WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS(in which a mother makes a discovery which opens a world
                    of new experiences to herself and her teenage daughter)  

by Ozman (c) 2002.

  It's funny how things go unseen until they're so obvious that one wonders
how one could have missed them in the first place.  It wasn't until I found
a three-pack of condoms under my fifteen-and-a-half year old daughter's bed
that I realized that she was no longer the little girl that my  mind wanted
her to be. The freshly washed bras which I placed into her underwear drawer 
were as big as my own, as were the various briefs she wore for sport or her
social outings.

  "Mats gave them to me," she blushed when I'd asked her about the condoms.
"Just in case, he said."

  "That's my job,"  I told her before I realized that I'd been a bit remiss
in that area due to my maternal perception of her as a young girl without a
sex drive who'd rather play with Barbie.

  "Don't worry Mummy," she blushed again. "I'm still intact."

  "Oh......I didn't mean....." I stammered. "Look, ask me whatever you need
to know and I'll answer you honestly, I promise."
 
  "How old were you when you first tried sex?" she wanted to know.

  I swallowed hard, hesitated and stared at her. I didn't know what to say.

  "Fourteen," I blurted out at last.

  "Was it good then?"

  "Wonderful," I sighed as I recalled the event, "but I had no hymen and it
was pleasurable and easy from the very first."

  "Must run in the family then," she grinned. "I haven't got one either."

  "How do you know?"

  "Sarah and I tried out some of her mum's vibrators. I got the really huge
one right inside without any pain; just pleasure."

  "How about Sarah?"

  "No, it really hurt her so she got me to break her hymen with my fingers,
then she used bigger and bigger vibrators until she stretched to my size."

  "And are the two of you thinking about trying sex?"

  "Sarah's already done it; a lot, with her boyfriend."

  "What precautions does she take?"

  "Oh, we went to the family planning clinic to get on the pill.  I thought
I might as well get on it as well, seeing I was there, so we've been taking
it for four months now."

  "So when you try it will it be with a boyfriend, someone you like or just
a guy you thing would be good at it and teach you something?"

  "Well I don't have a boyfriend right now and I don't know anyone I'd feel
comfortable about chatting up right now. I'll just leave it to fate and see 
what comes along." 

  Over the following month or so, Lissa asked me all manner of questions to
do with the ins and outs, so to speak, of lovemaking and good old common or
garden shagging.  I answered as best I could and found my own understanding
of certain things had grown and my feelings about some others had clarified
themselves; particularly those about sex with another woman.

  "Mummy?" Lissa asked me quietly as we drove home one afternoon. "You know
how they say that cock size doesn't matter, it's the way a guy uses it that
really matters. Would you prefer a really big one or a little one on a chap
with more movement than an eight-day-clock?"

  I chuckled at her turn of phrase.

  "That's an entirely academic question as far as I'm concerned," I said to 
her. "I haven't seen a lot of dicks and, to me anyway, they all looked like
the normal, standard, male appendage of around fifteen centimetres. I think
the rumoured twenty-five to thirty-five centimetre jobs are a only myth." 

  "Sarah reckons her dad's dick is at least twenty-five long and a good six
centimetres wide. Would something like that hurt me?"

  "Not if you took it carefully. One's vagina can stretch hugely, around an
infant at birth, so no penis should worry you. Be nice to find out though."

  "Wouldn't it," she sighed, pressing her crotch with one small hand.  "I'd
be too embarrassed though. Nice as a fantasy all the same."

  I had bought her a vibrator by then so that she could enjoy her fantasies
with full vaginal penetration or just clitoral stimulation if she preferred.

  A few of weeks later I found myself standing beside Todd Spencer, Sarah's
father, as we watched our daughters playing netball. Without realizing it I
kept glancing at him as I wondered at the truth of his alleged, super-sized
penis.

  "What's up, Toni?" he asked and I was utterly mortified so find that he'd
noticed where I'd been gazing for several long seconds.

  "Oh...erm...ah....nothing really," I stammered, blushing profoundly while
I tried to avoid his gaze.

  "Come on," he chuckled kindly. "You don't look so hot and bothered over a
mere nothing."

  "This is just so-o embarrassing," I mumbled. "The girls have been talking
and Sarah told Lissa that you're rather more than just well hung."

  He laughed. "She's done this before you know. There's four mothers around
here who avoid me like the plague."

  "You caught them looking too?"   

