An Unvarnished Tale of Seduction

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note: This short piece is a real, nonfiction story from my youth. It is the unedited, very uncouth, story of me losing my virginity at the age of twenty. This story contains what I call the 'good, bad and ugly' of my real-life experience so I'm not promising it will be to everyone's taste. It is absolutely accurate in every detail if that counts for much.

I considered dressing it up like so many other virgin stories, but I thought it would be fun to just put out the unsophisticated version for a good laugh. If you interested in lots of dynamite sex scenes, you might consider one of my longer, fictional works.

The 'first time' topic is a new area for me. This piece is also the first time I've ever written about myself in the 'first person' perspective so it feels a little strange to me. Please vote and leave a comment letting me know if it works.

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I was twenty years old and still a virgin. I know it sounds kinda unbelievable but it's true as shit. Not only was I a virgin, but I'd also never had a girlfriend, never kissed a girl and never even held a chick's hand. And it wasn't that I didn't want any of this. Quite the opposite! I longed for it daily. I knew from the time I could walk that girls were special. By the time puberty came along, I thought about them every waking second.

I just never developed the skill at connecting with them in a romantic way. I've always been reserved, quiet and even shy at times, but nobody could say I wasn't trying. In those early years, I lost count of the number of rejections I was dealt. Hell, maybe I was trying too hard!

Now I had scores of super hot, female friends and they adored me, particularly in good conversations. I have a gift for listening and offering thoughtful responses. I've always been decent looking, in good shape and I'm very nice, polite and respectful. Making friends was easy for me. Still is. Attracting girlfriends back then was impossible. Every time I tried to get past the friend zone, the barriers came up fast. Even the ones that didn't currently have boyfriends suddenly did when they rejected my advances.

I thought I did a reasonably good job at hiding my failure from the world but that was the perspective of a young, nerdy kid with no game. I'm sure now the reality was I stood out like a loser and not worth a young lady's efforts. I think by the age of twenty, I'd all but given up trying. Oddly enough, for years, I'd been noticing older women taking hard looks at me, some even openly flirted. In those years of my youth, I had a hard time allowing myself to feel attracted to older women. I'm not really sure why. I suppose it just seemed taboo to me, and I grew up a rule follower. The things I'd do differently if I could!

I grew up with a good friend, Brenden, and we were practically inseparable in those early years. Even now, at the age of fifty-five, he and I are still best friends.

Brenden was a very interesting, colorful character and you'd never guess that a guy like him could be friends with a guy like me. In fact, when I later became a cop, he was still hanging out with his Hells Angels buddies, experimenting with LSD and any other psychotropic substance he could find. Didn't affect our friendship one bit and we quickly learned to not discuss certain things out of respect for one another.

But I'm getting too far ahead of myself. In our teenage years and up until I was nearly twenty-one, we used to hang out and drink regularly. Generally, with friends from his side of the tracks. They were every bit as colorful and lots of fun to be around. For some odd reason, I could go to a biker party with Brenden and despite being a nerdy, 'do gooder' from the nice side of town, these people were totally cool with letting me hang out, drink their booze and stare at their scantily clad women.

One of the homes we regularly partied at belonged to Brenden's female friend, Candice, though everyone knew her as Candy. Technically, it belonged to Candy's mother, Roxy, who I absolutely craved. She was the only older woman I would have been happy to step out of my comfort zone for. When there was a chance to go to Candy's place, I was fucking down because I always knew Roxy would be there.

Roxy was pure trailer trash, and I loved every inch of her. She was somewhere in her late thirties, but her rough lifestyle made her look like she was in her forties. Her slender, tattooed body told me early on that she was a 'long in the tooth' stripper. It was Simi Valley and in 1989, that place wasn't attracting the highest quality women to work the poles. Nevertheless, she was perfection in my eyes. Seeing her in a tank top with no bra and a minidress with her legs spread all unladylike just made my prick ache! And the unfiltered cigarette that was usually hanging out of the corner of her mouth was simply 'yum yum' for reasons I still can't explain.

Roxy was always home and in retrospect, that should have been a clue to how she paid the bills considering the volume of seedy guys that visited her on a daily basis. We often hung out in Candy's room which was adjacent to Roxy's. I knew Roxy liked to fuck because most times I was there, we could hear her getting railed in her bedroom. Weird as it may sound, it became background noise after a while. I knew she was getting pounded, I wanted to be the guy doing it, but I accepted the hot, trashy slut was way out of my league.

So, one Friday night, we were hanging out at Candy's, in her bedroom. The room was small, so we typically sprawled out on her bed as we got drunk and bullshitted into the night. This time, Brenden leaned against the headboard while a buddy of theirs, John, sat at the other end. Candy and I crashed in the middle and drank Jack Daniels from the bottle while we listened to Brenden and John debate whether anarchy could actually work in America. Candy kept egging me on to drink more and I recall thinking it odd she would pay me so much attention since she didn't normally.

Candy was not in her mother's league, by my estimation, but she certainly wasn't unattractive. She was around five and a half feet tall and had an average build, weighing perhaps a hundred and twenty-five pounds. A natural redhead, she had fair skin and green eyes with very curvy, very succulent lips. If her lips were her sexiest feature, her breasts were definitely the most noticeable. I never have been into large breasts, but these babies were enormous! Like DD size, easy.

While I never felt great sexual chemistry with Candy, I always recognized that I'd do her in a heartbeat if I had the opportunity. But in the years, I'd hung out with her, she never showed much interest, so I never gave her much thought after a while. Tonight, just felt different so I let it play out, trying to impress her by going toe to toe with her on the bottle swigs.

For a girl with fifty pounds less body mass, she could put the drinks away. It wasn't long before I was feeling completely shitfaced, leaning back into her and sitting between her legs as she rested against the bedroom wall. Brenden and John were still jabbering on, but I don't believe they had a fraction of the booze Candy and I had. And while we were smack in between them, they just talked around us as if we weren't even there.

As I tried to sober my thoughts just a little, I noticed Candy had been running her fingers through my hair. I couldn't even be sure how long she'd been doing it. It felt wonderful, so I gave her a little, 'mmmm,' and put my hand on her leg.

Minutes went by and I thought I detected hot breaths on my neck. Moments later, she was kissing and sucking my neck and ear. I heard a faint moan from her and all I could think was 'Fuck, yeah! This is amazing!' She must have read my mind because her hands came around my chest, roaming and groping before making their way to the growing bulge in my pants.

Turning my head as far as I could, she grabbed my face and smothered me in wet kisses. I quickly turned my body to face her, and we made out like maniacs for what felt like days. There was a point where I no longer heard Brenden and John's voices and where I couldn't hear anything in the house, despite the loud music. Whether it was a trick of the mind from the alcohol, or I was just so into her, all I could hear was the wet, sloshy sounds of our passionate kissing.

After a while, she stripped off her shirt and I was absolutely stunned by the sight of her enormous tits. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and being the clueless dipshit I was, I never noticed somehow. But I noticed now! And as if that wasn't enough, she had ridiculously long, meaty, hard nipples. Of all the women I've known since, I still haven't met their equal!

She rolled me onto my back and fed them to me one at a time, periodically switching them out as I learned a new skill. She particularly enjoyed me chewing on them lightly so, I was all too happy to please. From this point on, I didn't care what we did exactly as long as it was with her!

I lost all track of time and soon, she unbuttoned me and whipped out my rock-hard prick. Teasing my knob and swirling precum all around it, I groaned in satisfaction. Smiling, she went down on me, and I finally knew what head felt like. She sucked on me for the longest time but in my drunken state, I had no compulsion to ejaculate. I wanted it to last forever, anyway.

As she bobbed up and down feverishly on me, I threw my head back and just rejoiced in her gift. For the briefest of moments, it became clear that Brenden and John were still talking, and it pulled me into a moment of pure clarity.

These two guys were still talking around us as though we were invisible! And they were talking about Dungeons and Dragons of all things. 'What the fuck', I thought. My aching prick is getting sucked on like a popsicle and these guys are talking about a role playing game? Totally oblivious to what's happening only a couple feet away?

Just then, Candy told me she was going to the bathroom for a minute and not to go anywhere. 'Where would I have gone', I thought. And more importantly, why would I consider leaving now? A couple minutes later, she retrieved me and dragged me out of the room by the hand.

The house was only a tiny two-bedroom, ramshackle place, so when we went into the other room, I knew it could only be Roxy's. Damn! How many times had I imagined fucking Roxy senseless in that room and in a bizarre twist of circumstances, I'd be doing her daughter in Roxy's bed instead. Since I had such a huge crush on Roxy, it seemed like a hell of a step in the right direction!

As we crossed the hall to the other room, I noticed Roxy drinking with a couple dudes in the living room. Our eyes met and she smiled. She knew exactly what her daughter was up to! No doubt if Brenden and John left, we would have remained in Candy's room but the ease with which Candy adjusted to the situation left no doubt that she and her mother had some sort of strange agreement.

She turned off the lights prior to entering the room but there was a nightlight nearby which provided enough illumination for us to get to work. She dragged me to the bed, stripped off my clothes, then dropped to her knees to suck on me more. I was really getting into things now and felt comfortable making loud grunting and groaning noises which only had her slurping and sucking more aggressively. I was hoping Roxy could he me through the thin walls!

Had I been able to cum, I gladly would have, but the whisky was messing everything up. I had never tried to get off while drunk so it simply didn't occur to me that it could have such a drastic effect. Strangely enough, I didn't feel dull in any way. My dick was hard as stone and I could feel every tongue stroke, but I just couldn't crest the hill.

After a while, she stripped down and got onto her back for me with legs spread invitingly wide. While she clearly expected me to mount her, I wanted to show her what a big man I was by treating her to some of the same oral pleasure she gave me. Sure, I'd never done it before but there was a time when she never sucked dick before too.

