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My first lesbian experience
I remember coming home smiling the
day I met Nicholas.
I told my sister about him, I told my mum about him. Hell, I
even rang my grandma who lives in Australia and told her about
He was the new kid at my school. He was in my cooking class, and
my teacher told him to sit next to me. I was really annoyed at
first, because I love cooking and I thought he would annoy me
and distract me and just generally be a dick, because pretty
much all of the boys at my high school were dicks.
But he didn't.
He just gave me a bright smile and sat down next to me. He
turned to face me and held out his hand and said 'Hi, i'm
nick!". And smiled at me. His smile making his mossy green eyes
soften and sparkle. He had a beautiful pearly smile, and a
lovely head of curly dark hair.
He was so tall! And strong. I remembered not being able to open
a cupboard in our classroom and he came over and literally
ripped it open.
He was in my games class too. I remember walking past the boys
changing rooms and the door swung open and I saw his back and
arms. He was so muscly. His back was broad and his arms were
ripped! Needless to say, I was incredibly attracted to him.
I could tell he was into me. He would wink at me down the hall
way, and constantly try and talk to me in our lessons. But I
loved it! Every second of it. At one point he was almost too
flirty, trying to guess my bra size 'out of curiosity'. When I
told him I wouldn't tell him he said 'well I guess I'll have to
see if I'm right when I say 32D...".
So one night we were both invited to a party, my friend Betty's
birthday party. Her dad owned a massive farm with loads of barns
and a big house. The party was in a cosy barn filled with
pillows and beds, and on the other side a big rug for us all to
sit on. For her birthday she got 'naughty truth or dare', and
she wanted us all to play! So we played. Most of the dares were
'switch clothes with the opposite sex closest to you', or 'flash
someone for 10 seconds'.
I got 'demonstrate how you would unbutton someones pants with
the person opposite you'. Nicholas was opposite me.
He gave me a cheeky wink and we shuffled closer to each other
until we were in the middle of the circle. We stood up. Our
friends giggled and encouraged me. He stared straight at me,
into my eyes. I grabbed his zip. As I slowly pulled it down, he
put his lips to my ear and whispered
"so later, I want to see if I guessed correctly..".
I started unbuttoning his pants. I could feel he was hard and
pulsing. His lips started caressing my ear.
"Alright you two!" Betty giggled. "You can stop now!".
Embarrassed, I quickly sat down and didn't make eye contact with
him, but I could hear him zipping up his fly.
As the night progressed, I got a dared to make out with my
Katie was quite pretty. She had light blonde hair and light blue
eyes and average sized boobs, unlike me with Dark caramel hair,
hazel eyes and large boobs.
She was famous in our school for having a big, peachy butt that
all the guys drooled over. I envied that butt!
I didn't mind making out with her, we both just giggled and
turned to face each other. She put her lips to mine and we
started kissing, then introduced our tongues. She wasn't bad!
But then, drunkenly, she put her hand on my boobs and started
squeezing and rubbing. Not wanting to feel left out, I put my
hands on her big peachy butt and started giving that a squeeze.
We continued making out, and she started massaging my nipples
through my t-shirt and bra, so I decided to massage her anus
through her pants, and she squealed with delight!
So then we stopped, everyone was in absolute awe. Especially
"That was AWESOME!" all the boys cheered. Even the girls
In the group there four girls and four boys. The girls were me,
Betty, Katie, and Alisha. I didn't know one of the boys and the
other three were Nicholas, David and Matt.
The night continued, and were all incredibly drunk. Betty was
hooking up with David on one of the beds, and Alisha with the
boy I didn't know. So left in our truth or dare circle was me,
Nicholas, Matt, and Katie.
"Make out with each other again!" Matt yelled.
"That was soo hot.. I don't think i've ever been so hard in my
life!" he laughed.
At this point, the whole group had finished off three crates of
beer, four bottles of white wine, two bottles of peach schnapps,
a bottle of jack daniels, and a massive bottle of vodka, and we
all had at least ten shots from it.
So wee agreed to the making out. Hell, it was fun! And it made
Nicholas hot for me.. and I was off my face..
So once again we shuffled over to each other, very very
drunkenly, and started kissing, again, and then we shoved our
tongues down each others throats and she once again started
groping my breasts and me her ass.. I gave it a quick spank
which she then started moaning! Then I started fingering her ass
through her pants, and slowly made my way to her wet pussy and
started rubbing like i've never rubbed before! She was so wet,
the juice dripping through her pants and onto the floor. Wow she
produced a lot of juice.. it was so hot too.
She squealed and squealed with delight!
We toppled over so she was lying on top of me, our breasts
squashed together, still making out. Her hands were all over my
body. I was so fucking hot for her! And I didn't care if I was
I put my hands down her pants, and then her underwear and
started fingering her, hard, pushing two, then three fingers in
her pulsing pussy, her screaming for more, her hot juice
dripping down my arm and on to my t-shirt. I kept massaging and
rubbing, she pushed us up so we were kneeling again, and soon
her hands traveled down to my pants and shoved her cold hands in
my underwear, my pussy soon warmed them up! Her fingers going in
and out so fast, it made me scream and moan. So there we were,
both kneeling, breasts squashed together and nipples parallel,
our hands down each others pants, both screaming and squealing,
shoving our fingers up each others tight dripping holes until we
both cummed (on eachothers hands!) and then started licking our
hands. Wow. That was hot.
We both looked at the guys. Their mouths wide open and hands
down their pants. Haha! Katie literally passed out on the floor
from exhaustion and drunkenness.
Suddenly, Nick got up, staggered slightly (he had the most of
the jack daniels..) and pulled me up and dragged me out of the
barn to a barn opposite it, it was filled mostly with hay, a few
boxes and an old mattress....
(A fictional story,
though inspired by some real events)
It was a beautiful, balmy Friday evening after a long, hard,
rainy work week. My mind was burnt out from dealing with
coworkers' mistakes, irate clients, and a husband at home that
wasn't paying much attention to me when I came home from my long
days working hard to pay the bills. When I clocked out of work
at 7:30pm, I left excitedly for a massage appointment I had set
for 8:15pm. There was no way I was going to be late-- I'd been
looking to my Swedish massage appointment for days, needing to
feel the stress worked out of my body at the expert hands of the
massage therapists at the clinic I'd been going to for several
Driving my little convertible I couldn't help but smile, feeling
calmer already with the wind in my hair, knowing I wouldn't have
to work for 2 whole days! After the massage I would probably sit
around at home, maybe take a bath, maybe take a dip in the pool,
or sip some wine while reading a book. Oh, who was I fooling --
I'd probably end up pleasuring myself in my bedroom! Massages
always made me so horny! The big, strong hands all over my body,
stimulating every inch of me. I loved when I got a male
masseuse, but even the women that worked at the massage clinic
were very talented. I never knew which massage therapist I'd get
until I showed up, which was fine with me, I like experiencing
the different touch of each therapist.
I settled into a cozy chair in the waiting room after checking
in, serene music filling my ears. There weren't any other people
in the waiting room. I needed to schedule my appointments
towards the end of the evening since I worked long hours, so
sometimes I was the last appointment of the day. My eyes
closing, I began to think of the 90 minutes of bliss I was about
to experience in strange hands. I could feel my nipples
hardening already-- I loved the feeling of being caressed. My
husband had been neglecting me for awhile now sexually and in
many other ways. Long ago he stopped holding me while we slept,
and kissing me before leaving for work. So I decided to get a
regular massage every 2 weeks, coming home elated to masturbate
myself furiously while he sat downstairs watching TV.
While I was in my waiting room reverie, my name was suddenly
called by a tall, strong looking black male.
"Marcella?" he called to me. My eyes met his. I estimated he was
about 6'1" or taller. He was wearing light green scrubs-- and
looking goddamn fine in them! His hair was cropped close, his
eyes a light green color. A chiseled jaw, little bit of stubble
on his face, making him look rugged and even sexier. My breath
caught in my throat. I rose to my feet and walked over to him.
He shook my hand warmly, holding my patient chart in the other
"Hi, yes, that's me," I said timidly, with a small smile.
"Hi, I'm Darius," he said, his voice deep and sexy. I'd never
had him before. Since I was the last client, he locked the front
door before escorting me back to the massage room, asking the
typical questions, such as if there was any particular soreness
I was experiencing or any place in particular I wanted him to
focus on. I told him No, aside from just being tight from
stress, I just wanted relaxation. He smiled and walked out of
the room to let me disrobe, telling me to get undressed to my
level of comfort and saying he'd knock on the door to make sure
I was covered under the thin sheet on the massage table before
coming back in.
Usually I kept my tiny thong panties on, but this time I felt
like getting totally naked-- I couldn't wait to feel his hands
on my body! I took off my jacket and peeled off my tight skirt,
then removed my silk sleeveless blouse. Next, I slowly removed
my matching white lace bra and panties. Glancing in the mirror,
I squeezed my pert breasts in my hands, the brown nipples
getting harder in the coolness of the room. Soft classical music
The reflection in the mirror looked damn fine -- there I was, a
petite, successful, young, black woman, 5'1" and about 100lbs
when soaking wet. My skin a light brown color, my ass perfectly
firm. Though I was petite, my breasts were a nice handful, a
32C. My hair was light brown, long and curly, with blond
highlights. Thick lips, warm brown eyes, some freckles. A thin
strip of trimmed pubic hair over my mound under a flat, hard
tummy. Things I wished my husband would notice...
I climbed onto the table on my belly, completely naked, and
covered myself with the sheet up to my shoulders, resting my
face in the face cradle and trying to relax. Darius knocked
softly and I called for him to come in. He dimmed the lights and
situated his assortment of oils. Silently, I laid on the table,
feeling slightly vulnerable, which was actually turning me on
even more. I didn't usually talk much during my massages-- I
just wanted to relax.
Darius didn't speak as he walked up to the table, uncovering my
upper back, and soon placing his large, warm hands on my tense
back. I could feel tension start melting away with the soft
pressure of his warm hands. He moved his hands over my back in
circles, getting me used to his touch, before specifically
starting to work on my right shoulder and upper arm.
My body was putty in his hands. As he manipulated my shoulder
and arm, I felt my breasts jiggle below me against the table.
His rubbing eased the ache in my sore upper back and tired
dominant right arm. After he was done with the right, he moved
to my left shoulder and arm, repeating the gentle manipulation
of my tired muscles. He asked if the pressure was fine, and I
simply mumbled a Yes.
He moved on to my middle back after 15 minutes on my shoulders
and arms, peeling a little more of the covers from my body. His
hands rubbed long strokes all over me, my body becoming slick
with the relaxing lavender scented oils. I felt his expert hands
caressing along my spine, easing away all the stress from the
work week. His fingers rubbed below my ribs, working away any
pain I'd felt from being so stressed and tense all week. My
whole body was tingling with the stimulation. I loved his
strong, smooth touch!
I felt him move down to my feet, folding the blanket back so he
could hold each foot in his warm hands, getting my feet
acclimated to his touch. He then rubbed along my sore calf
muscles, coating my skin with the oil. My breath caught in my
throat as I felt him reach above my knees, rubbing my thighs,
inches from my bare pussy! Instantly I felt myself getting
wetter with his expert touch on my sensitive thighs.
"That feels really good," I said quietly.
"I'm glad, Marcella," he replied softly. "You know, you have
very beautiful skin. I'm sure you're probably told that all the
time. A beautiful caramel complexion. And you're so taut, so
lean, your body is perfect," he said. I didn't even know what to
say -- my husband never complimented me anymore.
"Thank you," was all I could muster. He moved back down to my
calf muscles again and worked around my ankles and back down to
"And your feet are perfect too," he chuckled. "I like these
painted toenails, very pretty..." I had just gotten a pedicure
the previous weekend, and my toes and fingernails were a light,
metallic pink color. I thanked him again while letting him
expertly rub my tired feet.
After he was done with my legs and feet, he asked if he could
work on my gluteus maximus. My ass! Oh, I'd love to feel his
hands on my hips. He began kneading my ass, keeping me covered
with the blanket, but I'm sure he could tell I had no panties
on. It felt awesome! I felt him begin chopping my asscheeks with
his hands, my ass bouncing up at him with his intense movements.
The other massage therapists I'd seen didn't do gluteal work,
unfortunately. I was loving it! My whole body shook with his
When he was done, he asked me to flip over onto my back so he
could better massage my arms and feet. I obliged-- he tried to
discreetly hold the blanket up over me so as to protect my
nudity while I flipped over, but in the process of me moving
around on the table I accidentally stuck my arm out at the
blanket that was being held up, knocking it out of one of
Darius' hands. As I was in mid-flip, there was my naked breast
completely exposed to him! I froze, my upper body half-way
uncovered, my eyes looking up-- he was staring at my exposed
titty! He shook himself, apologized, and quickly covered me up
as I fully settled on my back on the table.
I smiled up at him; I didn't mind he'd seen my breast and hoped
he'd liked what he'd saw. Judging from the slight bulge in his
scrubs that I saw from the corner of my eye, he did! He began
intensely rubbing my arms, my breasts jiggling again as I lay on
my back. I heard Darius start breathing heavier from his intense
strokes upon my body. He began gently rubbing my hands, and
after doing so he stretched my arms out, which felt really good.
The blanket was being pulled down, though, during the stretches.
Neither of us spoke, neither of us made an effort to prevent it
from sliding down and exposing my perfect tits again.
I looked up at him and locked eyes at him as he stood behind my
head, massaging my neck and scalp and looking down at me. My
body felt so good at his touch, and I told him so. He smiled at
me, telling me that I was beautiful, my body perfect to touch.
My heart was beating faster. I closed my eyes while he rubbed my
head, which felt amazing. His hands went down my neck and around
to my shoulders and then my chest. I opened my eyes again and
looked up at him. The blanket had exposed my breasts almost to
"Darius..." I said quietly.
"Yes, Marcella?" he said softly. The quiet classical music
continued. We were both breathing heavier. The sexual attraction
between us was now incredibly thick in the room.
"I'd love for you to massage me all over..." I said.
"Marcella..." he began.
"Please? I haven't ever had anyone touch me so good..."
He reached down, his large hands resting gently on my chest. I
heard him breathe deeply, as if trying to control himself. I
instinctively spread my legs open a little as I lay back on the
table. My breasts were still somewhat covered by the fabric. I
tugged a little on the blanket, pulling it free of my breasts as
Darius rested his large hands on my chest. His breath caught in
his throat in the quiet room as my perfect tits became free.
Nipples hardening... I reached my hands up to cup my breasts as
he kept his hands on my chest, inches above my tits. He was
standing behind me, frozen as he watched me holding my ample
breasts in each hand.
I closed my eyes and began pulling on my nipples. Darius stayed
still, his hands resting on me. He was watching me starting to
play with myself. I knew he was struggling to be professional,
but also transfixed by the sexy black woman laying prone on his
massage table who was starting to tweak her nipples right in
front of him. Opening my eyes, they met his in a heated gaze. He
licked his lips as his eyes focused on my fingers stimulating my
My lower body was still covered by the blanket. I reached one
hand down and stroked it lightly against my pussy slit, feeling
my hand become wet with my aroused pussy juice. Darius watched
my hand bobbing under the blanket as I rubbed my clit. Then I
reached my pussy juice coated hand out from under the blanket
and grabbed one of Darius' hands, taking it and placing it over
one of my breasts. He moaned a little, his hand cupping my firm
"Marcella, I really do think you are damn fine, but you're my
patient..." Darius said to me, his hand staying still around my
breast. I took his other hand and began sucking his fingers as I
stared up at him. Then I took that hand and placed it on my
"I think you're damn fine, too, Darius. I really want you, you
are so sexy... You make me feel so good, no one has paid such
attention to my body for so long..." I said.
"I find that hard to believe," he said, taking his hands off my
breasts and stepping away from the table. I could see an
enormous bulge in his pants. I sat up on the table, my tits
completely exposed with the blanket around my waist.
"No, really, Darius-- I have a husband but he doesn't fuck me
anymore! I don't know what his problem is... I haven't had sex
for months, I don't cheat on him, I swear. But you, it's just,
you're so fucking sexy, you make my body feel appreciated," I
said, tears starting to form in my eyes.
"Look, I'm going to let you sit here for a few minutes and calm
down. I'm gonna walk out and make sure my other coworkers have
all left the clinic for the day, then I'll come back in and
we'll talk some more," he said.
He left me sitting on the table. I swallowed hard, trying not to
cry. Instead I kicked the blanket off my legs and spread myself
wide on the massage table, fingering my clit hard. My entire
body was slick from the massage oils. With my other hand I
tweaked and pulled on my nipple. I placed a manicured finger
inside my wet cunt and started finger fucking myself, adding a
second finger after a few minutes. Picking up the pace, I was
soon breathing hard, my legs still splayed wide open. My free
hand squeezed my firm breasts and played with my nipples. Damn,
I wanted a good fuck so badly! I knew I couldn't count on my
husband. My legs were still open wide, two fingers still fucking
myself in the cunt, my fingers around a nipple when Darius
opened the door wide.
"Oh, fuck..." he said, staring into my wet pussy. His cock
instantly hardened in his scrubs. It looked huge! I stared back
at him with a heated gaze.
I shivered, my fingers now withdrawn from inside my pussy but
rubbing my clit hard. He walked to the table I was sitting on
and kissed me passionately. Gently at first, his lips pressed
against mine, I kissed him back, removing my pussy soaked hand
to hold him close to me. There was a pussy juice hand print on
his light green scrubs from holding him against me as we kissed
slowly at first, then more intensely, trading tongues while our
hands caressed each others' bodies.
Just as I thought, he was solid and muscular and felt like
heaven in my arms. He pressed me down on the table, his hard
cock stabbing into my thigh as it bulged in his pants. He broke
the kiss to gently suck on my neck, making goosebumps break out
over my whole body. Then he bent down to tongue my nipples, and
I moaned, clutching his back. He trailed his tongue all over my
breasts while looking deep into my eyes, his hands holding each
of my breasts firmly. After a few minutes of sucking on my
breasts and nipples he began kissing a trail down my belly
button and all over my flat belly.
He straightened up to pull his top off, exposing his glistening,
hard, smooth perfect chest. His abs were a defined six-pack. I
could see his monster cock standing hard in his pants. He bent
down and started kissing my pubic mound, his eyes on mine as he
did so. I moaned as his tongue licked my clit, the first time my
clit had been kissed in years! My husband never ate me out-- the
last time my pussy was eaten, it was one of my female friends
back in college one drunken night. I loved it then, and was
loving it now!