  He nodded. "Yep. I don't know what's such a big deal though."

  I sniggered, unable to help myself at his unfortunate choice of words.

  "Your willy, of course," I giggled.

  He looked down at me with an evil grin.

  "Well at least you're not fleeing from me," he chuckled. "Braver than the 
rest."

  "Or sillier," I responded. "So, is it true?"

  "What?"

  "About the size of your thing?"

  "That's for me and my very best friends to know and for you to find out," 
he told me with another arch grin.

  "And how does one do that?" I asked, wishing then that I hadn't spoken as 
the very obvious answer came to me.

  He leered and I gulped hard.

  "So the rumour hasn't scared all the girls away?"

  "On the contrary," he smiled. "It pays to advertize."

  "Obviously," I agreed, "but it's a very long-winded proposition."

  "With a better than fifty percent success rate," he added.

  "And now it's my turn to decide whether or not I should consent to having
my pussy pounded by your hefty dog-walloper."

  He nodded.

  "Where?"

  "You agree?"

  "Okay, but not outside," I told him.

  "Of course not," he laughed. "What do you think I am?"

  "A cad and a seducer," I kidded him.  "Pretty underhanded really. Did you
put Sarah up to starting the rumours about your oversized dangly bits."

  "No," he told me quickly. "I actually found it embarrassing at first. Now
it's easier, realizing that all of you ladies have a genuine interest in an 
unusual set of wedding tackle. My interest in your complementary bits is as
sincere, I promise."

  Just then the girls ran over, flushed and sweaty, following a final blast
from the umpire's whistle.

  "We're going out for lunch to celebrate," chirped Sarah. "Can you pick us
up at two at Huang's Restarant?"

  We agreed and they ran off happily to rejoin the team.

  "Well that's nearly three hours away," Todd observed. "What do you think?"

  I nodded, trembling with excitement, my gut aching in anticipation of the
sin I was about to commit. If not then I knew I'd probably put it off until
it was too late for us to enjoy any sponteneity in getting things together.  

  Even if he failed in other areas you couldn't say he wasn't organized; we
drove into an electronically controlled garage, up an internal stairway and
into a comfortably furnished, three-bedroom apartment. 

  "What would you like to drink?" he asked on taking my scarf and overcoat.

  "What do you have."

  "We've got it all here," he boasted.

  "An Orlando white burgundy then," I told him.

  He brought it to me in a goblet, pouring one for himself.

  "We?" I enquired of him.

  "A group of us, a kind of sex-on-the-side club for marrieds who need some
fresh scenery, from time to time." 

  "And all males, I daresay." 

  "Wrong," he told me. "We're almost half and half, women tend to be rather
hesitant to join in fully, at first, but they eventually come good. They're
keen to try it on the first occasion,  it's the excitement, but the idea of
ongoing immorality is a bit daunting."

  "I can imagine," I smiled wanly. "I really only want to know how it feels
to accommodate a big dick, once, not become someone's bit on the side."

  "Not someone's," he grinned. "Everyones'."    

  I blushed again at the thought of being known as an easy screw to so many
people, even if they were similarly inclined and kept it to themselves.

  "I don't think so," I demurred. "Is Margot in the group?"

  He shook his head.

  "How would you feel if she was?"

  "I'd love it, truly," he told me sincerely, "but she's far too prudish to
even contemplate it. She got very angry when I once mentioned swinging."

  "Ian?" I enquired about my own husband.

  He shook his head again.

  "Okay," I said. "Now you've got me here, let's see this huge, pork sword."  

  He stood and removed his clothing while facing away from me, turning back
to display his well tanned body and the fact that there was no exaggeration
over the size of his procreational equipment.

  "Your turn now," he told me before I removed my clothes too, posing for a
moment, then joining him on the couch where we kissed long and deeply.

  "I knew you'd have nice tits," he murmured as he stroked my modest bosom.

  He sucked my swollen nipples in turn as I stroked his large penis, unable
to join my fingertips around its girth which was greater than my wrist. His
tongue found my navel before he slid to his knees on the carpet in front of 
me and pushed my knees widely apart to press his mouth to my moist vulva. I
felt his busy tongue penetrate my vagina and then slide upward to press and 
circle my clitoris as I jolted at the electric thrills he caused. 

