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AFF Member Erotic Stories — Jo, the Lawyer

I met Jo – a petite, 40-something qualified lawyer – at an industry event. Her hair was cut in a bob that framed her attractive face and her smile light up her eyes. Although she was no longer practicing law, she still did pro-bono work. She had moved into a related industry and was using her legal knowledge there as well. We worked in similar related industries and had a lot to talk about.

The next day I connected with her via social media. Her response to me included a suggestion to meet for coffee and have a catch up. I thought nothing of it as I usually meet business contacts for catch up meetings. A few weeks later we arranged to meet uptown for coffee. What I thought would be a 30-minute chat turned into a 2-hour coffee session.

We communicated regularly via email in the weeks that followed. Late one Wednesday, Jo phoned and sounded to be in a panic. She asked if I was free that weekend as she needed a partner for a wedding. My immediate response was to ask about her husband. When we first met, she was wearing a wedding band and engagement ring. She admitted that she divorced 4 years ago and wore that as a safety net to stop guys from hitting on her. Her current relationship ended a few weeks ago. I agreed to accompany her that weekend. It was only at the end of the call that she informed me we would be staying over at the hotel. Did I mind sharing a room, she asked.

After a very quick mental deliberation, I said it was fine. I collected Jo that Saturday and we made our way to the hotel. We changed into the appropriate clothes — I wore a standard lounge suit and Jo slipped on an off-the-shoulder black cocktail dress. It was quite snug fitting at the top with a flared bottom part. She looked stunning.

The wedding ceremony and reception passed uneventfully. The usual speeches and dancing took place. However, when it came to the slow dancing, we were both initially like two teenagers on their first date. How do we hold each other, how close? I took the initiative and pulled Jo close to me, feeling her breasts press softly into my chest. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her close to me with her head resting on my shoulder. Each time Jo spoke to me I could feel her warm breath on my neck and ear. Occasionally her lips touched my ear. This was starting to turn me on. I decided to see what would happen and did the same to her, making sure my lips touched her ear more often and also making sure they lingered there, almost kissing her. She did not object. I was concerned that Jo may be able to sense that I was getting an erection. If she did, she did not say anything or react. Maybe that is why she made sure we were holding each other close.

We returned to the room and Jo slipped into the toilet and I took my shoes off and lay on the bed. Jo returned and sat on top of me. She stated to undo my shirt buttons. I asked what she was doing. She told me to be quite as this was my present for agreeing to attend the wedding on short notice. She continued to undo my buttons. I tried to feel her legs. She stopped me. I tried to feel her breasts and she stopped me. Jo told me to lie still and not talk and to let her do all the work.

I was not used to being the submissive one. Once my shirt was undone, she moved to my belt and trousers. Once these were undone, she pulled them down, exposing my erect cock. Smiling, Jo moved her head towards my cock and began kissing and licking it. She then removed her dress, revealing her naked breasts. The dress she had on required no bra as it was one of those dresses with built in support. I noticed that she was completely naked. When she went to the toilet when we came back, she had removed her panties. Before I knew it, she had mounted me, Taking care to go down on my cock slowly, so she could get used to the feeling my cock. Her pussy was wet and so tight as my cock penetrated her for the first time. She grabbed my hands and placed then around her waist so that I could help her balance whilst she rode me, each time going down harder and deeper, bring us both to climax. Once she had climaxed, I could feel her juices trickle down my cock. My cum was also dribbling down, my cock still throbbing following my climax.

Jo leaned forward and we kissed what felt like for an eternity. She rolled off and lay next to me, her head on my chest and arms draped around me. We fell asleep like that. In the middle of the night, Jo got up to go to the toilet. I have always been and still am a light sleeper, so I stirred when she got up. Jo returned to bed and lay with her back to me. Out of habit, I snuggled up to her, spooning her. My arm draped around her and moved up between her breasts. She moved closer to me, pushing her hips into me. I though Jo was just making herself comfortable. Jo then started pushing her hips into me again, almost like she was slowly thrusting. This was turning me on, my cock started to become erect. At the same time, I could hear soft moans from Jo each time she pushed her hips into me.

I was not sure if she was dreaming or what, but I started to kiss her neck and play with her ear lobes with my tongue. I was kissing her neck, moving down and up her shoulder area. Her moans became louder. By now, my cock was fully erect and I was as horny as hell.

I positioned myself a bit lower down to Jo and guided my cock between her legs. She spread them for me, allowing me to enter her wet pussy from behind. I started slowly, thrusting gently before becoming more forceful. Holding her tightly, my thrusting and breathing became faster and harder. Jo was moaning louder now, pushing against me to create resistance as my cock fucked her pussy hard and deep. My hands moved to her breasts, fondling them, pulling at her nipples as she allowed me to fuck her. I came for the second time that night, filling her pussy once again. My cock throbbing as I shot cum and it started to dribble. Jo reached down with her hand, scooping some cum onto her fingers and licking them.

We departed that Sunday morning. We have met up again on a few occasions for chats. Occasionally we do have sex. We do not want to spoil something that seems special!


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Erotic Member Stories – Sleepy Morning Sex

You begin to stir ever so slowly with the sound of the morning birds drawing you from a deep sleep. The cool morning breeze blowing the bedroom curtains ever so slightly brings chills to your partially naked body. I nuzzle up behind you Misty as you pull the soft blankets up beneath your chin, leaving exposed only your beautiful face. My arm wraps softly around your waist, pulling your warm body against mine even tighter.

 You sigh sleepily as I brush your hair away from the back of your neck, my warm lips leaving a trail of soft kisses. Taking my hand in yours you trace our fingers slowly up your body to your sweet luscious breast. Cupping our hands together around your breast, we squeeze ever so gently as your nipple grows firmer between our fingers. Softly I tug on your sensitive nipple, pulling it between your fingers as you lean your head back moaning as I nibble on the nape of your neck.

 I guide our hands back down the length of your firm body and playfully place them over your smooth pink lips. Knowing your passion for morning sex my finger tips find you already wet with excitement as they glide between your swollen lips. In your sleepy state of existence, you murmur soft cries as I guide our finger tips teasingly in circles around your sensitive clit, coating them in your sweet nectar. Lifting them I place our fingers in your mouth as you enjoy the sweet taste of your essence, licking them clean with delight.

You feel my member growing stronger and thicker between your thighs as you press your soft ass firmly against my hips. Reaching down you take my cock in hand, pulling it between your pussy as your pink lips wrap around it tightly. Rubbing its thick head against your clit you beg me to complete your morning. I roll you over on your stomach as you spread your legs invitingly. Looking back at me Misty with your sweet sleepy smile you whimper at the sensation of your pink lips engulfing the tip of my cock as I slowly enter you. Raising your hips and arching your back slightly, my cock disappears deep into your tight pink pussy, my smooth balls pressed firmly against your wet lips. I can feel your body tremble with excitement as I lay across your back, taking the entire weight of my body beneath you.

The sounds of our love making fills the cool morning air in your bedroom as my cock thrusts in and out of your warm pussy with abandon. You beg for me to plunge harder and deeper as you bury your face in the pillow, one hand slipping between your legs rubbing and pulling on your throbbing clit. Squeezing your pussy tight around my cock with each successive thrust I know that you are almost ready. My hand reaches firmly around your chin Misty as I pull your head back even with mine and whisper in your ear to cum all over my cock. The mere words cause a stirring ripple in your body. You begin to scream out with passion as your body convulses in orgasm beneath the weight of mine. Both of us exploding together in waves of pleasure, one after another.


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AFF Erotic Member Stories — Sexy Bitch

He laid there silently taking in the yellow light of the lava lamp which bathed their motionless bodies. In the past, he might have been basking in a moment or become lost in contemplation about what the future might hold in light of this encounter. But tonight, Michael Angelo’s mind searched the past to gain an insight into how this had just happened. Her warm, brown body lay nested with his, enveloped by a deep, gentle sleep. He felt himself still aroused as his eyes traced how her naked hips eventually became her lean, bare legs. Her fervor seemingly moments earlier were replaced with slow, deep breathing. His mind raced back to his earliest memories of his desire for her, to know her in this way. He had accepted the fact it would never happen and now had to reconcile those thoughts with what had just occurred.

In the beginning things were simple. She had come to work for him. A friendly, competent, and cute cashier. She was married to a Marine and had two children. She had returned to her hometown ahead of him to settle into their new home while he finished processing out of the military. By all outward appearances they were a typical happy family.

As was his custom, Michael Angelo always kept an eye out for employees who excelled and warranted promotion. Though she initially caught his eye because of her attractiveness, he promoted her to more responsibility because she could handle it, not for other more nefarious reasons. He learned a long time ago to never become involved with those who worked for him. The company frowned on it and the potential reward was never worth the risk. And besides, she was happily married and waiting eagerly for the impending reunion with her high school sweetheart and the father of her children.

Her promotion meant that they worked more closely together. Opening and closing shifts meant it was often just the two of them in the store. She slowly began to confide that all was not what rosy on the home front. After she left California, he had an affair with a woman she knew. She retaliated with an indiscretion of her own with a coworker at the store. Her problem now was that this lover was smitten and she feared what might unfold once her husband joined her.

Since he had gone through the slow deterioration of his own marriage before, Michael Angelo would occasionally interject some relationship advice. Eventually, he found himself inviting her to hang out with him at his apartment, have some beers, and continue the conversations that had begun at work. He had become aware of his growing desire for her. He often caught himself drinking in the smooth brown skin of her shoulders when she wore a tank top while shopping on her day off. His eyes traced the lines of her long, slender neck. Her dark eyes and hair accentuated by her tendency to always wear black.

Despite his growing attraction to her, he chastised himself in an effort to keep his feelings in check. The last thing his career needed was for his feelings to bloom into full-blown lust. In hindsight, asking her to visit with him at all was his undoing. He was a man and a lonely one at that. His work often consumed him to the point of choking off any semblance of a social life. His co-workers were the people he spent the most time with. It was inevitable that spending time alone with her would create this want, this desire for her which was taking root deep inside. He fought against it constantly, but the more she told him about her unhappiness, the more he began to want to comfort her.

At this point in his life, Michael Angelo was quite aware that he was not parenting material. Almost ten years of marriage had not produced any children. This certainly made the divorce less messy and he had grown accustomed to a single life without the responsibility of raising children. At the same time, it was clear that her children and their happiness were very important to her. As time passed, she would show up at his door with them in tow. While he didn’t really mind this, he began to wonder if she was auditioning him for a bigger role in their lives. While he had tried to make it clear from the outset that he was only interested in being her friend, she must have noticed the way he looked at her and understood that he wanted more.

