge get bigger.
"I asked a friend of mine who was ten years old about it and she laughed. I'd never seen a boy naked before, so she took me in to see her brother who was only one year old. She pulled off his pants and his diaper and showed me his little thing. I didn't know it was called a cock just then, of course, but she said that my Uncle Bill had one of those in his pants, only much larger, and when I rubbed my ass she didn't use that word either, by the way against it, it got hard. The reason she know was because she sat on the laps of her male relations and it always happened. She said she sometimes made a game of it, to see how fast she could make it come up and see how hard it could get without them realizing what was happening, naturally.
"So I was curious. More than that, I was fascinated. I didn't doubt her for a minute. It seemed reasonable that Uncle Bill would have one of those things that the girl's brother had, only larger, and what else could it be growing in there? I could hardly wait for Uncle Bill to come over again for a visit, so I could sit in his lap. When he did, I kept climbing on board, but he kept shoving me off, and finally I guessed it was because my mother and father were there. I was pleased when my folks asked Uncle Bill if he could stick around while they went shopping. Uncle Bill said he'd be glad to. They were hardly out the door before I was up on Uncle Bill's lap. This time he didn't push me away. We sat there watching television, and I felt the lump of his cock under my ass, but it wasn't very big just then. I resolved to make it bigger if I could.
"I began wiggling around, and it wasn't long before I felt something prodding me from below. He was having a hard time concentrating on the television show, and I knew he was thinking of something else. I thought for a minute there he was going to shove me off his lap again, but he just murmured and kept me there. Once I even reached down under me, like I was going to smooth out my skirt, and my hand passed right over the bulge. It was funny. When my hand touched him there, he groaned and gritted his teeth.
"I noticed something else then. I'd been wiggling around so much, my skirt was up around my waist almost, and I was sitting in one of those positions my mother kept warning me wasn't very lady-like with my legs wide open. And Uncle
Bill was staring right up between my legs at the crotch of my panties!
"My first thought was to put my legs together, but then I started thinking. Uncle Bill wouldn't've stared at my crotch like that if my folks were around, just as he wouldn't've kept me on his lap with his cock getting hard. I wondered if maybe the two things were somehow related. How's that for being precocious?
"Anyway, I was having the time of my life with this new game. I kept wiggling around, while the bulge under me was pressing up against my ass like a big thick finger and Uncle Bill's face was getting redder and redder. Up to a point he'd tried to pretend he was watching TV, but after that point he just stared up my legs. Then he began moving his lap up toward me and sort of rotating his hips around. Suddenly, his hands gripped my arms and he muttered something under his breath and I felt the bulge lurch.
"Then he pushed me away from him and stood up, his face really red this time. He said he had to go to the bathroom, and he did in a hurry. I didn't know it then, but he'd come in his pants, and he'd had to rush in there to mop up the juice before it soaked through his underwear and stained the front of his pants. I asked my girlfriend about it the next day, and she told me what had happened. I thought that was even funnier than the bulge just getting hard.
"Every chance I had I'd sit in his lap after that to see if I could make him come. One time I was in my nightie, with no panties on at all, and I gave him a good close-up view of my cute little hairless pussy. He came in record time that session. A couple of times I put my head in his lap on the couch, and put my hands under my cheek, so the back of my fingers could rub against the bulge. That trick worked pretty well, too.
"Unfortunately, one time my father came into the room while I was sitting in Uncle Bill's lap and wiggling around. Uncle Bill had his hand on my lap, up under my dress, on my leg, and he had this twisted look on his face, and he was moaning and raising his hips up against me. Then he came, so hard and fast he almost fell off the couch with me.
"My father said something, and Uncle Bill stood up suddenly, then looked down to where my father was staring at the wetness around the bulge in Uncle Bill's pants. The two of them got into a big fight over it, and my father told my uncle not to come around any more, that he'd kill anybody who was fooling around with his little girl.
"I had the definite feeling my father didn't approve of what I was doing. It was a shame, too, because I really enjoyed it."
The enjoyment, however, even after the girl had reached puberty was not sexual in nature. It was the enjoyment of a challenge, a game which took some skill on her part. During the next several years, her opportunities to practice it were few and far between, depending for the most part upon visits by male relatives. When she began dating at fourteen, her horizon increased.
"The boys wanted to kiss you mostly," she said. "Most of them were too shy to feel your breasts or try to get up under your skirt, at least the ones I went out with were like that. What they did like to do though was rub up against me, press their cocks up tight against me and move around. I let them do that, and sometimes I rubbed back. Sometimes in a movie show, we'd hold hands, and I'd make sure our hands were resting in the fellow's lap, so my knuckles could press down on the bulge in his pants, and I could move the fingers ever so slightly against him, so his cock would start to get stiff. I enjoyed making them come in their pants, but then I tried something else. I'd try to see how many times I could get them up in a row. like I'd work a guy's cock up, then I'd back off and do something else to give it a chance to go down. Then I'd work it up again, then back off.
"It was funny to see the guy's face after awhile. Boy would they get frustrated!"
As she grew older and more experienced, Nicole's sadism took a more serious turn.
"There was this skinny Negro who worked as janitor in the high school," she said. "He was about my father's age, I guess, and black as coal. Being in the South, I'd always heard about what big cocks Negroes had and how they were always trying to fuck white girls. Well, this one knew his place, and hardly ever looked at any of us girls. I thought wouldn't it be fun if I could get his big black cock stiff? But how, that was the question. I tried to talk to him a couple of times, but he just answered me politely and turned away.
"Then this one time I saw him going into the utilities closet where they kept the brooms and mops and pails and stuff. I was fifteen and a brazen little hussy by that time, and I marched right in behind him and closed the door. It was a small place hardly enough room for the two of us and all that junk, lit by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. He looked around at me, and he got this scared look on his face. He tried to get past me, but I stood in his way. He told me asked me, actually to get out of the way, but I shook my head. He tried to get past me again, but I said if he did, I'd yell for help and claim that he tried to rape me. That stopped him. He asked me what I wanted, and I held my breath and reached out and grabbed his cock right through the front of his pants.
"I remember he moaned and closed his eyes. I asked him if he'd like to fuck me, and he hesitated and said no. But he was lying, I could tell that. He'd like nothing better than to take out his big black cock and shove it up my little white pussy. His cock was getting harder all right. I stood close to him and began rubbing it hard and fast. I told him to come on and put his hands inside my blouse and feel my breasts, but he just stood there with his clenched fists, shuddering.
"He made a determined move to get past me, and in desperation I reached down and unzipped his fly and dragged his cock out. I wrestled with him, and in the struggle my blouse was torn on a nail. Somehow he made it past me and threw open the door just as two of my teachers were going past. The teachers both stopped and stared at the closet, with the Negro standing dumbfounded in the doorway, with his half-stiff black cock hanging out of his pants, and me with my blouse town.
"So what could I do? I sure as hell couldn't say I'd gone into the closet to play with the Negro's cock, could I? I told everybody he'd dragged me into the closet and tried to rape me!"
Fortunately for the unfortunate Negro janitor, the girl's father did not press charges. Nicole convinced the man that it would be shameful for her to appear in court amid all the publicity, and her father's anger subsided sufficiently to enable him to act rationally. Nevertheless, the Negro lost his job at the school, thanks to the sadistic experimentation of a fifteen year old girl on a hapless male.
Shortly thereafter, the girl's father accepted a job offer in a Northern state, and he moved his family there. Nicole continued her dating activities. With boys she found an especial fondness for, he tried experiencing the delights of petting, both above and below the navel. However, the delights were for the most part the boys and not hers. The only pleasure she achieved appeared to be in frustrating them.
She became a hitch-hiker quite by accident, when on a date her boy friend tried to force the issue and failing to do so, pushed her out of the car and told her she could walk home. Instead, she walked down to the street, and when a car driven by a middle-aged man stopped to ask if she wanted a lift, she accepted and got in the front seat with him. She noticed how he kept staring at her youthful breasts in the tight blouse and her legs visible under the short skirt. She didn't do anything during that initial ride, but her mind was busy with many thoughts of new and exciting ways to play the sexual game.
She worked her way into it gradually, hitching rides from the street, letting boys and men give her rides home from the roller skating rink, and so forth. She discovered by trial and error that the rides were much too short and the drivers much too agreeable to waste on preliminary moves. After awhile, her hand automatically darted to their legs, rubbing the insides of the man's thigh, then seizing his crotch. Once in a while, a man was shocked and indignant, but the overwhelming majority of male drivers not only did not mind but encouraged her intimacy.
"They all wanted to fuck me," she recalled with pride in her voice, "or they wanted me to suck their cocks for them. Some of them wanted to suck my pussy. I'd get the guy all worked up and promise to meet him later that day or the next day maybe. It was funny. He was generally so hot and bothered he couldn't sit still. With one fellow I even went to a motel with him. He had such a stiff cock he could hardly walk into the manager's office. I waited until he'd paid the money for a room, then I drove off with his car and left him standing there.
"The older guys especially, the ones who look like doctors and engineers, they're afraid to do anything because I'm under-age. But after I've been rubbing their cocks for a while, they're willing to take the chance. Sometimes we go and park someplace and do some imagine necking. When the fellow's about to toss me into the back seat and pull down my panties, I threaten to yell rape and put him behind bars for the next twenty years. Boy, you should see the way their attitude changes then. I'm not going to do it, of course, but they don't know that. They really sweat, and I enjoy every minute of it. They want to go back to doing what we did before, but I won't even do that. So what if they've got cramps, that's not my problem is it?"
Nicole's problem is quite evident. She is a tease in the truest sense and of the worst sort. She has no intention of seeking psychological help, for she refuses to believe her having fun of this kind is not normal. Undoubtedly there are some grim pathological factors in her childhood which can only be brought out by extended therapy. Meanwhile, she roams the streets and other public places looking for new victims upon which to ply her sadistic sexual hobby.
It is an unfortunate motorist who picks her up, for his sexual daydreams may well become nightmares.
The next case history deals with a young girl who became a prostitute because of an early seduction by her own father. Behind her motivation for entering into prostitution was an unconscious quest to repeat the primal incestuous experience with her father. In other words, she symbolically acted out sleeping with her own father every time she made love to an older man, whether he seduced her or she sold herself to him.
We'll let Leah tell her own version of how she was first seduced by an older man.
"I like to fuck," seventeen-year-old Leah said. "But why give it away when there are so many older dudes willing to pay for a crack at my pussy?
"Let me tell you how I got started. My dad used to work nights in a factory. Mom loved that because that gave her time to pick up some guy at a bar while he was working. She'd fuck the pick-up right in the same bed where she slept with dad. I used to hear them talking in bed mom and her guy, that is and believe me did I get an education. The guy would talk about eating mom's hot pussy and about how good she gave him head. Even though I was only a little girl, that dirty talk would get me hot and I'd finger my little clitoris.
