Peeping through keyholes wasn't the sort of thing Alma normally did, but that was just what she was doing and what she saw amazed her, to say the least. There, in his bedroom was Will, the fourteen-year-old son of her best friend. His pants and underwear had been dropped to his ankles, his hard penis was being held lovingly in his right hand and she knew he was masturbating.
But there was more. In his other hand he held the pair of pale blue nylon panties she had been looking for in her room. They had been dropped on a chair beside her bed and then they had vanished.
As he played with his penis, the boy rubbed the nylon over his face, sniffed at the garment and took it between his lips in what was obviously an orgy for one boy and one pair of panties.
Alma and Will were alone in the house as they would be for six weeks. Alma's friend Jeanette, a divorcee, was away for that period and Alma was sitting in at her home for her. It was just a favor for a special friend and Alma had never expected that in the course of her stay there, she would be in a state of sexual arousal.
That was something she hadn't permitted to happen in a lot of years. Earlier in life, there had been sex with men, but each experience had been bad, with the result that at an age when most women were really getting into sex, Alma was getting out of it.
At thirty-seven, it had been about fourteen years since any male had touched her and the lack of sex didn't disturb her at all. She had her work and her reading, her travel, a few female friends and that was enough. Sex just did not figure in her scheme of things.
But suddenly, all that was changing, the laboriously erected walls of defense she had employed so well for so many years, were crumbling and she felt something in her crotch that was so unfamiliar it was as though it were happening for the first time. Alma was as randy as a billy goat.
Kneeling with her eye to the keyhole, she watched as he fondled her panties and his penis for a long time, then came that crucial moment. He gasped aloud, a look of something akin to pain came over his face, then he turned on the bed and Alma watched him shooting his semen onto a paper he had placed there for that purpose. He spurted strongly and she was almost panting with excitement as she stared until the paper was well splattered and the boy was drained. Even at that he wasn't quite finished as he rubbed the panties over his face again, then, finding the crotch, he put it into his mouth and sucked on it.
When Alma saw Will drop her panties and begin to pull up his clothes, she left the door and went down to the kitchen to pour herself a drink in hopes that it would help her regain her composure. It didn't. After having lain dormant for fourteen years, sexual desire had reared its head within her and it was not going to lie down.
That was obvious to Alma after she finished the drink, so she went to the bathroom and pushed her panties down. Sitting on the edge of the toilet, she trembled with unfamiliar arousal as she played with her vulva, each touch of her fingers sending spasms racing through her body, then she sighed deeply as she inserted a finger into her slit and began stroking there. As the finger touched her clitoris the first time, her body jerked strongly, then she was stroking it hotly, panting with passion. Orgasm came and it was strong, beautiful and long lasting as her bare behind rubbed over the seat.
When it was over, Alma decided she had to make it happen again. This time she stood to finger herself and as she looked at her fallen panties, she thought about the boy and his love of her panties. It was then that she realized that if he was so excited about her panties as a garment in his hand, his joy would be limitless if he got to see and feel her panties when they were snugged around her body. The thought added to her excitement and then there was a different excitement as the stroking finger triggered another orgasm and she panted and her body jerked through a long, strong series of spasms.
Her crotch felt wet when she pulled her panties up and felt the nylon snug in her crotch. She thought of how Will would find her panties very interesting with the aroma of her moisture in them and she smiled as she patted the crotch with the fingers of her right hand.
"Here you sexy little devil," she said under her breath, her hand rubbing gently. "Come and sniff the crotch of my panties now. If you're a good boy, I may let you take them down so you can sniff my hot cunt and lick it and suck it. I'll let you suck my cunt until I have a big come and then you can stick your hard little dick up my slit and fuck me. Fucking a soft, juicy cunt is so much better than fucking your hand, Will. Wouldn't you love to lie down on my bare naked body and fuck me right up the cunt?"
Alma couldn't believe that she was actually saying such things, but she was and the thoughts refused to be turned off. What would it be like, she wondered, to take the boy into her bedroom, undress for him and invite him to play with her nude body?
The thought persisted through the rest of the afternoon, and what frightened her most was her fear that she would not be able to resist the strong temptation, that she would not just think about seducing the boy, but would actually do it. She kept telling herself that for a woman of thirty-seven to seduce an innocent little boy of fourteen would be a crime, but for all she said it, she didn't seem to be listening so well and the temptation continued to build until she sensed that she was going to lose the battle and Will was going to lose his innocence.
After dinner that evening, Alma bathed carefully, then selected her sexiest lingerie. In her friend's dresser, she found a black garter belt and dark nylons and after putting them on, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw what Will was going to see. It wasn't hard to guess what the effect on the boy would be and then she was trembling again as she stood before the mirror, having added black bra and panties and then she pulled on the shortest dress she owned. It wasn't as short as she would have liked, but she told herself it would do very nicely.
She found Will watching television and after they exchanged greetings, she sat opposite him and pretended to be reading a paper while she drove him wild with a series of displays of nylon sheathed legs and thighs, bare skin and black suspenders. Alma had to fight the urge to part her legs wide, reach into her crotch and stroke herself. Finally she compromised by moving her knees wide apart and giving the boy a good look at the way her black panties snugged against her hot vulva.
The game was underway then and Alma knew there could be no turning back, no stopping until she had taken him all the way into the wonderful world of sex and felt his semen shoot into the depths of her vagina.
Putting the paper down, Alma smiled at the boy and what she saw in his face told her how wildly excited he was, how eager he would be for the seduction she had planned for him.
"Will, dear," she said, "I want to wash a couple of pairs of panties, but I left them on a chair by my bed. Would you mind getting them for me?"
"Sure," he said as he got to his feet, looking excited.
"You don't mind handling my panties, do you?"
"Oh no," he said, looking and sounding more nervous.
"When I say handling my panties, I mean the ones on the chair, not the ones I have on. It wouldn't be fair of me to ask you to handle my panties with me in them I guess," she added and gave a little laugh and a wink.
Will opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he stopped and hurried out of the room. While he was away, Alma explored the crotch of her panties and found them very warm as she rubbed lightly, then she heard him coming back.
Glancing at the hall mirror, she watched him stop just outside the door and press the panties against his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply, then rubbing the nylon garments all over his face.
"Thanks dear," she said as she took them from him. "I suppose I should wash out the panties I have on as well. I wonder," she added, then pulled the hem of her dress high and ran a hand over the crotch of them. "Oh, I think they'll do, don't you?"
His eyes were wide with excitement and she heard labored breathing.
"You like panties, don't you, dear?" she asked then and sat beside him on the couch.
"I ... yes," he replied nervously.
"I guess most men and boys do, Will. After all, panties look and feel so sexy and they do cover a woman's pussy and ass, and I guess that makes them even more exciting. Since you borrowed mine this afternoon, I know how much you like them. Did my panties make it more exciting when you pulled your wire?"
Will blushed furiously, but Alma put a hand on his thigh and squeezed, telling him he didn't need to be embarrassed.
"I used to know a man who begged me to wear the same pair of panties for days, then let him use them. He'd sniff them and suck on the crotch and rub them all over his face and body, then he'd take his cock out and jerk off in them. After that, I don't think it strange that you like to sniff my nylon panties."
"I ... how did you know ... about today, I mean?" Will asked, haltingly.
"I noticed my panties were missing, I went looking and it led me to you. I got really excited watching you pull yourself and shoot your juice. Why didn't you squirt it right into my panties?"
"I ... I knew it would make a mess. You'd find out and be angry."
"I wouldn't be angry, dear," Alma told the boy and moved her hand a little higher on his thigh. "In fact, I got very horny while I was watching you, especially when your cream was shooting out of your hard prick like that. Did it feel good?"
"Yes. It always feels good. It felt really great after playing with your panties though. I'm glad you're not angry."
"Of course I'm not angry, dear. We're going to spend a lot of time together this Summer and we may as well have fun," she told him with a conspiratorial wink and a warm smile which added to his excitement. "Tell me, dear, do you get excited when you see a woman in her panties?"
"Oh, I never saw that. Just now, when you showed me a little of yours, that was the most I ever saw."
"Did your cock get hard, dear?"
"Yes."
"Is it still hard?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad to hear that, Will. I'm very excited too. A woman doesn't get hard when she's horny, but her cunt gets hot. My cunt is very hot right now. I have a case of what is called hot panties. I feel all hot inside the crotch of my little black panties. I feel like I want to play with myself, you know, rub the crotch of my panties, then take them down and finger my cunt until I have a big come. It means I'm a very naughty girl. I hope I haven't shocked you, dear."
"Oh no. I never heard a woman talk like that before. It's so exciting. Women can't shoot like boys, can they?"
"No, dear. When a woman plays with her cunt and uses a finger to stroke inside, she doesn't shoot, but she has a come. It happens inside and it makes her cunt all juicy and hot. Twice, after I watched you jerking off. I fingered my cunt and had real great comes. See those white panties you have there? If you put a hand inside, on the crotch, you'll feel where they were all wet from my cunt juice. Go ahead and feel them, dear."
Trembling, the boy did so and she heard him panting as lust drove him wild. Taking the panties from him, she turned them inside out, found the crotch and rubbed it over his lips and nose, moving closer to him so that a breast pressed against his shoulder.
"Oh Will, I'm getting so excited, so horny. Tell me, would you like to play sexy games with panties and things? Of course, you'll have to promise never to tell a soul, no matter what."
"Oh, I promise. I'd never tell. Gee, Aunt Alma, you're so nice, so exciting. It's like it's some kind of a dream or something."
"I know how you feel, dear. I haven't had any sex in years. I gave up on it, but suddenly, I'm really worked up about you and I'd love to play naughty games. Tell me, is it only panties you're interested in, dear?"
"Oh no. I'd love to see everything. I'd love to take a woman's panties down and see everything and feel. I like brassieres too and I'd love to see what's in them. I think yours are bigger than Mom's, aren't they?"
"My tits? Yes, darling, they're bigger. Do you think you'd like to take my bra off and play with my nice big tits? Most men like to play with tits and suck them and everything."
"Oh yes, Aunt Alma. I'd really love that. I'd give anything to be able to do it."
"I'm not really your aunt, dear, I'm just a friend. Just call me Alma."
"Yes, Alma. Would you really let me do that? Are you just teasing me?"
"No, dear, I'm not teasing. I like you very much and I'm just as excited and horny as you are. Here, look down the top of my dress and have a peek at my tits. See right between them, down the valley. Doesn't it look exciting?"
"Oh yes," he panted as she bent close and he looked down into the top of her dress, inhaling deeply, seeking the perfume of woman body as he feasted his eyes on what she offered.
"Oh please, Aunt Al ... I mean, Alma, may I touch?"
"For now, dear, feel my tits through my dress. I think it would be better if we took our time. Things like this shouldn't be rushed, you know."
Taking him by the wrists, she guided his hands to her bust and then he was rubbing and squeezing, his breathing harsh, perspiration standing out on his forehead.
"Ooohhhh, I like the way you feel my tits, darling," she told him and sighed. "Think of how it will be later, after you've taken my bra off and you're playing with my bare naked tits."
"Are you really going to let me do that?"
"Yes dear," she assured him, then opened the top button of her dress, parted the garment, then drew his face down into the warm cleavage of her white breasts and felt him inhaling as he pressed his face warmly in the valley.
"Doesn't it feel nice, dear to have your face right there between my pretty tits? Oh darling, we're going to have such sexy fun. Let's go up to my bedroom where we'll have lots of room to play and do sexy things with each other."
Leading the way, Alma paused at the foot of the stairs, picked up the hem of her dress and held it high so that the boy, following close behind, saw the expanded tops of sheer nylons, bare thighs above, then as she raised the dress higher, he saw her lush buttocks, only partially covered by the black nylon panties. His knees became weak and he trembled as he followed, staring hotly at the promise of sexy heaven. She paused again at the top of the steps, raised her dress even higher and wriggled her plump bottom, giggling as she drove the boy wild with arousal the like of which he had never known.
Will hurried into the bedroom behind her, but his eager smile faded as she dropped the hem of her dress. It returned quickly though when she gathered him into her arms and as she hugged him, she guided his hands to the back of her dress and then he was avidly rubbing and squeezing her ample buttocks through her dress and panties, his hard young penis feeling more alive and eager than it ever before had.
It wasn't that the boy was thinking of getting it into her body, that was beyond his wildest dreams, but he dreamed a confused dream of rubbing it on her panties and shooting his semen there while he pressed tightly against her, held her panty clad bottom with both hands and pressed his face into the warm, white valley between her big breasts as she held him the way she was holding him then.
As Alma gently pushed him away, the boy looked up into her face, his eyes wet, then he was trembling as he watched her unbutton the top of her dress. Her smile was dazzling, her tongue a live thing as it licked over her shining lips, then he gasped as she slowly pulled the top of her dress open to display the cups of her black bra. She heard a low groan of passion as she pulled the dress down and let it fall to her waist.
It was all there for him to see, the bulging cups of the black bra, the white mounds and the cleavage, then the smooth skin below. Never had Will imagined anything so exciting and he had to fight his eyes to make them focus.
"In a little while, dear," Alma told the boy, "I'll let you feel my tits through my bra, then I'll let you take the bra off and I'll give you my lovely big tits to play with."
"Oh yes, Alma, I want that. I want to see and feel your tits. They look so big and so smooth and pretty."
"You'll have them, darling and a lot more. You know, my panties can come down too. A nice boy like you could easily peel them down and make me bare naked. First though, I want you to take off all your clothes for me. Let me see you all naked. I want to look at your cock and your balls and I want to feel them and play with them. Hurry, Will, strip for me."
Normally, the thought of undressing in the presence of a woman would have terrified Will, but the circumstances of the moment were not normal and he hurriedly took his clothes off and then he was standing naked before her, trembling and panting as he stared at her semi-naked body while she smiled and reached for him.
Her hands rubbed gently over his chest and back and then one of them captured his stiff penis while the other cupped the sac below and she kept him trembling as she played with him.
"What a nice hard cock you have, darling," she told him. "Can you imagine how nice it would feel inside my cunt? I'm tempted to allow you to stick it in my cunt and fuck me. If you keep me getting excited and horny, dear, I just may lie down with my legs wide apart and let you lie in my crotch and fuck me with your hard little prick. Think of how it would feel to fuck me and shoot your cream up my cunt the way a man does when he fucks a woman."
"Oh Alma, would you really let me do that to you?"
"I may, dear. Come stand between my legs and play with my bra while I feel you up all over. Make my tits feel good for me, darling."
Hurrying to the woman as she sat with the hem of her dress hiked above the expanded tops of her nylons, Will's hands reached for the jutting black cups and then he felt her hands capture his buttocks and play with them as both his hands explored the black hills and his eyes probed in the valley between.
After a little while, she bent forward and told Will to unhook her bra, trying to picture what her lush breasts would look like when the bra was off the scene.
His trembling fingers didn't function well, but the last hook was slipped finally and the garment fell open. Telling him to step back, she smiled, paused, then there was another broken cry from the boy as she took the cups away from her breasts and the twin beauties were bared.
"Is this the first pair of tits you've ever seen?" she asked as she cupped them from below, then fingered her nipples and made them grow long and hard before his startled eyes.
"Oh yes. Oh, Alma, they're so beautiful, so big and smooth looking. Please, Alma, let me touch your big tits. I want to feel them."
"Of course, darling," she told him as she saw he was on the verge of tears. "Come and play with my tits. You must be very gentle though. You wouldn't want to hurt my tits, would you?"
"Oh no," he assured her and then he groaned again as his hands claimed the silken globes and he trembled as he rubbed and patted and fondled them. It was more than the boy had ever dreamed of and there was more to come as the beautiful, exciting woman kept assuring him. There was a lot of beauty revealed to him, but so much more to come.
Alma allowed him to fondle her breasts for a while, then she drew his head down and fed one into his mouth. Instinct showed him how to suck as he held the big globe with both hands, then transferred one hand to the other, fondling one as he sucked one. As thrilling as the lush breasts were, equally thrilling to him was the sounds of her sighing and moaning with passion as she rubbed his head with both hands and kept his mouth filled with breast.
When Alma took his face away from her left breast, she paused while they both admired it, then she fed the other breast into his mouth and he went to work on it, sucking and licking the nipple, filling his mouth with breast so that his jaws ached, but with a delicious ache that Will would have been delighted to endure forever, he thought.
"Oh God, darling, you really know how to suck on a woman's tits," Alma told him as she took the second one away from him and rubbed the nipple with the palm of her hand. "I'll let you take my dress right off now and you can see and feel some more nice things. My panties feel so hot in the crotch. When I let you suck them, you're going to feel my hot cunt right through the nylon. You do want to sniff and suck the crotch of my panties, don't you, darling?"
"Oh yes. I sure do," he told her, panting as she got to her feet and told him to push her dress down over her hips.
Kneeling in front of her, he began tugging at the dress. It wasn't easy tugging it over her wide hips, but Will worked at it and then he cried out in delight as the garment fell to her feet and he stared at the black panties which clung to the rounded tummy, the bulge of mons veneris and then curved down into the mystery of her crotch where it clung so tightly. Resting a hand on his shoulder, Alma stepped out of the dress, then stood with her feet apart as he stared with wide eyes, upward into her crotch. Nothing in all the world could be so beautiful, so exciting, the boy felt sure. Her thighs were so smooth and white and the black nylon of panties provided such a thrilling contrast.
Without being told, his hands went to her thighs to feel, then they rubbed upward until both of them were on her panties and he felt her body jerking while he played, his mind reeling, his penis throbbing as though ready to explode.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his face into the juncture of body and thighs, inhaling deeply, rubbing avidly as her hands rubbed his head, then Alma parted her legs more widely and his upturned face went into her crotch and she felt him sucking the crotch of her panties.
Nothing had ever so excited Alma and as he sucked, she rubbed her crotch back against his face and felt a thrilling promise of orgasm. She told herself that it wasn't possible, that she couldn't climax with a mouth working through her panties, but then the impossible was happening and her body was jerking madly as climax swept through her, climax like she had never experienced.
"It's all right, dear, it's all right," she told him after the orgasm passed and she was able to stop shrieking and grunting. "You gave me a beautiful come by sucking on the crotch of my panties. Did I frighten you?"
"Yes. I thought I had hurt you somehow."
"You didn't hurt me, darling. You made me feel great. No man ever made me feel that good. Did you like sucking my panties like that?"
"Oh yes. It was wonderful. Please let me do it some more."
"I will, dear, but later. I have to let my cunt have a little rest. Come on to the bed and you can play with me some more. Play all you like, darling and then I'll let you take my panties off. They feel so hot and wet."
Her knees were weak as she went to the bed and lay face down on it, then the boy was crouched beside her, his hands exploring the seat of her panties and the exposed portions of white cheeks. After a while, his mouth went to work on her again, kissing and licking and sucking nylon and well fleshed hips while she sighed and moaned and told him how good it felt and how she didn't want him to stop.
And since he didn't want to stop either, it worked out just fine for both of them and it wasn't long before his mouth made the seat of her panties as wet as it had the crotch. While he kissed and licked, he saw the crack of her behind looking shadowy through the black nylon and hungered to get her panties down so that he could get his hands and mouth on her bare behind. Inexperienced as Will was, he couldn't be sure he was doing the things she wanted, but she sounded and acted happy and that was more than enough for him.
"Would you like to suck the crotch of my panties some more, dear?" Alma asked as she slowly rolled over. "What your mouth does there really drives me crazy with passion."
When he assured her that he'd love to, she told Will to wait, then she positioned herself with her knees apart and bent up, her crotch wide open and so inviting looking as the eager boy stared.
"Oohhhh, I'm so nice and wet," she said with delight as she rubbed a hand in her crotch. "Take a good look at my crotch, darling, then come and suck my panties for me. I've never had my panties sucked before and I love it the way you do it. Come, dear, come and suck my panties some more."
Will hurried his face into her crotch and sucked the warm wet nylon, thrilling to the feel of her soft vulva, panting to have his mouth right on it without the nylon covering it. As much as he loved panties, he was eager then to get them out of the way so that he could sample the feel and taste of the real thing.
As before, he sucked beautifully and before long, Alma went into orgasm again, her silken thighs rubbing his face while a hand tangled in his wet hair and loud cries of ecstasy filled the room.
This time, when Alma forced his face out of her crotch, the boy sneaked a hand there and rubbed warm, wet nylon, trembling as he felt the outline of vulva through the thin fabric, thrilled to the softness and the warmth of the delicate organ which he hoped to see before very long.
"You've turned out to be a wonderful lover, Will," the woman said as he continued to rub her crotch. "I'm going to let you take my panties down now as a reward."
Alma got off the bed and stood with her back to him, then told him to kneel.
"A man should always be on his knees when he lowers a woman's panties," she explained. "There now, darling, you may take my panties all the way down and then I'll step out of them and be bare naked for you. That's it, dear, nice and slow. View my big, bare ass a little at a time. It's much more exciting, isn't it?"
"Oh yes, Alma. I can see your pretty white cheeks and your crack and everything. Oh Alma, this is such an exciting thing. You're so pretty, your skin is so smooth and white. Are you going to let me kiss and lick all over your ass and in your crack and everything?"
"Yes, dear, after you've kissed and licked a while, I'll bend over to open my crack and then you may kiss and lick my little asshole. I think you'll like that. I have a cute little pink asshole and I'd love to get it kissed and sucked. Would you like to suck my hole?"
He assured her he would, her panties fell around her ankles and then she stepped out of them, her black garter belt and nylons emphasizing her lovely nudity.
"Are you going to take the other things off now?" Will asked as his hands went to her buttocks to feel their silken texture.
"No dear, I think a woman looks sexier this way, don't you?"
"Oh yes. I think you're the sexiest looking woman in the world, Alma. Are you going to let me kiss and lick your ass now?"
"Yes, darling, go ahead. I'll rest my hands here on the night table. There, do I look sexy enough with my big bare ass sticking out like that?"
"You sure do. It makes your crack open and I can see your hole. It's so small and pink. It's really pretty."
"Is it pretty enough to kiss, dear? I've never had my asshole kissed or licked."
Will didn't reply, but Alma felt hands pulling her buttocks apart, then his face was between them and when she felt the ardent kiss on her anus, she moaned hotly.
"Oh darling," she panted as he kissed and licked, "that's so exciting ... It's so sexy ... Lick my hole some more ... Oh Will ... Will ... You're so sweet ... One day, I'm going to let you stick your cock up my asshole to fuck me there ... I'll let you bugger my ass ... Oh you lovely boy ... You're sucking my hole ... Yes, dear, suck ... suck my hole ... suck ... suck ... "
Will loved his work, loved the feel of his face in the warmth between her nether cheeks and he went on kissing and licking and sucking there, confident that he was by far the luckiest boy in the world.
"Oh stop, dear ... stop ... stop," Alma said, panting, her behind jerking convulsively. "My poor little hole feels so raw. Oh my God, how you lick, you darling lover. Come now, we'll get on the bed and I'll give you something else to lick and suck. I'm going to give you a banquet of juicy cunt. You do want to suck my cunt, don't you, darling?" she asked. "It tastes even better than wet panties and you can suck all you want. You can get your tongue all the way into my cunt like a cock and fuck me that way."
They hurried onto the bed and then Alma was lying on her back, her knees up and wide apart, her crotch wide open and eager, the tips of her fingers parting pink lips to show the boy the wet, red interior of a slit to which his mouth hurried.
Will sucked greedily, pulling tender lips right into his mouth, then opening his mouth wide, fitting it over the juicy slash and sucking wetly. While he sucked, he heard the woman moaning and added his own muffled moaning sounds.
When he remembered what she had said about what his tongue could do, he licked his way inside and he heard her loud cry of ecstasy. Pressing his face in the warm crotch, he got his tongue as far into that slit as he could, so far that the root of his tongue hurt him, but not enough to make him stop. He found a rich supply of juice there and lapped it up avidly, his hands rubbing her well fleshed hips and tummy as he gorged himself on woman juice. As for Alma, what was happening to her was so fantastic that she found herself hurting her breasts as she squeezed and rubbed them while her big thighs hotly rubbed the face which so sweetly invaded her crotch.
When she could get control of her voice, Alma began to guide the actions of the boy's tongue and then she had what she wanted and she was moaning again as he licked her clit, each touch of the slightly raspy tongue sending shivers all over her body. The shivers continued until they became one fantastic shiver which rocked her whole being as she howled into an orgasm that was strong and lovely beyond belief, an orgasm the like of which she had never even imagined.
While she rested, the boy fondled and kissed her firm, smooth breasts and she felt his penis hard against her thighs. She trembled again as she told herself that soon, the stiff penis would be inside her vagina. With that thought came a sense of urgency and she knew she had rested enough and it was time for the main event, her first act of intercourse in fourteen years.
"Now, my beautiful darling," she told him as she rubbed his head with both hands, "it's time for you to take your very first fuck. Lie down right on top of me and stick your stiff prick in my cunt. You're going to fuck me, darling, you're really going to fuck me now and shoot your cream up my hot, juicy cunt. My cunt will suck you off and drain your balls. Come on, darling, get aboard my belly and fuck my cunt until I'm weak."
