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Better Late Than Never

November 14, 2025 at 10:31 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , ,

I didn’t really discover sex until I was well into my fifties. I mean, of course I’d had sex; I was married for almost thirty years. We had three great kids together all thanks to sex. When we first got married, my husband wanted to have sex all the time. He wanted it less and less frequently as we got older and had kids, and then not at all after he got sick. I didn’t mind him doing it do me, not for the most part, except for sleeping in the wet spot after. To me it was messy, occasionally uncomfortable, and a kind of combination embarrassing and boring. I never really understood what he got out of it.

It wasn’t until I was in my mid-fifties that I learned. I was fifty three when I had my first orgasm, when I learned how to masturbate, and when it comes right down to it, when I first participated in sex, as opposed to having it done to me.

And oddly enough it was all because of an unseasonably cold day in September.

My youngest son, Rick, had his friend Liam over, ostensibly to study, but it sounded to me more like they were just playing video games. Which was fine too, whatever, they were both grown-ups, at least technically. They were both taking classes at the local community college before starting university next fall. As long as Rick got passing grades, I didn’t particularly care what they did up there.

Rick asked if I could give Liam a ride home, as neither one of them had a car. I could have just told Rick to take my car and drive him himself, but I didn’t. I don’t know why, I was just feeling generous. I’m so glad I felt that way!

Liam came downstairs. He was a nice kid, Rick and he had been friends since early high school. He was tall, gangly and pale. He wore glasses and had a lock of hair that constantly fell down in front of his eyes in a way that, in retrospect, I suppose I must already have found fetching.

Upstairs, I could hear Rick ‘studying’ (or playing Smash Bros). I grabbed the car keys and stepped outside.

It was way colder out than I’d imagined and there was a chilly wind, a front must have been coming in, so I decided to put on a sweatshirt. I stepped back into the house, and pulled my t-shirt off over my head. And that’s when I remembered that Liam was right there in the room with me. It gave me a strange feeling, a rush of –something– as he gawked at me, standing there half-naked in the living room, in my extremely not-sexy utilitarian middle-aged lady bra.

And you know what? I liked that feeling. I liked it a lot. It gave me a rush, not unlike champagne, a beverage that I hadn’t had in years. I decided to run with it.

I may not be a beauty queen, and skinny isn’t even in it, but I do have big tits. And I flaunted them as I walked across the living room into my bedroom, leaving the door wide open. I made a big show of bending over the dresser, opening one drawer after another, rifling through to find just the right sweatshirt. When I stood up again, Liam was actively staring, his mouth hanging open a little. It was adorable, and it made me feel hot.

“Well,” I said, not quite believing how bold I was being, but relishing the attention from this delectable young man. “Well, do you want to see them?”

He didn’t answer. I took that as a ‘yes’. I reached behind my back and unsnapped the clasp, setting the girls free. Liam stared in a way that I found most gratifying.

“What, you’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before?”

“Uh,” he gulped. “Not, um, like this.”

I was a little taken aback. “Really? And how old are you?”

He gulped again. “Nineteen.” He was blushing hard. That was not all that was hard. I noticed the bulge in the front of his jeans, and I suddenly became aware that things were quite wet and squishy between my legs.

“Would you like to touch them?” I swiveled my torso slightly, making my tits jiggle from side to side. I had never felt so sexy in all my life.

He approached me, and cupped my breasts in his warm, sweaty hands. My nipples stiffened and stood out like big pink over-sized pencil erasers. I moaned. Mostly, but not entirely for his benefit.

“Come closer,” I said, and he eagerly did so. I could feel his hardness pressed up against me, and it was delicious. “Do you mean to tell me you’ve never even fooled around with a girl?”

“Uh no,” he stammered, still clutching my tits like they were in danger of evaporating right out of his hands. “Just, you know, porn and stuff.”

I’d never looked at porn. I made a mental note to investigate further.