  At that point I thought I heard a woman laughing,  but being so engrossed
in my seduction, I was unable to respond normally.  Eventually it seemed to
come closer and I opened  my eyes to find Margot staring open-mouthed at me
as she clutched Mark's erect cock.  Her big, white boobs protruded from her
open blouse and he kissed her neck  while his hand groped about beneath her
jeans.

  "Oh Christ!" I swore inwardly, sitting up as Todd looked around at Margot
who dropped Mark's penis, tore his hand from her pussy and fled through the
front door.

  Todd leapt to his feet, pulled his shorts on and followed his crying wife 
downstairs.

  "Well I guess it's just you and me, babe," mumbled Mark to break the long 
silence that ensued.

  "So get on with it then," I told him as I leant back and spread my thighs 
to him.

  There seemed to be little point in being coy about things at that point.

  He looked longingly and pulled off his clothes to stand before me with an
only semi-erect dick of modest proportions by comparison with Todd's mighty
mutton gun. I sucked it into my mouth and felt him stiffen slowly, but when
I tried to get him to come down beside me he drew me to my feet and took me
to a bedroom where we lay and embraced hungrily.  By then, of course, I was
as randy as I can ever remember being and wasn't at all put out at the lack
of foreplay as he crawled over me to insert his dick into me. I very nearly
came at the sensation of having my twat filled by a strange penis, but held 
it at bay until the moment passed. 

  I wrapped my legs around his torso,  crossing my ankles behind him, as we 
began a leisurely thrusting to slide his lovely prick in and out of my avid,
welling cunt. I was so excited at the novelty of my situation that I really
don't know whether he fucked me all that well or not,  but I do know I felt 
wild and urged him to give it to me hard and fast. And he did.

  "Oh, oh, oh, oh Jesus!" he gasped, "I'm going to come Toni!"

  "Fine," I gurgled, "I'm ready."

  With that he rammed his dick deep within me and gushed copious amounts of
warm semen into my womb, making me stiffen with him as continuous spasms of
pleasure racked our tightly clasped bodies.

  "Your first today?" I smiled in due course.

  He nodded. "Fiona had to take the kids across town for their games.  They
left at sparrow-fart."

  "She in this thing too?" I enquired, indicating our current situation.

  "Yeah," he smiled ruefully. "She was first. Became obsessed by the rumour
about Todd's double issue of genitalia and just had to know. She'd heard me
mention it to Jerry, but kept the matter to herself as she contrived to get
it in her."

  "Rotten bitch," I grinned lewdly.

  "That's what I thought," he chuckled,  "but at least she told me straight
after the event and Caroline was nice enough to help me over the shock with
her own brand of tea and sympathy."

  I looked at him enquiringly.

  "She offered me a cup of tea at the kids' soccer and told me that she too
had been tempted by the chance to try a much bigger cock in her snatch than 
she'd even dreamed of. Can you imagine her using those words? Well she did,
then when we'd dropped the kids off we came around here and I discovered an
entirely new facet to our wholly proper friend." 

  "Good?"

  "Unbelievable," he agreed whole-heartedly. "I didn't even think that 'bad
girls' would know about stuff like that."

  In my innocence I couldn't imagine what he meant, but resolved to ask her
at the earliest opportunity. The idea of possessing that sort of secret was
enormously appealing to me just then, although the matter of squaring up my
adulterous adventure with Ian had priority until I saw him happy about that.
He'd mentioned swinging to me several times so I felt that he wouldn't be a
difficult convert to the others' arrangement.

  We'd heard our erstwhile lovers, the Spencers, return to the lounge where
he seemed to be making soothing sounds. I stepped out of the en suite after
a shower to find the then naked couple reclining on our bed. Margot had one
forearm across her bosom and the other at her crotch,  but it did little to
conceal her statuesque beauty from our gaze as she blushed hotly.

  "Hi Margot," I greeted her shyly, reddening to her hue.

  "Hi Antonia," she smiled weakly as Mark returned from his ablutions.

  "So what's the state of play now?" he wanted to know.

  She held out her arms to Mark and he settled into her embrace as I joined
Todd on the bed.

  "It was the shock of seeing you and Todd like that," she told me.  "I was
under the impression that we'd be alone to consumate our sin. I'd never get 
it on where people could see me, but there doesn't seem to be all that much 
point in hiding it now. To be quite frank about it I feel pretty randy over
the idea of sexually disporting myself in front of you two, particularly as
you were at it first, due to our long term relationships." 