The very first night she visited him, he was adamant that she not mention it to anyone at work because of how it might appear. His focus was on ensuring that everyone at work would not get the wrong idea, but he failed to appreciate the fact that she might be the one who misunderstood his intentions. Their cultural differences, he was Caucasian and she was Latina, may have influenced their developing relationship in ways he failed to appreciate. However, it was the difference in their life experience (he was in his early fifties and she only twenty-four) that colored their expectations. Because despite his words, in her mind, sexual desire equaled love.

His lust for her finally spilled over late one night. As had become their custom, she followed him to his apartment after work. By this time, her husband had joined them, but the increasing arguments between made her begin to see the writing on the wall. As they sat on his couch talking, he consumed enough red wine to embolden him to offer a foot massage. She had enjoyed enough Amarula to lower her resistance to his thinly veiled advance. He began to gently rub lotion into her tired feet, slowly moving past her ankles to her slender calves. Before things could get any further, however, her cell phone rang. She could see that it was her husband calling to see where she was and why she hadn’t come home yet. They both froze not knowing whether to answer or not. When her phone went to voicemail, he immediately called again. The moment became surreal as call after call went unanswered, only to be repeated for what seemed like an eternity. Her ringtone became a haunting melody reverberating in his mind.

Eventually the calls stopped as he realized she wasn’t going to pick up. Michael Angelo began to worry that this highly volatile situation might escalate if the husband knew where he lived. He was in training to become a local police officer and had access to information a normal citizen did not. This jolting interruption quenched the moment, though not the desire between the two of them. She texted him after leaving the apartment shortly thereafter saying that she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. He had to admit wondering the same. Michael Angelo’s growing concern about what the ensuing actions of an irate spouse might look like, were not enough to stop him from wanting her even more. He had always been risk-adverse. However, this time, he could not get her out of his mind.

While this unexpected drama chilled their rendezvous at his place, they still flirted at work. He would often text her when he was home alone and she returned in kind. Her “signature” on the texts was “Sexy Bitch.” This seemed curious to him since, while she was definitely sexy, she was not what he’d consider a “Bitch.” In fact, her ready smile and easy laugh were her most endearing qualities. She was something of a princess in the sense that she responded warmly to pampering and attention. She enjoyed being the center of his world and welcomed evidences of his desire for her — mostly notably when he would text her photos of his swollen cock. Most girls would be offended by such overt displays, but she relished these pictures as confirmation that she turned him on so much.

It was this sort of reckless behavior that began Michael Angelo’s undoing. His desire for her had reached such proportions that she had a certain power over him. However, his survival instincts remained intact. When he heard rumors that another cashier was said to have obtained his cock shots on her phone, he stopped sending them. Then he began to catch wind that there were rumors floating around the store that something was going on between them. One of his Assistant Managers even asked him point blank if he had fucked her. Despite his denials, his co-worker kept insisting on knowing the truth. It was clear that she had been talking to at least one person at work about her visits. The rest of the rumors simply grew from there.

It was at this point that all contact after work ceased from his end. He could not risk having his boss find out about the indiscretions. Michael Angelo regretted having sent the ill-advised photos and had visions of a sexual harassment lawsuit dancing in his head. So he had to bring things to an end slowly so that the “Sexy Bitch” did not reveal a too-real bitchy side. As he pulled away from her, she began turning her attentions to a young woman at work. Michael Angelo had known she was bi based upon stories she had told him about a best friend who had moved away. Perhaps his coolness towards her in the aftermath of her divorce left her more open to female affections than male. Whatever the whys and wherefores, Michael Angelo was relieved when the storm clouds at work had passed.

After she had finished school and become certified to draw blood, she left for another job. He was both relieved and sad. He was happy she was moving into work she truly enjoyed, but missed seeing her on a daily basis. She and the young woman had also moved in together and were becoming a family unit. In fact, they planned to have a new baby together. Michael Angelo fantasized about being asked to breed her. Even if it was only one time, his thought of finally being able to make love to her, to cum deep inside her, and then have a child to always remind him of that moment. Such imaginings more often than not took him over the edge while he masturbated. Of course he was never asked. Her companion would never allow such to happen. Even though Michael Angelo and the Sexy Bitch never got together, he sensed that there would sometimes be tension in the new home because of him. This made him stay away even more.

Contact between the two of them waned to almost nothing. Michael Angelo would receive a random text from her asking how things were going. The exchange would always be brief and cordial. He had finally been able to push images of the lines of her body out of his imagination as this did a disservice to both of them. Yet far below his conscious mind, there remained a carnal of lust for her.

A year had passed and Michael Angelo was moving to a new, smaller apartment. As he packed his things, he realized he had several DVDs still lent out to various friends. He remembered that Sexy Bitch had borrowed one of his favorite porn movies starring Jesse Jane. He sent her a quick message on confirming that she had it. She apologized for never returning it as she wasn’t sure how best to get it back to him. He gave her directions on how to reach his new place and said she could simply leave it under the front door mat if he wasn’t home. He fully expected her to wait to return it while he was at work. Therefore, he was a quite surprised to find her standing on his doorstep when he answered a knock.

He had been working out with some dumbbells and was only wearing some gym shorts as a result. He usually went commando when he worked out at home and immediately felt his sex begin to rouse at the sight of her. The baby had not altered her body as it did many young women. She had always been lean and, if anything, the “baby weight” had filled out her curves. He asked her in and she did with a shy smile. He grabbed a nearby t-shirt which immediately dampened from the sweat he had worked up. He caught her glance at his crotch which he was attempting to control with limited success. She flashed a sly smile to herself knowing she still had the ability to get such a reaction from him. He offered her something to drink and dashed into the kitchen to regain his composure.

As they sat and talked, they immediately regained the casual comfortableness that always characterized being together. He asked about the baby and how things were going at home and work. Though she did not elaborate, he sensed that there was some tension on the home front. Not wanting to pry, he steered the conversation away from the subject. As they talked, despite his best efforts, Michael Angelo’s cock remained semi-erect. He attempted to sit in a manner that de-emphasized his state, but he caught her continuing to steal glances at his crotch. This only made his task more difficult. She wore jeans that accentuated her hips. She also wore a midriff tank top which allowed her dragon tattoo to peer out from her jeans. He remembered fantasizing about being the artist lucky enough to have worked on the tat as her sex had to have been on display to some extent during the work.

A moment of silence had crept in and Michael Angelo found himself apologizing for how things had gone between them previously. She brushed it off lightly. He confessed he felt especially bad about the photos he had texted her in the past. He believed it was disrespectful both to her and her relationship with Karen. She said that she had actually enjoyed them and that it was only Karen’s jealousy that prevented her from responding more favorably. Then she dropped the bomb by saying that she still thinks about the kiss that never happened between them.

Michael Angelo sat stunned. But as he met her gaze, he clearly saw the invitation. He moved close to her and their mouths melted together. Every fiber of desire he had ever had for her re-ignited as the kiss lingered. Her hand found his now raging member and kneaded him through the thin fabric of his gym shorts. His hands began to explore as well. He pulled her to a standing position so that he could caress the small of her back with one while pulling her closer with the other. He senses her slightly gasp as she kissed him even deeper. To be honest, his head was literally spinning as he experienced a moment he had longed for, but never expected to know. As he lifted her buttocks and pressed into her, she broke the kiss and whispered in his ear to show her the bedroom.

He never made his bed in the morning. He never saw the point. But that mattered little to her. She lay back on the unruly mattress as he began unbuttoning her jeans. The tank top lay on the floor beneath her bra. His tongue and lips traced the outline of her dragon. Slowly he pulled at her jeans till all that remained was her black thong. He stepped out of his shorts and tossed them towards the discarded t-shirt. As he slid on top of her warm, brown body, her hand returned to his now bare cock. She caressed him softly, causing the blood to stretch him even further. He kissed her deeply once more as his hand fondled her breast and tweaked her nipple. His hand left her breast and slid down her belly, slipping under the cotton fabric below. His fingers combed through her coarse hairs. He loved women who didn’t shave themselves bare.

Her hands now slipped into his long locks and gripped either side of his head. She casually urged his head downward. He also loved a woman who asked for what she wanted. His mouth fell upon her sex as his tongue parted the curly curtain adorning her sex. She tasted even better than all his fantasies. She pulled him in deeper, drenching his face in her moist response. She bucked occasionally as he tickled her button just right. Her breathing was heavy. She wasn’t a vocal lover and he liked that. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted by the asshole who lived downstairs. His bit into her soft inner thighs as her nails dragged across his scalp and shoulders. Suddenly her grip became almost unbearable as she brought her legs together as a vise on his head. She began bucking and the first real sounds of ecstasy escaped her lips.

This continued for several seconds. Her body jumped at every instance his tongue touched her clit. She pushed his head away and lay gasping, catching her breath. Then she slid up and pushed him back into the damp mattress. His desire stood long and tall as she cupped his balls, then she touched the swollen head spreading the pre-cum across it. She looked wantonly into his eyes and said she so missed the real thing. With that she mounted him as he entered her without resistance. At first her head tilted back slightly as she relaxed into having a cock inside her again. Without moving her hips, she gripped him and released several times as her fingernails dug into his chest. Ben Wa Balls was all she said.

After pulsating with her pussy alone, she began slowly undulating her hips. The waves began at a slow rhythm. There was a fever in her eyes as they locked onto his. Their bodies merged into one as his body filled with a warmth beyond what he had ever experienced. His ability to separate ejaculation from orgasm allowed him to tingle from head to toe, not convulse into the tiny death that would end the moment. Time seemed to stand still. He was not aware of the past or the future as the universe resided in the present. She rode through orgasm after orgasm only pausing slight before continuing. She was a woman so deeply in heat that modern realities vanished. Primordial instincts took over in both of them. After forever had passed, their single moment together climaxed as one responded to the other’s fervent. He filled her with his seed. They remained locked together in an eternal embrace. When he softened at last, they remained in one another’s arms.

As she slept, his thoughts were not sullied by fears or hesitations or regrets. What the future would hold will necessarily evolve from what had just occurred. For better or worse, neither of them would ever be the same again.

By AFF  member Michael_Angelo58

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AFF Erotic Stories: The Forbidden Fruit… Tapping the Married MILF

I’d been at my new job for just over a month when I noticed Carmela going out of her way to chat with me, usually about random, meaningless things. She was the epitome of the perfect MILF. Through our conversations I learned that Carmela had a son overseas in the marines and a husband that she rarely mentioned other than to talk about the lost passion in their marriage.

Carmela was originally from Puerto Rico, in her mid-forties, with straight, shoulder-length brunette hair, brown eyes, and nice little body, at 5’5” and approximately 120 lbs. One of the guys that worked in the same department described her as a “tight little spinner.” Carmela had nice firm, round breasts; granted they were fake tits, but they looked damn good! I thought I may have a pretty decent shot at nailing her, so I decided to pursue the opportunity.

