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August 07 The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 2
The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 2
Romping in the Glade
By Bardot1990. Listen to the
Podcast at Explicit
Novels.

Annie s new swim mate
A week later Charlie and Annie's brother Ben sat by the edge
of this same pool. Both boys were naked save for their raggedy grey shorts.
Both boys were muscular farm hands, heady with the physicality of youth. Ben
was a shade taller than Charlie, but Charlie's shoulders were wider. Rugged
forced labor had hardened the black boy and forced him into pre-mature manhood.
They were fishing. Already they'd accumulated an admirable
string of specks, bream, and even a couple of smallmouth bass.
The boys lazed along in silence, barely noticing their
fishing jiggers. Charlie rolled some tobacco and lit it. He took several drags,
then passed the stogie to Ben, who repeated the process.
Suddenly Ben's pole jumped. He grabbed it quickly and
snatched another fat speck from the water.
"Dat's a nice one," noted Charlie.
Ben grinned. "That's eight to your five. I told you I
was hot today!"
Ben bent his hook out of the fish's jaws. He ran the
connected string of prior captives through the new fish's gills and out its
mouth. Then he tossed the string of gasping fish back into the water at their
feet.
The boys sat in silence for a time. They knew each other
well. They'd hunted and played together since early childhood. They'd shared
any number of heaving pubic scalps. They'd also shared each other's deepest
secrets.
But Charlie had one secret he hadn't shared with Ben. He
didn't know how Ben would react to the knowledge that he had boned Annette,
Ben's younger sister, although Ben was aware that Charlie had bedded several
local white girls. Indeed, Ben had shared some of his own conquests with
Charlie, and vice versa.
It was a hot Louisiana summer day, stiflingly hot. Ben
leaned casually against a huge oak tree and held his fishing pole against his
hip. Charlie sat closer to the pool, allowing his feet to dangle in the water.
They had several cane poles propped up over various trees and rocks.
After some minutes of boredom, Ben casually unclasped his
pants and pulled out his cock. He let it flop against his leg and
regarded it casually. It was heavy and uncircumcised, protruding from a thick
shock of red pubic hair.
Charlie watched him, suppressing a knowing smile.
The white boy began to stroke his shaft slowly. He wiped
some salty sweat from his cheeks, using it for lubrication.
"Dang, it's hot today!" he observed, as his cock
expanded and lengthened.
Charlie didn't respond. Instead, he unbuttoned his own pants
and pulled out his own cock. He mimicked Ben's masturbatory moves. In
short order both boys were spectacularly erect.
They masturbated slowly, almost as an afterthought. They
still held fishing poles delicately in one hand while stroking themselves with
the other. There was no embarrassment on either part. This was a regular ritual
of their fishing dates. On some occasions a fish would hook itself during their
masturbatory ablutions. The boys would simply pause to reel the captive in and
then sit back down to continue stroking. Sometimes this ritual went on for
hours.
Ben broke the silence.
"Annie tells me she did it to you the other day."
Charlie was shocked speechless.
"She said she tapped dat ass," Ben continued
nonchalantly.
Charlie didn't respond, but he stopped stroking his cock.
His erection began to flag.
"You better be careful. If daddy finds out, he'll have
your hide."
Charlie was relieved.
"If you ain't tell him he won't find out."
Ben laughed. "If I tell him, you'll tell him that I've
been tapping Annie's ass since I was twelve! He'll whip my ass, too!"
Both boys laughed. They both also knew that Ben's punishment
would pale in comparison to Charlie's punishment. Ben's casualness cut the
tension some. Charlie had been worried that Ben might not take the news well.
"Well, I was out here by myself 'n she jumped in ass
nekkid. What wuz I 'posed to do?" Charlie explained.
"I don't blame you. That's some good pussy, ain't
it?"
"An' it's deep, too!"
Both boys guffawed at this ancient sexual reference. Charlie's
cock re-hardened. The boys began to stroke themselves with renewed vigor.
After a time, Charlie dropped his fishing pole, shifted his cock
to his right hand and stood up. Ben followed suit. Both boys bent a little at
the knees and pointed their erect cocks out over the water. They jacked
off with enthusiasm now, in full competition mode. Charlie was on the brink.
"You ready?" he asked breathlessly.
"Almost, " replied Ben, "Hold on a second,
"
Charlie slowed down to wait for Ben to catch up.
Suddenly, they heard a giggle coming from the bushes across
the spring.
"Hey!"
More giggling and now some thrashing through the underbrush
as the spies turned to race away.
Charlie and Ben launched themselves into the water while
still fully erect. They left their trousers on the bank. In a flash they were
pulling themselves up on the far bank, just in time to see the two spies racing
for the wooded path. The boys took an angle along the stream while the spies
struggled through the woods.
It was Annie and Tilly. (Tilly was Charlie's cousin)
The girls were barefoot, stumbling over rocks and fallen
branches, laughing uncontrollably. When they saw that Ben and Charlie were
going to cut them off, they stopped running but continued to laugh
hysterically. Tilly mimicked the boys' masturbatory stance, jerking her left
hand in the air like a piston. This move elicited another round of shrieking
laughter from the girls. Annie fell on the ground and threw her legs in the air
in delight. She pounded the ground with her fists.
"I told you they were out here pounding the pud!"
"You started laughing too soon. I wanted to see them
shoot!"
Ben and Charlie were upon them now, still naked, picking
their way thru the bushes.
"Who told y'all to come out here?" Ben demanded.
"Nobody told us nothing. We seen you when you snuck
off!" retorted Tilly.
The boys were breathless from their pursuit. Their
cocks were still thick but not fully erect.
"Look at those puny things!" laughed Tilly.
She mocked the male masturbation act again. Annie, who'd
been sitting on the ground, rolled to her back again in laughter. Charlie could
see she had no drawers on. Both girls wore long white cotton shifts and nothing
else.
"Puny?" laughed Ben, faking outrage. "I'll
show you puny!"
He charged after Tilly and caught her after a short chase.
Charlie knew that Tilly wasn't trying too hard. Tilly was fast. She could smoke
everybody on the farm in a footrace, present company included. She could have
easily out-distanced Ben if she'd wanted.
Ben grabbed her and carried her like a sack of wheat across
his waist. Tilly acted as if she was struggling to get away, but again Charlie
noted that she wasn't struggling too hard. Tilly could fight, too, when it was
necessary. Charlie reached down and snatched Annie up and slung her across his
shoulder. She was too big to carry on his hip. Annie was still laughing. She
didn't resist.
The boys carried Annie and Tilly back to the edge of the
spring.
"You think it's funny to spy on people, huh? You think
it's funny?"
Ben hoisted Tilly above his head and threw her into the
spring. She popped up immediately. The cold water pasted her white shift
against the contours of her body. Her full tits and her pubic mound were
outlined perfectly.
Now Charlie handed Annie to Ben. He took her ankles while
Charlie took her wrists. They swung her back and forth.
"Ah-one and ah-two and here, we, go!"
They flung Annie out into the deep water. She popped up
immediately and frog-kicked her way back to the bank.
Meanwhile, Tilly emerged from the water, drenched and
dripping. She moved as if to assist Annie, but the boys grabbed her as soon as
Annie hit the water. Ben snatched her feet, Charlie grabbed her wrists and they
launched her in a high arc out into the spring. She did a somersault and landed
face first.
Seeing this, Annie backpedaled. She wanted to continue to
play, but not on these uneven terms. She backstroked to the other side of the
spring. Tilly followed.
Ben and Charlie dove in after them, caught them on the other
side, and proceeded to try to throw the girls in again. This time Tilly fought
back with some energy. She also interfered when the boys sought to gang up on
Annie. The struggle devolved into a wrestling match with Ben against Annie and
Charlie struggling to contain Tilly.
Predictably, as they rolled in the soft grass at the edge of
the pool, both boys regained their prior erections. Charlie realized it first.
Holding Tilly from behind to keep her from escaping, Charlie suddenly reached
down and ripped Tilly's shift over her head. Both of them stood naked on the
sward. He held her shift above his head as she jumped and yelped for its
return.
Seeing this, Ben tried to perform the same maneuver on
Annie. She fought gamely to retain her garment. In the end, her shift ripped
partially and Annie gave it up to keep it from ripping entirely.
Now the four of them stood naked on the bank.
"Gimme back my shift, Charlie," said Tilly.
Charlie grinned.
"Gimme some punani and I'll give it back to you."
Both Ben and Annie laughed. Ben chimed in.
"Yeh, give us some pussy. You owe it to us for spying
on us."
"I ain't giving y'all shit. 'N neither is Annie,"
sniffed Tilly.
"Then walk yo' ass back to de house ass nekkid!"
laughed Charlie.
This response created another struggle as the girls renewed their
efforts to regain their clothing. The boys played keep away, ducking and
dodging the girls' retrieval efforts.
Tilly pulled Annie aside and whispered in her ear.
Afterwards, the girls made one last halfhearted effort to get their clothes.
Then they bolted over to the fishing poles and grabbed the boys' trousers.
"That's okay," said Annie. "We'll get home in
these!"
Ben and Charlie saw that they'd been duped. They advanced on
the girls. Tilly and Annie stood their ground. Both girls squatted over the pants.
"You come one step closer and I'm peeing on these
pants," threatened Annie.
Both girls giggled. They had the upper hand.
Or so they thought.
The boys charged them. Before long all four teenagers were
again swimming across the pool, garments in hand. They obtained the far shore
and erupted again into another splash war and a water-wrestling match. Finally,
the four of them emerged from the pool exhausted and tousled. They pushed each
other to the ground and lay there, breathing heavily.
After some minutes, Ben hitched himself up with a smile.
"So. How about that pussy?"
Both girls were lying naked on the grass with their legs
partially open.
"Seems to me like the two of you got better punani in
yo' palms than we got between our legs." observed Tilly dryly. Both girls
broke up laughing.
"Yeh!" Annie interrupted. "If you let us
watch you jack it up right here, right now, you can get some pussy. But you
gotta get it hard in 20 seconds. Right, Tilly?"
"Right," said Tilly.
"You mean you'll give us some pussy right here, right
now if we can get it up in 20 seconds?"
"Seventeen seconds, now," laughed Tilly.
Ben and Charlie began to stroke themselves furiously as the
girls watched in fascination.
All too soon, Tilly yelled, "Times up!"
But before they could get up and run again the boys grabbed
them. Another wrestling match ensued.
This time, however, the girls took pity on the boys. As they
rolled along the grassy bank, they pressed they furry mounds against the boys'
semi-erect cocks to help them become fully hard.
Then, almost as if they'd planned it, both girls abandoned
their wrestling postures. Both girls rolled to their backs and raised their
knees so that their pussies were open.
Tilly looked at Charlie, whom she'd wrestled into a position
astride her. The base of his cock pressed against her twat. Its shrouded helmet
sprang up above her navel.
"That's not it," she teased.
Charlie withdrew, fully expecting her to clamp her legs
together and roll away. She did not. Charlie pointed his cock into the
pinkness between the black, springy hairs of her labia and lunged into her punani
mound with one stroke. Tilly sighed.
Ben and Annie watched the two blacks with interest. They
looked at each other.
"Well?" said Annie.
Ben rose up off her body. Annie reached down and gave his
cock a couple of sensual masturbatory tugs. Then she arched her pussy up
to receive him. As she felt him broach the entrance to her pussy, she sucked
his cock expertly inside. She knew his cock well.
The two girls opened their thighs widely. They were close
enough so that their toes touched. Meanwhile, Ben and Charlie were working it
out inside their pussies. The boys grinned at each other as they powered
strokes inside feminine warmth. Unlike the slow, almost tender techniques they
used when having sex alone, this public sex was quick, almost violent. The boys
synched up, thrusting and withdrawing in rhythm. They accentuated each thrust
with an emphatic "Ha!"
They were showing off.
The girls didn't complain. They arched up on their shoulder
blades to receive the thrusts, hips clear of the ground. They grunted
gutturally as the boys smashed into their cunts. Tilly closed her eyes,
groaning in delight as Charlie pounded her. But Annie liked to watch a cock
moving inside her. She watched Ben's urgent thrusting down the crest of her
torso. Watching her labia ebb, widen and strain accentuated her arousal.
After some minutes of this, Ben reached over and tapped
Charlie on the shoulder.
"Hey, buddy. You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Ben had never fucked Tilly. She was one of the few black
girls in the neighborhood that he hadn't fucked. He wanted to give her a try.
Tilly was almost ready to come. She wasn't ready for Charlie
to withdraw. In another twenty seconds or so she would be there.
Charlie pulled out.
"Oh Charlie! What are you doing!"
Tilly's eyes had been closed. She didn't realize that the
boys were going to swap.
So when she looked up from her erotic haze and saw the white
boy standing over her with an erect cock and a lustful glare, her first thought
was "What is this?"
Her second thought was "Dang! His cock is thick!"
Ben wasted no time in slipping his purple cock tip into
Tilly's open pink cooze. Ben scooped her head into the crook of his elbow and
began to pummel her punani enthusiastically. He already knew Annie's pussy
well, so he was nowhere near climax when he mounted Tilly.
Tilly's punani was new punani. Her scent and the curvature
of her vagina were new sensations for him. Ben quickly reached Tilly's level of
arousal.
Unlike Charlie, Ben could fit his entire cock into Tilly.
When he finished each stroke he could grind his public mound against her
engorged clit. Tilly's eyes widened as she felt Ben's kinky pubic hair
stimulating her small, erect sex organ. With Charlie, she had to stretch to rub
her clit against his shaft as he moved in and out. Charlie's cock was so long
he could never put pubic pressure on her clit. But with Ben, she got to ride
his shaft and got a good pubic grind in, too. The grind was good! Plus, Ben's
cock was a "fattie". It was thick enough to make her feel
"full".
After a few minutes of standard in and out, missionary
position sex, Tilly grabbed Ben's buns. She held him tightly inside her so that
her clit pressed tightly against his pubic mound. She rotated her punani
obscenely and rippled her twat muscles to suck at his cock. She arched her clit
to receive stimulation from his pubic hair and pressure from his pubic mound.
Ben erupted inside her. Tilly literally screamed in ecstasy
as she felt him spurt and quake deep in her hole. She convulsed in orgasmic
delight. She intertwined her ankles with his to stretch his body as if impaled
on a torture rack. Ben pumped blob after blob of hot semen into her.
As they skittered down from this shattering orgasm, Ben
pulled his now semi-erect member from between her legs and moved it up to her
mouth. Tilly obediently licked and sucked jizz from his shaft and testicles.
Amazingly, Ben had enough strength to manage a final weak spurt of cum. It hit
Tilly in the eyebrow.
Slowly Ben and Tilly became more aware of their
surroundings. They heard a rhythmic slapping and looked over to see Charlie
mounted over Annie from the rear. The two teens were standing up. Annie bent
forward a little to grasp a tree stump. Charlie held her by the waist and was
driving long, deep strokes into her pink hole from behind. The rhythmic
slapping was the sound of his balls smacking against Annie's sticky vulva. Her
eyes were closed. Annie's whole body was tense. Clearly, she was on the verge
of climax.
Tilly was fascinated. She'd been fucked from behind, but
she'd never seen it done. She'd also never seen a black man fuck a white woman
before. She noticed that Ben seemed fascinated by this coupling, too.
Tilly reached down and wiped a large blob of Ben's semen
from her inner thigh. She drew it up to her nose and smelled it discreetly. She
tasted it. It tasted like paste. Ben's smell was unique. He smelled like spring
water, sweat, wet hair and white man. She was well familiar with the odor.
Ben was still lying on his side in the grass with his cock
before her. She took it into her mouth again to try to suck the last vestiges
of cum from his member. She didn't realize how powerful the sound of mating
couples could be. Ben's cock, limp just seconds before, began to fill and
thicken at the sound of his sister's mating cries.
Annie came. She crooned the arrival her climax with a series
of screeching "Ohs!" as she arched her ass up and down on Charlie's
thrusting cock. Tilly watched this with interest as Ben's member hardened again
in her mouth. Charlie wasn't ready to come, she could tell. Charlie's nostrils
always started flaring uncontrollably when he was ready to come. His muscles
convulsed and quivered. It was clear that Charlie was in control of Annie's
pussy. At least, he was in control right now.
Annie continued to coo and shiver as she loudly announced
her orgasm. Her body convulsed rhythmically and involuntarily. She drew breath
in staggering gasps. Charlie continued to churn inside her. He tried to time
his pelvic assault with her orgasmic convulsions.
As the seconds dragged on, however, Annie's muscular spasms
slackened some. The interval between her moans and her contractions eased.
Charlie was still fully erect, though. He pulled his cock from between her
thighs, noting the angry red coloration of her scorched labia. Charlie gently
pushed Annie to her knees. Annie looked at her brother, but he wasn't paying
attention. With some trepidation, she took Charlie's massive pole in her mouth
and began to suck. Annie immediately noted his acrid sexual odor in her
nostrils. Charlie's cock not only smelled like black cock, but it was coated in
her own pussy juice and crested with the piquant smell of her ass. Charlie's
cock was funky.
Charlie held his cock by its base with one hand. He gripped
the back of Annie's head with the other and encouraged her to swallow more and
more of his cock. Annie seemed reticent. She still wondered how her brother
would react to the sight of her kneeling before a black boy.
"That ain't how you suck no cock! Let me show you how
to suck a cock, Annie!" exclaimed Tilly.
She released Ben's cock and hopped up happily. Annie was
amazed and a little chagrined at her effrontery. She could suck a cock with the
best of them! Still, Annie moved aside and allowed Tilly to take Charlie's cock
in her mouth. Instead of dropping to her knees, Tilly bent at the waist to suck
Charlie's cock. She gripped his hips to steady herself
34 min
August 06 The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 1
The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 1
Southern Interracial Trysts on the plantation.
By Bardot1990. Listen to the
Podcast at Explicit
Novels.

Annie s new swim mate
Annette peered cautiously thru the bushes. The young blonde
paused, carefully placing each step. She was barefoot and she didn't want to
roust any critters. Though she knew this path well it always paid to be
watchful.
She heard a splash nearby and knew it for what it was. It
was Charlie, her brother's black friend and fishing partner. He was swimming
alone in the pool. She steeled her nerves to set herself. This is it. One last
look up the trail,
The black boy swam joyously in the spring. He was a slave.
He'd sneaked away from the house, as was his custom, on the premise of going to
chop some wood. Then he'd made a beeline for his favorite water hole and taken
an hour for himself.
He heard Annette's song before she came around the bend in
the creek, just as she'd planned.
Dressed only in a white shift that came down to her knees,
Annette knew what she would find at the spring: ripples. Charlie was gone like
a ghost. He couldn't afford to be caught swimming at midday on a workday.
But Annette knew where he was. She'd spied on him for weeks.
She'd watched his ablutions from a hidden vantage point, watched the clear
water cascading over his muscular frame as he swam. She'd watched him step
naked from the pool, marveling at the size and girth of his cock, even in cold
water. She knew that towards the end of his hour he would step out of the pool,
have a leisurely smoke and then slowly masturbate, pumping himself faster and
faster by degrees until he reached climax. At the moment of release he would
stand up and see how far his ejaculate would fly. On good days he could get a
5-foot pop.
Occasionally her brother Ben would meet Charlie at the pool.
The two boys were the same age and had grown up together. And while Charlie was
technically Ben's slave, the boys were good friends. On several occasions
Annette had spied them masturbating for distance and laughed about it
afterwards. Charlie invariably won, but not by much. Ben had an admirable cock
of his own.
Now Annette feigned caution as she stepped gingerly up to
the pool. She knew Charlie could see her. She wanted him to think she sought
solitude. She looked back up the trail to see if anyone was coming (though she
knew no one was). She craned her neck to peer into each crevice and cranny of
the woods surrounding the pool.
Satisfied that no one was around, Annette shed her shift and
stood naked on the bank. She folded her shift smartly and laid it neatly under
a tree. Then she stood up and stretched like a great jungle cat. She preened on
her toes and bowed her legs like a ballerina. Her pendulous tits swayed with
her movements, making her seem unsteady. But she knew what she was doing. She
cupped both tits and turned them upwards toward her face. The pink nipples were
perfectly shaped. She felt a tingle of delight and a deep warmth in her groin.
Now she moved her right hand down to her mound of silky blonde pubic hair to
caress her clitoris ever so gently. She slid the length of her middle finger
over that sensitive member. She felt it spring to life under her touch. It
protruded from her pubic mound like a small, budding cock.
Partially aroused, Annette stepped into the spring. The cold-water
shock cooled her ardor some. She waded out until the water reached her hips.
Then she struck out gamely into a standard stroke. She swam completely across
the clear pool, stood up and swam back.
She knew that Charlie was underwater somewhere, sucking on a
reed for oxygen. She knew the boys' tricks. Annette had always been Ben's
annoying younger sister, prying into the their antics, tattle taling and trying
to get their attention. Now she'd grown into a voluptuous young woman. She
wanted a different type of attention.
Annette knew this spring well. She'd grown up here. It
wasn't hard for her to spot Charlie's air reed or the dark spot beneath the
clear water where none ought be. She struck out across the pool again, this
time moving in Charlie's direction. She crossed the deep channel and stood up
about ten feet from Charlie's hiding spot. She stood up on the gravelly bottom
of the pool so that her tits and part of her pubic mound were exposed. Then she
threw her head back and wringed the water out of her hair like a mop.