Sweating, panting, his penis throbbing, the eager boy got onto her tummy and their groans intermingled as he lay atop her and felt his penis touching something soft and wet in her crotch. When he couldn't find the slit, he sent a hand between them and guided the hard little instrument to the opening, then cried out in triumph as he felt it going inside.
He wasn't sure he would know how to do it, but he saw that his body knew what his mind didn't and then he began riding his naked woman, his stiff penis thrusting strongly, working in and out of the heavenly place while her gentle hands rubbed his back and she urged him on with loving words.
Will didn't know how long his joy could last, but he hoped it would be at least an hour. To his dismay, he had been stroking in her vagina for not much more than a minute when he realized that he was on the verge of ejaculating and there was no way he could delay it.
His breathing was rough and he was close to crying when his penis gave the final thrust and then he felt it seeming to get bigger as it spurted into her hot depths. As she had promised, it felt infinitely better than going off in his hand, and then it felt even better as her vagina sucked on him as he spurted and kept on sucking even after he was drained. He was able to make only a feeble protest, but Alma saw that he was close to fainting, so she stopped and held him warmly on her body, her arms strong yet gentle, her voice like music while she told him in warm whispers how beautiful it had been for her and how they would do the same things many times in the weeks ahead. At that, she saw tears in his eyes and asked what was wrong.
"Mom will be coming back in just a little while," Will told her. "What will happen then? How will I be able to live without you, Alma?"
"We'll find a way, darling. Don't spoil our time by worrying about the future."
Later, after she had cheered him up, they went to the bathroom and Will was an avid spectator as Alma washed her crotch then, deciding it would be exciting to him, she put the backs of her thighs against the sink, bent way over and allowed him to watch while she urinated. Her guess was right and she saw him tugging at his soft penis, trying to make it hard again.
Laughing, she told him to stop trying and it would happen sooner, then she went into her bedroom, the boy close behind. He protested when he saw her getting panties out of the dresser, but she smilingly assured him that he would get aroused faster if she put some clothes on. Will doubted that, but he made no protest as he watched her put on bra and panties, then slip on a nightie that was very short and very sheer. When she went to the kitchen to straighten up there, she declined his offer to help and they chatted while she worked and he feasted his eyes on her, understanding why she had dressed that way.
Later that evening, they began playing in the television room. She kept her bra and panties on for a long time, then allowed him to take her bra off and minister to her breasts. He did it excitingly with hands and mouth, then he went down and began sucking the crotch of her panties again. To her amazement, his penis began to stiffen and it did more hardening after he took her wet panties off and played in her crotch and with her behind. They were both wild with desire again and his skilled tongue gave her two orgasms and had her panting as loudly as he.
"Remember what you said about letting me fuck your ass?" he asked as he paused while licking between the white hills.
"Would you like to do that, darling?" she asked.
"I'd love to. I'll bet it would be as nice as your hot cunt."
"All right, darling, but you have to pay the price of admission to my asshole before you get to bugger it. I've never been fucked up the ass and I'm not sure I'll like it."
"What's the price?" Will asked, eagerly.
"First, I want my cunt lapped again until I come, then I want you to suck and lick my asshole for a while to make it nice and wet. After that, I'll get down on all fours like an eager bitch and you can slip your cock up my hole and fuck me there."
Will paid the price with delight and then he was rubbing against her arched behind, his penis throbbing strongly while she waited for the invasion, her big breasts swaying, her ass twitching in anticipation.
He brought his penis into her crack, rubbed it there for a little while, then put the head against her anus and pushed gently. The head popped in and he gasped with delight. When he hesitated, she urged him on, telling him it felt good. He gave her the rest of it in a few jabs and then his belly was pressed against her silken smooth rump.
"Oh darling, I love it," she told him, excited. "Drive your beautiful prick all the way home. Ride my big ass with your cock up my hole. Oh darling, bugger my ass and make me feel your juice shooting up me. Oh yes ... that's it ... that's the way ... fuck me, dear ... fuck my asshole ... yes ... yes ... yes."
This time he was able to give her a much longer ride as he held her by the hips and pumped manfully, working his rod in the beautifully tight confinement of her rectum while she kept panting and urging him on until, after a long time, she heard him grunting and groaning, felt him jerking against her buttocks and then she felt him giving her a creamy enema.
Each following day was a new orgy for woman and boy. They played all the games they knew and invented new ones to add to their continuing delight. They learned that it was more fun washing dishes when she stood with her feet wide apart and the boy crouched with his head under her dress, sucking and licking, making her grip the edge of the sink for support each time he licked her to orgasm.
Will discovered too that while it was ecstasy to get his charge off in her vagina or her rectum, it was at least as thrilling when she sucked his penis lovingly and then he gave her a warm drink. She was a greedy drinker and each time she sucked him off, she brought him close to fainting before she released the spent member and licked away any trickles of semen which had escaped her mouth.
And then the gates of heaven began to creak closed as a phone call informed them that Will's mother would return the following day. Will cried and Alma tried to cheer him up but that wasn't easy since she too wanted to cry at the thought of ending her fantastic orgy with the lovely boy.
Will tried to look cheerful when he greeted his mother, then, after a little while, she suggested that he go for a walk while she had a talk with Alma. In the course of the conversation, the woman told Alma that she had fallen in love with an exciting man who wanted to marry her. The one hitch was that he didn't want a child on the scene and Will would have to go to a residential school.
"You can't do that," Alma protested. "That would break his heart."
"Damn it, Alma, don't you think I've thought of that? Look, I love him, but this is my life. If I lose this man, I'll kill myself. I swear it."
"Take it easy, baby," Alma told her and patted her arm. "Old Alma has all the answers. Your problem is solved and you're free to run off and get married tomorrow morning at half past five, if you want to."
"What are you talking about?" the woman asked.
"Simple, my dear. Will and I get along very well together. He'll come and live with me."
"Alma, thanks, but I can't let you ... " the woman's words trailed off and she looked strangely at her friend who laughed. "My God, Alma. It can't be true. Will is just a baby, but I've never seen you looking so ... Alma, what the hell is going on?"
"You've already guessed the answer, dear," Alma told her friend. "I can assure you your son is anything but a baby. He's the greatest lover I've ever known, better by far than anything I've ever dreamed about."
"You've been ... screwing him?"
"That's only one of many things we've been doing, my dear. That son of yours knows more tricks in the sack than any man you've ever met. He keeps me glowing twenty-five hours a day."
"But my God, Alma, I can't. I can't allow it. He's only fourteen."
"All right, dear," Alma said and shrugged. "Have it your way. You can say goodbye to your rich prince charming or you can send your son to some school that will be like a jail. It will break his heart of course, but I guess you'll get over it. After all, you'll have your new husband to think about."
"Goddamn you, Alma. You can't do this to me."
"Can't I? How old are boys when they start screwing these days? Sixteen or so? Will will be fifteen in two weeks. I offer to solve all your problems, make your son the happiest boy in the world, make my own life have some meaning for the first time in years and you turn it down. But, if that's the way you want it, okay," Alma said and swallowed a smile as she went to pour herself a drink.
"Pour me one too, will you?" the woman said. "Make it a strong one. I have a feeling I'm going to need it."
Alma poured two drinks and they sat and talked. It soon became obvious to Alma that she had won and that she was going to get Will as a permanent sex partner. Before she finished her drink, the woman confirmed that and when Will returned home, his mother asked him if he'd like to go live with Alma.
Stunned, the boy looked at his mother, then at Alma, then a smile spread across his face, a smile such as his mother had never seen him wear.
"Do you mean it, Mom? Do you really mean it?" he asked.
"What else. Alma has told me everything. How my son became such a Romeo I'll never know, but you both look so happy it's almost indecent."
"But what about you, Mom? What will you do?" Will asked and his smile faded.
"Well, there's this man I met. He's rich and handsome and great fun. He wants to marry me."
"Oh Mom, that's wonderful," Will said and threw his arms around his mother.
For a moment, he forgot himself and his hands went to her bottom to fondle, then he moved them up quickly.
"My God, he is a sexy little beast, isn't he?" his mother said and laughed. "You must be one hell of a teacher, Alma."
"He needed very little teaching, dear. In fact, he did a bit of teaching himself."
"Oh Mom, it's so wonderful," Will told her as he went on hugging her. "Now that you're getting married and I'm going to live with Alma, we'll all get all the fucking and sucking and playing we want." In his enthusiasm, his hands went back to her behind and he fondled her buttocks boldly. They were not quite as big as Alma's, he thought, but they would be so nice to play with.
"Hey, you sex maniac, cut it out," his mother protested, taking his hands away. "It's enough you've seduced my best friend, don't try to get into my panties."
"I'll bet it's real nice inside your panties, Mom," he told her with a winning smile. "Does your new man do it well?"
"That's none of your business, you pint-sized sex fiend. My God, I'm getting out of this place to get my head together."
"You're not going to change your mind, are you mom?"
"No dear, I won't change my mind. My lover is in town, at a hotel. I'm going to go see him. You two won't mind if I spend the night there, will you?"
"Oh, I think we'll manage," Alma said and smiled at her boy.
"Sure, we'll miss you, Mom," Will assured her, "but I'm sure we'll find something to do. I'll bet Alma gets fucked and sucked more than you do tonight."
While his mother blinked, Will slipped behind her and jerked her skirt high, patting the seat of her panties and stealing a feel of firm buttock before she squirmed out of his reach.
Laughing, she threatened to smack him, but he ducked, laughing along with the two women, then his mother left to meet her husband to be. The whole thing had been a shock, but she knew she would get over it.
Before the woman got to her car, Will and Alma were getting out of their clothes to celebrate day one of their new life. They're still celebrating it, six years later and Alma insists that Will becomes a better and more exciting lover every time they get together which, both laughingly boasts, is very, very often.
They see Will's mother a few times a year and every time they do. Will warns her that one of these days he is going to get into her panties. She stoutly insists it is not going to happen, but something she sees in the young man's eyes makes her wonder.
CASE HISTORY TWO
"Spanking is kid stuff," sixteen-year-old Candy protested. "I'm too big for that and you know it."
She had begun the statement with determination in her tone, but as she looked at the woman who sat on the armless chair in front of her, that determination weakened.
"I don't think a girl is ever too big for a spanking," Ellen told her, "and frankly, I don't see that you have any choice in the matter."
"What do you mean, Ellen?"
"I mean face the facts. You've had your troubles with the law. You're with me on probation. If it doesn't work out, you go to the correctional school to do time. I don't think you'd like it much there."
"Ellen, you wouldn't do that. You've been good to me and you trusted me when nobody else did. You wouldn't turn me in."
"I wouldn't want to, Candy. It would break my heart, but I'll do it if you force me. We're friends, Candy and I like it that way, but one of us has to be boss when it comes down to the crunch. You're sixteen and I'm thirty-three. Now it strikes me that I have to be in charge."
"Yes, Ellen, I know that and I'm sorry I goofed off this afternoon."
"You've been goofing off too often lately, dear and now I'm going to have to show you what happens when you test me. I'm going to give you a spanking and after that, we'll go on being friends. Don't spoil that, Candy."
"Isn't there ... any other way?" the girl asked and Ellen saw surrender in her eyes.
"No, dear, not this time. I'll not be brutal. I'll do what I think must be done. I'll give you a brisk smacking on the bum. It will sting, but it won't kill you. Come, dear."
Reluctantly, the girl came to Ellen, her head bowed, eyes wet and looking ready to cry. "I've never been spanked," she said. "Mom used to smack my face or my head when she was mad, but that's all."
"I think you'll find a spanking is much less brutal, and when it's over, I'll comfort you and we'll still be friends," Ellen told her. "Pull your skirt up nice and high now. I'll take your panties down and you'll lie over my lap."
With a little sob, the girl who had once been so defiant that even the courts couldn't handle her, caught the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up until bare skin showed above her panties.
Despite her show of calm, it was the moment Ellen had been building toward for a long time and her heart pounded at the sight of the lush young thighs and the promise of what the plain white panties concealed.
Ellen was a writer, a divorcee and a friend of a juvenile court judge. She was also a lesbian, although she had managed to keep that pretty much a secret. When the judge told her about Candy and how he would have to send her to the institution, as much to get her away from a bad home and neighborhood scene as for punishment, Ellen had made the judge a proposal.
She was going to a cottage for the Summer to write where it was quiet. She would take Candy with her and the girl could earn her keep by doing housework. She would also meet a better class of friends and Ellen would keep a careful watch over her.
There had been a conference in the judge's chambers and at the end of it, a very happy Candy left with Ellen, happy that she had been given another chance and that Ellen seemed like the nicest woman she had ever met, a warm, friendly, beautiful, soft spoken woman, one who seemed to care what happened to her.
"A little higher, Candy," Ellen said and the girl obeyed, then Ellen was reaching for the waistband of her panties and pulling them down slowly, baring the neat triangle of blonde pubic hair, tugging the garment down until it stretched across thighs that were golden tan and temptingly beautiful to Ellen, as they would be to any lesbian or any reasonably healthy male.
"All right, dear, over my lap now, bum up," Ellen said as the girl shuddered a little, then clumsily lowered herself onto the waiting lap.
Ellen took her time about adjusting the girl into just the right position, her eyes feasting on the beautifully rounded, well-fleshed buttocks that would soon feel the sting of her hand, then she patted a silken smooth cheek lightly.
"Don't be so terrified, Candy," she said gently. "This will sting your pretty bum, but that's all. You may cry as my hand stings you and you may squirm, but you must lie still and take your spanking until I've decided you've had enough. As soon as I've finished spanking you, you may find that the tingle you'll feel in your bum cheeks is actually pleasant."
"I don't think so," Candy said with a little sob, "but I'll try not to move."
"That's my good girl, dear. Here we go now. Just let these nice cheeks relax and take your spanky-spank like a big girl."
Holding her nervous victim with her left hand, Ellen took a final look at the twin rounds, squeezed one, then raised her right hand and brought it down in a brisk spank. The cheek was excitingly firm and the meeting of it and open palm produced a loud, clear sound which rang through the room. On contact, Ellen squeezed where she had slapped, then raised her hand, paused to stare down for a moment and brought the open palm crisply onto the other cheek.
With each of the two spanks, Candy emitted a little yelp and after that, she whimpered as Ellen went on spanking. She spanked briskly, but not hard, wanting to produce color and a mild sting in the girl's bottom.
While it was technically true that she was spanking her victim in punishment, a bigger factor was that she was hoping to get the girl interested in spankings, in close bodily contact and, eventually, in lesbianism. With that in mind, she spanked only hard enough to impart a warm tingle into the lovely, upturned buttocks.
As Ellen's hand slapped at a steady rate and the girl squirmed over her thighs, Candy's whimpering changed to sobbing and then she was crying and kicking her legs, causing her nylon panties to flutter down to her bent knees. The combined sights, sounds and feels caused the woman to tremble violently with arousal and set off a churning deep in her crotch that would not be denied for long.
"All right, dear," Ellen said, then delivered another spank, "it's almost over now ... SPANK ... Your chubby bum is ... SPANK ... all pink and warm looking ... SPANK ... and you've taken your spanking well ... SPANK ... Just a few more on each cheek ... SPANK ... SPANK ... to make sure you remember ... SPANK ... your first spanking ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... there ... there ... there ... that should do, dear, just one more on each cheek now ... Hold it ... SPANK ... and one for the other cheek ... SPANK ... there, darling, there, you've been a good girl and you've taken your spanking very well. Come now," she added as her hand caressed both pink cheeks, "lie face down on the bed and I'll apply some soothing lotion to your buttocks."
Helping the sobbing girl to her feet, Ellen took her to her bed. As they walked, Candy rubbed both hands over her hot rear, feeling the tingle of the spanking, amazed that it wasn't really pain at all as she had expected. As she lay face down, she felt the continuing tingle and recalled what the woman had told her before the spanking. It felt almost good, almost exciting. It didn't make sense to her, but there was a sensation in her warm nether cheeks that was pleasant.
And then Ellen was applying lotion to the firm rounds, her touch gentle and loving as she massaged with both hands and the girl couldn't hold back the sigh which escaped from her as soft hands spread lotion all over the tingling area and made it feel so good that Candy couldn't believe it. Ellen massaged for a long time, her tone warm as she told the girl how well she had taken the spanking and how beautiful her bottom looked in warm pink. When Ellen finally ended the massage, Candy wanted to cry out for her not to stop, but she didn't.
Candy heard the woman walk quickly from the room to the bathroom and then she allowed her body to do what it wanted, her pubic bush rubbing on the bed, her hands going behind to rub at her tingling cheeks the way Ellen had rubbed. It was not as exciting as when the woman had massaged, but the feel was still there, still terribly exciting and Candy knew then that there would be more spankings like that, even if there had to be some deliberately broken rules to make them happen.
But if the girl was sexually aroused by the spanking, a beautiful woman in the bathroom was much more so. Ellen had been wildly aroused before taking the girl's panties down to spank her and all through the spanking, desire had flared to the point where, as she fitted a finger between the lips of her warm vulva, she knew that orgasm was close, waiting for the release her finger would give it.
She stroked slowly, her mind filled with images of the beautiful girl with the luscious bottom, of round cheeks so firm and smooth, of color spreading as she spanked, of that firm young body squirming across her thighs. She was aware, very aware, of how aroused the girl had become during the post spanking massage and sensed that if she had chosen, it would have been possible to seduce her then and there. She was pleased that she had resisted the urge though since the risk of upsetting Candy by moving too soon was more than she dared. That moment would come and it would be beautiful, but for the time being, it was enough to think her beautiful thoughts while her finger stroked in the warmth of her slit and then it triggered an orgasm that raced through her with the speed and heat of a prairie fire. She had to clench her teeth to keep from crying out and then it was over and she sat on the toilet, flushed and tired, making herself wait so that she could recover her composure before facing the girl again.
When they met again, Candy was still lying on the bed, her pretty bottom glowing a warm pink. Her eyes had been dried and she looked a bit nervous. Again, Ellen had to resist the urge to strip and try to seduce her, telling herself it would be wiser to wait until Candy was really hungering to be taken.
"Hi, dear," Ellen said as she sat on the edge of the bed and patted a smooth buttock. "It wasn't all that bad, was it?"
"No. I thought it would be terrible. I guess you could have spanked me a lot harder if you wanted though."
"I suppose so, but why would I? I like you, remember? In fact, I like you very much dear," she added and her hand crossed her up by squeezing a nether cheek very warmly as a new surge of heat flashed in her crotch. "What say you put a bathing suit over that pretty bottom and we go dip it in cool water."
"I'm not sure I want to cool it off," Candy told her and grinned.
"It does feel nice, doesn't it, dear?" Ellen asked. "If a spanking hasn't been brutal, it can leave such a lovely hot tingling."
"Can you remember being spanked?" Candy asked, surprised.
"Very clearly and with warmth, dear. Of course, I don't have to remember all the way back to childhood for that."
"You don't? You mean you've been spanked as an adult?"
"We can talk about that later, Candy," Ellen said and gave the girl a light spank. "For now, let's go have that swim."
"Will the red show around my trunks?" Candy asked as she sat up, then stood and rubbed her behind with both hands, her eyes showing something that increased the heat Ellen felt in her crotch.
"Wear one of mine which will cover your cheeks. We want your spanking to be our secret, don't we?"
Opening a drawer, Ellen tossed the girl a two piece suit, selected one for herself, then began undressing. She stripped casually and felt very aware of how the girl looked at her as they put their suits on.
"You really have a terrific figure, Ellen," Candy said.
"I guess it's not so bad for an old broad."
"Old nothing. I see the way guys look at you on the beach and they sure don't think you're old. What they're thinking about has nothing to do with age and you know it."
Ellen gave the girl a wink in reply as she tucked her breasts into the halter top of her suit, then turned and asked Candy to fasten it for her. She liked the way the fingers touched her back.
They swam and rested in the sun and then came back to the cottage to eat. Ellen sensed that Candy wanted to talk about spankings and how they made her feel, but she let the openings pass, choosing to allow the girl to stew for a while, sensing it would be a better path to the seduction she wanted.
* * *
As always, there was a party on the beach that evening and this time, Ellen and Candy went along. While she sipped on her first drink and watched some of the others getting drunk early, Ellen had an idea. She poured herself many weak drinks and began to laugh loudly and act as though she was getting very drunk.
The younger group drifted into the adult party from time to time, Candy among them, and each time they did, Ellen made a point of letting the girl see some man copping a feel. She didn't normally permit much of that at the drunken parties on the beach, or anywhere else for that matter, but this time it suited her plans and she was aware of Candy's interest, every time she noticed it.
When they returned to the cottage that night, Ellen took the next step by acting so drunk that she couldn't undress herself and the girl had to help. Ellen loved the feel of Candy's hands on her and then she was naked and Candy laid her on her bed and didn't pull a sheet over her.
After that, the girl undressed and got into her bed, in the same bedroom, also naked and without a sheet, even though it wasn't that warm. Pretending to be asleep, her breathing loud, her eyes almost closed, Ellen watched the girl through the faint light which spilled in from the hall and she wanted to cry with joy as she saw Candy rub a hand down her tummy, part her legs and then begin playing with her vulva. It wasn't long before the girl had a finger in her slit and was tossing herself off. She climaxed with a lot of panting, then sighed warmly.
A little later, Ellen closed her eyes tightly as Candy approached the bed. The girl stood there for a couple of minutes, staring, then a hand touched one of Ellen's bare breasts lightly, moved away and then she pulled the sheet over the woman.
"Tomorrow, darling," Ellen said under her breath, "I think I'll have your beautiful, naked body squirming in my arms and I'll have my face in your crotch, eating that hot young cunt. I think you're ready to be plucked, you sweet little angel."
Despite her act, Ellen took a long time to get to sleep that night and when she woke in the morning, her first thought was of the girl and it brought her wide awake and feeling very randy. Candy's bed was empty and Ellen smelled coffee. After a few minutes, she heard cups rattling and called to the girl, thanking her for getting up early and telling her she was ready for coffee.
"I'll bet you want it black after last night," Candy said as she came into the bedroom with a tray. "You really tied one on, didn't you?"
"I'm afraid I did, dear, and I can't understand why I have no hangover this morning."
"You didn't just get zonked, Ellen," Candy said as she sat on the edge of the woman's bed and sipped her coffee. "I saw some guys doing very naughty things to you and you didn't exactly chase them away."
"Now that you mention it, Candy, I have some recollections of allowing guys to feel where I shouldn't have."
"If you'd caught me doing that, I think I'd get turned up over your lap for a spanking," Candy told her, but grinned and gave a little wink.
"You're right, of course, dear. I want to think about it for a little while. Perhaps after breakfast we'll have a talk. I know I'm boss and an adult, yet I don't like double standards."
"I didn't really mean it, Ellen. You're a mature woman and you can let a guy feel you up if you want or do anything else."
"Yes, that's right, I suppose, but I'm still not proud of my conduct last night. I'll want to talk about it later. I'm thinking of how I spanked you yesterday for being naughty. It just could be that fair is fair and that my bottom shouldn't be immune when it comes to matters of conduct."
Ellen changed the subject, but she noticed that Candy was distinctly nervous as they prepared breakfast and ate. As for Ellen, she too was nervous, but she was able to hide it. She had bathed carefully and selected her sexiest set of bra and panties, wearing a skirt much shorter than she usually did so that as they moved around the kitchen, she showed thighs and teasing portions of nether cheeks to the girl, hoping that would add to the excitement she was sure was raging in Candy.
As usual, they left the breakfast dishes in the sink. The usual routine was for Ellen to get right to her typewriter while Candy went for an early swim, but this morning, Ellen said she was going to postpone work for a while. Instead, she suggested they take a second cup of coffee to the bedroom and have a chat. Not knowing that the routine would be changed, Candy had already gotten into her bikini, and that too was according to Ellen's plan so that when it got to be spanking time, she would drape her body across the firm, smooth thighs of the girl to increase the degree of physical contact. Beyond that, Ellen thought, it was all in the hands of the Godesses of Lesbos.
"Have you ever spanked anyone, Candy?" Ellen asked after waiting long enough to let the girl's nervousness build to an exciting level.
"God, no."
"It isn't really difficult, as you saw yesterday, dear," Ellen said and paused for another sip of coffee. "Do you think you could do it?"
"I ... I suppose so, Ellen, but I'd feel funny about it."
"I think I'm going to ask you to spank me."
"All right, Ellen, if that's what you really want, I'll try it."
"That's what I wanted to hear. Besides, dear, if you do it well, you may find it very enjoyable," Ellen told her with a little smile.
"I think so too, Ellen, but what about you, will you enjoy it?"
"Ask me later, dear. A lot depends on how well you do it. You're not to ease up when you hear me crying and you must keep spanking until my ass is bright red all over, not just pink like yours was. It would help too if you could remind me of why I'm being spanked and scold me for my bad conduct."
"Is that part important, Ellen?"
"Put it this way, dear. We can get protein from soy beans or steak. A simple ass smacking is soy bean protein; a real spanking with plenty of scolding is steak."
"I got it. I'm to be the boss all the way. I tell you what to do and you do it, period. I really make your behind sting."
"Perfect, darling. Care to take a seat now? I'm ready to take my punishment with my bare ass turned up over your lap."
Without a word, Candy went to the armless chair, sat, then patted her thighs as she called the woman to her, her tone excitingly stern, so much so that Ellen trembled visibly.