Darius licked circles around my clit, making me squirm with
pleasure as he held my hips firmly in his big hands. My pussy
was right in his face, and he seemed about to devour it! After
spending a few minutes licking at my hard clit, he began licking
up and down my entire slit. Slowly at first, then increasing the
pressure and pace as he lapped up and down my pussy gash,
savoring my juices on his tongue, staring up at me the entire
time. My breasts were heaving; I was squeezing my nipples hard
while he was lavishing my cunt with his oral attentions. I felt
like my body was on fire, it was so stimulated!
His tongue licked into my slit, parting my pussy lips and
delving inside of me. My moans became louder as he licked deeper
and deeper, holding my hips tightly, his mouth pressed hard to
my cunt. He pulled away a little so he could rub his fingertips
over my pussy, making me moan even more with his teasing
strokes. He took my clit in between his fingers and began
licking on it vigorously, and I writhed around on table in
pleasure, moaning his name. Still licking my clit, he began
inserting his long fingers into my soaking pussy hole. My moans
intensified, and I was now clawing his back hard with my
fingernails as he ate me out.
He began finger fucking me with a steady pace while lapping at
my clit and looking up into my eyes. I felt an orgasm begin to
build up inside me-- he was about to make me cum hard! It
started as a tingle in my toes, and worked its way up through my
calf muscles then my thighs and finally to the very core of my
sex. My body felt the orgasm surge through me like an electric
shock. I started screaming that I was cumming. Darius didn't
stop sucking on my clit or finger fucking me as my body
convulsed on the table as I came hard in his face, moaning
loudly and grabbing onto the table for leverage.
The climax pulsed through me for what seemed to be almost a
minute. I had never felt so turned on by a man. My husband had
never made me orgasm, not once during our years of marriage and
years of dating. This is what I was missing, oh, what a damn
shame! As I tried calming down from my powerful orgasm, Darius
pulled his mouth off my cunt and began kissing upwards towards
my pert breasts again, kissing them passionately and then again
biting and sucking my neck gently. I wanted him badly, and I
could tell from his throbbing cock that he was feeling the same
way towards me!
We kissed as he struggled to pull his pants off, tossing the
green scrubs aside and then pulling his silky boxers down to
reveal an enormous, perfect prick. He held it in his hand, and I
told him how perfect and delicious it looked.
"Let me have a taste, Darius..." I said lustfully. He stepped
aside to let me get off the table, and he leaned against it
while I bent down and cupped his huge balls. I took his stiff
prick in the other hand and raised it to my lips. It was
probably over 10" long, there was no way I'd be able to swallow
the whole thing down, unfortunately. I caressed the underside of
his cockhead with my tongue, making him moan softly. My eyes
stayed on his as I ran my tongue all along his hard shaft,
feeling every vein within it. It was so long and so hard, like
steel. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and stroked
him with my hand, making him moan. A few more inches of his
brown meat went into my mouth as I held his shaft firmly,
fucking his cock into my mouth.
After a few minutes he pulled me off of his cock before he could
cum and helped me back onto the table. I laid back, heart
racing, finally going to be fucked by a man liked I'd been
needing for so long! He stepped up to the table and I held my
legs wide open for him. We locked eyes again as he raised the
head of his big prick to my pussy hole.
"Yes, Darius, I fucking want you...Oh, I want you so bad, put it
inside me... Please, please..." I moaned while he rubbed his
prick against my wet gash.
"Yes, baby, you fine fucking woman, I do want your cunt
badly..." he said, breathing hard. His cockhead parted my cunt
lips and entered me a few inches. I began moaning instantly as I
felt the thick meat entering my hole. His cockhead was so big,
it almost felt like a lightbulb being shoved up in me! A few
more inches of his cock were shoved into my pussy-- he was about
half way in and moving slowly to allow my pussy to adjust to his
"Oh, Darius, you feel so fucking good inside me," I said,
quivering below him, still holding my legs wide open for him to
enter me to the max. He held my waist firmly as he began
stuffing himself inside me.
"You feel so fucking amazing, Marcella-- you are so fucking
tight, like a virgin, oh, my God, it's like heaven around my
cock!" Darius exclaimed. We kissed passionately as another inch
of cock slipped inside my wet hole. I grabbed his ass and pulled
him hard against me, his body weighing down on mine as he fucked
me flat on my back on the massage table. He groaned as more of
his cock entered my hole-- he was almost completely inside me. I
felt him pull his cock out just a little, then slam it back into
me hard, completely inside me, my pussy swallowing his entire
Once fully within me, he bent down and sucked and kissed my neck
and tits while gently fucking my pussyhole. I moaned underneath
of him. He picked his pace up, beginning to fuck me a little
faster. I was so aroused, I could feel every inch of his dick
inside of me-- his fat cockhead was deep up in my cervix. Never
had I felt so stuffed! I clutched hard at his back as he began
thrusting harder and faster. We kissed and both quickly became
breathless. My fingernails were digging hard into his back as
his cock pounded into me.
It felt amazing, so much better than my husband, who was
unfortunately the only other man I'd been with. We had been
together since high school. No kids, both of us workaholics, the
passion having died long ago. Darius was passionate about me,
and I was passionate about him. I screamed his name while his
cock plunged in and out of me-- this is how I'd wanted to be
fucked my whole life! My husband never had much interest in sex,
even at the beginning of our relationship. I had always resorted
to getting myself off, he had never made me cum. Darius had
already made me climax just from eating my cunt!
My hips humped back at his, meeting his powerful thrusts,
jamming as much of his hard meat inside me as he possibly could.
We were both slick with massage oils and sweat, and kissing each
other hard, moaning into each others' mouths. His large balls
were slamming against my wet gash as he fucked me hard. My
breasts bounced wildly against my chest, and he began squeezing
them in his large hands, sucking my hard nipples. I held him
tight against me and moaned from the passion and pleasure. His
back was getting all clawed up with my fingernail scratching.
We were so out of breath that he slowed to a stop inside my
pussy and looked down at me, cock fully lodged up in my pussy,
taking a quick break. Both of us broke into smiles, and we
kissed again. Slowly, he pulled out of me and helped me off the
table to my feet. He turned me so I was facing the table,
bending me over a little over the table and raising my ass in
the air. I used the table for support, and he buried his face up
into my pussy from behind. I cried out with the pleasure of his
tongue on my hyper-stimulated pussy. He fingered my clit, making
me moan and squirm against the table.
I felt another orgasm building inside me as he lapped up my cunt
juices. Before I could climax, he pulled his sexy face away from
my pussy and again took his steel hard cock in his hand. I
turned my head and watched from over my shoulder as he raised
his long prick to my pussy from behind to fuck me as we were
standing. His prickhead entered my hole a few inches, and he
began holding my hips tight. Once his big, mushroom shaped
cockhead was in my pussyhole again, he plunged into me hard and
deep. I cried out, moaning under his long, hard, deep strokes
into my warm hole. He reached a hand underneath me, caressing my
smooth abdomen, and then stroking my mound. He held his hand
hard against my stuffed pussy, which was filled completely with
his thick meat.
His thrusting from behind felt intensely pleasurable as I held
myself up against the table. My husband never fucked me from
behind-- he did missionary only, sadly. The feeling of Darius'
hand on my stuffed pussymound was encouraging my second orgasm.
His fingertips began strumming my clit as he maintained his pace
fucking my pussy hard from behind. An orgasm suddenly exploded
through me again-- I exclaimed that I was cumming as I collapsed
against the table. Darius didn't stop fucking me, he groaned as
he held his steady pace over my body from behind.
He then slowed down a little to let me recover below him. I
moaned loudly as he pulled his cock out of me slowly. Then,
while I was bent over the table, he ate me out again, his tongue
delving deep into my slit. I was still coming down from my
second orgasm when a third built up inside me. Darius licked his
tongue all along my slit, and he was again gently pressing a
finger on my clit. I grinded my pussy in his face as my third
orgasm broke out wildly through my body. Again I screamed that I
was cumming. Darius continued French kissing my cunt and clit
while my orgasm surged through my petite body, making my legs
When I was done, the orgasm subsiding, he pulled his lips away
from me and picked me up in his strong arms. I wrapped my legs
hard around him, looking deep into his eyes. Our bodies pressed
hard against each other. He put his cock inside my wet hole as
he held me up, fucking me while I was holding close to him,
bouncing me up and down on his cock. I threw my head back in
ecstasy, and he kissed my neck while continuing to stuff his
meat in and out of me.
Then, his cock still inside me, he began carrying me out of the
room. We kissed hard as he held me close, his prick buried in my
pussy, carrying me through the hallway as he precariously fucked
me. We laughed together as he almost toppled us over, his dick
sliding from my hole, but he didn't drop me. He carried me to
the waiting room area, where there was a big stuffed chair, the
one I had sat in when I was waiting for my appointment a little
Darius sat down on the chair and pulled me on top of him, facing
away from him. I straddled his cock and then sat down on it. He
began fucking me from behind, fingering my clit and rubbing my
meat-stuffed pussy with one hand and holding one of my breasts
tight. I moaned as he sucked on my neck while he fucked me hard,
my asscheeks bouncing against his thighs. He began grasping both
breasts as he fucked me. Both of us were covered with sweat,
massage oil and my pussy juice. We were groaning and moaning
loudly as fucked on the chair for several minutes. The office
was air conditioned, but we had been fucking so intensely that
we were overheated. He slowed down, still holding my tits tight
and lightly squeezing my nipples.
"Marcella..." he said breathlessly.
"Yes, Darius?" I said, breasts heaving in his hands. He had
slowed to a stop, with his cock buried completely in my pussy.
"Do you... do you wanna take a break and a shower with me real
quick? You know, to cool down? We been working up quite a sweat!
And you need to make sure to drink plenty of water after your
massage, and, uh, after all this strenuous physical activity."
I smiled and nodded. He got me a cup of cold water and led me to
the employee shower room. Darius got some towels ready as he let
the water warm up a little for us, but he kept it somewhat cool
so it'd be refreshing for our hot bodies. His cock was still
hard as we stepped under the spray of water. I stood in front of
him and let the cool water hit my back. From behind me, he
reached his arms around me and caressed my firm belly and pussy
mound, soaping me up gently. Then rubbing his soapy hands over
my breasts. I moaned as I felt his body press against mine from
behind, his rock hard prick jabbing into the back of my thigh.
He kissed the back of my neck, and goosebumps broke out all over
my skin under the cool water and his sexy touch. His prickhead
was standing straight at the entrance to my pussyhole from
Tightly he wrapped his arms around me and thrust his prick into
my pussy again. I moaned with pleasure as his long prick
instantly filled me back up, his hands holding me tight, the
water spraying gently around us. He began thrusting in and out
of me, almost pulling his cock completely out but then jamming
it back in hard instead. We moaned together as the water fell
upon our bodies, Darius fucking me slow and hard now as I stood
up, bent over slightly for him.
As his prick was inside me, he began running his hands all over
my body, caressing me everywhere. The cockhead stayed anchored
up in my cervix as he slowed to a stop, pinching both my nipples
in his hands. Then he almost pulled out, but instead slammed his
prick all the way back in. I cried out. His cock stayed still
again deep in my moist twat, and he began strumming my clit
again. I moaned from the intense pleasure.
A few minutes later, after sufficiently refreshing ourselves in
the shower, Darius pulled his cock out of me and led me out of
the showers to dry off in the locker room with him. He still
hadn't let himself cum yet. We gently toweled each other off in
between passionate kisses. I started sucking his cock again
while his back was up against the locker. Only half of it would
fit into my mouth. I cupped his balls in my hand as he began
fucking my face with his cock, making me gag as it entered into
my throat. He moaned, pulling some of his cock out so as not to
choke me. I squeezed his balls while holding his shaft firmly in
the other hand, sucking his cock hard and fast.
Then, after letting me suck on him for a few minutes, he pulled
me away and led me out of the locker room. He took me to a
little employee break room with a small bed in it, and laid me
down on my back. His cock still raging hard, he climbed on top
of me, straddling me, holding my legs open wide. I took his hard
meat and rubbed my slit with it, making us both moan.
He held my legs as wide open as they could possibly go, his
cockhead pressing hard against my slit. I released the hard
shaft from my hand and Darius plunged his magnificent prick deep
inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his body pressed hard
against mine, weighing me down. The bed creaked wildly-- the
small cot probably wasn't designed for two passionate lovers
Darius fucked me hard and slow while holding me tightly, biting,
kissing, and sucking on my neck and tits while massaging my
pussyhole with his cock. I felt his huge cockhead deep within my
pussy as his balls pressed to my ass. Now I was holding my legs
up in the air, wide apart for Darius to get his cock as far
inside my hole as he could go. And he could go pretty far,
apparently! It felt like his prickhead reached deep within me,
into my cervix, when he was fully inside.
Another orgasm was stirring at the tips of my toes. We were both
moaning with our passionate animal sex. Darius grunted, fucking
me deep and slow and hard, his balls stimulating my pussy when
he was buried fully in my wet hole. He reached down and began
rubbing my clit with his thumb, making me scream louder
underneath him. In no time we were both just as sweaty as before
"Marcella, baby, can I cum inside you?" asked Darius
breathlessly. "Please, please... oh, fuck I want to unload my
cum in you so fucking bad..." My head was beginning to spin with
the powerful orgasm that was nearly upon me. I wanted nothing
more at that moment than to be filled with this man's seed, deep
up in my unprotected womb. At that moment there was no time to
think of my husband, no time to think of what would happen if I
was impregnated by this sexy man who was a stranger only hours
"Yes, yes, Darius, cum in me! Fuck, yes, come on, cum in me, I
haven't had a man cum in me in years! You feel so fucking good
up in my pussy, oh, fuck you're so deep inside me... I'm cumming
again, shit, fuck, cum with me, Darius!!" I screamed, my orgasm
shooting out through my entire body powerfully as Darius slammed
himself into me one final time, grinding hard against my pubic
mound and clit, his meat buried deep in my hole, his prickhead
reaching into my cervix, buried tight in my pussy walls. He
pressed his body flat against me and kissed me hard.
My cunt spasmed around Darius' perfect cock as I orgasmed, my
legs now wrapped tight around his ass. I moaned into his mouth
and writhed below him. We kissed passionately, until he broke
the kiss to bury his face in my neck, his hot breath against my
neck. His body went still, I held onto him tight, my own orgasm
pulsing through me, and then I felt his cock twitching inside
me. He groaned loudly in my ear as he held me hard, his meat
completely stuffed inside me, about to erupt sperm into my womb.
We both gasped as his cum flooded my pussy. I moaned, my orgasm
still surging through my body as Darius was unloading inside me.
I grasped hard at his back as his cock continued to pulsate jets
of sperm deep, deep in my hole. Far deeper than my husband had
ever been. We moaned together, then kissed again as my orgasm
began subsiding and his cock finished erupting spurts of cum in
my womb. He looked deep into my eyes again, cock still hard
inside my hole, and smiled broadly before kissing me again.
We were both breathing hard. After a few minutes, he pulled his
long prick from my insides, making me cry out as his thick meat
left my hot hole. The cum was so deep inside me. He held me
close to him on the small cot, and we began to talk for awhile.
"Marcella, you have to leave your husband. He just ain't
appreciating you right. You say he's the only other person
you've fucked besides me?" Darius asked. I nodded. "Well, baby,
now you fucked me. You ain't fucked your husband in a long time,
so now, technically, I am the only man you are fucking. You
should be with me and me alone. And I came in your pussy, too,
Marcella. I bet you're not on birth control?" I shook my head.
"See, now we have to think of the consequences. I will support
you no matter what, if you want a baby or not. But I doubt your
husband would want another man knocking up his wife. It's more
fair to both of you to divorce, you know that, baby. Besides, I
want to keep fucking you... And I don't want to share you with
another man. I want you fully. Completely. Anywhere."
I kissed Darius passionately. He was right, I had been thinking
of a divorce for quite some time. I nodded. I'd begin looking
for a lawyer, and prepare to break the news to my husband.
Darius held me tight against him on the tiny cot, spooning me.
He squeezed me tight and kissed my shoulder.
After it was agreed -- we would keep fucking, I would divorce my
husband -- we laid quietly together for awhile before he began
caressing my breasts and belly and pussy mound from behind. My
pussy was already wet with his cum deposit, but got even wetter
as he stroked my clit lightly. I raised my top leg high in the
air for him and pressed my ass hard against his growing cock. He
held me close and once his prick was fully hard again he pressed
it to my pussy lips and began fucking me gently from behind
while we spooned together.
He held my breasts and rubbed my clit, me keeping my leg raised
for him to fuck into me hard from behind. Darius was kissing on
my shoulders and neck while he pounded me. The small cot was
squeaking and creaking under the weight and the sex. I was
moaning again in no time, his fingers on my clit stirring up
another orgasm. Reaching behind me, I rubbed his balls while he
buried his cock into me and he groaned and fucked me harder.
The cot was rocking wildly, and suddenly, while I was on the
verge of cumming and it seemed like Darius was too, the cot
began collapsing under our weight, first one side then the other
until suddenly with a loud crashing sound we both found
ourselves falling with the breaking bed! At least the small
mattress broke our fall, and Darius and I just laughed after
checking to make sure we were both okay. He then pulled me on
top of him, staring up into my eyes, and I began riding his
long, sexy cock with a rapid pace. We both moaned from our small
mattress on the floor as I fucked him hard. My tits bounced with
the wild fucking. His hands held my hips hard, his balls
slapping against my ass and his thighs as he pounded his cock up
Sperm from his previous orgasm was leaking from my hole down to
his balls and smearing on my ass. He held me hard against him so
he could suck on my nipples and neck, and I moaned as my clit
grinded against the base of his fat black cock. My orgasm, which
had unfortunately ceased as the bed was collapsing, began
stirring again within my loins while my sexy new lover's cock
filled me up hard. I screamed out that I was cumming and he
kissed me passionately. Then I felt his cock stay still in my
pussyhole, deep as it could go, to erupt inside me while I
orgasmed. His prickhead was spewing cum within my womb, filling
me, overflowing as it dribbled out of my pussy and down his
balls. Breathlessly, I smiled as my orgasm faded, his prick
still inside me, surveying the damage of the broken bed.
"It's okay, Marcella, everyone that works here knows this bed
was a piece of shit that was about ready to collapse anyway--
I'll just tell them I did it while tossing around during a quick
after-work nap. I'll replace it soon, no worries," said Darius
with a smile, his cock deflating in my sperm-filled pussy. We
kissed again and I stepped off of him. It was getting late, I
needed to get home. Even though my husband probably wouldn't
even notice I was gone... We were sleeping in different
bedrooms, things had gotten so bad. The time had come for me to
break free to pursue this sexy new love!