"She did this when I was about eight or nine, I guess, and I didn't really know what sex was all about. Once I thought the man was hurting her because she was moaning and groaning so much, and I went bursting into her bedroom and switched on the lights. The guy was on top of her, with his cock stuck into her pussy. Both of them were naked, of course. He was so busy fucking her neither of them noticed at first the lights had come on suddenly. Then Mom, without moving away from him, gave me hell and told me to go to bed and stay there and not to say anything about this to my father or she'd blister my ass so I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. From the look on her face, I could tell she meant it, so I turned off the lights again and hurried back to my own bed.
"I didn't go to sleep right away, and I could hear them going at it once more. The bed was squeaking, mom was moaning, and the guy was huffing and puffing and grunting. I was curious and wanted to watch what they were doing, but I was too scared to get up and go peek, so I just stayed where I was and tried to imagine what they were doing. After awhile, the guy grunted and the bed stopped moving. I could hear them both get up off the bed and start dressing. They talked some more and laughed and the man called mom the best five dollar fuck he'd ever had in his life. I guess that pleased Mom, because she laughed too.
"When the man left, she came to the door of my room and peeked in and I pretended I was asleep. Then she tiptoed away and went back to bed. But for a long time afterward, I was awake, thinking about what I'd seen. The next morning, I asked some of the girls about it, but most of them were too shy to tell my anything. There was this older girl I knew, around twelve who was starting to get breasts and her periods and hair on her pussy, who bragged she'd gotten out of bed to watch her mom and pop go at it. She told me about fucking and how a man got a stiff cock and put it up between a woman's legs into her pussy. She said it looked like they were having a lot of fun that way, and she could hardly wait to try it herself when she was older.
"Well, I knew that boys and girls were built differently. I'd seen boys going to the bathroom behind bushes, holding their little cocks in their hands to direct the stream onto the ground. I'd also peeked in at my pop while he was peeing in the toilet sometimes with the door slightly ajar. But I was just curious about it, and J never thought about them or him using it for anything except peeing. Now, I started being even more curious. I remembered my pop's cock as being limp, and I wondered how it got stiff like the guy who'd fucked my mother.
"Most times when Mom was fucking pop or one of the guys who picked her up, they'd leave the lights out, but once in a while she was with some guy who wanted them left on so he could see her naked. One of those nights I just couldn't resist sneaking out of bed and down the hallway to look around the corner at them. I got there just as mom was stretched out naked on the bed and the guy was pulling down his shorts. His cock was limp, just hanging there, as he crawled on the bed with her. Then he started kissing her on the mouth and squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pussy with his hand. At the same time, Mom was moving both her hands over his cock, rubbing and pulling it and right before my amazed eyes, the guy's cock got stiff and stood up on end.
"The guy seemed to be getting very excited. He kept saying, 'C'mon, honey, suck on it for me,' and after a few minutes, Mom scrunched herself down on the bed and put her mouth on his cock. I almost gasped out loud when I saw that, but fortunately I didn't. I just stood there and stared as she kissed him all over his crotch, on his balls as well as his cock. Then she licked it for awhile and finally put it in her mouth and sucked on it. The guy was almost out of his mind by that time. He was flat on his back, with his eyes closed and his head rolling from side to side while he moved his hips up and down to force his cock deeper in mom's mouth.
"After a few minutes of that, he began groaning and pulling at her to get away from him. She released his cock, which was stiff and throbbing by that time and all wet and shiny from her saliva, and flopped down on her back beside him. He didn't lose any time in rolling over on top of her. From where I was in the hallway, I had a perfect view up between their spread legs, and I saw my mom's hand reach down and grab his cock and guide it up into her damp pussy. Having a girl friend describe fucking to me was one thing, but actually seeing it was another. I found I was sweating and feeling very nervous watching them. It wasn't that I was afraid of being discovered they were too busy with what they were doing to hear me even if I'd made a noise it was something else, a feeling deep inside me that made me feel funny. It was a pleasant feeling, though, and I didn't mind it a bit.
"I watched as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy, giving them both a good time. I wondered even then if mom was really enjoying it so much, or if she was just putting on a show for the guy's benefit, so he'd get his money's worth. Real or not, it was a good show, all right, from where I was standing. I began watching as regularly as I could after that.
"That's not all I did. I may as well tell you about it, since I'm telling you everything else. I started masturbating while watching them. I knew some of the other girls were doing it, too, so I didn't have any guilt feelings, and I wasn't ashamed or anything like that. It was fun working my fingers in and out of my pussy, feeling it get slippery. I never had any trouble having two or three orgasms before the guy fucking mom let loose with one of his own. Then I'd rush back to my own bed before they discovered me, and I'd play with myself some more, imagining that it was a guy's cock moving in my pussy instead of my fingers. I was just a kid, starting her period, developing breasts, but I wanted to be fucked by a man, even then, and I made up my mind I was going to let myself get picked up the first chance I had.
"There was this older boy in school I can't even remember his name, but I think it was Sam. Anyway, I was in junior high school, which was right next to the high school where Sam went, and sometimes he'd walk part of the way home with me. He was pretty shy, but I could tell he liked the way I looked. I mean, he really stared at my blouse and my dress as though he wished he had X-ray vision. On this one particular day, I'd been all hot and bothered from watching mom and some guy go at it. He'd come too fast for me to have an orgasm myself, and for some reason I couldn't masturbate one for myself and had cramps all night long and part of the day. To put it mildly, I was ready, willing and able to fuck and be fucked. And Sam looked like a good prospect.
"I made sure I walked along with him that day so I could compain about not understanding a math assignment. The boob wanted to, but he didn't even offer to help me. I had to suggest that we go over to his place so he could show it to me, after making sure his folks weren't home and we'd be alone. We went there and sat on his couch close together while he showed me how to do the problems. But the math wasn't the problem I wanted solved. Oh, I was a brazen little minx for a twelve year old. I just reached out and took hold of his cock through the front of his pants and rubbed it. Poor Sam didn't know what to do. His mouth fell open and he gulped, but he didn't make a move. I'd watched mom undress a guy, so zippers and belts weren't anything strange to me by that time. I took his cock out and rubbed it the way I knew would excite him. It worked all right. His cock throbbed and grew stiff in my hand the way I knew it would. It looked lovely, my very first cock! I could hardly wait to feel it plunging up inside my hot, wet pussy.
"And then something happened. He groaned and closed his eyes and his cock lurched between my fingers and white stuff spurted out of the end of it. The look on my face must've been a sight. I remember I said something dumb like, 'Wait! Not yet. I'm not ready!' as though that would in some mysterious way make the white stuff go back into his cock. That's not what happened, of course. What happened was that his cock went limp in my hands, and he stared at me, red-faced, and admitted he'd never fucked a girl before.
"I remember wailing, 'But I wanta be fucked!' and he hesitated, then said that his mom and pop wouldn't be home from work for another hour and a half, so we had plenty of time to fool around. Well, sir, a cock in the hand is worth two in the pants, as far as I was concerned, so the two of us went into the bedroom and undressed completely and lay naked on top of the bed. We played with each other, just like my mom and the guys did. And you know what I did? I sucked his cock then and there. I wasn't too sure I wanted to do that, but I didn't know when I'd have another chance again, so I better take it. It wasn't half-bad either, and it sure got him excited. His cock went springing up in no time at all. Then I got on my back and spread my legs the way I was supposed to and reached down between us to guide his cock into my pussy. It all went along just like clockwork until he shoved it up inside me.
"I nearly fainted, the pain was so great. I'd expected it to be fun. Then I remembered what an older girl friend had said about a girl's cherry hurting at first when it was busted but afterward it was okay. Well, it hurt, then it got numb, and then I was feeling no pain at all. His cock went in and out of my pussy like we'd been doing it all our lives. And it was sure as hell more fun than me doing it with my fingers. It was more fun than I'd even imagined it would be. Fun? Hell, that wasn't the word for it. No wonder mom and the guys liked it so much.
"The thing that really got me, though, was in thinking of it later and realizing that guys would give you money for it, even when you had so much fun yourself!
"Anyway, I had my first fucking orgasm with Sam that day, and it was wonderful. I hoped it wouldn't be the last. As it turned out it was with Sam, that is. Because that night, while my mom and some guy she'd picked up were going at it, Pop came home suddenly and found them and all hell broke loose. I guess he'd become suspicious and came home on purpose. The guy grabbed his pants and scrammed out the door, but pop got ahold of mom and beat her up so bad she went to the hospital.
"That left Pop and me alone, and he didn't want to be saddled with a twelve year old kid. He wanted to go out and get drunk and have himself some pussy. At least, that's what he said. But he didn't want me to stay home alone, so he decided he'd drive me to some relatives over in the next state on the weekend. I packed a few things, and we started out but had to stop at a motel along the way. There was only one bed in the room, but the clerk rustled up a cot for me. Pop told me to go ahead and sack out, that he was going out for a beer. Then he left.
"I put on my nightie and crawled on the cot and pulled a blanket over me. It was uncomfortable, and I knew I'd be sore the next day and probably wouldn't be able to get any sleep. Meanwhile, there was that big, soft, empty bed staring me in the face. Pop would probably stay out late, I thought, so what harm was there in my using his bed until he came back. He could always wake me up so I could go back to the cot. The thought even occurred to me that maybe he'd take the cot himself. Anyway, I crawled into the bed and fell asleep.
"I don't know what time it was, but it must've been early in the morning and still dark that pop came stumbling into the motel room. He'd been drinking all rightI could smell it all over him. He didn't bother turning on the lights, he just took off his clothes and flopped into bed beside me, not even realizing I was there. I suppose I could've gotten up and gone to the cot, but the bed was so comfortable I didn't want to. The. bed, I decided, was big enough for both of us. I stayed right there and dozed.
"It was a few minutes later that I felt Pop's body press up against me from behind and heard him murmur something in a sleepy voice. I felt his hands moving under my nightie along my bare thighs and up over my breasts. His movements had pulled the nightie up from my ass, leaving it bare, and it was then I felt his stiff cock pressing up tight against me. I could tell from his breathing that he was still asleep and didn't realize, even with my tiny breasts, that it was me in bed with him.
"I'd lost my cherry only the day before, and I was hot to feel another cock against my pussy but I'd never in a million years have expected it to be Pop's. Yet there it was, big and stiff and beautiful. I wanted to hold it in my hands and rub it, I wanted to put it in my mouth, I wanted to feel it sliding into my pussy. I was getting all hot and juicy just thinking about it, and before I could change my mind, I turned around in the bed and grabbed his cock with both hands. Pop liked that, because he groaned in his sleep and tried to crawl on top of me. I didn't stop him either. I went flat on my back and spread my legs for him, while he got between them, stuck the end of his cock up inside me and rammed it home.