I must admit, it did take a little time to seduce Carmela but the reward was well worth the wait. After a few lunches and drinks a couple times after work, she was quite comfortable as we bantered sexual flirtations and innuendos with each other. When it became obvious that our new relationship was destined for the bedroom I asked Carmela back to my place. She hesitated and tried to give excuses why she “shouldn’t” but we both knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Carmela finally informed me that her husband was going hunting for the weekend and she would be free to “meet-up” after work… if I was still interested. I, of course seized upon the opportunity and we arranged to meet for a casual dinner after work and then drinks back at my place.

I met Carmela at a funky little Tiki bar and grill and was pleased to see her show up wearing little blue jean shorts, a white blouse, and wedge-heeled sandals that lifted her ass perfectly. After dinner she followed me back to my place for “drinks,” of course we both knew that sex was on the agenda and a certainty. I poured us a few drinks as we settled in on the couch making idle chit-chat as we got cozier with each other.

It wasn’t long before our hands began exploring each other’s bodies. Carmela was incredibly passionate, stroking the growing bulge in my shorts while telling me how much she needed this and how long it had been since she’d had any intimacy. I kissed her neck, lips, and ear lobes as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing her ample cleavage. I noticed that she’d taken off her wedding ring as she tugged at my belt to open my shorts. I popped the clasp on Carmela’s bra and immediately went down on her little hard, brown nipples, gently squeezing her tits as I licked and sucked. Carmela moaned with pleasure and ran her fingers through my hair as she pulled me in closer against her breasts. I greedily sucked on those pert nipples as my hand slowly went south and opened Carmela’s shorts.

“Mmmm, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Carmela said, reaching into my shorts and wrapping her hand around my throbbing erection.

“Wha’da’ya mean,” I asked with a sly grin.

“Cheating on my husband,” Carmela explained, “I’m going to have sex with you and I’m married!”
I slid my hand down, feeling the lace of Carmela’s panties on the back of my hand as my fingers slipped up inside her. Carmela tensed up as my fingers entered her and then purred with delight as they found the spot. She grew incredibly wet, incredibly fast. I slid down off the couch as I pulled off her shorts and panties. Carmela spread her legs, inviting me to go down on her. She had a neatly trimmed little landing strip just above her sweet little pussy. I spread her lips and hungrily lapped up her delicious nectar.

Carmela moaned and pulled my head into her as I devoured her pussy. “Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, don’t stop… Oh Yes… that’s so good….”

I could feel her thighs quivering against the side of my head as I brought her to orgasm, again and again. I couldn’t wait to sink my hard cock into this delicious little pussy.

“That was incredible…” Carmela said catching her breath, “C’mon, let me take care of you now.”
I took one last lick and then climbed up onto Carmela, straddling her as my hard cock hovered in front her face. I watched with enthusiasm as Carmela took my cock; first licking around the head, then up and down the shaft, before taking me deep into her mouth. I grew harder and harder just watching her suck my cock. It was quite apparent that Carmela definitely knew how to suck cock, and I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer before exploding in her mouth.

Reluctantly I pulled my cock from her mouth and said, “Carmela, I wanna fuck you so bad.” Carmela smiled, “Good… I want to feel you inside me. How do you want me?”

“How do I want you?” I repeated.

“Yes, how do you want to mount me?”

I smiled mischievously, “let’s get you on your hands and knees.”

Carmela giggled as she turned over and got on her hands and knees, “Oooh, you wanna take me from behind, don’t you?” I got into position, kneeling behind Carmela, slowly caressing her little round ass and slipping my fingers up into her wet pussy. I couldn’t wait to sink my hard cock deep inside her.
Carmela looked over her shoulder as I started rubbing the tip of my cock up and down against her pussy lips, “You know my ass is off limits, don’t you?”

I smiled at her and chuckled, “Well, I do now!” Then I spread her lips with my fingers and pushed the tip of my cock into her sweet little pussy.

Carmela moaned as my cock slipped into her, “Mmmm, Oh Yes! That’s it… Push it in… Mmmm yes, I want you inside me….”

I had a firm grip with both hands, holding Carmela’s little ass as I pushed deeper into her pussy. I couldn’t believe how tight she was! I could feel her pussy tighten around my throbbing shaft and it felt amazing as I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy.

Carmela moaned with every thrust I drove into her. “Mmmm, Yes… That feels so good… You have no idea how bad I needed this… Mmmm, Yes… Yes… Yes….”

I could feel a big load building and I started thrusting into Carmela harder, faster, and deeper. I was pounding her relentlessly as I couldn’t wait to shoot my load into her. Carmela turned her head to the side as she lay across the armrest of the couch. I could see that her eyes were closed tightly and she was biting her bottom lip. The expression on her face told me that maybe I was fucking her too aggressively and she was hurting a bit. Regardless, she never told me to stop and took it like a good girl. I tightened my grip on her ass and thrust into her deliberately hard, then holding tight I moaned as I ejaculated into her. One hot stream of cum after another shot into her pussy, over and over again until I was spent.

“Fuck… that was good!” I said as I pulled back and let my semi-hard cock slip out of Carmela’s pussy. I watched with satisfaction as my cum slowly oozed out and began to drip from Carmela’s pussy. Carmela raised up off the armrest of the couch and turned to look at me, “Wow… I can’t even remember the last time I was fucked this good! I’m gonna be sore for a while.”

We both cleaned up and I asked Carmela to stay the night since her husband was gone for the weekend. She knew we’d be fucking again and agreed without any hesitation. I grinned from ear to ear, knowing I’d be fucking that tight little pussy again by morning!

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My Red Headed Slut

My boss has a nice house with an in-ground pool and has our small work group over every summer for a picnic. It was a hot August day and the pool looked refreshing for sure. She is a gracious host with a beer tap always providing the coldest beverages on a hot day. I volunteered to work the grill and the burgers and sausages seemed to be enjoyed by all. Especially my co-worker Cindy, who seemed to hang near me and the grill most of the afternoon. She was a red haired lady and at 45 was eight years younger than me. I was recently separated and she was never married, although she had a 21-year-old daughter. We never interacted in a dating way at work, but today seemed just a bit different.

I was in a bathing suit and a Hawaiian shirt, which is my usual summer garb. Cindy was in jeans and a nice blouse. However, she did say she brought a bathing suit in case she decided to go in the pool later. I finished my work at the grill and then began concocting different shots for those that wanted to get a little buzz. I had a book of various shot recipes and we were making them more by the fun of the name then by how they tasted. She sat next to me and when I said “hey, there is a recipe for a shot called a “Red Headed Slut” in here. Anyone interested?” She said “that sounds like it was created for me. Can you make that for me?” My boss’ large selection of alcohol included all the ingredients and I made her a double shot of it. She loved it and asked me to make her more.

After about four double shots of the Red Headed Slut she was feeling pretty good. We took a walk over towards the pool where some of are other co-workers were swimming. Suddenly, she solicited the assistance of two other coworkers to push me into the pool. I resisted, even though I was in a bathing suit already. My resistance was good at first, but they started to get me closer to the edge. As I was about to descend into the water unwillingly, I took a strong hold of her arm and we both went in together. We went under for a few seconds and then popped our heads back above the water line. We laughed and grabbed each other to hold each other up. However, there was something special about grabbing her wet jeans by the belt loops. I helped her to the side of the pool and we collected our bearings and still laughed about what we just did.

It was then that I looked at Cindy and realized that her white blouse and white bra looked amazing when they were wet. She caught my eyes checking out her very nice 36 C breasts and she said “I don’t mind if you look, but I will need a towel to get out of the water.” I stepped out of the pool, got a towel and gave it to her, covering her torso with it to keep her dignity among our co-workers. She thanked me and asked if I could get her bathing suit from the car for her to now change into. I did and she went in the house and immersed in the cutest bikini covering the hottest body I may have ever hugged. She always wore business suits in the office, so her body was usually hidden. The bikini hid nothing! Even her large, thick nipples pushed the material out to leave no doubt about their size.

We sat back down and she asked me to make another shot or two for her and with our other co-workers, we drank and talked until the sun went down and the stars came out. She started to feel sleepy and went inside the house and passed out on the couch in the living room. Being that I had to drive about 30 miles to get home, my boss had offered to have me stay overnight because of the drinks. She said that Cindy wasn’t going anywhere and will be staying over as well. I thanked her and agreed that staying was the best choice.

We continued to talk until about midnight when the coworkers that lived close had all gone home and we were ready to go to bed. Cindy was still very much asleep on the couch and I tried to wake her out of her groggy state and get her upstairs to a bedroom for her to sleep it off. I got her on her feet and my boss and I got her into one of the spare bedrooms. We plopped her on the bed, her still in her bikini and my boss smiled and said to me “you both seemed to get along great today. If you want to stay with her tonight, I am OK with that.” The first thought in my head was WOW, this could be fun. But I also thought that she was still in a very groggy state and I could not take advantage of her in that state. I said I will go to the other spare bedroom and sleep there.

About 2 AM, I woke up to my bedroom door slowly opening. The light from the hall showed the silhouette of Cindy’s great body, still in the bikini. She came in and closed the door behind her. She climbed into the bed with me and when I started to ask her how she was, she interrupted me and said “I really want you to fuck me.” She seemed awake and very sober and her body in that bikini was screaming for the touch of my large hands.

I started to kiss her full on the mouth as my hands ran all over her back and ass cheeks, pulling those beautiful breasts against my bare chest. She quickly reached down and grabbed my cock through the material of my underwear. I was never so glad that I sleep in just underwear. My hands started to untie the back of her bikini top as she moved her hand inside my underwear to feel my cock grow to her stroking touch. There was not a word said between us as we both got naked in record time and went back to kissing each other. My one hand was now caressing and squeezing her breasts. My fingers started to pinch and pull on those mouth watering nipples and I broke away from our kiss to place a nipple between my warm lips. My teeth and tongue aroused her hardening nipples and she started to moan softly and pull my head tighter to her chest. The room was fairly dark, but I thought perhaps they were turning red with how much I suckled both of them. My hand slid down between her legs and my fingers were immediately soaked. I traced her pussy lips with my fingers and slid two fingers into her folds. I pulled them up to my mouth and stuck my tasty middle finger into my mouth to taste her sweetness. I then put my index finger into her mouth and she licked and sucked it like she wanted to taste every drop.