Darius and I made plans to go out on a proper date very soon,
but we needed to be discreet since I was still married. He
invited me to come to his place for dinner Saturday night, where
we could spend an intimate evening together. I agreed, beginning
to feel the excitement of a new relationship. We kissed again as
he led me back to the massage room where my clothes were. He
refused to give me my thong back, wanting to keep it as a
memento of our first fuck. I let him have it, let the cum drip
from my pussy.
He put his green scrubs back on, smiling at me as he scooped
some of his cum from my pussy while I bent over to get my skirt.
I raised his fingers to my lips and licked his cum off, and he
shuddered. His cock twitched again in his scrubs, and I smiled
back at him widely while dressing.
We walked out of the clinic and he locked up, then escorted me
to the parking deck where my car was. It was late night, and the
car park was deserted. Bright lights illuminated my car as the
solitary vehicle on the second level of the parking deck. We
were walking hand in hand. As we stepped in front of my car, we
shared a hot kiss, holding each other close. After a few moments
of passionate kissing, I felt his cock stirring against my belly
through the thin fabric of his scrubs. He smiled at me, kissing
down my neck to my blouse, making my nipples stiffen in my lacy
bra. The bright lights shined down upon us in the parking deck.
My heart was beating hard, but I couldn't resist stroking
Darius' cock through his scrubs, making it get even harder. He
pushed me against the hood of my car and pulled his scrubs and
boxers down, pulling his throbbing hard cock out again.
"I just can't get enough of you, you beautiful woman," Darius
said to me, pressing me down on my back against my cool car. I
had no panties on under my skirt, so he was easily able to find
the entrance to my wet pussyhole with his hard meat. Once again,
his prickhead forced my slit open. He paused a moment, then
slammed hard into me, jamming my cunt suddenly full of cock. I
moaned out, my moan echoing through the parking deck. We laughed
as he continued pounding me hard against my car. I raised my
legs high against his chest and he stuffed his meat up as far as
he could go go, his balls against my asscrack, getting wet with
cum and cunt juice.
He pounded intensely for a few minutes, the car shaking under
our sex, and we kissed hard. His balls tightened and after a few
more deep thrusts his cock exploded deep into my pussy again. He
pulled it out almost to the cockhead while he was still spurting
his semen into my hole. We kissed passionately as his meat
throbbed within me for a few more moments. Finally, he pulled
out of me, his prick streaking cum across the hood of my car.
We kissed goodbye shortly after, and I drove home quietly with
thoughts of telling my husband I wanted a divorce, and
distracted thoughts of my sexy new lover. My cunt was so full of
his sperm! When I came home, my husband was still awake, sitting
by the TV. He barely looked up at me, just nodding at me.
"How was your massage, Marcella?" my husband said,
absentmindedly as he watched some sports on TV.
"It was good, honey..." I said. As Darius' cum was dripping out
of my cunt and down my thighs, I took a deep breath and said to
my husband, "Honey, I realized that the best thing for us to do
is to get a divorce. I think it'd be better for both of us. It
just doesn't seem we're in love anymore. We may love each other
still, but you know we're not in love..."
I swallowed hard as my husband stared up at me, blankly at
first. Then he nodded. He agreed, the love was gone. And so it
was decided-- I'd soon be free from my loveless marriage to
pursue the pleasure of the body I so deserved! I kissed my
husband on the cheek and went to my separate bedroom, laying
down on my back, thinking of all the fun I had and would have
again with Darius. His cum oozed from my hole. I loved it! I
reached under the blanket and fingered my cum soaked pussy,
rubbing my clit hard with Darius' sperm. Spreading my legs wide
under the blanket, I was soon making myself cum with thoughts of
my sexy masseuse-- oh, I couldn't wait for another one of
The dinner date at Darius' house the next night was incredible.
We found it to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship,
still going strong. He treated me to a home-cooked meal,
impressing me with his cooking skills, then we talked through a
movie and drank some wine, then a late night swim in his pool
which turned into some hot pool sex, and then the rest of the
night including lots more sex. He made me cum at least 5 times
with his cock and tongue. And I loved feeling his cum filling up
my hyper-stimulated pussy! And, to top it off, in the early
hours of the morning before we went to sleep in each others
arms, after we were both exhausted from fucking for hours, he
still gave me an amazing massage!
My wife Shyamala writes a confidential
letter to her friend Girly
I found a confidential letter
written by my wife shyamala to her friend girly. This incident
took place during her previous marriage
You were right; I can't believe I doubted you for so long. I
denied myself the joy of Black men for all those years. When I
think of all that black cock I could have enjoyed nearly brings
tears to my eyes. I envy all your black boyfriends back in those
crazy school days. You went with, what,...maybe eight or ten
guys. I recall being curious though reserved….I lacked the moxie
to break with the pack, being a conservative Indian with strict
Well, my dear Girly, I'm a believer now. You see I recently shed
those stupid inhibitions and began dating Black men. Actually it
was three weeks ago when I finally "got religion!"-BLACK MAGIC!
And so, Girly, there I was on my knees about to worship my first
big, throbbing, black penis. It was aimed just inches from my
face, my quivering red-glossed lips. To say that it was the most
appetizing dick ever to grace my presence would not be an
overstatement. Its smooth ebony skin glistened wonderfully down
the entire veiny shaft except for the bulbous head. Here it
turned nearly pinkish as it jetted from its turtle-like
foreskin. Having lived 24 years in denial and dreaming
vicariously through your sex life, it all seemed to come down to
this moment. I was just seconds away from tasting it as I gazed
greedily in awe still marvelling at its full ten inches of joy.
My eyes were sponges soaking in its mysterious knowledge. It was
art, a fucking masterpiece. I studied the peehole, which
reminded me of a tiny mouth. If it could speak I imagined it
might say something like, "Open wide, girlie, I'm coming in!" My
whole body shook in anticipation of taking this juicy tube of
blood-engorged flesh through my lips, into my mouth, and down my
moist throat. My breath whispered across it, hot and uneven as
my heart pulsed. I could contain myself no longer: my hand
pumped him gently as I parted my willing lips and...but I'm
getting a head of myself.
Remember when we used to kick around a bit back when we were
kids? We had a lot of great times you and me. It abruptly came
to an end though when I shied away after you began running with
Black guys. It was ignorance, I admit. I was an idiot for
allowing myself to fall victim to peer pressure. And worse of
all, I was a hypocrite because I secretly lusted for your black
boyfriends. For what it matters, I am sorry. Truly sorry.
Anyway, Girly, it's been how many years since we saw each other?
I bet at least five. I should tell you that I married computer
salesman, Mohanlal. I suppose I don't need to tell you that he's
Indian from Kerala with a minuscule cock. I've kept my figure
for which Mohanlal is so proud of showing off. It may sound
conceited but I have never had a problem attracting attention
from the opposite sex. With a 34B cup size, a "cute bubble butt"
(as Mohanlal will say), brown eyes, and jet black hair set
against my pale Indian skin, I know I'm a catch for any man. I
take good care of myself. I work out almost daily, wear
fashionable clothes, make routine visits to the nail salon to
maintain my one and a half inch nails, and have perfected my
make-up. Remember all the time we used to spend trying all the
latest make-overs. Back then I could never get it right. Now I
am very confident with my appearance. We have an easy life with
a fairly routine. I suppose some people would call it a rut.
You see, Girly, my husband and I have sort of drifted apart.
Mohanlal has become so absorbed in his work the last few years
that we almost live separate lives. Often he is on the road and
though I can't find proof he has ever been unfaithful, I can't
say he satisfies me completely. We rarely make love.
I work as a logistic officer small Import and Export company in
Andheri about 45 hours a week. When my husband Mohanlal is away
on business I sometimes check out the night life around town. A
lot of new clubs have opened downtown in Andheri, Goregaon and
Kandivili. Although I just go out to dance, I never seriously
considered cheating on my husband. And let me let you know, I
have had opportunities. From both Black and Indian men.
Lately, I have experienced very intense dreams of Black men
fucking me. Actually it's more like black cocks as I never see
their faces. I may recall a glimpse of a chest or shoulder but
definitely no faces. Weird, many mornings I have risen with a
dripping pussy and a day-long horniness that just doesn't quit.
Black cocks that once filled my night dreams are now filling my
head during the day as well.
One morning, after such a dream, I woke, masturbated, then tried
a cold shower to rid my mind of cock. Still their images
persisted. So powerful in fact that I became obsessed. At work
that day I lost all hope of getting any serious work done. I
asked my boss for the rest of the day off. He is a dear to work
for and though he granted me my request he did insist I stay
until lunch. Somehow I managed to finish my morning assignment
and needed a break .
After leaving the office, I headed down to Pharaoh’s, an urban
club about ten minutes from work in Andheri. Pharaoh’s is a
class establishment. The interior is posh and cushiony. It's
very clean and comfortable and has a mostly black clientele from
all parts of Africa. It was around half past noon. I knew it
would be slow but my need was great.
Well, Girly, I walked in and found two black men at the bar and
an Indian grey-haired bartender, who looked as out of place as I
did. They were all about my age and were engrossed in an
afternoon football game on the tube. I stepped up to the farther
side of the bar and ordered a double rum and coke. I drank in
silence and hoped that one of the blacks might start a
conversation with me. When, after my first drink, that didn't
happen I decided I should make the first move. As I was about to
walk over to them and offer to buy the next round, the taller of
the two walked in the back to the men’s room. This, I thought,
was even a better opportunity. After a couple of minutes I took
the chance and I walked back coyly slipping into the men’s room.
He was just buckling up at the urinal.
My heart pounded as I stood in the doorway.
He turned, surprised, and nonchalantly said in a deep voice,
"What's up, honey? This ain't no ladies room."
"I know. " I said. I was shaking from anticipation. "I wasn't
looking for the ladies room."
"Oh?" he responded with a touch of sarcasm in his tone.
I suddenly realized I held the advantage position and blurted
out exactly what I wanted to say: "I came in here looking for
some action. I would very much like to suck you off." I couldn't
believe I said it but there I was. Just hearing I say the words
almost made me cream my jeans.
I kept my composure, looked directly in his eyes, and
confidently spoke: "I want to suck your dick. I want to know
what it tastes like. You got a problem with that?"
"Damn, woman. No I got no problem. You want it right here?"
"Right here, right now." I walked smugly into a stall, my high
heels clicking on the tiled floor. It had a mellow musky odour.
I placed the lid top down on the toilet and sat down. I tried to
exude power and authority though my entire body seemed to shake
with excitement. "Come here-bring it on!."
In seconds he was standing directly in front of me like an
obedient puppy and began to undo his pants. "Wait," I said,
"I'll do that."
I slowly unzipped him and let his trousers fall to the floor. I
rubbed him through his jockey shorts with my hand. My long
fingernails carefully scratched his manhood through his cotton
briefs. As he hardened I saw the head boring its way through the
waist band. It struggled for freedom. I carefully pealed back
his underwear and drew them down. His long slab of joy sprung
forwards. And so here it was-fleshy and gorgeous and black, just
inches from my face, as I said before. I finally had a black
cock all to my own just like in my dreams.
"Wow," I told him, "you have a very beautiful cock. It's just
the right length and thickness. I hope you won't mind giving me
a thorough tonsolling with it."
"No problem, lady," he sort of giggled.
"No, I am very serious. I want you to stuff it all the way down
my throat. I want you to literally fuck my face. Make me gag on
it. Don't be shy. Think of me as your personal cock receptacle.
And when you cum, well, I'll give you a choice. You can either
pump it down my throat or blow it in my mouth. Personally, I'd
like to taste it but it's your call."
Now that he was given his instructions, I wasted no time in
beginning my fun. I took his cock in my hand and brought the
head to my lips. My tongue first went for the peehole. I licked
it several times. It was salty, probably from his having just
urinated. I took the head between my lips and drew it in,
sucking hard. He moaned and braced himself with his arms against
the frame of the stall doorway. I carefully lathered his entire
cock, licking and tasting all sides. It was delicious. I nibbled
along the shaft's tender underside and kissed the peehole while
manipulating it with my hands. I was lifted serenely to black
cock heaven as he grew more and more excited. When he started
rocking his hips, I took the hint and opened my mouth for him to
fill. He began to poke it further in and I responded by sucking
more of its length with each thrust. His hands grabbed the back
of my head and I looked up at him with my deep blue eyes to
confirm my consent.
We were committed in jamming that cock all the way down my
throat. With each oncoming thrust another half inch slipped
down. I lustfully accepted a dozen more rams until that
throbbing monster laid claim to my oesophagus. Clearly now the
advantage was his-he was in full blood lust. I would receive a
thorough face-fucking whether I wanted it or not. I loved it!
Thrust after thrust, dive after dive, his black pecker
penetrated the depths of my accommodating throat. I couldn't
believe cock sucking could be so much fun. He was so hard and so
manly. And Goddamn he felt and tasted so fucking good, Girly.
Having worked up a good steady rhythm, it easily sliding in and
out as saliva seeped out in long strands then dribbled on the
floor. I creamed my undies several times while fingering myself.
Then almost disparately, he clutched my hair, planted his cock
in my throat, and held my face way down into his crotch. He
bucked with my nose nuzzled in his pubic hairs. Not once, not
twice, but three times. I was completely plugged and couldn't
breathe. I thought he'd shoot his spunk right down my throat but
unfortunately, I couldn't hold him in any longer and had to push
off him gagging and gasping for air.
At this point there was no turning back. His eyes told me that
he couldn't stop if he wanted to and I so wanted his seed.
Quickly he brought it back to my face and pushed my hands away.
Pumping his cock with his own hand, he aimed his cock directly
at my mouth. I instinctively fell to my knees in front of him
and looked him square in the eyes. With his free hand he cupped
the back of my head. I licked my lips and opened wide for him.
Offering my extended tongue as an easy target for his ejaculate,
he nestled his mushroomed head on it and vigorously stroked
himself as I held on to his upper thighs anticipating my sweet
pungent treat. Pre-come oozed and I got a quick prelude of what
was forthcoming, Girly. My body was electric and nervously
twitched, my panties soaked through. My God, it was good. It was
so fucking well, Girly!
Then at last he came. A huge wad of sperm skipped across the
back of my tongue and clung to the back walls of my throat. I
made gagging noises but keep my mouth wide open for his next
shot. His second-a big white oyster of jism-fell on the flat of
my tongue. I pulled it quickly in and opened wide for the third
blast. This one hit the roof of my mouth and ran slowly drizzled
down toward my throat. I pushed his hand away and fastened my
right hand around his hard on and my lips around the crown of
his cockhead. I pumped the rest of his warm delicious offering
into my mouth. Goddamn, Girly, I confess to you now that it
tasted beyond my expectations. It was fucking delectable! Just
kneeling there in front of him with a warm mouthful of his
freshly deposited sperm was enough to convince me that I would
be back soon for more black men. Yes indeed, Girly, my future
was looking black!
In the meantime, he looked down at me in disbelief as his cock
softened. "Damn, woman, you took the whole load in your mouth?"
I nodded, marinating my taste buds in his spunk. I rolled it
around and even thought of gargling it but decided finally just
to swallow it down. I then kissed him, Susan. No, not on his
lips but on the tip of his sticky penis of course. I pulled his
underwear up and carefully repackaged his equipment.
"Hey," I called as he started to leave, "Thank you." He turned
and nodded, obviously pleased. "One more thing..." I said.
"I know," he said looking back, "I won't tell anyone. It'll be
our little secret."
"No, I WANT you to tell your friends out there. I was hoping you
could send your buddy in...I'm still hungry."
"Whoa! Okay, sure I'll let him know you're waiting for him."
"You're such a dear! Thanks. For your efforts here's my phone
number. Anytime you would like to do this again I hope you'll
"Thanks. I sure will...Shyamala," he said reading my name from
Well, the eternity of five minutes went by before his friend
walked in. I was still in the stall. "Shyamala?" he said almost
"Over here in the stall" I answered.
"Oh, wow, Fred was right; you are waiting for me aren't you?"
"Yes I am. Now let me help you off with your pants."
As I pulled down his jeans I noticed he was already hard. "Fred
must have given you the intimate details, huh? His story excites
"It sure did," he confessed.
"Well, I'll try to live up to his account of the facts."
I unceremoniously brought my face to his crotch. Taking his
manhood in my hands I rubbed his cock and balls all over my
face. His musk was stronger and he was circumcised and had a
larger dick than Fred. It was perhaps two inches longer and a
bit fatter. It had a lot of veins and was also lighter in colour.
As I began licking up and down the shaft, I wondered if I would
be able to accommodate his cock as I had Fred's.
With my left hand I pushed his hard-on so that it was against
his belly and rubbed my fingers up and down the shaft as my lips
sucked on one of his hairy balls. He moaned and growled. When
pearly drops of pre-cum ran down his cock, I took my right index
finger and captured the drops from his peehole.
"What's your name, lover?"
"Simutenga." he said.
Then I brought my wet finger to my lips and sucked his cum off
it. I found it tangy and even tastier than Fred's jism. I
couldn't wait for him to shoot off in my mouth. "Simutenga, you
taste delicious, even better than your friend."
I resumed my ball sucking/shaft rubbing technique. "Shyamala,
could you please use your long sexy nails to scratch my shaft
just where you are rubbing it now."
"Will that get you off quicker, lover?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, it sure will," he said.
I quickly let his cock drop and circled the base with my left
hand directing the cockhead to my mouth. Trapping his bulbous
head between my lips, I gingerly scratched the underside of his
shaft with my red polished nails. He loved it. My tongue worked
the head, circling, lapping, and teasing it. "Oh. Oh...Ohhhhhh...."
The truth neared. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! That quickly he shot three
huge loads in my mouth. I tightened my lip grip on him and BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM he unloaded three more. I knew that if I didn't
swallow, his precious sauce would leak out. I ate his seed,
quickly swallowing three times. His cockhead was still locked in
my lips. I grabbed him by his ass and forced him forward. Most
but not his entire dick went down my eager throat. No way could
I suck it all down. Too bad, Girly, he certainly deserved to be
deep-throated because his cum was the best I ever tasted.
He withdrew his dick from my mouth then bent down to lift his
jeans. I spied a dab of spunk clinging to the peehole. "WAIT!" I
nearly screamed and grabbed his black rod. I milked the
remaining seed into the palm of my hand by pressing my thumb
down the underside of his shaft and drawing it forward. Another
half teaspoon of sperm eased out of him. I then, cat-like,
licked the jism from my hand.
Needless to say I gave him my number too. I fixed my hair and
makeup and walked out to the bar and thanked both of my black
lovers. "See you soon, studs" and I waved goodbye. The bartender
looked disappointed. Oh, well, I really wasn't interested in
him, being Indian.