I dove into her box and licked her everywhere, beaming with pride. Seconds later, I was asking myself if pussy normally tasted so horrible. Sure, it was my first one, but I kept thinking, 'why would guys enjoy doing this? It's terrible!' Days later, I learned Candy used some sort of contraceptive gel down there to avoid getting pregnant, so, uh, yeah, lesson learned! Despite the awful taste, and not knowing better at the time, I continued like a trooper, determined to get her off.

Mercifully, she eventually beckoned me to climb up and mount her. I needed no instruction here! I climbed on and fucked her with reckless abandon. She seemed less interested in kissing me for some reason, but I was in my groove now. I wanted to fuck! At one point, I noticed the bed had been knocking the wall the entire time but that was fine by me! That wall faced the living room, and I wanted Roxy to hear it all!

I tried so hard to will myself to cum, but it just wasn't happening. I must have fucked her hard for a solid ten or fifteen minutes when she started shuddering and suddenly screamed out in rapture.

Candy probably had no idea I was having trouble getting off and must have thought I was a real stud! That's what I tell myself anyway. Soon, she suggested another position and I was totally game. She got on all fours next, and I easily found my way back inside. Grabbing her by the hips, I plowed her wet box hard, immensely satisfied when the bed started hitting the wall again.

Anyone standing out in the hall or using the bathroom would no doubt have heard my loud, primal grunts every time I hit bottom, and they certainly would have heard the loud, smacking noises our bodies made!

After another twenty minutes, Candy started moaning louder and I knew now she was getting close. Tired as I was getting, I drilled her even harder and told her to scream out loudly. When she did, I took great pleasure from it. Twice now, I made her cum and both times, her slutty mommy overheard it!

At this point, I was wiped out and started to worry there was something wrong with me. We continued to try different positions and while I was having the time of my life, I really wanted to finally orgasm.

Flipping her back onto all fours, I tried something different. I pretended I was fucking Roxy instead of Candy and within minutes, I could feel it was about to happen. I kept my mind on Roxy, knowing she could hear me through the wall and as I erupted, I roared like a fucking lion in triumph. Fuck, that felt good! I never imagined cumming inside a pussy could be so amazing.

We both collapsed on the bed and Candy held me for a while. When she complimented me for giving her a good fuck on my first time, it became obvious that somehow, she knew I was a virgin. Didn't matter anymore, I told myself, since I no longer was one. She asked me why I didn't have a girlfriend, and it felt very much like she was feeling out my interest in dating her. I told her I didn't know but the truth, of course, was that I didn't yet have the skills to land one. Thankfully, she let it go at that.

Around this time, my head was spinning bad, and I felt like I would soon puke if I didn't stand up and move around. Not wanting to ruin a great night with something like that, I quickly got dressed and got out of there while Candy ran off to the bathroom to clean up.

When I made my way out to the living room, I could see everyone had already split. I found Roxy standing alone in the living room with a knowing smirk on her face and her hands on her hips in this sexy, little 'come fuck me' pose. It might have been a 'Good God, took you long enough' pose but I like the thought of it being the former!

It seemed fairly obvious she had been waiting to get her bed back but the look she gave me kinda suggested she wanted some of what I just gave her daughter. The perspective of a drunk kid, no doubt!

With a heavy heart, I said goodnight to my big crush, for fear of vomiting everywhere if I stayed, and started walking home, replaying the nights fabulous events. The best thought being that sexy, slutty Roxy would soon be lying in the wet spot I created. Even more appropriate, I felt, since I was thinking of Roxy when I made it! The cold air on the four mile walk home did me a world of good and helped me think again.

By the time I made it home, I realized I missed out on a wondrous opportunity with Roxy. If I hadn't been on the verge of getting sick, I might have even tried. I like to think I would have. Something changed in me that night. Like a light switch. I recognized that I had a powerful attraction to older women. And I certainly found new confidence! Seeing how Roxy looked at me was something I'd seen before with older women yet foolishly, I never attempted to act on those opportunities. A mistake I'd never make again.

Because I enjoyed myself so much with Candy, I attempted to get a regular thing going with her in the days that followed, but she didn't appear all that interested. A part of me was actually glad. We never had sizzling chemistry, and she was probably not my type anyway but all these years later, I see she was exactly what I needed, when I needed it. I can't honestly say she'll hold a special place in my heart or something corny like that, but I can honestly say I'll never forget her or what she did for me.

On a humorous note, Brenden admitted to me more than thirty years after the fact that he put Candy up to it and she agreed ONLY because she wanted to do a virgin. You gotta admit...that's a good friend looking out!

Three months after losing my virginity to Candy, I met a woman eleven years older than me who was hot and very flirty. I came on to her in a clumsy, immature manner but she looked past that and had me in her bed on the second date, teaching me how to eat her out in the way she preferred it. And this time, I really enjoyed it. It's become one of my favorite things, in fact.

I was with this older woman for a few years, and she often called me her 'boy toy,' even to her friends, but I didn't give a shit. She was turning me inside out on a nearly nightly basis, and I learned volumes from her on all matters sex. My sex life just kept getting better after that!

So, besides having a pretty fun 'first time' experience, I took something very valuable away from it. No, I'm not talking about 'don't go down on women who use contraceptive gels' or 'don't drink too much or you'll never get off,' no, the thing I took from it was that I had been going about my problem all wrong.

Something about my personality works very well with women thirty and over. Once I redefined my target, I had no problem finding sensational women to be with anytime I wanted. All I was doing in my early years was spinning my wheels with young, immature girls when I should have been focusing on older hotties all along!

Oh, and I still fantasize about Roxy. I tried catching her alone many times but couldn't. But I have to credit her for this; To this day, I adore trashy women. Especially the ones who smoke. I attribute that entirely to sexy Roxy!

The End

Car Park Humiliation

 

 

 

 

 

Helen frowned. Her father was pacing nervously. "Don't worry, Dad," she said to get him to stay still. "You know we're both top of the class. I doubt our grades are in much doubt."

Inwardly, she wasn't so sure. She knew she'd fluffed a couple of questions and was nervous. But her father visibly relaxed and stopped pacing up and down the kitchen.

Her best friend Kim - who was here so they could share their anxiety - looked as calm as anything.

Kim lifted her head, glancing with downcast eyes at her father. "Helen will do perfectly fine," she said, surprising Helen. The girl never spoke more than monosyllables to men. "I'm only worried I screwed up."

Her father glanced at his phone. "When are they due?"

He sounded nervous. Kim again surprised her: "A few minutes yet. It's not quite ten."

"I'll make more coffee," he said.

Helen smiled as she watched her father perform the calming ritual: grind the beans, tamp down a measure, press a button, and wait. He still paced as the Lavazza machine hissed and bubbled. Kim watched his every step, apparently mesmerised, only glancing at her screen occasionally.

He's more nervous than me!

Helen sipped at her scalding Americano, waiting. Her father had abandoned his and was pacing again, and only Kim seemed calm.

Suddenly, Kim yelped. "Got it! The results are posted." There was a long pause. Kim exhaled softly, "Four A's. I'm in."

Helen was astonished when her friend hugged her father tight and kissed him deeply. Suddenly, Kim pushed herself away, blushing. Her head dropped. "Sorry, I've been ever so nervous," she whispered. "I got carried away."

Helen looked at her father. He looked bewildered, shaking his head. "No worries," her father said. His face brightened as he examined Kim closely. "I've never minded a kiss from a pretty girl."

Kim blushed furiously. Helen shook her head. Results! That was all that mattered. This time, when she clicked, the results page popped up as it had for her best friend. Helen breathed a sigh of relief. "Ditto!"

She hugged Kim, watching her father over her bestie's shoulder. He was beaming. "Well done, girls. You should celebrate." He smiled. "You'll have to sort a taxi. They've got a band on tonight, so I'll be at the pub. Don't worry, I'll pay for the cab."

Helen and Kim looked at each other, grinning.

Helen was too excited to think. "Thanks, Dad." She glanced at a smiling Kim. "I'm sure we'll think of something."

Kim soon drifted home. As she left, she gave Helen's father a shy smile, turned to Helen, and said, "I'll call you later."

After lunch, Helen's phone rang.

She picked up. Kim's pretty face filled the screen.

"I know it's boring, and I know you want to get laid," Kim said, "but let's just go to the pub. It's an 80s night, and they have a band on." She smiled. "You never know; you might get lucky."

Helen sighed. "But my dad will be there. He'll spoil the fun."

Helen was astonished when her friend blushed, noticeable even over video.

"That's why I want to go," Kim said. "He's so hot. I've fancied him for ages."

"He is so not hot," Helen retorted, "but we'll go if you insist."

Kim just nodded, grinning broadly.

Helen reluctantly gave in; it wasn't often her friend insisted on anything.

She wished they were doing something more exciting. "We should dress up. Fancy dress, I mean. Not posh. That might liven things up a bit."

Her friend looked excited. "Yes, that will be fun. See you at eight?"

Helen agreed, and the girls hung up.

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Helen decided to dress as a stereotypical French schoolgirl. She picked out a short blue skirt, a navy and white striped top that clung tightly to her body, and a pale blue beret. To finish off the outfit, she wore navy knee socks and heels.

She looked at herself in the floor-length mirror. Sexy, but not too sexy, so her father wouldn't complain.

She heard the doorbell. The front door clicked open before she could descend the stairs to open it. Her dad's voice drifted up the stairs, "Hi, Kim. Come on in. Helen's upstairs." Moments later, he continued, sounding surprised, "You look great!"

Helen grinned. Her buxom Japanese friend was lovely, but she hid her assets well, always wearing baggy, unflattering clothes.

Kim walked into her bedroom and twirled. "What do you think?"

Helen was astonished. She'd never seen her friend wear anything slightly revealing, let alone like this.

The slim girl wore a Japanese sailor suit outfit, almost like a schoolgirl's, but sexy. The top was cut short, leaving her midriff bare, and clung tightly to Kim's enormous chest.

Helen sighed. "I wish I had boobs like that."

Kim laughed. "Yours are perfect! Mine are like udders. I'd kill for tits like yours."

Helen shook her head and resumed her appraisal of Kim. She wore a pleated navy skirt that barely covered her bum, thin black tights that stopped mid-thigh, and black stilettoes.