My next move was to get my face between Cindy’s legs and I threw her around like a rag doll on the bed until I positioned her legs spread wide and my cheeks on the inside of each of her muscular thighs. My tongue began at the lowest point I could reach, which was her tight asshole and I circled the rim over and over. I could actually taste the chlorine pool water from when she was thrown in the pool hours earlier. I licked slowly, but thoroughly up her pussy, spreading her folds with my expert mouth. Her clit was a little larger than most I have experienced and it made it easy to suck on it with my lips while my tongue danced all over it. I felt her small gush on my chin and cheeks as I worked her clit hard and when she calmed down a bit she said “Now I need you to fuck me”.

I left Cindy laying with her legs spread as I replaced my face with my thighs, prying her legs apart for my hard cock. I ran the ring at the base of the head over and over on her clit and she started begging me to “put it in me, I need you inside me now.” I obliged and began to slowly push my cock deep inside her warm, wet hole. I picked up the pace, as did she with the pace of her moans and breaths. Her reactions made me just want to go into her harder, faster and deeper. She seemed to gush a few times and I could feel my balls getting wet and the sound getting very squishy. I could feel myself nearing a climax and I slowed the pace down. I continued for a few more minutes of fucking her slowly when she said “I want to feel you cum in my mouth.”

With a smile on my face and a lust to enjoy all the best pleasure of Cindy’s skills, I pulled my dick out of her and straddled her chest with my cock at her lips. I let her mouth move to take my cock inside, while I felt her nice breasts firmly against my ass cheeks. She used one hand to stroke and guide my manhood in between her soft, pouty lips. It felt incredible and I reached a hand back and gave her more incentive by stroking her clit again. She groaned with pleasure, which excited me even more. I let her stroke and suck me for about two minutes and her tongue showed its incredible talent. I knew I was not going to last much longer, so I lifted myself in a position where I could give her mouth everything I had. I watched what little I could make out in the darkness of my cock thrusting into her mouth and down her throat. She took it well and tightened her lips to give even more friction. I could not hold back any more and I told her “I’m gonna cum.” She took one hand and started to stroke me while her other hand started to massage my balls, which were still wet from her gushes. I let out a gasp and my cum started pumping into her warm mouth. I could feel Cindy trying to keep every drop in her mouth until I was empty and when I was done, I heard her licking her lips and swallowing my full load. I moved down and started kissing her gently, tasting a little of my nectar still in her mouth. We crashed the rest of the night in that bed and when we woke up the next day at about 10 AM, she asked me to fuck her again. I gladly did so, and this time she invited me to take her ass as well. When we got up and went downstairs, my boss was smiling and said “I hope you both had a great time last night.” We both smiled and I said “We love your work picnics.”

With that, Cindy and I ate bagels for breakfast and both headed home to our separate places. We did get together one other night at a hotel after meeting for drinks. Playing with her was incredible, but it was always started by a lot of alcohol. She got a new job and we never hooked up again after that second time. We are still friends, but have not seen each other in five years now. Hopefully, we will meet again and I can enjoy her for who she truly is…a great, fun lady and not a red- headed slut!

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The Maid and Morning Wood

I’m not sure how to describe what happened a couple weeks back. Surprising, embarrassing, or just crazy hot.

Several months ago, I decided to hire a cleaning service to come to my place once a week, just to tidy things up a bit. I hate housework but like to come home to a clean place, and to invite a “chance encounter” to my place for the occasional hook-up.

When I called the cleaning service, I asked if I could request their maid, Mary. She had come highly recommended by a co-worker whose home she cleaned and the company was happy to oblige. Mary’s scheduled arrival time was 9:00 a.m. sharp Tuesday morning. When she arrived the first time, she was very shy and dressed in loose mom jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. She told me she was always prompt and explained she would be finished by noon. Her face was attractive but, in her work clothes, I had no idea what her body was like. Not that it mattered; I was only interested in how well she cleaned my home.

Every Monday night, I made sure to set my alarm so I was up, showered, and heading off to work by the time she arrived in the morning. Since I sleep in the nude and often wake to a raging hard-on, I didn’t want her to accidentally walk in on me. I tend to kick off the covers and often awake fully exposed.

For a couple of months, the plan worked great. I came home and the place was spotless. I tipped her very well – so much so, that occasionally she baked chocolate chip cookies while she was working and, when I arrived home, the place smelled divine … and the cookies were a welcome treat.

Then I made a mistake: I was working late one Monday and I forgot to set the alarm. It was 9:30 when I heard the sound of dishes rattling in the kitchen.

“Oh shit!” I thought. “The maid is here and I’m buck naked with a hard-on. I grabbed a blanket, covered myself, and closed my bedroom door. I took a quick shower and threw on my clothes.

Certain I had saved myself from embarrassment, I opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room, apologizing that I had overslept and I had intended to be gone before she arrived.

“No problem,” Mary replied loudly from the kitchen as she busied herself with her duties. “I saw your car keys on the kitchen counter and thought you might still be here so I got started in the kitchen. Did I wake you?”

“Well, yes,” I answered, “but thank goodness you did. I have a pile of work waiting for me.” As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I noticed she was avoiding eye contact. It was unusual; she was normally very friendly, in a strictly-business sort of way.

I stopped for a moment then asked, “Is everything okay?” She turned toward me and her face was beet-red in embarrassment. Then she turned away as she spoke. “Forgive me,” she explained, “but when I thought you might still be here, I called out to you but you must not have heard me. I went to your room to wake you, the door was open, and I … I couldn’t help but see you laying there … I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have …”

I interrupted her apology, “No, it was my fault completely. I didn’t set my alarm. I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed. I hope you will forgive me …” Awkward doesn’t describe the two of us standing in my kitchen apologizing to one another. “Well, I’d better get off to work,” I said as I made a hasty exit.

When I reached my office, I went straight to my co-worker’s office—the one who had recommended her—a blurted out the story of what had just happened. “Oh my God,” he laughed, “I wonder if she saw you naked as a jaybird.”

“By her reaction,” I replied, “I’m pretty sure she did. I hope she accepts my apology.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” he explained, “Mary needs the work and I know she appreciates your generous tips. I tip her well, too, because I know her situation at home. Her husband is a complete loser, he can’t keep a job because he shoots his mouth off to his boss and they fire him. He treats Mary like a rug he wipes his feet on. She should dump him but her self-esteem is so low she stays with him. It’s too bad because she’s a real sweetheart.”

Things went back to normal after that. To my surprise, Mary showed up at 9:00 a.m. the next Tuesday. My alarm had gone off early and I was dressed and left when she arrived. A few more weeks passed, and I came home to a freshly-baked loaf of banana bread, my favorite. I smiled, thankful that all was good with us again.

The following Tuesday, a heavy snowfall was forecast and I called Mary the night before to tell her not to risk driving if the roads were bad. She thanked me for my thoughtfulness. She said she would see how the weather looked in the morning and make her decision then, if that was okay. “Of course,” I replied, “just know it’s not worth risking your safety to clean my place.”

Overnight, the snowfall was lighter than expected and Mary showed up at 9:00 a.m. I went to work but watched as the snow started coming down heavier and heavier. Schools were closed and I started to worry about the drive home. I looked at my watch. It was half past noon. Mary would be gone by now so I felt safe leaving early to avoid snowbound traffic.

To my surprise, Mary’s car was still in the driveway. I figured she was waiting for the snow to let up so I went in, expecting her to be watching the weather. She wasn’t in the kitchen or living room. I called out for her but got no response. As I reached my bedroom, I looked in the open door and there she was, stretched out on my bed, completely naked, her fingers working gently, slowly over her clit.

“I was hoping you’d come home early,” she said. “I figured that I got to see yours, it’s only fair you get to see mine, too.” I stood in the bedroom doorway speechless, unsure what to say or do. But my cock was throbbing at the sight of her. Her body was curvy in all the right places.

“But, but …” I stammered, “What about your husband?”

“He called me and told me he got stuck in the snow. He’s two hours away and waiting for a tow truck. He doesn’t know when he’ll make it home.” Still, I was without words as I watched her work her pussy open, inviting me to take a closer look. “I’m sorry,” she continued, “This is so unlike me. I’ve never done anything like this before. But I haven’t been able to get the sight of your cock out of my mind since that day. Every night since, I’ve masturbated, thinking about what it would be like to feel you inside me.”

After I pinched myself several times to see if I was dreaming, I realized Mary was, in fact, fingering her pussy, naked in my bed, desperately wanting me to fuck her married pussy. What’s guy supposed to do?

I moved beside the bed and slowly undressed. First unbuttoning my shirt, then unbuckling my pants and let them fall to the floor. The bulge in my shorts was immense and her eyes locked on it. I stepped out of my pants and climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her, then leaned over to kiss her gently. Her tongue darted out and pushed my lips apart. Mary wasn’t the least bit shy when she reached for the bulge in my boxer briefs and squeezed my erection.

“My God, you’re big,” she said as she tugged at the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down roughly. My cock sprung out and she gripped it with one hand, stroking it while she supped my nut sack with her other. She looked up at me and said, “You look shocked. You knew I saw you naked that morning. I was so turned on, you could have bent me over the kitchen counter and had your way with me right then.”

“Yes, I’m shocked,” I replied, “but I’m glad you’re here. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh, yes,” she smiled as she spoke, “I’m sure. I want to enjoy this.”

“But, what about your husband,” I prodded.

“My husband? When he’s in the mood—which is usually when he’s drunk—he climbs on top of me and humps me for a minute or two till he cums, then he falls asleep. We’ve got at least two hours to enjoy this, if you want me, that is.”

“Want you? Hell, yes, I want to fuck the living daylights out of you. Are you kidding?”

“You can do anything you want to me,” she said. “So stop talking.” With that, she pulled my cock to her mouth and started sucking it hungrily, as if she hadn’t had a meal in weeks. Her cock-sucking skills were exceptional and before long, I was about to blow my load into her mouth.

“Spread your legs,” I told her, and she opened them wide, inviting me to take a taste of her married cunt. Her pussy lips were already swollen and her slit gaped open. Her pussy was sopping wet. I licked her clit and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. She moaned softly as I worked her pussy with my tongue. When I shoved my tongue into her wanting hole, she gasped with excitement. I looked up her body and saw she was gripping her nipples tightly, one between each of her hands. Her fingers twisted them roughly as I continued my work on her pussy.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Louder,” I commanded.

“Please fuck me,” she pleaded.

“Tell me you want me to fuck your married cunt.”

“Yes, yes, please fuck my married cunt. Fuck me like a slut.”

Without any further delay, I moved up her body and rammed the full length of my stone-hard shaft inside her. She gasped a deep breath in then let it out in a soft moan. She tilted her pelvis up to welcome my stiffness, and our rhythm was instantaneous. Out tongues intertwined as my cock stroked her neglected pussy. Her first orgasm came quickly. She wrapped her legs around mine and bucked against me as the walls of her vagina clamped tightly around my cock. It seemed as if her orgasm wouldn’t stop and, once again, I was close to delivering my load.