  Margot and I had known each other since kindergarten and, although we had
never really been best friends, had usually enjoyed each other's company in 
whatever situation had brought us together. The fact that our daughters had
become so close was entirely coincidental, not something we'd encouraged or
engineered. She was right about our present situation too; I was also quite
sexually stimulated by the idea of having a friendly audience to my initial
act of adultery.
 
  Todd returned to munching at my muff as I made little  sounds of pleasure
to encourage him and to let the others know I was enjoying it.  Margot took
the hint and we were all quite soon  giving voice to the delight we felt in 
our sinning. Within minutes I felt the first tremour of climax, followed by
several mild spasms of bliss as he crawled over me to insert his hefty cock
into my slippery sheath with almost disappointing ease.

  "Oooooh, come on! I want you inside me!" demanded Margot, pulling him up,
over her as she guided his dick to its required destination. "Ooooh, yes!"
  
  The boys rammed our hips with theirs, driving their hard cocks in and out 
of of our wet sheaths with the smacking, thumping sounds from our colliding   
bellies as we strained and gasped for sweet sexual release. Todd nibbled my 
ears and massaged my tossing tits, grunting and sighing hotly as he rotated
his hips against mine in a sensual grinding motion. Lifting my legs high to
encircle his sweating torso, I clawed feverishly at his flexing buttocks in
the overwhelming excitement I felt, crushing him with my tightening thighs
as I desperately drove my hips upward to his.

  "Oooh Christ, I'm coming!" I groaned involuntarily while my hot, wet form  
stiffened in the rigor of climax.

  "Oooh yeah!" gritted Todd as he drove his great cock into me with a last,
huge thrust and I felt the warm  flush of his seminal squirting deep within
my lower body.

  "Fuck... me... har...der! Har...der!" Margot demanded of Mark, every last
vestige of her genteel veneer having vanished as she sought the raw, sexual
thrill of swinging sin.
 
  I don't remember much more than the warm, blissful sensation of entirely 
satisfying orgasm and later another drink as we sat around chatting about a
happy and enjoyable sexual interlude. 

  "Will you do it again?" Margot enquired of me.

  "I think so. I hope so anyway," I told her. "I've needed something to put
a bit of spice in my life. My problem now is what to do about Ian."

  "We assume you'd like him in too?" asked Todd. "Leave it to us. We'll get
one of the girls to see to it."

  "Be gentle with him," I chuckled.

  "I suppose it's up to me then," sighed Margot. "Having come this far I've
blown my reputation and might just as well go the whole distance as a slut." 

  "You're not a slut," Todd told her kindly. "You're a lady who's made me a
proud man by being so venturesome. I really didn't expect it."

  "Me either," she giggled, "'til this smooth-talking bastard came along to
get me thinking about illicit sex. We saw another couple, well not a couple
as such, you know, married to other people, sneaking off hand in hand for a
bit of sin. He pointed it out with suggestions as to what they might do and
I found myself thinking about it while I got randier by the minute. When he
put the hard word on me I found myself accepting the proposition, no matter 
how hard I resolved to resist my urges." 
                                     
                                     *
      
  I'd resolved to be 'good' until Ian's response to the idea of my swinging  
became clear.  He'd mentioned it to me several times over the years, always
in a positive manner, but I'd been non-committal due to my feminine fear of
losing him to a more attractive partner.  He'd obviously taken this to mean 
that I wasn't a starter and had apparently forgotten about it.

  "You won't believe what happened today," he chuckled on climbing into bed
one night. "I was propositioned by two different women."

  "Who?" I enquired.

  "Oh, I couldn't embarrass them like that," he frowned. "You know them."

  "Margot and Fiona Malder," I said flatly.

  He looked at me, his mouth agape.

  "How d'you know that?"

  I have no idea as to what possessed me to be so completely honest at that 
moment;  perhaps a vague suspicion that my darling husband had beaten me to
an adulterous interlude.

  "Because I'm one of the group," I grinned at him. "Margot said she'd look
after you, so far as joining us is concerned, so it had to be either she or
Fiona because Mark said he'd arrange for her to see you too. So did you?"

  "Did I what?"

  "Get into a bit of recreational shagging with either of the girls?" 

  He looked shattered.

  "Look, my darling Toni,"  he said morosely, "there's something I've never
told you about, as much as I've looked for an opportunity to do so. I had a
bit of a fling with a woman colleague during an interstate trip a few years
ago. I felt so guilty about it I never did it again, but I did think that a
bit of swinging might even things up a little."