Helen whistled. "No wonder my dad said you looked great. Even a corpse would notice you in that get-up."

She looked Kim up and down once more. "I hope you know that

all the boys will be chasing you tonight."

Kim beamed. "As long as your dad notices, I don't care."

Helen snorted. "He'll notice, all right. But he won't do anything."

Kim just smiled.

The pub was a short walk away. The narrow road was a cul-de-sac, almost always deserted, so they walked three abreast, Helen to her father's left and Kim to his right.

Helen grinned when she saw Kim holding her father's hand, walking so close that she rubbed against him. The girl's trying; I'll give her that.

The pub was already crowded when they arrived. Helen found a table in one corner, as far from the band as possible; bands were notoriously loud here.

She scanned the room. It was brimming with hot blokes, and she remembered the local rugby match that afternoon, so the pub was full of the players.

She grinned. Rugby was her favourite spectator sport because the men looked incredibly fit and muscular. She had had many vivid fantasies about them.

Suddenly, she was glad Kim had insisted on coming. Tonight, she vowed she'd get laid by one of them. After Ken had deflowered her and then refused to fuck her again, she'd had little opportunity for sex, thanks to exams and such, so Ken was still the only man she'd slept with. Helen was desperate.

She scanned the room again, picking out a group of four good-looking lads. She looked for Kim, not wanting to abandon the shy girl amidst this predatory crowd. She spotted the girl, head down, looking at the floor and clinging to her father. Helen nodded, reassured. She can't come to much harm there; she's too shy for anything serious to happen!

Helen slowly worked her way across the room towards the four men, trying to disguise that they were her target. Finally, she was close enough to bump, clumsily, into one of the athletic youngsters, spilling his beer.

"Sorry. Let me buy you another, please?"

The lad looked her up and down, smiling. "No, let me buy you one."

He stuck out a hand theatrically. "I'm Chris. Pleased to meet you."

She smiled coquettishly, curtseying, ignoring his hand. "Helen."

Introductions followed. Soon, she was flirting with the men. However, only two names stuck in her mind: Chris and Andy. They were good-looking, tall and fit, and most importantly, polite. The other two seemed loutish.

She gathered they played for the visiting team, whose name she immediately forgot. They had lost, but narrowly. All four blamed their pack.

Helen spent the next hour pleasantly flirting and dancing with each of them, focusing on Chris and Andy.

Eventually, she managed to lure the two men away from their friends. Helen kissed Chris, pulling him close and feeling his crotch. He was stiff. Their tongues entwined briefly before Helen pushed him away.

She turned to Andy and did the same, kissing him and groping his erection. She was torn, not sure which of these muscular young men she wanted to screw. She pushed Andy away as well.

She glanced between them, smiling. "Let's go somewhere quieter."

The two young men looked at each other and nodded, grinning.

"Lead on, McDuff," Chris said.

The garden would be full of smokers, so Helen grabbed Andy by the hand and pulled him through the crowded bar towards the car park. She looked behind and was glad Chris trailed along in their wake.

Once outside, she looked around and headed for a dark corner between two sportscars. The car park was thankfully deserted. Helen was so desperate to feel a dick inside her that she was brave enough to have sex right here, in public.

Helen looked at each of the young men in turn, still undecided which she'd let make love to her.

She shook her head slowly. "I don't know which of you I want to screw me."

The two men laughed and looked at each other.

"Oh, we're both going to fuck you," Andy said. "You can count on that."

Helen suddenly felt scared, and her stomach did flip-flops. Her brief experience with Ken hadn't prepared her for this! Suddenly, she had two dicks to play with and didn't know where to start.

Chris's voice helped her out. "First things first, suck our cocks so we're good and ready."

Helen sank to her knees after a moment's hesitation. Her knee socks would get grubby. She grinned. She was going to get laid, finally. That there were two of them made her both nervous and excited.

She fumbled with Chris's belt, undoing it and unzipping his flies. When she pulled down his boxers, his rigid boner sprang free, hitting her on the nose.

Helen chuckled and briefly took his tip into her mouth. She turned to do the same for Andy, but his boxers were already around his knees.

She opened wide and bobbed her head, wrapping her lips around Andy's shaft, letting his stiff pole push between her teeth until it grazed her tonsils.

After a few seconds, she sat back on her heels, turned and sucked Chris.

Neither man was enormous. Ken's dick was longer by at least an inch, but she didn't care. After Ken refused to fuck her, she masturbated repeatedly, remembering his big cock slamming into her pussy. Now, she could hardly wait for a massive dick, well, any dick really, to fill her up.

Her hands wanked their both shafts as her mouth swapped between them, sucking each man in turn. Soon, both men were sighing.

"That feels good. Keep it up, bitch," Chris said.

Helen hated the insult. She pulled back from his dick to berate him. Instead, the sight of their rigid poles irresistibly drew her gaze. She needed one of these weapons inside her. She looked between the two men with wide eyes.

"Will one of you please fuck me?" she said.

Chris laughed. "Bend over that car bonnet," he said, pointing.

Helen walked over to the nearby sports car and bent over it. She looked back over her shoulder, wiggling her arse. "Come on, then."

She giggled. Both men's trousers and briefs were around their knees, and their wet boners bobbed stiffly in front of them, so they approached, awkwardly holding their pants up. Chris moved behind her and Andy towards her face.

Chris roughly repositioned her across the corner of the bonnet, bringing her within reach of Andy, who thrust his boner towards Helen's face. She opened her mouth ready, so when he moved forward, his dick slid into her waiting mouth.

Helen sucked greedily.

She felt her skirt being lifted over her waist. The breeze felt cool on her exposed thighs and bum. The hands roughly pulled her lacy panties down to her knees.

Helen heard a laugh. "Look at that, an untamed wilderness," a voice - not Chris's - said from behind her.

She jerked back from Andy's cock, glanced over her shoulder and was mortified to see two blokes standing, pints in hand, watching. She felt Chris drive his dick into her cunt.

The feeling almost made her forget the audience. Helen moaned. "That feels wonderful."

She glanced at the two men watching, knowing she was blushing, ashamed she was letting complete strangers watch her being fucked. Her whole body felt flushed and hot. She giggled inwardly. It's exciting, she realised. Four men. Two taking intimate liberties with my body, and two watching. She couldn't believe it was really happening.

"Spit-roast, spit-roast," the voice chanted.

Andy's hands forced her head away from the audience, and he pressed his dick back between her lips. The steely rod in her pussy started shafting in and out. Helen basked in the sensations, enjoying every filthy second.

Helen struggled not to bite down on the dick between her teeth as Chris increased his pace. His solid pole felt terrific inside her, so she paid scant attention to Andy and the dick that pressed down on her tongue until, suddenly, it almost made her gag when it reached her tonsils.

Chris slammed into her pussy as Helen sucked greedily on Andy's dick. She almost bit him when Chris's groin jolted against her arse. She moaned softly, the sound muffled as her mouth was full.

"That's it, pound that slutty pussy!" an encouraging voice said.

I'm not a slut! But what you're doing is very slutty, came the censorious thought. Helen felt her excitement rise as the small audience critiqued her performance. She felt herself slowly building towards orgasm and knew her moans were louder now, even muffled by the engorged dick in her mouth.

Behind her, Chris moaned. "I'm coming."

Hot cum flooded her pussy. Three more vicious thrusts jetted more hot spunk into her tight minge, and she felt it oozing down her legs. But Helen was disappointed. She hadn't climaxed, and she felt her arousal fade as Chris withdrew his dick.

The voice laughed. "Sloppy seconds for you, Andy. What a filthy slut!"

She felt momentarily insulted, then realised she was willingly allowing two men to fuck her. More than willingly, she yearned for them to pound her hard. Perhaps, I am a slut.

Andy pulled his rigid dick from her mouth. She took the opportunity to glance at her audience once more as Chris and Andy swapped positions. The two men had their dicks out and were wanking.

"Oi, my dick's over here," Chris said.

His strong hands turned her head towards him, and his erection, still wet with cum, filled her mouth. Helen bobbed her head enthusiastically, sucking hard.

A finger ran down her dripping, hairy slit. "God, she's really hairy," Andy said from behind her.

His hands fumbled with her skirt, unzipping it. She felt him pull it down. The skirt tumbled to the ground, coming to rest around her ankles.

Helen grunted when Andy's rigid weapon slammed straight into her in one mighty thrust. His dick stretched her nicely enough, and she hoped Andy would fulfil her properly. Chris had been a disappointment.

Andy laughed. "Not so sloppy. She's tight; my cock's never been gripped so hard."

As Andy violated her pussy, Chris reached forward with his hands. They pulled her tight, stripy top up past her enormous boobs until her arms, which rested on the car bonnet, stopped it moving any further.

"Hands over your head for a moment," Chris said.

Helen submitted and was briefly blind as he pulled the top off, leaving her almost naked with panties around her knees, still wearing her knee socks and heels and a delicate gold chain around her waist.

One of her audience whistled. "Wow, she's built like a fucking pornstar!"

It was a voice she hadn't heard before. Fuck! How many people are watching? Before Chris could thrust his dick back between her lips, she looked around. Thankfully, only the two young blokes, still wanking, watched from nearby.

Chris exhaled, nodding. "Helen's stunning."

Aware of her rapt audience, Helen let Chris thrust his pork sword, still slimy with his cum, into her mouth.

She slowly sucked Chris's rigid member as she focused on the rigid pole that slammed into her pussy. Helen loved the feeling when Andy's groin slapped against her arse, driving him balls-deep into her cum-filled teenage pussy.

"Harder, mate," a voice yelled. "She's loving it."

Her arousal grew as the audience cheered Andy on. His pork sword pistoned smoothly in and out, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her flushed, sweaty body. Better than Chris, she decided. Ken was still better.

Andy was groaning as he pounded her pussy. Each time his dick slammed into her, it increased her arousal until she, too, was moaning loudly, muffled by the dick that shafted in and out of her mouth.