Charlie stood up.
Instantly, Annette's hands flew up to cover her tits and her
groin, after the Aphrodite fashion.
"What are you doing here, Charlie!" she declared
disingenuously.
The boy laughed. "That ain't the question, Miss Annette.
What are you doing here, runnin' 'round with your cooch are all out? I'm gon'
tell Ben."
"Oh you didn't see that! You're not supposed to see
that!" And she splashed away back across the pool.
Charlie took off after her. When they reached the shallows
again both teenagers stood up and began splashing each other like children.
Charlie used both hands, but Annette still feigned modesty. She splashed with
one hand while covering her tits with the other.
Finally, she shrieked, "You win! You win!" Then she
hunkered down on her haunches so that the water reached her neck and covered
the rest of her body in a thin veil of liquid crystal. Charlie stood over her
smiling widely. At nineteen, he was only a year older than Annette. They'd
grown up together, albeit on different sides of the nineteenth century social
divide. This was not their first splash fight at this spring.
"If you tell about seein' my cooch, I'll tell about you
being here. You're supposed to be off chopping wood," Annie teased.
"You won't tell," Charlie retorted confidently.
"Yes, I will. I ain't a-skeered of you, Charlie."
She turned from him and swam away leisurely. Charlie
followed her, grabbed her by the foot, and threw her over so that she did a
full somersault in the water.
"Hey!" she said.
This move resulted in another splash war, this one longer
than the first.
"Cut it out, Charlie. I ain't playin' wit' you! Cut it
out!"
She swam away again. This time she arched her ass out of the
water so that Charlie could see the full cut of her vulva.
When she surfaced a few feet away, Charlie said, "I
seen your cooch again."
Annette replied flippantly: "So? You wouldn't know what
to do with it if you had it. I seen your peter rabbit a bunch of times. I seen
you out here whackin' your pecker. You and Ben, both!"
She laughed girlishly.
Charlie charged after her. She shrieked and tried to swim
away, but Charlie was faster. He grabbed her by the foot again, but this time
he drew her to him. He grabbed her around the waist with his right arm and
controlled her left wrist with his left hand.
"What did you say? What did you say?"
He wasn't hurting her. She laughed.
"I said I see'd you whacking your pecker. This
thing."
Annie reached back and grabbed him by the base of his cock.
She felt it flop against her forearm. She was again amazed at its heft and
girth. At her touch it began to lengthen and harden up the line of her wrist.
Charlie was shocked. This was little Annette, Ben's baby
sister, a white girl no less, standing here holding his cock. Charlie released
his grip on Annette's waist. Annie didn't release his cock in turn. She turned
to look him in his eyes.
"I seen you do it. Like this."
She gripped his nuts with her other hand and stroked him
fully erect in a matter of seconds. She pulled his bountiful foreskin back and
forth across the rounded head of his cock as she had seen him do, using quick,
back and forth jerks of her wrist.
The effect was spectacular. Charlie's member sprang upward
and outward, a full 12 inches from his kinky pubic mound. The angular ridges of
Charlie's lithe, muscular abdomen tightened and flexed as blood rushed into his
cock.
When he was fully aroused, Annette said casually, "But,
like I said, you wouldn't know what to do with it."
She swam away from him again.
Charlie sprang after her, this time with some difficulty.
His erect cock swung back and forth comically, making his movements seem
strained and awkward.
Annette allowed herself to be caught just as she was
entering the deep water. She arched her behind out of the water again so that
Charlie could get a closer view of her hairy labia and the golden pink cleft in
between. Charlie grabbed both her ankles and drew her back towards him in the
shallow water, parting her legs as she came. Annette looked over her shoulder
at him with feigned surprise. She fanned her arms like paddles in order to stay
afloat.
When she didn't fight, Charlie drew her back closer and
closer until his erect cock was touching her cunny. He pulled her gently
closer, attempting to gauge her interest in penetration. His cock slid up
between her cheeks and bounced off her apple-shaped buttocks.
Annette looked over her shoulder and giggled.
"I told you that you wouldn't know what to do with
it," she mocked. She wiggled away.
Charlie waded after her, caught her and tried the same
maneuver. Same result. Annette taunted him giddily. Again, she arched her ass
out of the water to show him the cut of her cunny, but this time she rotated
her behind sensuously like a bee, to tease him.
Charlie wasn't any stranger to women. Still in his teens,
Charlie hadn't been a virgin since the age of 11. A number of grown women had
noted his fine features, rangy musculature, clear skin and the bulge in his
trousers. This young white girl was taunting him. It was maddening.
Charlie waded after Annette again. This time he grabbed her
by the hips and arched her ass out of the water so that her vagina was again
exposed. She didn't fight him. With her ass already up in the air, Annette
leaned forward and parted her legs a bit to give him a better view.
This time Charlie slid his cock downward between her ass
cheeks until his straining member was positioned at the opening to Annette's
twat. Using his thumb as a guide, Charlie pressed her labia apart. His cock
slid easily up into her warm cunny. The silky blonde pubic hairs tickled him
deliciously as they followed his shaft into her golden-pink slit.
Annette's eyes widened in shock as she felt Charlie's heavy cock
moving deeper into her cooze. She stood on her tiptoes to further accommodate
him. Four inches deep. Six inches. Nine.
At ten inches Annette felt full. She felt his thick helmet
pressing firmly against her cervix, felt her labia straining wide to engulf
more of his massive cock.
Standing behind her, Charlie watched Annette's cunny tremble
under the heft of his tremendous cock. Her cunny lips jerked and clenched
involuntarily. She drew breath in gasps, as if being choked.
Charlie held her in place with his cock as deep as it would
go. When Annette tried to initiate a natural humping action Charlie held her
tighter. He refused to start thrusting into her Instead, he contracted his
pelvic muscles to pulse his cock rhythmically, all the while holding it tightly
jammed against the back of her cunny.
After a few moments of this sort of teasing, Charlie reached
his hand around from behind to caress her vulva. He stroked her clitoris
roughly with his middle finger. Annette slapped his hand away. She knew how to
masturbate a good clit better than he. She began to stroke her own clitoris,
seeking to elicit friction by pressing it against Charlie's shaft.
They stood there connected at the genitals for several
moments without moving. Both teens were shocked that they were actually 'doing
it'.
Finally, Charlie reached up to cup both her tits with his
hands. He withdrew slowly until he was halfway out of her cunny, then powered
his cock back into her hole with a jackhammer thrust. Annette gasped. Charlie
repeated the move. Each time he withdrew a little further. Each time his return
thrust was a little harder and a little faster. Slow out. Fast in. Annette
picked up the rhythm. Charlie watched from the rear mount position as his
powerful cock cruised in and out of Annette's cunny. He could see her labia
expand and contract with each thrust. He saw his withdrawals pull her hairy
mound further and further from its position of safety between her legs, saw it
quiver in anticipation of his next thrust, heard the spring water splashing
rhythmically in concert with his insistent insertions.
Charlie arched his back for maximum effect. He pulled his
cock almost completely out of her cunny and fired back in wantonly with the
return stroke.
Annette loved it.
The two teens strained against each other like this for five
long, agonizing minutes. Charlie massaged her tits furiously while driving into
her. The cold water splashed upward to provide a sparkling dichotomy to their
heated lust.
After a time Annette could feel Charlie's breathing become
more strained, fervent. His moans became prolonged, with a deeper timbre. She
knew what that meant. Annette pushed him delicately in the chest. It was a
declination. She tried to arch her cunny off his straining cock. Charlie didn't
take the hint. He was insistent.
"Charlie, stop it! You can't come inside me!"
She gave a little hop, releasing his lever from her cunny.
Charlie still gripped her by the tits. Though she hadn't climaxed, she pushed
away from his embrace.
"What's the matter?" he asked breathlessly.
"You know what's the matter. You can't come inside me.
I'll get in trouble. You ll get in trouble. How would I look with a mix-race
pickanninny?"
"You might not get big. Come on, Annie, lets
finish," Charlie whimpered breathlessly.
"How do you know?" she asked.
His cock was still massively erect. It stood between them
like a wild thing, seeking the warmth between her legs. There was no doubt that
Annette wanted to finish, too. She was almost there. She knew that her words
made sense. A white girl pregnant with a black child in Louisiana didn't have
any future. But at least she'd be alive. Charlie would be killed. She didn't
want that.
Annette waded out of the water. She turned to face Charlie
from the grassy bank.
"You know you're not supposed to be touching a white
girl anyway" she chided him.
But there wasn't any conviction in her words. His hugely
engorged organ was still straining between them. Too, their sex had been better
than she'd expected. She really wanted to climax with his cock inside her.
Annie's own extraordinarily sized clitoris poked visibly from beneath its
sheath, indicating the depth of her arousal.
Annette sat down next to her shift as Charlie stepped from
the spring. She regarded him with a twinge of regret.
"Look Charlie, if I show you something you can't tell
anybody, okay?"
Charlie was willing to try anything. She called him over.
When he was standing over her, she gently cupped his balls with her fingertips.
Then she guided his cock into her mouth. She circumlocuted his cock with her tongue,
paying special attention to the sensitive nerves on the underside of his
pudenda. Then she began to gently suck him, bobbing her head up and down. She
pulled her blonde tresses back so that Charlie might watch her efforts more
clearly. She gazed up into his eyes confidently.
In less than a minute, Charlie erupted in her mouth.
Annette sucked down as much cum as she could as quickly as
she could. She didn't want Charlie to lose his tumescence.
When she felt she'd drawn most of his load, Annette reached
over and spread her shift across the grass. She lay back on it, then raised and
opened her legs.
"Put it in, Charlie. Put it in before it gets
soft."
Charlie willingly obliged. Her cunny was still wet. He knelt
between her legs and placed the purpled head of his partially engorged cock
against her clit. He rubbed the sensitive underside over and around her smaller
sex organ. Annette moaned in anticipation. She endured as much of this teasing
as she could. Finally she reached down to pry his hand from his cock. She
gripped his cock resolutely and pointed it into her own wet, turgid flesh. She
watched as his black cock disappeared into her pink cunny.
Charlie mounted her in the dominant missionary position with
his arms supporting his upper body from the grass. He began to pound her with
quick strokes, trying to regain his full erection. It didn't take long. Annette
was able to engulf his recently milked cock, but as he regained his power she
was able to take less and less of him. Having climaxed a short time before,
Charlie's cock was less sensitive, too. He began to punish her cunny with long,
scimitar strokes.
This is what Annette wanted all along. Doggie style,
Annette's clit didn't get the attention it needed. But with Charlie arching
into her from above she was able to ride the crest of his shaft as it slammed
in and out of her sticky cunny.
This was heaven. Oh, it was absolute heaven.
Annie arched up on her shoulder blades to receive his
strokes. She clinched her cunny lips together to provide him with maximum
friction each time he withdrew. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper
lip as she fought to temper her own orgasm.
They assaulted each other in this manner for several
minutes. Charlie caught Annette's lambent gaze and locked her eyes with his as
he probed every inch of her slippery, pink cunny. He felt the firm but smooth,
bumpy ridges in her deep vagina as he slid back and forth, felt her warm cunny
walls caressing and tugging at his thick foreskin, laving him with her
naturally aromatic lubricants.
Annette was amazed at the wealth of sensations she elicited
from the feel of Charlie's shaggy foreskin moving inside her. His cock was
thick enough, but his rugged foreskin provided her with enormous pleasure. It
was pliable and rangy and it added indescribably rich friction to her inner cunny
walls. She concentrated on sucking at it with her powerful vaginal muscles.
Each time she contracted her cunny, both of them moaned in delight.
Now fully erect, two inches of Charlie's massive member still
stood out from Annette's cunny. Try as she might, she couldn't get his whole
cock inside her.
"She took the ten but left the two."
From her supine position beneath, she looked down between
her tits to watch as Charlie arched and preened inside her. His cock looked
like a black lever with thick veins encircling his shaft in bold relief. She
watched her golden mound expand and rotate to accommodate his surging thrusts.
"God, it's so big!" she thought. "If he
stands up, I think he can support my whole body!"
But Charlie wasn't thinking about standing up. He
manipulated Annette's knees up until they brushed against her tits. Then he
cupped Annette's head in the crook of his elbow and jammed his tongue in her
ear. His tongue was hot and rough. Charlie tugged at Annette's earlobes with
his teeth while he slowly ground his cock in and out of her cunny. The
sensation was ethereal.
Annette whispered harshly, "Fuck me! Oh fuck me its so
good! Go deep deep deep deeper! Oh that s it! Fuck Me!"
Her visceral sexual comments transmuted, by degrees, into a
long, guttural groan.
She rotated her hips obscenely, ever faster, causing his
massive organ to plumb every crevice of her moistened slit. She would do a
triple rotation, a tight muscular contraction and then four or five arching
hits so that Charlie punished her cervix with his long, deep thrusts.
The two teens began to sweat salty rivulets.
Finally Annette could take it no longer. She signaled the
onset of her climax with a series of high-pitched "Ohs!"
Then she rolled over into a position astride Charlie. His
cock popped out because of her haste, but only for a second. Annette grabbed
his cock roughly, positioned it again at her opening, and slammed down on it as
far as it would go. She grinded her clitoris as best she could against his
kinky pubic mound. The sensation drove her into paroxysms of pleasure. Her
whole body tightened up like a rubber band, then exploded in a series of
involuntary jerks, accompanied by her deeply sexual moans. It was hot outside.
As her orgasm overcame her, the two were suddenly engulfed in the pungent odor
of their coupling.
Annette skittered down from her crashing climax, only to
realize that Charlie was still fully erect inside her. He
41 min
August 04 Marooned, With Daisy
Young Daisy is stranded on an island with five men.
Based on a post by Elsie Thompson. Listen to the ►Podcast at My First Time.

The Cessna 1 80 came down hard, somewhere on the Polynesian waters; the waves causing it to buck and pitch. The landing might have been successful had not a pontoon brushed against an unseen outcrop of coral just below the water's surface. The airplane lurched onto its side, perching on the coral and rocking unsteadily.
"We have to get out of here now," shouted the pilot, whose name was Gaston, as he attempted to open the door. One of the passengers helped him. The pilot climbed out of the leaning aircraft and reached down into the cockpit and helped Daisy first and then each of the four male passengers climb out. "Jump into the water," he said. "The plane is going to tip." Daisy and the men jumped clear of the aircraft into the deep water surrounding the coral head. The pilot was the last to jump and when he did, the airplane tumbled over, ending upside down in the water and slowly sinking until only one wingtip was exposed.
"Can everyone swim?" asked Gaston of his five passengers floating in the water. After a chorus of affirmatives, he turned around to survey the nearby island. "The beach is 200 meters away. Can you make it? Kick off your shoes. And maybe your clothes."
The six people began to swim, shedding water-logged clothing and shoes as the difficulty of making progress in the heavy swells became apparent. Daisy was a strong swimmer. She suppressed a feeling of panic but remained close to the group to ensure that nobody needed help. When she made it to the beach all the men were there, lying exhausted on the sand. She made a point of walking out of the water onto the sand, but she was breathing hard.
One of the men sat up, looked at Gaston and said sarcastically, "Nice job, We get a bonus today. A visit to an island not on our itinerary." He extended his hand to Daisy who was standing beside him. "Hi. I'm Ben."
She took his hand. "I'm Daisy." She was suddenly conscious that she was wearing only a stretch bra and panties and they were wet and transparent, leaving little to the imagination.
"I'm thirsty," said another man, getting to his feet. He looked at Daisy and they shook hands. "I'm Sam. Do you suppose there's any water on this island?"
"That could be a problem," she answered. She turned to Gaston who was sitting on the sand. "How long are we going to be here?"
"I don't know. We're not on the usual flight paths." He spoke English with a French accent.
"They'll look for us when we don't arrive. Won't they?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" Sam interjected incredulously. "Surely they will. You filed a flight plan? Didn't you?"
"No."
"You didn't? You fucking idiot. Nobody knows about this flight?"
"Nobody."
"Why? Are you a drug smuggler earning a little extra money taking on passengers?"
"I didn't file a flight plan. Leave it at that."
A balding Douglas got up from the sand, and stood nose to nose with the pilot. "Do you mean that nobody knows where we are? We could be here for months!" He extended a hand to Daisy. "I'm Douglas. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Even in these circumstances." He smiled. Daisy took his hand. He sounded like he was English.
The fourth of the passengers stood up and shook hands with Daisy. He was youthful, handsome, long-haired and about nineteen years old, her age, and his name was Kevin. He spoke with an American accent. "Ben, Sam, Douglas, Kevin, and the pilot, Gaston." She reviewed the names in her head.
All four male passengers and Daisy were now standing in a circle, the men shouting at the pilot, Gaston, who responded with a Gallic shrug.
Ben sat down on the sand. "We need to find some water." He was handsome and in his mid-thirties.
"Let's move into the shade and see if we can figure this out," said Douglas, the eldest of the group. He had the air, even clothed only in underpants, of prosperity and leadership. A grove of coconut palms was only a few yards away and the group moved into their shade. Gnats swarmed around their heads.
"Water is the first problem."
"There's lots of coconuts. How much water is in a coconut?" asked Sam.
"A cup or two," said Daisy. "If the coconut is green."
"How do you know that?" Douglas asked Daisy.
"I was born in Tahiti. I'm half-Polynesian. But I've lived in the United States since I was 10 years old." The men all appraised her. She was of average stature with long, thick black hair that spilled down over her shoulders reaching almost to her bra. The dark of her nipples and pubic hair showed through her bra and panties. Her breasts were small. Her skin was a light brown color and uniform from head to toe. She had a few freckles on her nose, her teeth were sparkling white, and her face had a permanent smile framed by thick lips. She was a pretty girl with a touch of the exotic.
"It's going to take a lot of fucking coconuts to keep us alive," said Sam. "I don't suppose there's any chance there are people on this island."
"There used to be. Pearl fishermen may come here occasionally," said Gaston.
"Bugger," said Sam. He sounded like an Australian and had the solid thick build of a rugby player. He had a big smile and an ugly face.
"Let's focus on the priorities," said Douglas. He was standing. The others were sitting on the sand or on the trunk of a fallen coconut tree. "Does anybody have any idea about how to find fresh water?"
Gaston spoke up. "There's fresh water a few feet below the surface as you move away from the beach. The islanders dig shallow wells. Maybe we can find an old one." Gaston had the seedy, debauched look of a long-time islander, probably one who had fled France to avoid some unpleasantness, probably one who drank more than he should have. Unlike the others he had kept his flowered shirt on while swimming to the beach.
"Why don't you and I go look for one? How big is this island? Do you know?"
"Maybe five kilometers long and half a kilometer wide. I fly this way occasionally."
"Can we salvage anything from the plane?" asked Ben.
"Maybe, but the water's too rough to swim out there now. Any divers here?" Douglas asked.
"I've done a little," said Sam. "Tough job getting to the plane."
"Maybe when it quiets down you can find a coconut log and float out there and see if you can salvage something." He turned to Daisy. "I saw that you're a strong swimmer. Maybe you can help?"
Sam responded. "Fuck yeah, Daisy. Maybe we can find Gaston's dope. Get high. And then die. No water. No food."
Daisy looked apprehensively at Sam. His cock was sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts. She turned away from the sight. "I'll be glad to help," she said. He looked down and shoved his cock back under cover.
Two hours later, Daisy was gathering coconuts and Ben, who was British, and Kevin, the American, were cracking them open and drinking coconut milk when Douglas and Gaston returned. "Gaston found an old well," Douglas announced. "The water is brackish, but drinkable. We also found plantains and taro and a plantation of breadfruit trees, so we won't starve either." They all clapped enthusiastically. "But," he added, "We need to find a way to cook. Who knows how to make fire?"
After a long pause, Kevin raised his hand. "I was a boy scout. I know the theory, although I've never made a fire. But I'll try."
"We need to catch fish also. How are we going to do that?"
That was Ben asking. Daisy looked at him. "Ben, your leg is bleeding. What happened?"
Ben looked down at his calf. "I scraped it on the coral when we getting out of the plane. It's a minor wound."
"There's no such thing as a minor coral wound. They get infected and take forever to heal. We need to treat it."
"You know this?"
"Yes, I'm a nurse. Well, almost a nurse. I learned about coral cuts from my mother. Her name was Taina. Gardenia flower."
"We have no medicine."
"Let's wash it out with sea water. And then we'll bandage it to protect the wound from gnats and flies and sand."
"What do we use for a bandage?" Ben asked.
She looked around. "We could tear up Gaston's shirt."
Douglas interjected, "No, let's save the shirt. It's our best piece of cloth. Use somebody's underwear." He looked around. "All right, mine." He stripped off his boxer shorts and tossed them to Daisy. "I think we're going to get used to seeing each other naked. Might as well start now."
"Well, mate," said Sam. "I'll join you and preserve my underwear for better uses than covering up my tally whacker." With that he pulled off his boxer shorts and hung them on a nearby bush.
"Let's all go commando. Except for you, Daisy," said Kevin.
Daisy shrugged. "I'm not special. There's latex in my bra. It might be useful for something." She unhooked the catch, pulled the straps over her shoulders, and put it on the bush along with the men's underwear. Then, she pulled off her panties and added them to the bush. The men all watched her. "Now, Ben, let's tend to that leg," As she and Ben walked to the edge of the lagoon, she added, "Fucking gnats," swishing them away from her naked body with her hand.