"I was still pretty sore from the day before, and it hurt so much I couldn't help but yell. The shout made him open his eyes half-way, but they were glassy and I was sure he couldn't really see me. But his look was puzzled as he groped for my breasts and tried vainly to figure out why the female body under his was so small. He probably wouldn't even remember any of what happened that night, I figured, so I may as well enjoy myself. I remembered some of the motions mom had used in bed, and they seemed to come naturally With me, you know, lifting the hips and twisting them back and forth, things like that. That made it all the better for both of us, and I had an orgasm just a few seconds before pop did. Then he rolled off me and we both fell asleep.
"Next morning I woke up first. Pop was snoring in bed with me. I got up, went into the bathroom and took a shower. When I came out, drying myself with a towel, I saw he was awake and staring at me. I mean, he was really staring at me, at my little breasts, my legs, the hair that was starting to grow around my pussy. He wet his lips and said he hoped it hadn't been too uncomfortable for me on the couch. He was fishing, of course, but I was in the mood to tease him, so I said I hadn't minded, and then I turned and gave him a view of my ass, along with a couple of sexy wiggles, as I went back into the bathroom.
'In the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. I did have a pretty sexy ass, I decided, and nice legs, too. Except for the breasts, which were just starting to grow, I was like a little woman, and I knew that pop was beginning to realize what he had on his hands. I'd enjoyed the fucking he gave me, and I wasn't looking forward to being left with some old maid aunt and having to masturbate by myself again."
As it turned out, Leah's father was already getting other ideas for the young girl. He was obviously still not sure at first what had happened the previous night. At the same time, however, he found himself increasingly aware of his pubescent daughter as a female sex object. During the ride, the girl noted that the older man kept staring at her legs and blossoming breasts, and surreptitiously she unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse and pulled up her already short skirt to give him a better view of her youthful body. As a result, it was no surprise to her that when they were close to the destination, the man decided that a daugher should be with her father, not with strangers.
"I guess he figured," she said, "what had happened in bed that night and didn't want to let a hot young piece of pussy get away from him. Or even if he hadn't done it, he was sure as hell thinking about it now. So we turned around and headed back and of course we had to stop at a motel for the night. He didn't even bother asking for an extra cot that time. He told me to get undressed and hit the sack, while he went out and had a couple of beers. I guess he wanted to work up his nerve. When he left, I got on my shortie nightgown again and crawled into bed and waited. I must've dozed off, because my eyes were closed when I heard someone moving around the room. I opened them just a little and saw that pop was standing beside the bed, his face red, his breath heavy with beer, and his big cock like a stiff poker in front of him!
"Very carefully, because he thought I was asleep, he eased back the covers and stared down at me. like I said, I didn't have much in the way of breasts, but my legs were nice and my ass was round and smooth and I'd made sure that the nightie was up around my belly button. Then he crawled into the bed behind me and pulled the covers over us. For awhile he didn't do anything at all. I wanted to reach over and touch his stiff cock with my hands, but I was afraid he'd get mad and call me a slut like my mother. No, I had to pretend I was asleep and any contact we made was accidental. So I backed up against him.
" I could hear him gasp as my ass touched his cock, but he didn't move away. Instead he pressed it right up in the crack of my ass and wiggled it. I wiggled my ass back at him. His mouth was right by my ear and I could hear him wheezing as he tried to control himself. It was almost funny, and I had to keep from laughing. I curled my legs in close to me, and he pressed even closer, crouching this time so his cock slid right under my ass and in between my legs. The whole throbbing length of it slid across my pussy, and it was my turn to try and control myself. I was getting that familiar hot, juicy feeling, and I didn't feel like laughing any more. I felt like doing other things, if you know what I mean.
"I started moving my ass back and forth, letting his cock slide back and forth across the lips of my pussy. He groaned, but it wasn't with any pain. I could almost feel him grit his teeth as he began moving it himself, with the tip of it getting closer and closer to the opening. I reached down and spread the opening for him, felt the tip of his cock pause just for an instant and then drive it home all the way to the hilt.
"I almost screamed, but he never noticed. He was too busy now, feeling my tiny breasts, holding my hips, driving his stiff cock deeper and deeper inside me. Pop was wide awake, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I knew what I was doing, too. I was having the time of my life. I'd had me two orgasms by the time he came, drew his dripping cock out of my pussy and went to the bathroom. When he came back, I pretended to be sound asleep. The next morning neither of us mentioned it, but when I mentioned to him that I could use an extra five dollars of spending money, he gave it to me without a fuss to ease his guilty conscience, maybe, if he had one.
"I felt pretty proud of myself, too. Because I was just a little girl, but I was doing what my mom had been doing, having fun and getting paid for it."
Leah thought her mother would return to the house, but she didn't After her discharge from the hospital she went away with one of her lovers, leaving the daughter with her husband. The older man was not unhappy with this arrangement, now that he and the young girl had come to sexual terms, and Leah was happy to be having sex regularly.
"It was sort of funny, though," she reminisced. "He never said anything about it about us fucking, I mean. We'd just go to bed and do it. He didn't always give me money, of course, just once in a while, and maybe buy me a new dress if I sulked enough. When we weren't in bed together, we were just another father and daughter."
The relationship continued this way for about a year. When Leah was almost fourteen, and fully blossomed into a grown female, she decided on impulse to try her luck with a salesman who stopped by the house. The salesman was only too willing to give her ten dollars for a wild nude session in the bedroom. The young girl enjoyed the brief affair, as always, but the money pleased her more. So did the prospect of more money where that came from. Out there were undoubtedly hundreds probably thousands of men who'd pay her money for her sexual favors. She was younger and prettier than her mother, and she envisioned becoming rich in no time at all.
She smiled. "I figured I could easily fuck five guys a day," she said. "That would be fifty bucks for a few hours work if you could call it that. On a five day work week, I'd clear two hundred fifty dollars, more than my father made, even with overtime.
"The trouble came in finding five guys a week, much less twenty-five. Some of the guys in high school were willing enough, but they didn't have the money. So I did other things, like let them suck my breasts and finger-fuck me for a dollar in the locker room. Once in a while, several of them would chip in to get five dollars, and I'd suck one of tl. 'll off while the others stood around and played 'Aith themselves.
"I made a few dollars that way, but nothing even close to what I'd had in mind."
Desperation drove her to streetwalking to find new and more prosperous customers. Some of the men realized her age and refused to take a chance. Others were attracted to her in large measure because of her youth.
"Unfortunately," she recalled, "a nice young man I met near the park turned out to be a plainclothes policeman and I was busted!"
It was a traumatic experience for the young girl, who in an effort to place the blame elsewhere for her promiscuity, told the authorities about her sexual relationship with her father. She received a suspended sentence and was sent to live with the aunt her father had been taking her to years ago before the incident at the motel which sidetracked him.
"Being busted taught me a lesson," she admitted. "It taught me that I should be more careful who I pick up."
During the next three years she was careful enough to avoid apprehension by the authorities. To all outward appearances, Leah is a wholesome teenage high school student interested in studying, school activities, and dating. As a cover, she engages in all these affairs, but has other affairs also, the sexual kind. With experience, her price has risen to twenty dollars, and even at this tender age she has managed to build up a steady clientele which keeps her busy.
It is interesting to note her matter-of-fact attitude toward this behavior, which most persons in our society would find shocking and reprehensible. She allows herself to be picked up for a combination of business and pleasure.
"You might say," she said, summing it up, "that I'm doing my thing and getting paid for it. Who could ask for anything more?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Older men who specialize in seducing girls frequently find themselves entrapped in legal situations which the girls in question use to extort money from the unsuspecting older man. The following case history deals with a father/daughter team that led older men to believe they were seducing the daughter in order to blackmail them. The girl, whose name was Nancy, was only fifteen. And when the police finally came into the picture, she confessed that her father/lover forced her into using her body to blackmail older men.
"I never liked letting an older man think I wanted to stick my tongue up his ass, blow him or let him fuck me and then blackmail him for fucking a minor. But if I didn't, my father would beat me up.
"I always looked older. I had a big ass, big tits and a furry black bush around my pussy since I was twelve. And dad made me wear short skirts and see-through blouses so that my nipples would show. I'd stand on corners until an older man gave me the eye from a car. Once I was inside his car I'd sit close to him and run my hands over his legs to make him hot. Sometimes I'd just take his hand and slip it up my skirt so he could feel my pussy. I never wore any pants. If he'd get real hot he might take out his prick and ask me to eat it in the car. I'd say no but, if he was willing, and a lot of them were, I'd have him drive to the motel my father and I had rented. We got inside and undressed and started fucking. We'd have the shades on the window up just a crack so my father could look in and see how we were doing. As soon as the man started with me, my father would rush into the room and threaten to turn the man over to the police. Most of the time, especially if the man was drunk, he'd be willing to pay a lot of money to keep from going to jail. Of course, not all of them fell for it. Some of them backed out of it when they saw how old I was. Others just told my father to well, to go screw himself, was the way one of them put it, and left.
"But there were enough of the other kind to make it all worthwhile, at least to my father. As for me, I guess he treated me okay, but I didn't care much for screwing. I was used to it so I didn't mind it. I just didn't get much enjoyment out of it."
Nancy was very calm as she told about the background which led to her unorthodox "career" since it had become as normal and natural for her as another teenager's experiences in attending school and parties and having an interest in dating boys her own age.
"My mother died when I was born," she said. "I don't remember it, of course, but my father kept reminding me that she died giving birth to me. He didn't exactly say so, but I had the feeling that he blamed me for her dying. As for the sex part, I don't really know when that began. I can always remember him lying naked on the bed and having me hold his big cock and pull on it and rub it for him until it got bigger and stiff. He wanted me to suck it for him, too. It tasted kind of strange to me, and I didn't want to, but after he spanked my ass a few times I sort of got used to putting his prick in my mouth and sucking it. At first he even tried putting some jam on it so it wouldn't taste so bad, but after awhile he stopped doing that, saying that the natural flavor was best.
"Sometimes we'd have all our clothes on and maybe sitting watching television or something. He'd have me reach over and feel along his leg until I got up to where his cock was. He'd make me rub it through the cloth until it got hard there. Then he'd make me unzip his pants, reach in, take out his prick, kneel down in front of him and continue petting it before I kissed it and put my tongue all over to lick it good and finally put it in my mouth and suck it until he creamed in my mouth.
"He said he was giving me lessons because it would come in handy some day to earn us both a good living. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I didn't want to get spanked, so I did what he wanted me to. He liked the lessons a lot better than I did. As his prick started getting hard, he got this funny look on his face and started breathing heavy and moaning and groaning and lifting his hips up so his shaft went farther in my mouth. Sometimes he'd get so excited he'd grab my hair and work his peter in and out fast until he came. Afterwards, a lot of times, my jaws ached."