"Yes," Andy sighed behind her. She felt his dick pulsate inside her. The thought of this stranger's cum flooding her pussy sent her over the edge. Helen's thighs twitched, and her cunt clamped rhythmically around Andy's erupting penis as waves of jizz filled her to overflowing. Her whole body shivered and shuddered as she climaxed ecstatically.

Andy kept slowly shafting her, his dick still like steel until her orgasm subsided.

Both men had spent themselves inside her, so Helen thought it was all over. But Chris's voice said the two men had other thoughts.

"She's so tight, I want another go at her pussy."

Andy laughed. "If you've got the stamina, go for it."

Andy's dick left her sodden cunt. It slapped teasingly against her arse before the man moved away.

Helen waited. She sighed with pleasure when Chris's dick pressed against her lips for the second time, parting them gently as his tip sought her dripping entrance.

She savoured the sensations as he slowly penetrated her. Helen reached for Andy's dick, still wet from cum and her juices, pulling it closer so she could suck it.

She felt Andy's hands clasp her head, and his dick started to slowly move in and out of her mouth as Chris shafted her pussy.

"Her arse, mate, pound her arse," a voice yelled from the sidelines. "She's gagging for it."

Helen wasn't; she was deliriously happy, with a cock pounding her pussy and her mouth filled with another. She wanted to protest, but the engorged dick in her mouth prevented her. She tried to pull away, but strong hands held her onto the warm, rigid shaft.

"Is that okay?" Chris asked.

Helen was uncertain. She knew from porn that dick was allowed in any hole and knew it was inevitable her arse would be invaded sooner or later. Sooner, she decided. Her head bobbed assent.

The same voice yelled again, "Come on. The slapper's arse is begging for it."

She sucked the dick in her mouth with vigour as Chris pounded her pussy from behind. She was scared, dreading the moment when a dick pressed into her bottom. She jumped when a wet finger probed at her pristine starfish.

She was surprised when Andy pulled out of her mouth. "I want to watch this," he said.

She watched him walk past, wanking his slimy cock, to join her audience. The finger in her bum moved in and out, staying deep in her bottom as Chris's dick shafted her pussy. Helen emitted a muffled squeak when a second finger painfully joined the first.

The feeling was indescribable. A fat cock pounded Helen's pussy, and the two fingers moved around inside her tight bum hole, stretching it almost painfully before pulling out.

She heard spitting, and warm liquid fell on her bum crack. Two fingers pressed into her bottom once more as Chris slowly shafted her teenage vagina. The fingers moved intimately inside her, exciting her.

Helen felt the rigid dick leave her pussy. It rubbed up and down her arse crack, and then she felt pressure against her virgin sphincter. The pressure increased intolerably, and she screamed loudly.

A burning sensation spread in waves from her arse, slowly subsiding as the invading weapon stayed immobile in her back passage.

The pain became tolerable, and Helen sighed softly, "Don't stop."

Her back door intruder pressed into her again, and she squealed with surprise, feeling her rectum distend.

"That's it, mate," a voice said, "go deep."

 

Another painful thrust, and she whimpered. The dick paused, still stretching her sphincter painfully. The pain subsided a little until the dick pressed deeper into her bottom.

Helen almost shouted for him to stop, but the burning eased again. Another painful thrust, another whimper. It seemed to last forever, with repeated waves of pain that subsided, so she felt pleasantly replete. Finally, she felt a hairy groin press against her bum cheeks.

"That's it; that's all I've got," Chris said.

Helen moaned. The remaining pain slowly ebbed away. Her entrance was stretched wide, and she felt incredibly full, but it felt okay; better than okay, it felt fantastic. She wiggled her arse, exploring the delicious feeling of fullness the movement evoked.

Strong hands stroked her bum. "God, your arse is so fucking tight." Chris paused. "You've never done this before, have you?"

Helen shook her head. "No."

Chris snorted. "Sorry, the way you came on at us, we thought you were a right slag. I'll be gentle."

His body pressed against her back, and his hands reached around to massage her boobs. His breath was hot on Helen's ear. "You really are built for porn," Chris said.

His weight lifted from her back, and his hands grasped her hips. "I'm going to fuck your arse now."

All Helen could feel was the dick stretching her intestines. She felt full to bursting point. She nodded. "Uh-huh."

She felt the dick withdraw slightly, resisted by her tight entrance. Delicious pain surged through her when it drove back inside until Chris's pubes scratched her bum. The burning dick withdrew again, ramming hard back into her bottom. Soon, she felt the dick leave her bottom entirely before pushing smoothly back inside her anus.

It was indescribable, and she felt wonderfully distended each time Chris's fat weapon pistoned smoothly in and out of her derriere, gloriously stretching her back passage time after time.

His hands stroked her bum cheeks as he shafted her. Chris moaned softly. "Your arse is so fucking tight."

"Punish the bitch," the voice called.

Chris laughed. She felt his pace quicken until his groin slapped audibly against her with each stroke. His fingers played with her clitoris, exciting her further.

Helen knew she should be appalled, but knowing three blokes watched her arse being reamed just inflamed her passion, and she basked in the humiliating attention.

Waves of pleasure swept through her, emanating from deep inside, where her innards were repeatedly stretched deliciously wide. It was heavenly. For a moment, she was unsure which dick was in her arse. Helen shrugged. It didn't matter; all she could feel was the pleasure sweeping through her body, centred on the dick pistoning smoothly in and out of her back passage, compounded by the fingers toying with her love bump.

Chris slammed into her arse, thrusting violently, repeatedly pushing his engorged cock balls-deep. Her arousal intensified when a taunting voice called, "The slag loves it."

Several brutal thrusts later, her ecstasy peaked as she came. She felt her sphincter clamp painfully around the dick that was embedded deep in her arse.

Chris groaned. "I'm coming."

Helen felt a liquid rush inside her as Chris emptied his balls deep into her back passage. His hands stroked her bum cheeks. Chris exhaled rapturously. "I didn't mean to come inside you, but your arse is so fabulous, I couldn't bring myself to pull out."

Helen didn't care. She loved the hot, distended feeling inside her and was disappointed when Chris withdrew his wilting member.

Helen looked back at her audience, focusing on Andy, who like the others, was wanking slowly. She had never tasted cum, so she decided to finish him off.

Helen knelt on the rough tarmac facing the three, dirtying her knee socks even more.

"Come in my mouth, Andy," she said.

He grinned and sauntered over, rigid dick in hand. Helen opened her mouth. Andy thrust his wet dick between her teeth, and Helen sucked him enthusiastically. Her lips gripped his shaft. She bobbed her head back and forth, looking up at him as her hand wanked his shaft.

Soon, Andy was moaning, and she felt his dick twitch as it unloaded a wave of jizz into her mouth, filling it. Helen pulled back, surprised at how much cum filled her mouth. Andy's dick shot ropes of spunk all over her, covering her face and hair.

Helen swallowed, emptying her mouth. She looked at her rapt audience, wanking their dicks. She wanted to feel them inside her as well. Dripping with cum, she smiled at the two men, "Come on, it's your turn to fuck me."

One bloke turned to his mate and shook his head. "This posh slut really can't get enough, can she?"

The other looked at Helen. "Sorry, love, we haven't time. The minibus is waiting."

Helen couldn't decide if she was disappointed or relieved. But the butterflies in her stomach quietened.

The man cackled lewdly. "Stay on your knees, though. We've got a gift like Andy's for you."

Helen knew what was coming. She stayed put. Sure enough, the two men approached and wanked furiously.

One man groaned loudly. Helen turned to face him, opening her mouth wide. A rope of sticky semen sped toward her, catching her in the eye. More hot spunk followed, mostly landing in her hair.

No sooner had he emptied his balls than there was another groan. "I'm coming," the man said urgently.

Before she had a chance to turn, a glob of sticky jizz hit her cheek. The next wave was on target, straight into her open mouth.

"Leave the filthy bitch," she heard, "or we'll be stranded here."

After hurried zipping, the four men walked towards the road, laughing and joking together, and disappeared through the gates. Only Chris glanced backwards.

Helen felt fulfilled, and a warm glow suffused her body. She knew she had been thoroughly abused and humiliated, abandoned naked and dripping with semen in the car park, but she didn't care.

Cum dripped off her face, and she felt a rivulet oozing down her cleavage. Helen looked down; her boobs were covered. Her crotch was wet with spunk, and more ran down her legs. Her hand reached between her legs, checking her hairy blond minge. Her pubes were soaked with cum. She reached behind to feel her arse. She winced; her starfish was very sore but also wet with cum.

She smiled inwardly. It had been exhilarating, though, being so thoroughly and brutally abused. She had loved the intense sensations when she'd climaxed with a dick pounding her arse.

Helen realised the longer she stayed kneeling naked in the car park, the more likely she'd be seen. There wasn't much else she could do, so she pulled up her panties, disgusted that they were also cum-soaked. They felt sticky and uncomfortable against her, but at least they covered her sex.

She slipped into her skirt, zipping it up, but she didn't pull on her stripy top, not wanting to get it soaked in sperm. She'd chance being seen bare-breasted.

She glanced around. Fortunately, the car park was still deserted. The band were playing, just starting a new song, so it wasn't midnight. Helen walked out onto the narrow lane home, hoping no cars appeared. Her chest felt cold as the cum that crusted her dried.

A few minutes later, thankfully after encountering no cars, Helen walked up the long gravel drive towards the house. Only the porch lights were on, so at least she wouldn't have to sneak in. She smiled, imagining the shock on her dad's face if he saw her bare-chested and crusted with cum.

She had zero regrets as she climbed the stairs to her room. She washed off the cum in the shower, remembering her excitement as the small audience bayed Chris and Andy on and the intense feelings as her arse was reamed. Even the humiliation had been exciting.

A successful evening, she decided. I'd do precisely the same again, given the chance. I'll never admit I enjoyed it, though, not even to Kim.

Helen flopped into bed, exhausted. The sound of the front door slamming shut and Kim's giggle wafting up the stairs woke her.