Sunken Treasure.
The next morning the sea was calm. Sam and Daisy, the best swimmers, planned to go to the submerged airplane and salvage what they could. The found a coconut log on the shore, put it in the water, and pushing it in front of them swam to where the airplane was stuck on the coral rock. Looking back Daisy thought to herself, "We're a long way from land."
Sam kept up a steady stream of good-natured profanities as they hung onto the log. "Fucking log, fucking ocean!"
When they reached the coral rock they pulled the log onto it. They walked gingerly on the rock which was sharp and hurt their bare feet. At high tide the rock was under water. Sam was staring down through the water at the airplane, clearly visible in the clear water, his bare, white bottom shining in the sunshine. "Well, the door is only five feet under water. I'll go down first and see what I can find."
Daisy looked at the submerged airplane. It was caught on the coral rock. Below and beyond were the deep blue depths of the Pacific Ocean. She shivered and felt a tingle of fear run up her spine.
Sam jumped into the water, pointed his head downward, and paddled to the closed door of the Cessna. He tugged on the door and managed to open it. He let loose of the door and it closed. His breath exhausted, he came back to the surface. "I'm going to open the door and go inside the cockpit. I need you to come down in one minute to open the door because I'm not sure I can open it from inside. Understand?"
"I understand."
Sam took a deep breath and dove into the water. He pulled the door of the plane open and glided inside the cockpit. The door slammed shut behind him. Daisy counted to sixty and then slipped into the deep water, breast-stroking downward to the handle of the door and pulling it open. Sam came out of the cabin in a rush and rose to the surface, his two hands full.
She followed him to the surface. He climbed up on the coral rock and gave her a hand to climb on after him. "Look what I found," he said excitedly, trying to catch his breath. "Tools." He unrolled a cloth pouch and within was a collection of wrenches and screwdrivers. And a knife!
"And look at this." He held up a small backpack. "A parachute under the pilot's seat. That fucking Gaston had a parachute for himself. And none for his passengers. It will be useful as rope and cloth. We can make you some knickers."
Daisy laughed. "There are better uses for the cloth than knickers." Despite herself she glanced downward at Sam's pubic area. He had a large, long cock and pendulous testicles. He wasn't circumcised.
"You couldn't resist a look, could you?"
She was embarrassed and giggled. "My turn," she said. "Same routine. Come down and open the door for me in a minute." She jumped into the water and paddled downward, pulled the door open with some effort, and glided inside the cabin. It was claustrophobic. She fought back fear as she poked her hands around the seats in the cabin.
The airplane shuddered and tilted more onto its side. "Oh, no," she thought. "I have to get out of here."
Through the windo
44 min
August 04 The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 2
The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 2
Hot Chocolate and homemade cookies.
Based on a post by MrJack,
in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at My First time.

The afternoon and early evening hours dragged on
uneventfully. I had bathed (again), and put on a dark wool shirt and faded
jeans. While the snow continued falling, I snacked on cookies and
absentmindedly tried to watch part of a football game. Flipping off the TV, I
tried surfing some porn, but the flavor of mint chocolate cookies drew my
thoughts back to the taste of a luscious young Girl Scout Leader's lips and the
feeling of a tight pussy enveloping my cock.
I suppose I ate too many cookies, so my supper was just a
hurried snack of thrown-together leftovers. About 6 o'clock, I cleaned up the
kitchen and then went to the living room to stir up the embers in the
fireplace. I threw a few logs in and soon had a cozy warm fire, heating and
lighting the room.
Curiosity led me to flip on the front porch light and take a
look at the weather through the front door's ice-covered windowpane. Huge
flakes of fluffy snow were falling like windswept feathers from the darkened
sky. Several inches were already covering the ground.
Suddenly, my peering eyes caught a glimpse of a hat and
coat-covered figure trudging through the snow on a heading straight towards my
door. The short stature of the struggling person made my heart leap with
hopeful anticipation. If my instincts were right, my young Scout Leader lover
was returning like a thief to the scene of an afternoon crime.
When I cracked the door open, the snow-covered apparition
rushed inside and headed straight for the warmth of the fire. Throwing a
backpack in a chair, my visitor removed gloves and then snatched off a knitted
woolen hat and a long scarf.
A fly-away mop of curly brunette hair confirmed my
suspicions that my Little Debbie had indeed returned to me. "Hi
Jason," she breathlessly said. "Goodness gracious, I didn't realize
it was so 'wintry' outside!"
Although I was elated beyond belief, to have my teen love
back in my home, I couldn't stop myself from admonishing her. "Damnit
Debbie!" my unbidden words said. "I thought I told you to 'go away
little girl' until we had time to think things out!"
"Hold onto your horses, Mister," Debbie retorted.
"I didn't come back to stir up trouble. I've brought your jacket back to
you. I'll leave when I get warmed up. Okay?"
Digging into her backpack, Debbie drew out my jacket and
tossed it to me. Throwing the coat aside, I grabbed the girl and jerked her
into my arms. "No young lady, it's not 'okay'!" I answered forcibly. "You're
staying for a while! If I need to, I'll do what you said I would someday say.
I'll 'beg you to stay'! Now, take off your coat and your wet shoes and socks,
please."
Stepping away from me, the obedient teenager shrugged her
shoulders and then removed her coat. When my astonished eyes realized what this
girl had on beneath her outerwear, I just about peed in my pants!
Long gone was the tight-fitting Scout Leader uniform. In its
place the young woman wore a pair of baggy 'bib' overalls. They weren t denim,
like farmers often wear. This garment was handmade and pastel blue, made from a
cotton knit fabric. Beneath the bibs she had on no shirt! She had on no bra!
And, if I were to guess, I'd guess she had on no panties!
Debbie stood flatfooted and then bent over at the waist. She
began pulling off her snow-wet shoes and socks. Without the confinement and
support of a bra, this girl-woman's breasts fell down and strained against the
barely-concealable covering of her bib top. The twin thin straps crossing over
her bare shoulders were the only mechanical supports keeping the busty boobs
from escaping completely.
For a young lady of such a slim and diminutive stature, her
tits seemed to be enormously over-proportioned. I never was a fella who kept up
with the technicalities of boob-cup size. I usually used a more objective
measurement. I'd say Debbie's breasts were about the size and shape of a couple
of Sunshine State grapefruits on an overdose of steroids.
At the moment, those dangly mesmerizing melons were swinging
to and fro in the firelight's glow. As they swayed, jutting nickel sized
dark-pink nipples flashed out from their bib covering. Two-inch pale pink
areolas framed the nubile nubs.
"God damn it, Debbie!" I suddenly announced.
"I thought you just said you didn't come here to 'stir up trouble'! Hell
girl, a female with exposed tits like those is going to get plenty of 'trouble'
coming her way!"
Debbie smiled, grabbed her backpack, and took a seat on the
floor near the fire. "Jason, my dear," she teasingly scolded.
"Mister, I have on more clothes than you had on when you greeted me at the
door earlier today! Hey Honey, guess what? Sit down because I have a surprise
for you."
Giving in to undeniable temptation, I sat on the plush rug,
in the middle of the floor.
Digging into her pack, Debbie removed a covered Tupperware
container, a stainless steel thermos, and two mugs.
"I suppose you've had supper?" the girl questioned
rhetorically. "I bet you haven't had dessert. You know what? I've been
thinking about you for hours, so I baked you some 'homemade' cookies and made
you some 'homemade' hot chocolate. Want some?"
At first, I didn't answer. My eyes were glued to the exposed
expanse of uncovered female flesh. The bib straps did little to conceal a
flawless naked back and a set of curvaceous shoulders. I moved my position on
the floor so I could get the swollen erection bulging inside my pants
straightened out.
"Debbie, in truth, I haven't had dessert," I
managed to say. "Now, aren't you the little domesticated lady? Making
'homemade' cookies and hot chocolate for my dessert?"
Laying out her bounty, Debbie winked at me and mischievously
teased, "Oh Jason, the milk and chocolate are just and 'appetizer'. Here
is what I really brought for you to 'eat' for a dessert treat."
Slim fingers flipped the bib straps loose from their
buttons. The bib top fell into the girl's lap. This young woman's tantalizing
pair of ponderous boobs burst out and swung as free, as a couple of over-ripe
pendulum nectarines hanging heavy on a fruit tree.
Just as my startled eyes were adjusting to the majesty of
this sight, the wickedly wondrous woman-child stuck her hands into the sides of
her overalls and slid them down over her butt, her legs, and her feet.
Confirming my suspicions, she had on no panties.
Blushing shyly, the nude teenager scooted across to me and
plopped her young ass in my lap. "Jason, I guess I wasn't completely
truthful about 'stirring up trouble'," Debbie whispered. "I suppose I'm
hoping you'll 'make love' to me again; and if you did I wanted to be naked
myself."
I touched her two marvelous tits, but could say nothing.
"Oh god, Jason, please don't think of me as a wickedly
wanton 'hussy'!" Debbie hastily added. "But Mister, I love you;and if
you wanted to 'take' me again, then I'd really like you to. Of course now, if
you want me to 'go away' again; I will. Do you?"
I suppose it was my own damn fault for awakening the
sleeping passion in this sexy young woman. This conniving vixen had boxed me
into an inescapable lust and love trap. She was using her feminine wiles in a
seductive entrapment scheme.
My voiced boomed, "Damn your sweet sexy young ass,
girl! If you try to 'go away' now, I'll throw you on the floor and rape the
hell out of you! Hell, I think I'll savagely attack you anyway! If you want me
to 'eat' you for a treat, then 'eat' you, I will!"
Soft, luscious lips became the first victims of my desire. I
kissed my Scout Leader lover with lust-inspired love. I was so fanatically
aroused, I tongue-fucked her mouth with my stiffened saliva-coated tongue.
Somewhere in the back of my kiss-hungry mind, I realized that Debbie was
tongue-fucking my mouth, too.
Debbie's fingers were tugging at the buttons of my shirt.
Before I knew it, the shirt was off and lying atop her bib overalls. My pants,
underwear, shoes, and socks joined the heaping pile of clothing.
I'd made the mistake of getting my cock before the
'fucking-horse' earlier this day. I was determined not to repeat the error of
my ways. Before I did any fornicating this night, I was going to do a lot of
looking at tender young female flesh and I was going to have a feast of eating.
Pushing Debbie down flat on the floor in front of the
fireplace, I gazed in awe at the splendid beauty of her unblemished teenaged
body. Her big-glorious tits had flattened out a bit. Her abdomen was a smooth
expanse of slim, flawless flesh. Short, slender legs stretched out seductively.
And there, right between the 'V' of my love's legs was a sparse bush of thin
pubic hair, only slightly concealing a swollen mound of erotically exciting
female pussy.
Without waiting a second longer, I bent over, spread the
girl's legs wide, and plunged my mouth into the tender young pussy staring me
in the face. I viciously kissed the soft skin of her bush-covered pussy mound.
I kissed and licked every delectable inch of feminine flesh from her thighs to
her pussy lips.
I spread the swollen pussy lips and captured the girl's
clitoral jewel between my lips. I licked and sucked the rigid 'girlie-girl'
treasure. Debbie's teen clit stiffened in an effort to accept my ferocious oral
assault. My tongue flicked and licked feverously. I explored the young cunt
with the spit-wet slippery wetness of my tongue and mouth.
Sexually stimulated, pussy-hungry, and horny beyond belief,
I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and plunged it into the hot-pink opening to
Debbie's vaginal hole. This dame had reached the full age of puberty so her
young female body produced an abundance of feminine moisture. I licked and
lapped all the wetness I could get. Debbie was whimpering wantonly, and sighing
contently.
I ate my young lover's cunt with the appetite of a
pussy-starved man. Sweet, warm, wet vaginal flesh was mine to consume, with all
the wicked debauchery of a man gleefully possessed by bedeviling lust.
With this same unfettered lust, I assaulted Debbie's womanly
tits. These delectable orbs and their nipple-topped pink buds fell victim to my
untamed oral mauling. The skin of my face had been clean-shaven a few hours
ago, but enough stubble had now grown out to scratch and scrape the tender
titty flesh. With the same reasoning as a dog would pee on a tree, I
deliberately marked the unblemished breast skin as a sign of territorial
acquisition and ownership.
Stopping to gaze at Debbie's stubble-scratched tits, I
couldn't help but imagine the quantity of baby-nourishing milk these wondrous
mammary jugs could hold. If she were to become a mother of my baby, then I knew
the child would be well-fed.
Abruptly, I ended this violent oral onslaught on my lover's
body. After pressing my lips to Debbie's mouth; in a deep, love-obsessed kiss,
I bodily scooped her up from the rug with my muscular arms and carried her
featherweight body to my bed.
This 'barely legal' young woman had giving her willing
consent to being fucked again. So curse my wicked soul to hell, that's what I
would do to her! I pitched her pretty, silky-smooth, female body into the
center of my bed. I climbed into the bed above my lover, spread her legs, and
positioned my cock at the entrance to her dripping wet feminine glory hole.
With the breeding urges of a domineering 'stallion', I
mounted my in-heat 'filly' with all the uncontrollable, animalistic desires of
a wild, feral animal mating. There was nothing romantic about this carnal
coupling. With the insemination instincts of a wild creature, I fucked Debbie.
Nothing romantic about this coupling? Well hell, I realized
with this mating, that I truly loved this young woman, and she genuinely loved
me! Our 'bareback' sex seemed to be emphasizing the depth of loving commitment
we were willing to take. Throwing caution to the wind, we seemed to be
subconsciously saying, "If 'we' get pregnant, then so be it!"
Putting thoughts of pregnancy aside, my cock parted my
woman's pubic bush and sank deep into her bottomless, sweltering hot vaginal
cavity. Debbie's pussy accepted the welcomed intruder and urged it to do its
duty with all deliberate haste.
Debbie felt my elongated, swollen shaft pounding into her
pussy, with jackhammer strokes which penetrated deep into her innermost
feminine sanctuary. After only a little while, she felt the beginnings of
orgasmic fire being conceived. Just as she'd hoped, the flames gave birth to
the wildest, most intense orgasms she'd ever had. She gloried in the ecstatic,
euphoric majesty of it.
My body too, was reveling in the delightful exhilaration of
powerful, cock-quaking orgasms. My masculine loins quivered, shuddered, and
shook. My pulsating phallic rod began spewing forth torrents of slippery,
milky-white seminal cream. I grunted and groaned with the guttural sounds of a
man overwhelmed by orgasmic forces; stealing away his mind, body, and soul.
My steaming seminal cream was filling Debbie's pussy and
triggering the birth of another round of enormous orgasms. Multiple orgasmic
events followed in the wake of those before. This young woman's body sprayed
her forbidden lover's loins with all the feminine cum she had in her body.
Time lost its meaning as my cock and Debbie's pussy joined
together in a race for orgasmic rapture. The end didn't come quickly. Time
slowed to a crawl as a man and a woman's joyful bliss continued for an eternity
and then gradually subsided. The two of us lay in each others arms and basked
in the warming comfort of sexual afterglow.
Debbie cuddled tightly against me and softly whispered,
"Jason, I'm a cummy, slimy mess and my pussy is so sore I'm not sure if I
can walk. But, can we take a hot bath and then do this again before I have to
go home?"
After kissing my young Scout Leader lover, I lifted her into
my arms. I made a detour on the way to the bathroom. Back in the living room,
Debbie scooped up the homemade cookies and hot chocolate.
Hot Bath and Bedtime Cookies.
Debbie and I had a long, leisurely bath in my Jacuzzi tub.
We kissed, we fondled, we tickled, and we teased. My delightful Scout Leader,
college girl lover became infatuated with my recovering erection.
As we got out to towel each other dry, Debbie said;
"Jason; I'm not sure how to do it, but will you let me 'eat' your cock
like you ate my pussy? Can we finish our cookies in bed? She tilted her head
down and gave me her best puppy dog eyes; Mister, you wouldn't kick me out
of your bed if I were to spill some cookie crumbs, would you?"
Without answering, I snapped my towel and towel-whipped
Debbie's shapely, pretty little ass, all the way from the bathroom to my bed.
The giggling girl laughed merrily, jumped under the covers, and waited with
excited anticipation.
As I stood by the bed, Debbie's female form emerged from
under the covers. Without warning, she reached out with her small, feminine
hands, grabbed my cock and began to play with a skill born of instinct.
This petite-figured young woman's short fingers couldn't
quite completely encircle my swollen shaft, yet she played and fondled
energetically. Not one inch of my blood-engorged meat went untouched. My balls
were squeezed, juggled, and bounced. Fidgeting fingers ran through my pubic
hairs combing, pulling, and tugging. Debbie's voice heatedly declared, "Oh
god! Mister, your cock's more wonderful to play with than I imagined it
would be! Jason, I'm going to kiss and suck it now."
And that's just what she did. Debbie began kissing my meaty,
hard shaft. Her warm, wet lips and tongue kissed and licked with a frenzy of
cock-hungry desire. The girl's lips were moving so frenziedly that the head of
my cock 'accidentally' slipped into her mouth. She licked and sucked the
mouthful of meat with an inexperienced zest.
I immediately knew this was Debbie's first cock-sucking
rodeo. She was tentatively sucking with a novice's skill. Female intuition
guided her actions. She made her mouth release a flood of saliva which
lubricated the rigid rod she was sucking on. Before I knew it, her head was
bobbing up and down on my spit-lubricated shaft. My wet cock was disappearing
deeper and deeper into the girl's tight, young mouth. The sensual sensations
overwhelming me, felt unbelievably good!
Debbie's mouth, lips, and tongue were dripping wet with
cocksucking enjoyment. My swollen manhood was imbedded deep into the girl's
cock-hungry oral cavity, and she was refusing to let go of it. This young lady
had an unusually long, serpentine-like tongue which flicked and licked with
venomous fire. This wicked, viperous tongue-snake coiled around the man-meat it
was so intent upon devouring.
My fingers dug viciously into Debbie's curly hair and
attempted to pull her head away from my dangerously imperiled manhood. My
cock-crazed young lover had sucked my shaft deep into her throat and was now
chewing my meat with biting, razor-sharp teeth.
Paying no attention to the hair-pulling pain, Debbie
ravenously ate the meat in her mouth. Looking down, I saw the fingers of one of
her hands buried inside her drippy wet pussy. The girl was fingering herself to
orgasm using my cock as a stimulus.
In defense of my teeth-scared cock-shaft, I slapped the
cock-frantic girl's face with a stinging blow to one cheek. When the
over-enthusiastic female sex fiend, finally let go of my inflamed rigid rod, I
threw her back on the bed and jumped astride her. I curtly said, "Damnit
lady, if you want an orgasm, I'll give it to you, 'man style!"
I didn't believe my masculine body had a single drop of
testicle fluid left in it, but as soon as my suck-stimulated erection entered
Debbie's sweltering hot pussy oven, I started cumming. Whatever seminal cream
my body had left; was now euphorically deposited, inside my sweet love's
vaginal vault.
Debbie's tight pussy welcomed its pulsating penile partner
to come in and make itself at home. Slippery feminine cum began bathing the
penetrating cock as soon as it entered. Female orgasms once more made her young
woman's body glory in the elation; and thrill of lust and love.
This being our third sexual coupling since early afternoon,
our mutual orgasms weren't as strong or long-lasting as previous ones.
Nevertheless, we joyfully celebrated our newfound bond of awakened love. There,
atop cum-soaked sheets, we two exhausted lovers fell asleep in each others
arms.
Popcorn Delight
A blast of window-rattling wind awakened us. A quick look at
the clock told me it was late. It was too damn late for a 'barely legal' teen
to be out cavorting with the horny older bachelor who lived down the street!
"Oh shit, Debbie!" I worriedly said. "Good
god girl, we'd better get your sweet ass home before your mother comes looking
for me!"
As I reached for my pants, the telephone beside the bed
started ringing. Apprehensively, I reached out, punched the speakerphone
button, and answered, "Hello."
"Jason, have you been watching the weather?" and
unfamiliar voice said. "Over a foot of snow has fallen since my daughter
headed over to your house with her cookies and hot chocolate! The wind is
howling and the temperature is well below freezing."
Oh sweet lord, it was Lucy Darling; Debbie's mother calling!
How in the hell did she know where to call! As if reading my mind, the woman on
the phone said, "Jason, I caught Debbie in her virgin blood and cum-soaked
Scout Leader uniform, earlier today. She confessed her 'sins' to me."
I felt a pang of shivering fear in spite of the fact that
Debbie was 'of legal age'. Subconsciously, I heard police sirens coming to
carry my jailbait-screwing ass off, to be incarcerated. My asshole contracted
with the thoughts of 'big bubba' making me his prison cell slave.
"Listen here, Jason," the phone voice said.
"I don't want you to let my girl come out in this dangerous storm. Just
keep her there with you tonight, and try to get her home sometime
tomorrow."
My confused mind was attempting to adjust to the words
spoken by the mother of my young lover. Yet, before I had time to think, she
spoke again, "You're a nice man, Jason, so I'm not going to put up much of
a fuss about you fucking my daughter. I suppose she's 'big enough', so she's
'old enough', for sex
32 min
August 03 The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 1
The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 1
Cookies & sweet treats are given to a 'special man'.