Girly, these two black men certainly fulfilled a dream of mine,
in fact, they surpassed all my expectations. I was hoping that I
could convince you to meet up with me so we could get
reacquainted again since we now share a mutual interest
now…..FUCKING BLACK MEN. Please write or call me soon.
With kind wishes,
I Had No Choice
(This is a long story and has some
build up, but I believe it’s worth it to really set the plot.)
What am I going to do now? I’m stuck in a no win situation, and
the stress is killing me. I never wanted a complicated life, but
I’ve got one weather I like it or not. Strange thing is that
while I know it’s wrong, I cannot help but love it anyway. Now I
had some wild times in college, but while I still was young, I
fell in love and married my college sweetheart Rachel. We
graduated and I became a Middle School math teacher, while she
went to work at a Preschool Daycare business. Everything was
going according to our life plans and I was completely happy.
Being a young male teacher teaching girls who were just entering
puberty was difficult sometimes, but they were silly little
crushes that were easily dismissed and forgotten. There was one
particularly memorable one, a girl named Becky Whitman who was a
gorgeous blonde with bright baby blue eyes. I was sure she would
definitely be a boy-killer in a few years, and also very bright
and unusually good at math for a girl. She was one of the first
of her class academically, but also to have to wear a bra. You
could tell her parents spoiled her rotten because she always got
what she wanted.
When what she wanted was turned to me and was constantly drawing
hearts and eyes near my name on the papers that she turned in
for her homework. I ignored it kindly as these things seemed to
pass after a few weeks, but it never stopped after six months.
As the school year was coming to a close I asked her to stay
after class for a few minutes and I explained that she was just
going through a phase and she would outgrow it and move on to
boys her own age. She took it poorly and cried so much I took
her to the school nurse, where she spent the rest of the day.
I talked to the nurse the next day and she told me she’d never
seen a crush that bad before, but was sure Becky would be fine
in a few days. Sure enough she was out sick the rest of the
week, but when she returned to class she seemed to have
forgotten all about last week, and things went smoothly the rest
of the year.
A few years later an opening in the High School opened up and I
got a bigger paycheck and moved from teaching children to young
adults, many of whom I’d taught years before. While much more
adult now, the older girls were only interested in their
class-mates who were finally realizing that girls were nice
instead of icky. That was fine with me and it never crossed my
mind at the time, but the year after that Becky was my student
once again. I was right about my predictions of her. She had
really grown up fast from the budding girl I’d known into the
young woman she was now. Her long blonde hair shimmered, her
cute face and long legs glowed, and her bosom had blossomed into
quite a pair of life preservers.
I held my breath the first few days of class, but she acted like
any other student and ignored me as much as possible. That was
just fine, and I thought that was going to be the last I’d have
to think about it. She proved that she was still at the top her
class and made even the hardest problems seem easy and school
went fine for the first month or so. Then Rachel, my wife, had
finally told me she was pregnant and already three months along.
We had been trying to start a family since I’d gotten the larger
paycheck, and she’d been longing for kids ever since she started
working at the Preschool. I was on cloud nine and it wasn’t long
before the word spread and I was getting congratulations by
other teachers and students.
The next four months seemed to fly by with my only real
attention being my wife’s continuing pregnancy which did make
her more moody and erratic. After we found that she was having
twins and it was going to be a bit more work than a normal
pregnancy, she took time off her job to stay home when she was
seven months in, and we stopped having sex for the safety of the
babies, and she was in no mood for it now anyway. I know this
was just a phase she was going through, but it was still
uncomfortable for me as well.
It must have showed on me more than I’d thought, because one day
after class Becky came to talk to me. “How’s the baby doing?”
“Good…good.” I sighed. “Babies actually; its twins if you can
“I believe it.” She said with a muted smile.
“Well…just the labor pains of life,” I joked.
She smiled at me and left for her next class. After school I was
heading out to my car a few minutes after all the school buses
had left, when I spied Becky in her cheerleader outfit walking
down the side of the road away from school. I pulled over to
her, rolled down the window, and asked, “Not going to
cheerleader practice today?”
She sighed, “It was canceled, but I must have missed the
announcement, and after I’d changed I got locked out of the gym
and missed the bus. So these are the only clothes I have and I
got to walk home. My Mom won’t be home for, like, 4 hours, so I
don’t have a ride.”
She sounded depressed and hopeless, and I just had no choice but
suggest I give her a ride home. She didn’t perk up or freak out,
just smiled slightly and said “Thanks Mr. Font” and got in and
buckled up. I couldn’t help but notice that she had to adjust
the seat-belt between her ample breasts that I now realized were
quite a bit bigger already than my wife’s.
I felt a stir in my loins since I’d been celibate for over a
month now, which I hadn’t done since my own days in High School
over a decade ago. I took a silent breath and just asked for
directions to her house and began driving. It wasn’t long until
we were there. She got out and was about to say something, but
then asked me, “Mr. Font, you may remember I’m living with my
Mom since my Dad left, and since she’s going to be gone for a
few more hours, I wonder if I could trouble you just a bit more.
I’m supposed to mow the lawn, but the mower’s been making a
funny sound and I don’t know anything about stuff like that.
Could you just look at it? Pretty please?” She looked so honest
and sweet that I had no choice but agree to help with what I
I parked and she led me into her garage where the mower was. She
squatted down with me to look at the mower and while I checked
it over I couldn’t help but see strait between her legs under
her cheerleader skirt. It was just the white undershorts that
all cheerleaders wear, but it still started cogs going in my
brain that I had a hard time ignoring. I concentrated on the
mower, checked the oil and fuel, all with her watching intently
to my actions.
I stood start it and it did make a sound and wobbled a bit, so I
killed it and turned it on its side. The blade was bent a bit on
one side of the blade. “That’s the problem, you need a new
“Drat, I don’t think we have one. Is there any way to bend it
back?” Becky asked.
“Well, I can hammer it strait and that will work for a few days
if it doesn’t break first.”
“Great!” She stood and brought me a hammer.
I didn’t expect to get roped into this, but soon I was pounding
away with the hammer. It took a few minutes, and while I do more
of the housework every day since my wife is become more and more
restricted in her condition, I’m no bodybuilder. I was a little
tired after hitting the hardened metal blade with all my might
for five minutes strait and wiped away the bit of sweet from my
brow with the arm of my business shirt. “That should probably
work fine.” I said, as I started up the mower again. It sounded
a lot smoother and didn’t wobble any more.
“You’re the best Mr. Font!” Becky cheered, which again brought
be to looking at her happy face and giggling breasts. I was
about to say something when she continued quickly, “Here, you
look like you need a drink. Please, follow me, the kitchen is
this way.” She turned and opened the door into her house and
waited for me.
I didn’t want to be rude and a drink did sound refreshing, so I
had no choice but to follow her inside. She smiled and led me
into her kitchen. She pulled out a soda from the fridge, opened
it and handed it to me. It thanked her and took a long drink
from it. It was a hot sunny day and it felt great and really hit
the spot, until I began to feel uncomfortable noticing that
Becky was just watching me drink. “I should really be going now
that your mower’s fixed,” I said cautiously.
She looked like she’d lost her train of thought, but then came
back and said, “Sure, right…wait here, I’ll be right back.” She
ran out leaving me there for a few minutes, so I just drank and
waited, not knowing what for, but just waiting. I looked out the
window at the nicely manicured back yard and the refreshing
looking in ground swimming pool. Her mother, I thought, must be
hard working and have done well for herself and her daughter to
live this well, and all by herself.
Suddenly there was a flashing light, and I turned around. There
was Becky holding a camera taking pictures of me standing in her
kitchen. “What? Becky, what are you doing?” I stammered.
“I just wanted to get a picture of you here in my house.” She
smirked. “Thank you once again Mr. Font, here’s the front door,”
she gestured toward the door down the nearby hall. “Please, have
a good day and I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” She giggled
like she was a kid who’d just gotten a joke.
I didn’t understand her, but said good-bye, left, and drove
home. I sometimes have faculty meetings and papers to grade, so
my wife didn’t think anything of me being home an hour after
school ended. Many times I didn’t get home for several hours, so
she was actually happy to have me home this soon anyway. We ate,
did some house chores, and went to bed. With my heavily pregnant
wife collapsed beside me, I had a hard time getting to sleep
though. I couldn’t get Becky in her skimpy cheerleader outfit
out from behind my eyelids, or make the throbbing stop in my
Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary for the next few days,
but on Friday when the student turned in their homework
assignments on my desk at the start of class, Becky dropped off
a purple folder. I didn’t know why she put her whole folder on
my desk instead of just the few pages of paper like everyone
else, but I went through the class and didn’t get to look at it
until the bell rang. As the students left for their next class,
I opened it up.
I saw her homework, but it was printed on a glossy photo paper.
I inspected it and spotted why she had done so on the back. I
saw myself, standing by her kitchen sink, just like I was, but
added in was Becky on her knees, her naked ass and back visible
at my feet, with the back of her head right at my waistline. You
couldn’t see anything happening, because nothing was of course,
but if anyone else had seen it they wouldn’t think that.
I gulped down a hot breath that had gotten stuck in my throat
and just stared at the picture. I didn’t know what to do. I was
just frozen with terror. Becky, making sure she was the last one
out of class said in the sharp silence, “Mr. Font, I’ll need to
talk with you about my homework after school, so I’ll see you at
3 o’clock.” She smiled, flitted her short skirt to show off her
long smooth legs all the way up to her ass, and then breezed out
the door into the throng of people in the hall. Students started
coming in for my next class, and I quickly put the ‘homework’
back in the folder and stuck it in my desk.
It was a long and hard several hours until the end of the school
day that day. Not only did I have to contend with my worry over
someone somehow finding out about this picture in my desk, but I
also had grown a raging hard-on that sprouted every time I
thought about the picture. I tried to stay seated behind my
desk, or hold a book or something over my groin as much as I
could the rest of the day.
After the end of day bell rang and everyone else headed home, I
pulled back out the folder and examined the photo again. It had
to have been photo-shopped, but it looked good enough to get me
hard again, even though I knew it was a fake. I still had no
idea why she would have done this. She didn’t need to blackmail
me for grades; she was at the top of the class.
“Having a HARD time understanding my HOMEWORK Mr. Font?”
Becky’s remarks startled me and I again quickly closed the
folder in nervous fright.
“Becky! I…uh…” I stammered trying to find the right words to
resolve this dilemma.
“I think you should stop by and talk to my Mom. She’s home right
now, so see you at home…” and with that she walked out and I my
mind stumbled. Yes, that was the right thing to do. Her mother
could give Becky a talking too and if he came to her with this
she would realize what was happening. I got up and headed out to
my car, seeing the buses file out one by one, and Becky in the
window of one of them, kissing the window at me.
While I drove I knew then that this was all going wrong. Rachel
was only a few months from giving me twin babies, and I hadn’t
gotten tenure yet. Weather the photo was real or not, just the
accusation would disgrace me, causing me to lose my job, and
possibly even my family! I had no choice but to make this go
away and prayed that Becky’s mother would be reasonable.
I arrived only minutes after the bus had arrived, because Becky
was still waiting for me outside as I pulled up, got out, and
walked in the door behind her. “My Mother is probably upstairs.
I’ll get her while you have a seat in the living room. It’s
right next to the kitchen. I trust you can find it there again.”
She smiled evilly and I should have known something was wrong
then, but she scampered up the stairs, giving me a look at her
long smooth legs and tight teen ass clad in too tight and skimpy
I made my way down the hall and into the living room and looked
around. There was a large television, a comfortable white
leather couch with two matching armchairs. There was even a
fireplace which is unusual this far south, and a heavy white
fuzzy carpet underfoot. To the right I was forced to stare at
the cursed kitchen where I was set up for blackmail the week
before. On the mantle over the fireplace were pictures of the
little girl I’d recognized from years ago, and back all the way
to her as a baby. Along with her were pictures of her mother,
who was also strikingly beautiful as well, but had deep red hair
and emerald green eyes. I heard steps coming down the stairs and
quickly took a seat on the plush couch.
In walked the woman I’d recognized as Becky’s mother from the
pictures on the mantle place, although I was expecting her to
look older than the thirty-something that was just a bit older
than me. She was dressed smartly in a business shirt and skirt
that went down to her knees. She was followed closely by Becky
and I stood and held out my hand to her, “Hello Ms. Whitman, I’m
Edward Font, your daughter’s Algebra teacher.”
She took may hand and squeezed it firmly, smiling and said,
“Yes, I remember. What can I do for you today? I trust Becky’s
doing well in her studies?” She sat into one of the arm chairs
to my right, and Becky sat on couch with me, just on my other
side. I nervously glanced at her smiling face as she sat, but
quickly focused back on her mother.
My brain skipped a little at how relieved I’d be if only that
was the problem. “No, I’m glad to say she’s bright, and always
at the top of the class in school. I’ve come because I had some
concerns over another issue.” I held the purple folder and
gestured to it. “I don’t want to alarm you, but I was here last
week because Becky missed the bus, and I offered to give her a
ride home.” I paused to collect my thoughts take a deep breath
and Becky’s mother simply nodded at me to continue.
“Becky invited me in and offered me a drink, and while I had my
back turned she took some pictures of me. That was all, and I
left. But today Becky turned this in to me with her homework.” I
handed the purple folder over to her mother and stole a glance
at Becky, who I expected to look horrified by what I was doing,
or at least try to stop me, but she just looked smug and pleased
with herself. This puzzled me, but I could only look back to her
mother as she opened the folder and inspected its contents.
I expected and explosion or gasp or something, but instead Ms.
Whitman smiled and almost laughed. “Becky,” She then looked at
her smiling, “Did you do this?” Becky nodded cheerfully. And her
mother now did laugh with a chuckle, which she tried to stifle
at the look of horror that must have been on my face. “Well,
she’s a smart girl and you’re obviously an honest man to have
come to me with this. She’s always been a math and computer
whiz, and always known exactly what she wants, just like her
“Ms. Whitman…” I stammered trying to think of what to say.
“Judy, please.” She smiled and grabbed my outstretched hand. “I
know you must be conserved, but I’ve always told my daughter to
go after what she wants, and let nothing stop her.” She’d told
me several years ago that she’d fallen in love with you because,
you were smart, honest, fair, and not too hard on the eyes
either, if I may say so.” She winked at me and chuckled again.
I was still at a loss for words and didn’t have any idea what
was happening. Judy continued, “Now, when she told me how you
had rebuffed her advances before, I knew you were kind and
responsible individual, and I’d told her not to worry, and she’d
find someone like you in a few years when she was older, and
ready for a real relationship.”
I nodded dumbly as she told her story. “In the last few years
she’s dated some young men her age, but she’s told me that none
of them compared to you. You can imagine my surprise when on the
first day of school this year she came home to tell me that
you’d moved to the high school and she was your student once
again. She’d never forgotten about you and I could tell that it
was no simple crush then.”
Becky placed her hand on mine at that point and I was so shocked
that I had no response. I tried to say something, but Judy kept
talking, leaving me no choice but to listen. “I told Becky that
if that was what she really wanted, this world only rewards
those with bravery, intelligence, and initiative. She needs to
be brave enough to talk what she wants; smart enough to do it
without destroying her reputation or doing anything illegal, and
the initiative to follow through no matter the cost.”
Becky squeezed my hand and I was shocked that this young woman’s
mother was telling me she approved of her trying to blackmail
and seduce me. “Now I trust no one else has seen this picture?”
She looked at the two of us. Becky shook her head and I dumbly
did so as well. “Good. Becky, please go up to your room. Edward
and I need to discuss the rest in private.” She lost her smile
and looked a little worried, then squeezed my hand again, and
walked nervously out of the room.
Judy waited a bit as she herd Becky walk up the stairs, then
turned to me again. “Edward, you have a choice.” Even as she
said this I knew it wasn’t true. “You can reject my daughter
again, but I’m afraid this picture will become public at some
point. While it is a fake, it’s good enough that that fact will
not save you from a lifetime of troubles with your job and at
I gulped knowing that that option would destroy my world and was
not even worth considering. “On the other hand, you can provide
my daughter with what she desires. She is still very young and
curious about the pleasures of the flesh. She may just have a
deep crush again, or even love you, but that may pass, as I can
tell you from personal experience.” She was toying with her own
wedding ring, which I was surprised that she still wore as I’d
heard her husband had run out on her more than a decade ago.
I finally found my voice now that Becky wasn’t distracting me,
“But I’m a happily married man, whose wife is about to give
birth. To twins even! I’m also her teacher, and that is wrong on
every level. I might go to jail if I do as you suggest.”
“True, but I will promise you, and make Becky promise as well,
that if you choose the second option, that we will keep the
confidence and no one will know. It would ruin my and her
reputation as well you realize.” I thought for a moment, and
knew that was true as well. Damn, it made sense and seemed like
my only way out, but while my groin started to respond in the
affirmative, my brain still shouted no. “In either case, I shall
respect your decision and deny any accusation against your
This seemed to shock me even more, and almost gave me an out to
take her first option with some chance of success. She’d seemed
to be pushing me and her daughter together before, so this was
another loop she had thrown me. My puzzled look made her laugh
again, “You misunderstand this whole situation I fear. My
daughter takes after her mother. She is headstrong, intelligent,
and has high standards. I was foolish in my own youth, and tried
to make sure that she chooses better than I had. I think she
has, and that just makes the whole situation more difficult. If
you were not the responsible person you are, you’d already have
taken advantage of my daughter’s interest in you.”
I was honored at her appraisal of my character and she
continued, “Now, I need you to know that I trust and love my
daughter dearly. I know she’s tried to do some things with boys,
but that she’s still a virgin. I want her to be happy, but I
don’t want her to suffer needlessly. I would consider it a
personal favor, even if you cannot love her back, to show her
love that only a kind man can. If you say no, then I will go up
and explain it to her, and she will eventually learn about these
things from some horny young boy who might knock her up, maybe
giver her and STD, but will definitely take her for granted and
wouldn’t show her kindness or the respect she deserves. She may
be my little girl, but I find the alternative of even a short
love affair with a responsible man like you much more to my
I took this like a punch to the stomach and could see it
happening in my mind. Becky abused, sick, pregnant, and alone. I
couldn’t stand the thought of that either. I had no choice.
“Alright,” I heard myself say solemnly. She smiled kindly to me
and patted my hands on my knees.
She stood and thought for a second, “Now there is much to do.
I’m going to fix some dinner and you will call your wife to let
her know you are tutoring a student who needs some serious help
preparing for their college entrance exams. I’ll talk to her if
you need me to, and help out with whatever I can. After that,
Becky’s room is upstairs on the left, bathroom across the hall
on the right. Please feel free to shower afterward, Oh and
please put a towel on the bed first.”