First Time Cougar

 

 

 

 

 

When me and my husband decided to get a divorce we were very amicable about it and I got to keep the house. Not long after that I wanted to have a few things done and I was telling my friend Monica about it and she suggested that I call her son Jacob. She said he owned a small construction company and he would do a great job. I hadn't seen him since he was in high school and when he came by to take a look at what I wanted done I couldn't get over what a handsome young man he had become.

The afternoon he came by I had almost forgotten he was coming by until I heard the doorbell. I was in the middle of changing clothes after work and I quickly pulled on a tank top and a pair of shorts. When I opened the door I apologized for it taking me so long to come to the door but I had forgotten he was coming by. He said that wasn't a problem as he closed the door behind him. I showed him everything I wanted done and he said he could probably do it all in one day and asked if Saturday was a good day for him to do it. I told him that would be fine as long as he didn't mind me being home while he was working. He said that wouldn't be a problem and I noticed his eyes had moved down to my chest and I realized I didn't have on a bra and my nipples were poking through my tank top.

I casually glanced down at his crotch and to my surprise I could see a nice bulge in his shorts. I then asked him what time he was going to be there on Saturday and he asked if eight would be too early and I told him that was fine. Before he left I thanked him for coming by and apologized again for forgetting he was coming by. I saw him look back down at my chest and he said for me not to worry about it and he promised to take care of everything I needed done.

Later that night as I was laying in bed without any clothes on and I couldn't get the image of that nice bulge in Jacob's shorts out of my head and I started to get horny. I began to fondle my breast and pinch my hard nipples with one hand while I moved the other between my legs and started to rub my wet lips. After a few minutes of this I was so turned on I reached in my night stand and pulled out my favorite dildo and started rubbing it up and down my pussy. As I slowly pushed it between my wet lips I closed my eyes and imagined it was Jacob's young hard cock moving inside me. Pretty soon I was pumping it deep inside me still imagining it was Jacob and I was soon having the most amazing orgasm and I could actually feel myself starting to squirt something I hadn't done in years. After that I slept better than I had in a very long time.

Saturday morning I woke up early so I could take a shower before he got there to work. I put on a pair of tight cutoffs and another tank top but this one was even more low cut showing plenty of cleavage and of course I didn't wear a bra so my hard nipples would be clearly visible to him. I knew nothing might never happen but I was going to have a little fun flirting and teasing him anyway. At least if nothing did happen I would be good and horny by the time he left and I could give myself another one of those amazing orgasms.

When I heard the doorbell my nipples seemed to get even harder and I could feel my pussy tingle. When I opened the door his eyes immediately went to my chest and when I glanced down at his crotch I could see his bulge growing bigger. periodically throughout the day I would go check on him and I would make sure to give him a good look at my exposed cleavage or I would bend over to give him a good look at my ass in those tight cutoffs and I could tell he was starting to get turned on because the bulge in his shorts was growing even harder. By the time he finished I was so horny the crotch of my cutoffs was soaking wet.

When he was finished he went to put his tools in his truck and I told him I could either write him a check or pay him cash and he said he would rather have cash. I had to bend over to get my wallet out of my bag and when I did I made sure he got a nice long look at my ass and I could have sworn I heard him moan. After I handed him the money I asked if he would like a cold beer and he said he would love one. Of course I had to bend over again to get him a beer and when I gave it to him he said "I hope I don't offend you Dana but for an older woman you have a gorgeous body."

I told him I wasn't offended in the least and I thanked him for the compliment and that I never would have thought such a handsome young man would even notice me. He started to move closer to me saying he had definitely noticed and he would love to see more. At that point I didn't care that he was my best friends son and all I cared about was seeing what had been making that huge bulge in his shorts all day. I then pulled my top up over my head exposing my naked breast to him and he said "they're even more beautiful than I imagined and I love how hard your pink nipples are." He then moved his hands up and started to fondle my breast causing me to moan and when he pinched my hard nipples I moaned even louder letting him know I was enjoying what he was doing to me.

He leaned down and kissed me pushing his tongue inside my mouth and we kissed for a few seconds before he moved his mouth down so he could suck my hard nipples making me moan how good his mouth felt on my nipples. After a few seconds of him sucking my nipples I pulled his mouth back up to mine and kissed him again before asking him if he was sure about what we were doing because I was so much older than him. He looked at me like no man had in years and said "I'm so tired of the games the women my age like to play and besides that I have wanted to make love to you ever since I was a teenager." I kissed him again and then told him I guess we have a lot of time to make up for then so why don't we go to my bedroom and get started.

In my bedroom he had me lay on the bed and he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down until I was completely naked laying on my bed. He said I was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with and he hoped he could live up to my expectations and I told him I was sure he would do just fine and to take off his clothes so I could see what had been making that huge bulge all day. He pulled off his shirt and then unbuttoned his shorts letting them fall to the floor as his big dick sprang free and he was so hard I could actually see it throbbing so I figured he wouldn't be able to last very long the first time so I told him to lay down next to me.

I kissed him before I started to kiss my way down his sexy body until I reached my destination, his beautiful hard cock. i ran my tongue over the big head for a second before running it down his thick shaft to his shaven balls and i gently sucked them before licking my way back up to the head. As I looked up at him I opened my mouth and started to suck him inside and he moaned how good my mouth felt on his hard cock. I have always enjoyed giving head and I couldn't wait to feel his hot cum shooting down my throat. I slowly moved my mouth down on his cock until it was hitting the back of my throat and I relaxed my throat so I could take the rest of his big dick inside my mouth.

I quickly got used to his size and I was soon moving my mouth up and down on him as I pumped him into my mouth with my hand until he was moaning he could feel himself getting ready to cum. That just made me suck and pump him harder until he moaned he couldn't hold back any longer and I felt him explode inside my mouth shooting several thick ropes of his hot cum down my throat and I managed to swallow every delicious drop.

After I milked the last few drops from his cock I licked it up and then moved back up and kissed him. As we continued to kiss he pushed me over on my back and rolled over on top of me and as he looked down at me he said he wanted to eat my pussy. Now I enjoy receiving head just about as much as I enjoy giving it so I told him I would love him to make me cum with his mouth. He then moved down and sucked each of my hard nipples for a few seconds telling me how much he loved how hard they were. He then continued his way down my body as he moved between my legs and I could soon feel his hot breath on my pussy and I was practically begging him to make me cum.

For being a young man he really knew how to pleasure a woman with his mouth and tongue. He did things to me with his tongue that drove me absolutely crazy with lust. He was sucking my clit as he flicked it with his tongue and I could feel him pushing a finger inside me. A second later he added a second finger to my pussy telling me how tight my out was and he couldn't wait to feel it on his hard cock. He also seemed to know that magic spot inside every woman and as he massaged it with his fingers and continued to flick and suck my swollen clit I was crying out he was making me cum and when I did it had to be the strongest orgasm I'd had in years, it was so strong I could actually feel myself squirting something I hadn't done since I was in my twenties.

Once my orgasm finally began to subside I pulled him back up and kissed him and I could taste myself on his lips and that just turned me on even more and I had to feel his big dick inside me. I could feel his cock pressing against my lips and I moved my hand between us to help guide him inside me. As he slowly pushed his thick cock between my lips I was moaning how big he was and I loved how he felt in my pussy. Once he had his full length buried deep inside me he began to move his cock in and out of me and it wasn't long before I could feel myself getting ready to cum again.

My hand was still between us so I started to rub my clit as he continued to slam his hard cock as deep as he could inside me and I was soon moaning I was cumming again.

This time he had amazing control and I had two more equally strong orgasms before he moaned he could feel himself getting ready to cum and asked if he needed to pull out. I told him he didn't have anything to worry about with me and I wanted to feel him cum inside me. He lasted a few more deep thrusts before he moaned he was cumming and I could feel his hot cum shooting deep inside my pussy. As he shot another huge load I moaned I could feel him cumming inside me and I was cumming again with him.

We took a shower together and then went into the kitchen, both of us still completely naked and I made us something to eat as he had another beer and I had a glass of wine. As soon as we ate we went back to the bedroom and made love three more times before we were both totally exhausted and I fell asleep in his strong arms.

Jacob ended up spending the night with me and we made love several more times the next day and by the time he did leave i have never been more satisfied sexually and I can't wait for a repeat performance this coming weekend.

Grace Goes Babysitting Pt. 01

 

 

 

 

 Grace and Favours -- Adventures in Babysitting pt 1

Grace, a young woman in her twenties, had been sent by the agency to a big house on the edge of town and had already let her thoughts and fantasies about being used by a hot older couple get to her head when getting ready. She arrived for her babysitting assignment wearing a big cozy jumper to snuggle in, but hiding inappropriately sexy lingerie underneath, at least a size too small so that her pussy was always pressing against the fabric and making her all squirmy in the taxi on the journey there.

Was it really an accident that she had been caught masturbating on the couch? Watching porn on our big screen so that she didn't notice the master of the house getting home. That would be very unprofessional indeed.

"What is the meaning of this young lady? Stand up please. I want to check if you have left any sticky marks on our nice couch." the tall, dark, and handsome man commands her.

Grace can feel her naturally submissive tendencies kicking in as she looks up at him, hands playing with the hem of her jumper so that it is pulled down to try and hide her panties, but occasionally pulling it up to flash a peek of her sexy pussy, smooth and slightly plump, visible behind the barely adequate covering of her panties.

"Sorry sir... Do you want me to clean it off the couch? I can lick it up if that would make it better?"

"Hmmmm.... That is an excellent suggestion, and I approve of your willingness to make this up to us, but no... No, I think I will enjoy seeing the sticky mark and knowing your dirty secret. Lift your jumper please Grace. Let's see how much of a mess you have made of your underwear."

Slowly lifting her jumper up to her tummy, revealing her soft curves and the pertness of her breasts, dark areolas visible through the sheer white lace of her bra, Grace asks timidly as she sways her hips slightly

"Are you going to have to examine me, sir? They did that already at the agency to make sure I was ready for this assignment."