"Get over here this minute, Ellen," she snapped. "Pull the hem of your dress high over your belly so I can take your panties down. I'm going to give your bare bum a real smacking."
"Oh no, please, don't spank me," Ellen pleaded as she took the hem of her dress in her trembling hands and pulled it high, showing a wide band of tanned skin above her panties. "Let me off this time and I'll be good. I promise."
"I'm not going to let you off until your ass is rosy red. Turn around and let me have a look at it."
Ellen turned her back to the girl, her breasts rising and falling strongly with her labored breathing, then Candy reached for the ample bottom with both hands, boldly fondling the plump, firm cheeks for a while before she slowly pulled Ellen's panties down, stared heatedly at the lush buttocks, then began to play with them as she scoldingly reminded the woman of her conduct the previous night.
"I saw Joe's hand up your skirt," she scolded. "I saw how you leaned over so he could play with your ass. Well I can assure you I won't just play with your ass, I'll really spank it for you. What about Tom? Where was his hand that time? Answer me?" Candy snapped as she fondled the lovely, white cheeks.
"In my ... in my crotch?"
"And what was it doing there?"
"He was ... playing with my cunt, rubbing it and making it hot and horny."
"I suppose if I hadn't been around, you'd have opened your legs wide and let him fuck you, would you?"
"I ... I don't know," Ellen replied, thrilled at the way the inexperienced girl played the game.
"That's a lie," Candy snapped and gave her a stinging slap on the left buttock. "Tell me the truth. Would you have let him fuck you?"
"Yes. I ... I guess. I couldn't help it. I was horny. My cunt was just tingling for something like a big prick."
"Was it?" Candy asked and slapped the other cheek hard, feeling the firm flesh joggle just a little, then she pulled Ellen's panties back up and snugged them tightly in her crotch.
"What did you pull my panties up for?" Ellen asked Candy, confused.
"Because you're going to strip bare naked for the beating you're going to get. Hurry now, take that dress off or you'll get more than you bargained for."
Ellen's little cry was one of pure passion, then she tore the dress over her head and threw it away.
"Get that bra off and let your big tits hang out," Candy snapped and again Ellen obeyed, her eyes wet and shining with excitement at having found such a thrilling partner.
"Now stand between my legs and I'll take your panties off. That's it, keep still," Candy scolded and slapped a plump cheek, hard, then she drew the panties down, stared in mounting passion at the lush white cheeks and the deep crack, then the panties fell around Ellen's ankles and on command, she stepped out of them, naked, her body trembling, heat churning in her crotch.
Meekly, Ellen lay across the bare thighs of the girl and rubbed subtly as she positioned herself. She felt Candy wrap her left arm around her, then her other hand was playing with the upturned behind as she scolded, her tone so convincing that Ellen couldn't believe it.
And then as she continued to scold, Candy began spanking. She smacked hard, each slap making a loud sound, sending fires shooting through Ellen's mature buttocks. She kept the spanks raining down, moving them around so that no portion of the plump buttocks escaped the stinging palm and fingers. The girl was obviously wild with arousal and the more she made Ellen cry and squirm and kick, the more aroused she became and the harder she spanked until both cheeks of Ellen's bottom blazed as red as roses.
But even then, the girl went on spanking and scolding until she noticed that in addition to the beautiful red of the big cheeks, there were purple blotches and she knew it was more than time to stop. But despite that, stopping was not easy and she delivered a few more slaps to the red, hot, quivering cheeks before she could make herself stop.
Candy stopped scolding then as her right hand massaged the blazing buttocks, then it was over and Ellen got to her feet, tears trickling down her cheeks as she rubbed her hot behind with both hands, her naked breasts bobbing temptingly.
"Come to the bed, dear and I'll massage your poor bum," Candy told the woman and they hurried there, Ellen's thighs rubbing together in heat as she walked. "I'll get the lotion to take some of the sting away," Candy added.
"No ... sob ... just your ... sob ... hands," Ellen said and then she was lying face down on the bed, her glowing behind jerking, her tummy and pubic mound rubbing hotly on the sheet.
Hurriedly, the girl squatted beside her and then both her hands were massaging and fondling and squeezing the hot mounds as Candy told her how thrilling the spanking had been and how it had excited her as nothing before ever had. Through it all, her hands never stopped moving as Ellen's crying turned to sobbing and then it was sighing, deep, passionate sighing.
And then without warning, Ellen turned on the bed and her hands caught the bottom part of Candy's bikini. She jerked it down strongly, pulled it down the girl's legs and, as though knowing what was happening and wanting it, Candy threw her legs wide apart and Ellen hurried a hand into the warm young crotch. What she felt there was hot and soft and moist as she rubbed it and then rubbing was not enough.
Moving quickly, Ellen sent her face into Candy's crotch, her mouth contacted the tender organ there and the girl cried out weakly as her legs flew wider apart and her body jerked upward, her moist vulva rubbing back against Ellen's face in hot invitation.
Gripping her partner by the hips, Ellen sucked and sent her tongue into the moist slit while Candy moaned and jerked the top of her suit off so that she could clutch at her bare breasts, rubbing and squeezing them while, for the first time in her life, someone sucked in her crotch, sucked and lapped so ardently that she knew orgasm was close, excitingly close.
"Oh yes ... yes ... oh Christ, yes ... suck ... suck ... suck me," Candy panted. "Suck my cunt just like that ... Oh Christ, I'm going to come ... Ooohhhh, I can feel your tongue ... in my cunt ... Oh yes ... lick ... lick and suck my cunt ... Oh Ellen, it's so good when you suck and lick like that ... Oh ... oh ... oh ... it's going to happen ... I'm going to come. Oh Ellen ... oh ... oohhh ... aaaahhhhhh ... ooh ... uh ... uh ... "
And then the girl was wailing in passion, her nude body jerking and writhing on the bed, the woman's face still pressed hotly in her crotch. They stayed that way for what could have been hours or years, Candy thought and then the woman took her face out of Candy's crotch and as she raised it, she was smiling and licking her lips, still tasting what her mouth and tongue had found in the warm young crotch.
"I hope I didn't shock you, dear," Ellen said. "After you got me so horny with that beautiful spanking, I guess I just lost control."
"Please don't apologize, Ellen. That was the most beautiful, most exciting thing that ever happened to me. I didn't know I was that way. I do now, though. Ellen, I love you. Oh my God that was beautiful. What a come, what a beautiful, fantastic come you gave me. My cunt is still all hot and tingly."
"So is my ass, darling. What a lovely spanking. How on earth did you ever learn the game so fast?"
"I guess you must be a very good teacher, Ellen. You see, the moment we got started, I seemed to know just what you wanted and how. Oh Ellen, I never felt so good in all my life. I can't believe how good it was."
I'm so relieved, darling," Ellen told her. "I was so afraid you'd be horrified and would run screaming from me."
"Oh Ellen, never. It was so thrilling. I never ever had my cunt sucked or licked. I couldn't believe it. You will do it to me again, won't you?"
"Yes, darling, I'll do it many times. You have by far the sweetest tenderest cunt I've ever known. It must be an angel cunt, my dearest, and when I suck and lap it, I'm way above heaven with all the rest of the angels. I'm so glad I was the one to teach you."
"So am I, Ellen. But now I want you to teach me just how to suck and lick cunt like you do. You will allow me to suck your cunt, won't you, Ellen?"
"Of course I'll allow you, dearest. In fact, I'm on the verge of going right up the wall. Oh darling, you're so beautiful, so tender, so loving. Are you sure you want to make love to me that way?"
"I'm more sure of that than I've ever been of anything, Ellen. It's like yesterday I was a little girl and today I have become woman. Open your legs, Ellen. Let me see your cunt and let me touch it and then let me suck it and get my tongue right inside so I can lick the way you licked me. I really want to do it all. I want to be your lesbian lover, Ellen. Please say you'll let me."
"Oh you darling angel," Ellen said as she lay back on the bed and parted her legs wide, her tingling behind squirming on the sheet which had become quite rumpled in the course of the seduction.
"Oh Ellen, you're so beautiful, all over, but there, between your beautiful thighs it's so beautiful. I've never looked at a cunt before. It's so tender looking, so pink and soft. I have to touch it. I'll be gentle."
And she was as gentle as an angel as her hand went into the woman's crotch and then it was brushing gently over the delicate pink lips, stroking and patting.
"I never realized how a cunt is so much like a warm mouth with soft, tender lips," Candy said as she went on exploring Ellen's then she parted the lips with the tips of gentle fingers and gave a little squeal of delight.
"I'm so glad you like my cunt, darling," Ellen told the girl.
"I do like it, Ellen and I'll love it after I've sucked and licked it. May I do that now? Your thighs and your warm crotch are so inviting. I want to have my face there and my mouth right on your exciting cunty."
"Of course, darling. I'm just dying to have my cunt lapped while the cheeks of my ass are still tingling from that yummy spanking. You'll know how to find my clit and lick it?"
"Oh yes, I'm sure I will. First though, I'd like to get my tongue as far up your cunt as I can and lick until I get a whole lot of juice."
"You angel. I think you're going to be as natural a cunt lapper as you are a spanker. By the time the day is finished, I suspect both our clits will be raw. Come now, darling, eat my cunt and bring me down off the wall. I'm so ready."
Despite her eagerness, the girl brought her face down to the waiting crotch slowly, pausing to kiss and lick the smooth inner thighs and the lower slopes of red buttocks, then she teased by licking around Ellen's slit, making her groan with desire, then her open mouth came to the waiting lips in a gentle kiss which caused Ellen to groan again as her body trembled.
And then the kiss became more passionate and soon she was sucking, doing it as juicily and as beautifully as any woman had ever done to her. Candy made the lapping better by keeping her hands in motion, rubbing and patting silken skin, and as she sucked she made muffled moaning sounds as erotic background music.
Candy sent her tongue up the slit slowly, taking time to taste and explore the tight cavity, then she had it in as far as she could get it, her face pressed more tightly into warm, smooth crotch. She lashed with her tongue, slurped up juice, then, when Ellen was really moaning and panting, she drew her tongue slowly back, worked it up to the top of the slit, then it found Ellen's hard little clit and began licking. She felt her partner jerking and writhing and knew she was doing it the way Ellen liked it. She became very sure of that a bit later, when Ellen cried out, her body tensed, jerked, then she howled through a long, intense orgasm and came out of it sighing with obvious content.
The whole day and the evening were devoted to the joys of lesbian sex as they lapped and spanked each other whenever the mood was on them. They took brief pauses for eating food, for swimming and for talking, but always they returned to the wide bed or the comfortable spanking chair. Once, they stood belly to belly and spanked each other, laughing and sobbing as their slapping hands stung hotly and renewed bright color on bottoms which never seemed to get enough of the spanking palm.
In the following days, Ellen managed to get some writing done and while she devoted less time to it, she worked better than she ever had. During these times, Candy learned to stay away from her lover, to leave her free to do her work, but it wasn't easy. Still, even Ellen's work provided sexual games. Each morning, she would set herself a target for the day and if she failed to achieve it, she would report the fact to an unforgiving Candy who would frown and scold and punish Ellen as she held her across her thighs, her strong arm doing what came naturally as her open hand smacked fires into the plump nether cheeks of her sobbing, writhing partner.
In the course of their summer of sex, Ellen decided she would give up her city apartment and live full time there at the beach where they would have all the privacy they needed. Spanking, they agreed, was no game for an apartment where it could cause the neighbors to become curious, to say the very least.
There was a high school close enough for Candy to go on with her education and they agreed that on graduation, Candy would skip college and get her education by reading. It was the perfect arrangement for both of them.
A few months later, they went into the city to keep the appointment Ellen had made with the juvenile court judge and he was amazed at what he saw in the girl. Leaving out their sexual involvement, they told of how well they lived together and he saw and heard how marvelously Candy had developed in so short a period. His approval was such that he signed the necessary court order to free the girl from her probation so that she was totally free.
From time to time, Ellen would invite an old friend to visit them at the cottage and each time, Candy broadened her sexual knowledge by joining in a menage a trois. Each time, the visiting woman was struck by the girl's beauty and skill and daring in the lesbian arts, but after each visit came to an end, Ellen and Candy were delighted to return to their own private world.
They are still living in that world and it is still a thrillingly beautiful one. Candy is in her early twenties and with Ellen as her teacher, is showing promise as a writer, a career which leaves her free to spend her days and nights at the cottage.
It is a beautiful relationship and gives every indication of going on being that indefinitely.
CASE HISTORY THREE
"It's just no use, Jenny," Betty said to her friend as they sipped drinks in Betty's garden, "I'll never be able to face sex again, not with any man."
"Look, Betty, I know you've been through hell, but you have to live. You're only thirty-five, you're beautiful, I suspect that inside, you have normal sex drives. Your body won't let you quit like that. There has to be a way."
"You've never been raped, Jenny or you'd understand it as I do. Think of a stranger walking into the privacy of your house with a knife. Laughing as he made you strip bare naked, playing with you, hurting you, fucking you and then playing with you until he got hard again and then making you bend over while he rammed that bloody big thing up your ass. No, Jenny, what you say makes sense, but if I even saw a cock I'd scream. Look, dear, I've been through it all with a good shrink and he couldn't cure me."
"You poor dear. There has to be a way. I know how much you loved sex. Listen, this may sound crazy, but listen and try to accept it. My husband is a gentle lover and he likes you a lot. Suppose I give him the green light to take you away somewhere for a weekend. He'll bring you along slowly, do all the kissing and fondling and sucking to set you up for it and then he'll show you how beautiful fucking can be."
"Bless you, dear, it takes a true friend to make an offer like that, but I can't accept it. He's a lamb and I'm sure he's a beautiful lay, but I just can't even try it with him."
"All right, Betty. Look, have you ever made out with another woman?"
"That won't work either. I tried it when I was in my late teens. She really got me turned on, but when she was eating my cunt I got all tense and couldn't come. When it was my turn to go down on her, I didn't want to. She made me do it and I vomited. I felt sick for days. I couldn't get the feel and the taste of cunt off my lips. I guess I just have to face it, I'm finished with sex for life. I'd have been better off if that bastard had killed me. I guess. No, that isn't right. There's still Robin and he's all I've got, just as I'm all he has. He's just fifteen and he needs me for a few more years yet. That bastard father of his has made it clear that he isn't even interested in visiting once in a while. Isn't it hell when you want to die but can't do it? Christ, what a fuck up my life has become."
"Yes, Betty, I can see that. Okay, I'll get off your back for now. If at any time my husband or I can help you find your way, let me know."
"You, Jenny? Do you swing that way?"
"I used to, before I married. I really liked it then. I've gotten away from it, but there are times when I would really like to take a beautiful woman to bed."
"I'd never have suspected it," Betty told her friend.
"It's not all that special, not these days. There's one particular girl who comes to parties with my kids. I think she's seventeen and I see something in her eyes that tells me she'd go for it. God, how I'd love to strip that luscious young thing and make her squirm. I'd love to get at that firm body, those hard little tits, part those lush thighs and get my mouth on her tender young cunt. Christ, I'd better turn myself off before I start fingering my hot box right here."
"Well, at least that's one thing I can still do if my body demands it, but even that isn't like it used to be. Now, when I masturbate, I can't even enjoy fantasies like I used to before. Even in a sex fantasy a cock would scare me to death."
They finished their drinks and Jenny laughingly announced that she was going to go home and masturbate, suggesting Betty do the same.
Alone, Betty went into the house and felt desire growing. She pictured her friend masturbating in her bedroom as she got up and walked into her bedroom. Glancing at the window, Betty gasped aloud as she looked through the window, into the window of Jenny's bedroom and saw her friend stepping out of her blue panties, naked.
Fascinated, she watched as the woman lay on the bed with one hand in her crotch, the other playing with a breast. What she was doing was window peeping and it was wrong, Betty tried to tell herself, but she couldn't turn away and she watched as the woman fingered herself to a strong climax which made her writhe all over the bed. When Jenny came out of it and sat up, she smiled and waved at Betty who found herself blushing.
Betty knew that her friend had purposely left the drapes wide open and the window up, hoping to arouse her. Could her friend be expecting her to return the favor, she wondered and then, on an impulse, as desire grew, she stripped her clothes off, stood close to the undraped window for a moment, then as Jenny came closer to the window, Betty got on the bed in the same position her friend had assumed. Her eyes closed, heat spreading through her body, Betty pictured the scene she had just watched and then went on to enjoy masturbating to wild, strong orgasm, something she hadn't done in a long time and when the spasms stopped, she felt more relaxed than she had in years.
When Jenny came to visit the following day, they talked of what they had done and both became excited. Jenny laughed as she told of how it had made her so horny that she had taken her husband to bed early that night and almost raped him.
Their intimate conversation continued and Betty felt heat building again.
"Me too," Jenny whispered. "Come on, let's do it in the same room this time. I'll bet it would be lots of fun. Back in college, another girl and I used to masturbate together and then we went on to fingering each other's cunt. Let's give it a try."
Betty was both aroused and reluctant, but she went into her bedroom with her friend and nervously undressed. When they were naked, Jenny took the lead in fondling Betty's breasts and then her thighs and buttocks. Betty tried to do the same, but wasn't able to.
"Don't worry, dear," Jenny whispered in her ear as she held a breast and fondled it. "I enjoyed fondling your body even if you didn't get any kicks. Lie still now and I'll play with your pussy and then give you a nice come with my finger. I don't want you to try anything, just relax and let me do it. Oohhhh, that's a nice, soft, warm cunt you have, dear. It's going to be a real treat fingering it and making you come."
Betty tried to relax, tried to enjoy it as her naked friend crouched beside her, fondling a breast as she felt the warmth of Betty's vulva. She stroked gently and soon, Betty was feeling strong arousal. Jenny fingered her and fondled her breasts with such delicate skill that Betty's body responded and then she was climaxing and it was not just a run of the mill orgasm, it was a real beauty which left her weak and panting.
And then it was Betty's turn and she reached to find her partner's vulva. As the tips of her fingers touched, she knew she couldn't do it. Her body tensed and all the desire she had felt was gone.
"It's all right, dear," Jenny told her as she moved Betty's hand out of her crotch and rolled onto her side. "We gave it a good try and it didn't work. So what the hell, the world won't end. Mind if I do myself?"
"No thanks, Bet, you have problems enough. I'll do it my way and it will be plenty good just knowing that you're beside me, naked and watching me finger my horny cunt like this," she said as she began fingering herself, her eyes closed tightly.
Obviously enjoying herself, Jenny slowly fingered her slit until she climaxed, then she sighed and got up and began getting dressed. Later, over drinks, Betty thanked her friend for doing what she had done, but they agreed it hadn't worked and that for the sake of their friendship, they shouldn't try it again.
Later, alone in the house, waiting for her son to come home from school, Betty was angry with herself for not having responded to her friend's advances. Any kind of sex life would be better than the nothing one she was living, she knew, yet she felt sure that she could never achieve sexual pleasure with a woman.
Knowing that Robin would soon be home, she tried to turn to other thoughts. Robin needed her. He still hadn't gotten over his father's departure and he needed all the comfort and warmth she could give him. She had to look cheerful for him even when she felt anything but cheerful. The fact that Summer vacation would start soon told her that she was going to have to become very good at acting over a long period, for the boy's sake and for her own.
Vacation came and as Betty expected, Robin rarely left the house. He had no friends and didn't seem to want any. He made her coffee in the morning and served it to her in bed, when she washed the dishes, he was there to help. He enjoyed working in the garden with her and while she sensed his love for her, felt warmed by it, she knew it wasn't the right kind of life for him. He was growing up a loner, with only his mother for a friend and she wondered where it would lead. She wondered too what answer, if any, there was and couldn't find one.
But answers, though not anything she would have expected, were on the way. They were working in the garden one afternoon, chatting and enjoying the sun. As she bent over a low shrub to pick off some dead blossoms, she sensed a movement behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Robin twisting to see up under the back of her dress.
Betty felt panic, but managed to hide it. She finished the job quickly and moved to another spot, being careful to squat, rather than bend. In the course of the afternoon, she noticed many times that he was doing everything he could to peek under her dress. As she watched him, she saw that the boy tried to resist, but just couldn't.
She was worried, but managed to hide her fears from her son and act naturally. As much as she worried about Robin, Betty worried about herself as she realized that despite the shock she had felt, there had been a subtle enjoyment too, a sense of excitement that she couldn't deny. She didn't want to believe that she could be excited, sexually aroused, by a boy, her own son, peeping at her in a sexual way, but it was so and Betty was too honest with herself to try to deny that. What she was going to do about it was another matter and she had no answer for that either.
When she was getting ready to work in the garden the following day, Betty told herself that since she didn't have jeans or slacks of any kind, because she hated them, she did have shorts and should wear them, yet she found herself putting on one of her blouse and skirt outfits, even though she knew it was wrong in that it would encourage Robin to peak.
He did, of course, and while there were times when Betty was careful not to show anything, there were others when she allowed herself to forget and he was able to steal glimpses of her thighs and, she guessed, more than that, though she was wearing panties.
The next day, there were errands to be looked after and Robin agreed to do them, promising to hurry so that he would be there to help her in the garden that afternoon. Alone in the house, Betty strove to find something to take her mind off sex and to give her son other interests as well. That what was happening could eventually lead to incest was no longer in the back of her mind, she was aware of it and she was terrified. In her closeness to the boy, she felt none of the usual fear of males, no terror at the thought of an erect penis and that gave her more to worry about.
Betty recalled that she hadn't painted in years even though she had once enjoyed it. She hurried to the basement in search of her equipment. She found it in a corner at the far end of the cellar, but she found more than that, so much more that she felt a whole new surge of panic.
Behind her easel, she found pages that had been torn out of magazines and newspapers. They were pictures of women and in each case, the woman wore lingerie, foundation garments or revealing bathing suits. There were a couple of perfume ads which showed shadowy nudes.
As she continued her study of the material, she saw no sign of girlie magazines, no pictures of sexy young women. All were mature women of her age or older. And then she made another discovery.
She found a painting that had been rather well done and she identified herself as the subject. There could be no mistake. In the painting, she was smiling and she wore a black bra and panties, nothing else.
Many of the other pictures had been liberally stained with what she was sure was semen, but her portrait had not been touched that way. Was it, she wondered, that he drew the line at the thought of sex with his mother or was it a case of his not wanting to stain the picture of her he had painted with such loving care?
Either way, Betty told herself, her son had more than his share of sexual problems too and she was going to have to talk to him, was going to have to find some way to help him.
Betty was so intent on her discovery that she didn't hear him come down the steps, didn't hear a thing until she heard a gasp behind her and she turned to see Robin, standing there, a look of guilt on his face.
"I'm sorry, dear," she told him as she got up and went to him, holding him close to her body. "I really wasn't spying," she said. "I was looking for my art stuff. I thought I might start painting again."
"It wasn't your fault, Mom. I'm sorry."
"Then let's both stop being sorry and have a chat about it instead. After all, it's perfectly normal for a boy your age to be interested in sex and to masturbate. Maybe a good talk will help us both feel better."
As they walked to the stairs, Betty led the way and she knew as she put a foot on the bottom step that the dress she was wearing was short, the skirt full, so that the boy would see a lot as he followed her up the stairs.
She told herself it was too late to do anything about it, but by the time she reached the top step, she admitted to herself that it had been exciting, walking slowly up the steps, knowing that he was staring up at her thighs and perhaps even her panty clad bottom. What she felt then told her it was not going to be easy to guide the conversation she had planned, not unless by some miracle she could turn off her excitement.
"Don't look so glum, dear," Betty told her son as they went into the kitchen and she poured herself a drink. "You happen to be a perfectly normal boy. So you like looking at pictures of women and pulling yourself. There's nothing wrong with that. Everybody masturbates sometime. God knows I do it often enough. The only way masturbation can harm you is if you feel guilty about it."
"But I thought you'd be angry or shocked or something," Robin told his mother, looking both relieved and puzzled at her reaction.
"You poor lamb," she told him and hugged him warmly. "We are going to have a nice long chat. I guess we should have had it long ago. Come on, let's sit where it's comfortable."
A minute later, they were sitting on a couch, Betty's drink beside her on the coffee table.
"Listen, dear," she told him, "as late as yesterday, I took all my clothes off, lay on my bed and masturbated. I had a very nice come and then I felt better. You're a normal boy of fifteen, you should be curious about women's bodies and you should be masturbating quite often. I see nothing at all wrong with that, but if you think you have a problem, let's talk about it."
"Thanks for being so nice, Mom. First, will you tell me something? You see, I didn't know women could masturbate. How do you do it?"
"Well, usually I lie on my bed, with all my clothes off, then I start by playing with my ... oh hell, we may as well use the real words. I play with my cunt. I rub it, stroke it, get myself nice and horny, then I stick a finger in my slit and work it around. When I'm really horny, I find my clit and rub it until I come. A come, for a woman, is like when a man has been pulling himself and he shoots."
"I didn't know that, Mom. What's this clit you talk about?"
"It's a kind of passion bud. It's right up at the top of the cunt, just inside the lips. It's like a little cock and when a woman is horny, it gets hard like a cock. After you've stroked it enough, it's like an explosion that begins in your cunt and belly and spreads out. If a man fucks a woman properly, his cock rubs on the clit and she gets to have a come. It doesn't always happen. Another way that really makes it great for a woman is if a man sucks and licks her cunt. He gets his tongue on the clit and licks it until she comes. It's called cunt lapping and they're the best comes of all."