It was not the father's intention to specialize in sucking a man's penis in the young girl's sexual education, but he realized that regular vaginal intercourse might be too traumatic an experience for her. As a temporary substitute, he inserted his penis between her legs, sometimes from the front, other times from behind, rubbing it against her vaginal opening (but not inside her) until he achieved an orgasm.
"We never had many friends, not even in the apartments where we lived, and we moved around so often I never had much of a chance to attend school regularly. When I was ten we were living in an apartment that had an older couple, retired, next door to us. They were both nice people, named Sorenson, and they talked to me sometimes and gave me candy. My father didn't like me to talk much to anybody, and he always warned me not to discuss anything about our family affairs, like our sleeping arrangements and so forth. Or else, he said, he'd spank me. I didn't want to be spanked, so I kept my mouth shut about that.
"Mr. and Mrs. Sorenson lived on their pensions, and I remember my father used to say that they didn't need all that money they got every month, and they probably had a potful saved up, hidden someplace in their apartment. He knew just when their check came in the mail, and when they went out to spend some of it. Mrs. Sorenson, for example, went out with some of her lady friends every Tuesday night to play Bingo, leaving her husband at home to watch television.
"One Tuesday evening, my father asked me if I liked Mr. Sorenson. Of course, I told him I did. Then he said he'd like me to do to Mr. Sorenson what I did to him, that is, suck on the old man's cock to make him happy. I wasn't sure I should do it. I didn't mind, exactly, because I'd been doing it to my father for so long, but to do it to a stranger seemed like it was a bad thing. But my father insisted, and I could tell he was close to threatening me so I said okay.
"My father told me what to do. He said it should be a surprise to the other man, that I should just crawl up on his lap and wiggle around, and then just take out his prick and start eating it. Then he made me undress and put on just a thin nightie and took me next door.
"Mr. Sorenson answered the door. He was surprised to see us. My father almost shoved me through the doorway as he said he had to run down to the store and could he leave me here where I'd be safe until he got back. Before Mr. Sorenson could say anything, my father had turned and walked away. So what could the old man do but shrug and invite me in. He apologized for Mrs. Sorenson not being there, but he said we could watch television. I told him I'd rather he told me a story. He said all right, and I plunked myself right down on his lap. That surprised him, too, but he didn't say anything. He just started telling me a story about Goldilocks and the three bears.
"I'd heard the story about a million times before, and I was restless, so I started wiggling my hot ass on his prick. I remembered when I did that with my father, his prick got stiff, and I wondered if Mr. Sorenson had a peter and if it would react the same way. I was curious to find out, so I bounced off his lap and lay down on the couch with my face on my cunt and my hands under my cheek and right over the spot where his prick would be. I was disappointed. There was something there, all right, but it wasn't getting big and stiff at all. like I told you, I really liked Mr. Sorenson, and I thought how nice it would be if I ate out his come in return for all the candy and stuff he'd given me like give him as good a time as my father had with me.
"So I decided, and at the same time I did what I decided to do. Before he knew what was happening, I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his soft pecker and put it in my mouth. He started yelling, 'Hey, what are you doing?' and trying to pull my head away, when my father rushed in, stopped like he was stunned, and then began calling poor, bewildered Mr. Sorenson a lot of names, like 'cunteater!' 'childfucker!' and things like that, and threatening to tell Mrs. Sorenson and report it to the police.
"Mr. Sorenson was shaking and wringing his hands and pleading. I could see he wanted to blame it on me, but he didn't want to. He said he'd do anything at all if my father wouldn't tell. He seemed more concerned over his wife finding out than the police. My father didn't beat around the bush, he asked the man for money. The old man said he had a hundred dollars saved up, but He never got a chance to finish. My father said he'd better come up with it, or else his wife would find out so the poor old man came up with it. My father counted the money, put it in his pocket, told the old man that another payment would be due when his next retirement check arrived on the first of the month, and dragged me out of the apartment back to our own place.
"But there never was another payment. When Mrs. Sorenson returned from her bingo game late that night, she found her husband dead of a heart attack!"
Nancy told of this with tears welling in her eyes. It was obvious she was not proud of her part in this sordid affair. As far as she could recall, Mr. Sorenson was the only man her father extorted whom she felt sorry for. All the others picked her up for their own animal satisfaction, and she was not sure they didn't get what they deserved.
Her sexual education continued, with the father getting more daring in his attacks upon the young girl's virginity. After thrusting his erect penis between her legs for some time, he proceeded to try entering her, a fraction of an inch each time, lubricating her entrance liberally with vaseline, until he had succeeded in almost painlessly rupturing her hymen and was making full, deep thrusts which continued to orgasm. By the time she was twelve, her breasts were rapidly developing, and she possessed a growing bush of pubic hair. At fourteen, she was biologically an adult female capable of giving and receiving sexual pleasure.
At the age of fifteen, she accepted a ride from a young man, whom she groped, led to a motel and proceeded to seduce. When the young man resisted and turned to leave, in desperation Nancy tore off her clothes and screamed. The scream brought in her father, bursting with self-righteous indignation, who generously offered to forget the entire matter if the young man paid him money. Unfortunately for the scheme, the "victim" was a vice squad officer investigating the case and both father and daughter were taken into custody.
The young girl is currently undergoing psychiatric therapy in an effort to change her amoral sexual attitude to one more in line with that required for teenage girls in our society. Nancy is young and intelligent, and she has some hope for her future.
Her father has, of course, been jailed, and it's obvious that he too has problems. Undoubtedly, he could have used his daughter merely for prostitution purposes, instead of resorting to extortion. When asked why he didn't, he was quite indignant.
He said, "After all, she's my own daughter. I have some sense of decency. I didn't want to turn her into a common whore!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ted Lewiston was from a family with a strict religious background, with the Bible governing everything they did, morning and night. He had never seen any member of his family in any way other than fully clothed, with the single exception of his father, whom he saw now and then without a shirt or undershirt. His mother had made a fuss about that, even, accusing her husband of immorality for showing his body that way in front of the children.
So it is hardly surprising that Ted Lewiston grew up thinking the human body was incredibly sinful ... special, but very sinful. His mother placed such a special emphasis on bare human flesh that he came to think of it in a unique way ... most particularly that the sinful aspects of the human body were much more exciting, much more pleasurable, than the kinds of things his mother would have approved of.
As he grew up, Ted made a couple of feeble attempts to discuss his confused notions of the human body and its functions with his mother, but each time he did, her response was such horrified indignation communicated to the boy that he had committed some grave sin in even bringing the matter up. As a result, his notion of the sinful nature of the human body was reinforced, and he knew he would never be able to find answers from his mother.
Later, as he played with other boys, older and more experienced than he, he found much more information in the streets from his companions than he had ever learned at home. He found even more confusion, though, for what he learned about fucking one day seemed to conflict with what he learned about fucking the next. He continued to listen, to enjoy the excitement of the sexual knowledge he was picking up, but he was wise enough to accept nothing on faith, but to take everything with a grain of salt. He would think about what he'd learned late at night, enjoying the level of excitement that coursed through his body as a result.
When Ted discovered the joys of masturbation, a whole new world opened up for him. He would thrill to the hardness of his cock as it became erect and he flogged it rapidly with his hand, trying to visualize women and girls without clothing, their pubic hair delicately decorating their bodies. Even when he wasn't jacking off, he'd look at the girls and women he encountered, imagining them without clothing, their tits jutting forward, their snatches covered with thick, dark hair. But when he was masturbating, he'd tremble with ecstasy as he came, shooting thick gouts of gism from the end of his cock and into the air.
Later, he discovered he could prolong his delight with jacking off by stopping short of ejaculation, waiting a little while, and then resuming. In that way he was able to prolong his masturbation over excitingly long periods, ultimately enjoying an even stronger orgasm than he would have had otherwise. He could, now and then, restore his cock to virile hardness by such techniques that allowed him to jack off twice in a row, although the second come was always weaker than the first.
One day, while he was cleaning up in the attic of his house, he found a pile of old catalogs. His mother had once caught him looking at a page of corset ads and had scolded him severely. Since then, the catalog had been kept in her bedroom, a room off limits to such an extent that even when he was alone in the house he didn't dare enter. But suddenly, unexpectedly, he had a treasure trove of pictures in some old catalogs he discovered forgotten in the pile he was cleaning.
He looked out the window to be sure his mother was still working in the garden where she'd been going when she sent him to the attic to work. She was busy with her hoe, so he knew he'd have the privacy to enjoy the pictures as much as he wanted. His cock was very stiff as he took it out of his pants, then he started turning the pages of the catalogs, looking at pages of women's legs in nylons, almost drooling at the sight of so many revealed thighs. Other pictures, too, were thrilling ... there were bras, showing the shape of breasts, some showing cleavage ... there were panties, too, with some of the pictures in color ... but the most thrilling to Ted as he stroked his cock with one hand, turning the pages with the other, were the pictures of women in corsets.
As he stared, his penis in his hand, he was almost able to bring those women to life in his fantasy. Many of them were big women, and some wore stern expressions which somehow made them more thrilling. He fondled their imaginary thighs, then his hands rubbed over the exciting girdles and corsets, all the way up to where bulges covered excitingly big breasts.
Without warning, he felt his semen ready to blast and was barely able to turn away from the precious book in time, his come spurting across the wooden floor. When his orgasm was over, his heart was pounding and his body covered with sweat.
He worked hard then, putting things in order, hiding the catalogs carefully out of sight, then, when he was finished, he thought again of the exciting pictures. He didn't feel sexually aroused right then, but he thought ahead to the times when he would, when he wouldn't be able to come to the attic without arousing suspicion. So he went to the books and carefully cut out a few of the best pages with his pocket knife.
Checking to assure himself that his mother was still in the garden, he hurried to his room and hid the precious pictures carefully, for he feared his mother's wrath if she ever discovered them.
They served him well over the next year, and he never tired of them, though with the passing of time, he longed for the real thing, and he began to resent the pictures for not actually coming to life to fuck him when he wanted them to.
He was almost sixteen by then. Other boys of his age were going out with girls and boasting of the necking they had done, the things they had seen and felt. Some boasted of having stripped girls naked, then told in exciting detail of the things they had done, things that included sexual intercourse. They described excitingly the sight and feel of a girl's crotch, the thrill of burying their stiff cocks in the soft warmth of the chick's pussy.
That became his new dream, then, as he looked through his precious, tattered pictures. He would watch as the big women of his fantasy took her corset off, then she would urge him to play with her thighs, breasts and buttocks, then she would open her crotch for him and tell him to help himself to her excitingly beautiful cunt.