Based on a post by MrJack,
in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at My First time.

Stepping from the shower, on this blustery cold November
Saturday morning; I caught a reflection of my masculine nude body in the
full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I'd always wished I was
taller than my 5 foot 10 inches, but I had no other regrets about the muscular
build of my toned 36-year-old body.
Unconsciously, my eyes lingered for a minute on the
stiffened erection between my legs. It was another morning-wood day. The wind
began howling in the past half hour, signaling a cold front. I thought the
chilly house air would administer the less fun therapy for my stiffy, but
even after stoking the fireplace coals and throwing three fresh logs on the
embers, didn t fully shrink my swelling shaft. During my warm bath, my manhood
had been swelling and getting harder.
Now, as a confirmed bachelor, I had no 'serious' lady in my
life. I enjoyed playing-the-field too much to even dream of settling down. The
only problem with living without a permanent lady in my life was the fact that
I couldn't get a piece of pussy any time I wanted. And, at this moment, I needed
a sweet wet vagina in which to dip my pulsating erection. Hell, I guess I was
going to have to settle for beating my meat!
Before I had a chance to begin this self-relieving task, I
heard the insistent ring of my front doorbell. Damnit, somebody was interrupting
my plans for a little orgasmic release!
Aggravated, I threw a bath towel around my waist, tucked it
in below my bellybutton, and headed for the front door. If whoever it was
ringing the bell minded being met by a half-naked man; then tough-shit to them!
They ought to have better manners than to disturb a man with a throbbing
hard-on.
When I jerked open the door, I was met by a blustery blast
of cold, late-fall wind. A whirlwind whisk of a figure, a young woman dressed
in a Girl Scout Leader uniform, rushed inside and shut the door behind her. The
shivering, coatless sprite took a few steps into the livingroom and held her
hands out to the heat of my crackling fireplace.
"Oh Mr. Spencer, this fire feels so good," she
said. "I didn't realize the weather would turn so cold so quickly. Why, it
was actually 'warm' this morning!
I had no words.
I'm Debbie Darling from down the street. I'm out taking
orders for Girl Scout cookies. She finally took note of my incredulity and
then asked; You know me, don't you, Sir?"
Before I could respond, the young lady added, "Scout
Leaders don't usually go door-to-door selling cookies. That's for the Girl
Scouts themselves to do. But, I'm helping my troop out because a virus hit the
schools and several of them are sick with a cold. I was a scout myself for
years, and now I've just become a volunteer leader for a Brownie troop. Our
recruitment slogan for girls and leaders this fall is 'commit to a girl'. Sir,
can you commit to our girls and their organization? Do you want to get any of
my cookies?"
Commit to a girl? why I had no intention of doing any such
thing! As for her cookies, goddamn my horny wicked soul to Hell, but my
sex-stimulated mind took what the young woman said, and turned it into a
'dirty' thought. Yeah, some sweet, warm female 'cookies' would taste mighty
good right now!
Before I answered, my eyes made a quick visual inspection of
my unexpected visitor. An official uniform scarf with a membership pin adorned
her slim neck. A navy blue skirt and blouse in the style of business attire
graced her body and seemed to fit the lady like a 'too-tight' glove. It must
have been a 'last-years' outfit because the young female form was outgrowing it
now. Feminine shapes and bulges stretched the fabric in several strategic
places. The lady was short, perhaps a whole foot shorter than me. Slim legs
peeked out below a blue hem and ran down to knee socks and patent leather
shoes. If I was a betting man, I'd bet she didn't weigh over 100 pounds, a good
portion of which was in her ass and tits. Her brunette hair was a mop of curly
locks, which were so short they barely even touched her shoulders.
With my stimulated erection straining my towel, I finally
found my voice and answered, "Yes Debbie, I know you. I've seen you around
the neighborhood. I think I've bought some cookies from you in the past
years."
Standing there half-naked and horny as hell, mischievous
thoughts entered my mind and I decided to tease the young seductress arousing
me, "But, little lady I remember you as a childlike girl. Just when in the
hell did your body start 'filling out' so much? What are you, about 15, 16 or
so now?"
"No, I'm not 15 and I'm not 16!" the girl testily
responded. Glancing at the watch on her tiny wrist, she continued, "I'm 18
and I've been 18 for two hours and five minutes! And, for your information Sir,
I'm not a 'little girl'! I'm a freshman in college. As to your other question,
it seems like my body just up and decided to 'pop out' all over the place this
past year. I don't know why it took so effing long to do it. But Sir, I didn't
come here to talk about me. I came to sell cookies. Do you want to place an
order?"
My mind wandered away in an effort to digest her
information. "18 for two hours and five minutes" is what she said. Why,
she has reached the legal 'age of consent' for any kind of sexual shenanigans a
man might wish to engage in with her! My pretty little sexy neighborhood
cookie-seller would fit nicely into the hallowed category of 'barely legal',
yet 'legal enough'!
Hell, I silently thought with my hard-on straining the bath
towel around my waist. A lot of damn good this information would do me. Barely
legal or not, that teenaged woman would have no interest or attraction for a
man of my advanced age. I'd bet she had a teenage boyfriend. What was it the
hippies use to say? Oh yeah, it was, "Never trust anyone over 30!"
Shaking my head in an effort to rid it of horny seduction
thoughts, I answered the fascinating young lady, "Yes little Debbie, I'd
like some cookies. Could I get about ten dollar s worth? Girl, I'm horn, hungry
as hell and I hate waiting for special treats. Would you have any cookies I
could eat right now?"
"Oh yes, Sir," Debbie eagerly said. "I've got
some sample boxes in my backpack. I can let you have ten dollar s worth of
chocolate mint cookies."
While the girl rummaged in her pack, I stepped back into the
bathroom and picked up my wallet. I gave a quick thought to slipping on my
pants, but immediately discarded it. I had plans for a masturbating party real
soon; with thoughts of a sexy young Scout Leader occupying my mind.
Back in the living room, I noticed the boxes of cookies laid
out on the coffee table. I dug a ten dollar bill from my wallet and handed it
to the uniformed cookie salesgirl.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you about the tax," the girl
apologetically said. "Growing up, my Scout Leaders told me to always
remember the tax. It's sixty cents more. Is that okay?"
Smiling, I answered, "Sure little Debbie, that's fine.
But, do you have change for a dollar bill. I don't have any coins in my wallet
and I don't have any pockets in my towel."
"I've noticed that," the girl unintentionally
blurted out. A crimson red blush immediately colored her face and her hands
rushed to cover it. Demurely, she added, "Oh, I didn't mean I was looking
at your towel! Of course towels don't have pockets! Tight-fitting towels like
yours barely have enough room to cover a man's big, uh!"
The girl's face color reddened to a deeper shade of bashful
blush. Turning away, she nervously dug into her purse and extracted some coins.
She turned back and reached her trembling coin-filled hand towards me.
As I reached out to accept the change, Debbie's unsteady
fingers opened too soon and dropped the handful of coins onto the hardwood
floor. The jingly-jangly coinage bounced and rolled all over the place.
Dropping to the floor, Debbie chased after coins. Her sexy
young body made for such a delightful sight to watch; that I too, dropped down
and began gathering the wayward change.
After capturing the last fugitive coin, the two of us stood
back up. I soon discovered that my coin-chasing adventures had created a
problem. My towel had loosened to the point that when I stood up straight the
terrycloth garment had stayed on the floor. My upper body and my legs were now
not the only parts of my body displayed in all its exposed erect glory. My
thick, turgid cock was standing at naked attention!
"Oh my good god!" Debbie unexpectedly exclaimed.
"Mr. Spencer, I now see why your towel was stretched out to the bursting
point! Oh my goodness gracious, you had better cover that thing back up!"
I had never blushed in my life, and I was determined to not
do so now. But, I admitted to myself that I was a little embarrassed to have
accidentally exposed my pulsating erection to an unsuspecting young woman.
Bending over, I snatched up the towel and rearranged it
around my waist. "Debbie, girl I'm sorry!" I repentantly proclaimed.
"Damn Miss Debbie, I didn't mean for this to happen and I'm sorry if I've embarrassed
you!"
"Well, I'm not exactly 'embarrassed', I don't
think," Debbie said warily. "It just happened so suddenly I was
unprepared to see your, your 'man-thing'. Mr. Spencer, what do you men prefer
to call your 'man-things'? I've heard all the slang words, but since I've never
talked to a man or boy about it, I'm pretty much uninformed about things like
that. I've never even had the 'sex talk' with my mother. I guess for an
18-year-old woman, I'm pretty ignorant in the ways of men."
A puzzling look covered my face, but I went ahead and
answered the question she asked; "Miss Debbie, I prefer the word 'cock' as
a name for the dangly appendage between my legs. A 'cock' gets elongated and
hard when it's near a sexy lady. My cock is steely-hard right now because I'm
so close to you. A girl of your age should know this. Debbie, surely a teenager
as seductively sexy as you are, is not a virgin!"
"I most certainly am!" Debbie proudly announced.
"I'm not about to let one of those 'grabby-handed' boys get their hands in
my panties! Mom says I'm a 'good girl' and I intend to stay 'good' until I fall
in love with a 'special' guy, and get married."
I forced a smile, and then said something I didn't really
mean, "Good for you Debbie. You ought to stay virginal and innocent until
the 'right man' comes along. Listen girl, why don't you call me by my first
name? Friends and adult Girl Scout Leaders can call me 'Jason'."
"Okay, I will," Debbie eagerly replied. "For
some reason, I feel comfortable around you, Jason. Thanks for buying my
cookies. I'd better go before the weather gets any colder."
Debbie turned for the door and took two steps away from my
comforting fire. "Wait!" I shouted. "Girl, it's as cold as a
witch's tit out there, so let me give you a coat to wear home. I think I have
an old university jacket in the hallway closet."
Debbie followed me into the hallway. I scrounged around
searching for the jacket. Reaching up into the far, left corner shelf, I found
the coat and pulled it out. Turning back, I handed it to the girl.
Debbie was giggling and pointing at a place below my waist.
The stretching and tugging had once more loosened my towel and left it lying at
my feet. My erection was again exposed. My rigid manhood was pointing straight
as a compass at the girl's smiling face. Now it was even slightly pulsing
upward as my heart beat.
Towel and Panty Rack.
"Hey Jason, I think you're fighting a losing battle
with that bath towel," Debbie said in a giggly voice. "For all the
good it's doing you, why you might as well just leave it off! I've already seen
your um, your 'cock' so you have no reason to hide it from me. Mister, I
wouldn't bite you, even if I knew how."
Grabbing up the towel from the floor, I followed the girl
back down the hall to the warm living room. Following her suggestion, I didn't
wrap the cock-covering back around me. Watching her swaying young ass, I think
my cock swelled to an even bigger size in length and girth. It was bobbing
upward at an even faster pulse.
"Let me help you get the coat on, Debbie," I said.
Instead of throwing the towel on the couch, I flipped it into a rolled up shape
and hung it between my lower abdomen and my swollen erection. Several inches of
my cock-shaft stuck out through the cloth.
Mischievous devilment came over me and I teasingly said,
"Hey girl, what do you think about my 'towel rack'? I reckon a cock is a
pretty useful thing for a man to have."
Debbie sure was a giggly young woman. She giggled merrily
now, and answered, "Well Jason, I think you have the nicest 'towel rack'
I've ever seen. You're right; it does seem to serve a 'useful' purpose. You're
also right about it being 'pretty'. Why, I've never seen anything so
nicely-shaped and beautiful, in my life!"
Blushing from her awkward boldness, Debbie started putting
the jacket on. Reaching out, I grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it up. The
tips of my fingers brushed against her swelling bosom. For a girl with her
slim, diminutive stature, Debbie's chest seemed to be well-endowed with mounded
female shapes. Firm feminine forms stretched the bodice of her Scout Leader
blouse. My fingers lingered and played a little longer than they should have.
"Debbie," I impulsively said. "Speaking of
'racks'; why young lady, you don't seem to be doing too shabbily in that area
yourself! You really fill out your uniform nicely! Woman, if your plump tits
swell any bigger, you'll pop a couple of buttons and put some guy's eyes
out."
Blushing and giggling again, Debbie shyly said, "Thank
you, Jason. I think that's the sweetest thing any man has ever said to me. My
nipples are getting all 'tingly' and hard. Oh god, I didn't mean to say that
out loud! Now, you'll think I'm a 'bad' girl."
"Like hell, I will!" I exclaimed. "I don't
think any such thing! Having your nipples get tingly and hard, is just a
natural bodily function; if a young woman is 'sexually' aroused. I feel kind of
proud of myself, that I can provoke such a response to my touch in you. Young
lady, you're making my cock hard, horny, and tingly, too! This doesn't make
either one of us 'bad'."
Unexpectedly, Debbie stood on her tiptoes and kissed my
cheek. Her slim hands lay against my nude chest. "Jason," she
whispered. "Thank you for making me feel so relaxed and comfortable in the
presence of a naked man. I think I can tell you a secret. In a way, I kinda
wish I was just a little bit 'bad'. If I was, I'd, I'd;"
Instead of saying more, Debbie allowed her fingers to slowly
feel their way down my chest and belly. Her fingertips lightly brushed the warm
skin of my stiffened manhood. To her own amazement and mine, she pulled my
towel off its erect cock-rack, put it to her face, and breathed in the
masculine scent imbedded within.
Suddenly, the 'always prepared' Girl Scout Leader found
herself in a situation she was 'not' prepared for. Pulling away, Debbie stuffed
the male-scented towel into her cookie-filled backpack.
With her back towards me, the innocent girl-woman did
something incredibly impulsive. She reached her hands under her uniform skirt
and slipped her panties down over her legs, her knee socks, and her
shoe-covered feet.
Turning back to face me, the impetuous teenager twisted her
slightly-damp panties into a roll and hung them over the elongated rod which
had been holding my towel. Throwing her hands around my neck, Debbie once more
stood tiptoed and kissed my cheek. She whispered anxiously, "Jason,
forgive me, but I'm taking your smell with me, so I'm leaving mine with you. I
think your cock makes a fine 'panty-rack', too!"
A Kiss but not Good Bye , yet.
Before I could recover my astonished wits, Debbie's voice
sternly instructed, "Jason, please don't say anything. Just kiss me the
way a man kisses a woman; and then let me run away from the temptation I feel
for you!"
Stooping slightly, I ran my hands under the young woman's
uniform hem. I grabbed two hands full of firm panty-less Scout Leader ass and
lifted a featherweight feminine body up enough for our kiss-hungry mouths to
collide. I felt the sweet surrender of Debbie's female passion, run from my
head to my toes.
Debbie's lips and mine relinquished all self-disciplined restraint.
Moist tongues licked slippery mouths, dueled and teased with awakening love,
and mouth-fucked in a confirmation of undeniable lust.
Despite this young woman's plea for me to say nothing, I
stopped kissing and whispered in her ear, "Happy 18th birthday, Debbie.
Sweet lady, I wish I had a present to give you."
Inspired by passion, Debbie's sock-covered legs encircled my
thighs. As I pulled her closer, her dress hiked higher and I felt wetness
touching my cock-shaft. Drippy feminine moisture was leaking from the naked
pussy pressed against my erection.
This young lady's body was so lightweight, I could have
stood there holding her in my arms all day. Instinct propelled me to lift her
into a position where her pussy was situated directly above my swollen manhood.
Sticky wet inner pussy lips kissed my cockhead. A river of
vaginal fluid washed over my cockshaft and bathed it in hot, slippery penile
lubrication. Mother Nature's call was demanding a carnal conjoining of a cunt
and a cock.
My rationalizing mind was silently screaming, "Don't do
it! Don't fuck this 'barely legal' girl! Wait, wait at least until she gains a
bit more maturity. Oh god, this virginal young lady doesn't even know what is
happening!"
Debbie must have known more than I was giving her credit
for. She allowed her body to slip down until her warm inner pussy lips were
wrapped around the head of my cock. Hesitantly, she allowed her virginal hymen
to be touched and stretched by the swollen cock intruder.
By raising and lowering her body no more than an inch at a
time, Debbie was able to test the strength of her protective virginal membrane
without breaking it. Pussy muscles squeezed and contracted around the cockhead
in an age-old mating welcome.
Didn't this naive girl-child-woman know she was playing with
fire? Didn't she know she was getting perilously close to getting her sweet ass
burned and her innocence incinerated?
Heated, pulsating blood raced though pussy veins and cock
veins alike. Male and female cum-juices were bubbling and boiling. "Oh
god, Debbie!" I huskily moaned. "Damnit girl, if we don't stop now,
we might not be able to later! Didn't you say you were saving yourself for a
'special' man?"
"I did say that," Debbie replied. "And,
Mister, that's just what I've done! Oh Jason, hold me tight and don't let go,
even if I scream!"
Without warning, Debbie raised herself up almost to the
point of loosing contact, with the cock-shaft touching her body so intimately.
Quickly, she lowered herself back down and impaled her entire vaginal cavity
onto my stiffened, swollen erection.
True to her premonition, Debbie did scream. Her hymen was
split asunder, and her piercing wail echoed off the walls. Keeping my promise,
I held the girl tightly. It was too damn late to stop anything now!
With hot virgin blood now aiding in lubrication, I held onto
Debbie's firm ass and bounced her young body up and down like one of those
rubber tether-balls attached to a paddle. In this case, Debbie's pussy was the
ball and my cock was the paddle.
I repeatedly bounced and paddled the sweet young pussy up
and down upon my deep-penetrating cock-shaft. Hot-blooded testicle cream was
begging to be released from its ball-sack confinement. I knew I would start
cumming soon.
In this race for cum-shooting release, Debbie beat me to the
finish line. The young feminine body; which had never felt the touch of a man's
cock; was now spraying the erect man-shaft with a blistering mist of female
cum.
Despite the thickness of her jacket, I could feel Debbie's
heartbeat pounding against my naked chest. I could feel her pussy's racing
pulse beating all along my erection's elongated length. Whimpering cries stole
the girl's breath away. Bre
27 min
August 01 Neighbor's Juicy Daughter: Part 2
Neighbor’s Juicy Daughter: Part 2.
The new neighbor girl takes an interest in me.
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I handed the phone to the sleepy girl sprawled against me. "Hey
Mom." Summer yawned, voice fogged with blissful satisfaction. I
could still hear Sheila on the other end. "Sweetie I'm so sorry,
but I have to work late. I miss you. Is it okay if James takes care
of you tonight?"
"Sure Mom, that's fine. He's such a fine man, momma."
"Are you two having fun?" Sheila asked.
"Yeah. We watched a porno and he got me off with his
fingers."
Oh Shit! My brain exploded into desperate panic. Did she just tell
her mom what happened? I was fucking Dead! "James? James?"
Summer was holding the phone to my ear. "Are you there?"
The world spun dizzily around me. "Yeah."
"I'm glad you guys are getting along. Thanks for taking her
for the night. Listen, if you want to, you can put it inside her."
"Put; put what inside her?"
"Jeez James; put your cock inside her lovely pussy. Maybe
push it in and out a few times. You might like it. It's called
fucking. Have you heard of it?" Laughter from the other end. Did
she just give her blessing for me to fuck her daughter?
"Are; are you serious Sheila?"
"Of course. Look I've seen you through the bathroom window.
You're pretty big but you're about the size of my last boyfriend and
he could fit. Just take it easy on the rough stuff okay? I won't let
her have sex with punks who don't know how to care for a woman's
needs. But you are the kind of man who she will be safe with. But hit
the bed soon and don't keep her up too late. She has to sleep
sometime."
"Okay."
"Great. Okay you two have fun. I've gotta get back to work.
Thanks again." The phone went dead and I tossed it onto the
cushions. Summer was squirming against my chest.
"Touch me," she murmured.
Jeez, 18-year-old girls got straight to the point. I let my hands
snake under the blanket and rub gentle circles on hersmooth tummy and
ass. Summer writhed her back in slow motions against my chest,
mewling quietly as a warm flush moved up her neck.
"Want to go to the bedroom?" I asked.
"Sure," she nodded.
In one smooth motion I scooped the little girl into my arms and
leaped to my feet.
Summer giggled, wiggling in the blanket that swaddled her, kicking
her feet playfully as I carried her down the hallway.
I pulled back the covers of my bed and let Summer topple out of
the blanket onto the bedding, laughing as she landed on her side and
rolled onto her back. My cock ached painfully against the fabric of
my pants as I took in the sight of the teenage girl , shirt pulled up
above her nipples and the hairless little cleft peeping out from the
tangle of her blue skirt. She was so sweet, beaming up at me with a
mixed expression of trust and hunger and a concealed uncertainty as
she eyeballed the swelling lump at my crotch.
I pulled the shirt up over her waiting arms, and then tugged her
skirt down, past the wiggling hips and down the slender legs,
catching briefly on her toes. I threw it aside and ran my hands over
her hips and legs, rubbing the smooth skin like silk under my
fingers. Summer stretched her arms on the bed and bit her lip, lying
naked as the day she was born, her curvy little body offered up like
a treat to the man looming above her.
I pushed my pants down and
kicked them aside, manhood springing free like an escaped prisoner,
then crawled up on the bed to straddle her. My fingertips skimmed up
her thighs, then grabbed and pulled her legs apart, hungry for the
nectar that lurked in the pink folds between the little girl's
thighs. Summer seemed to sink into the mattress under me, dwarfed by
the full-grown man on top of her, locked in place by the muscled
thighs rubbing her waist. I pulled her closer.