"Oh Mom, I never knew a woman could have all that fun. I guess I thought a cunt was just for a man to put his cock in so he could have fun. You hear a lot of things from guys, but you know they're just showing off and don't really know what they're talking about."
"I know what you mean, dear. Have you ever seen a woman in the nude?"
"No, not really nude. One time, I was coming home from the library, a couple of years ago, I guess. I was taking a short cut through an alley and I saw into this bedroom. It was dark out and the drapes were open just a little. I knew it was wrong, but I had to watch. This woman took off her dress and she was wearing a corselette. It was so exciting."
"I can imagine, dear. What could you see?"
"It was ... I don't know ... everything about her. She had big thighs, smooth looking and I could see the bottom of her bum cheeks. She didn't have any panties on. When she threw her dress over a chair, she turned around and I could see what bit ... tits she had. I could only see the tops of them and the valley between, then she noticed the drapes and pulled them closed."
"Ooh, that must have been cruel when you were expecting her to take her corselette off and you'd see her bare naked."
"Yes, it was. I wanted to cry."
"Was your cock hard, dear?"
"Oh yes. I ... I took it out right there in the alley and I ... pulled myself."
"I can understand that, dear. Do you always think of her when you're looking at pictures and playing with your prick?"
"No, I used to, but now, mostly, I think of ... " she saw a look of guilt on his face as he stopped and turned his eyes away from her.
"You think about me, is that it, dear?" she asked him.
"Yes."
"That's not so strange, dear. After all, we love each other. I have a pretty good figure and I guess sometimes I get careless. For instance, just a while ago, when I walked up the steps ahead of you. I guess you saw quite a lot," Betty said and grinned. "How much did you see under my dress?"
"Ooh Mom. I saw your legs and thighs and your nice black panties and I saw parts of your bum cheeks. You're so beautiful, Mom. I got, like dizzy and my knees felt so weak."
"I'll bet while your knees were getting weak some other part of you was getting strong and hard, wasn't it? Did you get a hard-on, dear?"
"Yes. It's still that way. Oh Mom, I can't help it. I'm sorry?"
"Sorry that I have a beautiful, sexy body? Sorry you had a look at my panties and ass? Sorry you got a hard-on?"
"No, you know. I guess a guy isn't supposed to feel like that about his mother."
"Well, I suppose you're right. Maybe we love each other more than other mothers and sons. Then too, we don't have a man in our lives. In a way, you're the man of the house and maybe it's natural that you'd think of me as your woman. I'm sure people outside wouldn't understand that, but as I see it, we don't have to tell them anything, do we?"
"No," he replied, wide eyed and she saw his right hand start toward the crotch of his pants, then stop.
"Is your cock hurting you, dear?" Betty asked, a smile of understanding on her face.
"Kind of, I guess."
"Here, dear, I'll help you to feel good," Betty told him and unzipped his fly. "When I was dating, in my teens, I'd pet with guys and they'd get hard and want to fuck me, but we were afraid I'd get pregnant, so when my date got to that stage, I'd take his cock in my hand and pull him off. While I was doing it, he'd be feeling all around my panties and thighs," she said as she eased his hard penis out and held it lovingly. "My, Robin, you've got such a big cock for a boy of fifteen. It's so long. How long is it?"
"It's six inches, when it's hard. Is that really a long one?"
"It's about average for a fully grown man. If your cock keeps on growing, you'll have a bone that will be a real delight for a woman. The size of a man's cock isn't all that important, but most women like a nice long one," Betty told her son as she played with it, her hand smooth and gentle. "Even now this would be a beautiful cock for fucking, but if it gets a couple of inches longer, what a delight it would be for a woman to feel all that working in her cunt. Does this feel nice, dear?"
"Oh yes, Mom. Your hand is so smooth and I love the way you do it so nice and slow. I ... I'll shoot very soon if you don't stop."
"I'm not going to stop, dear, not unless you want me too. I'm going to slowly pull this beautiful long prick, then I'll squeeze it a little as it shoots cream. It's been so long since I pulled a cock that I'd forgotten how exciting it is. Want me to stop for a minute and see if we can make it last longer?"
"Yes. Please ... please, Mom. You said when you did it to guys, you'd let them see and feel your panties and all that. Please let me, Mom."
"Yes dear," Betty said, impulsively, then she let go of his penis and got to her feet. I'll give you something exciting to look at while I pull you off."
As she said the words, she got to her feet, pulled the hem of her dress slowly up her thighs, then her son stared, trembling as she revealed her panties, bare tummy above and then the bulging cups of her black bra and the smooth, deep valley between her breasts. She smiled and stood with both hands on her hips after she tossed the dress away.
"Oh Mom," he groaned. "You're so beautiful. I can't stand it. Please, Mom, may I feel you, all over?"
"Yes dear, I'd like that too. It's been so long since a man was panting and feeling me up. You make me feel like a teenager again, a sexy one. Would you like it better if I was a teenager?"
"Oh no," he told her as his hands went to the cups of her bra." Girls don't interest me, only women. Oh Mom, it feels so good. Your tits are so nice and big and they feel so sexy. Please, Mom, may I feel your bum and in your crotch and everything?" he asked as he fondled her jutting breasts.
"Yes dear, feel all you like and then I'll take your big, hard cock in my hand and slowly jerk you off. I'll let your cream shoot all over me. It will be exciting for both of us when you're shooting all over me. I never let any guy shoot it all over me."
With a little groan, he dropped to his knees and then his hands became very busy, rubbing and squeezing her buttocks, firm, smooth thighs and then one of them went to her crotch. It was her turn to groan then as the hand rubbed with a warm, gentle touch and she felt desire churning hotly just inside her panties where they snugged in her crotch.
"Oh God, Robin, that feels too good. I have to stop," Betty panted. "I have to make you stop before it's too late. Stand up, darling, stand up and I'll pull your cock and let your shoot all over my belly."
Pulling herself away from him, Betty went to the coach and sat, her knees wide apart. His penis throbbing, Robin stared at her crotch where the nylon pressed against vulva, that magic thing he had never seen, then he went to her as she reached out for him.
"There, darling, there," she whispered huskily as she caressed his member and began masturbating him. "Mummy is going to pull her darling's long cock and make his sticky, warm cream shoot all over her belly. Just let it happen," she went on as she moved her hand slowly up and down with an exciting rhythm. "That's it, darling ... let it go off, dear ... You're close now ... I can feel your cock throbbing, just a few more strokes ... there ... there ... now ... now ... yes ... yes ... "
She felt the hard shaft expand in her hand, then the first spurt shot from it and struck above and between her breasts. The second spurt went higher and splattered her lips, some of his semen going into her mouth. Betty gave a groan as she licked semen from her lips and aimed the spurting member down until it was covering her smooth tummy and her panties with the rich fluid. She gave a little squeeze after each spurt and kept the boy shooting for a long time before his penis softened, his knees sagged and he groaned weakly.
"Oh Mummy, that was beautiful ... Ooohhhhh, it felt so good. It's never that good when I pull myself. Oh, look at you, all my cream all over you."
Robin stared at her lips, then at the trickle of semen he saw oozing down into the valley of her beautiful breasts and then he saw the puddles trickling down her tummy and on black nylon panties.
"Did it taste bad when it went in your mouth, Mom?" the boy asked.
"No, darling, it was delicious. I was wishing I had your cock right in my mouth so I could suck all the warm cream from it. I really wanted to suck your beautiful cock, my darling."
"Oh Mom, you're so exciting," he panted, then dropped to his knees between her parted legs and stared as Betty put her right hand on her tummy and began smearing the semen around, all over her tummy and panties, then she moaned and he felt fresh arousal as, moving to the edge of the couch, she pushed the hand into her panties and he saw that she was masturbating. It drove him wild to see her hand moving inside her panties, to know what she was doing, yet not to be able to see that exciting place, that thing she called a cunt.
Betty was panting and grunting as though in pain and her eyes were closed tightly, then he saw her body go tense, heard her breath catch in her throat and then she fell back and lay writhing and jerking on the couch, her hand still inside her panties, her thighs rubbing hotly together as the delicious spasms licked through her body, and then it was over and she gave her son a dazzling smile as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, then down at his spent penis.
"My, aren't we the naughty ones though?" she said.
"Maybe so, but it sure was fun. We'll do it again, won't we, Mom?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"Yes darling, we'll do it again, often. We'll have to be very careful though. If word ever got out, we'd both be in terrible trouble."
"I'd never tell, Mom. You know that," Robin told her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her warmly. "Mom, did you ever suck a cock? it sounded so exciting when you told me about it."
"Yes dear, I've sucked cock quite a few times. I like it. I've been terrified of cock ever since, you know, that rape, but you've cured me I want to have your long prick shooting cream in my mouth and in my cunt and everywhere."
"Oh Mom, do you really mean it? Will you let me ... you know ... put it in your cunt?"
"Yes darling. I'm afraid we've gone too far to stop now. We're going to be lovers all the way. I'll suck your cock and you'll lie down on me and fuck me and if you think you'd like it, I'll teach you how to suck and lick my cunt. I love having my cunt lapped."
"Oh yes, Mom, I'll do it right now if you want. When will you let me see your cunt and tits and everything, Mom?"
"Well, I do need a bath and you're such good company. Want to come and watch me bathing?"
The boy gave a squeal of delight, then she got up and they went to the bathroom together. Robin trembled in lust as he watched her bending over the tub, her behind widening in the sheer panties through which he could see the valley between the plumb cheeks.
As the tub ran, Betty smiled at the boy, then reached to unhook her bra. Seconds later, she removed one big cup and heard his cry of delight, then the second cup was away, she dropped the bra and posed for him, twisting her lovely body to make her breasts do a thrilling dance for him, the pink nipples seeming to glow like beacons perched on white, conical mounds which jutted firmly in their naked freedom.
"Oh Mom, your tits are so beautiful. Do women really like to have their tits sucked by men?"
"Yes, darling and some like to have them sucked by women. It's the same with cunts. I tried sex with women, but I didn't like it. This is another secret, but Jenny offered to suck my cunt the other day. I let her finger it instead."
"Wow! I'd really love to see two beautiful women like you and Jenny doing all that, bare naked and sucking tits and cunts and everything. I bet I'd go off in the air and splatter the two of you with my cream."
"Well, darling, I'm not making any promises, but she is a special friend and I think I could trust her. Would you like to fuck her cunt?"
"I'd rather fuck you all the time, but I guess I'd like fucking her. She has nice thighs. I've had a few peeks up her dress and I saw her panties a couple of times."
"What a lovely, sexy boy you are, dear," Betty told him, then he watched her breasts swaying as she turned and bent to turn the water off.
"Mummy, please let me take your panties off for, you. I've often dreamed of kneeling down behind a woman and taking her panties down, nice and slow."
"All right, darling," she told him, then stood with her back to him, wriggling her bottom to add to his wild excitement. "Help yourself. I'm getting so horny again. If we can get your beautiful cock hard again, you'll get to know the thrill of fucking a woman, of pushing your hard prick up the slit of her cunt and working it in and out while you lie down on her belly or kneel up against her bare ass or even when you lie on your back and she sits on you and fucks you that way."
"Are there that many ways of fucking, Mom?" he asked.
"Zillions, darling, and we'll try them all, but the first time we fuck, you'll lie down on top of me and put your cock in my cunt. We'll make sure my cunt is juicy, nice and slippery so you can get that long bone in easy."
"Oh Mom, I wish I could get another hard-on right away. I'm so anxious to fuck you and suck your tits and your cunt and everything."
"Don't concentrate on it and it will happen faster, darling. For now, just peel my panties down and see my bare ass and feel me up and just enjoy yourself. Robin, dear, we're going to be so good for each other and life will be so beautiful for us. Ooohhhh, I'm getting very horny, very trembly, just thinking of you taking down my panties and playing with my ass."
"Me too," Robin assured her and then he caught the waistband of the nylon panties and began tugging them down, "Oh Mummy, your bum is so beautiful. Look at those lovely, white cheeks and that crack. Oh Mummy, I'm so happy I can hardly keep from crying. Isn't that crazy?"
"No dear, that's not crazy at all. I feel the same," Betty told him. "I love the way you take my panties down so slowly. I want to feel you playing with my bare naked ass and kissing it and even diddling my asshole with your finger, if you want to."
"Oh yes," he assured her. "I'd love to stick a finger up your hole. It won't hurt you, will it?"
"No darling, not if you're gentle and you always are."
"Mom, will you teach me to be a very good fucker and sucker and everything like that?"
"Yes, my darling, I'll teach you to be the best lover in the world. Oh, my ass is all bare now, isn't it, dear?"
"Yes, Mom. Oh, it's so beautiful, so smooth, so white. Oh Mummy, let me kiss it ... Let me kiss your beautiful ass."
"Yes, darling, do anything you want. Well, not anything, don't kiss my cunt or the crack of my ass until I've had a bath, but go ahead and play with me. I love it, darling."
And play he did. His hands went to the perfect rounds of her behind and played eagerly as he thrilled to the feel of firm flesh and silken skin, then he was holding her hips with both hands and rubbing his cheek on her buttocks as he felt the promise of erection in his penis and trembled when he realized that he could be within minutes of knowing what it felt like to lie on the body of a naked woman and slowly work the full length of his penis into her soft vagina. At the thought, his penis began to rise.
"That super cock of yours is looking very promising," Betty told her son. "I'd better get on with my bath so my body will be clean and ready for you. Would you like to help me?"
Robin accepted the offer eagerly and then he was on his knees beside the tub, smearing lather over the arms, shoulders and back of the woman. He loved washing under her arms, then he was fondling her breasts through rich, warm lather, thrilling to the feel of them, his penis so hard that he couldn't believe it.
"Oh Robin, darling," Betty sighed, "I love the way you wash my tits. Nobody ever did that for me before and your hands are so gentle, the lather feels so sexy. It's almost as thrilling as having my tits sucked by a beautiful lover."
"I'll do that too, Mom. I'd love to give you a bath every day."
"Yes dear. Rinse my tits now and I'll kneel up and let you wash some other sexy places. I may have a come while you're washing my cunt, especially if you wash in between my lips."
"Oh yes, Mummy, yes," he panted as he carried warm water to her breasts and watched the lather run down in rivulets over her tummy, leaving her breasts shining and ever sexier looking.
Before she could kneel up, Robin stole a breast as his open mouth came to it. He held the silken gourd with both hands as he sucked on it and felt the nipple get long and hard in his greedily sucking mouth.
"Ooh, stop that, you naughty boy or we'll never stop. I want to finish this bath so we can go to bed to suck and fuck."
Grinning, he released the breast, licked over the nipple and then Betty was panting as she knelt up, her shining cones glistening.
Betty turned a little so that he could see her big, white behind and then he was washing it, thrilling to the way his hands slithered over the smooth skin and the warm lather. No matter how exciting it turned out to be when he had his penis in her for the ultimate sex act, he thought, it couldn't beat the thrill of washing those beautiful buttocks and the lovely, deep crack between. As he carefully washed the crack, the tip of a finger found a tight little hole and he laved it gently, moving the tip of a soapy finger inside and causing Betty to giggle and sigh as he gave the tight ring a soapy frigging.
Robin won no medals for speed when he finally got around to rinsing her behind, then he was sweating as she knelt with her knees wide apart and he smeared the lather over her firm, smooth thighs and then into her crotch. They both panted and trembled as he washed the soft lips he found there, then they both felt arousal soar as he carried lather into her slit and probed with a gentle finger.
"Oh yes, darling," Betty panted when his finger found her clitoris, "there. Right there ... Stroke my clit ... Yes ... there more, darling ... more ... more ... Oh Christ, I'm going to come ... A little more, darling ... a little more ... right there ... yes ... Oh Christ ... Here it comes ... uh ... ah ... ah ... uhhhhh ... "
While he fingered her clit, Robin had been holding one smooth buttock and he tightened that grip when she went jerking into climax. The experience took the boy on a wild ride to the upper deck of heaven as the slippery cheek kept rubbing his hand while her silken thighs captured the other and her lovely breasts jerked and bobbed while the massive, LP orgasm kept rocking her body for a long time.
"Oh darling," Betty sighed later, "you must be by far, without a doubt, the best cunt washer in the world."
"It was great for me, Mom. You really went wild," the boy told his mother, his eyes shining. "Would you like me to finger your pretty cunt and give you another big come?"
"Not right now, darling. I couldn't stand it. We'll go to bed soon and then we'll go wild. I'll give you both my tits to suck and then my cunt to suck and my ass to play with and then you'll lie down on my belly and fuck my cunt. How does that sound, angel?"
"Oh Mom, it sounds perfect, better than perfect," the boy told her, then he carefully rinsed her vagina, she got out of the tub and he toweled her body until it glowed.
They walked hand in hand to her bedroom and Robin saw more of what he was going to get as she bent over the wide bed to draw the covers back. Squatting, he saw the lovely pink slit between her thighs and he licked his lips as he anticipated sucking it, then invading it with his stiff penis.
And then they were embracing on the bed, their naked, hot bodies rubbing together as they kissed and she showed him what a difference it made when their tongues came into play as they kept the kiss going on and on, a thrilling exchange of saliva, a mutual tongue lashing during which he felt his penis hard on her tummy, throbbing with desire.
After a while, she gave him a lesson in sucking breasts. He was an eager student and soon had her moaning with passion as he sucked and licked and worked hard hippies between his lips while his hands fondled the lovely pair better than any man ever had, she assured him.
As he kissed down her belly, he asked her to turn over. When she did, he hurried his mouth to her behind and then he was making her squirm as he kissed and licked and fondled an exciting pair of cheeks and sent his tongue exploring the crack between them. She squealed with delight when Robin used the tip of his tongue to tickle her anus and then he heard her quavering groan as he worked the tip of his tongue into the tight hole and her big behind jerked up against his eagerly invading face.
"Oh Mummy," he told her later, "it's so thrilling to have my face buried in the crack of your ass and to kiss and lick your pretty little pink hole. Will you let me do that often?"
"Yes, darling, very often. Nobody ever did that to me," she told him, "and it was so sexy, such a horny thrill. What a wonderfully imaginative lover you are, Robin darling."
"Is it time for me to suck your pretty cunt now. I really want to do it."
"Yes darling, it's time to suck and lick my juicy, horny cunt. I'll let you give me a come that way, then you'll stick that lovely prick up my slit and fuck me."
"Oh Mummy ... Mummy ... Mummy," he panted as Betty lay on her back and slowly raised and parted her knees wide so that he was staring hotly into her side open crotch. "Your cunt ... your pretty cunt ... I can see it ... It's all pink and soft and beautiful ... Oh Mummy, let me suck you. I want to suck your cunt and lick it and fuck it and do everything."
"Yes, darling, yes," she told him, "but first, let me show you what the inside of a cunt is like."
While he stared, she rubbed a hand all over her vulva, then used the tips of her fingers to move the lips wide apart and hold them that way while her behind wiggled, her breathing labored with lust.
"There darling, there," she panted. "That's what a cunt looks like. See how red and juicy it looks. Do you want to suck and lick my cunt, darling?"
"Yes ... yes," Robin panted and then he went down on her without waiting for permission, his open mouth warm and thrilling as it fastened onto the moist organ. She cried out at the first touch and then she was sighing warmly as the greedy boy sucked and licked the hot, juicy treasure, his hands exploring wherever they could reach, his hard tool throbbing until he thought it would explode.
"Oh darling," Betty panted, "how you eat my cunt. This is it ... the best ever ... oh yes ... eat my cunt, angel. Oh you darling lover ... suck ... lick ... drive me out of my mind ... What a sweet cunt lapper you are, Robin ... Yes ... Drink up my juice ... Oh yes, lover ... yes ... yes ... yes ... " she panted as strong, gentle hands rubbed the boy's head and she pulled his pretty face more tightly into the heat of her crotch.
As hard as he tried, Robin couldn't swallow juice fast enough to keep up with the mingling of his saliva with that tasty fluid he found in the warm slit.
"Oh darling, you're such a sweet, juicy cunt lapper," Betty told him. "My cunt is so juicy I can feel some of it tickling into the crack of my ass. Oh, I love that. Can you feel how wet my crack is?"
Without taking his mouth off her organ, Robin turned a little, got a hand under her and then a finger moved up and down her crack, finding it wet and slippery. It felt so good that he explored until he found her anal ring and then he was fingering it while his mouth and tongue drove his mother crazy with passion until she erupted once more in delicious orgasm, her thighs capturing his head with a thrilling, silken strength. For a moment, he thought she would break his neck, then he decided even that would be a thrilling experience. As she held and rubbed and jerked, Robin found the tip of his nose inside her slit and that added to his erotic delight as he sniffed deeply of musk while his hands clutched her hips and buttocks.
"Oh Robin, Robin," his mother told him, opening her starry eyes. "What magnificent comes you give me. What a beautiful life we're going to have."
"Oh yes, Mom. I'm so excited and happy I can't believe it's really happening."
"That's the way I feel too, darling, but I can assure you it really is happening. Do you want to fuck me now?"
"Oh yes, Mummy, yes. My cock feels so hard and strong. Shall I stick it in your cunt now?"
"Yes, angel. Come lie down right on top of me and put your lovely long cock up my cunt. Oh what a lovely fucking this is going to be. Yes, that's it, dear, right on top of me. There, doesn't it feel nice to lie on a naked woman?"
"Oh yes, darling Mummy, yes. You're so smooth and so warm and nice. Can you feel my prick in your crotch?"
"Yes, dear, I can and it feels thrilling. Lie still, I'll guide it into my cunt. There, I've got it in my hand. It feels as hard as a rock, dear. Here, I'll rub the head of your cock on my cunt. Do you like that, darling? What a lovely feeling to have a beautiful cock rub my cunt just before it goes inside to fuck me. Ready now, darling, I'm going to guide this long cock right between the lips of my cunt. Here it goes, darling, feel it ... Feel your prick as it slips into my slippery cunt for your very first fuck."
Robin groaned and she felt him trembling as the soft, velvet head moved into the slit, then she felt him give an eager jab, feeding more of it into her. She urged him on, her gentle hands rubbing his back, then he fed it to her a little at a time until she had taken it all and she could feel the strong young bone throbbing in the depths of her.
"Oh Christ, that feels so good, Robin," she panted as he ground down in her crotch. "Try and fuck me slowly and it will last longer. Make your strokes long and slow with that lovely cock. The slower you fuck me, the longer your fuck will last."
"Yes, Mummy, yes," the boy panted and then he went to work in her crotch, instinct showing him how to do the job, his heart pounding furiously as he thrilled to the feel of his hard, sensitive penis working in and out of the tight, hot, juicy slit, while her thighs rubbed his and her hands massaged his back, her whispered words adding to his lust.
Following her advice, Robin stroked slowly, each long thrust sending waves of ecstasy through his body, but then passion took complete control of him and he couldn't keep his body from racing, his penis thrusting in and hot slit like a well-lubricated piston. Betty didn't complain and her arms tightened around him, her breathing ragged as he pounded in her wide open crotch, making her love it while she felt her body preparing for yet another orgasm if the ride lasted a little longer.
And despite the speed of his humping, it did last to the point that she cried out in climax, threw her strong, smooth legs right around him and squeezed hard. The ride had lasted just long enough so that as she climaxed, loud cries echoing through the room, Robin ground down hard in her crotch and then he was panting and gasping as he felt his semen shooting strongly into the soft organ that went into sucking action and sucked him until he was spent and so weak that he thought he would faint.
Later, they talked and Betty assured her son that it had been magnificent, that in the past, she had never had an orgasm during intercourse, that his style had worked a miracle for her.
"You didn't mind that I fucked so fast?" Robin asked.
"Not a bit, darling. You started slow and finished so excitingly fast. God, darling, you fucked as fast as a dog and it was heaven. Imagine, we both came at the same time."
"Will fucking always be this good, Mom?" he asked.
"Yes darling, it will always be great because both of us will work at pleasing the other, doing all kinds of sexy things to make it exciting. I'll teach you lots of different positions for sucking and fucking and we'll buy books that will give us other ideas. Life will be a continuing joy for us, my darling lover. You must be so tired now, dear. Lie down with your face on my breast."
Sighing, he did so and as his mother held him with loving warmth on her lovely body, he slipped into a deep sleep. It gave Betty time to think of what had happened and she thought she should feel guilt over what she had done, but there wasn't even a suggestion of guilt in her mind so she stopped looking for it.
As she permitted the thought process to wind out in her mind, she thought of how she and her son had been deserted by the man who hadn't loved them enough. It had been hard on them both and they had been lonely and unhappy. Out of that shared loneliness, fate had pushed them together and they had discovered a miracle of love, of joy and contentment. She would be a food to turn her back on so generous a fate, to throw back the gift that had been given them.
Betty thought of her friend Jenny and of how she had tried to help. Before long, Betty guessed, Jenny would see that something had happened to change her and she would wonder about it. When that happened, Betty told herself, she would probably break down and share her secret.
Jenny, she knew, would be wildly excited and would want to join in their exciting games. That would delight Robin, she felt sure and she sensed that in the course of their sexual fun and games, her excited son would delight in watching two naked women romping on a bed, performing a variety of sexual acts.