"I'm afraid so. If you are too messy we will have to clean you up before we send you home, now step out of that skimpy excuse for a pair of panties. That's it, good girl. Spread yourself open so that we can see exactly what you have been up to."

Keeping her jumper pulled up with one hand, Grace lets her other hand drop between her legs and hesitantly uses her fingers to split her pussy lips apart, instantly revealing how sticky and creamy her pussy is as she struggles to hold her lips in place, slick with fresh juice from the red hot flush of exposing herself. She turns her head away shyly as sir takes out his camera and gets ready to take a picture of her exposing her shameful pussy, still sticky and shiny with her arousal.

"You understand that we will have to document this incident and I will have to keep a file on all your indiscretions, young lady. It is simply unacceptable that you think you can get away with such slutty behaviour in this house. Now, bend over please. I want to take a picture of your pussy from behind. It's very sticky and you have got it all over your thighs, you dirty girl."

"Whilst you are bent over the couch you can reach back and spread your cheeks. We will need to check you have kept your ass nice and clean if you have been rubbing yourself against our couch."

He admired her body as she arched her back and partially spread her ample buttocks, her golden skin smooth and supple and contrasting beautifully with the delicious nutty brown of her asshole and the lush pink of the back of her pussy lips, both looking clean but shiny with pussy juice and likely to have left marks on the soft furnishings as she had rubbed and humped against them. He would enjoy her scent later as he relaxed on the couch with the lady of the house by his side, discussing the merits of the new babysitter...

Suddenly Grace felt the firm grip of his fingers on her ass cheeks as he spread her open. Secretly wanting this all along she felt her already sticky pussy opening up for him. She had already been working her pussy hard so she could feel it partly gaping open now, willing this man who was old enough to be her Daddy see how wet and pink she was inside. How tight her asshole looks. To know how good she smells and tastes. Pushing her ass back out as hard as she could... With a hungry noise he was suddenly licking her pussy in long, slow, strokes with the flat of his tongue, making sure to catch her cute little asshole as she pushed it out for him, flicking and tickling with the tip of his tongue until she was groaning and trying to hold on and not cum and gush and make another mess.

Now facing the door Grace saw a reflection of herself in the wall mirror, down on all fours with her ass in the air and his tongue licking and flicking at her pussy and clit for what seemed like forever. She could see her face was bright red and almost sobbing because it felt so good but at the same time she knew it was so wrong of her to have been caught like this.

In the background she could still hear the porn playlist she had selected playing, a series of young women being fucked hard by older, well hung guys, making them submit to ever more depraved acts as they get their pussies and asses fucked in all the different ways Grace used to dream of, and now it was happening to her. The noise of fucking in the background was making it almost impossible for her not to give in to the sensations in your pussy and just cum on his face, she could feel her orgasm approaching and had no idea how she was going to hold it, starting to bite her lip in anticipation...

Of course, that was exactly the point he stopped, leaving her pussy just on the pulsing point of no return.

"Now. We've cleaned up your pussy and thighs at least, but what about these dirty, sticky, panties?"

Holding them up in front of her as Grace tried to regain her composure, he slowly unfolded them to reveal the sticky, even creamy, marks of her pussy juices. Rubbing the fabric between his fingers and then raising them to his face to breathe in her scent.... unable to stifle his groan of hunger as she noticed his eyes rolling back in his head, taking a long, deep breath of her before slowly opening his eyes again and looking directly at her.

"These are very dirty. We obviously can't send you home in these."

He bends down and helps her stand, putting a strong and caring arm around her shoulders and taking her hand as her as he leads her from the room.

"I could tell you I will be keeping these for your file, and that is partly true, but really, I just want to keep them in my pocket and smell and taste you whenever I want... But it is cold outside here at the moment and we wouldn't want to send you home improperly dressed."

Unfortunately, there just isn't time to run them through the wash before she has to leave, so instead Grace is lead upstairs to the bathroom, having been told to be quiet and not wake anybody, where he sits her you down inside and instructs her to put her dirty panties back on, helping her to arrange them properly in place after they got scrunched up.

"Sit with your legs wide open please. That's it, good girl... The creases and stains are very obvious, and I am concerned about what someone would think of you if they saw them. Much better that you get caught with wet panties of a different kind, so we are going to wait here until you wet yourself."

She couldn't hold any longer at this point and she felt her face flush at the feeling the hot flood of liquid spread out from her pussy and soaking the fabric, dripping down her thighs. Once she had finished, while still trying to hide how red her face was, he eagerly kissed and licked every delicious drop from her beautiful, smooth skin, sucking on her pussy through the fabric and making her start to breathe quickly again as she felt her edge was still there... just waiting to burst through and have her explo....

"There. That's enough, I think. You can just tell people you had an accident, rather than having to explain what an unprofessional little slut you are. That is something we will have to talk about again of course, but I'm sure you will understand that we can't just ignore something like this." he said with a cruel smile as Grace sat and squirmed, trying to keep her hands from between her legs, desperate to rub herself off and finish the job...

"Stop that young lady!" He slapped her hands away, catching the tops of her thighs as he did so. "Good girls don't cum without permission, and you certainly haven't been a good girl, now, have you?"

Of course, Grace had to admit that she hadn't been a good girl at all and was suddenly fighting back the tears, worried that her babysitting assignment would be over before it had really begun, before she had been lucky enough to meet the lady of the house. The kindly older man spent some time with her on the couch, still smelling of her sinful arousal, knowing that she would need lots of cuddles and reassurance that things are going to be OK.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it, just not normally in other people's houses while babysitting, and yes of course we will still book you as our sitter in the future... In fact, I've just remembered we have a late dinner engagement next week. Are you free next Wednesday evening?"

Grace's smile returned, with maybe just the hint of a knowing and naughty glint in her eye.

"Yes sir. I'm available. What would you like me to wear for you?"

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Earl cradled Daria in his arms, lifting her out of the van. He carried her up the stairs to the beach house as she ruffled his dark curls. "You should grow a beard, Earl, or at least some scruff - maybe a few tattoos."

"Dare," he responded, "I'm a Navy doctor. I can't wander around looking like a street urchin. Besides, your sister's not big on ink. She says she likes me smooth and silky."

Daria reached for the doorknob since Earl's hands were occupied. "She's not talking about your face, silly."

Earl turned several shades of red as he settled Daria into her wheelchair. "Quit being dirty, Dare."

"Oh, you love it. I've told you before, you're marrying the wrong sister. I could rock your world if you'd give me a chance - I know how to slurp a smoothie." Daria spun her wheels on a dime, perusing the flat. She swirled through the kitchen and into the great room, then back down the hall to the bedrooms.

"I'm going back to help Cari with the luggage," Earl announced. "Your room is first on the right and don't roll out on the balcony until I check it."

"I'll roll where I want, pretty doctor!" Daria whirled into her assigned quarters. The bedroom was simple and spacious so she could move around freely. The ensuite bathroom had bars for transfer and stability. Cari had researched the premises, studied the amenities to suit every need.

In the bedroom corner was a small vanity with a mirror, tiny drawers for Daria's brushes and makeup, a place for her catheters - and a book. Sea Witch by Anon Imus. 'How ridiculous,' thought Daria. She had seen a similar title months earlier on Amazon but had neglected to download it. Her Kindle was packed to the brim. Reading had been Daria's primary activity since the accident, her escape from reality.

She flipped through the pages. The book was hardbound and heavy. There were sketches of characters - pirates! Beautiful maidens. Swashbuckling adventurers, murderous thieves, rape and pillaging. 'Perhaps I'll read this later,' she considered.

"Daria! Where you be?" Cari walked through the bedroom door, rolling Daria's suitcase. "You like it - your room?"

"It's fine." Daria placed the book on the vanity.

"You don't look too excited, sweet sister." Cari plopped the suitcase on the bed, unzipped it and unpacked the contents into assorted piles.

"You can quit babying me, Cari. I can do that myself. Besides, I might have something in there I don't want you to see."

"Like what? A bottle of scotch? A big dildo?"

"So, what if I got both?" Daria snooted. "Your dildo carries your luggage. Some of us can't run around picking up doctors."

Cari folded her arms across her chest. "Are we going back through this? Dammit, Daria, I bust my ass finding the perfect beach bungalow, and I don't even get a thank you - just more crap about Earl."

"You deserve it, Cari, but I'm done arguing. And thanks for bringing me on your fuck-fest. Don't worry. I'll wear my earbuds every night, so scream your heart out."

Cari sat down on the bed. "Dare, did you seriously think you had a shot at Earl? I'm just being realistic here."

"He was my doctor, Cari. Not yours. And, yea, he liked me, even if I couldn't walk. He promised I would...one day."

"Firstly, doctors can't date their patients," Cari retorted.

"I'm not his patient anymore, Miss Board of Medical Ethics."

"Fine. I'm done," Cari cringed, raising her hands in surrender. "I stole your boyfriend. We're getting married, and you are my maid of honor, full military regalia. Would you like to hit the beach or sit up here and sulk?"

"Sulk on the beach," she replied.

Daria sat in her lounge chair, scanning her novel. The tide circled her feet as the sun descended. Across the horizon, she saw something odd - a ship - a dark silhouette, large and stately with masts and sails, like nothing she'd seen on the ocean.

"Hey, do you guys see that?"

Cari and Earl were wrapped in a blanket on the sand, oblivious and uninhibited. Daria removed her earbuds, confirming her suspicions.

"Oh, shit! Oh fuck! Yea, right there, Earl. C'mon, harder!"

Daria replaced her earbuds and went back to her book.

***

"Here she be, captain, the admiral's youngest daughter, Leena, just as ye requested." The crew forced the beauty down to her knees.

Errol fisted the young girl's hair, jerking her head back. "Did ye think to escape my wrath, little wench, playin me a fool fer yer female persuasion just to run back to daddy with all me secrets? Strip er down mates!"

The men viciously ripped off the girl's dress and undergarments, tearing them to shreds. Observing from the corner was Leena's older sister, sworn in allegiance to the captain and his crew, the pirate's lover for all eternity.