With the development of his dream, his fantasies while masturbating became stronger and more exciting, but it wasn't long before he again became frustrated, because there was such a gap between his fantasy and what he imagined the real thing would be like. In that way, he was like many a virgin teenager, knowing there was more to sex than merely the fantasy coupled with a hand job, but not knowing yet how to go about getting a satisfying piece of ass.
Because he was extremely shy with girls, his inability even to talk to one without blushing, his dream still seemed as far from coming true as it had ever been. The fantasies with masturbation were still exciting while they lasted, but after ejaculation, frustration and anger and a terrible sense of solitude set in and destroyed his remembrance of past pleasure.
But even if he could overcome his shyness with girls, he told himself, his problem wouldn't be solved. Through all the lonely years, his ideal had been a big woman in a corset. Girls, he sensed, didn't wear such garments. He thought a girl would look pretty enough in bra and panties, especially if she wore nylons, but the picture he formed of a girl clad in such a costume lacked the strength of a big woman wearing a corset.
It is interesting to note that during this period of his life, when he thought of girls and women, he never thought of them totally nude, as he had earlier. He always saw them clad in bra, panties and nylons.
Ted had very few friends, but one dull Saturday morning he went to visit Bob, the closest person to him in all the world, hoping they would be able to go fishing.
"I'm sorry, Ted," Bob's mother told him as she answered the door, "Bob isn't home. His father called yesterday and asked him to spend the weekend with him."
Bob's father had left the family a couple of years previously, and his son visited him from time to time.
"You look so dejected, Ted," she said warmly. "I've just made a fresh pot of coffee. Come in and have a cup with me. You look bored, and that's just the way I feel."
Disappointed that Bob was away, and wanting someone to talk to, Ted accepted. He liked Bob's mother, because she smiled a lot, spoke warmly, and seemed to accept him as something more than just a kid. Despite the fact that her husband had left her, she still seemed a much happier person than his mother. And she certainly was more fun to talk to.
As they chatted over their coffee, Janet noticed that he kept stealing surreptitious glances behind, her. Pretending not to notice, she got up to pour more coffee, then she saw what intrigued him. It was a black corset she had brought to the kitchen so she could replace a torn suspender tab.
At once, she felt a surge of excitement sweep through her. She had heard of boys and men who had strong sexual urges centered on lingerie, and now she knew she had met one. It made her flush with excitement at the thought, for she'd been without any real fucking for a long time now, and this boy suddenly seemed infinitely attractive to her.
She fought to keep her hand from trembling as she refilled his cup, then the perc clattered as she put it down on the range and she excused herself, telling him she'd be back in a few minutes. As she left the room, Janet was merely seeking time to bring her untoward excitement under control, so the youth wouldn't see it and be frightened. Then she sensed that the excitement wouldn't pass, that it would go on burning until she did something about it. That something would have to be sexual, she knew ... but how, she thought, could she involve herself sexually with a boy no older than her son.
Still, sexual hunger had been burning just under the surface for a long time. Her husband sent money from time to time, but it wasn't enough, and she had to work to make ends meet. With her son at home she had to be discreet, so that there was little opportunity for her to go out, to have affairs, even one-night stands. Her last opportunity for sexual intercourse had been almost a year ago, and in between she'd resorted to masturbation from time to time to ease the fiery lust that roiled in her belly, but that wasn't really satisfactory at all.
She guessed that Ted was a virgin and that at his age he was hungering for a good fuck ... but did she dare seduce him? Did she dare take him by the hand and lead him into the realm of adult sexuality?
Janet had made a circle of the house with her thoughts and was returning through the dining room when she came to a sudden stop. In a mirror, she saw Ted's reflection as he held her corset in both hands.
She saw him open a cup of the bra top and feel it, then he put it over his face and inhaled deeply. After that, he rubbed the garment lovingly over his face, a hand rubbing his penis through his pants.
With that, all conflict passed for the woman and she knew she was going to lure him into bed with her. But she still stayed where she was. There would be people coming to the house that morning, two or three of them. It just wasn't the time for fucking. But there was the afternoon, and she knew it was beautifully free.
Ted was so enthralled with the corset he didn't hear her returning. Then, as she stood behind his chair, she wrapped both arms around him. He let out a gasp, shocked at having been caught playing with her corset and his cock.
"It's all right, Ted," she told him warmly. "I'm not angry with you. I'm just as excited as you are. I'm feeling terribly sexy, just like you," she added in a low, exciting whisper.
"You ... you are?" he asked after a long silence.
"Yes, dear. I'm terribly excited. Horny. Would you like to see me in my corset and nothing else ... except my nylons?"
"Oh, yes," he said, the words a sharp, harsh cry.
"Then listen. There will be people coming here this morning. They'd disturb us. After about one o'clock, it will be all clear. Come back then, and I promise you an afternoon you'll never forget. I'm a very horny woman, dear, especially today. You'll do more than just see and feel my corset. Tell me, have you ever fucked a girl?"
"N ... N ... no," he stammered, her words driving him so wild it was like being in a state of shock.
"Have you ever seen tits and asses and cunts?" she went on, seeing the result of her words and not wanting to let him calm down.
"No ... no ... nothing like that."
"It can all be yours today, dear. We're both hungry. We both need the same thing. We're going to have it, as much as we want. You must give me one promise, though."
"What?"
"You must promise not to pull yourself off before you come here. It won't be easy, I know. You'll think of me, you'll think of what's going to happen, and your prick will just beg to be pulled. If you do that, though, you'll spoil a lot of fun for later."
"I promise," he told her. "I'll make sure I'm not alone anywhere. I'll go down to the dock and stay there."
"You're sure you'll come back at one? You won't let me down, Ted? I couldn't stand it if you did that."
"I'll be here, you can bet. Nothing could keep me away," Ted assured her.
For a moment, Janet thought of raising her dress to give his eyes and hands a previous of what was to come, then she decided against it, telling herself the youth was already tense and excited enough, that he had more than enough to think about in just anticipating the fucking they were going to be doing.
"All right, Ted," she said. "You go now and come back at one. Just make sure you keep your dick strong. We're going to do some very thrilling things with it later."
Ted left, knowing that the next four hours would seem to take weeks to go by, but at the end of that painfully long wait, there was the thrill of his lifetime ... a big, beautiful, warm woman in a black corset. It would involve much more than that, but for the time being, just that thought was enough to keep him trembling.
He walked for a long time before he felt sufficiently under control to be with others, then he went down to the dock to watch the fishing.
Janet, too, was fighting for some semblance of control as she hungered for the time to pass. She hurried to the grocery store and did basic shopping, then returned home. The milkman and paper boy came by to the paid, and by noon the last caller had come and gone, and it was time for her to get ready to be fucked.
Going to her bedroom, she stripped naked, then went to the bathroom to run a tub. While she waited for it, she examined her reflection in the full length mirror.
At thirty-six, she wasn't in bad shape she told herself. True, she should lose about fifteen pounds, yet her body was reasonably firm. Her big breasts lacked some of the firmness of youth, but they were still pretty good, she thought as she fondled them.
Her buttocks and thighs were a little bigger than they should be, but there too, her hands found enough firmness, surely more than enough for a youth who had never seen or touched a female body, who was hungering for it all, including his first act of sexual intercourse.
Janet's thoughts brought her to the stage where it was necessary to turn the water off, stand facing the mirror, and do what she had told the boy not to do. She sighed a deep sigh as she rubbed a hand over her vulva, thinking of how he would be doing that in a little while, then a long finger slipped into the slit between the soft lips and made her tremble as it worked in and out. After a bit, the tip of the finger moved to her clitoris and rubbed. It wasn't long before her whole body was jerking as she rocked through a long, strong orgasm.
Getting into the tub, she bathed carefully. As she washed in her crotch, she did it with such care that she postponed the rest of her bathing and returned a finger to her clitoris and worked there until her shiny wet breasts were flying madly, her big behind jerking as she climaxed for the second time.
Before dressing, she powdered her body and the inside of the corset so that she wouldn't bare a body wet with perspiration when the time came. The garment in place, she selected the darkest sheer nylons she had and drew them up her thighs carefully, attached the suspenders, slipped into the mirror to see what the youth was going to see.
When she want to the kitchen to wait for Ted, she carried a sheer black negligee, a Christmas gift from the better days, the days before her husband left her for the freshness and youth of a nineteen-year-old girl.
When she saw the youth hurrying up the back path, she smiled and trembled as she put the negligee on and tied the sash. Through the sheer fabric, her corset and nylons showed teasingly, not quite clearly, just enough, she assured herself, then went in to open the door for the youth she was going to seduce.
As he stepped into the kitchen and Janet closed the door behind him, Ted opened his mouth to say hello, but all that came out was a dry croak and his mouth stayed open wide.
"I dressed especially for you, Ted," she told him and smiled, then turned and walked slowly away from him, went to stand in front of a window which melted the negligee, then she turned, paused there for a few seconds, then walked back to him and took him in her arms.
The kiss they shared produced such fierce excitement in him that it was wilder than he had imagined sexual intercourse would be, as his heart pounded and his hard penis throbbed.
"Your cock feels hard and strong, even through your pants," Janet told him in a warm whisper. "Does that mean you didn't pull yourself?"
"Yes. I mean, yes, I didn't pull myself. I sure wanted to."
"I understand, dear. I fingered my pussy twice and had strong comes each time."
"I sure wish I'd been here to watch," he told her, finding it easier to talk than had been the case earlier.
"Later, dear, after your prick is too tired to fuck me again, I'll finger my pussy for you. When I come, my big tits really fly and my ass keeps jerking, especially if I do it standing up, rather than sitting or laying on the bed."
"When are we going to start doing all these things?" Tom asked, eagerly.
"We've waited so long, Ted, and now we're ready, but let's make it stronger by waiting a while. Let's sit and talk about sexy things and make ourselves hornier."
Ted's eyes followed her as she went to lock the door, then led him into the living room where the drapes had been carefully drawn. Pouring herself a drink, she got a Coke for him, after he declined a beer, then she sat opposite him.
Smiling, she crossed her left leg over her right, the negligee fell open and Tom gasped aloud as he saw the dark, sheer nylon all the way to the excitingly expanded top, and saw how the black suspender pressed against a smooth white thigh.
"I never saw anything so beautiful in my life," he told her and she trembled at his words and the sincerity with which he spoke them.
"Thank you, dear. This is only the beginning. I have so much more to show you. Tell me more about yourself, Ted. Tell me how you got interested in corsets in the first place."
It was the first time he'd ever had anyone to whom he could tell his innermost thoughts, his sexual secrets, and the words poured out. As he talked, his eyes feasting on her, Janet opened the negligee a bit wider to show him some more. When she recrossed her legs, slowly, he had a quick glimpse of a shadowy crotch.