Life was just beginning, Betty told herself and it was going to be a beautiful, exciting life. She looked at the beautiful boy asleep on her breast and felt wild desire beginning to build between her thighs, but there was no hurry. She would allow him to sleep and then he would wake to find himself in her arms and they would renew their forbidden pleasure, would renew it and be careful to feed it constantly so that it would grow and thrive through the indefinite future.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
It was a few minutes before ten and Maria was ready to close up the branch library for the night. It had been another quiet evening and she had allowed the others to go home early. One customer remained. Her name was Janet and she was sixteen and beautiful. She was also the reason Maria had let the others go early.
Maria had been aware of the girl for a couple of weeks, aware in a sexual sense. Completely screened by the counter, Maria sat with the hem of her dress raised high, her left hand almost casually stroking the crotch of her pantyhose as she glanced at the girl who appeared to be deeply immersed in a book she was reading.
But if the girl was looking at the book, Maria was not. She was looking at Janet, as she found herself doing more and more of late.
Janet sat at a table, facing her. When Janet smiled, her whole face lit up, but at the moment, she wasn't wearing her smile. The book she was reading, Maria knew, was a study of female sexuality, including lesbianism. That intrigued the librarian, but so did what she saw under the table.
The girl wore no nylons and displayed luscious white thighs, smooth, hairless and beautifully fleshed. Since Maria happened to be a confirmed lesbian, the sight of a pair of thighs like Janet's, had to move her, kept her from being able to take the hand out of her crotch as she thought of how thrilling it would be to have the beautiful young girl alone in her apartment, to kiss and fondle that lovely face and body, to undress her a little at a time as she went about seducing her.
Maria was a beautiful woman, her figure excellent for a woman in her late thirties. She had one lesbian playmate, a married woman about her own age. They met from time to time and always enjoyed their passionate sessions. Still, the girl presented a temptation that could not be ignored.
As she looked at the tempting thighs, Maria reminded herself that she had vowed to leave the young ones alone. An affair with a seventeen-year-old had cost her-her last job and she didn't want to lose this one. Still, lovely, white thighs like Janet's were enough to make that promise to herself seem less important, so did the heat that built steadily where Maria's hand was rubbing. Maria toyed with the idea of pushing the pantyhose and panties down so that she could get a finger right into the core of the building heat, but she rejected it and then the girl closed the big book and got up, smiling warmly at Maria.
"Good timing, Janet," Maria said as the girl returned the book and came to the counter. "I thought you would be keeping me overtime tonight."
"I wouldn't do that to you, Maria," Janet said as her smile became even warmer. "I like it here, it's so quiet, so peaceful, but I don't want to spoil a good thing."
"How did the reading go?" Maria asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Books have all the words, but I'm not sure they have many answers."
"That shows wisdom, dear. Care for a ride home? I'm not in any hurry."
"Thanks, Maria. I was hoping you'd offer. I really love talking to you. You seem to have it all so together."
"Would that you were right, Janet. Suffering a severe shortage of people to talk to?"
"I guess. Oh, there are lots of people, but, you know."
"Yes dear, I know. Let a close up this dump before it crumbles around us. What time do you have to be home?"
"It doesn't really matter, by twelve, I suppose. I live with my sister and her husband and they don't really care what I do."
Maria locked the main door and they walked to her car. As they got in, Maria couldn't resist stealing a glimpse of the girl's thighs, then realized that Janet was doing that to her as well.
As they chatted during the drive, Maria became more and more convinced that the girl was ready for introduction into pleasures. That time of night wasn't the right time to make the big play, she reasoned, but there would be no harm in using the time to set things up, to make sure she was on the right track.
When she suggested they stop at her place for a cup of tea, the girl agreed eagerly. In the apartment, they chatted and sipped small glasses of sherry while the tea water boiled, then they switched to tea.
Maria guided the conversation deftly and learned that Janet had been disillusioned by boys, men and marriage and was looking for some other alternative.
"There aren't many alternatives, are there, dear?" the librarian asked with a grin as they sat on a comfortable couch.
"I can only think of one," Janet replied, "and I'm not sure I have the courage to try it."
"Under the right circumstances, it doesn't take courage, Janet. Do you want to talk about it? I take it that's what you meant about books not having answers."
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all, dear. I enjoy talking with you. If I can help, I'd love to. I can discuss lesbianism with you, Janet, because I know the subject rather well, but just from books."
"Oh Maria, I'd been hoping that. I don't mean that you look or act like a lesbian or anything like that," she added, hurriedly, hoping she hadn't offended the woman.
"That's all right, Janet. Except for a few of the weird types, lesbians don't look or act differently at all. You see dozens every day and just don't know it. Ask anything at all, I'll give you the best answers I can."
"Do you ... do it with men too?" Janet asked.
"No. I went through that phase first. I gave men up more than ten years ago. For me, it's women or nothing. How about you?"
"I'm not a virgin. There were three different guys. All of them turned out bad. Once they got into my panties, I was just so much meat. Something to be used. One guy wanted me to go to a cabin with him and two other guys for a party. I was supposed to see how many times I could blow them all."
"Not very nice. I think women are better lovers for women, but don't count on finding perfection. Lesbian lovers can be jealous, bitchy, suspicious. We're only human, after all."
"Would you tell me what you do with your lover?" Janet asked. "I'm sorry if that's too personal a question."
"I don't mind, dear. We usually meet here in my apartment. She has a husband and kids. We chat and drink, then we begin to touch and kiss. As we get turned on, we fondle thighs and breasts, then our clothes vanish. We embrace in bed and squirm and rub together and we share nice kisses and touches. We fondle breasts, play with hot pussies and asses and thighs."
"Do you ... suck each other? You know."
"Do we eat cunt? Usually. Sometimes we just finger each other. Sometimes we use a battery operated dildo to fuck each other. Usually, at every session, we enjoy hot crotch lunch at least once, even if we've done the other things."
"And it's good, Maria?"
"For us, it's very good. After we've made love, we lie together, share warmth and conversation, sometimes we laugh. Have you ever tried it with a girl or a woman?"
"No."
"Do you have anything important planned for tomorrow evening?"
"No," Janet replied and her eyes brightened.
"I'll take the evening off. Would you like to come and visit me?"
"Oh yes. Maria, do I have to wait until tomorrow?"
"Yes dear, there isn't time this evening. When you visit me tomorrow, we're going to chat and touch and I'm going to seduce you, very gently, unhurriedly. I want you like it, dear."
"Are you ... just doing this for me?"
"No," Maria told her and smiled. "Here, let me show you something."
Standing, Maria pulled the hem of her dress high and smiled at the girl who was obviously trembling.
"Just feel the crotch of my pantyhose for a moment," Maria told her. "Tell me what you feel there."
"You're ... a little wet," Janet said as she felt the warm garment.
"Yes, dear, I'm wet because in the library, while you were reading, I was looking at your luscious thighs, I was thinking very sexy thoughts about you and I was rubbing my crotch. I wanted to take my panties down and get my finger right in my slit for a come, but I managed to resist that."
"Oh Maria, it's so exciting," Janet said as the woman took the hand out of her crotch and let her dress fall into place. "Don't you want to do something to me right now?"
"Yes, darling, I want that very much, but there isn't time. I'm going to take you home now. When you're in bed, put a hand between your thighs and try to think about what it will be like tomorrow. When I go to bed, I'm going to think beautiful thoughts and finger my cunt until I enjoy two or three beautiful comes. When you arrive tomorrow, I shall be freshly bathed and so very ready to seduce you."
Maria had seduced innocent girls before and some had been very easy, but none had ever been as eager as Janet. In the car on the way home, their shared excitement was a force that could almost be seen and then Maria parked the car a few doors away from the girl's house.
"Let's kiss goodnight, darling," Maria said and then Janet was in her arms and their mouths came together in a kiss of passion which caused them both to tremble.
As the kiss ended, at last, Maria felt her way up a thrillingly firm, smooth thigh until her hand pressed on the warm crotch of nylon panties, rubbing gently and feeling something deliciously warm and soft inside.
"That's just to give you something to think about until tomorrow, darling," Maria told her. "Tomorrow, after I've warmed you up and made you nice and squirmy, my mouth will be right there and there won't be any panties in the way."
When Janet got out of the car, Maria saw that she was walking with difficulty, her thighs rubbing. A smile came over her face and it widened as she watched the girl walk to her house, turning to wave goodbye as she reached the front door.
On a hunch, Maria drove down the block, U-turned and came back to park across from Janet's house. She saw the light go on in an upstairs bedroom, then Janet stood very close to the undraped window and began undressing.
"You sexy little bitch," Maria said with a smile as she watched the young beauty undressing. "I teased you, now it's your turn to tease me."
Looking at the girl in bra and panties, Maria saw enough to make her lick her lips, then the bra came off, surprisingly big breasts were bared and Maria sent a hand into her crotch. Janet turned her back to the window and bent a little from the waist as she pushed her panties down. After she stepped out of them, she turned to the window again, posed for a moment, then walked away. As Maria went on rubbing in her crotch, the light went out. Maria drove home in a highly aroused state, anticipating getting her hands on the sexy young beauty. Before sleep came that night, Maria developed a tired finger and wrist from fingering what she planned on teaching the girl to suck and lick, within twenty-four hours.
Despite the fact that Maria kept herself busy at the library the next day, time dragged cruelly, but it passed and six o'clock found Maria soaking in a perfumed tub, washing her body carefully. When she dressed, she put on a matching black nylon and lace bra and panty set, then decided a filmy black negligee would be appropriate. She still had almost a half hour to wait, so she poured a drink and sipped on it, trying to avoid watching the hall clock. She gave a little cry of relief when, twenty minutes early, she answered the buzzer and heard Janet's voice.
"Am I too early?" the smiling girl asked as Maria let her into the apartment.
"You have to be kidding, darling. I've been going out of my mind waiting."
"Oh Maria, you're beautiful. You look so sexy in that negligee."
"You look very sexy yourself, darling and very beautiful. You also looked very beautiful last night when you undressed."
"I had to get even with you for making me so sexy in the car when you stroked my pussy and kissed me like that."
"You got even all right. I was horny all the way home," Maria told her, "and I had three or four comes before I could get to sleep. How about you? Did you finger little cuntie?"
"Mmmm, did I ever. For the first time in my life, after I came, I tasted my finger, then I stuck it way in and tasted it again."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, but I think I'll like the taste of yours better."
"That sounds promising, darling," Maria told her. "I felt pretty sure I'd get to eat your pussy tonight, but as for you going down on me, I wasn't sure you'd be ready for it the first time."
"Why not?"
"Some girls are too nervous the first time. They may enjoy having their cunts lapped, but they turn chicken and can't return the favor, hot right away."
"Have you seduced that many girls, Maria?"
"Seven or eight, I guess, but at sixteen, you're the youngest and, after what I saw last night, the most beautiful. Lord, what a mature set of tits you lave. I can't wait to have them in my hands and in my mouth."
"That's the way I feel about you, Maria. Tell me about the things women can do for each other."
"I'll do better than that, Janet. A friend of mine recently sent me a set of pictures of herself and a very pretty seventeen-year-old she spent a weekend with and has since taken in as her lover. They're really sexy. Want to see them?"
Janet was eager to and Maria took them from a drawer and went to sit on the couch beside the girl. Putting the envelope down, she took Janet into her arms and they shared a passionate kiss. In the course of it, Maria pulled Janet partially across her body and slowly felt her way up a firm thigh until she was fondling a delectable buttock.
"Now then, about those pictures," Maria said as she opened the envelope and took out the first one. "See how Dinah is fondling one tit while she sucks the other. I'm going to be doing that to you in a little while."
As they looked through the pictures," Maria said as she opened the envelope and took out the first one. "See how Dinah is fondling one tit while she sucks the other. I'm going to be doing that to you in a little while."
As they looked through the pictures, arousal growing, Maria commented on each. "Isn't that a sweet looking cunt? ... See how she's licking right on Cathy's clit ... Look at that finger up her asshole ... This is a nice shot of sixty-nine ... I love to sit on a face like that to have my cunt lapped ... See how she holds the cheeks apart to get her tongue right in her crack ... Oh yes, Dinah loves to have a dildo up her cunt, even though she hates men and real cocks ... Yes, she loves to flavor a peeled banana in a cunt and then suck and eat it. I'll do that with you, if you like ..."
There was a comment on each picture and then when they had looked at the last one, Maria tossed the envelope onto the table and drew Janet into her arms again. This time, while they kissed and their tongues played wet games, Maria opened the top of the girl's dress and slid the zipper down all the way. Her hands felt smooth and exciting as they rubbed the bare back and as the kiss ended, she pulled the dress down to Janet's waist, her hands going to the nicely filled up of the white bra, squeezing and fondling lush, firm breasts and making the girl pant with desire.
And then Janet showed what an eager victim she was going to be as she reached for Maria's breasts and felt them lovingly, her hands inside the negligee, fondling through the very light bra the woman wore.
"Will mine be the first tits you've ever played with?" Maria asked as she pulled the negligee wide open to display more of her lovely, mature body which looked so white in contrast to the black garments.
"Yes. I'm dying to see them bare and play with them and suck them."
"And are you going to lick my nipples and make them get long and hard, darling? I love that."
"Oh yes. I'm going to do everything. You'll teach me all the things, won't you, Maria?"
"You can bet on it, angel. I'll take my negligee off now and then I'll undress you a little at a time. You see, seduction should never be rushed. Our cunts should really be simmering before our panties come down."
"My cunt was simmering before I got here," Janet told her with a little giggle.
"So was mine, but they'll both get a lot hotter yet," Maria said as she stood and slowly allowed the negligee to fall away, liking what she saw in the bright eyes of her young partner. "Yes, darling, I do have a good body and I'm going to love sharing it with you," Maria said as she rubbed her hands over the cups of her bra, down over her almost flat tummy and then on to her inner thighs before she allowed one to stray into her crotch where it rubbed suggestively. "Stand up now, darling and I'll take your dress off for you. I wouldn't want you to tire yourself before we start our exhausting games."
When the girl stood, Maria reached for the cups of her bra and fondled them, then she slowly pushed the dress down over her hips and allowed it to fall to the carpet, then she helped the girl step out of it and took her into her arms and they kissed passionately, each fondling the buttocks of the other as their bodies rubbed together in mounting heat.
"Time for bed now, dear," Maria whispered, warmly.
"But I'm not sleepy yet," Janet teased.
"Then we'll just have to find something else to do, I guess."
They were laughing nervously as they walked into the bedroom and then Janet gasped as she looked at the wide, double bed. The covers had been pulled back to display a black satin, fitted sheet.
"Ooh, Maria, that looks so sexy. Is it satin?"
"Yes dear, that's one of my little luxuries. I like to see a white body on a black sheet. Sometimes when I'm alone, I tilt the mirror and watch my reflection while my finger fucks my cunt."
"That sounds exciting. Will you tilt the mirror for us?" Janet asked.
"I already have, darling. Let's have another kiss," she went on, "before we get on the bed."
As they moved into a passionate embrace, Maria heard the girl moan into her open mouth, then she pushed her hands inside little panties to caress buttocks that were perfect rounds. Almost instantly, she felt a pair of hands inside her panties. Their kiss lasted for a long, lovely time as they silently told each other about excitement and beauty, their hands as active as their mouths and lips and tongues.
"Lie down on the bed now, darling," Maria said. "Let me see your lovely white body on that black satin, just as a perfect jewel is displayed."
Trembling, Janet got onto the bed and lay on her back, parting her legs wide to show the woman her crotch. While Maria stared and licked her lips, Janet couldn't keep from squirming and that presented a more enticing picture.
"Here I come, my darling angel," Maria told her, then she was on the bed and they were embracing and kissing and Maria was unhooking the girl's bra. "Oh my God, what lush, beautiful tits you have, my darling. How I'm going to use my mouth on those delicate beauties."
Janet moaned loudly as Maria claimed one with a hand, the other with a mouth that was warm and moist and so very exciting as it sucked greedily, yet gently. After she had filled her mouth with breast, she released most of it, her lips capturing the pink nipple and sucking it to thrilling hardness while the girl panted and writhed under her.
"Oh God, Maria, I knew it would be good," Janet said, her voice breaking, "but not so good. The way your lovely mouth sucks on my tit makes me feel it right in my cunt."
Maria didn't reply, but she filled her mouth with left breast while she fondled the other, finger and thumb doing magic things to a sensitive nipple. After a while, moving gently over her partner, Maria fitted her mouth to a firm, smooth right breast while her hand went to the other.
"Do you think your beautiful tits have been sucked enough for now, darling," Maria asked as she raised her body and looked down at the girl, licking her lips.
"I don't think anything. I can't think. Oh Maria, show me your tits. Give them to me so I can feel them and suck them."
"Yes, darling. Just lie still, I'll take my bra off and deliver my tits right to your mouth. I wish I had sweet milk in my tits to feed my beautiful little baby, my lovely, sexy baby," she said, panting as she unhooked her bra, then it was off and Janet made a strangled little sound as she looked up at the lush breasts, firm in their maturity and seeming to beg silently to be sucked as they swayed above Janet's upturned face.
"Lie still, darling," Maria said as she cupped a big, beautiful breast from below and squeezed it. "Open wide, here comes a nice big tit for you to suck, you angel. Oh yes, darling, here it comes ... here ... here ... " she whispered as her body came slowly down and then the nipple rubbed the parted lips of the panting girl.
With a muffled growl of passion, Janet took the nipple between her lips, rubbed it there, then sucked her mouth full of silken breast, making Maria moan with passion as she went on to fondle and suck breasts for an endless time before Maria took the second one away from her and, lying partially on the girl, rubbed the nipple all over her lovely young face.
"You like the way my nipple rubs your face, dear?" she asked. "One of these times, I'll rub my nipple on your hot, hard little clit and make you have a come. That's so sexy."
"You're going to lose your little panties now, darling," Maria announced as she moved down on the bed, her hands fondling the excitingly firm body, one hand rubbing on the crotch of warm panties. "Yes, dear, I'm going to strip your body naked so that my eyes can feast on it, my eyes and my hands and my warm mouth."
Maria began to tug the panties down slowly and Janet helped by raising her bottom off the sheet. The panties moved down easily and bared a neat triangle of pubic hair, an exciting, golden crown for the pink jewel just below it, Maria thought, then she stripped the garment off Janet's legs and gasped in arousal as the girl opened her crotch wide to display a little pink vulva that was so tender looking, so tasty that Maria groaned loudly as she put a hand gently on it arid rubbed it lightly, softly.
"That has to be the tenderest, most beautiful cunt in the world, darling," Maria told the girl, her voice breaking with excitement. "I may never stop sucking it."
"I'm so glad you like my cunt, Maria, but you'll have to stop sucking it so I can get my face in your crotch and suck your cunt. I'm dying to suck you and lick you, right inside your cunt. I want to feel you coming with my face right in your crotch. It's going to be so warm and silky."
Bending over the panting beauty, Maria teased her and added to arousal for both of them by licking around smooth tummy and inner thighs, her tongue coming teasingly close, yet not quite touching the soft pink lips, then Janet felt Warm breath on her crotch, heard Maria's breath catch with excitement and then there was a mouth on her vulva and the mouth was kissing and Janet was crying out with passion of a degree she wouldn't have believed possible.
"Oh ... oh ... oh Maria," she gasped, "oh ... ooohhhhh ... my cunt ... my cunt ... it's so good ... good ... uh ... oh ... Ooohhhh ..."
As Maria sucked, her hands held the girl's hips, then they pushed under her to claim the lovely nether cheeks in loving captivity. After a little while, they came back to squeeze the hips for a few seconds, then they rubbed along the smooth tummy and up until they found her breasts which were lovingly fondled while the greedy mouth sucked in the silken heat of Janet's crotch and then Maria's tongue went between the tender lips and began probing the hot, juice interior as the girl emitted cry after cry of passion.
But there were more cries to come and Janet realized that as she felt Maria's tongue find her clitoris and lick it so thrillingly that she thought she would go out of her mind if the ecstasy didn't end.
As Maria licked on, the ecstasy didn't end and Janet didn't go out of her mind, but she went way out of the world and swam gracefully among stars and rainbows and rockets in a world of beauty and music and joy and sweet sensuality; a world contained within her crotch where a beautiful woman sucked and licked until Janet discovered for the first time that there was a volcano in her crotch and it was erupting, sending hot streams of lava coursing through her entire being, smothering her with its warmth, bring her a degree of ecstasy so great that she couldn't have imagined it even in her wildest, erotic dreams.
"Why you naughty little girl," Maria said as she knelt up between Janet's legs and licked her lips, her eyes shining, "I do believe you had a little come."
"A ... a little come? You have to be kidding. If that was a come, I've never had one before. I felt it in my fingers and toes. Sweet Jesus, Maria, your tongue is magic."
"So is your tasty little cunt, darling. You may not have noticed it, but I was in such ecstasy eating that tender young cunt that I had a come myself while I rubbed my thighs together when I was lapping you. I'm a gourmet when it comes to cunt and I've never known anything as sweet as that little passion flower in your hot crotch. Oh baby, this isn't going to be just a onetime thing. I want to keep you, I want to watch you grow into lovely womanhood with me."
"Oh yes, Maria, I want that too. I want to come to live with you."
"We'll work it out, darling, we'll make it happen," Maria assured her, then they embraced and kissed again.
"It's my turn now, Maria. Let me do all the lovely, exciting things to your body. Let me take off your bra, then your panties. I want to suck you all over like you did to me."
"Yes, my darling baby, yes. I'm so horny my skin is crawling. Take my bra off and start with my tits while I let my cunt simmer some more. By the time you get to it, you may burn your pretty lips."
"You can't scare me, Maria," the girl said, her eyes alight as she reached behind the woman to unhook her bra, then the garment fell away. "Oh my God, Maria," Janet's voice broke as the big, firm breasts popped free, "LOOK, OH WHAT BEAUTIFUL TITS. Oh Maria," she sighed as hands that trembled with excitement reached for the big, firm breasts, then she was sucking and fondling, pink tongue curling around pink nipples and licking over big, white gourds.
"You handle tits like a dream, darling," Maria told her, sighing, delighted that the child was doing so well. "Here, take some more, Janet," Maria said and a hand was on the back of the girl's head, holding and rubbing as the woman pressed more of the beautiful breast into the wide open mouth and Janet sucked as though there were no tomorrow, as though the rest of her life had to be lived in those precious few minutes with the beautiful lesbian.
When her breast began to feel raw, Maria took it out of Janet's mouth and fed her the other. Again the girl suckled it deliciously and then one of her hands was rubbing down to where clinging panties covered that for which Janet's mouth watered. Thighs parted and the girl's hand rubbed on soft, warm nylon, felt the tender target there and had to get it.
"Oh Maria, I can't wait," she panted. "I've got to do it. I have to suck your cunt. I have to taste it, to lick inside and find your cunt juice. Let me, Maria, let me now."
"Of course, angel, but don't you think you should take my panties off? Cunt doesn't taste as good through nylon."
Trembling hands gripped the woman's panties, Maria let her behind come up off the bed and then Janet stripped that garment down and off and her eyes went out of focus as they feasted on the naked body of the beautiful, mature woman in blazing lust.
"Oh Maria ... your cunt ... I can't believe it ... it's such a pretty thing ... so pink and soft ... so beautiful," she said, trembling as her right hand went gently into the open, warm crotch of the sighing woman, then it was rubbing softly and the girl licked her lips in anticipation. "Let me open you up. I want to look right in your lovely warm cunt."
"Yes, baby, yes. Part my lips and see what you'll get to suck and lick. Be gentle, darling, but hurry. I'm hot, baby. My cunt is tingling for it. I need your mouth there. I need to feel your tongue licking inside my cunt. Yes baby, part the lips of my randy little cunt and take a look, then bring your lovely face into my nice warm crotch and eat me."
"Oh Maria, it's so pink and soft and shiny with juice," Janet panted as her fingers parted the soft lips. I never knew a cunt could be so beautiful, so exciting," she added as she gently pushed a finger up the juicy slit and worked it in and out as the woman's behind writhed on the sheet.
"Now, baby, now," Maria panted. "Bring your face down to my crotch. Let me feel your moist mouth on my hot cunt. Suck me, darling ... suck my cunt ... suck me and lick me. Do it to me, baby and make me come before I explode."
Maria raised and parted her legs, presenting her pink target in the luscious frame of white thighs and buttocks, then, with a low, quavering cry of passion, Janet sent her mouth right to the target.
As mouth lips met crotch lips, Maria's cry of ecstasy was loud and shrill, Janet's was deep and muffled and then she was sucking, greedily, hungrily, juicily, slurping and sucking and licking while her hands fondled the beautifully fleshed hips of her squirming, sighing partner. The hungry girl sucked so magnificently that it was as though she had been doing it for a hundred years and then her tongue went to the top of the slit, found the hard little passion bud, then Maria was wailing a hymn of joy as the skilled tongue licked her to the edge and then sent her beyond, her naked body jerking and writhing in delicious orgasm. But Janet, drunk with the nectar she had lapped, tried to keep right on lapping. Her clitoris too sensitive to take even another lick, Maria pushed the face from her crotch, pressed lovely thighs defensively together, then threw herself face down on the bed and Janet stared at the lovely oval buttocks in exciting jerking action. Unable to resist, the girl held Maria's hips with both hands and buried her face between the lovely buttocks, kissing and licking and rubbing with passion that refused to diminish.