"Don't ye worry, lass - ye won't be needin no clothes fer the evenin banquet, and there be plenty cock left fer yer noble, pink pussy once we finish fuckin yer mouth!"

***

Cari washed Daria's back in the shower as she did every night at home. Daria despised her dependency, but options were limited. She still couldn't manage every need on her own. "I'm sorry, Cari, about this afternoon."

Cari hesitated briefly, then continued her gentle scrubbing. "It's okay, Dare. I know it's hard. I shouldn't have said some things..."

"You're right, Cari. I'll never find a man who wants me."

Cari put down the loofah. "I never said that. You're beautiful, Daria. Nothing has changed that. Someone will come along. You'll fall in love."

"I am in love."

Cari looked at her sister. The shower rained down on her gorgeous body. Though her legs had slightly deteriorated since the accident, they were still full and muscular. It occurred to Cari that if Daria posted a nude on Tinder, guys would never recognize she was paraplegic. "You're in love with Earl?"

Daria nodded affirmatively. "I'm sorry. I can't help how I feel."

Cari gave her a sisterly hug. "What do you want, Daria?"

"I don't know," she sighed. "I mean...is there any way...could you just ask if he...would you mind if we..."

Cari blew out a breath, then smiled. "I wouldn't mind, Daria. Would it bother you, though, if I'm there - assuming he agrees?"

"I want you there, Cari. Do you really think he would consider it?"

"You already know he's attracted to you, Dare. I'm more concerned about controlling my jealousy than whether he'll agree to fuck you."

Lying in her bed later that night, Daria opened her novel. The pages seemed to turn themselves.

***

"Ye sister be full o cum." Errol pulled his thick shaft from Leena's raw, ruined rectum. Semen seeped across the girl's gaping gash. "She be worn as a rudder on a rocky coast - no use fer nothin but shark bait."

"What now will you do with my pathetic little sister, Errol? I love you. I will always be with you." The older sister kissed the captain and fondled his flaccid prick, licking the remnants of semen from her fingers.

"I'll take er to the deck fer floggin, sweet girl. Whip er till she wilts. Feed her piece by piece to the fishes. Now, prove yer devotion, lassie, as ye sister failed miserably to do. Suck my cock clean as ye watch her die."

"Tie this lying bitch to the mast, my captain. Whip her till you're satisfied she's dead. Drop her dismembered body into the sea for the sharks. I will get on my knees and suck your thick, salty dick until I drain your balls completely."

***

The following morning, Earl draped Daria over his shoulder, ass to his cheek, and hauled her down to the beach. He could smell her desire as he laid her on a blanket, unclipping her bikini top and slathering her back with sunscreen.

"Cari told me what you want," Earl whispered. He fondled Daria's teenage globes, squeezing them firmly till her small nipples peaked. "I've been wanting you again since the 'accident'. I've been missing this."

"Cari should be here," Daria softly objected.

"She needn't see everything, Dare. She needn't know what I've done."

Daria lacked the strength to refuse. Earl kissed her as he hooked his forefinger through the crotch of her Nylon bottoms, pulling the material aside and bending to taste her. He nibbled and kneaded her modest breasts, swirling his thumb round her sensitive clit as he pumped two digits inside her. She was creamy in seconds.

"You're so fucking wet, Dare! Your sister likes to taste herself." Earl offered his slimy fingers to Daria's mouth. She sucked them obediently.

"She likes this?" Daria asked. Earl nodded with a smile. "What else does she like?" Earl slid his dripping digits down Daria's crack, probing her tight starfish entrance.

"She loves it when I fuck her up the ass."

"Then do it, Earl, but please take it slow. I can feel everything. I just can't move my legs."

Suddenly, there was a shadow.

"I thought I told you both to wait for me!" Cari glared at her sister with dagger eyes.

"Yea, she took off her top, just begging for it, babe. She asked me to suck her tits," Earl lied.

Daria was caught off guard. "I didn't do...I didn't say..." she stammered.

"Shut up, bitch! What was she saying when I first walked up, Earl?" Cari slipped out of her bikini.

"She wanted me to fuck her up the ass, babe. She insisted I do everything that I usually do for you."

"But I didn't..." Daria refuted.

"Shut up, I said!" Cari clamped her hand over her sister's mouth. "I'm sick of hearing it. You want to get fucked, Daria? Alright, then. Spread her flaccid legs till you split her slutty seam, Earl. That's the beauty of banging a cripple - no resistance. Spread them like she did for that quarterback. Remember him, Daria? Josh Broaden? The guy you fucked on the football field the night after homecoming. Did you suck him off taking you home? He drove off a cliff, dead on arrival; you were paralyzed in a ditch, his severed black dick in your mouth."

"Damn, Cari, your sister's a skank." Earl splayed Daria's thighs like a wishbone. "Suck this cock, dirty slut, before I shove it up your chute! You'll want to lube it first."

Daria looked up at Earl, his prick down her throat as the sky turned darker with clouds. His features seemed to change, no longer clean shaven. Tattoos appeared on his face.

Kneeling behind Earl, Cari positioned his erection between her sister's pale cheeks. "Fuck the little wench! Hard and deep. Stretch her tiny butthole till it bleeds!" Cari cupped Earl's ass in her hands, nudging him rhythmically with a series of thrusts, shoving him balls deep to the edge of eruption. His scrotum was screaming when Cari handed him the dildo; a thick, black replica with ridges and veins, compliments of Daria's beach bag.

"What the hell?" Earl gasped, struggling to keep pace.

"That's your patient's quiet fetish, Earl. Black cock. Her backstage boyfriend in high school." Daria shook her head as if denying the accusation, unable to speak. "Slam it in her cunt," Cari commanded. "I want to see her paint it with cum."

Daria recognized the feeling. She had felt it once before that night after homecoming, that feeling of fullness, that shattering climax. Not one, but two cocks. Not one, but two studs - a lascivious truce - two massive explosions with rivers of semen. Her terrible secret.

She was full beyond belief, both holes being pounded, creaming on a black throbbing shaft up her slit. White sperm up her ass. Headlights and a blaring horn. The memory of two jealous lovers.

"You're a murderer, Earl..."

***

"She be turnin pirate, captain. She be turnin sea witch. She be gathrin her pieces and the pieces of ships.

She be buildin a vessel. She be sailin the waves. She be comin fer ya, captain. It be vengeance she craves.

Best ye be off.

***

The ghostly woman emerged from the tide and foam. "Errol," she whispered. "I've come for you, Errol," dragging him backwards into the surf - into the blue beyond - pulling him by the hair, screaming.

"Leena!" the man cried as she pulled him under water.

"He promised your legs," she whispered to Daria...voice from the mist. "A captain keeps his promises."

Daria arose and walked to the ocean as Cari watched in disbelief. She picked up a ship's plank floating in the waves. It was etched with the name of a book.

~SEA WITCH~

Mary's Movie Night: Intermission

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who am I kidding? I blame myself.

Mary ascends the stairs ahead of me, headed for her bedroom. I have walked this trail before, but this time feels different. I am going willingly and with premeditation (if you can call it that), knowing that she is ripe, fertile, unprotected.

I am not attracted to the woman in front of me, at least, not physically attracted. The old joke is that you could put a bag over an ugly date's head, but in Mary's case, you'd need a body bag. Except... I'm learning that in the coerced, squalid trysts we've had so far, I have been powerless to resist her. The horror I feel starts to fizz in my bloodstream and the next thing I know I'm flooding her.

Tonight will be different. Not because I'm doing this with only a little coercion. Not because of the possible consequences. Tonight will be different because it definitely means that there is a connection, that there is an "us". Her piggy eyes look at me lustfully. God, she's ugly.

Her room is dimly lit by a bedside lamp. It has a pink lampshade covered with little Minnie Mouse cartoons. The pink softens the room and almost makes it feel cozy. For a change, Mary's bed is freshly made, with tight hospital corners and plumped up pillows. The floor isn't strewn with used underwear, the dresser drawers aren't hanging open. She has prepared this space so that she can bring me here to mate.

I grasp her top at the shoulders. The wrap-style top is untied and hanging open, so I slide it down her back as I move my body closer behind her. I pull it off one arm and then the other. I kiss her left shoulder as I discard it. Then I pull my shirts off so that I can let her feel my naked chest against her back while sliding my hand around her thick waist. I am wondering how this belly will feel when it's heavy with child. She reaches back low, checking to see if I'm hard for her. Finding that I am, she turns her head towards me.

Her hands go behind my head as I exhale gently into her left ear. She shudders and her skin is covered in gooseflesh. She grinds her ass back, showing she knows what's there, waiting for her. I don't shrink away, but grind back until she pulls away so she can face me.

She unsnaps her jeans dress, unzips it behind her, and works it down. It's tough going, as the top opening is too narrow for her gargantuan thigs. She steps out of the circle of discarded clothes and stands, legs slightly spread, fully naked before me.

I look her up and down and I feel a skip in the beat of my heart. The Gorgon mouth, the drooping flesh, the wilderness of untamed hair: the awful reality of it is appalling. But the animalistic surge is there too. Is this desire? I feel her wanting it, wanting me to want her, wanting me to take her.

I push off my pants and underwear and stand naked before her, so that she can regard me in whatever glory I muster. My cock is hard and cycles up and down in time with my pulse. She licks her lips with a pointy tongue.

"Why don't you draw down the covers and get in bed?" I aske.

"Yes, daddy." There is a quaver in her voice. No longer the commanding blackmailer, she wants to be desired. She pulls the comforter aside and climbs into the bed, which creaks beneath her. She draws her knees up slightly, legs spread lewdly, invitingly. She holds her vast fleshy arms open, welcoming me, beckoning me.

I move towards her. I hear my heart thudding in my eyes, feeling hot all over. We spent hours next to each other on the couch watching the movie, without anything more than holding hands. But every moment there I knew that this moment here was coming. I can smell the musky scent of her dripping pussy.

"I'm very fertile, daddy. Are you sure you want to go in me bare?" I am kneeling onto the bed now. "It's a bad idea, Mary," I want to say, but I don't, and our lips meet. Hers are hungry, needy. But then, mine are hungry, needy, too.