She then turned and set about her cooking in the kitchen. I used
her home phone and explained to Rachel on the phone, exactly as
Judy had said to. She accepted it with only a slight hesitation,
when Judy pulled the phone from my hand and began chatting her
up. She then made a shooing motion with her hand and I
sheepishly walked back down the hall toward the front door and
the base of the stairs. I walked with the same slowness that
Becky had when she had left, for like her, had no choice but to
accept whatever fate befell me. At the top of the stairs there
were three doors; left, right and one straight ahead at the end
of a small hall.
I opened the right door and used the bathroom quickly, knowing
that I better get that out of the way first. I used a washcloth
to wipe my face, then my groin, worried that I’d make a stink
from the sweat of nervousness that I’d experienced the rest of
the day. Finally I grabbed a dark towel from the rack and
returned to the hall.
I knocked quietly on the left-hand door. “Come in”, Becky said a
nervous voice. I slowly opened the door. The room was just as I
should have suspected, pink. Pink on the window curtains, the
bed sheets, and even on the rug on the wooden floor. Becky sat
at a large wooden desk in a rolling chair. She looked like she
had been trying to do homework on her computer on the desk, and
as soon as she had seen me she’d stood and hit the power button,
turning it off. “Hey Mr. Font.”
“Becky,” was all I could say for the first minute. We just stood
in silence. “I need you to know that I like you, and you’re very
She looked at me with eyes that were cracking and trying not to
cry. “And I love my wife very much.”
Becky looked like she was about to flood with her tears. “But,
your mother asked me to do her a favor and I just need to hear
it from you.”
Her eyes barely held back her tears and she waited hesitantly.
“No matter what happens between us, I am still happily married,
and you can ONLY be my student outside of this house.”
That ray of hope shone through her soul and while she took it
in, her stormy eyes began to clear. She still shed a few tears,
but her smile told me that was enough. “Mr. Font…” she said
looking for the words.
“Becky, you did a bad thing trying to blackmail me, and you have
to know that was wrong.” She nodded so I continued, “But I
didn’t realize how much you loved me. You need to know that you
are still young, and I am not the man who is destined to make
you happy for the rest of your life, but for now, I will do what
She shifted nervously still thinking and contemplating the
meaning of my words. “If you want me to show you the ropes and
such, then I will, but this cannot leave this room, or go beyond
this point. This is a onetime lesson, because I feel responsible
for this whole situation. You have to promise me that you will
not pursue me or make any scene in public.”
She steeled herself and her big baby blue eyes looked me
straight in to mine. “I promise that I will not ask you for
anything outside of my bedroom or tell anyone outside this house
about what goes on between us.” That was good enough for me and
I sighed and sat on the end of her bed. That was a load off my
mind, but now came the follow through. Becky came and sat down
next to me, her skirted hip touching mine.
Her face very near to mine and I don’t even remember leaning
into her as her lips touched mine. She was still and kept her
mouth closed, just absorbing the feeling, then she began kissing
back. Our lips making kissing sounds as we made on her bed. Soon
I increased the ante with my tongue snaking into her lips,
startling her and making her giggle that cute giggle she always
used that I now realized really turned me on.
One of my hands went around her shoulder behind her, and the
other on her smooth bare leg above her knee. I griped her
softly, while our tongues danced and explored this new
territory. I couldn’t help myself but dive into the
inexperienced, but eager lips of my lovely student. I felt her
arms go around me as well and we must have spent ten minutes
just kissing. I couldn’t help but feel like a kid again, as I’d
not done this sort of thing, even with Rachel, since our college
After we waited a moment to catch our breath from a particularly
vigorous and long tongue twister Becky said, “Wow Mr. Font. No
one has ever made me feel so good before.” She smiled and bit
her bottom lip with a sexy grin. “All the boys at school want to
do is talk sports or touch my pussy.”
“Well you cannot blame them. When I was that age the same things
went through my system. It takes a bit to let the hormones cool
down. Now, your mother tells me you’re still a virgin, but
you’ve done some things. Is that true?” She nodded embarrassed,
but eager for more I could tell since her bare feet were rubbing
mine. “OK, so what have you done so far?”
“Well…” She bit her bottom lip again and really had a hard time
putting it into words. “I’ve…let one boy touch by breasts…”
I looked at her breasts and considered them thoughtfully. They
were quite large under her dark t-shirt. I raised my hand to her
left breast and I heard Becky suck in her breath. I gently set
my hand on the top portion of her breast and slowly rubbed
around to the bottom, then the top again. I could easily feel
her bra under her breast, and her bare skin on top underneath
her shirt. I did this for a few moments, and then moved to her
right breast. As I switched Becky finally let out her breath
with a soft moan of pleasure.
After alternating and rubbing once more I moved my other hand
down to the hem of her shirt and began to lift it up. She raised
her elbows and allowed me to lift the entire shirt over her head
and reveal her tan bra clad breasts to my gaze. I returned to my
over and under motions and she reached behind her and unclasped
her bra. Shrugging her shoulders forward her bra came loose, and
I dropped it to the floor on top of her t-shirt.
Her large, naked breasts sagged only a little without support
and she looked for approval from me as I gazed at them. “Is
something wrong with them?” she asked with some worry at my
intent and silent stare.
Realizing just staring was making her uncomfortable, I reached
up and palmed one underneath and kissed her quickly. “No my
dear. They are just so beautiful that I couldn’t help but be
stunned by them.”
She smiled and then I continued my ministrations on her now
uncovered breasts. She had small areola, but nice and firm
upstanding nipples that were a light pink only a bit darker than
her lightly tanned skin. She didn’t have a tan line, but since
she lives alone with her mother, who is also a looker, she must
sunbathe naked in her back lawn by the pool when she can. This
thought made my groin pulse again, finally forgetting all the
worry from before and bringing me fully into the mood of the
She was immensely enjoying my hands that now each massaged one
of her breasts, including rolling and tweaking her taut nipples,
causing her to squeak a little if I pinched a bit too hard. I
gently pushed her back flat onto the bed, hovering above her and
to her left side. “Have you let any of the boys do this?” I then
lowered my head to her left breast and gently sucked her pointy
nipple into my mouth.”
“No!” she squeaked loudly, “Oh that feels so good!” She sounded
like I had just rocked her world, and I couldn’t believe how
much this was really turning me on. It was so nice to have a
woman approving of my lovemaking maneuvers than ask me to stop.
I suckled and twirled her nipple gently, but slowly getting
harder and deeper before switching to the other and doing the
same to its twin. During this she really built up my self-esteem
with her loud squeaks of pleasure.
I release her breasts from my manipulations and sat up, allowing
her to breathe easy for a moment. She smiled up at me then
grinned and bit her lower lip again. She sat up quickly and her
nimble fingers started unbuttoning my shirt, and then cast it to
the floor next to her own growing pile of discarded clothing.
Her fingers then roamed across my mostly hairless chest. I have
just a bit of curly hair around my nipples and some on my belly
as you get closer to my love trail. Her hands felt terrific and
it had been the better part of a year since I’d had this sort of
attention. I closed my eyes and soaked it up, but reopened them
as I laughed as she tickled my own nipples with her tongue. I
think she was disappointed that my own nipples didn’t turn into
upstanding eraser nubs like hers did, but she didn’t let it show
for more than a moment before she was pleasantly surprised by
what her hands found as she went lower on my body.
She looked at me with wonder and I said. “Go ahead and touch
it.” She did and traced her hands up and down the bulge in the
front of my khaki pants. I was getting tight in my briefs and I
reached and unbuttoned my pants. She helped and pulled the
zipper down slowly, then pulled the waist down as I lifted my
butt, and she dragged them the rest of the way off. She returned
her hungry and eager gaze to my crotch, flitting her eyes to
mine every few seconds. I grabbed the waistband of my underwear
and pulled it down over my enlarged member and threw them to the
side as well. “Have you ever touched a penis before?” I asked.
“No,” she shook her head slightly. “Well a little, but only
through underwear. And the guy just pissed his pants when I
“Well, that can happen when you’re nervous or haven’t gone to
the bathroom first.” I didn’t need to mention that I had gone to
the bathroom, because she must have heard me while she was
waiting. “Go ahead and touch it softly.”
Her hand reached out and put a few fingers on my tip. She rubbed
it a bit and then moved down my shaft. She reached her other
hand in and ran it through my curly pubes and around to the
bottom to cradle and massage my balls. Her soft touch was nice,
but random probing fingers was not what I needed right now. “OK,
just a sec. Let me show you how to hold it to make a guy feel
She pulled back and watched me silently. I grasped my base
firmly and squeezed hard. My cock swelled at the head like a
flower blooming and she cooed with fascination. Then I moved up
and down at my base, making my cock swell and grow harder and
firmer. After a moment I moved to the head and played it softly
up and down along the length of my shaft. I oozed a small amount
of precum and she could see it glisten in the bright afternoon
sunlight. “See, now you try.”
She reached in and took over again, trying to follow my
movements. She squeezed too hard or too softly, but I tried to
guide her both with words of encouragement and moans of
pleasure, and occasionally small yelps of pain. She got better
and I could feel the percolating in my depths that things were
working. I told her that would good and that if she practiced
she could make boys cum with just rubbing them. She seemed in
awe, but then asked, “And blow jobs right?”
“Well I wasn’t planning on that since your new…”
“Please, I need to try it or how will I know how!?!” She pleaded
and begged of me.
This was a first for me as I’d never had a woman, half naked,
begging to suck my cock. It was so erotic and sweet that I had
no choice but to allow her to try it. “OK, but just remember,
open your mouth wide, but close your lips as much as possible
and don’t let your teeth touch it or it could hurt me badly.
That would end the lesson to soon, and we wouldn’t want that now
“No,” said lowering her blonde head to my crotch. “We wouldn’t
want that at all.” She then grasped my cock by the base in her
hand, and licked the side of my cock, making me groan with
pleasure. She licked all over, coming to the tip and played with
my hole with the tip of her tongue, making me squirm. Then she
made an ‘O’ with her mouth and took in the tip of my swollen
gland. She went up and down roughly a few times before I stopped
“OK, you remember when I sucked your nipples?” She nodded, “Do
it like that, but as if my penis was a big nipple.” She thought
for a moment, and then went back down. She kissed the tip a bit,
and then sucked in the head like a lollipop, running her tongue
all over my head. That was much better and I rewarded her
efforts with a deep groan.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting the ecstasy fill my
body. IT had been so long, and the more Becky sucked, the better
it got. I looked down and saw her big baby blue eyes shining up
at me with my huge cock sliding down her gullet and tensed as I
almost came from looking at that sweet and sexy face. “OK, I
think you have it down now.” But she just closed her eyes and
sucked harder and used her hand on my base to stroke the rest of
me she couldn’t get in her mouth.
Damn that girl had got it down and she was really going at it
now. I thought she would make me cum, but she went too deep and
gagged on my cock. She pulled off coughing and wheezing,
releasing my cock and the pressure released away with my worry
for her. I held went to the floor with her and held her until
she was breathing normal again. She just hugged me for a moment
and then pulled back. “I’m sorry. I must not be able to do that
very well. I felt like I was doing to die.” She looked sad that
she couldn’t do what she must have heard other girls say they
did as school.
“That’s OK, it takes practice to train out the gag reflex for
most girls, and I am a little bigger than average, or so I’ve
been told,” I smiled.
“Yea…” she nodded, “Well from what I can tell.”
“Anyway… Do you want to continue?” She wiped her eyes again, and
then nodded quickly. “Ok, lie down on the center of the bed.”
She hopped up and quickly did as I said, her perky big breasts
bouncing sexily as she did. I moved to her side and sat next to
her, and reached to unbutton her skirt and opened it up,
exposing her pink panties (of course) to the light of day.
I then reached down and massaged her thighs with my palms. I
went down to her knees, then up to the soft inner thighs, then
higher, going around her mount, and then up her belly and back
to her breasts again. She giggled again and I said, “Sorry, I
just love your firm tits.” I then traced my fingertips back down
her sides, making her giggle more and squirm a bit, reaching her
hips and then hooking my fingers into her panties and sliding
them down. I rose and moved to the end of the bed, pulling her
pink panties all the way down those long strong legs, and off
her petite feet, and depositing them in the completed pile of
out discarded garments.
Now both of us were naked and I stood at the foot of her bed,
gazing down at the naked, obviously natural blonde teenager who
watched my every move with eager anticipation. I returned to her
by placing my hands on her feet, massaging each with soft
caresses and placing kisses on them as well. I slowly moved up
to her firm and sculpted calves, followed by her knees and
Now I was halfway up her bed and my own face was now before her
naked sex. It had short blonde curls covering its top and sides,
but her pussy lips, obviously aroused were puffed out and I
could smell her sweetness. “Has a boy ever touched you here
before?” I asked before continuing.
She shook her head. “The only boy who I let touch me there…
well… I told him just rub over my panties and he tried to pull
them off to I hit him in the crotch and ran out on him. Luckily
he lived just down the street and I ran home.”
This was truly virgin territory in the fullest sense of the
word. “OK, I’m going to touch it some first, but I’ll be
gentile. Please spread your legs and while it may tickle or
shock you, try not to knee me in the head.” She laughed at that
and I added, “My wife, when we were in college, the first time I
went down on her gave me a bloody nose as she twisted in
pleasure, so I’ll hold you, but just think before you go
swinging around, OK?” She nodded.
I moved a hand up her thigh and slowly moved around the top of
her mound, gliding through her smooth blonde curls. She still
held her breath and just watched me work. Moving down I traced
my fingertip up and down each of her swollen pussy lips. Gently
I eased back her folded and found them already slick with her
leaking wetness that was coating her excited tunnel. She moaned
at this and threw her head back. I then made my way slowly and
gently up her slit to her blood engorged pearl-like clit.
I reached a finger to gently touch it. She acted like I’d just
struck her, stiffening up and locking her legs and pushing her
pelvis up sharply. Her vagina quivered and seeped more of her
girl-juice. It looked tasty, but I knew she wasn’t ready for
that yet. Instead I gently continued massaging her clit, making
her squirm even more. After a few minutes she relaxed enough to
really enjoy the sensations and I added my other hand to trace
the edges of her pussy lips.
I meant to make her cum with just my fingers, and I would have
in time, but her fragrant young pussy was just too tempting not
to taste. I leaned down and extended my tongue toward her slit
and dipped it in. She shuddered and moaned and I could tell she
was already getting close. I intended her first orgasm to be
big, so I went up to her clit and sucked on it. That blew her
mind. She threw her arms to the back of my heat, forcing it hard
onto her pelvis, and she clamped her teeth and screeched through
them with a high-pitched whine for ten of fifteen seconds.
I held on, lightly holding her clit between my lips, and her
vagina spitting her cum all over my chin that was grinding into
it. As she came down from her high she released my head, and I
pulled off, knowing that she was hyper-sensitive for the next
minute or so. My mouth and chin were coated with her juices, and
I almost swore as I remembered the towel. I wiped my face with
it, and then laid it under her legs with the top by her ass.
I gave her a moment to come back to herself, and when she did
she looked up at me and grinned broadly. “That was amazing!” she
whispered. She was still a little winded and I held her hand in
“If you thought that was good, the next step will blow your
mind.” She rolled her eyes and shuddered with another wave of
pleasure. “Are you ready?”
“Ed, please make me a woman.” She said with all seriousness as
she looked up at me. This was the first time she’d ever called
me by my first name, and I almost couldn’t believe she’d done
it. I nodded and moved between her legs.
“Lift up yourself up for a second.” She raised her ass and I
slid the towel up under her. “Now, this will probably hurt a bit
at first, and you may bleed some, but after that first bit it
will feel ten times better than it just did.” She bit her lip
and nodded. “Oh, if you need to bite something…” I pulled my
shirt off the floor and gave her my sleeve, “Just don’t hurt
that pretty lip of yours.” She smiled and nodded again.
I was still pretty hard, but worrying about details had softened
the little guy. I rubbed it a moment and moved closer to her
pussy. ‘Idiot’ I mentally chastened myself. “I, uh, don’t have
any condoms…” I apologized. “Do…do you have any Becky?”
It looked like ten thousand thoughts went through her head in
the next few seconds. Puzzlement, shock, dismay, anger, joy, and
finally calm determination all played across her face. After a
few moments she said, “It’s OK, my mother got me on the pill a
few years ago. I was just so eager that I forgot to tell you.”
‘Wheew!’ I almost said. The last thing I needed was more
troubles. “OK, that’s fine then. Here I go. Try to relax and
just let it happen as I go. It may be painful at first, but you
will begin to enjoy it quickly. Ready?” I grasped my cock and
looked into her eyes below me.
She placed the sleeve of my shirt in her mouth and nodded. She
looked so cute that I kissed her nose and then lowered myself
onto her. I placed my cock across her clit and moved my hips to
softly grind the length of it against her wetness and tease her
clit with my helmet. We humped for a minute or so, and got back
in the mood, with all our worries behind us.
Once I felt sufficiently slickened I pulled back and grabbed my
cock once more, this time, aligning the tip with her moistened
lower lips. I moved it in between those lips and dragged it up
and down, coating it with her sticky juices. After four or five
strokes, I prodded the head into her virginity. I moved in just
a bit, getting only the head inside, before encountering her sex
barrier. I’d never taken a girl’s virginity before, so was
actually unsure how hard it would be, but I tried to restrain my
own eagerness and pushed firmly, but lightly I’d hoped.
I actually sunk in a few inches easier than I’d expected, but
Becky still almost screamed in pain into my shirt. She shuddered
and tears welled up in her sown-up eyes. I started to withdraw a
bit, but that only seemed to make it worse, so I locked my arms
and just held on while she coped. After a minute she began to
calm down and she reopened her eyes and released my shirt from
her mouth. “Oh, you’re gigantic inside me,” she gasped.
“We can stop it you need me to…” I offered, but I knew it
sounded disingenuous because I wanted it to much.
“No!” she said boldly. She then put her hands to my hips and
moved to pull me in deeper.
I resisted her a bit, but left myself sink deeper into her
freshly deflowered sex. I didn’t get more than a few more inches
in and waited for her to catch her breath a bit. “OK. The worst
is over, but when I start moving it will still be sore and raw.
I promise it will begin to feel good, but it may be a bit before
the pleasure takes over. Ready?”
She gave me her answer by pulling my head to hers and kissing my
strongly on the lips. After a brief but vigorous tongue battle I
moved back to my thrusting position, arms strait, and all my
upper torso weight coming down on her pelvis. She groaned and
her cute face twisted with pain and I hoped some pleasure. I
couldn’t help but admire her big breasts, flattened with her on
her back, making them look even bigger.