And Maria, after she recovered from the wild orgasm, was in the same state, so they romped on the satin sheet, their mouths and hands and bodies always eager for more, until at last, they tiredly agreed that they'd reached a point where they had to stop.
Janet's sister and brother-in-law didn't ask many questions when the girl announced she wanted to move out on her own. A few days later, Janet moved in with Maria and their orgy for two became a full time thing.
One afternoon, after they had been looking at the pictures of Dinah and Cathy again, Maria produced a Polaroid camera. At first, Janet was nervous about being photographed, but then she became excited about it and posed excitingly, alone and with Maria as they used the remote control shutter to photograph their erotic fun and games.
That evening, they went walking together and mailed the pictures to Dinah.
* * *
There was a phone call a few evenings later and Janet's excitement built as she heard Maria and Dinah planning a visit. After the conversation, Maria told Janet that they were going to go spend a week with Dinah and her young lover.
At first, Janet was nervous, then she became eager to go and time dragged, but then they were on the plane and as they neared their destination, excitement became such that it was all they could do to keep their hands and mouths off each other.
By agreement, Dinah did not meet them at the airport and they took a cab to the comfortable looking suburban house. Even before Maria could ring the bell, the door opened and they went inside. As the door closed, Maria and Dinah embraced and their kiss was much more than a kiss of greeting. While they were still locked together, kissing and fondling buttocks, Cathy appeared on the scene, looking just a little shy, then she came to Janet and in a second, their mouths were mashing wetly together, their firm young breasts rubbing, their hands moving eagerly.
The four females went into a nicely furnished room where drinks had been poured and there was much excitement, nervous laughter and exciting talk of the fun they were going to have. It was agreed that each night, Maria and Janet would share a bed while Dinah and her young lover did the same, but during the hours between, there would be a foursome. Dinah too had taken the week off so that nothing would interfere with the lesbian orgy for four that had been planned.
There were two couches in the spacious room and after an exchange of signals between the women, Maria took Cathy to one couch while Janet went to the other with Dinah. At first, the feel of another woman's hands on her made Janet nervous, but a little later, after their first kiss, that passed and as she sat on the woman's firm thighs and looked down into the open top of the dress which showed the upper slopes of lush white breasts, Janet felt arousal rocking her body. When the left hand of the woman pushed up under the hem of her dress in an obvious preview of what was to happen, Janet trembled hotly, then opened another button of Dinah's dress. Just as she was pushing the top of the woman's dress down, Janet felt a hand on the crotch of her panties and the game was underway.
Between kisses, Janet looked at the other couch and saw that Maria had already taken the girl's breasts out and was playing with them, elongating the nipples and licking her lips. Janet felt one flash of excitement, but then Dinah's dress was wide open, her bra unhooked from in front and the luscious breasts were there waiting for her hands and lips. Janet was so aroused instantly that there was no time for jealousy, no time or desire for anything but passion as she bent and followed the panting woman to feed a big breast into her mouth.
"Suck my big tits, you beautiful baby," Dinah told her as Janet opened her mouth wide and filled it with silken breast. "I love to start by having my tits sucked, then we'll strip naked and I'll eat a banquet in your lovely, sweet young crotch. I'm dying to suck the honey from your tender little cuntie and I want to hold your beautiful face in my crotch, where I'll be so hot and juicy. Oh yes, you horny little angel, that's the way to suck my tits. Oh, I can feel it right in my cunt already. Yes, baby, suck me, suck my tits and make my ass squirm."
As she sucked, Janet stole a glance at the other couch and saw that the positions were reversed there as Maria was sucking and fondling the girl's breasts. Janet saw Cathy's dress hem fly up and she noted the way little blue nylon panties snugged in her crotch. She trembled with desire as she pictured herself sucking three other women and being sucked and fondled by them.
When the petting reached the stage where the couches no longer were roomy enough, the four women got up and hurried into the bedroom where Janet saw what she decided must be the biggest bed in the world. That all four of them would use it together was obvious and then Janet was sighing warmly as her partner began undressing her. She didn't stop until Janet was naked and then it was her turn as she undressed the mature lesbian, baring a body that was big boned and well fleshed, yet perfectly proportioned and surprisingly firm. As they got onto the wide bed, Janet saw that Maria had stripped Cathy and that she and Cathy could be twins, so alike were their bodies.
The women observed that too and sat on the bed while the girls paraded around the room for them, posing and posturing, proud of their lovely young bodies and eager to share them.
When the women called them to the bed, Janet caught Cathy by the arm, whispered to her, then they moved into a passionate embrace which began with their nipples making contact, then the embrace was involving all of them as they kissed and their warm bodies rubbed together while their hands fondled nether cheeks, smooth backs and everything else they could reach.
Sitting on the bed, holding hands, the mature, nude women stared at the kissing girls and both licked their lips. Their bodies were glowing with desire. They had shared young girls before and knew well what a joy filled week they would enjoy.
The girls returned to the bed then, Janet going to Dinah while Maria claimed the trembling Cathy and the game was on. Janet reached for Dinah's breast for some more sucking, but that wasn't what the woman had in mind and instead, Janet found herself being pulled down on top of the naked woman and felt one of her firm young breasts being sucked into a wet, greedy mouth. Dinah sucked so hard that it hurt her a little, but it felt so good that Janet didn't complain and then Dinah added a little extra as, after she had fondled Janet's bottom for a while, she worked a finger into her crack, found the tight little anal ring and began moving the finger in and out, her mouth still sucking greedily.
Looking to her left, Janet saw that Maria had her face buried in Cathy's crotch and she could hear the wet slurping sounds that so excited her.
"Ooh, what a sweet, juicy sucker she is," Cathy panted. "I can feel juice running in the crack of my ass already. Oh what a beautiful cunt lapping. Yes, Maria, lash my cunt with that crazy tongue of yours. Oh Jesus, how you eat my cuntie."
And then Dinah was going down on Janet whose crotch went wide open to welcome the invading face. Dinah lapped just as excitingly as Maria and it wasn't long before Janet was going over the edge and into a blazing heaven of orgasm while firm, silken thighs rubbed the woman's face.
Before the foursome agreed that round one was over, Janet and Dinah had taken turns lapping each other, while beside them, Maria and Cathy had done the same. When they got up to take a cocktail break, all four sported excitingly wet crotches and while the older women poured the drinks, Janet explored the crack between Cathy's buttocks and found it very wet and slippery.
"Does Maria ever fuck you up the asshole with a dildo?" Cathy asked Janet.
"No. Does she do that to you?"
"Yes, often. That's why she likes to make my crack so wet when she laps my cunt. I prefer getting fucked up the cunt as a rule, but she loves getting up my ass so much that I let her."
"Do you fuck her up the ass and cunt as well?"
"Sometimes, when I get lucky. Usually she does the fucking. How about you and Maria?"
"We don't fuck up the ass, just the cunt and we take turns. She loves to suck my asshole and curl her tongue up it. I do the same to her and I love it. I love to feel my face buried between the cheeks of her ass, they're so firm and silky."
"God, I've never had my hole tongued. It sounds like a lot of fun. Doesn't it taste of poop?"
"No, not a bit. When we get a chance, I'll get my tongue up your hole and finger your cunt at the same time. I have a hunch you'll really like it. I know I'll love doing it to you that way."
Drinks were served and the four chatted, their excitement continuing to build and then they went back to the bed where Dinah guided them into a thrilling daisy chain in which she fitted her face into Janet's crotch who in turn glued her mouth to Cathy's cunt, leaving Maria to be sucked by Cathy while she lapped Dinah. It was Janet's very first experience in a daisy chain and she loved the feel and the sounds of four women eating juicy crotch at the same time.
After a long, strenuous evening of play, the four females went tiredly to bed and slept as though drugged. Cathy woke early and went to the kitchen to put water on four coffee. Hearing the sounds, Janet slipped quietly out of bed and hurried to meet her new friend. After a little kissing and fondling, they went to shower together, giggling as the shower became more than just a matter of bathing and refreshing their lovely young bodies.
Back in the kitchen, they made the coffee, but when they found that the women were still sleeping, they agreed that they were interested in something stronger than coffee.
Cathy sat on the edge of the kitchen table, Janet knelt before her and, after playing in the girl's crotch for a while, she fitted her mouth to the tender lips there and went on to give Cathy a lovely lapping. When climax came, it was strong and beautiful, but she managed to keep it as quiet as possible.
"My turn now, Cathy?" Janet asked.
"Remember what I told you yesterday about taking a tongue up your asshole? I'm in the mood if you are."
"Oh yes. Christ, that sounds so exciting. Cathy. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Mind, schmind. I've fingered your little hole and I'm dying to curl my tongue up it for a nice reaming."
"What do I do?" Janet asked, excitedly.
"Just bend over and rest your hands on the seat of that chair. I'll do the rest. Oh honey," Cathy said as Janet positioned herself, "what a gorgeous ass you have. Relax now, I like to lick around a little first. Oh yes, I'm going to love this ream job, honey, and so will you."
Holding Janet by the hips, Cathy kissed and licked her buttocks and thighs, then slowly licked up and down the deep, hairless crack while her partner trembled and panted, then Cathy was ready.
She licked slowly up the crack until the tip of her tongue found the little pink ring, then she tickled it as Janet gasped with delight and couldn't keep her behind from swaying. And then the tongue curled into a roll and began to press. Catching her breath, Janet waited, then emitted a low cry as the tongue penetrated her anal ring.
Janet felt the hands gripping her hips more tightly, then the rolled tongue was working in and out of her hole like an exciting penis. Behind her, she heard Cathy pant with passion and knew how much she was enjoying the game.
But there was more to come and Janet discovered that as a hand worked into her crotch, rubbed warmly, then, as the reaming continued, a finger slipped between the pussy lips, found her clitoris and began stroking it. The two acts together caused Janet to groan with passion and when finger and tongue continued to work so excitingly, it was a new high in ecstasy for Janet. The darting tongue made her anus and rectum feel a little raw, but it was such an exciting feeling that she didn't want it to stop any more than she wanted the thrilling fingering to come to an end.
But then came orgasm with the tongue still buried up her behind, causing Janet to wriggle her behind wildly as her hands slapped on the seat of the chair.
"What a couple of horny little bitches we have here," Maria said from the doorway and the girls turned to see a pair of naked women watching and laughing.
"Oh Maria, it's wonderful that way. I'm dying to do it to you. You will let me, won't you?"
"Oh, I'll think about it. Right now though, I think I'd prefer coffee to reaming. I guess I'm old fashioned."
They all laughed and poured coffee, then the four nudes sipped and chatted and laughed, watching and feeling each other and setting the stage for a day of almost non-stop lust. The rest of the week was much the same and when Janet and Maria returned to their home, they agreed that the vacation had been sensational and that it had given them new ideas to add spice to their already exciting relationship.
In the years since then, Maria and Janet have enjoyed encounters with other lesbians, in singles and groups, but always, they have been more than content to return to the privacy of their relationship which continues to become more rewarding with each passing day, each year. Six years have passed now and with each new morning, Maria and Janet wake up together filled with all the excitement and love of a couple on a honeymoon.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
"Oh, I'd play his organ all right," Roseann said and laughed. "First I'd play it by hand and then I'd play it as a mouth organ. After that, if he could get it up, I'd show him the first cunt he's ever seen."
"Roseann," Mindy said, her expression a blend of shock and a desire to laugh, laughter eventually winning, "I know you're a nut, but now you've really flipped. All I'm asking you to do is play the organ at that silly church one Sunday at a time until they can find a regular organist."
"So who's the nut now, Mindy? Can you see me in a fucking church?"
"Not as easily as I could see you as Madam of a high class cat house, but this is different. Mother's pressuring the ass off me. She knows you're my best friend and the best organist in the city, maybe the state or the world or whatever. If you refuse me, she'll say I didn't try."
"I'll tell her you tried. I'll tell her you even offered to kiss my ass, but that's it. Shit, if I stepped inside a church the bloody roof would collapse."
"Roseann, have I ever refused you a favor?"
"That's not fair, damn it. This is more than just a favor. What you're asking is a bloody, fucking perversion."
Despite the sincerity of her tone, Roseann had a hunch that her friend was going to break her down, but she made up her mind that she wouldn't go down without a fight. It had been years since she'd seen the inside of a church and the thought of playing hymns at Sunday service was just too much to contemplate.
Later, after they had about killed the bottle of wine, Roseann felt her resolve slipping. She couldn't really say no to her friend.
"Damnit, Mindy, this crazy," she protested weakly. "I can't do it and yet I can't say no to you. All right, what if I break down and agree to do it. Is it okay if I get to that panty-waist person and screw the ass off him? Maybe if I did that, the whole thing wouldn't be such a perversion."
"Hell, be my guest. I'd bet everything I own that not only has he never screwed, but that he's never even seen a cunt. By the way, do you mean that?"
"I didn't mean it when I said it, but now that I think of it, it sounds great. Think about it. In the first place, I play the organ for hymns at some funny, secterian church," Roseann said and her friend saw a dreamy look in her eyes. "But not only do I play the organ, I also take off my panties and show him what a cunt looks like, then I take his cock out and fuck him silly. How old is he anyway, about twenty-two?"
"Oh no, he just looks that young because he's so innocent about life. All he knows is what he reads in whatever bible they use in that weirdo group. Are you serious about wanting to fuck him?"
"I'm serious in my own crazy way. I've often thought of how much fun it would be to seduce some innocent young boy, to take it off a little at a time and drive him right up the wall. In a way, your Reverend Cyril is a little boy, with the added advantage that he must have a man's cock and balls. The more I think about it, Mindy, the more I like the idea. Go ahead, tell your dear mother that I'll put on my most pious look and I'll play his organ for a few weeks anyway."
They talked and laughed a while longer, then Mindy left. Alone in her apartment, Roseann thought about the crazy deal. It was surely crazy, she thought, and yet, the more she thought about it, the more exciting it became.
Twenty-seven-year-old men weren't her "style, really. She was thirty-eight then, but because of her perfect skin, she could easily have passed for ten years younger. Roseann was a big woman, tall, big boned and well fleshed, but what there was of her was solid flesh, magnificently distributed. While that was enough to scare off some men, she was also intelligent, so much so that her brain, combined with her size, scared away most of the men she would consider acceptable.
From time to time she lowered her standards enough to go to bed with a man and enjoy a lusty romp, but just then, she hadn't enjoyed that particular pleasure in some time and the thought of seducing a boyish looking, obviously innocent man of the cloth was just too much to resist. It would have been better, she thought, if he'd been a priest or a minister of a recognized church, still, he was a minister of sorts and that was something.
When Roseann went to visit the minister, she changed out of her usual jeans and into a nice respectable dress. It was cut low enough so that he would have to be aware that she had a generously formed pair of breasts, yet it was not too daring, since she didn't want to scare him off in square one.
Reverend Cyril had heard of her and was delighted to hear that she would consider filling in, even on a short term basis. That she didn't belong to his church, that she wasn't even a Christian, didn't bother him. He saw her as a convert as well as a magnificent organist. Playing the organ would be the first step, he felt piously confident. Exposed to the influence of his church, the compelling arguments of his sermons, it would be just a matter of time until she became a believer and then, of course, the permanent organist. She would draw many other people to his church and his congregation would grow.
Reverend Cyril felt wild excitement and it wasn't until later, when he caught himself peeping at her cleavage, that he discovered, to his horror, that a great part of his excitement was physical. He silently promised his divine boss that he would say extra prayers that night, but even as he made the promise, he caught his eyes betraying him, straying back to the pure white valley and the big, firm, smooth portions of breasts he saw as she bent over the sheet music he had given her to look at.
Aware of what was happening to the man, Roseann took a deep breath and felt her breasts rising strongly, giving him more to look at. She wondered if he was getting an erection, then told herself to stop rushing or she would scare him off.
For the next three evenings, Roseann arrived dutifully at the church. She pretended to have a little difficulty playing the hymns, explaining why she needed more time to practise, but he was enthralled and assured her that her playing was beautiful and that the Lord would help her, when the time came.
"Lord help you, baby," she said under her breath, "when you watch me taking my panties down, see my nice big tits swaying above your face, then when I take your hard prick out and play with it for you. When I open my cunt to let you stick your cock in, you won't want any help. You may shit your pants, but you're going to love it, reverend baby."
And after each practice session they would talk. He was obviously captivated by the accomplished, confident woman and he didn't try to hide it. Rather than trying to convert her as he had planned, he found himself asking her questions and hanging on her every word.
* * *
Roseann explained that hers was a personal morality, a thing of her own by which she lived and that she would never exchange it for a pat set of rules. When she spokes of those who had learned theology without learning about life, she saw him blushing, then, lowering his voice, he admitted that what she said was true, that he knew nothing about life, that he had been strongly dominated by his mother, had gone from her to the divinity school and had never really lived in the world outside.
"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" she asked, her tone confidential.
"No, of course not, my child," he replied and she resisted laughing.
"Have you ever, uh, been with a woman?"
"No," he replied quickly and blushed furiously.
"Mind you, Reverend, I'm not telling you how to run your life, but I can't help wondering if your God would perhaps feel that you have wasted one of the most previous gifts He gave you."
"I ... I really don't think so, my dear," he replied and she saw how flustered he was. "After all, the commandment does say thou shalt not commit adultery."
"That's true," Roseann agreed, "but that was after all, one of the ten commandments and they come from the old testament, long before Christ lived. Christ, as I recall, talked about things like love and understanding and giving and sharing. Remember the parable about the foolish virgins?"
"Please, Roseann," he pleaded, holding his hands up. "You play music so beautifully. Please leave the preaching to me."
Deciding she had gone far enough for that session, she apologized though she knew she had gotten to him, then she left, assuring him that she would be ready for the Sunday evening service and that she would play her best for him.
On Saturday, Roseann got a phone call from a man she dated from time to time. She had once told him that she would like to see stag movies sometime and he had called to invite her to a mixed party where a selection of them would be shown.
"Not an orgy or anything like that," he assured her. "Just a party of interesting people, booze, laughs and a bunch of stag movies. Any sex that goes on, happens out of the place after the party's over."
Roseann liked and trusted the friend and she accepted the offer. It struck her as being particularly funny that on Saturday night she would attend a party with stag films and the next day, would look her most pious as she played the church organ.
The party turned out to be fun. Roseann knew a few of the people there and it was a good party, one of those that took off and flew. A few people smoked grass, most were relatively straight, some of the males looking almost buttoned down by I.B.M.
When the movies began, the room was in total darkness. There were the usual loud comments, some labored breathing and Roseann guessed that she and her escort were not the only ones who were stealing a few feels.
The first few movies were reasonably well produced, Roseann thought, but from being erotic masterpieces, but the next one caught her and turned her on so strongly that she found herself panting, trying to hide the sound.
It began with a big woman dressed in a police uniform. She was built much along Roseann's lines and Roseann found herself able to identify with the woman at once. She became even more able to identify as she saw the woman walk into a room where a teenaged boy waited, looking very nervous. He was blonde, good looking and in so many ways, he reminded her of the minister she was so determined to seduce. At once, Roseann cast herself in the role of the policewoman and the cleric in the role of the nervous youth.
Although there was no sound with the film, Roseann was easily able to provide her own dialogue as the woman scolded the youth who trembled in fear before her, then she opened the drawer of a night table and withdrew a hair brush, an old-fashioned wooden backed one and brandished it before the youth as she scolded him some more.
She spoke again and the youth began to undress. He went on until he was naked. By then, in Roseann's mind, he was totally the minister and she was the policewoman. It was so much more than a movie, it had become total reality and she was so aroused that when her escort slowly worked one hand up a thigh until it reached her crotch, she sensed a strong orgasm could flash within seconds and warned herself to keep from screaming if that happened.
Putting the brush down, the woman in the film slowly removed her jacket and blouse, then stepped out of her skirt. She looked stunning in bra and panties, along with a black garter belt, black nylons and high heeled black shoes.
Sensing Roseann's sudden arousal, her escort rubbed hotly on the crotch of her panties, but she was only vaguely aware of that as she stared at the screen.
Seeming to protest and plead, the youth reluctantly draped his naked body across her thighs as the woman sat on a chair, then she picked up the brush and began spanking him. There was nothing phony about the spanking, Roseann saw, as each slap with the back of the brush added to the bright red coloration of his upturned buttocks. While he took the spanking, the youth cried and squirmed, but did not try to get off her lap.
When the spanking finished, the youth leaped to his feet and rubbed his blazing buttocks with both hands while the woman took her bra off and, after playing with her big breasts a little, she called him to her, put a hand on the back of his head and fed a breast into his mouth. Seeming to forget about the obvious sting in his behind, he. sucked and fondled both her breasts and then, on command, dropped to his knees.
Turning her back to him, the woman slowly pushed down her panties and posed with her bare behind close to his face, then she turned and spoke to him. Instantly her sobbing victim began covering her behind with kisses and then licked up and down the crack between the white hills.
The woman took her bottom away from his face, turned to look down at him, then rubbed a hand in her crotch as she spoke to him and he shook his head in obvious refusal. With that, she picked up the brush again and he seemed to plead with her.
Walking to the bed, she lay on her back, her legs wide apart and spoke to him again. This time, he got on the bed, knelt between her legs and stared into her crotch where she held the lips of her vulva apart with the tips of her long, well manicured fingers as she gave him an order.
When he hesitated, she gave him a half dozen stinging smacks with the back of the brush, then he looked into her face pleadingly, paused, then lowered his face into her crotch and began sucking.
Oral sex was something Roseann loved and as she watched the youth lapping, she realized that she was on the verge of orgasm. Steeling herself, she allowed it to happen without making a sound as her escort stopped rubbing and held his hand warmly on her crotch.
On the screen, the woman climaxed, then got up and had the youth lie on his back. His penis was strongly erect as he lay, looking up adoringly at the woman, then she mounted him, kneeling astride his body, moved her knees apart, then slowly lowered herself until she was impaled on his penis.
The camera showed a variety of exciting angles as the woman, the brush still in her hand, rode her victim, her big, naked breasts swaying, until she ground down on his and gave the impression of climaxing strongly again. When she raised her body, his penis fell out of her, looking soft and spent, very wet, as though he too had climaxed. As the film ended, the youth was lying face down on the bed and the woman began spanking him again, while his legs kicked and his fists beat out a pained rhythm on the bed.
"That spanking scene really turned you on, didn't it?" her escort asked as they sat naked in her apartment later, sipping drinks after a lusty bout of intercourse.
"More than I would have dreamed," she admitted. "I've never played that game, but one day I'm going to. In fact, I have just the male in mind for the role."
They continued sipping their drinks and as Roseann let her mind drift to the innocent, boyish minister, she felt a surge of arousal building in her. With her hands and mouth, she revived her partner and he didn't object when she asked him to lie on his back. While she rode him strongly, there was a completely different man under her, a shy young male, a cleric who was going to play the role of the youth in the movie, even though he couldn't have known it at that time.
* * *
Roseann's first performance at the church was a smash. The congregation was wildly enthusiastic and Cyril was even more so as he begged her to consider taking on the task on a permanent basis. While she didn't actually refuse flatly, Roseann made it clear to him that it was extremely doubtful.
Confident that she would make her dream come true, she visited the church often to practise and, in line with what she had planned, she made the tape recordings of her playing so that they would be ready when the time came to make her big move.
And there were many conversations with the minister as well. In the course of them, he became more and more passive as he listened to her philosophy of life. Gradually, the minister was falling under the spell of the woman and she carefully continued setting him up. More and more, he sought her gropings and seemed to accept them.
Probing deftly, Roseann learned that, as she had suspected, his mother's influence on him had been such that nothing to which he had ever been exposed had been able to shake it. Although she had been dead more than five years, Cyril was still totally under her influence. All she had to do, Roseann decided, was continue to establish her dominance over him until he was not just ready, but eager to accept her as a mother figure, but with one basic difference in that, rather than merely being submissive to her, he would be sexually submissive and she would use him much as a woman used a dildo, turning him on and off as she pleased, recharging his batteries when it suited her and leaving him to rest in the drawer when she didn't require his services. More and more, as she guided the cleric into her web, Roseann became excited. Until that point in her life, sex had been a fun thing on a time to time basis and a rather conventional thing, but there were times when she felt herself trembling with anticipation, sensing that when she claimed her hard earned prize, sex would take on a whole new meaning, that she would become both a gourmet and a gourmand, a Catherine the Great without the brutality, since the sex spankings she planned for her students could hardly qualify as brutality.
And then she was closing in on her prey so swiftly and so surely that she could feel the excitement not just in her mind and in her crotch, but in her knees as well. It was on the brink of happening. There was less organ playing and more conversation, her tapes playing the music to fill the locked church with sound while they talked, she becoming more and more assured, he drifting farther into the boyish, innocent, dependent role she wanted for him.
"Oh yes, Mummy spanked me often ... Yes, it would sting and I would cry, but there was something about it ... there was a closeness ... She was so important to me ... Yes, there are times when I feel so alone, so inadequate ... "
And then he was listening attentively, hanging on her every word as she spoke.