Then she went limp, laying there satisfied, enjoying my cock still moving slowly in and out of her. We kissed and held one another until she recovered. Then I turned her over and told her to get on her knees, I was going to fuck her doggy style.

“Oh my,” she mumbled, “It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. I’m afraid I won’t be able to take all of you that way. Will you go slow, please?” she begged as she assumed the doggy position.

“Hell no!” I answered. “I’m going to fuck you rough. You said I could do anything I wanted to you.”

She squealed slightly as I mounted her from behind and drilled her as deep as I could. She took every inch and began rocking back and forth to meet my thrusts. The harder I fucked her, the louder she got, until she was enjoying her second intense orgasm. This time, I couldn’t hold back, I unleashed an admirable load inside her. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” I told her as my cock fell limp from her gaping cunt. I watched as my cum oozed slowly onto the sheets below, creating a large pool of cum. I rubbed my cum all over her pussy and ass before flipping her onto her back.

“Clean my cock,” I instructed, and she eagerly took my fading dick in her mouth, licking and sucking our co-mingled juices from it. Then, I laid down beside her and we kissed, caressed and dozed off. When we awoke, nearly two hours had passed and her phone was ringing.

“It’s my husband,” she said. “I’d better answer it.” She clicked the answer button and said, “You’re back on the road. You’ll be home in an hour. Okay, drive safely. Me? I, umm, I just finished cleaning. His place was a little messier than usual. I’ll be home when you get there.”

She clicked the phone off, smiled, and looked at me. “You know, we really should allow at least an extra hour for your cleaning each week. Maybe two. What do you think?”

“I think I like this treat better than cookies,” I replied. “Plan on an extra two hours next time.”

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Mother’s Incredible Best Friend

I was a 20 year old home from college for the holidays staying with my divorced mother. We had a good relationship and she pretty much let me come and go as I wanted as long as I didn’t do anything that created more work or caused any problems. She was dating a guy and spent a lot of time out of the house either at work or with him. Just after Christmas a week or so before I was to head back to school, she told me she was having one of her old friends come and visit for 10 days. She told me her friend, whose name was Carrie and whom I had never met, would be staying in the guest bedroom next to mine. She wouldn’t be any trouble as she had just gone through a divorce herself and was looking for some quiet time away from all the bad memories. I didn’t think much of it other than that it was nice that my mother would be able to have some time to spend with a good friend. Nothing left me prepared for what would happen the following week.

Carrie showed up late Sunday night and was a total surprise. She was in her mid to late 30’s and gorgeous! As I was introduced my very first thought was “What kind of nut would let a woman like this go?” She was about 5’8”, blonde, blue eyes, tanned ‒ and for what I could see under her winter coat, very well put together. My second thought was that Carrie must have some kind of problem or the guy wouldn’t have let her go. I mentally reminded myself to “enjoy the view but watch myself.” I wasn’t much for dealing with female head-cases. I’d seen a couple of them in college and knew enough to stay out of their way ‒ no matter how hot they seemed to be. Besides, this was my mother’s friend. I never gave it another thought ‒ at least for a couple of days.

The second night Carrie was there, my mother had gone out on a date and I spent most of the early evening watching TV. Carrie had joined me on the couch and eventually we started to converse. It turned out her husband, who had been her high school boyfriend had been involved with another woman and despite Carrie’s forgiveness and efforts to save the marriage, he had been a real jerk. I felt bad for her. Obviously she was a great woman and had deserved better. I thought she was close to tears but she seemed to compose herself. She asked about my life ‒ whether I had a girlfriend, what I was studying, what I wanted to do after college ‒ all the normal stuff. I found myself growing to like her very much although I had no thoughts about any kind of a relationship at the time. Though I was enjoying our conversation I excused myself and went to bed about 11:00.

I was having some trouble getting to sleep. At about midnight I heard Carrie come down the hall and into her room. 20 minutes later, I thought I heard some muffled “sighs” and “moans”. The walls were pretty thick and I thought she might be crying. We had an adjoining closet and after a while my curiosity got the best of me. I felt bad for her. After the crying went on for a while I decided to get up and ask if there was anything I could do. I knocked gently on her door and heard her say “Come in.” I entered the room and sat at the foot of her bed. I told her how badly I felt that she had gone through what she had and asked if she wanted to talk anymore. She wiped her eyes and sat up on the side of the bed. As she did, her night gown opened slightly to reveal a pair of beautiful breasts. I was embarrassed for looking and turned my eyes away. She looked at me as I did. I said “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking on purpose.” She kind of smiled and replied “It’s OK. It wasn’t your fault. Besides I know how young guys like you are about things like that. Nobody blames you for looking.” She took my hand, looked into my eyes with her beautiful big blues, and said “I appreciate your asking if you could help but there really isn’t much you can do. It’s just something I have to get over ‒ and I will. It’s just lonely and I miss being with a man. Especially one like I thought my husband was. In fact, you seem like the kind of guy I thought I was getting married to when he and I wed. Some girl is going to be lucky to meet a guy like you someday. Anyhow ‒ Thanks.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I headed back to my room with my head swimming. I certainly had been wrong about her. She was not “head case”. In fact, she was one of the most decent, rational women I had ever met. The thought of her kiss went through my mind, but I erased it realizing that I was being totally ridiculous even thinking that I would ever be anything more to her than “her best friend’s son.” I have to admit that she was the subject of my dreams that night.

The next morning, I woke up and decided to get going early. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the shower. As I approached Carrie’s room I noticed the door was slightly open and couldn’t help peeking in as I walked by. I guess I had hoped for ‒ but didn’t expect the sight before me. Carrie had obviously showered and was lying on the bed completely naked. Her eyes were completely shut and her hand was down between her thighs as she masturbated furiously. Her body was even more beautiful than I had imagined it would be. There wasn’t a flaw to be seen. She had a flat stomach, beautiful breasts, and an ass and thighs that were muscular but incredibly feminine. Afraid of being caught staring again, I headed to the shower ‒ but with an erection that made it hard to go around corners! As I stood in the shower I could only daydream about what it would be like to climb between Carrie’s thighs and slide my cock deeply into her.

As I headed back to my room I glanced into her room and saw that she had left ‒ probably to go down to the kitchen. I dressed and headed down myself. When I arrived, Carrie was standing at the stove in a robe making breakfast. “What’s this?” I exclaimed. She replied with a sly smile, “I just thought a nice guy like you would enjoy a big breakfast ‒ how was your shower?” I didn’t know what to think. Had she seen me looking into her room as she pleasured herself? Or was she just making a pleasant morning comment? I stammered “Great”. She replied “I thought so”. She brought the pan over to the table where I was sitting and bent over to put the breakfast food on my plate. As she did her robe partially opened, but she didn’t seem to be very self-conscious about it. In fact she looked straight into my eyes as she remained bent over with her bare breasts showing completely. Her nipples were stiff and she seemed to be breathing a little heavily. I couldn’t figure out whether to look into her eyes or at the sight before me. Finally, I looked into her eyes and once again apologized for “peeking”. This time she laughed and said “Actually, I take it as a compliment having a sexy young guy like you admiring my body. I enjoy it. It makes me feel good. Feel free to peek whenever you get the chance!” She sat down on my lap and put her arm around my shoulders. I could feel the heat of her bare bottom in my lap. I was getting almost dizzy from the thoughts going through my head. She kissed me directly on the lips and got up and headed for her room. On the way she said “I’m going to get dressed and go shopping. See you later.” All I could think was “What a tease!” I had to wait for my cock to go down before I could even get out of the chair.

I left for the day and didn’t get home until well after midnight. The house was dark and both my mother and Carrie were obviously asleep in their rooms. I was both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed that what I had been thinking about with Carrie probably wasn’t going to ever happen and relieved that I wouldn’t have to get teased again without any remedy other than my own hand. I showered, climbed into bed and went to sleep. Something woke me in the middle of the night. I heard the click of my door and some shuffling. I rolled over and looked up to see one of the most welcome sights I had ever experienced. In the moonlight that shone through the window Carrie stood next to my bed. She looked down on me put her finger to her lips and whispered “Shhhhhh”. As I watched she dropped her robe and then her night gown into a pool on the floor in front of her. She reached for my hand and pulled me to a standing position next to her beautiful, naked body. “You didn’t really think I could be so cruel as to leave you in the state you were in this morning ‒ did you?” She walked around behind me and pressed up against my body. Her hands slid under the waist band of my shorts and down to grasp my cock. It felt like a bar of steel but her hands felt like heaven. She pushed my shorts down then came around in front of my naked body and pressed up against me. My cock slid between her thighs. I could feel her pubic hair brush against it and the wetness of her cunt as the tip of it slid between her lips. She deep kissed me passionately. I could feel the tips of her breasts press into my chest. My heart raced as Carrie slid down to her knees in front of me and I imagined what was to come. As she looked up into my eyes she exclaimed “I’ve been thinking about the taste of your cock in my mouth since I saw you peeking into my room this morning.”

She reached around my ass and pulled me tight against her face as she deep throated me. She grasped the base of my cock with one hand and scratched my balls with the other as she licked the head of my cock and started to mouth fuck me. It didn’t take long before I could feel the cum rising in my cock. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face tight so that my cock was buried deep in her face and I blew everything. She drained me taking every drop and swallowing it. My knees almost gave out from the intensity. “I hope you’re not done for the night” she whispered, “I had plans for much more than this!” My cock hardened again instantly as I contemplated the possibilities. She whispered again “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock buried deep inside me.”  I pushed her back on the bed, her legs splayed in anticipation of my cock, but I wasn’t ready to start that yet. I knelt between her legs and pressed her thighs apart with my hands. When she realized what I was doing she lifted her head up of the bed and I could hear the breath push out between her lips in anticipation of my tongue in her pussy. I slowly licked the inside of her thighs one at a time, stopping on each one just as the hairs of her pussy brushed my cheeks. I could smell the feminine juices leaking from her as she enjoyed my “teasing.” I reached up with my hands and pushed the lips of her pussy apart to open it for my tongue. I bent my head forward and blew gently into her pussy lips before sliding my tongue into them. Up and down, side to side. Her hips bucked from the intensity of her feelings. I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her tight against my face as I started lapping her clitoris. She bucked some more. I slid a finger, slick with her own juices, into her ass as I lapped away. She moaned “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop until I cum.” I didn’t. She exploded and sat bolt upright from the intensity until she had to push my face away. She fell backward onto the bed. “I can’t believe how intense that was” she whispered, “What can I do for you.” I took her face into my hands and pulled her to me. “That’s easy. I want to feel my cock in your pussy. I want to fuck you until you pass out from the intensity. I want to feel my cock empty inside you.” She smiled, slid back onto the bed and spread her legs apart. “I can’t wait” she replied as she took my cock and pulled it to the entrance of her pussy.