I pulled my cock back slowly an inch, then rocked back into her
an inch, not trying to advance until her insides adjusted to my
thickness. It looked like it hurt her, but she tried hard to
smile and keep her eyes open, staring into mine. I reached one
hand to her breasts and massaged it, trying to distract her with
pleasure from another source.
I glanced down as I pulled out a bit and saw that my cock was
coated with a layer of bright red blood, but also her thick
sticky white girl-cum. I moved back in, trying to get a little
deeper into her virginally tight love tunnel. As I continued in
and out, making fractions of inches progress with each thrust, I
could tell that each advancement brought her more pain, but also
pleasure. After a few minutes I felt the last resistance give
way and sank fully inside her. I was now throbbing hard, with
the perverse pleasure of blooding her somehow really turning me
on. My tip reached the bottom of her tunnel and pressed against
her cervix, then entrance to her womb receiving its first
The pressure and tightness were unbelievable, as she also felt
me reach bottom, and clamped tight on me with renewed vigor. God
that felt good and I was worried that I would cum then and there
for just a moment. I held on and took a deep breath. She eased
up after a moment and giggled, sending cute shock waves through
my body as I actually felt her laugh from the inside. “I can
feel you’re heartbeat inside me,” she whispered.
That made me throb again, and she squeezed as my head pulsed
inside her, sending a strong squirt of my precum into her
depths. I knew I wouldn’t last long once we really started.
“Becky, I’m sorry, but you’re just too much for me and I’m sure
I’ll cum before you do again at this rate.” I moved to pull out
and planned to work her up with my fingers some more, but she
twisted her legs up and those flexible cheerleader hips to wrap
me up, holding me in.
“I need this, please…” she begged me with lust, desire, sadness,
and worry all on her sweet face at the same time. I smiled and
nodded, but she just kept on holding me tightly, desperate to
prevent me from escaping. I had no choice but to begin moving
slowly in her bloody channel, out and in, again and again. I
grasped her hips and forced myself more and more forcefully,
with my weight on top of her.
Wrapped up as I was I never got very far out of her, and
couldn’t move very hard, but still with the whole situation, it
took only moments from when I allowed myself free reign with her
body until I’d felt the earth-shattering pleasure rumble through
my bones. My hips convulsed of their own will and I drove deeper
inside her more forcefully than I’d thus far, stabbing at her
cervix with my love spear. Freezing with shuddering joy my
engorged manhood throbbed and pulsed inside her, blasting strait
into her virgin womb, emptying a month’s worth of my pent up
sperm into her womanhood.
She shrieked and clawed at my back, but I was lost in my own
throws of orgasm. I felt like I’d never cum before as I
continued to send shot after shot of my swimmers deep inside my
young lover. I felt like it would last forever, and even after
the many large spurts had been deposited, I continued to pulse
and throb out more and more of my jism for almost a minute, with
the shuddering convulsions from my softening penis, filling her
raw and bleeding vagina.
My eyes were still shut and I opened them to the blurry bright
world again as I rolled out from between her legs and slid to
spoon with her on her small twin bed. She moaned with
contentment, “It’s so hot. I’m so full of your love.” She smiled
to me and kissed my lightly on the lips. We snuggled and I
drifted to sleep holding this young beauty to me, feeling
content and blissfully happy.
When I awoke, maybe an hour later, Becky’s cute blonde hair was
in my face and she was asleep on my chest. I wanted to wake her
and take a shower, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead
I just twirled her smooth blonde hair in my fingers. This did
wake her after a few minutes, and she looked up at me, “Morning
my love.” It was just so cute that I had to kiss her again.
“You mother wants us to shower and have dinner together.” I told
her. She smiled and then groaned as she started to move. She
finally saw the towel and our love puddle, and the blood and cum
covering my cock and her groin. She was shocked and I told her,
“It’s OK, it won’t always be this way, but the first time is
sometimes like this.” I tried to say it confidently, but since
I’d never taken a girl’s virginity I hoped it was true. Changing
the subject I said, “I’m going to take a shower.”
I got up and moved naked out toward the bathroom across the
hall, and could have sworn I’d heard footsteps on the stairs, so
moved in quickly and shut the door. Even though I’d just
deflowered her daughter at her insistence, I couldn’t help the
instinctual reaction of being caught. I turned on the shower and
got in. I looked for a bar of soap, but could only find some
body-wash. I laughed to myself that only women lived her, so of
course there wouldn’t be a simple bar of soap.
I started washing up when I heard the door open. Freezing, I
peeked out the curtain. Becky, having cleaned up a bit with the
dark towel, dropped it in a laundry hamper in the bathroom, and
smiled at me. “Need someone to wash your back?” she asked, and
her still naked breasts stared at me under her happy face. I
couldn’t respond to that, and she squeezed her way into the
small shower behind me. “Oh, I’m sorry, looks like I got a
little carried away.”
Not sure what she was referring to her fingers traced a few
small sores on my back where she’d dug into my flesh. None were
deep enough to bleed thankfully, but she’d left eight little red
marks on me, four per side. Using the body-wash I was using, she
moved her hands up and down my bare back. She started carefully
at the top where my new marks were, and moved lover and lower,
finally coming to squeeze and rub my ass checks.
I was really enjoying her caresses and soaked them up with the
hot water coming down on my face and shoulders. Her small hands
then turned me around and she restarted her washing of my body
at the top once more, shoulders, chest, stomach, and then lower.
I was relaxed, but as she moved down I could help but think
about where her hands would reach in a minute. My soft cock,
while only a fraction of its size when it was hard, was still
not tiny, and when I opened my eyes, even while she was washing
me, her eyes were locked onto my groin. That alone made it
twitch once as the valves in my body reopened, shunting blood to
begin flowing down my shaft once more.
By the time she’d washed down to my hips, my soft cock was
already twice its former size, but still only half its fully
hardened length. She watched over it with awe and continued
washing my there as well, on top, underneath, including by
balls, and added in strokes along my shaft, using some of the
hand maneuvers I had so recently taught her. I had no choice but
to just enjoy it and only mere moments later I was up to flag
pole status once again.
Becky giggled, then stood and gave me a sly look as she brushed
her hips against my hard schlong, saying, “I think it’s your
turn to wash my back.” I squirted more body-wash on my hand and
applied it to her shoulders and moved them up and down her back
and once more grabbed that tight ass of hers. I couldn’t resist
teasing her the same as she had just done and slid my hand
between her cheeks, poking her asshole with my fingers as I
roughly squeezed her ass cheek.
She threw back her head into my chest, pressing her back into me
from the playful shock. This let me get a wonderful gaze down
her cleavage, so I moved my soap covered hands to cup her
beautiful breasts and kneed them in my hands. She moaned and
allowed me to enjoy playing with her large young breasts for
several minutes before she said, “I think I’m clean up there
now, but I’m still ‘dirty’ down ‘there’. She said with an evil
grin, emphasizing her words with a slow growl, and then she bent
forward at her hips, and placed her hands on the shower soap
shelf at the back of the shower.
I was pressed back, her ass against mine and she wiggled her
hips, rubbing my cock up between her butt checks. Then she moved
back forward and looked over her shoulder, waiting for me to
make the next move. The water was falling hot and warm across
her back, wetting her hair and running down that fine ass. My
fingers quickly found their own way between her legs again. She
wasn’t as jumpy this time, having been ravaged so recently, but
still was new to this so squirmed a little at my probing
I rubbed her already hard clit again, and this time slid my
middle finger up her coochie. “Ohh…” she moaned, loving the
feeling of being filled again. I moved it around, stirring up
her juices stretching her tight little twat open again. She
moaned again, this time saying, “Please...”
“Please what?” I smiled, asking innocently, not letting up my
manipulations of insides.
“I want to feel you in me again…” she half whispered, half
It was stupid and corny, and I knew it could wreck the mood as
soon as I said it, but my brain could stop me from saying it.
“You didn’t frame it in the form of a question.” God, what a
dorky and bastardly thing to say as I rubbed her clit hard with
She shrieked with pleasure, knees twisting and almost screamed.
“Eeeee! Please Mr. Font! Won’t you fuck me again with your big
cock again?!” My cock grew even harder having her this way. I
grabbed firmly to her thin hips, lined up my cock with her
soaking wet cunt and drove it into her from behind. “AHHH!”
Becky shouted as I speared her once more, but this time wasn’t a
gentle and erotic build-up, it was a raw and forceful
I don’t know what had changed, but I felt so powerful taking
this wanton little thing. I wasn’t soft and loving; it was fast
and almost brutal. I slammed my meat into her hard and fast,
again and again. She was moaning, squeaking, and even screaming
her pleasure. There were no words, just animal passion escaping
her lips with each of my thrusts. I was lost in the moment,
without any conscious thought, I was an animal. My legs only
purpose was to let me stand, my arms and hands for holding her
young hips for dear life, and my hips and cock for thrusting
into her velvety pussy.
I lasted a lot longer in her this time, since I’d already come
once earlier, and hadn’t had as much foreplay this time, but all
too soon to my liking I swelled and bucked hard, driving my
giant dick back into her deepest depths. I felt like I bust a
nut as my swollen gland tightened, every muscle in my body
contracted, and I erupted white hot lava into Becky’s tight
cunt. That was enough to set her off as well and she convulsed
and almost fell as her cunt clamped down on my spewing volcano.
Her vaginal muscles worked hard, squeezing out every drop of my
love sauce and sucking it up into her womb.
I held her up from collapsing with my still rock hard cock and
an arm around her waist. Slowly my softening member slid out of
her well lubricated channel, dripping my salty jism down her
legs, the shower washing it away, and turned her around so I
could hold her properly in my arms. We just stood there in the
hot water, breathing, and sharing a long slow kiss.
Suddenly I felt a stab of icicles on my back and yelped and
quickly reached for the water controls. Becky squealed as well
once the cold water started to spray her face and tits with its
icicles. I turned it off, but with us trying to get out of the
water, both of us exhausted and dizzy, we tangled in the shower
curtain and tore it from the rod and fell into a wet pile of
bodies and latex.
I quickly checked to make sure she was OK, but she just erupted
into laughter. Her golden and pure laughs broke my concern and I
laughed as well. We wore ourselves out laughing and then slowly
extracted ourselves from the tangled and torn latex curtain. We
toweled off, with only a minimal amount of playful caresses and
kisses, and then returned to her room. As soon as we got there
the phone in her room was beeping.
She glanced at the phone and pressed a button, and read a text
message she had waiting for her. “Mom says diner is ready and to
hurry because we will have company soon.” I gulped, knowing that
it would be bad to be caught this way with anyone else in the
house so I threw on my clothes and noticed the wetness on my
sleeve. I looked to Becky and she said, “I have a hair dryer
under the bathroom sink.” I went back in, placed the curtain in
the shower, and took out the hair dryer and used it on my
bitten-on sleeve and also my own hair.
Once I was presentable to myself in the mirror I came out and
saw Becky waiting at the door. Her hair still wet, but now
dressed in a respectable dark blue shirt and jeans. She smiled
and led me downstairs. When we reached the kitchen there was a
note from Becky’s mother to set the table and do some other prep
chores for dinner since she had to step out to get something. I
helped her with the silverware and plates, and the turkey in the
oven smelled great. I was famished due to the workout I’d just
When we were done we sat on the couch and relaxed. She sat in my
lap and hugged me, “I knew that you were the one. That was
“Thank you, or… your welcome,” I fumbled over my words. Even my
wife when we were young never thanked me for my lovemaking, but
then again, I’ve had over a decade to practice since then, but
it usually had become more routine in the last few years, and
non-existent in the last few months of her pregnancy.
I heard the door open and looked wide eyed at Becky, who obliged
and slide off my lap and sat next to me instead. Judy was
talking to another woman as they came down the hall and entered
the living room with us. Rachel, my very pregnant wife was
trailing behind her. “Rachel!” I said startled and quickly stood
up, thinking I’d been set up and that I was a dead man.
“Oh, hi honey, surprise!” She smiled to me and I nervously
hugged her inviting arms and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
“Judy and I were talking after you called and she said you were
already tutoring her daughter and didn’t want to interrupt you
when she invited me to diner. I told her I couldn’t drive in my
condition, but she offered to pick me up! Isn’t she sweet?”
Playing along like this was all just a game I nodded, “Yea!?!
Sweet. What a great surprise.”
“It’s so great to get out of the house and see people!” She
turned and went back to talking to Judy again, like I didn’t
exist anymore, “I’ve felt like such a prisoner in my own house
like this!” she gestured to her distended belly. Oh and you must
be Becky!” She waddled over to the teen.
“Pleased to meet you Mrs. Font.” And she held out her hand.
Rachel squeezed it politely and squatted to sit by her where I
had been on the couch.
“Whew! Sorry, I just have to sit when they start kicking. Moving
around this much must be exciting them.”
Becky gazed in wonder at my wife’s belly. “Does it hurt?”
Rachel laughed, “Honey its fine right now, and I know it’ll hurt
a lot more later on, but it’s just wonderful to think about my
babies growing inside me. I’ve always wanted a big family, even
if Ed didn’t, and I guess God agrees with me.” She smiled smugly
at me with her hazel eyes before looking back at Becky. “Here,
wanna feel them?” and without waiting grabbed Becky’s hand and
placed it on her belly. For the last month the twins have really
gotten stronger and I’ve even been woken up once by them
thrashing around inside her while she slept. Which was better
than when she woke me up with morning sickness those first few
months, I reasoned.
Becky almost shouted out, “Mom, I felt one of them kick!”
“Becky, you should know how to kick. You kept me away at all
hours, kicking and punching me. I always knew you’d be an
athlete,” Judy joked.
“It hard to believe this is a little life that you made.” She
just stared in wonder at her hand feeling the bumps coming out.
“I hope I can be as happy as you are one day.” She said with a
joy in her voice as she smiled to my wife who just smiled back.
“Well, you’re young yet, plenty of time for that.” She laughed a
little and Becky nodded and chuckled with her.
I felt my heart sink and knew that something had to move the
conversation. Judy must have sensed the same thing for she
stated loudly to all of us, “OK than, you two must be hungry
from all that studying, come to the table and I’ll serve you.”
Relieved I turned to move into the dining room, but Rachel
stopped me cold with a simple “Ed.” She held out her hand and I
helped her up and into a chair in at the table. I sat next to
her and Becky sat opposite me, leaving the seat across from
Rachel for Judy, who, true to her word, served us all up a
terrific turkey dinner with all the fixings.
We actually had a great time as all the girls went into talking
mode, while I ate and listened to them chatter away about their
lives, work, movie starts and local gossip. An hour later I,
having finished first because I talked less and ate more,
started cleaning up the table, allowing them to keep talking.
Soon, I was in the kitchen cleaning off the plates. “And he even
does the dishes,” Judy surprised me from behind with a quick
goose to my rear. I jumped a bit and she laughed. “Relax, were
almost family now,” she whispered. Not knowing how to respond to
this I just waited. “You wife is a lovely and lucky lady. I just
wanted to thank you again for ‘tutoring’ Becky.” Then she kissed
me on the cheek, smiled and returned to the dining room.
They girls talked for a while until I was starting to get tired.
Eating turkey always seems to do that, or it could have been the
two ripping orgasms I’d had just a few hours ago. “OK, well it’s
getting late and we should be going.”
Rachel was exhausted being up so long, but was enjoying talking
too much to stop without a good reason, but agreed with me. “Oh,
look at the time, your right. Almost 9! It’s bedtime for us.”
“Not me, it’s not a school night,” Becky chirped up.
“Well we shall have to do this again soon,” Judy added while
helping my wife up and walking toward the door. “Becky is
studying hard for her SAT’s and I’m sure could use more help
with her studies to get into a good college. I know you’re
getting on with the twins, so I’ll be glad to help out if you
can allow Becky to borrow your husband for a few more study
‘What?’ I wanted to scream out. “Of course!” Rachel said instead
and looked at my face which was a combination of embarrassment
and shock. “Oh honey, don’t look like that! Her skills cannot be
that bad, you should help the girl. You’re her teacher aren’t
Calming my face and hearing Judy almost snort at her inside
knowledge. “No, she’s a wonderful student.” I tried to say
without giving anything away.
“But she’s going to need a lot more studding to prepare for
college right dear?” Judy added.
“Oh, TONNES more studying!” Becky chirped in from behind.
As we walked out the door I knew the dynamic duo of mother and
daughter could hear my pregnant wife chastise me for not being
giving enough of my time and attention who eagerly wanted my
help. As we drove home, I knew I had no choice but to suck it up
and do my duty as a teacher, husband, and a man. Somehow I knew
that as long as the stress didn’t kill me that I would enjoy it.
My student continues to seduce me after my wife
So here I am again.
Tuesday afternoon and High School kids all
getting on their buses to head home. I, being a
math teacher, am heading out to my car, ready
for my regular study session with Becky
Whitmore. She’s a senior this year, and apart
from being a very smart and attractive, had
photoshopped photos of me in an attempted to
blackmail me into taking her virginity. After
involving her mother, Judy, who laughed it off,
dropped the blackmail, but then still shanghaied
me into taking her daughter virginity, as a
favor to her even! And then, that very same day,
had dinner with the two of them, who had also
brought my wife Rachel, who was eight months
Damn, I felt like a dirty rotten bastard, but it
was like college all over again with a cute
young thing lusting for my manhood. I can never
seem to deny a woman anything that they beg of
me, even when I know it is wrong. That day was
two weeks ago, and since that time, every
Tuesday and Thursday Judy would take the evening
to care for my wife, allowing her daughter and I
to have ‘study time’ alone at her home. Having
been teaching Becky all my carnal knowledge had
been terrific for my ego, energy, and I really
felt younger. But I didn’t know where it would
end and that really worried me. Becky was
completely in love with me, but kept it tightly
hidden in school, knowing I couldn’t accept her
love in public.
As I reached my car and unlocked it my cell
phone rang. Looking at it I saw it was Judy’s
cell phone. She’d talked to me on some
occasions, but I expected her to be at my house
with Rachel right now. “Hello?” I answered
“OH Ed, Thank God!” Rachel was grunting and
“Honey! What’s wrong?” I said worried for her
and our twins.
“It’s TIME! <groan> Judy is driving me to the
hospital. Please hurry!” She groan and panted
“OH JEEZ! OK, Honey I’m coming, just remember to
breathe OK? Like we practiced.” I threw myself
into the car and sped for the hospital as fast
as I could make my car go, while trying not to
kill myself. The High School was at least half
an hour farther than my house to the hospital,
and every red light I hit seemed to drive me to
madness. Finally I screeched into the hospital
parking lot and ran inside, but then realized I
didn’t know where to go. I moved swiftly to the
front desk and said, “My wife is having a baby!