" ... man and woman relationship ... His natural way ... The soul is a part of the whole plan, but without knowledge of the body, it's partial knowledge ... You show tremendous promise, but you must unlock yourself to life ... You can't do that without a knowing, good woman to guide you ... What lies ahead for you is in your own hands, Cyril ... "
When the time came that she knew Cyril was ready for the seduction she had planned, Roseann still delayed that precious moment, choosing to make him wait one more night, sensing that he wasn't sleeping well, that nervousness and anticipation were driving him crazy, and then she knew the time had come. That evening, when she went to the church, her handbag contained from an antique comb and brush set for which she had paid twenty dollars. She had thrown the comb into the garbage.
Recalling the movie that had so turned her on, Roseann had dressed carefully for the seduction, black bra and panties, black garter belt and nylons, shiny black pumps.
As she sat at the organ and began to play, she made sure that the hem of her skirt was high enough to display her nylon sheathed thighs. Instead of playing hymns, she played from the classics, gentle, moody music, filled with feeling. And then she stopped, turned to face him and, as she smiled warmly at the already trembling young man, she turned on the tape recorder and got to her feet, noticing him guiltily stealing yet another glimpse of her thighs, this time, she ensured, a glimpse of expanded nylon tops and smooth white thigh.
"Come with me now, Cyril," she told him, her voice warm, her tone dominant. "It's time for us to begin."
Picking up her handbag with her left hand, she gave him her right and he took it with the eagerness of a boy, a very little boy going for a walk with his mummy. They walked to the rest room at the back of the church where she had seen a room furnished with a bed, an armless chair and a dresser. The setting, she knew, would be perfect, her victim was so ready that he could barely walk and she felt his hand wet in hers. Weeks of careful planning had reached fruition. Under the bed, Roseann had previously placed another tape recorder with a high fidelity tape at the ready. The press of a silent switch would activate the machine.
"Wh ... what are you going to do, Roseann?" he asked, his voice breaking as she closed the door behind them to secure their private little world.
Turning on as stern an expression as she could manage under the circumstances while her heart was singing erotic songs, Roseann calmly put her handbag down on the dresser, opened it, removed the brush and showed it to him.
"It's time, Cyril," she told him and rubbed the back of the brush over the palm of her left hand.
"Yes, Mummy," he said and she saw his wet eyes shining. "You're going to spank me on my bare bum."
"Yes, dear, I am going to spank you. I'm going to take you over my lap and spank your bum with my brush, but I'm not your mummy. You will call me Auntie Roseann."
"Yes, Auntie Roseann," he replied and she saw him trembling violently, saw beads of perspiration stand out on his forehead.
Sitting on the chair, Roseann crossed her legs with care, making sure that as the trembling male looked down, he was able to see white, smooth thigh above the top of a nylon.
"Strip to the waist, Cyril," she commanded. "Hurry. I shall not tolerate any delay."
His fingers trembling, Cyril removed his jacket and allowed it to drop to the floor in a gesture she felt sure was very uncharacteristic, then his trembling fingers were wrestling with the buttons of his shirt. It took time, but then the shirt was off and he was pulling a singlet over his head.
His skin was smooth and boyish, hairless, so smooth that it was almost girlish.
"Come here, Cyril and stand between my legs while I bare your behind for the spanking I'm going to give you."
As he approached her, Roseann uncrossed her legs, raised the hem of her dress higher, then parted her knees wide so that as he looked down, he saw nylon tops, white, firm looking thighs and just a teasing glimpse of the crotch of black nylon panties which snugged warmly in her crotch.
"Please don't make me be bare, Mum ... I mean Auntie Roseann. You'll see ... I ... "
"I know what I'm going to see, Cyril," she told him as she unfastened his belt, very aware of the big bulge in the front of his pants.
She slowly slid the zipper all the way down to see the bulge more clearly, then slowly pulled his trousers down until they fell around his ankles. Pausing to let his arousal build, her hands went up to his waist, caught his shorts and slowly pulled them down. As she did, she was barely able to stifle her gasp of amazement. Roseann had known he had an erection, but she hadn't known that it was the biggest penis she had ever seen, estimating that it measured about eight or nine inches. While the rest of him was little boy, that and the equipment which hung heavily below the base of the weapon, was all man, more man than she had ever seen and she knew that when she impaled herself on it, she was going to be stretched as no man had ever stretched her, but her reaction was delight, not fear.
"I'm sorry, Auntie Roseann," he stammered, tears in his voice as well as in his eyes. "I can't help it," he added as he tried to hide his member with his hands.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Cyril," she told him, her tone stern but without anger. "Put your hands at your sides and let your cock stand out as it should. God gave you that splendid cock and you have been a foolish boy in wasting it by pulling at it with your hand rather than using it as He intended."
"How ... how did you know?" he asked, looking startled.
"I know, that's enough," she told him, then she took the massive penis in her right hand, squeezed it gently, then moved her hand slowly up and down, feeling the skin moving easily over the shaft. "This is how you pull yourself, isn't it?"
"Y ... yes. I'm sorry. I can't help it. I try not to, but I get this funny feeling and I can't stop."
"I understand, Cyril and it's time I taught you all about life. Move back two steps now and keep your hands on your hips."
"Yes, Auntie Roseann," he said meekly as he obeyed. "What are you going to do?"
"Spanking is very warm work, Cyril and I'm going to give you a good spanking. I'm going to take my dress off so I won't sweat too much. It's been a long time since you've been spanked, hasn't it?"
"Oh yes," he replied eagerly as though hungering for the promised spanking that would take him back to the almost forgotten security of childhood.
"Watch carefully," Roseann told him as she opened the top of her dress, pushed it down to her waist and saw his eyes go wide at the sight of her in the bulging black bra.
Roseann paused, then pushed the dress down over her hips, allowed it to fall around her feet, then she stepped out of it and stood with her hands on her hips. After a few seconds, she turned, bent to pick up her dress, unhurriedly, and she heard the labored breathing behind her, guessing that Cyril was seeing more of woman than he ever had, knowing what the sight was doing to him.
Picking up the brush, she sat on the chair, her thighs parted so that he could see the crotch of her panties, then she called him to her. As he approached, she reached out and captured his hard, throbbing penis in her left hand. It was throbbing so strongly that she feared she would lose it to a splattering of semen all over her body, so Roseann lowered her hand to cup and fondle the heavy sac below and then she moved the hand around him to fondle a buttock that was girlishly smooth, totally hairless and nicely firm. As she played, she saw his penis straining, watched the skin peel farther back to reveal fully a gloriously big head. As she thought of how that big head would stretch her as it pushed up her vaginal passage, she trembled and made a note in her mind to ensure that she had him lubricate her with a thorough sucking and licking before she took it in.
"You really need this spanking I'm going to give you, don't you, Cyril?" Roseann asked as she caressed the firm, smooth nether cheek.
"Oh yes, Aunti Roseann, oh yes ... yes. I need it. It's been so long, Aunti."
"Take a good look at my tits, Cyril," she told him as lust consumed her. "Look inside my bra and see my lovely, white tits, then look down at my tummy, my panties and my nice big thighs, then lie down over my lap with your bare bum turned up for your spanking."
As he obeyed, he wiped tears from his eyes so that he could see properly, Roseann patted the crotch of her black nylon panties, then patted her right thigh with the brush.
"Come, Cyril, lie down on Auntie's lap now and have a nice, hard spanking. Auntie is going to make you cry now."
"Oh Auntie ... oh my little bum-bum," he sobbed as both his hands rubbed his buttocks, then he meekly lowered himself onto her waiting thighs and she felt his body jerk as though in the convulsion of electrical shock. She felt her own body jerk at the contact and felt searing heat flaring inside the crotch of her panties.
"There now, my naughty little boy," Roseann said as she put the brush down and played with the silken buttocks as he squirmed and she felt his penis throbbing, "just lie over my lap while I get ready to spank your bum-bum. Auntie's going to give you a nice spanking and make you pretty little rear end all hot and tingly. Go ahead and cry like a little boy. Auntie doesn't mind if you cry."
To Roseann's delight, he began sobbing and she felt his body rubbing subtly on her thighs. She considered the clear danger that he would ejaculate before the spanking was over, but that didn't bother her. Later, she would make him stiff again and would complete the seduction. She owned him, body and soul, she felt sure, and she could do what she wanted to him when she wanted to, could do anything and make him adore her and beg for more.
For the first time, Roseann thought beyond the seduction and considered keeping Cyril in captivity, using him for life, if she chose, to satisfy her every whim, teaching him to love the role of permanent sex servant. Seeing how anxious Cyril was for her to commence the spanking, she decided to make him wait while she played with his buttocks and allowed her mind to play games of its own. Later, perhaps, when he was well trained, she would offer to allow Mindy to join in the erotic activities she had in mind, to have the boy-man serve them both in any way they chose. She had a strong hunch that her friend would be as delighted as she, with the exciting young man.
"Oh Auntie ... Auntie ... Auntie," the young man panted and Roseann felt him rubbing anxiously over her thighs, showing her how desperately he wanted his spanking.
"Keep still, you naughty boy," she scolded and slapped a buttock stingingly.
As she lifted her hand away, she saw the pink marks of palm and fingers. Excited by the sight, she changed her plan.
"Just for that, you naughty little boy," she told him, "Auntie is going to warm up your bum cheeks with her hand, then give you a good spanking with the back of her brush."
He emitted a little cry, but she heard ecstasy in the sound as she gripped him with her left arm, raised her right hand and began spanking. With each slap, her hand seemed to bounce off the firm, smooth cheeks and each contact of open hand and plump nether cheek produced a thrilling sound that rang through the room, filling her mind and her crotch with excitement the like of which she had never known. She kept spanking in a steady, unhurried rhythm, her hand going from cheek to cheek, smacking heat and color into the man's bare behind. But there were other sounds that were no less exciting, sounds of crying and sobbing and moans that were expressions of passion which knew no bounds.
As she went on spanking, Roseann felt arousal mounting to the point where she thought she would scream. Her breasts seemed to expand to the point where her bra made her uncomfortable and she wished she had taken it off, but at the time, she was too busy smacking the plump behind of the crying, writhing boy man who lay so submissively across her warm lap.
Roseann happened to look down and see the brush lying on the floor beside her, then she looked at his buttocks and saw that they had been smacked a thrillingly uniform pink. There was no reason to be rushing things, she told herself, so with the next spank, she paused and began fondling the red cheeks, delighting in the heat she felt there, trembling as she heard his childish crying and sobbing and felt that his penis still was hard and throbbing with desire.
"There now, my naughty little boy," Roseann told Cyril, "your little bare bum-bum is nice and pink. I'm going to let you lie there for a little while, then I'll pick up my brush and give you the rest of your spanking. Is your bum-bum hot and tingly, dear?"
"Oh yes, Auntie ... yes ... yes ... yes," he panted and rubbed hotly over her lap, obviously eager for more of the same.
Picking up the brush, Roseann checked her watch, saw that there was plenty of time left on the tape, then began to rub the smooth wood over his glowing behind. The warm pink flush thrilled her, but she promised herself she would turn that to glowing red and then the sight would be even more thrilling.
Roseann wanted to tease him and herself by waiting a while longer before resuming the spanking, but that was too much, she discovered so, patting his cheeks a few times with the back of the brush, she caught her breath, raised her arm and began spanking him.
The smooth wood of the brush produced a lovely sound at each smack and her eager victim cried more loudly than he had during the preliminary spanking, but she knew he was shedding happy tears so she allowed the sounds to stimulate her to the point where she began spanking harder, causing him to cry more loudly, squirm more violently, yet she noticed that each time she raised the brush, he seemed to bring his behind up to meet the next stinging smack.
Roseann could have gone on spanking indefinitely, but she saw that his buttocks had become more than just red. Most of the area was wearing a dark red sheen, but there were purple marks which she knew were bruises and that told her that she was going to have to stop.
"Hold still now, you naughty boy," she panted. "Auntie is almost finished spanking your bare bum-bum. Just one more nice hard spank on each cheek, like ... uh ... this ... uh ... and ... uh ... this."
The final spank delivered, she dropped the brush and her right hand hurried to his blazing behind to play with the hot cheeks, rubbing and squeezing and patting as the victim cried and panted and rubbed hotly across her thighs, amazing her with his ability to keep the erection through the long, stinging spanking. She would have guessed that either the sting of the smacking would have softened it, or that lust and excitement Over such a prolonged period would have let him ejaculate on her lap. Still, she was delighted by the fact of his erection which would permit her to move to the next step in the seduction of the innocent young man.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and took the garment off, both hands rubbing breasts which welcomed the release from captivity. Almost instantly, her nipples got hard, turned red and elongated as though they were being sucked by an ardent lover.
"Oh Auntie, Auntie," he sobbed, "are you finished so soon?"
"No, Cyril," she replied, delighted, "I'm far from finished. I'm going to play with your hot ass for just a little while and then I'm going to teach you some more lessons. You have a lot to learn, you naughty little boy."
As she played with his bottom, Roseann checked her watch and saw that while there was still time on the tape, it would be a good idea to turn it over and use the fresh side for the second round. Ordering him to stand, she sent him to stand in the corner. He obeyed meekly and while he stood there, his face pressed right into the corner, she hurriedly turned the tape over and restarted the machine. But while the tape recorder was ready for the second round, her body was even more ready as she confirmed by standing and rubbing a hand slowly in her crotch, feeling the moisture and heat of her vulva through the thin fabric.
* * *
Going to sit on the edge of the bed, Roseann called Cyril to her and as he turned, wiping his eyes, he gaped at the sight of her naked breasts.
"So you like my tits, do you, Cyril?" she asked and fondled them as he stared. "I'm going to find out right now just how much you like them. Come here and kneel at my feet."
Trembling, he did so, then she caught his wrists in both hands and raised his hands to her breasts. Without needing further orders, he began fondling the lovely big breasts, his touch gentle despite his wild arousal as he explored and rubbed and patted.
"Have you never seen or felt tits before?" she asked as his hands remained busy and her nipples felt harder, more sensitive.
"Oh no ... no ... never. Oh Auntie, they're so lovely."
"Here," she told him as she took the hand off her left breast and held it herself, cupping it from below, "take my tit in your mouth and suck on it. Suck very gently, Cyril. Don't you dare hurt my beautiful big tit or I'll burn skin off your ass, I warn you. That's it ... that's the way to suck my tit. Yes, Cyril, take a little more in your mouth ... more ... suck more tit inside ... that's it ... There now ... let it out and just suck on the nipple ... yes, that's the way ... yes."
Without keeping track of time, Roseann gave him a long, exciting lesson in sucking breasts, a lesson that went on until her breasts felt raw and she told him to stop. The young man did so, but as he knelt before her, his tongue licked out over his lips and she saw that he wanted more.
"Yes, Cyril," she told him as she stood, "I'll give you more to suck. I've got something nice and juicy and hot and soft here inside my panties. You're going to do a lovely job of sucking it. You've never seen a cunt in your life, have you?" she asked, her hand rubbing hotly, the nylon moist.
"Oh no. Please, Auntie, let me see your cunt? Let me look right at it and touch it and everything, please."
"Take my panties down, Cyril," she told him as she stood, her hands holding her breasts. "Take my panties right off and I'll show you my cunt, how to lick it and suck it, how to find all the rich, tasty juice a woman has in her cunt when it's hot and horny."
His hands trembled as they went to the waistband of her panties, then he tugged the garment down and gasped aloud as he stared at her beautifully rounded mons veneris and the triangle of curly pubic hair which only partially shrouded it.
"Is that your ... cu ... cunt?" he asked, stammering.
"No, Cyril, that's just my pussy bush. Give it a nice kiss and then take my panties off. I'll show you my cunt when I'm ready."
He brought his lips gingerly to the firm mount to kiss it and as he did, she held the back of his head, rubbing it and pulling his face more firmly against her, then she released him and ordered him to take her panties off at once.
Obediently, he stripped the garment down her legs and she rested a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of the panties. Seeing that he was still hobbled by the pants and shorts around his ankles, she told him to take them off and then he was naked.
Roseann kept her thighs pressed together as she sat on the edge of the bed and had him kneel again. As he did, his stiff penis swayed, the sight of it seeming to cause her vulva to pucker in anticipation.
"Yes, Cyril, I'm going to lie back and open my crotch and show you my cunt. I'm going to allow you to touch it gently," she went on, "and then I'm going to teach you how to suck and lick a cunt. You want to learn that, don't you?"
"Yes, Auntie, I want it. Oh Auntie, I've never seen a cunt in my whole life. Oh Auntie Roseann, I've never felt so good in my whole life."
"Where do you feel good, Cyril?" she asked, loving the way she had turned him so totally into a trembling little boy. "I want you to say the words. Where, Cyril?"
"In my bum, where you spanked me and in my ... my cock and everywhere and in my eyes too and all over."
"That's nice, Cyril and now you're going to feel even better. You're going to see my cunt and you'll feel it and kiss it and suck it and get your tongue way inside and lick it until I tell you to stop. Get ready, Cyril," she told him as she fell back across the bed. "Get ready to see a nice soft, hot, juicy cunt. Here it comes, Cyril, see my cunt, look," she said as she raised her legs back over her body and parted them wide. "There it is, Cyril, there is my cunt."
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... " he panted as though they were the only words he knew.
"Touch it, Cyril," she commanded. "Touch my lovely, soft, juicy cunt, but be very gentle."
"She felt a hand on the back of her left thigh and braced herself for the next touch. There was a pause and then it came, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing over the lips of her vulva.
"Now, Cyril, now," she commanded, her voice rising as her desire rose to fever pitch, "get your mouth on my hot cunt and start sucking. Suck up my tasty cunt juice with your mouth and your tongue."
She felt his breath in her crotch, her body jerked in anticipation and then, with a little cry, he backed away and sat on his haunches.
"I can't," he told her with a sob. "I can't do it. I just can't."
"So that's the way it is, is it?" Roseann said angrily as she sat up, found her hair brush, then pulled him roughly onto the bed, face down.
Her arm flashed with the speed of a well oiled machine as she slapped his already bruised buttocks with all her strength. She had gotten him so close that his refusal at the last moment triggered rage that was not to be controlled.
"You'll suck my cunt, you nasty little prick. I'm going to hammer your ass until you grovel at my feet and beg me to let you go down on me and eat my cunt, damn you. Keep that bare ass right where it is. I'm going to teach you who's boss around here if I have to beat the ass right off you."
Wild with arousal, she rained stinging blows on his behind and he screamed and writhed, but she held him down with a strong hand on the small of his back. She saw how bruised and battered his buttocks had become, but she was determined that he wasn't going to back down after she had gotten him that close to the destination she had selected for him.
While she belabored his already outraged behind, she was aware of his loud crying and of a medley of pained sounds, but then she became aware of something else, of specific words, words spoken painfully.
"I'll do it, Auntie, I'll do it ... please ... please ... I'll suck your cunt ... I'll do it, Auntie ... please ... oh ... my bum ... my bum-bum ..."
A smile spread across her face, the brush dropped from her hand, then she was lying across the bed again, thighs wide apart, her vagina churning with heat and desire. He was still crying as he dropped to his knees and she felt tears trickling down her thighs and onto her buttocks and then his mouth was on her vulva and she moaned loudly.
It was a tentative touch at first, then his mouth came down harder, he began sucking greedily and then he sent his tongue into her slit and she went to a heaven he had never preached about in his sermons. She urged him on, guiding him until his tongue was where she wanted it, curling around her sensitized clitoris. He had been licking only a short time before Roseann discovered yet another heaven, one through which she rocketed in magnificent orgasm.
A little later, when she opened her eyes, she saw Cyril, sitting back on his haunches, licking his lips in obvious delight. Her little boy had discovered a brand new candy and he loved the flavor of it.
The spasms had stopped for her with the passing of the delicious hunger, but there was still a hunger deep in her crotch and only one thing could reach it. Looking down at Cyril, she saw that the necessary tool was more than ready, so she turned around and lay along the bed, then had him come and kneel astride her naked body. She liked the way he looked, his big penis throbbing, but then she recalled the way she had planned originally and decided to stick with that plan.
Seconds later, Cyril was lying on his back and she knelt astride him, feeling the massive member brushing against an inner thigh. Reaching down, she held it in a firm grip, then began lowering herself to meet it.
"This is it, Cyril," she told him. "This is going to be the real thing. This is the big moment in every man's life, the moment he first puts his cock in the cunt of a woman for that magic first fuck. Lie still while I fuck my little boy, Cyril. Lie still and feel that wild tingling in your ass while I make your big cock feel the kind of tingle a hot cunt can produce."
Roseann lowered herself slowly until she felt the big head at the slit between her crotch lips. She paused with it there, rubbed gently on it and heard him gasp, then she let her body down again and groaned as the swollen head of his long organ stretched her slit as it pushed inside. It felt so big that she couldn't believe it and then she began pressing down on him in a series of short pushes, each one sending more and more of the beautiful bone into her body.
And then it was all inside her and she groaned and panted, she gave him a slow riding, loving the feel of every hard inch of his member in her vagina.
Roseann wasn't surprised when, after what seemed to be no more than a couple of minutes, he gasped, groaned, his body tensed and then she pressed down hard and ground her behind on him while his semen spurted up into her hot depths and she drained him and left him weak.
* * *
She went back to visit him the following evening and found him so eager to see her that he could barely talk, yet he told her, stumbling over the words that he had something important to tell her. She made him wait until he had gained at least a measure of control and then he told her, his words pouring out that he didn't want to be a minister any longer, that all he wanted for the rest of his life was to serve her in any and every way she chose, to be her servant, her slave, especially if she would beat him often and keep him obedient to his excitingly dominant aunt.
"This comes as quite a surprise, Cyril," she lied. "I'll have to think about it, but I must admit it does sound like an idea that could work."
"Do you mean it?" he asked eagerly. "Will you really try to consider it?"
"Yes, I'll do that. Tell me, Cyril, what would you think of having two dominant aunties to serve, in every way?"
"Two?"
"Yes, Cyril, two. You see, I have a friend, an attractive woman whose tastes are pretty much like mine. We both happen to be financially independent and have been thinking of finding a nice little farm where we could breed dogs, do some market gardening and that sort of thing. If you came along, you'd have plenty of work to do."
"Oh, I'd love that. I'd work hard. I promise. Would your friend accept me or would she think I'm crazy? I'd be so good and obedient to her too and I'd take my spankings from her as well as from you. Will you please tell her all about me?"
"I don't need to, Cyril. I tape recorded our session yesterday. When I played it for her, she was madly excited. She'd just love to be your co-aunt with me."
"Oohhh, this is too good to be true," he said with a little squeal of delight.
"Mind you, Cyril, there will be times when she and I will entertain male friends at our farm. When I say that we'll entertain, I mean all the way. You'll see and hear us romping in the nude, playing, fucking and all that. It must be very clear that you will show no jealousy."
"Oh, I promise, I promise. When can I meet your nice friend?"
"I'll phone her and she'll be here a little later with a nice brush to spank you. Tell me something, Cyril, have you ever had sexual relations with males?"
"Yes," he replied, shyly, "but since I met you, I know how much better it is with women. I'll never do anything with a male again?"
"Suppose I ordered you to, Cyril? Just suppose that from time to time, Mindy or I ordered you to suck a man's cock or get down on all fours and let him fuck you up the ass. What about that?"
"Yes. I'll always do everything you tell me to do," he assured her. "Please, will the two of you spank me when your friend gets here?"
"Yes, Cyril, we'll both spank your bare ass and we'll begin your training as our sex servant. You'll have a lot to learn."
"Oh yes, yes, I'm so anxious to begin my new life now. Please call her right now, Auntie, please."
"All right, Cyril. Take my panties off and suck on my cunt while I phone her. She'll be here in a few minutes and then we'll both go to work on you. Take your cock out first."
Cyril did so and she saw that it was magnificently hard. He took her panties off and as she sat on the edge of a chair, he knelt and hurried his face into her crotch.
"Do hurry over here with the brush, Mindy," Roseann told her friend who had answered the phone on the first ring. Our naughty nephew is eating my cunt right now, his big, hard rod is throbbing and he needs his bare ass well spanked. Oh dear, do remember to bring your cunt with you. Little Cyril will be careful to take very good care of it."
Minutes later, Mindy arrived, they locked the door behind her and all three
began an exciting new life that is still all they had hoped for and more. It is difficult to attempt to measure degrees of happiness, but of the three, I'd dare to say that Cyril is the happiest. His smile has become almost permanent, even when he lies across firm, smooth thighs and cries through a sound spanking after having performed a wide range of very intimate services on his two aunts and while he looks forward to many more such acts of erotic servility.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Relaxing at her brother's farm had seemed like a good idea to Madge. She had weathered the shock of finding out that her husband was a homosexual and had rejected her for a man. Then there had been the divorce, the decision to quit her job and take time out to get reoriented.
It had seemed like an excellent idea and it was working, even though at that moment, as she lay in the hayloft of the barn, relaxing was out of the question. Through a crack in the floor boards, she was peering down, watching her nephew, thirteen-year-old Harry, who stood with his pants and shorts around his ankles. The fact of his nudity alone wouldn't have been all that exciting, but what was highly exciting to her was that he had his stiff little penis buried in a young lamb. At first, the animal had protested loudly at the outrage to her person, but as he humped away, she had stopped bawling and was taking it with almost stoic calm.