It’s nearly impossible to do justice in describing how it feels to have your cock slide into a woman as beautiful as she was. All the initial feelings are at the tip as it enters here pussy and pushes it open. But when you start to push forward, every inch of it feels the same sensation ‒ her pussy lips tightening around you. Then, when you are all the way in, you feel it all over. You feel in your cock, your balls, even your pubis as it presses tightly into her before you start to actually fuck. That’s what I felt in Carrie. I started to slowly fuck her. Slowly part way in and part way out. Then deeper and back out. I could feel my balls tighten in anticipation as they slapped against her ass. I could feel the wetness of our combined juices as I slid in and out of her. I pulled back out, took my cock in my hand, and started brushing the tip back and forth over her clitoris. She moaned and bucked some more. “Ohhhhh, that feels so good ‒ I’m close. I’m almost there. Put it back in. Please put it back in”.

“Turn over” I said. She hurriedly complied. The sight of her beautiful ass facing me was almost more than I could take. I grasped her hips and pulled back as I pushed forward into her. Again I experienced the wonderful feeling of my cock sliding through her pussy lips deep into her. We started to fuck in earnest. I slammed into her as she pushed back. The air was filled with the smell of her sex and the sounds of our lovemaking. The slapping of our hips against each other, her moans and my groans as we approached the ultimate climax. Finally, I slammed deeply into her and stayed as I felt my cock flex as it drained into her. She buried her face in the pillow as she climaxed. We fell forward on to the bed breathing heavily at our efforts. I rolled off and she rolled over to lie against me. “That was incredible” she exclaimed. As she got up to dress and head back to her room, her parting words were “I’m glad we’re both going to be here for a few more days. Maybe tomorrow we can shower together to start the day.”

 

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Very Unexpected Delight

My wife and I have been married for almost 18 years. During that time the sex has always been superb. That is until 2 months ago. My wife started going to bed early and going straight to sleep. After 2 months of absolutely no sex at all I was climbing the walls with frustration, not only due to the lack of sex, but also because I could not figure out why the sudden change. We both work different shifts, my wife works the regular 9 to 5 and I work from 3pm to 1am.

Yesterday I decided to take off from work at about 7pm, to see if I could surprise my wife and seduce her. As I pulled in to the driveway I noticed a co-worker of my wife had parked her car in front of our house. Damn I thought there goes a good plan down the toilette. Well I figured I would just relax and enjoy my night off. I walked into the house and I could hear the music playing softly in the den.

I figured the ladies were in the den chatting so I went upstairs and changed out of my work clothes into a pair of track pants and a t-shirt. I went downstairs and grabbed a beer from the fridge on my way into the den to say hi to the ladies, and let my wife know I would be watching the hockey game in the rec room.

When I entered the den I did not see the women anywhere, at first I was a bit surprised, then I heard soft laughter coming through the sliding doors from the hot tub outside. I went to the sliding doors and went out to the hot tub area.

The ladies were facing away from the sliding doors and apparently did not hear me opening or closing the door. When I walked up to the hot tub I was shocked and frozen in mid stride, as I noticed my wife lean over and kiss Mary. I almost dropped my beer on the patio. After a solid minute or more of this open mouth tongue dueling the women share, I heard Mary say “we should slow down a little bit until Ann gets here”. I almost choked.

This was not a complete surprise to me because, Ann was always with these 2 when they were together, and I did remember when we first got married my wife had mentioned that she was slightly interested in other women. At the time I really tried to make some sort of threesome happen, but my wife always found one reason or another to nip it in the bud.

So here I was about 5 feet from the hot tub, wondering what I should do. I realized that my dick had become solid as a rock without me being aware. Almost immediately a plan formed in my head. I silently backed away from the hot tub and went into the house, I went right into the living room and sat to wait for Ann to arrive. While I sat there I began having second thoughts, what if this didn’t work, what if this blew up in my face. As I was thinking about this Ann walked in the front door, I knew it was too late to turn back now.

Ann noticed me in the living room, and managed to keep her look of surprise almost in check. I said “oh hi Ann I didn’t realize you were coming over tonight”. Ann stuttered a little bit and said something about her and the other 2 getting together to chew the fat a little bit. I told her that I had been home for about 25 minutes and I seemed to be the only one here. She said she was surprised because she had just talked to my wife 1 hour ago and the plans were made. I said that the music was on when I got home, so maybe the girls went to the store or something, I said why don’t you sit here with me and wait. Ann hesitated for just a second and said “ok, I am sure they will be right back.”

Ann sat on the other end of the couch and made herself comfortable. I offered her a beer or some white wine. Ann said she was in the mood for something a bit stronger, so I suggested a martini, which she accepted. While I was making the martini, I looked out at the hot tub and noticed the other 2 were not entirely successful in slowing down, so I realized I would have the time needed for the next step in my plan.

I brought the martini to Ann and sat down right next to her on the couch. Now to describe Ann, she is about 5’6″, long blonde hair gorgeous figure, with a set of tits that are 36c, and a drop dead gorgeous ass. She is also the typical blonde, really nice but a little slow to pick up on some things. I asked her how she was making out since she has been divorced for about 6 months. She said she has never been better and she should have left the asshole a long time before she finally did. I asked what had been the worst thing about her ex, she said he was a big drinker and treated her like dirt when he was drunk. I put on my most sympathetic face and said he must be the biggest fool on the planet. Ann’s face lit up like a light bulb and she said “you really think so”. I told her he was brain dead if he didn’t realize he had a woman with a great personality and knock out looks to boot. She seemed to smile even bigger.

I could feel her defenses falling like the wall in Germany. She leaned in to me and said if he was anything like me she would have stayed with him forever. At this point I made her another martini and sat real close to her again. We chatted for another minute or 2 and I noticed she was leaning her head against my shoulder while we talked. I put my arm on the back of the couch and started to caress her hair. All of a sudden she went really quiet, I thought maybe I had gone too far too fast. When I looked at her she was looking me right in the eye. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss that I felt right down to my toes.

After about 2 or 3 minutes she pulled away and apologized, saying this was not right because she was friends with my wife. I told her it was okay because my wife had told me about their sessions with Mary. She seemed a bit shocked at first, trying to organize this new information. I told her that my wife and I don’t keep any secrets and she would be okay with this. While she sat there thinking I started to rub her neck, this broke down the final barrier. She was all over me like a wet shirt. Her tongue was in my mouth, her breasts were tight against my chest and her hand found its way to my crotch. I in turn started to feel her tits with one hand while the other hand found its way down the back of her slacks and was rubbing her ass. After about 5 minutes of this I suggested we get naked and go sit in the hot tub. Ann jumped at the suggestion, taking her clothes off in record time, then helping me with mine. She then grabbed my cock and led me to the hot tub. As we got onto the patio she noticed my wife and Mary in the tub making out. She just turned to me and said “shhhh” in a low voice. We snuck up behind the ladies and Ann motioned that we should start to caress them from behind. Ann went first and whispered to the ladies, “carry on but don’t look back”. My wife giggled but did as she was told, as did Mary. Ann reached around and started to fondle my wife’s tits, while I did the same to Mary. Now Mary has huge tits, at least DD’s. She started to moan, as did my wife. Ann reached down and started to play with my wife’s pussy, so I followed suit with Mary. After about 5 minutes my wife said to Ann, “You had better stop or I am going to come right here in the pool”. Mary said the same thing. At that moment both ladies realized that with 2 extra hand on their bodies there was no way Ann could be doing the same to the other one. They both turned their heads to see what was up.

My wife’s face went white and Mary recoiled just a bit. My wife said in a panicked voice, “what are you doing home”. With that she jumped out of the pool and ran into the house. I quickly followed. I caught her at the foot of the stairs and asked her why she left. She looked afraid and embarrassed, she said she was afraid I would be upset. I stepped back and looked down at my hard on and said “do I look upset”. She explained that she was afraid that I would be upset because she had been neglecting me and having fun with the girls. She quickly explained that she had been avoiding me because she felt guilty about having an affair with these 2 women. I told her I was cool with it but she should have told me, and have faith that I would understand. She threw her arms around me and told me she loved me, then she gave me a kiss of pure lust.

We heard a voice from behind us saying “if all is settled can we please get to some serious sex?”, it was Mary’s voice. We turned and saw big grins on both their faces. My wife beckoned them over and we had a big group hug, which quickly turned into a group grope. I had 3 hand all over my dick and balls. My wife broke up the grope by saying “last one to the bedroom only gets to watch”. This had everyone scrambling up the stairs.

The 3 women ganged up on me and held me back so I was the last one in the bedroom. They all jumped on the bed and started to grab and kiss each other. Tough break for me, I had to watch 3 lovely ladies making out on my bed. After about 5 minutes Ann said “I think he has been punished enough, and I haven’t been with a man for 8 months, let him join”. Mary said “well I guess its ok, come on stud bring that meat to the party.” I jumped on the bed and the women attacked.

The ladies silently decided that Ann would get me first. My wife rolled me onto my back while Mary grasped my cock. then Ann positioned herself over my dick and slowly lowered herself onto it. A look of pure joy came across her face, and I felt like I was in heaven as well. I was thinking, how could this be any better, when my wife leaned forward and started to suck Ann’s tits. Ann started going nuts, slamming herself up and down on my cock. Seeing my wife sucking her tits was a huge turn on for me, while I could see it. And then Mary sat on my face blocking my view. Mary yelled, “let’s see if you’re as good with that tongue as your wife says you are”. Well I was up to the challenge, and did some of my best work. I couldn’t see but I could tell my wife was taking turns sucking both ladies’ tits. I could also hear her mumble, “yes Ann stick those fingers in my cunt, and Mary keep that finger in my ass.

It wasn’t very long before Ann started screaming that she was coming. This seemed to set off a chain reaction as soon as she seemed to finish Mary started covering my face with her juices. Not very long after I shot one of the biggest loads of my life into Ann’s tight pussy. Not to be out done my wife came all over Ann’s fingers.

We tried many different combinations for the rest of the night, and for the first time since I was a teenager I shot a total of 3 loads that night, each lady getting a deposit in their pussies. After my 3rd load which was in my wife, I was tired so I sat back and watched the 3 women have one more session by themselves. We later fell asleep on the bed each of us temporarily satisfied.

When we awoke the next morning, my wife said it was the best night of her life and that we will have to get together regularly from now on. Both woman quickly agreed. They all looked at me waiting for an answer. I just grinned and said, “I am in heaven”.