I turned him around, as if I were teaching him to dance. Now he was backed up against the side of my bed. I reached down and fumbled with the fly of his jeans. This was trickier than I’d imagined, but I got it open, and tugged his pants halfway down. The tip of his penis was already peeking out the waistband of his underpants. I couldn’t recall ever being so excited. Or so wet. I pulled his underwear down, freeing up his package. His cock nearly swatted me in the face as it sprung to attention.

I hadn’t seen a lot of cocks in my life, not up-close and personal. As a matter of fact, I had only ever seen two (or really, one-and-a-half) hard adult penises. One was my husband’s, and the other in a dark backseat in the summer of my junior year in high school, a few months before I went on my first date with my husband. This one looked much nicer, and bigger: thicker, longer, altogether more appetizing, than either of them.

I got down on my knees in front of him. From upstairs came the sounds of Mario Bros.

I wanted that delicious-looking cock in my mouth. And in certain other places as well.

I wanted to devour that thing. It was hot, physically hot. I loved everything about it, the hardness, the texture, the shape, the taste. I loved his hairy, dangling balls, and his swollen purple crown, and everything in between. I held the shaft between the two palms of my hands, as if I were praying, and stuck out my tongue, licking the underside of it from the base all the way up to the tippy top, as if his cock were a big delicious popsicle.

He squealed –he actually squealed, it was too cute!!– and his dick twitched, and he shot off all over me. His spunk hit me in the face, all over my cheek and nose and into my mouth, and spattered onto my neck and my tits. It was quite impressive. And delicious. I felt powerful and sexy. I liked this. I liked it a lot.

I think we both became suddenly very aware that our position was… awkward. Rick might wander downstairs at any moment, and there we were, and my bedroom door was wide open…

We got dressed and cleaned up very quickly, and went out to my car. The drive over to Liam’s house was mostly silent. He seemed embarrassed. Mortified, even. I, on the other hand, was so turned on I could hardly sit still. I just hoped he wasn’t grossed out about fooling around with a lady three times his age, that he wasn’t bothered by my non-skinny body.

I guess I needn’t have worried. As we pulled up to his house, Liam stammered, “I’m sorry… I got overexcited there. It’s just… you’re so beautiful and sexy… and I’ve never…”

I grinned, and blew out a heavy breath of relief. He didn’t think I was old and ugly! “You’ve really never…” I asked coquettishly.

He shook his head ‘No’.

“Well you should! Soon!”

*

I masturbated for the first time that night, and gave myself my very first orgasm. I had to look up how to do it on a video (ok, several), but in the end it was quite easy, especially since I was already so exceedingly turned-on. I just replayed the events of that afternoon in my mind’s eye and let my fingers do the walking.

I thought I might go for two, but I was exhausted and delirious, and a little bit sore, so I just drifted off to sleep. I think it was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had in my life.

*

The next day, Rick told me that Liam was coming over to study again, and asked if I’d mind giving him a ride home once again? Was he looking at me funny? I caught myself blushing as I assured him that it would be no problem at all.

After the boys were done studying (or ‘studying’: I was paying for those classes, and Rick had better pass them!), Liam came down and I gave him a ride back to his house.

Once again the car ride was silent, but this time in an entirely different way: the sexual tension was thick and electric between us. I was wet, I’d been wet all day in anticipation, but as soon as Liam got into the car with me, I was drenched. He was hard too. The shape of his erection, masked by his jeans and the seat belt, drove me crazy the whole ride.

As we turned onto his block, Liam seemed to muster his courage. “Mrs. S., I jerked off to you last night.”

I put my hand on his thigh, and he jumped a little. Have I used the word ‘adorable’ lately? “I did too.”

“My parents aren’t home.”

Oh my God, I’m in high school again!

“Well,” I said, “we should take advantage of that fact, shouldn’t we?”

We went hand-in-hand into his bedroom. It was very much a teenage boy’s bedroom: posters on the wall, dirty laundry on the floor, bed conspicuously unmade. I did not care.

We tumbled onto his unmade bed, me on top, and started kissing. It was sweet kissing him, and I liked how passionately he kissed me back, and I loved feeling him squirm underneath me, but I was impatient.

I broke off our kiss. “I want to see you naked.”