"You going to fuck your baby into me?" she challenges, just a little need creeping into her voice. This way lies disaster. I shouldn't go anywhere near her, but I feel her pubic mound pressing against mine. My cock wanders down, looking for her entrance. I can feel her labia hugging my tip. She is hot and wet. There is a spot, just-so, where everything is in place. I am at her entrance. It's the last moment of "before". From here there will be only "after".

"I love you, daddy. Do it to me." I do it to her.

We move together. Her juices flow freely. She is beyond ripe. My balls churn in response. This will be no epic; it is a spawning. I am being mated to her like a beast. She mews with satisfaction as she feels me bottom out. The endless thighs wrap around so her heels hold me in. The tiny fat hands grab my butt. The entirety of her huge bulk sucks me in. I begin to thrust inside her. Her body jiggles beneath me, breasts flying sloppily, hair sprayed out, belly rippling. Her mouth forms a tight "O" as she begins to moan. Louder and louder, she cries out "Yes. Daddy! Yes. Daddy!"

The tension builds inside me.

"Cum in my fertile hole, daddy, yes!" There is triumph in her voice as she thrusts her pelvis up to meet me, grinding our mounds together. All I feel is a need to be deep, deep, deep, and put all of me inside her. I'm holding it back, holding it back. I should stop, I can't, I can't. I can't do this. I'm hanging on, resisting, a last glimmer of sanity and hope. I mustn't. I do.

It happens in slow motion. The casting off of control. Mary's face almost anguished wallowing on the pillow, cheeks flushed, porcine nose flaring. Her hands both clench my ass. The first pulsation, welling up down inside me, the first flutter. The second pulse and I feel the hot liquid swelling me up inside her, plugging her, binding us together. A third one and I feel it shoot out into her, a geyser of heat erupting forth. Then four, five, six, seven, uncountably many, an endless giving of my inner self, so hard it hurts, the flood inside me stretching me open with its fiery outpouring. I cry out, "Mary!"

Mary is quiet, watching me as she feels it shooting into her. Feeling how thick I am. Feeling each twitch as it fills her up inside her. Feeling her body sucking at me like a greedy mouth. She looks into my eyes and we both feel it, this moment.

--

I wish I could say I spent the night or that this was the beginning of my new life. But I didn't and it wasn't.

Instead, at some point, I got up and got dressed.

Later Mary texted me: "thank you daddy". I sent her a heart emoji.

Then there had to be emails and meetings and then a weekend. There was grocery shopping and bathroom cleaning. Susan seemed on edge. She stopped nagging me to masturbate in her specimen cup. She was resigned, I guess, that I wasn't going to impregnate her that way, or maybe we had missed this month's window.

Mary texted me: "I can feel your sperms in me, daddy". I sent her a heart-eyed emoji. Every day, just a pair of texts. The theme was simple: my seed was in her. She was thinking about it taking root.

The previous week, Mary had switched to a night shift. She had traded to make movie night free. This week, though, she would have to work her shift, so on Monday Levon and Lakeisha volunteered to host movie night. Except: "let's make it video game night. Switch things up."

Each night that week, instead of confronting what Mary and I had done or having a serious conversation with Susan I walked at bedtime down to Cindy McGill's house. I didn't make love to her. I just slept.

On Wednesday morning, Cindy started the day with, "Look, junior, enough of the hang dog expression. I told you before that your marriage was going to be over. What we're doing here, I like it. But you haven't brought me the lock for your collar yet. Are you just feeling guilty that you shagged the pachyderm next door? You need to figure things out."

Then she slapped me on the behind and I went off to a day of work.

Thursday morning, the buzz of my phone woke me.

Mary texted me: "Wish I could be with you tonight." This time I sent her a real reply: "Maybe some of me is in you." She replied with a sparkly heart emoji. And a baby emoji.

I got up to find Susan waiting for me at the breakfast table. "I want a child. I thought you wanted one too."

"Someday, sure. But... I love you, but I haven't come to terms with your... our... your asexuality thing. Is what we're doing, what I'm doing with Cindy a good basis for having a family?" She looked stricken. I held her for a while and after a while, after the tears, it was okay. But I was numb all day. Our neighbor, Belle, was gladly pregnant with my child. Mary was gladly maybe pregnant with my child. Cindy couldn't be pregnant with my child but had promised to find some surrogate lover to have the child for us. The woman I loved? I was denying her a child. I was going to have to change something.

I was reluctant to walk down to Levon and Lakeisha's house. I didn't expect much. It was just me there with the two of them. They had two kids, a boy about six and a girl about two, but "his folks are watching them tonight. That way we adults can play our games on a school night," Lakeisha explained.

They are both massive geeks. She was wearing a brightly colored Warhammer sweatshirt that contrasted with her dark skin and the baggy black pants that hide her shape. Levon is short--maybe her height? He was wearing a t-short so worn that the game it advertised couldn't be made out.

I hadn't played any Call of Duty game since college, and I had definitely never played one as a drinking game. Just about anything seemed to require a drink. The liquor was tequila. Friday was going to be a lost day.

Lakeisha was the star--she took turns beating the snot out of Levon and I. Pretty soon, Levon was three sheets to the wind and I was fairly wobbly. She tucked him in and came back to find me killing Nazi zombies. She tsked when I got killed again, so I put the controller aside. Ugh. I suck.

"What's going on with you?" she asked.

The story, all of it, came tumbling out. I was abundantly aware that this was probably a stupid idea. I was breaking Cindy's secrecy rule, for one thing, but then I was being indiscreet with everyone else. With a neighbor. Good work, dude! I told her that as well.

"I think," she said, considering, "that you've fallen in with some manipulators." She raised her hand to forestall a response. "Not to say that you have covered yourself in glory. You've been very bad. If you'd shown some backbone, at least some of these situations would be different. But you're right. You need to make some choices. For yourself." She put her hand on my thigh.

"Should you be doing that?"

"Yeah. I should. You've been pleasing the rest of the neighborhood. Seems I've missed out."

"Your advice would seem to be inconsistent."

"Only depends on how you act on it."

"If I push you away, that'd be a good thing, right? And if I don't?" Her hand was a lot further up my thigh.

"Well, then more things are going to happen. Do you want to control what those things are?"

"Some." That hand was now definitely not in neutral territory. I think it was getting near my spawn point.

"It's not so bad. I mean, in your heart, you already know what should happen." She wasn't tugging on my heart, though. It was something else.

"Tequila makes me horny and Levon likes to listen," she said, low and in my ear. "When I go upstairs later, he'll probably make me sleep in his wet spot."

"Seems like I'm not done making poor choices," I replied.

"I hope not. I'm needing some joystick. Been too long since I took that risk."

"Risk?" Her hand is working up and down my burgeoning stiffy. I tentatively reach out to run my hand through her hair and bring her lips closer to mine.

"There's always the risk that your commandos will overrun my position and that we will up-level." I feel my dick twitch when she says this. "Mm... you'd like that, huh? You capturing my flag while Levon listens in." Her tongue is very wet and soft, her mouth very open as we explore each other's fire bases.

She opens my belt while I fumble around with her blouse. I open the buttons one-handed, until her olive-green blouse is hanging loose. She has a black nursing bra underneath. She's got a big inventory and is carrying a heavy loadout.

"I want your forces to invade tonight. You think you can keep your assault organized?" Her hand is pushing pants and underwear down. I spread my legs to give her better access while I start to fumble with her belt. It's a narrow brown leather strap, mainly for decoration. I solve that level and go looking for the boss level.

"You gonna assault this pussy?"

I'm figuring out the fasteners and zipper nicely. She pauses to shrug off the blouse, then stands to shuck the pants. She comes back to straddle me. Only her panties are between my fire team and their objective.

I reach around and unfasten her nursing halter, which falls into our lap to reveal two heavy dark brown hangers with very dark nipples. The left one wells out a tiny white droplet.

"If you touch them," she says, referring to her milk-filled tits, "those grenades will go off. You going to put that soldier into my foxhole?" I am poking her deliberately and methodically. She winks approval: it's her game and she's going for a high score. I pull the panties to one side. It seems this foxhole has been flooded.

"My command center is aching for your shotgun to pump it full. I need your Medic Module. Dose me with your creamy Juggernog." I'm poking directly at her entrance but not infiltrating her quite yet. We trade some small arms fire, tongue-to-tongue, before she calls in my mortar strike.

"I'm taking my time, in case there are snipers, but you can expect a full recharge of health..."

"Hear that, Levon, he's going to take his objective. He's going to knock down all my defenders and blow me up with his dirty babymaker." She's calling this out loudly, the better for Levon to hear.

"God, honey, he's done it. He's going in. He's going to shoot off his inventory in me." She rocks back and takes me fully. I hold her up as she rocks and jerks atop my cock.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Paint the fucking baby's room a pearly white. Leave me with your bastard baby." A steady stream of urgent profanity to arouse the listening Levon. "Deeper, that's it. That's it. Almost there. Don't stop. It's coming. It's coming... don't stop, don't stop... it's coming." The playful edge is slipping from her as she gives herself to her own enjoyment. The couch is creaking and thumping as we hump together. "Don't stop... fill me... oh fuck, man... oh fuck..."

She's cumming, and cumming hard. Her breasts spray out milk and her mouth contorts in an agony of release. I feel a corresponding tingle building. I could retreat. But I don't. I line up at her spawn point and bomb it into oblivion.

I sleep on the sofa. In the morning, my phone buzzes.

Mary texts me: "I'm home, daddy." I don't respond yet. It's early: maybe I'm sleeping?

I rise, refreshed for the first time in weeks. I walk home to an empty house. I shave. I shower. I sit down to a day of work. The back of my mind keeps turning events over and over. I got Mary to delete the photo of me with Belle, only to give her far more leverage over me. Belle is pregnant, and now her marriage appears to be on the rocks. How long until she turns to her baby daddy? And Cindy is waiting for me to demonstrate my commitment to her kinky plans. What am I going to do?