Except for the odd bout of masturbation, Madge had not been involved in sex for some months, but suddenly, an old familiar hunger flared hotly between her thighs, the kind of hunger that had been there during the many frustrating nights when, naked, she had lain beside her husband, ardently trying to stiffen his penis, to bring him to a sufficient state of arousal to give her what she so wanted and needed.
Instinct ordered her to get a hand in her crotch and feed the churning need she felt there, but reason told her that getting her jeans and panties out of the way would be too much and that should she make any sound at all, she may disturb the young animal lover.
Just then, she heard him panting and grunting, then he was pulling the animal back against him and his body jerked strongly, silently telling her that he was shooting his big charge into the no longer innocent Iamb.
She watched as the lad allowed his spent member to soak in the vaginal orifice of his partner for a minute or so and then he withdrew it, paused to examine it, wiped it off on the wool of his mate of the moment, then pulled his clothes up and hurried from the barn, leaving Madge the privacy she needed to kneel up, tug her jeans and panties down and then her finger was doing pretty much what the boy had done with the lamb.
It worked even better for Madge than it had for the lamb, since it produced a strong orgasm which caused her bare behind to jerk wildly as she knelt with her hand in the captivity of her warm thighs. When it was over, she remained kneeling for a little while, feeling sweat trickle down her body, then she pulled her clothes up and fastened her jeans.
Madge still felt excitement, wondered why, then there was a distinct shock as she found the answer. Any boy who would hump a sheep, she realized, would obviously love the prospect of getting his hands on a naked woman and getting his penis into the soft, moist warmth of a human vagina in the act that was as old as time.
She tried telling herself that he was so young. That only made the prospect more exciting. Next, Madge reminded herself that he was her nephew and that it would be almost incest, but that didn't detract from the temptation which burned within her. Next, she told herself that as soon as possible, she was going to get the boy alone somewhere so that she could show him what a woman looks like in, and out of, bra and panties. After that, she felt distinctly better. Not that she felt any less aroused, but rather, better in that she knew what she was going to do about that arousal and with whom she was going to do it.
Later, as she walked back to the house, Madge wondered how such a little penis would feel in her vagina and decided that even if its smallness meant that she would hardly feel it at all, there would be other compensations. There would be the wild excitement he would demonstrate as she took her blouse and jeans off, as she allowed him to feel her body through and around bra and panties and then, later, when she became naked for him and took him on a guided tour of her body, an exciting tour that would end in the warmth of her crotch.
Madge didn't doubt that Harry would find her beautiful. At thirty-four, she had an excellent figure, her flesh was firm, her silken skin flawless. Her breasts, while not so big, were firm, pert cones with long, sensitive nipples.
She had seen the way her brother looked at her from time to time when he was not aware that she was aware of his gaze. Brother Kevin, at forty-one, had been a widower for more than two years and seemed to have no female friends at all. Madge wondered what he did about a sex life and after having viewed his son in action with the lamb, she wondered whether the lad had seen his father in action with sheep.
"Christ," she told herself under her breath, "I'm turning into a sex maniac." Instead of the thought upsetting her, she felt a nice glow of excitement and decided that if it were so, then she may as well accept her fate and become a first class, imaginative sex maniac.
Although Kevin had become quite a good cook, Madge had taken that role from him since her arrival and he seemed to be pleased with the arrangement. While she prepared dinner that evening, he lounged against the kitchen cupboard, smoking his pipe, chatting with her and, she knew, stealing glances that were quite unbrotherly from time to time.
Having decided to accept the new role of sex maniac, Madge promised herself that in future, she would wear more revealing blouses and shorter skirts. It wasn't so much that she planned on seducing her brother as well as her nephew, but it made her excited to see how she could turn him on and she wondered just how far she could take him along that route. At forty-one, he had the body of a young athlete, the result of fresh air and exercise, and she couldn't help wondering how good he would be in the sack.
Reminding herself to take one step at a time, she told herself to forget about her brother for the time being and to concentrate on getting young Harry into her panties. Still, later that evening, she couldn't resist allowing her brother to catch her on the way from the bathroom to her bedroom, wearing only a short, very sheer nightie which showed him that little sister was all woman.
Having made her decision, Madge saw no point in wasting time, so, the following afternoon, when her brother went out to the far reaches of the sprawling farm to supervise work, she decided to have at young Harry before he could get into his lamb and lose his charge.
Putting the boy to work washing the lunch dishes, she hurried to her room, stripped and got into a two piece bathing suit which barely hid the critical areas of her body while leaving the adjacent areas temptingly revealed.
"I'm going to go outside and sun for a while, dear," Madge told the boy as she passed through the kitchen carrying a blanket and a tote bag. "Come on out and join me when you finish. Put your trunks on and get some sun with me."
Madge didn't have to look back to know that the boy was staring at her as she walked from the kitchen, nor did she need occult powers to sense that he had an erection already.
Selecting a partially screened area of the yard, Madge spread her blanket, reached for the jar of sun tan lotion, then smiled as she dropped it back into the bag. That, she decided, would be a nice task for the boy to look after.
The mingled heat of Summer sun and sexual arousal gave her a beautiful glow as she lay waiting for Harry and then he was there, wearing bathing trunks and a very nervous expression.
For a minute, Madge continued to lie face down, allowing Harry to see how luscious thighs met gloriously rounded buttocks which her suit only partially covered and then she sighed and smiled as she turned over, displaying an exciting package of firm breasts, a smooth, round tummy and little tendrils of curly hair which peeked out around the crotch of her suit.
"Mmmm, I just love lying in the hot sun, don't you?" she asked. "The only way it would be better is if I could take off all my clothes, but I wouldn't want to shock you."
The boy's mouth started to open as though he was trying to say something, but all that came out was air and she knew how he felt.
"I have to be careful that I don't burn though," Madge said and reached into her bag for the lotion. "Be a lamb," she told him, smiling secretly at her use of that word, "and put some of this on me, will you, Harry?"
His hand trembled as he took the bottle from her, then she lay face down again and asked him to start at her shoulders and spread the lotion over everything that wasn't covered by her bathing suit.
Harry only dropped the bottle twice before he was able to begin rubbing the lotion across the backs of her shoulders. She told him to rub a little harder and work the lotion well into her skin and he did his best. He gained confidence as he worked his way down her back so that by the time he reached that portion of her back where the valley of her behind peeped out above the top of her trunks, he had achieved not only more confidence than he would have expected, but had achieved such an erection that he could have hammered it into a brick wall without bending it.
Harry poured more lotion into the palm of his left hand, stared hungrily at the exposed lower portions of her lovely buttocks, but lacked the courage to touch them. Instead, he applied the lotion high on her left thigh and began to rub.
"Higher dear," Madge told him. "Rub it over the parts of my bum that show. I wouldn't want to get my poor ass all burned, would I?"
His eyes widened and his heart pounded as he rubbed the lotion over the generously exposed portions of both cheeks. By then he had found the courage to fondle boldly, unable to pretend any longer that he was merely applying lotion to her.
"Oohhh, that feels so good, Harry," Madge told him, her tone low and sexy. "I wish I had nothing on and you were rubbing me all over. I mean really all over. Tell me," she went on in the sexy tone, "have you ever rubbed a woman between the legs? Right on her warm little cunt?"
"N ... n ... no," he stammered and rubbed the smooth cheeks more firmly.
"What a pity. I love having my cunt rubbed and my tits and everything. Back in the city I have lots of men who love doing those things to me, but out here in the country it gets kind of frustrating. I don't suppose you would ... " Madge let the words trail off.
"You mean ... rub you all over like that?" Harry asked her, his tone eager, his hands stopping and gripping her buttocks.
"I guess that's what I meant, Harry. No, it wouldn't be fair to you."
"Why not?" he asked quickly and she felt his hands squeeze, heard his labored breathing.
"Well, I know you try to be nice to me and help me and all that, but I shouldn't make you do too much."
"Oh, Aunt Madge, I'd love to, really. I'd love to look at you all bare and rub you all over. You're so pretty, all over. I never saw a woman as pretty as you."
"You're much mature that I would have guessed, darling," Madge told him, then turned over and sat up, allowing him to see how her breasts threatened the bikini top which held them, but only barely. "I wouldn't be surprised if you're man enough to actually fuck a woman."
"Oh, Aunt Madge, I'd love to ... to do that with you. Would you let me?"
"I'm not sure, dear. Do you think you could fuck me as nicely as you fucked that lamb yesterday?"
"Did ... did you see me?" he asked, blushing furiously as he averted her gaze.
"Yes, Harry, I was watching. That's what made me so sexy. Ooh, the way you got your cock so hard and rammed it up her cunt. That was really thrilling to watch. As I watched you, I kept wanting to feel your hard prick in my cunt. I wished I was the lamb and you were giving me a fucking like that."
"Please, Aunt Madge, take off your bathing suit and let me look at you and rub you and fuck you."
"Is your cock nice and hard, darling? You couldn't fuck me with a soft cock. It wouldn't go up my cunt."
"Oh yes, it's hard. It's real hard. It got hard a long time ago, when I saw you in the kitchen."
"Let me feel it, dear," she said, her tone warm and then her hand was on the front of his trucks, squeezing. "Oh Harry, it feels as hard as a rock. I think it would feel beautiful inside my cunt and it's so long since any cock has been there."
"Take off your bathing suit now and let me fuck you," he pleaded, his eyes wet and shining.
"We couldn't do it out here, darling. I suppose we could go to my bedroom though. Do you think you could keep your prick hard until we got there?"
"Oh yes, I know I could. You're not just teasing me," he asked, "are you?"
"No dear, I'm not teasing. I've been feeling so sexy, ever since I watched you fucking that lamb. Let's go right now. We'll go to my bedroom and I'll strip naked and we'll play, you can feel me all over and then I'll be your lamb."
When the boy would have helped her pick up her things, Madge told him to leave them, then she got up and he stared at her luscious thighs and buttocks as he followed her and felt his penis straining for release and for relief in the body of a beautiful, naked woman. Madge added to that, making her lovely behind sway and jounce with each step she took.
Inside the house it was even more exciting for the boy as he followed her up the steps, his eyes fondling her lush bottom, long shapely legs and smooth, firm thighs. That he would soon be seeing and feeling her lovely body was almost too much to be believed and the palms of his hands felt wet.
As Harry followed her into her bedroom, arousal flared higher. There were the subtle scents of perfume and woman. On the bed he saw a pair of panties and a bra, over a chair he saw a pair of pantyhose, but most of all there was Madge and she made her presence very obvious as she unhooked then removed the bra top and he gasped loudly as he stared at an incredibly beautiful pair of naked breasts as she posed for him, her smile warm and dazzling, her hands coming up, then fondling her breasts, teasing the pink nipples and causing them to grow bigger and to stick out temptingly.
"Do you like the look of my tits, darling?" she asked as she held them from below and licked her lips.
"Ooohhhh, they're so beautiful. Please, may I touch?"
"Yes, darling. In a little while I'll give you my tits to play with and I'll show you how a man sucks on a woman's tits to make her horny and to make his cock feel even harder. Would you like to take the rest of my suit off so I'll be bare naked for you? Come on, dear. Pull my little panties down and make me bare naked for you."
Hurrying to her, he looked up at her breasts again, then began struggling with the bikini bottom, tugging it down over her hips, making little animal sounds of lust. He paused when he saw the triangle of pubic hair on what was a nicely prominent mons veneris, then he tugged some more and pulled the garment down her legs and she smiled as she stepped out of it. As she did, she looked to see that her brother was still nowhere in sight. When Madge turned back to the boy she didn't see him, then when she looked in the mirror, she saw his reflection as he stared up at her buttocks, crouched behind her, trembling as he tried to imagine what it would be like feeling that lush body and inserting his hard penis into what he would see in her crotch when she opened those long, beautiful legs for him.
"Do you like the look of my bare ass, dear?" Madge asked, giving him another dazzling smile.
"Oh yes. I like the look of everything about you. Will you really let me feel you all over?"
"All over, darling," she told him, turning to face a boy whom, she was sure, had just achieved a world record in wild, sexual excitement. "Before we get on the bed to play all our sexy games, would you like to have a look at my pretty cunt?"
"Oh yes."
"Then stay crouched right there, darling. Here it comes, take a good look up into my crotch. See what you're going to stick your hard prick into in a little while when you fuck me, Harry."
She moved her feet wide apart, jerked her hips and sighed as the panting boy stared into her wide open crotch, his young body trembling. When she told him to, he got to his feet and pushed his trunks down while she fingered her slit as though telling it to get ready for a visit from the strong-looking little penis that leaped to freedom.
Taking the boy onto the bed with her, Madge lay on her back, had him lie on top of her, then she felt his penis throbbing as she brought their mouths together and taught him how to kiss, exploring his mouth with her darting tongue. After that, Madge had him squat beside her and play with her breasts, showing him how to do it gently and excitingly, then she told him it was time for his first lesson in sucking a woman's breasts.
"Yes dear," she whispered huskily as he sucked while her hand held and rubbed his head, "that's the way to suck a nice tit. You really suck like a man, darling. Now take a nipple between your lips. Yes, that's the way. Oh darling, now you know how to handle a beautiful woman's bare naked body. Suck some more now. That's it, dear, fill your mouth with my tit. Yes, darling, yes. Ooohhhh, that feels good. When you do it to my tit like that, I can feel it right in my hot, horny cunt. Suck, darling, suck my tit, you beautiful lover."
And suck he did, for a long, lovely time and then Madge's hands guided his face to the other breast and he repeated what she had taught him, sucking until she took the breast away and told him her nipple felt so sensitive that she couldn't stand it.
Turning him loose, Madge allowed him to feel his way all the way down her tummy and over her pubic mound, then he felt the thighs she kept pressed together, saving the ultimate joy of her crotch for later. When she turned over, his hands went to her buttocks, fondled and squeezed and patted, then he pulled the cheeks apart and stared into the deep valley. Madge moaned with delight when, without being told to, he brought his face down to her and covered her buttocks with wet, warm kisses and then began licking up and down the crack between the rounds.
Madge promised herself that another time, she would teach him how to do what no man had ever done for her in all her experiences, how to fit his mouth to her anus to suck and lick there, but that could wait. Just then she felt a greater need for attention, not between her round, firm buttocks, but between her thighs which parted wide, opening her crotch to the eager boy as she turned over.
"Oh, Aunt Madge, it's so pretty. Your cunt is pink and pretty and so soft looking. Can I touch it now?" he asked, his tone imploring as was the look in his eyes.
"Yes dear, you may feel my cunt, but be gentle with it. A woman's cunt is very delicate. Don't hurt my hot, tender cunt, darling, but play with it and make it juicy and horny, make it slippery with juice before you get on me and stick your prick in me to give me a lovely fuck."
He reached into her crotch, his touch as deft as that of a butterfly collector with a new specimen and as he explored, Madge sighed warmly and her behind tried to keep from squirming but couldn't manage it.
"Oh darling, I'm so glad you like my cunt. I hoped you'd like it. Isn't it soft and warm? Think of how it will feel when your cock is in my cunt and you're giving me a lovely fucking. Someday, I'll teach you how to do something else, how to suck a cunt. All men love to eat cunt and I love having mine sucked and licked by a man."
"Oh yes, I'll do it even if it tastes like pee. When I suck your cunt, will it shoot cream like a cock does?"
"No dear, a cunt doesn't shoot," Madge told Harry with a smile, then went on to explain female orgasm while he kept playing with the tender lips in her warm crotch. After she had explained that, she went on to explain the vagina so he would have a better understanding of what he was getting into. In the course of the lesson, she guided his finger to her clit and showed him what a finger could do there. He learned well, as well that he gave her a lovely orgasm and while she jerked, panted and moaned through it, he sucked on his finger and the taste he found on it was rather pleasant, he decided and knew that when the time came, he would enjoy sucking her pink slit and getting the flavor right from the source.
"Oh darling," Madge sighed as she opened her eyes and let him see how happy she was, "I think I'm ready for my fuck now. Do you want to stick your hard cock up my cunt and fuck me?"
"Oh boy, do I ever. Are you going to bend over like a lamb?"
"No dear, I'm going to lie on my back with my legs open. You'll lie down on top of me and get up my cunt that way. I think you'll enjoy it more than lamb fucking. Instead of all that wool, I have nice silken skin to lie on."
Madge guided him onto her body, felt his tool throbbing in her crotch, then she parked his face between her breasts. Reaching under him, she closed her hand around his little penis, squeezed it, then brought it to her slit and eased the head between her moist lips. When he felt that, Harry allowed instinct to take over and as he humped his beautiful woman, his face nestling in the warmth between her breasts, he decided that women were far superior to lambs after all.
Outside the door, peeping through the slit between the door and the frame, Kevin stared in fascination at the wild tableau of his sister being lustily banged by his son. The effect on him was such that he was much more comfortable as he took his stiff tool out and held it in his hand.
"If you like the fucking you're getting right now, little sister," he said under his breath. "Wait until later, when I ram this cock up your cunt. Christ, what a body you have. What a pair of tits. What a sweet fuck you're going to be."
Harry made a lot of noise when he shot his charge deep into Madge's receptive chalice and his father took advantage of that to sneak quietly down the stairs. Resisting an urge to pull himself, he tucked his penis back into his pants and told himself that it would be worth the waiting. That night, Harry was going to go to bed early and after that, Madge too was going to go to bed, but for a very different purpose and a very beautiful one. The fact that she was his own sister, Kevin discovered, made the prospect much more exciting.
Like his son, Kevin was a confirmed sheep banger, in fact, Harry had discovered that particular sport quite by accident one afternoon when he peeped through a crack in the barn wall to see his father hammering stiff penis up a bawling sheep.
There had been a time when Kevin had preferred sex with women, but his wife had been, by his description, a lousy lay and he had learned to find much more pleasure in the vagina of a sheep. Besides, as he once observed, after he had blasted off inside a nice, tight Iamb and was wiping his spent member in her wool, a sheep conveniently carries her own towel at all times.
That evening, Kevin bathed carefully while his sister prepared dinner. When he came to the table, he was dressed in his best slacks and open-collared sport shirt. He even put on some cologne, Madge noticed.
"Don't tell me you have a date tonight?" she asked as they met in the kitchen.
"I sure as hell have. I'm going to get gloriously laid tonight."
As he said it, he patted her on the bottom, squeezed a cheek and barely resisted the temptation to shove a hand up her dress for a better feel.
"What a shock," she said with a laugh. "I thought you didn't like sex, or that perhaps you satisfied yourself by banging the sheep."
"Oh, I've screwed my share of sheep in my time and I've explored the twats of a few ponies as well, but tonight, I'm going to have me a beautiful, squirmy, horny woman. When it comes right down to the randy dandy, there's nothing to beat a beautiful woman who knows what it's all about and loves to fuck."
"I don't know what's come over you, big brother, but it is an improvement. You used to be so square and proper. I'd love to know if you're telling the truth about the sheep and ponies."
"I was. Lots of farmers screw their animals. Someday, I'll tell you all about it, if you're interested."
"I'm very interested. In fact, I'd love to watch. The thought of seeing a man slipping it to a smooth-skinned pony really turns me on. For now though, tell me about your date for tonight. Have you screwed her before?"
Kevin flashed his sister a teasing grin, gave her a pat on the bottom and refused to discuss it. After dinner, when Kevin told his son to do the dishes, Madge went upstairs for a bath. As he read his paper, Kevin thought of his sister, tried to picture her sitting naked in the tub, then switched his thought to what it would be like later, when he took her to bed. There was no doubt in his mind that he would score.
At nine o'clock, Kevin told his son to go to bed. That didn't sit well with the boy, but he went. He and Kevin had a great relationship, but the boy always knew who was boss.
Kevin and his sister chatted for a while, then he left the room. When he returned, Madge gasped and dropped the magazine she had been reading as she saw him standing in the doorway, his body beautifully naked, his penis stiff and standing almost straight up.
"It's about that beautiful woman I'm going to fuck," Kevin told his sister and waved his weapon at her.
"You mean ... my God, Kevin," she gasped as she sensed that she was his intended partner.
"Yes, sister darling. I can't let you waste all that on a little boy."
"He told you," Madge said, blushed, then turned pale.
"No. I watched. Christ it was wild watching you as you brought him along, then opened that beautiful crotch, took him aboard and screwed him. Why didn't you teach him to eat that beautiful cunt?"
"I had planned that for later," Madge told him as she began to regain her composure and felt desire building as she stared at her brother's magnificent member. "Will it be necessary to teach you how to go down on a woman, dear?"
"Not a bit, baby. It must be ten years since I went down on a woman and I'm hungry for the taste of nice, hot, juicy cunt. Do you think I've got enough for you, Madge?" Kevin asked and waved his tool again, the skin drawn back, the swollen head looking as big as a plum, a heavy sac, filled with promise hanging heavily below, between hard, strong looking thighs.
"Enough? I don't know why you fool with ponies at all, darling," she told him with a warm smile. "What I see there should keep a big mare happy. How long is it?"
"Eight inches," he told her as he went to her, she took his hand and got to her feet, then she was warm in his arms, warm and eager as they kissed and he put both hands under her skirt to discover how nicely she filled her little panties with beautifully firm buttocks. His eyes had feasted on them before and would again, but at the time, it was sufficient to have his hands on them.
"My God," she whispered hotly, "I don't know where I am or what's happened to me. My nephew and brother," she said, panting, "in the same day. Take me, brother, take me good. Oh sweet Jesus, I'm so horny for it."
Before they kissed again, Kevin pulled the hem of her skirt high and allowed her to feel the big bone on her tummy while he played with her behind again, this time with both hands inside her panties.
"What if he's still awake?" Madge asked as they walked up the stairs.
"Who cares? I watched him, let him watch me. It will be good for his sex education anyway."
In the bedroom, the light on, the door open, so that Harry would watch from the darkened hall outside, the man sat on the bed and watched intently as his sister lost no time in stripping naked. Madge knew her body was all any woman could want, sleek and firm and beautiful and as she looked at her brother's eyes moving over it, she saw that he was confirming that and more.
When they embraced again, they were lying on the bed, their bodies warming and exciting each other. Madge felt sure that her brother, after his experience with animals, would be a quick, rough, almost brutal lover, but she was wrong, beautifully, excitingly wrong.
In the darkness outside, Harry watched intently, his penis hard and throbbing as his father made love to Madge with his hands and his mouth, ministering to her breasts, thighs, buttocks, sucking her toes, licking the soles and tops of her feet, then kissing his way back up her thighs until his face was buried in her hot crotch and she cried out in an agony of ecstasy as he lapped and sucked there.
It must have been great, Harry thought as he stared, panting with arousal. His beautiful aunt climaxed with a series of loud cries, her sweat-shining body jerking with glorious release, his uncle played with her thighs, tummy and breasts for a while, then buried his face in her warm crotch again and resumed eating, noisily, bringing her to climax again. After that, Madge begged for a few minutes to rest, then she was lying on her back, knees up and apart and she was panting with desire, her voice rough with passion as she begged Kevin to finish the job.
"Give it to me, you darling lover," she rasped. "Drive that beautiful horse cock up my cunt and fuck me crazy. Now, darling, now," she panted and rubbed her wet vulva, her bare behind jerking high off the bed and swaying enticingly. "Do it to me, darling. Fuck me hard. Fuck me good. Stretch my randy cunt with your beautiful prick. Ooh, darling, my body aches for that giant cock. I'll suck it off later and drink your cream, but right now, I need it up my cunt."
Harry stared in silent awe as his father fed Madge that massive member so gently, a little at a time until he buried it to the hilt in her, then he rode her, gently, lovingly, a big, strong man with the body of an athlete and the heart of a poet, the gentle, tender style of a beautiful lover.
Kevin gave his sister a long, lovely ride. He paused, pressing warmly down on her when she climaxed again and then he rode her some more until it was his turn to groan as wild, wonderful climax tore through his body and Madge used strong arms and legs to hold him. After that, they talked.
They had shared a miracle and both loved it. Madge had planned on staying only a few weeks, but she changed that to an indefinite stay. Later, Kevin called Harry into the room and together, they fondled and suckled their woman's breasts, then Kevin turned her over and showed his son how to love the bottom of a beautiful woman, using hands and lips and tongue, making Madge squirm and sigh with delight.
"I'm afraid I've stretched her a bit too much for you," he told Harry as he tucked two pillows under his sister's tummy to elevate her lovely behind. "Have a try at her little pink asshole. It should be nice and tight. Do you like prick up the back door, Madge?"
"The way I feel right now, darling, I'd love it anywhere, in my ears, my nostrils, anywhere."
But the boy had seen her little anal ring in the hairless valley between her buttocks and he didn't care about ears or a nose. He wanted in. He got in and she moaned and wriggled in excitement under his light body as he rode the silken cushions until he was pressing down hard, shooting his charge up a very tight little aperture.
The old Madge had considered herself a city person all the way, but the new Madge, after five glorious years on the farm with Kevin and Harry is country girl all the way. Life never was so good, she tells me with delight shining in her lovely eyes. She has learned all about the joys of simple living, of constant sexual content and, she adds with a wink, she has learned quite a lot about what she calls, "animal husbandry."