My cock bounced
and landed with a meaty thump on her mound, just above the waiting
slit that still leaked with juices. Gasping at the contact, she
looked down at the engorged organ primed below her belly, bulging red
with desire and tickling her navel, tip dribbling with precum that
filled the little pool until it overflowed onto her stomach.
My
cock descended and my cock head found her pussy, brushing against the
soft rims until they parted and I tasted the moist excitement
underneath. I tweaked her nipples and ran my hands slowly down her
belly, hands curving out to her sides, feeling the soft curves of
skin that trembled under my fingers. The little woman was all eager
energy, lips pressing back hungrily against mine, pelvis twitching
under the arc of my legs, begging for the penis rubbing just above
the moist lips of her pussy.
I reached down and wrapped fingers around my base, steadying my
phallus to line up with the puffy lips, plugging the head at the
entrance to the tiny gap between them. Wet heat tickled the rim of my
cock, and I pushed forward, squeezing myself into the narrow tunnel
of the little debutante.
Summer moaned and threw her head back against the pillow as the
cock head split her little cunny lips wide open and prodded inside.
God, her little pussy was so tight! I stuffed a few more inches of my
girth inside, relishing the feel of the muscles sucking at my
intruding meat, pulling it deeper into the tunnel as if desperate to
have the thick penis of a grown man buried inside the girl where it
belonged.
Summer writhed under me, brown hair rustling the sheets, cooing
with pleasure as I stuffed my cock inside her. Her eyes were fixed,
bulging, on the sight of her shiny cunt lips wrapped obscenely around
the wide shaft of firm flesh entering her. I pulled back against the
suction and pushed in again, cramming myself another inch deeper into
the squeezing heat, twisting the peaks of her erect nipples as I went
until her eyes closed and her neck arched back, throat muscles locked
around a long, rumbling groan.
I shoved in, then pulled back
until my mushroom hovered just below her lips, and plunged again,
thighs slapping against hers as I built into a bucking rhythm that
pushed deeper and deeper until all 8 inches of rigid flesh were
pistoning between the pink folds and squeezing up into the vixen's
belly to bang on her cervix at the end. Summer was a twisting form
under me, porcelain body vibrating on a bed of long brown hair and
squealing wordless cries of pleasure.
I planted my hands on the bed and hammered the debutante against
the pillow, hips jerking in a rhythm of long strokes that slapped my
balls against her ass, grunting in shared ecstasy as our panting
mounted into heated cries, bodies locked together in racing desire.
A warm buzzing began in my groin, swelling through the muscles of
my pelvis in a rising current, fed by the energy of each eager
penetration into the tiny body howling beneath me. My hands held her
arms down, holding her still as she jerked in orgasm, and I hammered
the last few thrusts into the tiny pussy and exploded inside her.
Our bodies convulsed. I collapsed against Summer's tiny frame,
enveloping her underneath me as our chests rubbed slick sweat onto
each other and my cock surged like a fire hose, blasting cum up into
the little pussy wrapped around it. Brain spinning in dizzy ecstasy,
my body shook, crushing her beneath me as I filled her with sticky
juice, patting her hair and kissing her forehead as she thrummed
happily with her own climax. My shudders finally stopped, receding
like distant waves, and I pulled up so she could breath.
My
cock popped regretfully out of the warm haven of her cunt, spilling a
small flood of mixed cum and pussy juices that leaked down onto the
fleece of the Hello Kitty blanket. I rolled off and let Summer cuddle
up to my chest, hugging me happily, face beaming with the fresh
just-fucked smile that looks so good on teen vixens.
I'm not sure how long I held her against me, fingers stroking her
back and hips, before the phone rang. I rolled over to answer it.
"Hey James, I just got home. We had another girl come in so I
was able to leave. I'm coming over to get Summer. If you guys aren't
too busy, that is."
I swore I could hear the smirk in her voice. "Sure um; yeah."
I looked at Summer, drowsing with her eyes closed on the bed, sperm
leaking from her crack. "Come on over." Somehow I got the
yawning girl to sit upright. She giggled, pretending to resist as I
pulled her pajamas on and got her to stand up for her sandals. Her
crotch was a mess, fluid dripping down her legs.
The doorbell rang. Shit. Summer seemed amused at my panicked
actions, stifling another yawn with her hands as I grabbed her things
and began to stuff them in her overnight bag.
The doorbell rang again. Shit. Her blanket had several deposits of
obvious goop on it. I rolled it up tight and stuffed it down at the
bottom of the bag, then hauled Summer to the door. Her hair was a
mess and her pajama pants were twisted to the side, at the waist, and
I tried not to think of the trickles of semen winding their way down
her thighs. I pulled open the door.
"Hi James." Sheila had been reaching for the doorbell
again.
My jaw dropped open in shock. She was stunning, face made up with
pink lipstick and her hair bouncing in shining curls. She must have
come right over, not even bothering to change out of the lacy bra and
garters that she wore for work. The tanned skin and hourglass figure
captured my eyes as she leaned to the side, to hug her daughter, and
the similarities were obvious. Summer would look just like her mother
when she fully matured.
"Thanks so much, James. We really appreciate it." Sheila
tousled her daughter's hair affectionately.
"Come on honey, let's go to bed." She led her daughter
back to her house by the hand, giving me a lovely view of her bare
ass cheeks in the porch light.
Summer was cum-drunk and blissfully grinning.
Tight and
round, the asses jiggled slightly as the mother and daughter walked,
unhampered by the tiny strap of string bikini that ran down the cleft
between them.
My stare followed them, mesmerized at the sight of the luscious
woman and her cum-filled daughter walking across the grass. An urgent
tightness was growing in my pants again, cock rising from the dead,
pointing at the pair of girls like a dowsing rod as they went in
their house. Then I was alone, staring like an idiot, moths flying in
the open doorway. I closed it and went to bed.
I had slept
well into the afternoon, dreams filled with visions of sweet girls
being bent over and stuffed full of cocks until their bellies bulged
with semen. A dim haze still lingered over the world as I sat on my
couch, trying to drive away the grogginess with a third cup of
coffee, at 2 in the afternoon. The memory of my thumping cock gushing
sticky juice into the deep end of Summer's tight pink pussy kept
crashing into my thoughts, scattering them like autumn leaves. I
thought I was still dreaming when I saw Sheila through the side
window, crossing my yard to buzz the doorbell.
"Hey there James." Sheila's admiring smile was a
sunburst on a cloudy day, the kind of warm invitation that could
capture a man's heart or break it in two, effortlessly.
"Hi Sheila." I tried to keep my eyeballs at a polite
height, but they wiggled down her body on their own, admiring the
fringed red crop-top and dropping past her muscled stomach to the
jogging shorts that hugged the athletic curves of her hips.
"I'm glad you're home today, James. Listen, do you want to
come over for a bit?" She cocked her head invitingly.
"You've helped me out twice now and I wanted to say thank you
in person.” I might have stood there forever, staring at her
hips and the shapely tits under the drape of her top, but a synapse
finally fired somewhere in the back of my brain and I shook off the
paralysis.
"I'd love to." I let the storm door shut behind me and
followed her across the lawn to her house.
"Work's been absolutely killer," she said, inviting me
in the door with a wave. "I thought I was sunk when the other
girls quit. I mean, I could take Summer to work. The other girls
absolutely adore her. But somebody would probably harass her sooner
or later."
"Yeah. Glad I could help." I looked around the living
room, admiring the cutesy decorations. Her house was small, like
mine, but the girlish lights and pink love seat gave it a cozy
atmosphere.
"It's rough, you know?" She poured two glasses of wine
and handed one to me, at the kitchen counter.
"Moving to a new neighborhood, no friends for us, nobody to
look after Summer." She sat down on the love seat and beckoned
me to join her.
"I can imagine. " I sipped my wine and tried not to
stare at her tits.
"Little girls can be a handful." She laughed richly.
"Summer's a sweet girl. She doesn't make any trouble. We're
very close." She winked at me and drained her wine glass. "We
do pretty much everything together."
I mulled that over as I emptied my glass.
"I've had to work more this year, and I don't get to see as
much of my daughter as I used to," she sighed. "I want to
cut my hours at the club, but the bills would quickly pile up."
"I know the feeling." I murmured, looking around her
living room again. "It's hard to get ahead. Still, you seem to
have done well enough for yourself."
"I suppose so." She cocked her head at me, smiling
coyly, letting her curls cascade down her shoulder. "Stripping
pays pretty well. But I don't usually get to socialize with the
general public, like joining the PTA or attending church. So I love
to make our home very livable. Here, let me show you around."
It
barely took a minute. The kitchen and living room were tidy, but I
barely spared them a glance. Every time Sheila turned around I
couldn't keep my eyes from squirming up and down her body, from the
sexy top down the graceful curve of her naked back to the firm ass
cheeks straining against the black shorts. She was exquisite, with
friendly eyes and a dazzling smile, her body athletic and tanned like
a sculpture come to life. I had never met such an amazing woman. And
she looked young; I pegged her at about 30, but I couldn't make the
math add up.
"Not much to show," Sheila laughed. "It's as small
as your place. That's the laundry over there, and this is the
bedroom."
"Oh." I was impressed by the lighting and the ceiling
mirrors. As we entered the room, a sultry romantic instrumental
background tune could be heard filling the room's atmosphere.
A few shirts hung out of the dresser drawer and a pair of pink
socks kept vigil by the single large bed. Draped cloth near the
ceiling turned the dim lights an alluring shade of red and gave the
space a snug feeling.
“So,” Sheila began; “What's your story, James.
There are very few good men like you available. Why aren't you
married and raised 6 kids?”
“ I've had a few relationships, but sadly, either careers or
competitors took them from me. My work travel became my therapy
broken heart. Now it's a barrier, keeping me away from the singles
scene.” Then James added; “I really wish I had someone to
come home to.”
Feeling a bit vulnerable, I redirected the topic;" I love the
lighting accents. It's nice. It turns a common room into an
experience."
"Yeah. It is nice." She said as she took my empty wine
glass and set it with hers, on her bedroom dresser. The she reached
out a hand and pushed me squarely in the chest, sending me sprawling
onto my back on the bed.
"I uh; um; " Words babbled stupidly from my mouth as
Sheila straddled me.
"Shush." She grinned seductively, laying a finger on my
lips. "Let a girl show how much she appreciates a guy."
Rubbing her body against my legs, she slowly dropped to her knees on
the carpet, brushing the lump in my jeans with her hand.
I jumped reflexively when she pulled down my zipper and fished
inside, wrapping her fingers around my cock, finding it already
swollen with excitement. "Hmm," she rumbled seductively.
"So this is what it looks like up close." She bent down and
kissed the tip, lovingly; flaring her nostrils and parting her lips
for a brief taste of the crown. "Nice."
My body
shivered, melting on the bed as I surrendered to the captivating feel
of Sheila's expert fingers on my cock shaft. She licked my glans like
a lollipop and then swallowed the head into her mouth to moisten the
whole thing, sucking for a moment until she let me go with a wet pop.
"Ah." Sultry breath washed in a hot wave down my girth.
"So this is what was in my daughter. It still has her scent."
Sheila worked her tongue, adding more juice to the end, then licked
her way down the shaft until my cock was glistening with a light
sheen.
She smacked her lips, looking up at me as she pulled back her
hair, and then a steamy pocket engulfed me as she took me inside. My
fingers curled into the cushions, knuckles turning white as Sheila
began to bob her head, showing her affection to the rigid cock in her
mouth. Saliva ran in slurping rivulets from her lips, oozing down
from the underside of my shaft to pool on the bedding. Her jaw
stretched wider, lips writhing hungrily over the veiny flesh as she
fit another couple of inches inside. A pad of warm friction worked in
loving swipes under the aching flesh, tongue gliding along the stiff
surface, welcoming it into her mouth with gentle laps on the
in-stroke and squeezing it with a tearful goodbye as it departed,
flicking the urethra teasingly before starting again.
Black curls danced a hungry rhythm on her shoulders as her nose
ducked closer and closer to my base, and then my tip bumped up
against a soft resistance: I had reached the back of her throat.
She
held me there, vibrating her mouth with a low moan that buzzed its
way up my cock in ecstatic oscillations.
I was panting wildly already, cock swelling up to the verge of
explosion, and Sheila ran her tongue over me one last time and popped
off the end.
"God, you're a lot bigger than I expected, when you're hard.
How did you even fit inside Summer's pussy?" She buried her nose
against my cock and flared her nostrils, inhaling the musky scent,
then kissed the end. "Don't worry though, I can make you fit
anywhere." She let me go just long enough to reach behind her
back and untie her halter top. The hanging cloth floated to the
ground like light silk, and I stared at Sheila's beautiful tits:
perfectly tanned, light and round, with small nipples peeking
slightly upward from the center of a pair of C cups. She was 100%
natural, with perfect symmetry and a bit of pendulous sway. Even for
a stripper, she didn't need the help. Any man would give his left nut
to cup those globes in his hands. Slime squished between her fingers
as she wrapped them around me and stroked downwards in double fists.
My cock swelled up like a balloon about to pop in her hand, and
she opened up and stuffed her mouth full of it again. The gripping
slide of Sheila's mouth on my cock had boiled my brain so much that I
almost didn't hear the front door open.
Shit, was school out already? "Hi mom. Hi James" Summer
waved at me from the bedroom doorway, nonchalant at the sight of her
mother kneeling against the bed with a man's cock crammed in her
mouth up to the balls. Sheila pulled her head up in a slow motion
until my meat popped out and waved in the air, dripping with gooey
saliva. "Hi honey." Sheila turned around, not bothering to
wipe the spittle dribbling from her mouth. "How was school?"
"It was okay, I guess.
I walked home with Eve."
Summer watched my cock wave in the air as she dropped her pack on the
floor and reached back to pull the scrunchy off her ponytail.
"Good. It's pretty hot outside honey. Why don't you take a
shower while I finish
37 min
July 31 Neighbor's Juicy Daughter: Part 1
Neighbor’s Juicy Daughter: Part 1.
The new neighbor girl takes an interest in me.
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Introduction:
Sheila, the gorgeous young woman that had moved in next to my
place, peeking over the fence at me.
"Hi there!" For a moment I thought the watered-down piss
that passed for my beer had gone to my head, but it was only Sheila,
the gorgeous young woman that had moved in next to my place, peeking
over the fence at me. My muscles groaned in protest as I got up from
my deck chair. The construction worksite had kept me all day, moving lumber until
my back was breaking. All I wanted to do when I got home was rest,
but sometimes you had to make sacrifices when your ultra fuckable
neighbor wanted to talk to you. I crossed the lawn to the fence.
"Hi Sheila." I wasn't too tired to smile, or to
appreciate the pretty face and the long, dark hair that she was
hastily tying back into a ponytail. It was too bad the wooden slats
hid her body below the chest, but I had had plenty of chances to admire it
since she moved in. Our houses were close together near the fence,
and the windows looked into each other.
"Hey look I have to ask you for a favor, and I'm really
sorry." Her tits bounced tantalizingly as she tied the strap
around her hair. "Work called. They need me to come in, like
right now. Long story is; One of the girls quit and my boss said if I
don't fill in we'll lose out on a big crowd whose in town for a
teamsters union convention. It'll put us under quota for the 3rd
month, and the owners might close the location putting us all out of
work. I have to save my job."
"Sounds like a jerk." I muttered.
Sheila was a stripper. I had wondered if I should wander down to
her place some night to get a better look at her, but figured it
might get weird. She had only moved in a couple weeks ago. I didn't
want her to think I was too much of a pervert.
"Yeah well, he is a jerk. But the job pays the bills."
Sheila was bouncing on her feet nervously.
"There's no way I'll be able to get a babysitter for Summer."
Summer is an interesting dichotomy. Her father father died in a
tragic auto accident when she was 6. Summer barely survived. The head
trauma included a major concussion, permanent amnesia, and reset her
brain to that of a 2 year old.
She just turned 18, but has the innocence of a 14 year old. While
she rediscovers life with her 8th grade special needs classmates, her
body is as sensual as her mother's exotic dancer physique.
"Can you look after her? Just until I get off work I mean. I hate to ask
but I don't have any other options. If you can help me out I'd be
Really grateful."
My house wasn't exactly set up to be a
daycare, but I had never been the kind of man that could say no when
a needy girl blinked her eyes at me. It beat watching the ball game
until I fell asleep.
"Okay, sure; "
"Thanks so much she'll be right over thanks again!" She
called over her shoulder as she hurried back inside. The sports bra
and tight shorts were a nice parting gift: athletic thighs, a tight
ass, trim stomach. Sheila was a knockout. She probably made tons of
money stripping.
I had barely made it back inside myself when the doorbell rang. I
opened it to see Sheila and her little girl, Summer, a rosy-cheeked
teenage girl with a winning smile.
"Okay hon; momma's gonna go to work. Don't worry." She
finished zipping an overnight bag and shoved it into her daughter's
hands.
"You have your pajamas and toothbrush and everything you need
in here. Be a good girl and do what James says, okay sweetie?"
It was a bit odd to see a beautiful young mother talk to an 18
year old like she was still a child. Summer's countenance, very naive
and trusting; helped my remember that the girl's intellect, as well
as her mental and emotional development was four years retarded.
"Okay mom." Summer was a sweet little thing in a green
dress with spaghetti straps and long brown hair held back by a pink
headband with a little fake rose on it. Her mom crushed her into a
bearhug and then dashed out the door. We stood in the hallway
awkwardly for a second. I had only seen the girl once before, but she
was even cuter up close, with a sunny face and high cheekbones
framing rounded cheeks and girlish dimples. She was already every bit
as pretty as her mother. It was also not lost on me that Summer grew
up without a father in her life. It was a void that I soon found very
pertinent in Summer's disposition and social adjustment.
"Hi
Mr. Johnson," she said, smiling bashfully.
"Hi Summer. It's nice to meet you." I smiled. "Sorry
your mom had to run out so suddenly."
"Oh it's okay; she does this sometimes." Summer looked
down and pushed my rug with her toe experimentally.
"Usually I just watch tv."
"Well you're welcome to watch anything you want here. I have
a huge one. A huge tv, I mean." I mentally slapped myself.
"I'll make some dinner too. Do you like hamburgers?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I grill them myself. I won a hamburger cook-off once,
so I think you'll like them. Here, let me show you around." I
gave her the 30-second tour. Bathroom, both bedrooms, kitchen, living
room.
"Oh My Gosh! Oh My Gosh! You Have An Xbox! Can I Play With It
Please, Please!" Summer's outburst rattled my eardrums as she
practically cartwheeled onto the couch.
"Sure you can play with it," I laughed. "We both
can." I got the controllers and we plopped ourselves onto the
cushions.
"Humph, you're going down!" She threatened. And I did,
getting stomped repeatedly in Rocket League. We switched to Super
Monkey Ball, and I fared even worse.
"Jeez Summer, go
easy on me," I panted. She was riding the edge of the couch,
holding her controller with a furiously determined expression on her
face. Her firm full tits bounced with her hyper-active expressions.
"Pift, go easy, no way!" She tilted her controller and my
monkey hurtled off the track into an abyss. "Hah, gotcha! I
win!"
I collapsed back onto the cushions in defeat, while she exulted,
hands thrown in the air with fingers twirling.
"Nah nah nah nah; hey hey aye, good bye." Her little
bubble ass gyrated on the couch as she sing-songed her victory.
"Sheesh," I muttered. Emasculated in my own my living
room. The microwave beeped in the kitchen; the burgers I had thawed
out were ready.
"Stay put, you." I poked her in the thigh with my
controller. "I'll get the food."
Summer wolfed down her burgers until she was stuffed full of meat
and gave a girlish belch. I piled our plates onto the coffee table
and laid back on the couch, and Summer plopped her head against me.
"Hey, sorry. Guess I wasn't very nice."
"Oh, it's okay. Don't worry about it." I was a bit
distracted by the soft head snuggling against my chest.
"Ours broke a while back, so I've missed it. Mom says I get
too excited when I play. Hey let's try Left 4 Dead! We can do
co-op."
I switched games and we readied ourselves for
zombie slaughter.
Summer covered my back while I took on the main force of un-dead,
mowing them down with assault rifles and grenades. We made a pretty
good team.
Summer had squeezed herself into the crook of my arm and made
herself comfortable, and the warm body felt great pressed up against
me. She was a pretty small girl, with a thin frame and just the right
of plump roundness to her shoulders and ass. Her hair smelled like
peaches, an airy, innocent scent like a hint of a coming spring. I
couldn't help looking down: her green dress drooped slightly,
revealing the upper slopes of her cleavage and an enticing darkness
underneath.
Waves of zombies fell before us, body parts flying with each
detonation of my grenade launcher. Summer was clearing the side
rooms.
I rubbed her neck with the crook of my arm, getting comfortable. A
warm, fuzzy feeling was building up on my insides, a pleasant
tightness that I hadn't felt in a while. My head was tilting, feeling
her hair against my cheek. The sun had set, leaving my living room in
darkness, and we were washed with blue light from the television.