She asked him intimate questions and he was delighted to answer each, then she told him of her own sexual hungers, her desires, the fantasies she employed to make masturbation more enjoyable. The conversation added to his excitement so that he kept trembling violently as she shared her thrilling secrets and described the different positions she employed for masturbation, told of how she had once tried using a long candle to simulate a penis, but how mostly, she preferred to use her finger.
"But today, darling," she went on, her tone hot with passion, "I'll have your lovely, hard cock to fuck me. Oh what a beautiful, sexy time we're going to have, darling. Come, let's go to my bedroom now. We've waited long enough."
Ted followed her, his eyes feasting on her, then they were in her bedroom and that itself provided a thrill. It had the look and the perfume of a woman's room, a room where she stripped naked, where she lay on the bed and fingered herself, he thought as his throbbing penis threatened to tear his pants or its roots.
"Take your clothes off, dear," Janet told him. "Then you'll be ready for everything. Besides, it's been so long since I've seen a naked man. Show your woman everything you have, darling."
Although shyness had always been a terrible problem for Ted, there was none at all as he took his shirt off and she sighed at the sight of his chest, then he opened his pants and pushed them down. After he had taken them and his shoes off, he opened his shorts and pushed them down, the woman giving a gasp of delight at the sight of his stiff organ.
"Oh, darling, you've got a man's cock," she told him, "and your balls are so big, they look so full of cream. Oh, how beautifully you're going to push that dick into my hot cunt and fuck me. You'll shoot my belly full of your lovely cream. Come, dear, I want another kiss."
Getting off the bed as he kicked his shorts away, Janet opened her arms and he moved into them. Thanks to the fact that she was a tall woman, Janet was able to tuck his penis under the corset and between her silken thighs and she felt it throbbing there as their wet mouths clung and rubbed together and she taught him how to use his tongue in a kiss. She hoped he wouldn't fire his charge between her thighs, but told herself that if he did, she would inspire another erection before very long.
When she released the boy, she told him to move back, then her fingers were working on the sash of the negligee. Acting on an impulse, she turned her back to him, paused, then pushed the filmy garment down her arms and it seemed to float slowly the floor. Tom cried out at the sight of the woman and Janet trembled, understanding how he had to feel in that moment.
Ted tried to focus on everything at once, then began a more detailed tour which began with her shapely legs. His gaze moved up over her knee backs, up the nylon sheathed thighs, then to the bare skin. There was more bare skin than he had expected as he saw the lower slopes of big white buttocks and realized that she wasn't wearing panties under the garment.
His tour continued over and around the generous swell where her massive buttocks stretched the fabric of the corselette, then he looked all the way up to her shoulders and back down again.
She asked if he was ready to see the front view, and when he told her he was, she turned smiling, and he emitted another little groan as he saw cleavage, white and exciting between the big bulges where her breasts more than filled the cups, then his eyes moved down over the shimmering black garment until they focused on curly, shiny black pubic hair just below the corset.
"You may come and feel me up now, if you want to," the woman told him and Tom almost fell as he hurried to her and sent both trembling hands into action. For a long time, he fondled her ankles to shoulders, sometimes standing, sometimes crouching or kneeling, then he was on his knees again, his arms wrapped hotly around her, squeezing as he pressed his face between her thighs, his nose pushing under the exciting garment as he inhaled a faint, unfamiliar but very exciting perfume, the odor of woman crotch, clean and a little musky. As Ted kept his face pressed there, his hands went below the back of the corselette, he felt the portions of exposed cheeks, then pushed the tips of his fingers under the corset to feel a little more of her silken skin. He was surprised to find her buttocks relatively cool when there was such heat in her crotch.
"Ooh, it was lovely having your face there, darling," Janet told him when he moved it to look up at her. "Was it nice and warm between my thighs?"
"Oh yes, but how come your ass is so cool?" he asked.
"That's because my pussy is a furnace and keeps my crotch warm. Because my ass is so big, the skin of the cheeks is far away from the furnace and it gets cold," she told him and they both laughed. "Later, when I'm bare naked," she went on, "you could put your face in my crotch and sniff some more if you like. I've never had a boy sniff my cunt before. It was very exciting."
"It was for me too," he told her and then Janet suggested they should get on the bed to kiss and play for a while. As they did so, Janet caught his stiff, strong organ in a gentle hand, fondled it, then bent to kiss it. Not content with just kissing it, she put the head into her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds.
"Did you like that?" she asked as she released his organ and licked her lips.
"Oh yes, it was great, right in your mouth like that. Tell me, do people really suck dicks?"
"Sure, lots of people do, dear. They suck dicks and cunts too. When you suck a cunt, you get your tongue in it and lick. That's why it's called cunt lapping. The woman has a little bud right at the top of her cunt. It's called a clitoris, when it gets enough licking or rubbing with a finger or a cock, she has her come. It's like when you shoot, only she doesn't shoot, instead, wonderful things happen inside her pussy and the feeling spreads all over her body."
With Janet urging the boy on, he fondled her thighs and corset clad body, probed as far as he could down the cleavage of the bra top, then she whispered that if he wanted her to, she would take the top of the garment down and give him her breasts to see and to play with.
He watched her hands working behind her back, she took the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, then she pulled the big top down and her breasts jutted for him in exciting nudity.
As he stared at them, his eyes filled with water and he had to wipe them in order to see properly. He felt as though he were going to cry, something he couldn't understand, considering his happiness, his wild excitement. His hands went to the beg breasts, gently, then he was rubbing all over the warm, silken skin. Despite the fact that they were farther from her furnace than were her buttocks, he observed, they were excitingly warm. She showed him how to use a thumb and finger to make her nipples harden and grow, and that added to Tom's delight.
"I'm going to show you something else you'll enjoy, dear," Janet told him as she caught one breast from below and squeezed it. "Open your mouth as wide as you can and I'll fill it with tit for you to suck. There ... that's it ... here it comes, darling ... a nice big, warm tit to suck," she said and filled his mouth with satiny breast.
As Ted sucked, she rubbed the back of his neck and head, noticing how wet his hair had become, delighting in the feel of having her breast sucked.
She enjoyed it so much that when she took it away from him, Janet turned and fed him the other which he accepted eagerly.
"You did a beautiful job with my tits, darling," she told him as he finished sucking the second one and together they looked at her breasts, shining with the moisture of his mouth, the nipples excitingly long and hard. "Would you like me to take my corselette right off so you can see all the rest of me?"
"Oh yes, but later, after we've done everything, I'd sure like you to put it on again."
"Of course, dear. I'm glad you're such a corselette fan. After we've fucked, I'll put it on again and I think it will help you get your dick hard again, faster than if I stayed bare naked. Do you want me to get up, or just wriggle out of it on the bed?"
"Oh please get up. Maybe it would be best if you turned your back to me to take it down. I'm so anxious to see your ass. It looks so nice and big."
"All right, dear. My ass really is quite big and smooth and white. I'll take my corselette down slowly and bare my big butt just a little at a time so you can see my cheeks and my ,crack as I uncover them."
Janet got off the bed, her breasts swaying, then he sat on the edge of it, his feet on the floor. As Janet moved a little away from him he saw her reflection in a mirror and was excited that he would be able to watch the frontal as well as the rear view.
Turning her head to bathe him with a warm smile, she began tugging the garment down. As she wrestled with it, he stared at the reflection of her swaying breasts, then he saw the top of the valley between the white cheeks and he forgot all about the mirror. She kept her promise and worked the garment down with deliberate slowness, and his heart pounded, his penis throbbed as she unveiled her wide white behind with the deep looking crack between the plump cheeks. As the black garment kept moving down to bare the exciting white, Tom felt a compelling urge to pull the big cheeks apart so that he could stare between them. He had a hunch he would be allowed to do that, later, and hoped his hunch proved correct.
"Oh Janet," he gasped, "your ass is so big and beautiful. It's so white and smooth and your crack is beautiful too."
"Thank you, darling," she told him turning to flash him another thrilling smile, wriggling her big white behind and patting a cheek lightly with a hand which added to the boy's wild arousal. "Do you like the way I wriggle my butt for you, dear?"
"Oh yes, Janet, I like it ... I love it ... I love everything about you. Are you really going to let me play with your bare ass?"
"Of course I am, dear, and I'm going to enjoy it at least as much as you will. As soon as I take this I'll lie on my tummy and you can help yourself."
She sat on the bed beside him and stripped her corselette and nylons down her legs, then they were gone and she was gloriously, thrillingly naked. She gave a little squeal of delight as she stood, turned to show him the wide triangle of shiny black foliage at the base of her generously rounded tummy, then she got onto the bed and sighed warmly as she lay on her tummy, turning her face so that she could look into the mirror to watch his reflection as he set out to enjoy an orgy with her big behind.
Both hands went to the satiny smooth cheeks and he emitted a little crying sound as he began feeling them, rubbing and squeezing in obvious ecstasy.
"Please, Janet," he asked then, "may I open your crack and look right in it?"
"You sweet darling, you may open my crack and do anything you like. I bathed carefully and my hole is nice and clean, like the rest of my crack. Go ahead, dear, enjoy yourself as I'm doing."
The tips of his fingers hurried into the deep, excitingly warm valley, then he pulled the big rounds well apart and cried out again at the sight of her pink puckered anus which looked so small in the center of what was so beautifully big.
Acting on an impulse which had been born during the years of dreaming with catalogue pictures, he pressed his face into the warmth of her crack and then it was Janet's turn to cry out as she felt his warm, moist breath where she had never felt breath before. He pressed down so firmly that the woman could tell he was wishing he could bury his face totally between her buttocks and she joined him in that wish. After a little while, he began licking up and down the valley and went on doing so until saliva was running down and into her crotch, making it excitingly wet for her.
Moving his face then, he licked all over the white rounds, from time to time, taking firm flesh into his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth in playful biting which she told him she loved, so he went on doing it as she rubbed her mons yeneris on the sheet.
"Are you ready to see my cunt now?" Janet asked and he told her eagerly that he was.
He raised his face from her behind, then she turned over, her legs opened, her knees bent up and then he was staring hotly into the first female crotch he had ever seen. His hands followed his eyes as he panted, his mouth and throat dry, then the tips of his fingers were exploring her soft, very warm organ.
"Oh Janet," he panted, "it's so pretty. It's like a pretty mouth in your crotch, with lips and everything."
"Is it, dear? Would you like to kiss my pretty pink crotch mouth like you kiss my other mouth?"
"Oh yes, Janet," he replied and had barely finished saying the words when she felt his mouth on her vulva and she groaned and her behind jerked up off the sheet.
But it was only a very brief kiss and then he was sucking, instinct telling him what to do. After he'd sucked for a while, he recalled what she had said earlier about using the tongue in cunnilingus and he hurried his into her organ, drawing a loud cry from her.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, raising his face from her crotch, a look of concern on it.