  "I couldn't then, the time wasn't right," I told him.

  "But now it is?"

  "Yeah, but it's not just the time, I have a physical need for sex now. If
anything makes me think of it, you know, like a movie or a news item in the 
media, I get all horny and have to stop myself setting off for the house to
see if there's a dick on offer."

  "So when can we go, together, I mean?" he asked wistfully, "to the house."

  "Well who'd you like me to line up for you to screw?" I enquired.

  "How about Sally Abbott, is she among the sinners?"
   
  "I really don't know," I told him. "We could just take pot luck and enjoy
whoever turns up. We've always got each other if nobody does."

  He was in a state of acute, aching horniness, I can always tell, treating 
me to my favourite nooky as a means of keeping me happy over the idea of an
adulterous interlude in the near future.  He slid down beside me to put his 
mouth to my eager vagina as I drew up my knees and spread my thighs widely,
gasping joyously as his tongue delved deep into my sheath, then slid upward 
to find my tingling clitty. I held his face hard to my pussy as he thrilled
me to my very core, making me climax violently before he crawled up over me 
to enter me fully and set off on a wild gallop of love.

  It was morning when I became aware of my surroundings again.

                                  *

  As things transpired it was Caroline who saw to Ian's introduction to our
outfit before the following weekend.  She'd shagged him ragged, leaving him 
believing that sexual superwomen were no myth and sending him home to me in 
a state of real excitement, although I was happy that things had turned out 
so well for him. We'd become swingers so easily; much more easily than we'd
have done if I'd been given the time to consider the matter.  

MELISSA

  I have a seriously cool mother who never speaks negatively about sex to me
and really gets into it herself since I sowed the seed of swinging by saying
that my best friend's dad has an enormous dick. She shagged two guys the day    
she first tasted adultery and a number of her's and dad's male acquaintances
since then. Of course he's into it as well, now, dispensing sociable dick to 
those who ask him as he's a fairly good-looker who seems not to mind bonking
some of the ladies who are on a lower level of attractiveness to him. 

  "I've always found plainer girls to be more eager to satisfy and better at
sex than the great beauties,"  he told me in response to an unfeeling remark
I'd made about a girl at school. "Remember that when your ego gets away from 
you next time."

  Actually, I was utterly mortified at what I'd done when I realized she and
Todd had screwed as a result of what I'd told her. I had visualized my dad's
leaving us in disgust at her infidelity without understanding that fault lay
entirely with me, Mum and my siblings struggling to make ends meet, having a
new life in the public education system. Sarah assured that it wouldn't ever
happen, but I was almost suicidal until discovered that my dad and her mummy
had engaged in games of salami secreting on more than one occasion. You just
can't imagine how relieved I was to learn that my parents were into swinging
with mutual consent and I wasn't the only kid to change my mum into a raging
slut. 

  Sarah told me in the strictest  confidence that she'd introduced Margot to 
the idea by telling her that Mark Malder kept looking at her during games on 
Saturday mornings. Initially Margot had told her not to be silly, but wanted
to know more over the following days and,  when she suddenly seemed to shrug
off all her mundane concerns, Sarah knew her mother had done it with another 
guy and that her dad knew about it as well.

  It quickly became apparent to me that something had led to my own parents' 
renewed sexual interest in each other and in others.  Sarah told me that she
knew that Margot had done it with my dad and when Mr Phillips dropped my mum
home one evening, their body language testified to their having recently had
a nooky, particularly his dreamy smile as he drove away towards his house. 

  My concern over what I'd done had severely dampened my sexual desire until 
I found that things had turned out for the best with my folks; my need for a
spot of nooky seemingly on my mind both day and night then. I yearned to get
Sarah's dad to be my first partner, both for his experience as a lover and a
chance for me to take a peek at his allegedly humungous pussy probe, my most
likely opportunity for sex in the shortest time if Sarah could swing it. 

                                      *

  "So what d'you think?" I asked her as Sarah stared open-mouthed at me.

  "Are you in love with him?" she demanded to know. "Or infatuated?"

  "No," I lied.

  I'd have done just about anything to get him for myself as a regular lover, 
but I wasn't fooling myself that it was a realistic dream, so I'd be content
to experience a nooky with him.

  "Alright then, I'll see what I can do. A quid pro quo might be Ian though."