 

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College Roomie

Jen is my Junior year roomie and cute as a button. She has a boyfriend with whom she is definitely no prude buy has never been with a girl. From the day we met I dreamed we could be closer but never actually dared to hope that our relationship would get as close as it did!

It was the start of my 3rd year of college and I was now a junior! Finally I was not going to be in a dorm but instead an apartment. No more RAs breathing down my neck to keep the room clean and police what I do all the time. It was an on-campus apartment which meant the rules were still pretty strict ‒ no boys at ANY time for instance, but I was used to that. In the past I had to wonder about what my one roomie would be like. Well, this year I had FIVE. The apartment had three bedrooms so I would only be sleeping with one and sharing a bathroom with four more. The bedrooms were all larger than my previous dorms rooms so I wasn’t expecting any issues. Although I was curious about all five of them, one in particular was on my mind ‒ Jen. I had gotten her bio and introductory e-mail once the room assignments were made and w had chatted a few times so I knew a bit about her. You never knew what a person was really like until you actually met them and the introduction letters were so sterile it was impossible to know how they would be when you actually met. Take my previous roomies for example….

My freshman year roomie was Brenda. Brenda lives in a nearby town about ten miles or so away. Her parents thought it would be a good idea for her to spend her freshman year on campus to help acclimate to college life. It worked out well for her even though she still went home most weekends. Sometimes she would let me come along which made for a nice getaway from the dorm room. When I first left home for college I had a steady boyfriend with whom I had thought I would maintain a long-stance relationship and see whenever I got back. He went to a local college and we had been dating for a few months and I was starting to think maybe he even loved me. Brenda took me home with her one weekend shortly after school started and we had fun taking pictures of me for my boyfriend. The photo session got pretty hot and eventually led to my first lesbian experience (OK, technically I have been having sex with my mom and her younger sister since I was 16 but that is completely different from doing with a girl not related to me). I was about to send them off to my boyfriend when an e-mail arrived from him telling me he was seeing another girl and just wanted us to be friends. Naturally I wrote the bastard back telling him what he could do with that proposal AND he certainly didn’t get the pictures I had made up for him. I felt more hurt than I had ever been in my life. How could I have been so blind not to realize that he was just like all the other teenage boy that dated me just for sex? Brenda was fantastic though and helped me through those times, helping me forget my ex-boyfriend in a number of ways which including us sleeping together. We continued that for the rest of the school year and to this day I still consider her one of my closest friends. Unfortunately her parents weren’t about to pay for another year in the dorms which meant I had a new roomie my sophomore year ‒ Karen.

Karen was a multitude of conflicts. She was one of the sweetest girls you could ask for ‒ and one of the most naturally sexy ones as well. On the one hand she was a confirmed virgin who was so up-tight about sex she wouldn’t even masturbate, but on the other she had a figure I would have killed for and loved to dress in sexy clothes and skimpy bikinis. She was wonderful to be around and loved by everyone but was quite demanding as a roomie. Things had to be her way which me sleeping with something on instead of nude as I have been since I was 12. It was crazy in a way. People talk about their college years as the times they did wild things and here I was actually being less open about myself than I had ever been. Needless to say Karen never knew much about my sex life although I think she suspected I was not everything I portrayed myself as at school. She certainly never had a clue why I was so happy to spend a weekend at Brenda’s! At the end of the year we parted as close friends but she transferred to a school closer to home so I never saw her again and we didn’t stay in touch.

From what little I knew of my latest roomie, I expected Jen to be in between the two extremes I had experienced to date. She was smart and had skipped a year of grade school when she was younger so she would be a full year younger than me. She had also been a cheerleader in high school and I immediately had memories of the little bitches at my high school that made up the cheerleading squad. I certainly hoped she had put that behind her but she still seemed quite the perky one when we had talked on the phone. From her pics she had sent me I could see that she was quite pretty and even if she had not told me she had been a cheerleader I would have guessed. She just had THAT look ‒ little miss perky with the brilliant smile and glowing eyes that had every guy in school drooling over her. Hopefully that meant she wasn’t the prude that Karen had been but I realized that being so lucky as I had been with Brenda would take a small miracle.

It was move-in day and for the first time I drove myself to school in my “new” car. I should say it was my first car as it was mom’s old Avalon that she gave up to get her new BMW. It had over a hundred thousand miles on it but still ran well and was comfortable to drive. My gear was packed in the trunk and back seat so I pulled up on the curb outside the apartment. It was easy to find ‒ right across the street practically from my old dorm. I looked at the girls moving into the dorms and smiled to myself. I should have rightfully been out of there last year but there was room in the apartments for only about two-thirds of the sophomore class so a lottery was held and wouldn’t you know it but I lost. Better late than never though and I started carrying my stuff in and in the process met my new roomies. Jen hadn’t arrived yet so I got to pick out which bed and closet I wanted. I had everything in and was chatting with my other roomies when Jen and her parents showed up. They had driven in from Wisconsin where they lived in some town by a lake so it had taken them longer to get here than I did. I greeted Jen and in the process did a quick assessment. She was actually shorter than even I was at barely 5’2” and couldn’t have weighed more than 95 pounds. She was indeed the bouncy perky type but in a pleasant way. She had a great figure and a smile never seemed to leave her face. Her parents were wonderful and I noticed that the first piece of personal stuff she put in the room was a picture of her boyfriend. Later after she had moved in and said goodbye to her parents we sat down and got to know one another. Over the course of the next few weeks we grew closer and told each other more personal things during which I learned more about Jen and her boyfriend.

First of all, Jen was at least no virgin. This was actually more than just a minor confession for any girl to make at our school where sex was outright forbidden and premarital sex considered all but a mortal sin. We were both relieved to find that the other was actively having sex at home although we were totally different in that regard. Jen had not lost her virginity until the summer after her freshman year of college and since then had only had sex with a total of three boys, two of them only once. Her most recent boyfriend, Alex, was the first and only boy she had given a blowjob to. Needless to say I didn’t tell her I had had one-time sex with dozens of guys by then and a total more than 100 if you counted the faceless guys at various parties I had gone to. It was a bit funny in a way in that while I played down my sexual history it seemed she was trying to impress me with hers. Apparently once she found Mr. Right the barriers came down and they had been fucking like rabbits all summer. Needless to say, she missed Alex ‒ a lot, and it wasn’t his glowing smile she was missing already! As the weeks went by I could tell she was missing him more and more as it seemed she was getting hornier with each passing day. This worked in my favor as gradually we opened up to each other more and more in terms of discussing sex. I love to sleep nude and I can still vividly remember the shock on Karen’s face the first (and last as it turned out) time she saw me slip under the sheets with nothing on. Jen’s eyes widened a little bit but she didn’t say anything and in fact the next night I noticed she was sleeping nude as well. I smiled at her as she dropped her robe, revealing her petite nude body before quickly covering herself under her blanket. Her face reddened as she held the covers up to her chin and told me that sleeping naked was something she always wanted to do but her parents would have had a fit! After that night we didn’t say anything more about it but it was the last time either of us wore anything to bed.

I loved to chat with people on-line about sex at night and while I could never get Jen into it (none of my friends do either unfortunately) at least she didn’t interfere with me. Although she knew I was chatting a lot she never really knew about what and certainly never knew that at times I was discussing my incestuous relationships! Sometimes she would get on the phone with her boyfriend as I was chatting and it was at those times when I could tell she was missing him a LOT, and in more ways than one judging by the way she squirmed when they talked. Sometimes she would get up and take her phone to the bathroom. I would just sigh, wishing she wouldn’t feel she had to hide when she played with herself while she talked to Alex. I would have loved to have heard what she was saying to him as well!

The real breakthrough came after about a month or so of us being together. Although I tend to be a night owl, mornings have always been my peak sexual time. I seem to always wake up horny as hell, my pussy wet from whatever nasty dreams I must have been having. At home my dad stops by my room before he goes to work which helps me out but usually he doesn’t have a lot of time and I still will often masturbate even after he has fucked me. At school I am left to take care of myself ‒ literally. At first I just fingered myself quietly under the covers, trying not to wake Jen. Apparently I wasn’t totally successful because one morning when I thought she was sound asleep I must have been a little louder than I should have been when I came. Jen was on her side turned away from me but to my complete surprise I could tell from the way she was moving that she was doing herself! When she had finished she turned over and we both looked at each other and then broke out into laughter. Apparently we were both horny in the morning and each of us had been trying not to let the other know. Well, from then on we didn’t try to hide it when we played with ourselves and as we grew more comfortable with each other we got more open about it. It wasn’t like we were putting on a show for the each other but at the same time we didn’t hide it either. For me it was almost like being home where masturbation was nothing to be ashamed of and I felt free to do whatever I wanted at any time. For Jen, though it was an entirely new experience. Her mother had always told her masturbation was something “bad girls” did and so she had always been shamed when she did it but at the same time couldn’t stop herself no matter how hard she had tried. She had never masturbated, or even touched herself for that matter, in front of anyone, not even Alex and certainly never another girl. I asked her if she hadn’t done it together with any of her friends during a sleepover or anything like I had when I was in high school. Jen looked shocked when I asked as if she couldn’t believe a bunch of girls would ever even consider doing anything like that. Well, I guess they raised them pretty conservative in mid-Wisconsin!

Although Jen had never been with a girl and so far had really showed no interest in it, I have to admit that during many of our masturbation sessions while she was dreaming of Alex I was imagining being closer to her. Once we started playing in front of each other in the morning she started being more open about her feelings when she had phone sex with Alex, something that seemed to get more frequent and naughty as time went by and she got hornier for him. While she was fingering herself telling Alex how much she wanted him in her pussy I would be sitting in bed alone with my laptop, chatting with people on Yahoo! and fingering myself. I am sure she thought I did it because of the conversations I was having with my on-line friends but in reality I was imagining what it would be like to help her get herself off as she masturbated while she talked to Alex.

For the next month or so we grew more and more comfortable with each other. At first we would wake up and masturbate under the covers, each knowing what the other was doing but not really showing anything. Over time we became less inhibited. First the covers dropped to reveal our boobs and slowly moved downward with each passing day until I could see her hand between her legs while she played with her pussy. Finally, one day I had my knees up and I let the covers slip over my knees to reveal my open pussy for her to see. She looked over and saw my hand in my pussy and at first she quickly looked away, as if having seen something she shouldn’t have. Her curiosity and lust soon overcame her trepidations and she kept stealing glances back until finally she just watched. I spread my legs apart to make it easier for her to see and I was rewarded with the sight of her playing with herself even more vigorously than usual. It took a few days of this for her to follow suit but finally she allowed to see her entire nude body as she played with her clit and pussy. I love watching other people masturbate ‒ boys and girls, and it makes me even hotter to see them bring themselves to an orgasm, especially when I know it is me that is helping them get there. Knowing that I was the first to see Jen masturbate made it even more special for me and when she would cum, lifting her hips high off the bed as her back arched and her eyes were tightly shut. It made me want to just reach over and hold her tightly to me.