Maybe I could lean back a bit more, pull her a bit closer and; And
what? Idiot. I banished the thought and tried to ignore the
uncomfortable pressing feeling in my pants. "
Ah! Hey, help!" Summer had been cornered by a hulking
monstrosity while I was distracted. It pressed her against the wall
and prepared to munch on her brains.
"Hang on Summer." I turned around and sprayed bullets at
the zombies advancing behind me.
"I'm coming!" I had to slip through and duck into the
side room where she was caught. Switched my character to the axe, I
swung heavily, driving the creature back with meaty thwacks until I
tore its head off and it dropped.
Summer was pushing against
me with her legs, jerking slightly as she pounded her controller,
struggling to keep the undead at bay. The light silk of her dress
rustled under my arm where it was resting on her chest.
"Yes!" I crowed. "Take that!" But we had
fallen too far behind, and the relentless waves of aggressive undead
flooded into the room, ripping us to pieces. Summer's health was low
and she died, and I was torn apart a few seconds later. Blood poured
down the screen.
"Well we Almost made it to the helicopter." Summer
huffed.
"If I had another molotov I could have killed that boomer."
"Yeah; almost made it." Sweat beaded my forehead as
Summer wiggled against me to get comfortable again. I let my arm move
lower down until it rested against against her tummy, enjoying the
smooth feeling. Summer exploded.
"Oh My Gosh You Have Dance Central!" She leaped off the
couch and almost took me with her.
"Mom used to have this! It's like so much fun and so cool!
Put it on!" I switched games and started it up, wincing as I was
greeted by the pulsing beat of a crooning boy-band.
"Okay
so;" Summer was standing in front of the couch, arms held out
from her hips as if she needed to center herself. "You have to
promise me something."
"Sure."
"Promise!" I laughed. "I promise, Summer."
"Promise you won't laugh."
I poked her in the shoulder. "Hey, I'm not going to laugh at
you. Go nuts." The firm sensation in my pants grew to an
uncomfortable bulge as I watched a teenage girl shake her hips to the
rhythm of the songs. She was good; her mother had probably taught
her.
She stepped to the side and thrust her hip out, smacking it with
her hand, and did the same on the other side, alternating faster as
the beat thumped along on an accelerating tempo.
My cock flexed against my jeans, surging with blood like it was
going to burst, and I wondered if the Kinect would register its slow
strangling as motion.
Summer threw her hands in the air, dropped them low with palms
outspread, raised and lowered and threw them wide before twisting in
a tight circle that sent the hem of her dress flaring. I gulped. Pink
panties, hidden in the little cleft between her legs, barely visible
in the washed-out light.
My eyes couldn't help themselves:
they roamed over the tight curves of the busty teenage girl ,
admiring her cute globes of her round ass, the graceful legs and
thighs, the womanly hips that worked back and forth in thrusting
rhythms. Her dress was short, indecently short for a girl her age,
but I wasn't complaining. The view worked my groin into a mounting
mass that bubbled like a volcano about to erupt.
The song ended. She scored five gold stars and the screen exploded
with fireworks and confetti.
"Yes!" Summer bounced on her toes, giving me another
show from behind. A light sheen of tiny droplets beaded her shoulders
and arms, twinkling blue as they rolled down the curves of her body.
"I got it!" She twirled around. "Hey did you see?"
I swallowed.
"I; yeah I saw." I looked for a way out, an escape, an
ejection button. "Hey, how about some ice cream? We can watch a
movie too."
"Sure!" Summer flopped bonelessly onto the couch. I
stood up, delicately, trying to keep my cock from splintering like
glass on the fabric of my jeans. The freezer blasted me with
antarctic air. For a moment I contemplated sticking myself inside. It
might help, might keep my cock from bulging with excitement for the
tight body of the girl on my couch. She wasn't the only one who was
sweating. I had regained some control of myself by the time I
returned to the living room with two bowls of ice cream. Summer
accepted hers with a smile, lounging against a pillow with her slim
legs pulled up under her. She had already found the remote and was
paging through my cable subscriptions.
"Hmm; nope; nope; nope. Hey what's this one under your
favorites? The Professional? Can we watch that." "Um; uh; "
I fumbled for the remote but she held it out of my reach, smirking.
"No. Pick something else."
"Fine! Okay I want a horror movie. Evil Dead. This looks
freaky." I sighed, surrendering. The remake actually wasn't too
bad. A predictably haunted fog rolled in and un-dead began to rise
from the ground right on schedule. Summer sprawled against her
pillow, yawning, right up until a ghoul screamed its way through the
window and grabbed the heroine. The girl shrieked in fright and
grabbed my arm like a life preserver, hugging tighter every time
another vicious creature came onto the screen.
I wrapped my
arm around her and let her cuddle close, enjoying the sweet,
intoxicating quality that a girl always has when pressed up against
you. Her eyes reflected the light of the television, twin stars
shining whenever the picture turned white. She was mesmerizing, head
tucked close to her arms as she huddled against my side, a beautiful
little lady on the cusp of sensuality just like the flower on her
headband.
I let my fingers trail down the back of her dress, feeling the
delicious curves under the cloth as they rounded the slopes of her
ass and came up against the fringe of the skirt. The heroine stalked
down a hall with a knife, surrounded by darkness and menacing
whispers. The door at the end was soaked with blood. She stepped
lightly, closer, closer still, and reached for the handle. We both
jumped and screamed when the coffee table buzzed angrily. I reached
out and picked up my phone.
The caller ID said Sheila.
"Hey James, I just got on break. How's Summer doing?"
"Great. We're doing great. We played together, I mean uh, we
played XBox, and ate. Food, I mean. Uh; " I babbled nervously,
pulling my hands guiltily off Summer. "Yeah she's really fine. I
mean uh, she's good. She played a dancing game on the XBox and now
we're watching a movie."
"Okay that's great." Sheila sounded amused. "I have
to work for a few more hours. Did you say she was dancing? She
probably got sweaty. Can you give her a bath and make sure she gets
into her pajamas? That way she'll be ready for bed when I get home."
"Oh okay, yeah I'll do that."
"Thanks so much. I knew I could count on you. Have fun."
Sheila hung up.
"Was that mom?"
"Yeah. She says it's bath time." I said, patting her
shoulder.
"Come on let's go." It took a minute for the shower to
warm up. I held my hand under the head until it was comfortable, then
turned up the spray and pulled the sheet across.
"Okay
pumpkin. There ya go."
Summer was sitting on the plastic bench by the door, grinning at
me. She held out her foot. I helped her get her shoes off, dropping
them next to the bathmat, then pulled off her socks. 10 wiggling
little toes greeted me. The pink headband with its pretty flower was
next, and her charm bracelet topped the pile. She stood up. I prayed
she didn't notice the tent in my pants.
"There ya go," I cleared my throat. "It's all
warmed up for you." I waited for her to move away from the door,
but she raised her arms over her head expectantly.
"What?"
"What?" she repeated, bemused at my dumbfounded
expression. "Help me with my dress, silly." Hands shaking,
I reached out and pulled the satiny summer dress up over her head,
revealing her panties, her curving hips and smooth tummy, the sweet
field of mounds, and the cleavage between, covered by a plain white
cotton and spandex blend brazier. skin sweeping up her chest, pink
nipples poking from the under the white plain stretch knit fabric;
like lonely peaks.
Her body was amazing, an innocent bud of girlish sweetness and
light curves on the cusp of flowering into the feminine vibrancy of a
young woman. I bent down and grabbed her pink panties at the waist,
pulling them down over her full hips and slender legs, revealing the
tiny slit hidden in the valley between her trimmed fur and pink lips.
"Okay, now you." Summer gestured at my shirt and jeans.
I was still on my knees on the bathmat, afraid that my manhood would
rip itself apart if I tried to stand up.
"Summer, I think, uh;" "Don't be silly." The
naked girl put her hands on her hips, frowning disapprovingly. "It's
shower time. We have to wash each other. Here, I'll help."
I
let her pull my shirt up and over my arms. Summer wasn't embarrassed
by her own nakedness, but she seemed slightly cowed by my muscled
chest. I stood up and got my pants down somehow, cock tugging at my
underwear before springing free to lash about hungrily. Summer pulled
the curtain open.
"Come on," she beckoned. "Before it gets cold."
I followed her into the shower, and let the spray wash over us,
heart thumping like a drum. The soap squirted from my hands 4 times
before I could work it into a lather. Summer held her arms up, eyes
closed, rinsing her long hair in the water, letting it cascade down
the slopes of her naked body. She wasn't at all concerned about the 8
inch cock waving about at her eye level. I longed for the freezer
again.
"Okay, turn around and I'll do your back," I gulped.
She faced the wall, giving me the gorgeous view of her naked
backside, water cascading down her spine like a mountain stream and
running into the cleft between her ass cheeks. The steam was fogging
up the bathroom, fogging up my brain, stirring it into a dizzy haze
of hungry lust. My hands worked on their own, rubbing down Summer's
back, scrubbing it clean until they ended at the soft globes beneath,
then grabbing the moist flesh and massaging it in wide circles.
She
turned again, and I began on her front, spreading the suds across her
chest, massaging it in, lingering on the perfect nipples. She giggled
when I pinched them instinctively, smiling and wiggling her hips
suggestively. God, she was amazing, like an angel from heaven, pure
and unblemished, brimming with latent sexual energy.
“I'll kneel so you can shampoo my hair” Summer
declared.
My erect cock bulged a few inches in front of her lips, and her
eyes followed it, mesmerized. She reached out and set it bouncing,
laughing as the turgid organ flapped in the air. She was right there,
smiling impishly, her mouth a few inches from my manhood. So fucking
close.
Summer grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed some out, then
began shampooing my bushy pubic area without saying a word.. Finally,
she curiously fondled and probed my cock and balls, much like a
college biology student might investigate an exotic life form.
“I love your amazing body, Mr. Johnson.” Summer said;
as I struggled to live in denial that my jewels were the delight of a
sexy young woman.
Somehow, I managed to clean the rest of her, the autonomic part of
my brain chugging along while the rest floated dreamily in the clouds
of steam. I turned off the water and we got out, and I dried us both
with a towel, giving extra attention to her chest and the tempting
area between her legs.
"Your uh; your;
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July 31 Milf Swim Instructions: Part 2

Milf Swim Instructions: Part 2.
Jake goes back to Stacy's home, but is welcomed
at the door by John's mom, Beth,
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The next day Jake was eager to be
there exactly at noon. He barely succeeds.
The door swung open
before Jake's knuckles even grazed the wood; as if someone had been
waiting just on the other side. He blinked against the sudden
sunlight refracted through the glass, his eager grin faltering when
Beth's amused smirk greeted him instead of Stacy's hungry gaze.
The
brass knocker was still swinging when Beth leaned against the door
frame, her hip cocked in a way that made her sundress ride up just
enough to show the tan line where her bikini usually sat. "Wrong
door, Jake," she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she
nodded toward the identical ranch-style house next door. "Chris
lives that way." Her sandal tapped against the welcome mat;
Stacy & Chris in cursive letters that suddenly looked
accusatory.
Jake's cheeks burned hotter than the midday sun.
"I;" His throat clicked shut when Beth's gaze dropped to
his clenched fists, the knuckles white around the rolled-up beach
towel he'd brought as an excuse. “Will there be another
swimming lesson? “
Beth's laughter was bright and
knowing, her manicured fingers fluttering toward his shoulder like
she might pat him. "Relax, champ. Stacy's getting groceries;
should be back any minute." Her eyes flicked past him to the
empty driveway, then back with deliberate slowness. "John's
already at the pool though. You could..." She trailed off
meaningfully, her bare toes curling against the welcome mat.
Jake's
pulse thudded in his ears. The chlorine scent from the backyard pool
mixed with Beth's coconut sunscreen; same brand as Stacy's, but
somehow sharper. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth when Beth,
who is John's mom shifted her weight, the thin cotton of her dress
clinging to damp patches under her arms. She'd been swimming
too.
Jake stumbled forward after Beth unexpectedly gave him a
little ass slap, the playful sting lingering on his skin like a
brand. Her laughter followed him; bright and knowing; as he blinked
against the afternoon sun baking the garden path. Beth's voice curled
after him, teasing yet weighted: "Stacy mentioned you're a quick
learner."
The words slithered down Jake's spine, pooling
low in his gut. He glanced back to find Beth leaning against the door
frame, one hand braced above her head in a posture eerily reminiscent
of Stacy's lazy dominance. Her sundress rode up higher now, revealing
the scalloped edge of a bikini bottom that matched the one he'd
peeled off Stacy with his teeth yesterday. The sight knocked the
breath from his lungs.
"Go see John at the pool, Tarzan.
He won't be needing swimming lessons anymore. We learned him every
swimming trick in the book.
Beth's sandals slapped against the
patio tiles as she followed him toward the backyard, her steps
unhurried. Jake's pulse hammered in his throat when her fingers
suddenly brushed the small of his back; a fleeting touch that burned
through his thin t-shirt. "Careful," she murmured, her
breath warm against his ear as she reached past him to unlatch the
gate. "Deck's slippery from the sprinklers." Her tits
pressed against his shoulder blade for one dizzying second before she
pulled away, leaving him swaying slightly on his feet.
The
gate swung open to reveal John sprawled across a lounger; not by the
pool, but beneath the shade of the oak tree where Stacy had pinned
Jake yesterday. John's trunks were conspicuously dry, his skin
glistening with what smelled unmistakably like coconut sunscreen. He
didn't even glance up from his phone as Jake approached, just lifted
a lazy hand in greeting while his other massaged something beneath
the waistband of his swim shorts.
Jake's breath hitched when
Beth's fingers trailed down his spine; too deliberate to be
accidental; as she brushed past him toward the lounger where John
sprawled. The scent of coconut and chlorine clung to the air, thick
enough to taste. Beth sank onto the edge of the lounger with a sigh,
her sundress riding up to reveal the same scalloped bikini bottoms
Stacy had worn yesterday. Jake's pulse stuttered when she casually
draped a leg over John's lap, her toes flexing against his
thigh.
John finally looked up from his phone, his smirk
widening as he took in Jake's frozen posture. "Dude," he
drawled, shifting slightly beneath Beth's weight, "you look like
you've seen a ghost. Or..." His fingers tightened around
whatever he'd been palming beneath his waistband, and his grin turned
wolfish. "Something better."
Jake's throat went dry
as Beth's fingers curled around John's wrist, guiding his hand from
beneath his trunks with deliberate slowness. The sunscreen-slick
movement made Jake's pulse stutter; too familiar, too practiced.
John's cock sprang free, thick and flushed in the dappled sunlight,
glistening with the same coconut-scented slickness that still clung
to Jake's skin from yesterday.
"Jesus," Jake
breathed, his trunks tightening uncomfortably as Beth's fingertips
trailed up John's shaft with proprietary ease. The sight shouldn't
have been erotic; his best friend's mom handling her own son,,his
friend like a well-used toy; but the way her thumb swirled over the
leaking tip mirrored Stacy's motions so precisely it made his knees
weak.
The screen door slammed with enough force to make all
three of them jump. Stacy stood framed in the sunlight, grocery bags
dangling from one hand while the other braced against her cocked hip.
The hem of her cutoff shorts rode dangerously high as she surveyed
the tableau; Beth's fingers still curled around John's erection, Jake
frozen mid-step with his towel slipping off his shoulder.
"Don't
you start any swimming lesson without me, Beth," Stacy purred,
her sandals clicking against the patio tiles as she advanced. "You
know better than that." The grocery bags hit the deck with a
thud, revealing twin bottles of coconut sunscreen rolling across the
concrete.
Beth's laugh was unrepentant as she squeezed John's
length, making him buck against her palm. "Just keeping him
warmed up for you, sweetheart." Her thumb swiped lazily over the
flushed head, collecting a bead of precum that she brought to her
lips with deliberate slowness.
Jake's breath hitched when
Stacy stepped between him and the lounger, her back pressing against
his chest as she plucked Beth's hand away from John's cock. The scent
of her; sun-warmed skin and chlorine and something darker; flooded
his senses. Her fingers tangled with Beth's, both women's hands
glistening with John's arousal as Stacy brought their joined fingers
to her mouth.
Stacy's tongue darted out first; pink and
wicked; licking a slow stripe up Beth's fingers where they were still
tangled with hers. Jake's stomach lurched as he watched John's precum
smear across both women's lips when they leaned in, mouths meeting in
a kiss that was more teeth than tenderness. The sound of their wet,
open-mouthed laughter vibrated through his chest where Stacy still
pressed against him.
"Endurance training starts now,"
Stacy murmured against Beth's mouth, her free hand reaching back to
fist in Jake's borrowed swim trunks. The elastic waistband dug into
his hipbones as she yanked him forward, his hardening cock pressing
against the small of her back through the thin fabric. Beth's
answering grin was all sharp edges as she released John's
still-twitching length, her fingers leaving glistening trails down
his abs.
John and his own mom; Jake's thoughts stuttered to a
halt as the realization crashed over him like a rogue wave. The way
Beth's fingers moved along John's cock with practiced familiarity,
the proprietary way she swiped her thumb through the precum beading
at his tip; none of this was new. The scent of coconut sunscreen
mixed with chlorine suddenly made sense in a way that tightened
Jake's gut.
Stacy turned with a predator's grace, her fingers
hooking into Jake's borrowed trunks before he could process the
implications. The elastic waistband snapped against his hips and then
she yanked them down in one fluid motion, his half-hard cock
springing free into the humid afternoon air. "Eyes on me,
sweetheart," she murmured, her palm enveloping him with
sun-warmed certainty before he could glance back at the tangled mess
of limbs on the lounger.
The first stroke wrangled a gasp from
Jake’s throat before he could process the absurdity of the
scene; Beth’s manicured fingers wrapped around John’s
cock with the same practiced ease Stacy had used on him yesterday.
The air thickened with coconut oil and salt as Beth leaned in, her
tongue darting out to catch the bead of precum trembling at her son’s
tip. Jake’s hips jerked forward into Stacy’s grip
involuntarily, his brain short-circuiting when John groaned; not in
embarrassment, but in familiar pleasure.
"Mom; fuck;"
John’s head thudded back against the lounger, his thighs
spreading wider as Beth’s thumb pressed into his frenulum. The
wet sound of her lips closing around him made Jake’s balls
tighten, Stacy’s fingers mirroring the rhythm on his own aching
length.
Jake's knees buckled when Stacy twisted her wrist on
an upstroke; the exact same motion she'd used to wreck him yesterday;
just as Beth hollowed her cheeks around John's cock with a wet,
obscene pop. The lounger creaked dangerously beneath their combined
weight, the scent of sex thick enough to taste. Stacy's thumb swiped
over Jake's leaking tip, her fingers tightening just enough to make
his vision blur at the edges.
"Watch closely," she
breathed against his ear, her free hand guiding his chin toward the
tangled mess of limbs on the lounger. Beth's sundress had slipped off
one shoulder, the fabric pooling around her waist as she straddled
John's thighs. Her fingers worked his shaft with the same lazy,
knowing strokes Stacy had taught Jake by the pool; thumb swirling
over the head on every third pass, just like clockwork.
The
lounger groaned beneath John’s writhing hips as Beth’s
tongue flicked up the underside of his cock; slow, teasing strokes
that made Jake’s own pulse throb where Stacy’s fingers
tightened around him. A bead of precum dripped onto Beth’s
wrist, glistening in the dappled sunlight before she lifted her gaze
to Jake. Her lips curled around John’s tip as she swallowed him
deeper, the wet suction audible even over the cicadas humming in the
oak tree.
“See how she takes him?” Stacy murmured,
her breath scalding Jake’s ear as her thumb pressed into his
slit. “No teeth. Just warm, wet pressure.” Her fingers
sped up, matching Beth’s rhythm stroke for stroke. Jake’s
thighs trembled when Stacy suddenly dropped to her knees in front of
him, her free hand pushing his hips back against the patio wall. “Now
watch mommy’s mouth.”
Jake's breath hitched when
Stacy's lips hovered inches from his throbbing cock, her breath hot
against the flushed skin. "Mommy's sweet boy," she
murmured, the words curling around him like smoke. His hips jerked
forward involuntarily, his cock bumping against her bottom lip;
leaving a glistening smear of precum on the plush flesh.
"My
mom would for sure never do this!" Jake whispered hoarsely, his
fingers tangling in Stacy's sun-bleached hair. The contrast between
her maternal tone and the filthy way her tongue darted out to lick
his tip made his knees wobble.
Stacy pulled back just enough
to smirk up at him, her thumb circling the base of his cock with
deliberate pressure. "Don't be so sure about that, stallion,"
she purred, her breath warm against his leaking slit. The pet name
sent another pulse of precum dribbling down his shaft; right onto her
waiting tongue. "You'd be surprised what moms do when their boys
come home all grown up."
A strangled noise escaped Jake's
throat as Beth's wet moans carried across the patio; the slick,
rhythmic sounds of her mouth working John's cock drowning out the
cicadas. Stacy's fingers tightened around Jake's hipbones when he
tried to glance toward the lounger, forcing his gaze back to her
pink, parted lips hovering inches from his erection.
Jake's
cock twitched violently against Stacy's lower lip as another thick
string of precum oozed from his flushed tip; the translucent fluid
catching the sunlight like molten pearl before splashing across her
tongue. She hummed approvingly, swirling the salty-sweet liquid
around her mouth with theatrical relish before swallowing with an
exaggerated moan that vibrated against his shaft.