"Only when you took your face out of my crotch*" she told him with a smile. "If you do a good job of sucking and licking my cunt, you'll hear a lot of cries and howls, but it won't mean I'm in paid, just the opposite."
"Then here I go again, Janet," he said and licked his lips. "Your cunt feels and tastes so good."
He returned his mouth to her vulva and then he was sucking and lapping again, hearing her cries and sighs as though from a great distance as his hands rubbed over all the silken skin they could find, then Janet was crying one shrill cry after another and jerking so madly that he lost contact with her organ, she rolled over and he saw her rubbing hotly on the bed, her big behind in exciting motion, the cheeks clenched, then she sighed, her muscles relaxed and her buttocks returned to their lovely round shape.
"Oh darling," she panted as she rolled onto her back again, her body shining with sweat, "that was the greatest, most beautiful thing anyone ever did to me."
"Do you mean it?" he asked, his eyes shining with delight.
"I more than mean it, darling. You showed me the real heaven. Come now, while my pussy is still tingly from that heavenly come, stick that hark cock in me and take your fuck. This will be a short one, but the next time you fuck me, it will last a long time."
Trembling, he moved into her wide open crotch and with some difficulty, worked his penis into the soft warmth of her juicy organ. With hurried strokes, he buried it all the way and her arms held him tightly as she sighed and panted with ecstasy.
"Your cock is big, darling, as big as a full grown man's, and it's so hard and strong. Fuck me, darling," she urged, out of her mind with arousal, "fuck me hard and shoot your cream to me. Oh yes ... yes ... that's the way to fuck, you angel, you're a natural fucker, a natural cunt tapper, a natural everything. Oh, what a sweet, lovely, heavenly fucking you're giving me, you angel. Fuck me, darling, fuck hard ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... oh Jesus ... ooooohhhhhhhhhh."
And then his groaning was louder than hers as his charge exploded so strongly that it was as though he had never ejaculated before. He ground in her crotch as he tried to get not just his penis, but all of him into the hot, wet depths of her vagina, then he lay tiredly on her warm body, breathing deeply, too tired to move or to talk.
After he had rested on her for a long time, Janet whispered that she had to urinate. With her permission, he followed her to the bathroom, squatted beside the toilet and she delighted him by raising the seat, squatting above the toilet and he stared, fighting for focus as the stream broke from under her and hissed noisily into the water.
He paid the same rapt attention as she carefully washed and rinsed her crotch, then she lovingly washed and rinsed his soft penis, giving it a loving kiss when she finished. He followed her to the bedroom and watched as she put on the corselette again, fitted her big breasts into the cups, then she sat on the bed and carefully pulled her nylons up, thrilling him as he watched her fitting the suspenders to the dark, shimmering, expanded tops. When she finished, she slipped her high heeled shoes on again and once mo e, Ted found himself strangely wanting to cry. When he told her so, she explained how happiness can reach such a peak that tears are a perfectly natural reaction.
Later that afternoon, they returned to the bedroom, his penis strongly erect and they played for more than an hour, repeating the exciting games they had played earlier, before he fitted his penis into her again. This time, she showed him a different way of doing it as she knelt on all fours and he slipped it to her from behind, delighting in the thrill of riding her big, white behind, thrilling to the sounds of his tummy lightly spanking the big cheeks.
Ted didn't want to leave and that was a feeling she shared to, hiding the excitement she felt, she phoned his mother and told the woman that, with her permission, Ted was invited to spend the weekend with his friend Bob. Permission was granted, and after they had enjoyed a long, warmly exciting evening, Ted went to bed with his woman and played the husband role, playing it all the way, with his penis strong again, so strong that she climaxed during intercourse, something which hadn't happened often with her husband.
After that weekend, Ted and his woman had little chance to renew their sexual relationship until Bob went away to college, then they renewed it on a grand scale. By taking a circuitous route, Ted was able to enter the house through the back door without being seen, and he made the trip very often. Each time, the entire session centered around a black corselette which stayed in place for a long time.
While he fell more and more in love with the woman, he fell more and more in love with the corset which had become an integral part of her in his mind. Often, he would have her keep it on all through the piece. He would take the top down to fondle and suck her breasts, then she would replace the garment. After that, Ted would unhook her suspenders from her nylons, roll the garment up over her hips and he would pay tribute to her behind and crotch with his hands and mouth, then have intercourse.
When he graduated from high school, Ted wanted to take a job and remain in town as Janet's lover, but she wouldn't permit it. He had his future to think of, she pointed out and he was going to go to college. She made it clear that if he didn't, their affair was finished.
The college he attended was too far away to permit Ted to get home often, but each time he did, he and Janet renewed their relationship, the corset still a vital object of his adoration, then he found out just how vital it had become.
His affair with Janet had given him more self confidence than he had ever known and soon, he began dating. It wasn't long before a girl he dated indicated to him that they could go all the way. He had aroused her highly and had done the same to himself.
As she took her dress off while he undressed, he saw that she wore a pale blue bra and matching panties. Since she was not wearing nylons, she wore no garter belt. With a suddenness which shocked them both, his penis fell limp.
She tried to rearouse him, then became angry when she saw that it wasn't working. Knowing he had hurt the girl, he told of his experience with the older woman and how her black corselette had so delighted him.
"Christ, you got some kind of a lingerie fetish," she said, then put her dress on again and told him to take her home. She wouldn't allow him to kiss her good-night and would never talk to him again.
Convinced that it was just a fluke, he dated other girls, but each time, it was the same. In time, he reached the stage where he couldn't stand the embarrassment of that kind of failure, so he stopped dating and turned back to masturbation, his fantasies filled with visions of Janet in her corselette.
Ted quickly returned to his old withdrawn personality and his studied showed it, his marks fell off to the point where he was called into a consultation and warned that if he did not begin doing better, he would be dropped from the school. He determined to try, but it wasn't easy.
It was in that frame of mind that he got the letter from Janet which told that her son had died as a result of an overdose of drugs. She told him she was going to the city where he died to make funeral arrangements, and then would return to her home to decide what to do.
But if she didn't know what she wanted to do, Ted did. Saving the school the trouble of dropping him, he dropped out on the day Janet was due back home. He slipped into town under the cover of darkness and, checking his suitcase in the bus depot, went to her home.
Despite the death of her son, she beamed with delight when she saw Ted in the doorway and invited him in. While Janet told him what she had learned of her late son, he understood why she had been able to take his death as calmly as she had. She had known he was on drugs, had been told he was totally hooked and was pushing to get the money to feed his own habit.
"His life would have been hell anyway," she said, sadness in her tone. "At least, this way he's out of it."
They changed the subject then and he explained what had happened to him. He told of his first and subsequent failure with girls his own age, and Janet pointed out that it was her fault for having inculcated the love of black corset in him.
Ted rejected that, telling her that he had been hooked on that particular garment before he had met her, and that it was the corset he had seen in the kitchen that had brought them together in the first place.
His plan was that she should sell her house and they would go to some new city to live. There, he could pose as her son, they could both work or, if she wished, she could stay at home and he would support her.
She rejected the idea, but her resolve weakened as she realized what his sexual predicament was and that he had already blown college anyway. Before long, she gave in and after that, she was as enthusiastic as he as they talked in the kitchen while she prepared a snack for them, then they ate, chatted some more, then went into the bedroom where it had all begun.
Smiling, she took her dress off to show him a new black corset, one which he loved as much as the old one as he reached for her. They played the familiar games and he functioned beautifully, making love to her three times before they called it a night.
Ted hid out in Janet's house by day, went out for fresh air only at night, when they walked together in the protective dark, and they made love as often as he could get an erection. His erection rate was very good, so that neither of them went sexually hungry.
In time, they moved to another city and began their new life in the mother-son role, for the rest of the world, husband-wife role for themselves, the black corset always the center of their world.
Ted's life is full and rich again. He has done well in his career and continues to do so. He is confident that if he tried what other men consider to be natural sex, he would meet the same failure again, but that no longer concerns him. With Janet and her corset, her body and her love, he has everything he wants from life and he appears to be a strong, intelligent, vital and very confident young man.
He and Janet have discussed the fact that she is so much older than he and that one day, by way of the natural process of life and of death, he may find himself alone. Ted sincerely hopes that won't happen, but if it does, he knows there will be other women and other black corselettes and is confident that even though there may never be another woman who could ever mean as much to him as his Janet, he knows he could survive.
Going back to the beginning, one sees how it all began with repression of sexual knowledge, pictures in a catalogue, then a chance sight of a corselette in a kitchen. One might even note that a broken suspender made it all possible since, if Janet hadn't had the corset in the kitchen to repair the suspender, he wouldn't have seen it.
How Ted's life would have developed then is merely conjecture, but he can't imagine any circumstances under which it could be as good, as thrilling or as rich as it is.
EPILOGUE
There are few facts considered more heinous by the conventionally minded in our society than for an older man or older woman to seek sex with an under-age individual. This has not always been true in all societies, for there are places in the world where it is considered beneficial for a man to teach an inexperienced girl the art and science of fucking, and a youth who is fortunate enough to have an older mistress is lucky indeed ... even in the United States of the nineteen seventies.
Traumatic damage to the psyches of the young people is usually cited as the reason for the prohibition of older/younger sex ... but the cases reported here demonstrate that such is not the case. Not in every instance, at least. Not only are some girls infinitely capable of accepting and enjoying sex with an older man, they actively seek it.
It usually comes as a surprise to those who promulgate the myth of childhood innocence that young girls can and do desire sex with men old enough to be their fathers, but any male teacher who has been in a classroom longer than two weeks will have experienced the circumstance of having to reject the advances of some quite delectable nookie. Some, of course, never reject it, but enjoy the full advanges of screwing their more willing students ... and some never come to the attention of the public.
One such individual, Del B., taught English in a small town in the mountains directly east of San Francisco. During his first year there, he encountered a student named La Verne, a studious sort of girl whose social life was somewhat limited in that she was considered a 'brain' by her fellow students. 'Brains' were social outcasts and were seldom asked out to school dances, the movies, or any of the other limited entertainment facilities the little town offered.
La Verne was, however, a remarkably attractive young girl, if one looked beyond the glasses, the severe hair style, the plain, unadorned clothing she wore. She had a remarkable set of tits, jutting forward and straining tightly against her blouse at all times. Her legs, which Del had had an opportunity to see on a number of occasions as he passed near the girls' athletic field, were long and tapered, and her body seemed to him to be made for the act of love.
But, while Del occasionally enjoyed the fantasy of sex with one or the other of his more desirable students, he hadn't ever translated his fantasy into the real world. Still, La Verne he thought about quite a lot, especially when banging his fat-assed wife at home, on those few occasions when she'd let him near her body. He imagined how tight her little pussy would feel, compared to the great gaping hole his wife offered.