She should be here already, Rachel Font?”
They sent me down a maze of corridors, but after
at least another ten minutes I finally reached
the emergency area. There they sent me to a room
down another wing. After several more minutes of
wandering I finally entered a check-in bedroom.
I saw Judy standing next to the bed where my
wife was lying, with her forehead covered in
sweat, but an exhausted smile on her face. I was
stopped in my tracks though, because each of
them held a tiny little blanket wrapped baby,
each sleeping soundly already.
Judy, having more sense than either of us said,
“About time Daddy. These two were so eager to
come out that Rachel almost delivered in the
parking lot!” She then held out the child to me.
I had no choice but to slowly close with her and
take my child from her arms with awe as it
suckled on her right breast. It was the most
beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I came close to
Rachel and kissed her.
She was almost crying with and said, “Girls! Can
you believe it! Two girls!” Then she returned
her gaze to the little wonder in her own arms,
“Looks like she’d done. Oh my breasts are so
full. Here, switch.” She held out one daughter
and I took her and hander the one I had to her.
She lifted up her shirt on the other side,
exposing her milk-laden breast and allowed the
sleeping newborn to take her nipple into its
mouth. That’s all it took, and she too began
suckling, drinking out her lactation in her
We all just marveled in the wonder of them for
what seemed like hours, but must have only been
ten minutes, when a nurse came in with a cart.
She explained that they had to take the kids for
routine testing, shots, and other procedures.
The cart had two little beds on them and we
reluctantly released them to her care, and the
nurse suggested Rachel get some rest. It didn’t
take much encouragement and my wife almost
passed out mere minutes after the nurse left.
“She’ll be here overnight, since it’s after 4
o’clock,” Judy informed me with the knowledge of
a woman who’s ‘been there, done that’, even
though she was only in her early forties. “Why
don’t you go home and fetch Rachel some clean
clothes. Not her old ones, but not her pregnant
I looked lost. “Um… What?”
“Edward, she lost a lot of weight, almost 15
pounds from the babies alone!” She explained.
“She’ll need some clothes that aren’t too tight,
but aren’t too loose either.” Since I must have
still looked perplexed, she sighed and said,
“OK. Stop by my house, get Becky. I’ve got to
call her anyway, then have her pick out a few
sets of clothes for Rachel, and come back.” I
looked at my wife a little worried, but she
calmed me by saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll stay
with her and she’ll be out for hours anyway.”
She then used the phone by the bed and called
Becky while shooing me out of the room and
closing the door.
I sighed at once again being given no choice,
but knew that I had to do something, so did as
Judy had commanded me. Less than an hour later I
pulled into the Whitmore house and Becky was
outside waiting for me. She wore a giant smile
with her blue tank-top and short pleated skirt.
“Congratulations! You’re a Daddy!” she nearly
screamed as she jumped in the car, kissed me a
little too well for being outside her house,
then buckled her seat belt.
She asked me all sorts of questions about them,
and I found I didn’t really know that much about
their birth, since I hadn’t been there. I wished
I had been, but with so many horror stories of
very long labors for some women, I was happy
Rachel had a quick and easy one. We got to my
house and went straight to the bedroom, where I
grabbed a duffel bag and opened up my wife’s
side of the closet. It was really all hers as I
only used about fifteen hangars, but most of her
clothes were on this side.
She rapidly went through the closet pulling out
several outfits that my wife hadn’t worn in
months since her belly had reached gigantic
proportions, and packed them into the bag. She
then moved to other drawers, searching them for
other things, finding and packing bras, panties,
and other feminine hygiene products. I just sat
on the bed like an idiot and watched her, still
stunned and having the first chance to rest for
my emotions to catch up with my thoughts.
“OK, all packed up.” Becky said dutifully. “You
need a rest too. Mom said to make sure you take
a nap as well, so I’ll put this back in your car
while you take a nap.”
“That’s OK Becky. I’d rather get back to the
hospital.” I stood to leave but was surprised
when she promptly pushed me back onto the bed
with a quick hand to my chest.
“You’re a great teacher Mr. Font, but a lousy
listener. Mom said Rachel will be unconscious
for hours and to make sure you sleep and shower
so you can see her fresh and attend to her needs
properly.” She scolded me standing over me. “Now
lie down, get undressed, and I’ll wake you up in
a few hours.”
“Becky, thank you for helping with the clothes,
but now you have to let me get back to the
hospital.” I moved to stand again, readying
myself to stop a push from her again now that I
was expecting it.
But instead she did something else which I
didn’t expect. Instead of just try and push me
again she charged me and threw all her weight
into me. Now I weight about 190 pounds, while
she could only be 120 soaking wet, but her
forceful lunge and my lack of expecting this
much from her threw me flat on my back on the my
bed, with her pinning me down.
Her golden hair in pigtails just tickled my
face, so she flipped her hair over out of my
face. The whole situation was just crazy and I
didn’t even realize when it happened, but with
her lithe and sexy form on top of me, I suddenly
felt my erection digging to get through my
pants, and into the hot pussy that was now
pressed firmly down on top of me. Her look of
determination disappeared as mine must have as
well once she felt it too. We both blushed, but
she stayed on top of me and started unbuttoning
my shirt. “Now, I promised not to pursue you
outside my bedroom…”
She shed my shirt off my shoulders, and kept
talking, “And I’m a woman of my word. I won’t
pursue you… But I also won’t stop you from
pursuing me…” then she pulled her tank-top over
her head along with her sports bra, leaving her
beautiful young tits once again exposed to my
hungry eyes. “Besides… You stood me up for my
‘lesson’ today and you should make up for that.”
Of their own volition, my hands floated up to
her bountiful breasts and I grasped each of her
nipples in my fingers, while the rest of my
hands gently squeezed into her soft flesh. “Oh,
I love the way you touch me,” she moaned. I made
circular motions, kneading her globes and
twisting her nipples softly, turning them into
the pointy eraser tips that I’d touched and
tasted so often these last few weeks. But even
though I’d done it before, she was still so
cute, young, and forbidden, that each time still
felt like the first time to me. With everything
else forgotten I pulled her down to me and
kissed her passionately on the lips.
Our lips opened to each other and our tongues
tangled erotically before I noticed her hands
had already unzipped my pants and she broke the
kiss to pull down my pants and underwear
together. I knew how much she’d enjoyed sucking
my cock these last few weeks, but I’d never cum
in her mouth, which had started to disappoint
her, making her think she was doing it badly.
But I’d explained that I’d actually never cum
from just oral, and not to take it personally.
She’d taken it more as a challenge, so I was
sure she’d waste no time in greedily sucking on
my log as soon as she could. Instead, always
full of surprises she just looked up at me with
big eyes of innocence, and waited.
“What’s wrong Becky?”
“I promised not to pursue you. So anything we do
outside my bedroom has to be your doing.” She
grinned evilly, “So… Mr. Font, is there
something I can do for you?”
I couldn’t believe this little cocktease! I’d
made love to her at her request over a dozen
times now, with her begging for it, for over two
weeks now; but now she was making me beg!
“Becky, you know you want to suck my cock; so do
I thought she’d talk back, but apparently she
was playing me by my rules and just wanted me to
cross that line, not her. Before I finished
breathing out the last word she’d already had my
meat halfway down her throat. She bounced her
head on my hotrod quickly and it felt great
between her lips. I grew to my full hardness,
filling her little mouth and sooner than she
normally had she released me, stood, and pulled
down her panties underneath her skirt. She then
moved up my body, dragging her pointed nipples
up my legs and chest.
She straddled my hips and let my cock slide down
her pussy lips before springing free past her
ass, and then sat on my pelvis; nestling is
between her butt cheeks. She shrugged her
shoulders and put her arms together on my chest,
squishing and jutting her breasts at me before
staring at me with those big, sexy blue eyes.
Then she spoke in a cutesy baby voice that made
my cock quiver, “Mr. Font, your giant cock is
too big for my little mouth, and it’ll need to
calm down to let you get some rest. Whatever
will we do?” Then she slowly blinked those
dreamy eyes with well feigned innocence.
God she had learned how to play me. I had no
choice but to verbalize my desires. “Oh Becky,
“What do you mean Mr. Font? I’m not sure what
you want me to do.” <blink, blink>
“Fuck me Becky. Take my cock in that tight cunt
and fuck it!” I half demanded, half begged, and
that seemed to be all she needed. She leaned
back, grasped my erection and dragged it across
her butthole, popping it free to her front, then
ran it up and down her soaking wet pussy lips. I
couldn’t see any of it under her skirt, and that
multiplied the feelings, making me visualize it
erotically in my head. Then she positioned me at
her entrance and sank deeply onto me shaft,
talking me almost fully into her on the first
She took it slow and easy for the first minute,
gripping me hard with her innards, enjoying
watching me squirm and moan with the pleasure. I
reached up and roughly squeezed her bountiful
breasts and took her erect nipples a good firm
pinch. She yelped and winced in pain, but like a
horse being whipped, she increased her tempo of
impaling herself on me. I dropped on hand to her
hips and pulled down sharply, grinding her clit
into my pelvic bone and she shrieked with
It felt so good that I released her other breast
and just firmly gripped each hip and helped her
motions and forcefully bounced her hard. She
didn’t last long with my help, and shuddered and
cried out, “Oh!” and came buckets, flooding her
pussy with juice and I felt like my cock was
going to come out her mouth it felt so huge in
her as she tightened.
After she finished shaking, she rolled off of me
and lay next to me. She frowned and sadly
apologized to me, “I’m sorry Mr. Font. I wasn’t
able to release your tension, but your cock was
just too much for my little coochie.”
Oh, she’d gotten good. I surged with pride and I
could actually feel my tip ooze precum. I knew I
wouldn’t last long, but I sat up, turned around
and, as she squeaking in mock surprise, I
mounted this little cocktease and rammed my full
cock, strait to the hilt in one harsh motion. I
kissed and licked a nipple, as my hands again
brutally grabbed her hips. I mercilessly thrust
and rammed my cock into that cum-loosed pussy,
feeling her skirt rustle against my hips, and in
only a dozen or so thrusts I burst a gallon of
my sperm into her hungry cunt. Tightened and
hot, I groaned hard and kept thrusting a few
more times, shaking with the power and force of
each of my spasms. My cock pumped and pumped,
emptying my balls deeply into her over and over
Eventually my eyes, which had clenched shut from
my explosive release, opened again, looking down
at my well-fucked nymph who was smiling up at me
and said, “You sure put a lot of your little
babies in me today.” Then she giggled and
massaged her breasts and belly. I throbbed
again, realizing I was still pumping my swimmers
into her even now with light short pulses. God,
it felt great. I let the remnants of my orgasm
finish, squeezing out the last of my cum in her
over-filled pussy, before rolling out and
collapsing to lie next to her.
She smiled at me, and then said softly, “There,
now you can rest. Sleep now.” I didn’t argue and
quickly dozed off. I awoke alone to the sound of
water coming from the shower in my bathroom and
my foggy brain turned over. Fuck. The full
reality of what I’d just done came to me. I’d
just cheated on my wife, again. But this time in
our own bed, on the same day as she gave birth
to my children! Damn that was so wrong!
My guilt nearly dragged me into my own personal
hell with the water in the shower turned off and
moments later Becky, wearing only a towel came
in. “Good, you’re awake. I called Mom and she
said Rachel is still sleeping, but would
probably be up soon and to get into gear. And
don’t worry; I left you plenty of hot water.”
She smiled and dropped the towel, revealing her
naked wet body to me again, but wasn’t posing
for me this time as she began dressing. Seeing
me stare she smiled and said, “No time for
seconds, up and at ‘em Tiger!”
I steeled myself, resolving to control my urges
better and redevoted myself to my wife and new
children. I showered quickly, and then returned
to the bedroom which was now empty. Breathing a
little easier, I dressed and headed into the
kitchen, where I heard Becky moving around. She
looked like she was waiting for me and when I
arrived was presented with a plate of three or
four sandwiches, all cut in triangular halves.
“Here, eat, then we gotta go.” She then grabbed
a sandwich and ate. They looked great and I
hadn’t realized how hungry I was. We silently
ate, with me trying not to make eye contact with
her, and then we headed back out to my car and
began driving. I was worried about an awkwardly
silent drive, but Becky just turned on the radio
and began bopping her head to some modern music.
It wasn’t anything horrible, and I found myself
silently singing along as we went, but got to
the hospital in good time, now that I wasn’t
trying to beat every light. With the experience
of navigating what must have been half of the
halls in the building already, made my way to
Rachel’s room much quicker than before, with
Becky hot on my heals. Damn! I thought, I should
have dropped her off at her house, then noticed
she was carrying the big bag of clothes for my
wife. Idiot! I scolded myself again.
“Oh, I’m sorry Becky, here let me get that,” and
I reached for the bag as we were almost to the
door. She let me and followed me into Rachel’s
“Honey!” Rachel opened her arms to me and I
moved swiftly to her and hugged her gently. She
looked still tired, but really glad to see me.
“Don’t worry, she just woke up and I told her I
sent you for some of her clothes.” Judy added
reassuringly, noticing and smiling to Becky
behind me. “We were just discussing names.”
Rachel and Becky then went back to their
conversation, including me and probing me with
names for our new babies, as we had just never
settled on any until we had known their sexes.
Even Becky happily joined the conversation and
we eventually settled on Kristine and Katherine.
It was strange; Rachel had spent the so much
time with Judy in the last few weeks that they
were suddenly talking like old friends already.
Nurses came in with some food and got Rachel
into a wheel chair, hospital policy, and
eventually took us all down to the nursery. They
said the babies needed nursing about every two
to three hours.
It was odd and beautiful watching her hold our
daughters, one to each breast, suckling away at
her swollen breasts. “Does that hurt?” Becky
“Actually it feels great. Even better than when
Ed does it.” I was shocked and gave her a
scandalized look, but she just laughed, “My
breasts feel so full of milk, and they were
leaking in my gown here before we came down.
They will be at it for several months so, sorry
Honey, but you can’t have any until their done.”
She was enjoying embarrassing me in front of
Judy and Becky, who were all acting like they
were Becky’s age giggling into girl-talk.
I just endured it and admired my children and
their mother, breast-feeding them. Soon Judy
said she had to take Becky home because she
still had school tomorrow so she had to go. That
reminded me of my own job as the school. While I
phoned in the good news about the babies and
confirmed my four weeks of approved maternity
leave, my wife made them promise to come over to
our home later to talk more, and have dinner
with us tomorrow. I saw more doom in my future,
but had no choice but to listen and accept
whatever they were planning. They agreed and
left, both smiling to each other just before I
got off the phone.
We were returned to our room, and alone with my
wife, I sat on the bed with her and held her
close. Before she fell back asleep in my arms
she said, “You are wonderful, putting up with
all my craziness and being no needy, and still
finding time to help others. What did I ever do
to deserve you?” I almost cried with guilt and
love, and my wife teared up too and kissed me.
“I love you.”
She rested her head against my chest and I had
no choice but to say, “I love you too.”
Introduction: Rachel is
pregnant with twins, and horny as hell. She gets
satisfaction with some help from a new female friend.
(For those who have read my first stories, I've decided
to add some added content to fill in some gaps in the
story that the main character Ed is not telling, they
will all be titled with a .5 where they go in the
(These events are from the viewpoint of Rachel Font, the
pregnant wife of Edward)
“Damn it! Not again…,” I moaned as I held myself up
against the kitchen counter.
The girls were wrestling again, stretching my already
overloaded uterus to new levels of pain. And at the same
time the pressure and movement over my cervix made my
pussy convulse with waves of pleasure. This was a nice
side effect to help make the pain bearable, but always
soaked my thighs each time it happened. The doctor’s
said I’d experience severely decreased sexual desire
during the third trimester. Shows what a bunch of men
know about women’s bodies!
I was only wearing a fuzzy moo-moo nightgown, since all
my other clothes didn’t fit any more. I’d gotten some
dresses I’d gotten for the few times I had to go out in
public, which was rare since I’d felt like such an ugly
whale. But my hand, with practiced movements, quickly
went down under my dress and stretched to reach past my
giant belly and could just barely touch my swollen clit.
Electric shocks of pre-orgasmic bliss rocketed through
my whole body. It was getting more and more difficult to
reach my button, and almost more work than it was worth,
but it didn’t take long for my quick, hard frigging to
get me off. Convulsions shook my body, and stars
appeared before my eyes. After a few minutes I waddled
to the bathroom, got some toilet paper, and cleaned up
my expelled juices as best as I could and though about
my present life.
Having kids was always my dream, and I knew it’d be
worth it in the long run, but these mini-orgasmic
flashes where driving me insane! I was almost dying to
just beg Ed for sex, even though the doctors had warned
against it in the third trimester due to overtaxing my
body with it being twins.
In the early weeks of the morning sickness, while
jarring at first, quickly went away, and just proved I
was pregnant, giving me endless joy. Sex those next few
months had been the best Ed and I had ever had. He never
seemed to want children as much as I did, but after I
told him that first night or lovemaking always seemed
hotter. Maybe it was just hormones, but I think Ed was
just a bit lustier as well.
Then when we found out it was twins at the beginning of
the second trimester, I creamed my panties every time he
touched me. I had probably worn him out though, because
he seemed to breathe easier when the doctors told us to
refrain from sex a few months ago. It was for the heath
of my babies, and I tried not to seduce him as often.
And my distended belly that grew daily helped deter me
from sex with Ed as I’d never felt so unsexy in my life,
but when the hot flashes hit me I’d masturbate until I
got some release. It didn’t matter where I happened to
be in the house; bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, hallway…
wherever, whenever, all the time.
I was told 40 weeks is the “normal” pregnancy, but that
always goes out the door with twins the doctors said.
Just not enough room in there for them both to go full
term I guess. So while I’m expecting to deliver early,
maybe around week 36 to 38, I’m charted at week 33 so
far. And even though I love children, and have a day job
as a kindergarten teacher, I’ve been out of work on
maternity leave for about a month now.
Ed has been great with me. He puts up with all my mood
swings, crazy appetites, and had been massaging me every
night after he got back from work as a High School
Algebra teacher. It was Friday afternoon, and I was
looking forward to a weekend of Ed taking long and good
care of me when the mother of one of his student’s
called me. Introducing herself as Judy Whitman, she
asked me to dinner with her and her daughter, who had
asked Ed to tutor her for her SAT’s. I tried to get out
of it by telling her there was no way I could drive in
my state, but she has insisted so sweetly and offered to
come pick me up, that I had no choice but to accept the
invitation. She Ed was there and already tutoring her
I dressed in one of my nicest new maternity dresses that
made me look like a pretty blimp, and slipped on my most
comfortable shoes, which were now just barely able to
fit on my swollen feet. There was a knock on the door
and there was a beautiful redheaded woman just a few
years older than me.