"Mmm,
just as sweet as yesterday," Stacy purred, her fingers kneading
Jake's trembling inner thighs while her other hand stroked him
slowly. Her thumb pressed into the sensitive spot beneath his
cockhead, coaxing another glistening droplet to the surface. "Look
at you;" She darted forward to lick the fresh bead away, her
lips smacking obscenely. "; still so eager after last
time."
Beth's sudden laughter cut through the humid air
like a whip crack. "Swap!" she called from the lounger, her
voice breathless around John's cock. She pulled off with a wet pop
that made Jake's hips jerk forward involuntarily. "I wanna have
a new taste!"
Jake's stomach lurched as Beth shoved
herself off John's lap; her sundress hanging open to reveal tits
glistening with sunscreen and her son's spit. She stumbled the first
step, her thighs slick where she'd been grinding against John's hip,
before righting herself with predatory grace. The discarded bikini
bottoms; identical to Stacy's; clung to her damp folds as she crossed
the patio in three long strides.
Stacy's lips brushed the
weeping tip of Jake's cock in a chaste, teasing kiss before pulling
away with a smirk. "Mommy needs to share," she purred,
licking the taste of him from her lips as she swayed backward on her
heels. The sudden absence of her warmth left Jake swaying on his
feet; until Beth's manicured fingers closed around his shaft, her
touch instantly hotter, tighter than Stacy's had been.
Beth's
laughter curled around him like smoke as she dropped to her knees
where Stacy had been moments before. "Don't look so nervous,
sweetheart," she murmured, her breath ghosting over his flushed
skin. Jake's hips jerked when her tongue darted out; not to lick, but
to collect a stray droplet of precum that had trailed down his
length. The wet stripe of sensation made his thighs tremble.
Behind
them, Stacy's sandals clicked against the patio tiles in a slow,
rhythmic tap that matched the pulse throbbing in Jake's cock. She
moved with liquid grace; hips swaying, fingers trailing along her own
collarbone as she approached the lounger where John sprawled. The
slide of her tank top over sun-warmed skin was the only warning
before she peeled it off with one fluid motion, tossing it toward the
pool where it landed with a wet slap.
John's groan vibrated
through the humid air as Stacy hooked her thumbs into the waistband
of her shorts. The denim slid down her thighs with agonizing
slowness, revealing the red bikini bottoms Jake had peeled away with
his teeth yesterday. They clung to her damp folds as she stepped out
of the shorts, one foot braced against the lounger between John's
spread legs.
Beth's fingers tightened around Jake's shaft just
enough to make his breath hitch. "Eyes on me, baby," she
purred, her tongue swirling around his tip in lazy circles. The wet
heat of her mouth was a brand against his oversensitive skin, pulling
another helpless twitch from his cock. Behind her, the lounger
creaked dangerously as Stacy straddled John's lap; her bare back to
them, the strings of her bikini top already undone.
The scent
of sex thickened the air as Beth took Jake's cock in her mouth, her
lips stretching around his girth with practiced ease. He never had a
blowjob before, and this is john's mom doing it right here, right
now. A moan vibrated against his shaft when her nose pressed into the
coarse curls at his base; the sound muffled but unmistakably pleased.
Jake's fingers tangled in her hair automatically, the silken strands
slipping through his grip like water.
The bikini bottoms hit
the concrete with a wet slap, and Jake's breath caught in his throat
as Stacy arched her back; slow, deliberate; letting the afternoon
sunlight glint off her dripping folds. She hooked two fingers into
herself with a satisfied hum, spreading her swollen lips for John's
hungry gaze before dragging her slickness up to circle one peaked
nipple.
"Hmm;" John's voice cracked as Stacy swung
one leg over his face, her thighs framing his cheeks with the ease of
someone who'd done this a hundred times before. She didn't sink down
immediately, just hovered there; taunting; while her fingers trailed
down her neighbor's son's chest to wrap around his leaking cock. The
wink she threw Jake sent blood rushing south so fast he swayed on his
feet.
Beth's fingers curled tighter around Jake's shaft; an
unspoken command; just as her tongue flattened against his leaking
tip. The sudden pressure wrenched a gasp from his throat before he
could process the absurdity of her lips stretching around his cock
while her own son groaned beneath Stacy's thighs just feet away. Her
nails scraped lightly down his inner thigh, the sharp sting grounding
him even as her mouth engulfed him deeper; hotter; than Stacy ever
had yesterday.
Jake's knees buckled when Beth hollowed her
cheeks unexpectedly, the wet suction pulling another pulse of precum
from his throbbing slit. She moaned around him; actually moaned; as
she swallowed it down, her manicured fingers kneading his balls with
possessive familiarity. The lounger creaked violently behind them as
Stacy finally sank onto John's face, her thighs clamping around his
ears while her hand worked his cock in brutal counterpoint to Beth's
rhythm.
Beth's fingernails dug into Jake's hips as she took
him deeper than he thought possible; her throat fluttering around his
cock in hot, rhythmic pulses that made his vision blur at the edges.
The wet gagging sounds vibrated through his shaft as she pulled back
just enough to swirl her tongue around his frenulum, then plunged
down again with relentless hunger. Jake's fingers convulsed in her
hair when her nose pressed flush against his abdomen, the slick pop
of her lips releasing him only to swallow him whole again sending
electric shocks down his spine.
Across the patio, Stacy's
thighs trembled where they bracketed John's face; her cunt dripping
onto his tongue with every slow, deliberate rock of her hips. The
obscene squelch of her folds against his mouth synced perfectly with
the wet slurps coming from Beth's throat as she bobbed on Jake's
cock. Stacy's hand worked John's shaft in tight, twisting strokes
that made his hips jerk off the lounger; his precum smearing across
her knuckles with every upward tug.
Jake's vision swam as
Beth's throat convulsed around his cock; each desperate swallow
sending ripples of pleasure up his spine. He watched, mesmerized, as
Stacy lifted her glistening fingers from John's shaft and brought
them to her lips with deliberate slowness. Her tongue darted out to
lick the smear of precum from her knuckles, eyes locked on Jake as
she sucked each digit clean with theatrical relish.
Then she
lunged.
John's choked cry mingled with the wet slap of Stacy's
lips enveloping his cock in one fluid motion; her cheeks hollowing
instantly as she took him deep. Jake's hips jerked forward
involuntarily at the sight, his cock sliding deeper down Beth's
throat until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis. The vibration
of her gagging moan traveled straight to his balls.
Beth
pulled back just enough to gasp; her lips slick and swollen; before
plunging down again with renewed hunger. Jake's fingers tightened in
her hair as he started rocking forward, fucking her throat in shallow
thrusts that made her eyes water. Across from them, Stacy's head
bobbed with frenzied intensity, her hand working the base of John's
shaft in tight twists whenever her lips pulled back.
Jake's
thighs tensed with the telltale tightening of imminent release, his
fingers instinctively gripping Beth's hair tighter as he choked out a
warning. "Gonna; Beth, I'm cumming;" The words came out
ragged, barely coherent between panting breaths. Beth's answer
55 min
July 30 Milf Swim Instructions: Part 1
Milf Swim Instructions: Part 1.
My friend's mom offers me swim lessons.
Based on a post by SIR__CUMALOT
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Introduction:
Stacy is a petite milf and her son's
best friend is hanging around at her garden pool. The shy boy admits
he can't swim. Stacy offers to give him some private swimming
lessons.
The chlorine smell always brought her
back to that summer job at sixteen; lifeguarding at the municipal
pool, watching teenage boys cannonball into the deep end with more
enthusiasm than skill. Stacy hadn’t thought about those days in
years, not until now, with her son’s friend hovering at the
edge of her pool like a nervous heron. He walked in 15 minutes ago
not knowing Chris wasn't around, or did he?
"You gonna
stand there all day, Jake?" she called from the lounge chair,
lowering her sunglasses just enough to watch him shift his weight
from foot to foot. The kid was tall, lean, all elbows and knees
stuffed into borrowed swim trunks that hung a little too loose on his
hips.
Jake’s fingers twitched at his sides, his gaze
darting between the shimmering water and Stacy’s amused smirk.
"I, uh; never really learned how to swim," he admitted,
scratching the back of his neck. The confession came out in a rush,
like he’d been holding it in all afternoon. "My dad always
said he’d teach me, but…" He trailed off, shrugging
as if it didn’t matter, but the way his shoulders hunched told
a different story.
Stacy pushed herself up from the lounge
chair, the sun warming her bare shoulders as she crossed the patio
toward him. "Well, today’s your lucky day," she said,
her voice softening just enough to take the edge off his
embarrassment. She stopped a foot away, close enough to see the faint
flush creeping up his chest. "First lesson: nobody drowns in
four feet of water. Not on my watch." She dipped a toe into the
pool, sending ripples fanning out toward him. "Come on. I won’t
let go until you say so."
The water was cooler than Jake
expected when Stacy finally coaxed him in, her fingers wrapped around
his wrist like a promise. He flinched, then laughed; nervous,
high-pitched; as his feet found the textured bottom of the pool.
"See?" Stacy murmured, stepping back just enough to let him
feel the buoyancy without panic. "Not so scary." Her
sundress clung to her thighs where the water kissed the fabric,
turning the pale yellow material translucent. Jake's gaze flickered
downward, then snapped back up, his ears burning.
They started
with the basics; how to float, how to kick, how to cup his hands just
right to push the water behind him. Stacy’s palms slid along
his back, his stomach, guiding him with a firmness that left no room
for hesitation. "You’re overthinking it," she teased
when he stiffened under her touch, his arms flailing like a
marionette with cut strings. "Relax. The water’s got you."
And then, softer, as her hand drifted lower to steady his hips: "I’ve
got you."
Jake's laughter settled into something quieter,
more breathless, as Stacy's fingers lingered at his waistband, the
water sloshing between them in lazy waves. He'd stopped flailing,
finally trusting the pool; trusting her; enough to let his body go
loose under her guidance. The late afternoon sun painted the surface
gold where it caught the ripples, and Stacy watched the way Jake's
throat worked when he swallowed, his pulse jumping under damp
skin.
"You're a quick learner," she murmured,
letting her thumb brush the divot of his hip bone before pulling
away. The words hung between them, loaded in a way that had nothing
to do with swimming. Jake's grin was boyish, grateful, until his eyes
dropped to where her dress clung to her chest, the outline of her
nipples visible through the wet fabric. He looked like he might
apologize, but Stacy just tossed her head back and laughed, shaking
water from her hair. "Relax, kid. It's not like you've never
seen tits before."
Jake's laugh came out strangled, his
gaze darting away as he splashed water toward her playfully. "Not;
not like yours," he admitted, voice cracking halfway through the
sentence. The admission hung between them, raw and electric, and
Stacy felt it like a current under her skin. She let the silence
stretch just long enough to watch him squirm, then reached for the
inflatable ball floating near the steps.
"Catch,"
she said, tossing it underhand. Jake fumbled, the ball bouncing off
his fingertips before he grabbed it with both hands. Water sluiced
down his chest as he straightened, the muscles in his abdomen
tightening under droplets that caught the sunlight. Stacy licked her
lips without thinking, her own pulse picking up as she waded backward
into deeper water. "Come on, hotshot. Show me what you've
got."
The ball arced through the air, Jake's throw
stronger than he'd intended; it landed with a wet smack against
Stacy's collarbone before plopping into the water between them. He
winced, but she just grinned, scooping it up with one hand while the
other pushed damp hair from her forehead. "Not bad," she
said, spinning the ball on her fingertips. "But aim for my hands
next time, unless you're trying to leave a mark."
Jake's
throat worked as he watched her, the way her shoulders flexed when
she lifted the ball again, the way her wet dress clung to every dip
and curve. He swallowed hard, his borrowed trunks suddenly tighter
than they'd been a minute ago. Stacy pretended not to notice, tossing
the ball back with a gentler arc. It landed neatly in Jake's palms
this time, his fingers closing around it with more
confidence.
Jake's grip tightened around the ball, his
knuckles whitening as he hesitated; something flickering behind his
eyes that wasn't just nerves about swimming anymore. Stacy tilted her
head, watching the way his breath hitched when she took a slow step
closer, the water rippling between them. "You keep staring at me
like that," she murmured, plucking the ball from his hands and
letting her fingers graze his palm, "and I'm gonna start
thinking you want more than just swimming lessons."
The
air between them crackled, thick with chlorine and something hotter.
Jake opened his mouth; probably to stammer some half-hearted denial;
but the words died when Stacy reached up to brush a droplet from his
collarbone, her touch lingering. His breath stuttered, his chest
rising sharply under her fingertips. "Relax," she
whispered, her thumb tracing the line of his throat. "You're
shaking like a leaf."
"Let's get out for a break,"
Stacy said, her fingers trailing down Jake's arm as she stepped
backward toward the pool steps. The water rippled around her thighs
as she climbed out, the yellow sundress clinging to her curves like a
second skin. "You can lay out for some sun while I grab us some
icy drinks." She tossed a towel toward Jake, watching him catch
it with fumbling hands before squeezing water from his hair.
Jake
hauled himself onto the concrete, his trunks sagging with the weight
of water. He spread the towel over the lounger next to Stacy's,
hesitating before lowering himself onto it. The sun baked his
shoulders immediately, warmth seeping into his skin. He glanced
sideways as Stacy bent over the cooler, the hem of her dress riding
up just enough to reveal the back of her thighs. His throat went dry;
drier than the chlorine had left it.
Stacy straightened with
two sweating cans of lemonade, the condensation dripping over her
fingers. "Here," she said, pressing one into Jake's hand,
her thumb brushing his knuckles deliberately. She perched on the edge
of her lounger, the fabric of her dress gaping slightly as she leaned
forward. Jake's gaze flickered downward before he snapped it up to
her face, but she just smirked, taking a slow sip of her drink.
"You're staring again."
Jake's can fizzed as he
popped the tab, the sound startlingly loud in the thick afternoon
air. "Sorry," he muttered, wiping his damp palm on his
thigh. "I just;" He broke off, shaking his head, and Stacy
laughed, low and warm.
Stacy stretched her arms overhead, the
damp fabric of her sundress clinging indecently as she arched her
back. "Christ, I need to dry off properly," she muttered,
more to herself than Jake. Then, with a sideways glance at him, she
hooked a thumb under one strap. "You gonna have a problem if I
go topless? This dress won’t dry if I keep it on." Her
smirk was playful, but her eyes tracked his reaction like a cat
watching a mouse. "Ground rules, though; no staring, young
stallion. I am your friend’s mother."
Jake’s
lemonade can crumpled slightly in his grip. His throat worked like he
was trying to swallow a golf ball. "I; uh. No. No problem."
The lie was so transparent Stacy could’ve read it through
fogged glass. She laughed, slow and throaty, as she peeled the dress
up over her hips, revealing the slick black bikini bottoms beneath.
Jake’s gaze skittered away like a dropped penny, landing
somewhere near her left knee.
Jake’s fingers twitched
around the crumpled can as Stacy peeled the sundress higher, the
fabric clinging for a heartbeat before surrendering to gravity. He
fixed his gaze on the pool’s shimmering surface, where sunlight
fractured into a thousand liquid diamonds. His throat clicked when he
swallowed, the sound louder than the cicadas humming in the oleander
bushes.
"Relax," Stacy murmured, her voice ripe with
amusement as the dress pooled around her waist. "It’s just
a bikini, Jake. Not my first rodeo." She shimmied the fabric
over her shoulders, letting it slither down her arms before tossing
it onto the lounger with a wet slap. Jake’s peripheral vision
caught the flash of red; thin straps, barely-there triangles; before
he squeezed his eyes shut like a kid avoiding a horror movie
jumpscare.
Jake's eyelids fluttered open against his better
judgment, the red bikini top searing into his vision like a brand.
Stacy's skin glowed under the late afternoon sun, droplets of pool
water still clinging to the slope of her collarbone. She arched her
back, running both hands through her damp hair, and Jake's pulse
stuttered when her chest lifted with the movement. The straps of her
bikini dug into her shoulders, the fabric straining just enough to
hint at the softness beneath.
Stacy's fingers hooked under the
bikini top's clasp with practiced ease, the red fabric snapping loose
before pooling on the lounger beside her. Jake's breath hitched; a
sharp, involuntary sound; as her small tits lifted free. "Relax,"
she murmured, though her own pulse fluttered when she caught his
dilated pupils tracking her every movement. "Sunblock's a bitch
to apply on your own back." She squeezed a dollop of
coconut-scented cream into her palm, the white blob stark against her
tanned skin.
Jake's fingers dug into the lounger's plastic
weave as Stacy smoothed the cream over her shoulders, her thumbs
working slow circles into the muscle. She arched her spine, dragging
her palms down the knobs of her vertebrae with a satisfied hum.
"Forgot how good this feels," she admitted, tilting her
head to glance at Jake over her shoulder. His throat bobbed as she
reached behind herself, fingers stretching toward the unreachable
spot between her shoulder blades. "Always miss this damn patch,"
she sighed, shaking her head with exaggerated frustration.
Stacy
twisted her arm at an awkward angle, fingers stretching toward the
unreachable patch between her shoulder blades. "Christ,"
she muttered, shaking her head as the sunscreen dribbled down her
wrist. She glanced over her shoulder at Jake, whose grip had turned
the lounger's plastic weave into a crumpled mess. "You gonna
help a lady out, or just sit there looking like you've seen the
second coming?"
Jake's swallow was audible. "I;"
His voice cracked. "Shouldn't; shouldn't Chris be home
soon?"
Stacy's laugh was low, deliberate, as she twisted
the cap back onto the sunscreen bottle with a soft click. "Chris
is elbow-deep in drywall dust at his dad's place for the next three
days," she said, watching Jake's fingers tighten around the
lounger's edge. "Turns out helping your ex-husband renovate a
garage is way more appealing than watching your mother lounge by the
pool." She arched one eyebrow, the sunblock glistening on her
shoulders. "Lucky you."
Jake's pulse pounded in his
temples as Stacy turned her back to him fully, presenting the smooth
expanse of skin between her shoulder blades. A droplet of water slid
down the dip of her spine, disappearing into the waistband of her
bikini bottoms.
"Boy, get on with it before my back
starts to burn," Stacy said, tossing the sunscreen bottle into
Jake's lap with deliberate carelessness. The plastic hit his thigh
with a soft thud, jolting him from his stupor.
Jake fumbled
with the bottle, his fingers slipping on the cap before finally
twisting it open. The coconut scent hit him like a wave; thick and
sweet, mingling with the chlorine still clinging to his skin. He
squeezed too hard; a glob of white cream oozed over his fingers, warm
from sitting in the sun. "Sorry," he muttered, wiping his
hand hastily on his thigh before realizing he'd just smeared
sunscreen across borrowed swim trunks.
"If I didn't know
that was sunscreen, you would have been in serious trouble, young
man," Stacy teased, watching Jake's mortified expression as he
stared at the white streak on his thigh. Her lips curled at the edges
as she added, "I would have called your mother.
"Get
on with it, boy," Stacy murmured, stretching her arms overhead
in a lazy arc that made the muscles along her back ripple invitingly.
The sunscreen bottle sat heavy in Jake’s lap, its weight
disproportionate to how thoroughly it paralyzed him. She glanced over
her shoulder, catching the way his throat worked as he stared at the
expanse of bare skin before him. "Unless you’d rather I
ask someone else?" The challenge in her voice was deliberate,
edged with amusement.
Jake’s fingers finally unclenched
from around the bottle. He squeezed a dollop onto his palm; too much,
again; and hesitated before making contact. The first brush of his
fingertips against her shoulder blades was featherlight, tentative,
like he was afraid she might dissolve under his touch. Stacy sighed,
arching into it. "God, yes," she breathed, her voice
dropping an octave. "Harder, Jake. I won’t break."
Jake's
hands stilled on Stacy's back when she let out a contented hum, her
skin now slick and golden under his palms. "Your turn," she
murmured, rolling her shoulders before twisting to face him. The
movement made her bare chest sway slightly, and Jake's gaze flickered
downward before snapping back up, his ears burning. Stacy smirked as
she plucked the sunscreen from his trembling fingers. "Lie down.
Unless you want to fry like an egg out here."
The lounger
creaked under Jake's weight as he stretched out on his stomach,
pressing his face into the warm plastic weave. Stacy straddled his
thighs, her bare skin brushing against the backs of his knees as she
squeezed another dollop of sunscreen onto her palm. The first touch
of her hands against his shoulder blades made him jerk involuntarily;
her fingers were cooler than he expected, slick with coconut-scented
cream.
"Jesus, you're wound tighter than a grandfather
clock," Stacy muttered, digging her thumbs into the knot between
his shoulder blades. Jake hissed, his fingers clutching the lounger's
edges as she worked the tension loose with slow, deliberate circles.
Her nails scraped lightly down his spine, tracing each vertebra
before fanning out over his ribs. "Breathe, kid. You're holding
your breath like you're underwater."
Jake exhaled
shakily, his muscles reluctantly yielding under her touch. Stacy's
hands moved lower, kneading the dimples at the base of his back with
a firmness that bordered on painful. A groan escaped him before he
could choke it back, muffled against the lounger. Stacy chuckled, the
sound vibrating through her chest as she leaned closer, her breath
warm against his ear. "That's it," she murmured, her
fingers skating down to the waistband of his trunks. "Let
go."