Still, he didn't feel he'd ever want to take the chance of dipping his horny wick into her untried hole, for La Verne was not the kind of chick who gave any hint of sexual desire at all. Unlike some of the other girls who were in Del's classes, she never deliberately spread her legs during a lecture to allow him to see clear up to the crotch of her panties. When he bent over her desk to help her with a knotty grammatical problem, she always modestly held the top of her blouse close to her chest to prevent his being able to look down and see the cleavage of her tits encased in her tight bra. Other girls might, but not La Verne.
And it happened one night near the time of the first long vacation of the year that the faculty had a Christmas party planned in a lodge along a river some miles from the town. Del's wife had gone to visit her mother, leaving behind the two children they had. Del wanted to go to the party, but he had no desire to leave the youngsters alone at night, so he arranged with LaVerne for her to come to his house in Fox Acres and babysit. He told her he'd be out late, he'd have been drinking when he got home, and not to wait up for him. She told him to have a good time, and off he went.
The party was dull, as most such parties are, especially in a faculty composed primarily of married couples with no inclination to swing. Del drank more than he was accustomed to, but not to such excess he couldn't drive the twisting mountain roads home. He got back to his house about one-thirty in the morning, and upon entering was surprised to find La Verne up and waiting for him.
"I thought I told you to go to sleep," he said, smiling at her. "You don't mind very well."
She grinned impishly at him.
"I never learned how," she replied. "Besides, I thought you could use some coffee when you came in."
"You've got coffee made?" he said, and she nodded, scurrying into the kitchen to pour him a cup.
He sat heavily on the couch, drink and long hours having made him weary. She brought the coffee, which he took and placed carefully on the arm of the couch as she sat next to him.
"Did you have a good time at the party?" she asked.
He shrugged.
"Not too," he said. "It's a drag, being around those people all the time."
"Aren't you glad you had me to come home to?"
He looked at her sharply. He was very aware at that moment of her tits, just inches from his chest as they both half-turned on the couch to face each other. Her ripe lips, faintly moist, were within easy kissing distance. All he'd have to do would be lean forward and press his lips against hers. But would she want him that way?
It was a question he has to learn the answer to. No matter what the consequences, he had to know the lush warmth of La Verne's kiss.
But before he could reach for her, she took matters into her own hands and kissed him. She opened her lips and her tongue became a searing probe, forcing his lips open. She began to moan softly as she took his hand and guided it to her breast.
Del's mind clouded sharply then, and everything was forgotten in the haze of passion that filled him. He cupped her mammoth mammary in her hand and rolled it around and around as they clung together tightly in their rising lust. He pressed her back on the couch then, the coffee cup spilling onto the floor unheeded. His body was partly atop her, and he began rubbing his hard cock against her body, impeded by their clothing.
He gently unbuttoned her blouse and spread it back from her gorgeous tits, still in the bra. He buried his face then in her cleavage, inhaling the subtle aroma of aroused girlhood, knowing intuitively at that moment that she wanted him all the way.
"Oh del," she whispered, calling him by his first name for the first time ever. "That feels so good."
He moved so he could roll her to her side slightly, allowing him to reach around behind her and free her bra fastenings. Her huge tits tumbled free, and he pulled the cups completely away, so he could bend then and suck delicately at her erect, firm nipples.
She moaned loudly at the first touch of his lips on her nipple, gripping his head tightly in an effort to increase the level of delight she was experiencing. At the same time, he dropped his hand between her thighs, which she opened eagerly at his touch, and slid his fingers upward into her juicy crotch. The band of her panties were soaked with her sex juices, making it easy for him to work his finger around the band to find the soft, yielding flesh beneath.
"Ooooh! Del! Del! Del!" she cried, grabbing his hand and pressing it tightly into her crotch. "I feel like I'm on fire!"
"Lift your hips so I can take your panties off," he whispered, blowing in her ear at the same time.
She did as he asked, and he rolled the filmy garment down over her hips and removed them, tossing them carelessly aside. As soon as she was pantyless, he separated the lips of her cunt and began fingering her with skill born of long practice, causing the delightful child to twist and writhe in an agony of desire. He found her tiny clitoris, untouched so far by human hand, and began rolling it around and around under the pad of his middle finger, until suddenly she let out a little scream, bucked up against him sharply, and came with the force of incorporated pistols.
"What ... what did you do?" she gapsed, looking up at him in wonder.
He smiled softly at her.
"I made you come," he said. "That's the feeling that sex is all about."
"Really?"
"That's right. Everything in the world revolves around coming ... even though most people won't admit it."
"It was ... well, just grand. I've never felt anything like that in my life."
"There's more to come," he said. "Feel this."
He took her hand and guided it to his cock, straining in erection against the clothing he still wore.
"That feels hot," she said, pressing her hand against the bulge. "It is," he said.
"What ... how ... I mean..."
As she stuttered through her confusion, he quickly undid his belt and shucked his trousers, taking his shorts down with them. Then he put her hand on his bare, throbbing cock.
"Oooh!" she cried delightedly. "That feels so strange!"
"Play with it, darling," Del whispered. "I'll show you something else you've never seen before."
He guided her hand and taught her the up and down motion of cock-playing. She was a quick learner, so in no time at all she had the motion down pat and was working away on his cock with the expertise of a true masturbator.
He lay back on the floor, digging the hand action she was giving him, closing his eyes and enjoying the wondierful feeling coursing through his body.
Suddenly he was close to his come, and he decided to let it happen, to take his first one this way, so lovely La Verne could see the effect of his orgasm.
"Watch what happens," he gasped as her hand fairly flew up and down the long, hard shaft of his cock. Now!"
As he cried the last word, his cock spurted great gouts of thick, white cream.
"Oooh, it's leaking," she said, but she kept stroking his cock anyway. The thick cream continued to fountain from his cock for spasm after spasm, until at last it was done and his cock began to shrink back to its soft size.
LaVerne continued to look at the shrinking organ in amazement, never having seen nor even suspected that the male cock behaved in this way. After he'd recovered his breath, Del explained to her the mechanism of what she'd seen, the way babies were made, and why great care had to be exercised when a couple fucked if they didn't want a child.
She knew about fucking, of course, as any chick whose reached high school age does, but she didn't know the first thing about the actual way it was accomplished. Ever the teacher, Del decided to teach her how to fuck the best way possible ... starting with the taking of her cherry as easily and painlessly as he could.
He showed her the cherry, that tiny, useless tab of skin blocking entrance to her vagina, making her feel it herself so she'd know exactly what it was. Then he told her how he was going to penetrate it with his cock, but gently, without hurting her, so she'd feel nothing more than a momentary tugging in her pussy before she'd have his cock all the way inside.
But, knowing that she'd have to be extremely well lubricated, he decided first he'd go down on her, eat her pussy until she'd come at least once, and with the combination of his saliva and her pussy juices make his entrance to her tight cunt easier. As he slipped his face down between her legs, she spread them in anticipation, for though she had no idea exactly what he was going to do next, she trusted him enough to allow him total and complete access to her body.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" she cried, as he sucked her tiny but hard clitoris into his mouth, nursing on it with the avidity a hungry baby would use on a milk-filled nipple suddenly placed in its mouth. "Oh, god, that feels so good!"
He couldn't speak, for his mouth was full, but he loved the notion that he was providing her with such incredible levels of delight that she began to twist and buck beneath him. At the same time, he gently inserted a finger into her tight twat, pressing against the offending tab of flesh to test its resiliency, to see how much pressure would be necessary to puncture it.
He was pleased when he discovered that it would take very little indeed, for her cherry looked as if it had been worn away on a bicycle seat or something. So he pressed tightly against it with his index finger, and as she continued to buck against his face to increase her pleasure, there was a sudden increase in pressure, then her hymen ruptured and his finger penetrated her virgin body.
"Oh!" she gasped. "What happened?"
"Did it hurt?"
"No ... I mean, yes. A little. What was it."
"I just took your cherry with my finger."
"Really."
"Really." He looked down to see only a tiny spot of blood to indicate her ruptured cherry. "And it wasn't that bad, was it?"
"No," she said. "What you were doing with your mouth was much better."
"I know. I figured you'd like that."
"Do it some more."
"Okay," he said. "But you've got to promise me something."
"What's that?"
"You've got to promise to do the same for me if I ask you to."
"I will. Oh, I will."
"I won't want it tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Or some other time."
As he finished speaking, he nuzzled his face back into her steaming crotch and began really giving her the benefit of his skilled lip and tongue action. It didn't take him long to bring her to a come again, so that in a few moments she pressed her thighs tightly against the side of his head and came, her body exploding in a thousand fragments of come. Her muscles rippled so that her cunt juices splashed out against his face, lubricating his lips and wafting a wondrous aroma to his nostrils. His prick wept pre-fuck fluid in response.
"I never thought anything could feel so good," LaVerne said, sitting up. "I've heard some of the girls at school talk about how good it felt to come, but I didn't believe them, and I never tried it for myself."
"Never?"
"Well ... a couple of times, but I didn't know what to do, so I didn't get anything out of it. All I got was a stinky finger." She giggled. "And I'll bet your face is all stinky now."
She leaned forward and kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth. Then she broke away.
"I like the way I taste," she said. "That's funny. I didn't think I would."
"It's a good taste," he said. "I like it."
"Do you do it to your wife?"
"Not any more. Her pussy is old and stale, like dead fish. Yours is fresh and sweet."
"Thank you, kind sir."
"Now it's time to fuck," he said. "If you think you're ready."
All the time they'd been talking, he'd been fondling her pussy with his fingers, trying to make her feel more passion than before. She'd begun a slight, undulating movement against his hand, indicating that her passion was rising once more, so he rolled atop her and guided the head of his huge cock against her tiny, pink slit. He pressed forward slowly, gently, forcing apart the untried channel as LaVerne writhed and twisted beneath him. Finally he had his cock sunk all the way into her, and he left it there for a moment, delighting to find that she braced her feet against his knees to give her additional purchase when the fuck-motion began.
His stroking began slowly, only a fraction of an inch, and then it became stronger and longer as she answered with hip thrusts of her own. In only moments after her pussy had been invaded by a cock for the first time, they were fucking away as though she'd been doing it for years. In the heat of passion, Del forgot to pull his cock out at the moment of orgasm, so he flooded her cunt with thick, rich baby-making cream ... and then, when his faculties returned, he took her quickly into the bathroom and helped her douche, in a belated effort to avoid a baby.
However, no such unfortunate results occurred, and LaVerne became Del's mistress, spending every spare moment they could alone. Though no one ever caught them fucking, the relationship between the two of them became apparent to the entire school, and as gossip flew, so too did Del's chance for promotion in that district. As a result, he decided to resign mid-year and seek his fortunes elsewhere. He hated giving up the hot-bodied little chick, but he had no choice. Certainly if the affair had continued over a long period of time, the authorities would