  "For you?" I asked ingenuously.

  "Of course for me," she grinned. "I'm not pimping for anyone else but you."

  "And you're not......?"

  "'Course not," she told me adamantly

                                      *

  I'd just arrived home from school when the phone rang.

  "Hi, Lissa," he said. "Sarah told me what you wanted. It's okay with me. I
think we should get together at your place next Wednesday afternoon when you
have no class work. Alright?"

  "Uhm...erm...ah, okay then," I agreed, blushing deeply.

  "Fine. See you then. 'Bye."

  I ached with anticipation over the weekend and the first couple of days of 
the new week, unable to concentrate on anything other than the prospect of a
unbelievably erotic interlude with Todd. I imagined us nude as he moved over
my submissive form to find  my vaginal entrance before working that enormous 
tool into my stretching sheath and beginning a slow, steady thrusting to set
our love in motion.
  
  Just after noon on the appointed day I raced inside the house and upstairs 
to my room to shower and change into white croptop and shorts with high-heel
shoes before tottering down to the kitchen where I smelt cold chicken. I put
my head around the door to the dining room where,  to my utter horror, I saw  
my parents, Todd, Sarah and her boyfriend, Graeme. 

  "Happy birthday!" they chorused.

  Ohmygod! I'd completely forgotten due to the excitement of a spot of nooky
being in prospect that day. I hoped that Tood understood, but what was Sarah
doing there with her guy? They kept me in suspense until after coffee when I
saw my dad rise from the table, offer his arm to Sarah and go to the lounge.
Mother and Graeme followed suit, then Todd and I to see Dad checking Sarah's
tonsils with his tongue as he massaged her boobs beneath her shirt while she 
squeezed and stroked the elongated bulge at the front of his pants,

  Todd quickly undressed me and then himself before we sat naked on the sofa
beside Mum and Graeme, likewise nude and ready for love. I let my embarrass-
ment evaporate as Todd kissed me deeply, thankful for the time Sarah and I'd
spent practicing on each other to enable me to respond in an appropriate way
to his avidly probing tongue in my mouth.

  "Lovely boobs," he whispered hotly into my ear, grasping a handful of each  
to tweak my wide, flat nipples and thrill me hugely with a sensation akin to
electric shock, but pleasurable rather than painful.

  As he sucked at my bosom I felt his hand seeking a way between my legs and
my instinct was to keep my thighs pressed tightly until I recalled my reason
for being there and spread widely to provide free access to my virginal twat.
His big hairy hand completely covered my pubic mound and vulva before I felt
a fingertip sliding up and down my dewy cleft, delve deep inside me and then
try to press my clitoris flat. 

  "Ooooh Christ!" I swore whole-heartedly at the thrills he caused with his
circling finger against my swollen clitty. "Ooooh Jesus!"

  Suddenly he pulled free from my delighted embrace, leaving me momentarily 
disappointed until I realized that he was about to apply his lips to my hot
vulva, a wondrously intimate concept to me at that stage of proceedings. It
felt even more erotic to feel his tongue inside my pleasure pouch, withdraw
and slide upward to find my clitoris to thrill me beyond anything I'd known
until then.

  "Let me suck you too?" I begged him but he declined.

  "Not yet," he told me. "I'm just a bit too close to the brink."

  I wasn't too sure of his meaning then, but felt happier about just lying 
there as he ate my thrilling cunt as my climax rapidly built and I quickly
found myself stiffening as repeated convulsions of exquisite pleasure made
me jerk and jolt as I squeezed his head between my soft inner thighs. Once 
more he pulled free and knelt between my legs to probe at my moist twat in
his desire to be inside me.

  His great member had its tip within me and then a little more as he bore
forward gently with his hips.  I was still experiencing erotic spasms, not
entirely sure that I was quite ready for what was happening to me, but I'd
resolved to let it all hang out and felt myself coming again as he buried 
his hefty tool to the hilt in my wet, slippery vagina with a single push.

  While I wasn't aware of it I was making something of a fuss at what Todd
was doing with me. I was oblivious to everything other than the stretching
sensation at the focus of my pleasure, swearing and urging him on in quite
basic terms as I continued to experience the thrills of climax in a random
flashes as he rammed my crotch with his athletic hips.  It felt as if we'd
continue forever and I lost track of things before eventually returning to
my senses with Mummy telling us the other kids would soon be home and Todd
was nowhere to be seen.