Jake’s breath finally eased as Stacy’s
hands worked magic along his spine, her thumbs pressing into the
tight knots with just the right amount of pressure. The coconut scent
of the sunscreen mingled with the warmth of her skin, and he found
himself melting into the lounger, tension draining from his shoulders
like water through cupped hands. Her fingers traced the contours of
his muscles with a confidence that left no room for hesitation;
digging into the hollows between his ribs, skating along the ridges
of his scapula, kneading the tense cords of his neck until his head
lolled forward with a contented sigh.
"See?" Stacy
murmured, her voice low and honeyed as she dragged her palms down the
length of his back. Her touch lingered at the waistband of his
trunks, fingertips teasing the dip just above the fabric. "Told
you you'd relax." Jake hummed in agreement, too boneless to form
words, his eyelids heavy. The sun baked his skin, the heat blending
with the slick glide of her hands until he couldn’t tell where
one sensation ended and the other began.
Jake's eyelids
fluttered as Stacy's hands worked lower, her fingers skating
dangerously close to the waistband of his trunks. The slow, rhythmic
pressure of her palms against his lower back sent an unexpected jolt
of heat pooling in his gut. He shifted slightly, suddenly hyperaware
of the growing tightness in his swim trunks; thankful for the way the
lounger pressed against his stomach, hiding what her touch was doing
to him.
Stacy's fingers paused just above the elastic band,
her nails tracing idle circles over the small of his back. "You're
still tense down here," she murmured, her voice thick with
something that wasn't quite concern. Jake held his breath as her
thumbs dipped beneath the waistband, just enough to make his hips
twitch involuntarily against the plastic weave. The sound of her soft
chuckle skated across his skin. "Relax, Jake. I'm just getting
the hard-to-reach spots."
Stacy squeezed another dollop
of sunscreen into her palm, the white cream warming instantly against
her skin. Her fingers trailed down Jake's spine; slow, deliberate;
until she reached the hem of his trunks. The fabric clung damply to
the curve of his ass, and she smirked at the way his breath hitched
when her fingertips grazed the back of his thighs. "Forgot your
legs," she murmured, kneading the cream into his hamstrings with
firm, circular motions. "Sunburn here would make sitting in
class tomorrow real fun."
Jake groaned into the lounger,
half from the pressure of her thumbs digging into his tight muscles,
half from the way her nails scraped lightly over his sensitive skin.
The scent of coconut thickened between them, mingling with the
chlorine and something muskier; something uniquely Jake that made
Stacy's pulse skip. Her hands drifted lower, tracing the hollows
behind his knees, and his whole body jerked when she hit a ticklish
spot.
Stacy's hands slid lower still, her fingers curling
around Jake's calf with surprising strength. The muscles tensed under
her touch, taut from years of basketball and nervous energy. She
pressed her thumbs deep into the corded flesh, working out knots he
didn't even know he had. "Jesus," Jake breathed, his voice
muffled against the lounger as her palms glided down to his ankle.
"You're; ah; really good at this."
"Mmhm,"
Stacy hummed, her fingers circling the delicate bones of his foot
with deliberate precision. Her thumbs dug into the arch, earning
another choked sound from Jake as his toes curled involuntarily.
"Sensitive?" she teased, applying more pressure until his
leg twitched. The sight of his reactions; the way his fingers
clutched at the plastic weave, the flush creeping up the back of his
neck; sent a curl of heat low in her belly.
Stacy's fingertips
danced higher along Jake's inner thigh, the coconut-scented sunscreen
leaving a slick trail just beneath the hem of
46 min
July 29 Somerset College Advanced Sex Ed: Part 4
Somerset College
Advanced Sex Ed: Part 4
The students learn
which positions are best for breeding.
Based on the work of firebird68. Listen
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“Hi, Andrea!” Sunny called, waving as the small, brunette
girl entered the room, walking briskly to her seat.
“Are you feeling better?” Lindsay asked.
It was a fair question. The last time they had seen her was
at the end of class yesterday. When the period had wrapped up, she was still
dazed and limp, totally mind-fucked in the aftermath of her overwhelming
climaxes, and being cradled in Chris’s arms.
“Of course.” Andrea snapped, her cheeks growing bright red.
“See?” Chris said from his desk across the room. “I told you
she was fine. She loved it.”
“I did NOT love it!” Andrea lied. “That was humiliating!
Seriously, being fucked like a dog?! What kind of girl wants to be fucked like
a dog??”
“O, me!” Sunny waved her hand in the air. “Gosh, it was so
hot watching him dominate you like that. I wouldn’t mind being turned into a
ragdoll for a strong man like that. Yes, please!”
“God, do you ever think about anything other than dick?”
Andrea scoffed.
“Of course.” Sunny nodded. “I swing both ways, ya know. I
think about girls, too.”
She winked and blew a kiss at the flustered girl, who gawked
at her, her cheeks red hot, before regaining her composure to glare at the
busty blonde.
“You really are hopeless.” Andrea said, hiding her fierce
blush.
“You gotta admit,” Samantha spoke. “You did orgasm like a
bitch in heat until your brain turned off. Kinda seems as though you liked it
to me. Better yet, it looked like you LOVED it.”
Andrea’s jaw dropped and she shook with anger, popping up
from her chair to glower at the smug goth.
“What did you just say?” she demanded. “I’ll have you know
tha-…”
“Something wrong, Miss Andrea?”
Andrea’s eyes went wide and she quickly closed her mouth as
Miss Banks walked into the room.
“No, of course not, Miss Banks.” Andrea stammered. “Nothing
is wrong at all.”
“Good.” Miss Banks smiled. “I heard you raise your voice and
naturally figured you must be upset about something. Could it have something to
do with yesterday’s lesson? If you have a problem with the curriculum, please
let me know and we can…rectify…the problem.”
Swallowing as she noticed the sinister glint hiding in her
teacher’s eye, Andrea shook her head profusely and sat back in her seat,
hurriedly.
“Absolutely not, Miss Banks!” she squeaked. “I have no
issues whatsoever with your teaching!”
“That’s great to hear.” Miss Banks said, her smile growing
wider. “Well, now that that’s settled, let’s jump right into today’s lesson,
shall we? Since we ran out of time yesterday and our session had to be cut in
half, we will be continuing with sexual position basics and demonstrations
today. But, before we do that, can anyone tell me what the purpose of
intercourse is?”
“To have fun and cum lots!” Sunny exclaimed.
“That’s true,” Miss Banks nodded. “But not quite the answer
I am looking for in this instance.”
“To grow a mutual bond between two partners and bridge their
connection both physically and emotionally.” Daniel offered.
“Well, that was very sweet!” Miss Banks clapped. “Yes, also
very true. Good response, Daniel. You’ll make a girl very happy one day if you
keep that mindset. Still, though, not the answer that I’m looking for. I’m
talking basic. Biological. What is the most prominent purpose behind
intercourse?”
Lindsay timidly raised her hand, and Miss Banks gestured to
her.
“To; to make babies?” she said.
“Exactly!” Miss Banks confirmed. “To make babies. Or, more
properly, the medical term is procreation. There are, of course, a number of
different ways to define it and a whole host of vernacular associated with the
act. Impregnating, inseminating, mating, breeding. Some of the more,
unscientific terms include 'getting knocked up’ and 'putting a bun in the
oven’. I’m sure you have all heard most or all of these terms before, right?”
The students all nodded, some of them avoiding the eyes of
their co-eds.
“As we discovered last class, different sexual positions are
best suited for different purposes. There are those that are more personal and
sensual, suited for loving couples, such as spooning. There are those that
cater to the female, like Sunny demonstrated with the cowgirl position. There
are also those that are more dominant. More; primal.”
Miss Banks didn’t say anything more, but everyone
nonetheless turned to look at Andrea who shrunk in her chair, humiliated.
“And, as expected, there are positions that are especially
ideal for conception.” Miss Banks continued. “Today, we’ll be going over some
of those. Of course, you girls have all been required to regularly take birth
control for this course, so there will be no…ahem…knocking up. But, this will
give you all the basic principle on the specialties for the tasks each serves
and it may help you in the future when you are ready to start a family of your
own. Now then, Samantha.”
Samantha swallowed and straightened as she heard her name
being called.
“Come up here, please. Daniel, you as well.”
Miss Banks waited for them to make their way up and come to
stand before her.
“The two of you will be performing the most basic and
natural of positions for impregnation. Missionary. This can be done with both
partners on the same level, or with the female elevated. Samantha will be
elevated today, as though she were on the edge of a bed. We don’t have a bed
here, so we’ll be substituting that for my desk. You can begin when ready.”
Taking a deep breath, Samantha hopped up to sit on the edge
of her teacher’s desk, facing the class, and leaned backwards to lay flat on
her back. As her head came to hang just off the other side of the desk, she
found herself staring up at the disappointed, glaring face of Miss Banks. Her
teacher had her arms crossed and was wrapping her fingers on her bicep, her
face hard.
“Aren’t we forgetting something, Miss Samantha?” she asked,
a bit of an edge having crept into her voice.
Realization dawned on Samantha as she remembered that she
forgot to start off the demonstration with a blowjob. She went to raise herself
up so that she could climb off the desk and drop to her knees, but Miss Banks’
hand came down to press on her shoulder, holding her down.
“Stay there, if you will.” She instructed. “Since you’re
already in this position, this will give us a good opportunity for you to work
on your deepthroating skills again.”
Samantha’s face paled as she had a Vietnam flashback of
herself on day one of class, in this same position, getting her throat reamed
out by Tanner’s donkey dick. A nervous squeak escaped her, but she didn’t dare
go against her teacher and remained where she was. Miss Banks saw that Daniel
was kicking his way out of his dress pants and waved him over to stand behind
the desk with her.
“Class, come gather around, as well.” Miss Banks called out.
“I want you all to have a good view of our demonstrations.”
Samantha could vaguely hear the footsteps of her peers
clambering around her, but her attention was much more focused on the raging
erection bobbing above her. Daniel swallowed and grasped his engorged length,
guiding it down to Samantha’s upside-down face, and the black-haired girl
reluctantly opened her lips and let him in. Letting out a low moan as his tip
was bathed in the warmth of Samantha’s mouth, Daniel dropped his hands to the
desk on either side of her and began to rock his hips back and forth, pushing
his head past her lips.
“Here, Daniel, try this.” Miss Banks offered.
She moved in and took his wrists, lifting them off of the
desk and placing them back down on Samantha’s large boobs. His fingers
subconsciously squeezed down, squishing the soft globes as his palms came in
contact with the teen’s clothed breasts.
“That’s much better, right?” Miss Banks laughed. “Remember
to loosen up and act accordingly. Forget the fact that you are peers and act as
though she is your doting girlfriend. Use her body as a lover would. That
includes her breasts. And, Samantha.”
She dropped down to her knees to look the nervous girl in
the eyes.
“You, as well. Play the part of the doting girlfriend. Don’t
be scared of his cock. Embrace it. Get involved. You should want to pleasure
him. Every moan he makes should make you tingle and burn with pride.”
Steeling herself, Samantha tried to take her teacher’s
advice to heart. She began to move her tongue about, swirling it around
Daniel’s pumping tip as best as she could. She was rewarded with another,
slightly louder moan, that did, in fact, make her swell slightly with pride.
The other response from Daniel was an increase in speed and depth in his
thrusts. He began to move a bit deeper into her mouth, poking at the back of
her throat, tripping her gag reflex. Panicking slightly, she tried to move
away, fearful of a repeat of her last ordeal, but Miss Banks held her in place.
“Shhh.” She whispered, stroking the scared teen’s cheek
softly. “It’s okay. You’re doing fine. Just relax. Relax your throat and accept
him. That’s it. Relax…”
Samantha hummed, nervously, but she did find comfort in her
teacher’s gentle stroking. Easing up her tensed muscles, she took a long breath
through her nose, forcing herself to relax. To her surprise, on the very next
stroke, Daniel’s tip slid right past the tight barrier to her throat and half of
his length disappeared between her lips. Miss Banks smiled at the newfound
progress and continued to brush her fingers across the girl’s cheek, murmuring
words of encouragement and occasional advice.
Closing her eyes, Samantha allowed herself to do everything
that Miss Banks told her to. Her muscles and tendons went lax. She focused
solely on breathing through her nose, to the exclusion of all else. Of course,
she was still gagging and choking quite frequently, but it wasn’t nearly as
violent as before and she was now able to regroup much faster and take the
reflex in stride. Becoming more and more used to the motions and more
receptive, she re-engaged her tongue to rub against the top of Daniel’s cock as
it moved on the track of her neck.
Feeling something smack into her face, Samantha opened her
eyes, confused. She was just in time to watch as Daniel’s heavy balls came
swinging back into her face, tapping her lightly before rebounding. That could
only mean…she was taking his entire length! She couldn’t believe it. Just a few
minutes ago, even entering her throat seemed like an impossibility. But now,
here she was, his full seven and a half inches of thick meat sliding down her
gullet with relative ease. She had done it! And, Miss Banks was right. She did
feel a burning pride at having accomplished the feat. The pleasured groans and
sighs floating down from Daniel were just another cherry on top.
“That will do, Daniel.” Miss Banks said. “We don’t want you
finishing just yet, and not in that hole. This is, of course, a demonstration
on fertility positions.”
Samantha felt the raging shaft retreat fully from her
throat, leaving her mouth completely empty. Raising her head, she was once
again greeted by her teacher’s face. This time, however, Miss Banks was beaming
down at her pupil, eyes shining and smiling wide.
“That was wonderful, Samantha!” she praised. “Excellent
work! See what a little dedication and focus can do? Do you feel that pride
burning in you?”
Samantha nodded, coughing slightly to clear her throat.
“Good! And what else do you feel?”
“I feel…” Samantha paused.
The burning had moved its way out from her chest and was now
spread throughout her whole body, particularly between her legs.
“I feel horny.” She admitted.
“Yes!” Miss Banks crowed. “Perfect. Take it from there,
Daniel.”
Samantha felt Daniel lift her legs and assisted him,
pointing her limbs skyward, her skirt falling down around her waist. Today, she
had forgone her typical pantyhose in lieu of some thigh-high stockings.
Daniel’s fingers fumbled around her waistline, grasping the hem of her tiny,
lace panties and sliding them out from under her. The small piece of fabric
went up her legs, over the stockings, over her shoes, and then somewhere off to
the side, discarded. Spreading her thighs, he moved between them, and Miss
Banks leaned across the desk, reaching between them to guide his penis to
Samantha’s pussy, prodding against her already-wet slit.
Samantha gasped as she felt the hard tip of Daniel’s
erection rub against her opening. She bit her lower lip and tried to keep her
head up, but her neck was getting tired. Seeing the girl’s head start to slump
down, Miss Banks sat down in her chair and wheeled it up behind her. She gently
lifted the teen’s head and rolled in beneath her, letting her head back down to
rest on her large breasts. Grateful for the soft pillow of her teacher’s bust,
Samantha relaxed her neck, her head now at the perfect angle to see over her
own impressive chest and watch the action.
Taking a deep breath, Daniel rubbed his tip down her
entrance one last time and then pushed in, driving his cock slowly and steadily
in to the base. The teens both gasped and moaned as their union was completed
and they became connected at the hips. They stared into each other’s eyes,
their mouths open and breathing heavily. Samantha whimpered and closed her
eyes, feeling Daniel shift slightly inside of her. He wasn’t the biggest in the
class, but that was hardly a good bar to judge his size by. He was still well
above average, particularly with his girth, and he was much bigger than
anything she had played with up to that point.
Miss Banks listened closely to the girl’s sounds and gently
massaged her shoulders, urging her to relax like she had earlier. She kept
rubbing her until she felt the knotted muscles finally ease up and her
breathing evened out a bit. Samantha opened her eyes again as her tight cunt
adjusted to the thick rod stretching her out. Daniel was still gazing back at
her, concern permeating his expression. Chewing on her lip, Samantha met his
questioning look and nodded her approval, signaling for him that it was okay to
start moving.
Acting on her consent, Daniel withdrew his hips, making them
both gasp again as his throbbing shaft rubbed against her snug walls. When only
the tip remained, he reversed course and drove back in, just as slowly. Upon
bottoming out and receiving a cry of pleasure from Samantha, he retracted again
and started to get a slow, but steady rhythm going. She felt absolutely
incredible. Her pussy was so, so tight and wet. It was so much better than any
fleshlight he had ever used before to satiate his teenage male hormones. After
a minute or two of nothing but satisfied moans from both of them, he kicked the
pace up a notch, moving a bit faster.
With a jolt, Samantha realized that this was her first-time
having sex. With a real person, that is. Her fingers and toys didn’t count. No,
this was officially her very first time being fucked. And it felt so…right!
God, she couldn’t believe what she was missing out on all this time. Maybe now
she understood Sunny a little bit better.
Actually, no. It wouldn’t just work with any old boy. Daniel
was rather exceptional at fucking her at just the right way for her specific
needs. He was moving well, but not too fast to make it uncomfortable. And on
top of that, his cock! It was as though it was made specifically with her pussy
in mind. It was nice and big, but not so big that it hurt. More important than
the length, though, was the girth. It stretched her wide and made her feel so
deliciously full. And the shape was just perfect for rubbing against her G-spot
in addition to every little sensitive place inside of her.
That was without mentioning all the other little things his
hands were doing. In the fray, he had tugged her turtleneck shirt and untucked
it from her loose skirt so that his hands could slide under it and grip her
waist. The skin-on-skin contact was far more satisfying than when there was a
cloth barrier separating them, and Daniel was taking full advantage of that,
even if it was miniscule in detail. His fingers rubbed and stroked her sides
and grabbed at her firmly. To Samantha, the feeling of his fingers against her
bare skin was like a hot iron of lust sizzling on her hips.
Samantha was losing herself in the heat of the situation.
She could feel her reason and sanity slipping away in the face of her looming
orgasm and the utter bliss that she was experiencing. So, this is what it had
been like for Andrea? Fuck, she could really get used to this. She was panting
like a bitch in heat and sweating profusely. Just when she thought it couldn’t
get any more intense and erotic, Miss Banks arms came up and wrapped around her
to squeeze her shirt covered breasts. It would surely have been better had she
been fully nude, but just the firm pressure against her sensitive globes was
sufficient to send her rocketing over the cliff.
As soon as the first spasm rolled through Samantha’s pussy,
Daniel lost his own battle and came with her, shooting a large shot of cum into
her depths. A millisecond later, Samantha’s legs whipped up and wrapped around
him, yanking him fully into her until her pussy lips were kissing his twitching
balls. Daniel felt the soft nylon material of Samantha’s stocking-clad legs
that were locking him in place, and groaned, sending off a second, equally
copious jet of jizz in her. Gripping her hips just as tightly as her legs were
holding him, they both stayed perfectly still, save for their uncontrollable
trembling.
Even after their mutual climaxes had come and gone, they
still stayed frozen in place, Daniel’s rigid dick still lodged inside of her.
Samantha could feel the enormous load that he had stuffed inside of her. It
felt so incredibly warm and utterly filling. She knew that she was packed to
the gills with virile, potent sperm. If she wasn’t on birth control, she would
undoubtedly be sporting a baby bump in a few months’ time.
Her mind still swimming and foggy, she reached up and
grabbed Daniel’s sweaty face, pulling him down to her where their lips met in a
passionate embrace. They eagerly swapped spit, their tongues swirling and
intertwining for a couple minutes until Daniel’s cock was soft enough that it
slipped out of her hot, grasping hole on its own, making Samantha gasp into his
mouth. Tightening his hold on her hips, he lifted her rear up slightly to allow
gravity to keep his semen stuck inside her until her pussy closed back up,
sealing it in on its own.
When they finally broke their lip-lock, they both looked up
and were met with the speechless faces of their peers. The students all gawked
at them, utterly shocked and unbelievably turned on by the over-the-top-hot
display they had been witness to. The boys all adjusted their pants and the
girls all subconsciously rubbed their thighs together, even Andrea, although
she was more sly and embarrassed about it. Miss Banks grinned down at them,
overjoyed, Samantha’s head bouncing slightly on her boobs as her teacher
laughed with delight.
“That was immaculate!” she praised. “I couldn’t ask for a
better demonstration. You two have some chemistry, I think. Students, did you
all see how her legs wrapped around him, holding him in her? That’s a classic,
biological response that serves the breeding purpose. It’s involuntary and
happens when the female is lost in the carnal desire, her sole focus on
ensuring impregnation. That was a pleasure to watch and I think you both
deserve some extra credit for a remarkable performance. You two can take a seat
on the couch in the back to catch your breath and get yourselves together
before joining us for the next demonstration.”
Miss Banks leaned down and placed her lips to Samantha’s ear
so that only she could hear her.
“Or maybe you both prefer to relax back there together and
watch from afar. There’s still plenty of time in the period. You never know
what might happen.”
Samantha didn’t say anything in response, but Miss Banks
felt a slight shiver run through the girl’s body and she hid a smirk as Daniel
carried her limp form off to the back.
“Now that you’ve all been motivated by that display, let’s
move along. Lindsay.”
She turned and fixed her eyes on the skinny redhead, who
shrunk a bit under her gaze.
“You and Tanner will go next. You will be demonstrating a
slightly less household position. The Mating Press.”
“Mating press?” L
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