I opened the door and before I could even get a word out
Judy was already introducing herself, complementing my
dress, and soon I found we’d been sitting in my living
room and had talked away an hour. She had the cutest
bright green eyes that complemented her fiery red hair,
and still kept her trim figure of her youth, despite
having a child very early in her life.
Our chat informed me she had her child at the tender age
of sixteen, so she was only thirty-three now, and her
daughter had turned seventeen a few months ago. We then
moved to talking about her experience with child birth,
and the similarities and differences between our
It was then I asked her, “When you were at 30 weeks, did
you experience any… urges down there?”
She laughed, “Oh, I felt like I had to pee all the time
and had a bladder that only held a thimble-full.”
“Tell me about it! But that’s not exactly what I meant…”
She paused, and then a look of embarrassment crossed her
face, “Oh, you mean…” I nodded meaningfully, “Oh… No,
sorry. It was just pain to me and could wait to get her
out of me.” I sighed and was going to change the
subject, but she continued, “Tell me about it.”
I had been holding this in, not even telling Ed about
it, and just had to get it off my chest. The words
literally erupted out of me as I gushed my most private
secret to this woman who was a complete stranger less
than an hour ago. “Lately the twins have been twisting
around, putting pressure on my cervix. Every time they
do this though I get so wet and horny I just have to
masturbate. A few weeks ago it wasn’t so bad, but now my
belly is getting so big I’m having a hard time reaching
around. I’m going crazy!”
“Oh, you poor thing,” she moved to sit next to me and
hugged me. We cuddled for a few moments before she
lifted up her arm and looked at her stylish watch. “Well
I’ll make you a deal. Let’s go have dinner with Beth and
Ed at my house and well continue this at another date.”
Embarrassed that I’d just overstepped the boundaries
with this beautiful, and compassionate new friend, I
nodded and cleaned up the emotional tears I hadn’t
realized I’d shed. We quickly left my house and got in
her luxury car.
While I barely fit in the seat, it was nice to sit in
such a plush seat, and Judy was still friendly and
engaging. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed talking
to someone other than Ed or a doctor, or how much of a
prisoner I’d been in my own house the last month or so.
We talked animatedly the whole way there, which wasn’t
far, about fifteen minutes drive.
Once there I’d found Ed and Beck sitting together on the
couch, probably having just finished studying. I think
he was just expecting Judy when I walked in and his eye
turned to saucers as he left from the couch away from
the pretty blonde that must have been Becky. He was so
cute when he thought he was in trouble.
I decided to let him off the hook since Judy had already
told me he would be here, “Oh, hi honey, surprise!” Then
I hugged him as best as I could with my beach-ball belly
and he gave me a polite peck of a kiss. “Judy and I were
talking after you called and she said you were already
tutoring her daughter and didn’t want to interrupt you
when she invited me to diner. I told her I couldn’t
drive in my condition, but she offered to pick me up!
Isn’t she sweet?”
He hesitated but a second and agreed, “Yea!?! Sweet.
What a great surprise.” We talked a bit more, and I even
had Becky feel the twins as they squirmed in my belly,
making her really excited.
We settled down and I tried not to act like a pig as I
ate three helpings of the wonderful dinner Judy had made
for us. Ed was mostly quiet as I conversed with the
ladies about school, babies, weather, cheerleading, and
anything else that came to mind. I was getting tired at
sitting up for so long, but was really having a fun
night. Ed looked at me then spoke up, “OK, well it’s
getting late and we should be going.”
“Not me, it’s not a school night,” Becky chirped up.
“Well we shall have to do this again soon,” Judy added
while me up and walking with me toward the door. “Becky
is studying hard for her SAT’s and I’m sure could use
more help with her studies to get into a good college. I
know you’re getting on with the twins, so I’ll be glad
to help out if you can allow Becky to borrow your
husband for a few more study sessions?”
I so liked Judy that I instantly replied, “Of course!”
Then thinking that I’d just accepted for Ed I looked at
him. His face was a little twisted, making me laugh a
little, “Oh honey, don’t look like that! Her skills
cannot be that bad, you should help the girl. You’re her
teacher aren’t you?”
He calmed, and then said, “No, she’s a wonderful
“But she’s going to need a lot more studding to prepare
for college right dear?” Judy added.
“Oh, TONNES more studying!” Becky chirped in from
I chastised Ed for not being giving enough of his time
and attention to Becky who eagerly wanted his help. Judy
and I decided that Ed would tutor Becky on Tuesday and
Thursday until the babies came, and she would come over
to visit me during that time that Ed was busy.
As we drove home Ed was quite, but I knew he regretted
not being with me every second of the day. That’s just
how attentive he can be. But I found I was looking
forward to seeing Judy again already, and while the kids
remained still, now sound asleep, my pussy was
While I’d been looking forward to the weekend, I found
it just dragged by with just mundane watching TV while
Ed served me, and sleeping restlessly. I couldn’t seem
to sleep at the same time as the twins did, and even
masturbated right in bed with Ed snoring away right next
to me. That really made me hot, and allowed me to get
through the night.
The next Tuesday came, which brought me to trying to
clean the house a bit while Ed was at work, since I was
expecting Jude over that afternoon, so was surprised by
a knock on the door just after nine in the morning.
Judy was wearing a more relaxed blue blouse and smart
tan skirt. “Hey honey. I know I’d said I’d be over
later, but I thought you needed some more help, so came
over early to spend the day and help you out around the
Soon she was in and vacuuming the floor, doing laundry,
and even dusted. Ed’s been really good about doing most
of the chores since I’ve been off my feet the last
month, but Judy was just a cleaning dervish. I tried to
help out, but she just shushed me down into a chair and
we talked while she worked.
A few hours went by and she was a delight to be around.
Then it happened. The girls squirmed and I reflexively
groaned twice. The first in pain at the internal abuse
on my overtaxed uterus, and the second in pleasure as my
pussy convulsed from the internal pressure.
I opened my eyes that I hadn’t realized I’d closed, and
was immediately embarrassed as I found Judy right next
to me, ready to assist me with anything, asking what she
could do to help. “No, really, I’m fine. I just need to
lie down for a few minutes. Excuse me.”
She helped me up from the comfy chair in the living
room, and I closed the door between us as I entered the
bedroom. I breathed hard as I lie onto the bed and
kicked of my fuzzy slippers, taking the weight off my
back and feet as I attempted to relax. But the twins
were active and my womb shuddered in pain and pleasure.
Before I even knew what I was doing, my right hand was
already bent around my belly, rubbing softly on my
pussy, with my legs splayed open on the bed. Damn I wish
I had a vibrator. I’d been stroking my clit for a few
minutes before I heard, “Oh Honey, do you need some
My eyes flashed open and Judy was entering the room
after peaking in at me. I tried to pull a sheet over me
but Judy stopped me and looked straight into my eyes
with hers of piercing green. “Honey, I know you are in
need of more than just a house cleaning.” Then she
smiled, “That’s why I came over.”
I knew I was blushing fiercely and tried to stammer out
a coherent thought, but she just smiled and, sitting on
the bed by my hip, placed one hand on my leg, and the
other on my belly. She massaged and rubbed all over my
lower body, content for now that she was offering to
help sooth my soreness, same as Ed had been doing, but
after a moment she placed one of her hands on my pussy
and gently massaged my hairy mound.
‘God that feels good’ I thought. Soon she was massaging
up and down my swollen pussy lips and rubbing my clit. I
lost track of when, but found that my own hands were
squeezing my own lactating breasts. Hot milk was quickly
turning cold on my dress and making my seeping nipples
harder, if that was possible.
I was getting close and my eyes were already screwed
shut when Judy suddenly slipped two fingers into my
drenched pussy. Instantly I was cumming harder than I
had in months. Behind my eyes fireworks were exploding
and my sore body convulsed hard several times. Just as I
thought it was going to end Judy wiggled her fingers
inside me against my G-spot and those outside me over my
oversensitive clit, and I came all over again, several
times in a row.
I was breathless and exhausted when she withdrew her
digits from my leaking pussy. I was so dizzy and near to
unconsciousness that I only realized what was happening
when she began wiping my groin with toilet paper,
cleaning and drying me off. She helped me remove my
dress, and dried my milk off my breasts as well, before
tucking me in to get some sleep.
Before she left I struggled out a more than inadequate
thank you, to which she bent her head down to mine and
kissed me on my lips. IT was not a passionate or lusty
kiss. Nor was is a dry or quick peek of a kiss. It was a
gentle and loving kiss that lingered on my lips before
she drew the curtains and I fell to the best sleep I’d
had in over a month.
I slept for several hours, and woke to Judy serving
lunch. We ate in mostly silence, as I tried to come to
grips with the intimate nature in which this woman had
moved into my life. I’d never really had a relationship
like it and I was nervous with what our new borders in
life would be. I’d once during a lone week in college
gone on spring break with a bunch of girlfriends, and on
a drunken dare made out with one of her girlfriends.
It was fun, and she seemed to like it as well, leading
to a unique week of touching, kissing, and
experimentation, and while it was fun, they both knew
that they weren’t gay, but also not getting any lately,
and would move on when each of them found a new guy.
They shared a guy once also, and that was a blast, but
by the end of the week they’d both moved on.
She knew Judy had a seventeen year-old daughter, and had
been married briefly when she was younger, buy didn’t
know if she was expecting a permanent relationship of
some sort. She was embarrassed to talk about it and put
the question off until later.
The rest of the day was normal, and Judy left around
five, after putting some food in my oven, just before Ed
came home, who finished up the meal and ate dinner with
me. “So… how was Judy?”
My cheeks flushed, but he wasn’t looking at me and just
looked at his food as he ate. “Oh, great. It was nice
having another woman around, helping out.” The next two
days flew by and I found that as I masturbated during
those days I longed to feel the touch of Judy instead of
Ed. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved Ed, and was dying
to get back to normal, and ride my lovers cock into the
night, but there was this secret itch to again have the
skilled and knowing gentle touch that Judy had
demonstrated on her.
On Thursday I expected Judy all day, but she didn’t come
until afternoon, like we had originally planned. Instead
of staying in, she took me out on a drive of the town,
and had a snack picnic in the park. This was so much
what I’d missed with Ed that I nearly cried. OK, I did
cry, but that was just due to my crazy hormones.
We just chatted about nothing, and I enjoyed the bright
early October day. After an hour she finally asked me,
“I hope I didn’t upset you the other day. I really just
wanted to help you, and you just looked like you needed
I though silently, examining my feelings before I spoke,
“I did. And I’m glad you came back today to spend more
time with me.”
“Dear, you’re just so sweet; I want to gobble you up.”
Judy said with a slight tang of southern accent she must
have had as a child.
“I’d like that,” I’d said smiling to her, before
realizing what I’d said. The shock and mortification hit
me, “That’s not what I…”
“Are you sure?” she said with a quirky eyebrow at me.
I sighed. “OK, I bet that would feel divine, but I was
wrong to do that in the first place. I love Ed and he’s
the father of my children. I know he’s just frustrated
as I am being celibate these last few months. Also, I’m
not a lesbian, so I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to give
you the wrong impression if that’s what I did.” There.
I’d put the whole case in the open and see what she
thought about that.
“Honey, it’s OK. I’m not a lesbian when I’ve had a good
man in my life, which sorry to say, hasn’t happened in
far too long.” She smiled and continued, “Honestly, I’ve
only had a few one-night-stands on the random day when
Becky was at camp, or a friend’s house on a sleep-over,
so I’ve really only been intimate with my favorite
vibrator, Mr. Purple.”
I half laughed, but got control of myself quickly before
she continued, “I’d be lying if said I didn’t envy your
relationship with Ed. He seems like a real stand-up guy;
a real keeper.”
“Yea. I’ve been lucky,” I agreed.
“And I’d be lying,” she went on, “if I didn’t think
about taking a roll around with him in the sheets!” At
that we both exploded into laughter and giggles like
overgrown schoolgirls. After we got control of ourselves
she looked at me in the eye, staring into my soul,
“Rachel, you are so beautiful, and I don’t want to get
between you and Ed. I just want you to know that I think
we can be really close friends.”
Without even batting an eyelash I smiled back at her,
“I’d like that…,” and then we kissed again.
After that we didn’t have time for anything more that
day, and the weekend went by in a daze. I was still
masturbating constantly, and keeping it secret from Ed,
who was taking part in less and less of my fantasies. I
was feeling guilty about it, but that just seemed to
make it hotter.
Finally, what seemed like a lifetime later Tuesday came
again and though my conscience was throbbing in my head,
the throbbing in my pussy made me giddy after Ed kissed
me goodbye that morning. I was afire waiting for Judy to
arrive, and I barely left the window looking out for her
arrival. My excitement translated to the twins, causing
them to stir in my uterus.
Between their movements and my own natural horniness I
had to lie down in bed and began frisking my pussy
relentlessly. I never heard the knock on the door, but
when I heard the front door open, I called out, “In
here,” but never stopped stroking my pussy.
Then I saw Judy standing in the door, wearing a long
brown coat, but it was opened revealing her nearly naked
form clad only in a black lace teddy. Her huge breasts
were barley contained by the sheer fabric and plunging
cleavage, and her wide hips were naked with the high cut
of the lingerie. She just smiled devilishly and said
softly, “Just couldn’t wait to start playing without
All I could do was moan and continued rubbing my swollen
clit. She just stood there watching as I strained my arm
around my giant belly. I was on fire as I’d never been
before, but she just stood in the doorway watching as
she slowly removed her coat, and strutted around letting
me get the full view of her sexy body.
A small part of my brain was distracted to thinking,
‘Wow I hope I can still look as good after I have
children,’ but my quaking pussy demanded attention.
“Please…” I moaned.
“Please what Honey?” she asked innocently, like she
didn’t know why she was here in that getup.
My pussy shuddered and I had no choice but to almost
yell out, “Oh God, please touch me!”
She smiled and said in a sultry voice, “Hang on Honey,
I’m gonna make you cum to the moon.” Then she sat on the
end of the bed between my legs, and then lowered herself
beneath the curve of my protruding belly, her fiery hair
the last thing I saw of her. She gently pulled my
stretched hand away from my burning bush.
I found I was holding my breath without realizing it
when the first gentle touches of Judy’s nimble fingers
gently brushing my hairy bush. I groaned long and low at
the tingling sensations rippling through my body. While
I had been desperate and harsh with my body these last
few days, Judy was soft and gentle, setting my burning
desire into a raging inferno.
She was slow, gentle and deliberate, but knew all the
right places to touch. It was like nothing I’d ever felt
before. My college experience seemed clumsy by
comparison, and while Ed too loved to touch and go down
on her as well, this was beyond that by leaps and
Slowly as if in a whirlwind, my brain was spinning with
her touch as Judy slid two fingers into my pool of lust.
Her fingers curled within my vagina unlike anything I’d
ever felt before. My pussy was already spasmming like a
jackhammer when her tongue flicked my clit and I
exploded. My whole body shook and shook for what seemed
like hours. The next thing I knew I was awakening in
bed, covered up, and cuddled up to Judy, who was holding
me in her arms.
“Good afternoon sleepy,” she sweetly said to me.
“What happened?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my
“You passed out, poor thing. It’s Ok though, I stayed
here the whole time,” then she bent her head to my
forehead and kissed it. “Now I’ll make us lunch and you
just rest here.” Judy, still dressed in her teddy, then
got out of bed and left the room, walking toward the
I just rested and collected myself. My vagina was still
wet and tired, but it was sated for now. Soon Judy
returned and we ate finger sandwiches, apple slices with
peanut butter, some small pickles (with giggles), and
dived into a container of Fluff (I’m pregnant Ok!).
We spent the whole day in bed. As the clock spun around
to around two o’clock I looked at her and said, “Well I
know Ed will be tutoring Becky after school today…” I
reached out and ran a lazy finger over her lace covered
breast, “but I’d really like to do it again before he
Judy giggled as I tickled her breast, then dazzled me
with her emerald eyes and tossed her long wavy ginger
hair playfully. We locked eyes, staring into each
other’s souls until we kissed. Her tongue was playful
and fresh as it teased my lips and danced with mine. I
drank from her as if she were the very spring of life,
despite her being a few years older than I.
Soon we were groping each other’s breasts and gently
tweaking nipples. I just had to taste them, and pushed
her back, moving as best as my titanic body could, until
I captured it between a slit made for that very purpose
in her black teddy. Her taught nipple was long and firm
between my lips and I brushed it with my teeth gently
before latching my lips over it and suckling.
Judy moaned and that just drove me to obsession. I loved
it; I loved her.
She pushed me back and we touched, kissed, sucked and
fingered each other for what seemed like forever. “I
want to taste you,” I finally begged her. I couldn’t
believe I just said that, but she just nodded and deftly
straddled my face. It was so erotic. Here was my new
lover’s lingerie clad pussy, already wet, hovering over
my face and coming closer.
I grabbed her round hips as she pulled her lace covering
to the side exposing her womanhood to me. I pulled her
down and pushed my tongue to touch her moist lower lips.
I know what I like when Ed eats me out, and I tried to
duplicate that, hoping that she was enjoying it, but I
didn’t need to worry about that, because her guttural
moans were all the approval I needed as I snaked my
tongue into her honey pot, and ground my chin into her
Soon she was bucking and shaking over my face, her pussy
soaking my face with her sweet nectar until she clenched
and choked out a cry off, “OH YEA…” and her pussy let
loose her girl-cum. I’d never imagined that I be so
happy to know that I’d made another woman as happy as
she had made me earlier.
She slowly dismounted me and turned to face me again,
and quickly kissed me full on the lips, tasting her own
juices’ I’m sure, but that just lit my fire for her all
over again. We kissed and kissed until my lips and
tongue were tired. As she pulled back she said, “Honey,
that was spectacular. But now I’ve GOT to return the
favor.” She smiled wickedly again and returned to her
hidden position between my legs that she’d taken
earlier, but now instead of working me up gently as
before, she went full attack mode and latched her lips
strait to my clitty.
This time was pure erotic lust and she literally
attacked my pussy. It was divine and I was shouting so
loud that I was surprised people three houses away
didn’t call the police. She devoured me with relentless
lips, tongue, and even teeth. As my mind-blowing orgasm
peaked and my short breath caught in my exhausted lungs
I felt things change, like I was a water-balloon that
had just popped.
Judy noticed it too and quickly pulled away from my
still shuddering cunt. “Oh Honey, I think your water