The two of us continued to masturbate regularly but thus far that was as far as we ever went. Although I noticed she seemed to enjoy watching me, there was never even the slightest hint that she wanted to do anything more. If anything, it seemed she just talked about fucking Alex even more once we started doing it together. Sometimes I would talk about a boyfriend or two that I had fun with back home but I never even hinted at the “special” relationships I had with my family.

So it went until it was the week of Thanksgiving break. It was a short week and everyone was waiting impatiently to go home Wednesday afternoon. Jen had tickets to fly home and from her most recent phone calls with Alex, I had a feeling Alex had better be ready for some serious sex when she got there! She was as horny as I had ever seen a girl be and was masturbating two and three times a day – at least so far as I knew. I figured if there was ever going to be a time to try to make that next step with her, this was it!

Monday morning arrived and we were both up early going at it in our respective beds. The covers were thrown back and we both were on our backs with our knees bent and spread apart to let the other see as best as possible. Neither of us had an early class on Mondays so usually on this day we would get off and then hit the bed for another hour or so of sleep to let ourselves wind down. I climaxed first as I dreamed of what I was about to do with Jen if only I could work up the courage. Jen was fingering herself with one hand while she cupped one of her small boobs with the other. I could smell the distinctive odor of her wet pussy as she stroked two fingers in and out of her. Taking in a deep breath, I released it slowly as I got out of bed, went over to hers and sat down next to her. She opened her eyes as the weight of my body tilted the mattress under her but then just closed them again as she continued without another moment of hesitation. At first I just sat there, my heart pounding as I looked at her pussy from as close a view as I had ever had. Her fingers were wet as she put one of them in her pretty pussy and then used the others to spread the wetness over her pussy lips and clit. I couldn’t help but lick my lips in anticipation as her finger moved over her swollen clit making her body convulse as the pleasure it created spread out through her. I put my hand between my legs and felt my own wet pussy, the bare skin around it slippery from my pussy juices and moaned softly as I touch my clit and felt a shiver go up and down my spine. For the next few minutes I masturbated with her on her bed, the two of us next to each other but other then the feel of her bare hips against me as I sat there, still not touching one another.

I knew that if I didn’t do something soon I would lose my courage so with my heart beating so fast I was sure she could hear it, I took my left hand and gently placed it on her upper leg, letting my fingers lightly touch her inner thigh and then slowly dragging my fingertips over her skin which was as soft and warm as I had imagined it would be. Now THAT got her attention and she opened her eyes and stopped her masturbating. I took note that she didn’t take her hand off her pussy though which was hopefully it was a good sign.

“Um, Kelly…………. what are you doing?” she asked softly, a sly grin coming to her face.  “Shhhhhh, “ I replied softly as I lifted my hand off of her, “Nothing, don’t worry… don’t let me stop you.” She closed her eyes again and soon started to finger herself again so I put my hand back on her leg again and this time she didn’t’ do anything to stop me. Encouraged, I let my hand move quicker over her silky smooth thighs, going from leg to leg but passing north of her pussy and over her belly as I did. Jen opened her eyes and looked at me as if seeing me for the first time.  “Kelly, ……. I mean really, what are you doing?” she asked but not stopping her masturbating this time. I didn’t say a word but just let my fingertips continue to lightly trace little circles as I moved my hands over her lower body. “ Kelly, you know I have never done anything with a girl before, ” she said, this time in a bit louder voice. “I’m not a lesbian!”   “Mmmmmm, don’t worry Jen, ” I said, trying to reassure her, “I’m not one either so don’t worry. I love boys but it can be fun with a girl sometimes. “

Her body seemed to loosen a bit and she giggled when my fingers passed over her side just above her hips.  “That tickles!” she giggled. I slowly moved to her stomach and made little circle around her belly button. She giggled again and twisted just a bit as she said laughingly, “Kelly! Stop tickling me!”  I grinned at her and slowly worked my hand down to the top of the short line of pubic hair she kept when she shaved her pussy. “C’mon Jen, just close you eyes and imagine it’s Alex touching you.”

Fortunately her incredible lust for Alex won out over any concerns about me and she did indeed close her eyes and resumed her masturbating. Oh my god she looked so hot! She was so small yet had such a beautiful petite figure. Her pussy scent was so much stronger this close up and I licked my dry lips in anticipation of tasting it for the first time. I knew that I still had my work cut out for myself if I was going to make THAT part of my dream come true!

I continued to slowly trace my fingers all over her body, moving from her legs to her hips (where I she was still incredibly ticklish!) over her tight little stomach and then at first just around her boobs which were so petite like the rest of her naked body. My finger tips moved in ever reduced spirals around her boobs until they were touching her pointed nipples. She gasped as I pinched them softly between my fingers, pulling on them gently. I put my finger in my mouth to get it wet and then used it to rub her nipples, the moisture lubricating her hard nipple under my fingertip.

“Ohhhhhhhhh yes, ” she moaned softly, “That feels soooo good.”  Emboldened by her response, I worked my way back to her stomach and then just touched the top of her hairline of her close-trimmed pussy hair. Jen trimmed her pubic hair but didn’t shave it off the way I did. Apparently Alex liked to play with it and so she made sure there was some for him to have fun with. I gently lifted her hand off her pussy and place it on her breast. Her wet fingers immediately started to knead her boobs while mine went back to her now empty crotch. She was soaking wet from masturbating for the past hour and probably cumming at least once or twice in that time. My finger easily slid over her clit and I felt her tense up as I started to play with it.   “Oh I don’t know about this Kelly……….I just don’t know, ” she whispered in a hoarse voice. I noticed her hips were starting to move under my fingers so whatever uneasiness she was trying to vocalize, her body was betraying her true intent. “Just imagine Alex’s big cock forcing it’s way into you, ” I said as I began to push one of my fingers just inside her swollen pussy. Even though she must have been expecting it, her hand immediately flew to her crotch on top of mine. My finger was into her pussy up to the first joint and I held it there to see what she was going to do. After a few seconds she pulled her hand back and went back to massaging her boob. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her face a mixture of emotions, lust, embarrassment and confusion all in one!

“Oh god Kelly I really don’t know what to do……. I want it so bad but it’s not right, ” she cried out as tears actually started to flow from her eyes. “I just don’t understand this, how can something so bad feel so good?” I tried to calm her but she kept babbling on saying, “I know it’s wrong to do it with a girl but yet I want you to touch me!……Oh Kelly I just don’t know what to do!”

I pushed my finger deeper into her and then started to stroke it in and out of her as if it was Alex fucking her. I leaned over and took her free nipple into my mouth and sucked on it tightly. Licking her nipple with my tongue, I whispered to in a voice husky with lust, “Tell me what you want Jen……..Tell me what you want me to do……..Please tell me.”

I went back to sucking her boob as she moaned loudly. Thank God the walls were pretty soundproof as I wouldn’t want our roomies next door to hear any of this! Jen lifted her hips up under my hand and in a throaty voice said, “Oh god Kelly, I want it, oh yes I want it!……Oh god Kelly don’t stop, do anything you want to me.” She opened her eyes then and we looked directly at each other. “Anything, ” she repeated softly and distinctly.

I knew she probably wasn’t yet to the point where she could verbalize exactly what she wanted but I knew from the away she said it what she meant. I felt a twinge in my pussy as I knew I had succeeded in my quest ‒ Jen was mine now and all I had to do was take her. It felt so incredible I almost didn’t want to go further and spoil the sense of lust and anticipation. I wondered if this was how my boyfriend felt when I gave myself to him as a virgin, when I told him it was OK to fuck me and I submitted myself to him completely. Is this how he felt when he realized that a virgin teenager was giving herself to him and letting him do anything he wanted to her? All I knew was that seeing Jen lay there, waiting for me to do whatever it was I wanted to do to her, wanting me to have my way with her, was one of the most sensuous and erotic feelings in the world!

I got up and spread her legs wide apart with my hands. She watched me intently, licking her lips and breathing heavily. I climbed onto the bed with her and kneeled between her open legs, gazing at her open wet pussy that she now was presenting to me without hesitation or shame. Leaning down, I placed my hands on the sides of her hips and reached under to hold up her tight little ass. Then, without breaking eye contact so as to maintain the spell between us, I lowered my head between her legs until I drew in a deep breath to savor the musky scent of her pussy. Then I plunged my face into her cunt and my tongue searched out her clit and ran circles around it as she gasped and arched her back. God she tasted so good! I had been wanted to taste her for so long it seemed almost like a dream that my face was finally pressed against her pussy for real, that the wetness I felt was her actual pussy juice and not my vivid imagination as I masturbated. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips and into her pussy hole as far as I could. She tasted so sweet and strong.

“Oh Kelly, ” Jen moaned, “That feels sooooooo good. Please don’t stop. No matter what I say or do, don’t stop!”  I pushed one finger into her pussy and went back to work on her clit with my tongue. She was bucking against me now and gibbering like a baby, telling me how good it felt and how much she loved it. I inserted a second finger into her and got it good and wet and then took it out. Then I did something I had never done to anyone before except myself, I pressed it against her asshole and started to push it in.

“Oh no!” she yelled at me, “Don’t touch me there…..I can’t take it, please Kelly, no!”  Well, she was the one who said don’t listen to her say NO so I didn’t. I pushed my finger further inside of her until it was to my second knuckle. It was weird, I had never felt anyone else’s asshole before and even my own was not something I touched very often. I had always thought the feeling would disgust me but with Jen it was anything but that. I could feel my fingers together, one in her pussy and one in her asshole, rubbing each other through her. My mouth was still sucking her clit when she was ready to cum.

“Cumming!” was all she could get out but man did she ever! Her pussy cum flowed over me and I felt her asshole pinch down on my finger as it violated her. Her pussy cum was delicious and I lapped it up eagerly with my tongue. God she tasted sooooooo good! She finally collapsed as her orgasm died down, exhausted from my efforts on her. I moved up and laid next to her on my side, my breast pressed against her side and one leg draped over hers. I ran my fingers up and down her body, letting just my fingernails once again trace themselves over her lightly. I let two fingers run over her breast and nipples and she gasped as her eyes were closed and she just laid there not moving a muscle. She didn’t even have the energy to close her legs back together again. I would have loved to have had her lick me in return but for now this was wonderful enough. I knew this would not be the last time we did this and I was sure she would be returning me the favor.

 

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