I really did. I wanted to see his body, every inch of it. He was so young, so male, so… yummy!

“I want to see you too!” and he said it with such intensity that I glowed.

I’d debated for a long time about what to wear. It’s not as if I owned any sexy lingerie. In the end, I just wore what I always wear: comfy jeans, oversized t-shirt, boring old lady bra and panties. I might have felt self-conscious as I stripped, but I was too busy watching him get undressed to feel anything but lust.

We lay down naked on the bed together, and I let my hands freely wander his beautiful body. I explored all over, from his thighs up to his ears, but I was inexorably drawn to his hard cock. It felt amazing to hold it and to stroke it, so rigid and urgent in my hands. I wanted to eat him up.

I slid down his body, trying not to hurry, and mostly failing, licking and kissing my way down toward the object of my desire, his beautiful erect cock. I opened my mouth wide and did my best to swallow it whole. It felt amazing in my mouth, so sexy; big and hard and slightly dangerous, like a wild animal, thrusting and humping back against my lascivious oral attentions.

Believe it or not, my husband had never asked me to suck his cock. I think he thought it was dirty or something.

I didn’t want him to come in my mouth. Not because I didn’t want him to come in my mouth; but because I wanted to feel his cock inside me, and I really wanted him to come in my cunt. (I can’t believe I actually used that word, even silently and in my own head!)

I got acquainted with his balls, licking his crinkled hairy sac, taking each of his nuts between my lips in turn while he squirmed and squealed. I even explored between his buns, licking all around and even pressing my tongue right up against his tight, puckered asshole. He certainly seemed to enjoy that! All the time, I alternated between playing with my own wet pussy, and stroking his cock.

“Mrs. S.,” he finally whispered, “Are we going to… fuck?”

Just hearing him say that word made my clitoris swell and throb, and I felt like I was gushing forth from between my legs, a veritable fountain of sex juice.

“Oh yes.”

“Could I, um, could I lick your pussy a little bit first?”

“By all means!” I said, rolling over onto my back and spreading my legs wide apart.

What he did down there felt nice and all, but what really made me hot was the visual aspect: seeing this beautiful naked young man between my thighs, licking eagerly at my kitty. I put my hand in his hair and ground him into my crotch, and he moaned in the most satisfactory way! His licking might even have made me come, if I had let him do it for very long, but I was impatient.

I squirmed away from him, and kissed his lips. They tasted like pussy, my pussy! I was so hot I felt like I was going to explode. “I need you inside me, now!” I told him.

He lay flat on his back, and I straddled him. I grabbed hold of his erection, and took aim, before slowly lowering myself onto his hard cock.

His cock wasn’t huge; now that I’ve seen a lot more, I’ve seen bigger. I’ve seen smaller, too. I think my favorites are the ones that have a lot of curve, arched like a longbow; but honestly I love them all. But that afternoon, his was the biggest thing I’d ever had inside me (aside from childbirth), and it took my body a moment to adjust.

But just a moment. It felt amazing! Just as good as his cock inside me though was the look on his face, gazing up at me, as I bounced up and down on his rigid pole. He came almost right away of course, and I was thrilled to feel his cock swell up and twitch, his semen squirting up inside me, filling me up and leaking out. I had never ever felt so sexy, ever in my life! I was the Queen of Sex!

He stayed hard (as young fellows sometimes do, so I’ve learned), and I was able to grind out an orgasm (my second ever!!) riding on his hard young cock, grinding my clitoris up against his pubes. It was good, but even better was the orgasm I gave myself a little while later, lying in the bed next to him while he jerked off, his eyes alternating between my breasts, jiggling as I masturbated, and my pussy, his semen co-mingled with my juices still leaking out from between my fat lips as I rubbed my swollen clitoris for him. We came more or less together, and though he produced much less this time, he assured me it was one of the best he’d ever had.

“Wow Mrs. S”, he said. “Just…. Wow.”

*

I will never, ever, ever get tired of popping a guy’s cherry. I love the look in their eyes, the ‘I can’t believe this is really happening’ look. I love the eagerness, the noises they make, the way their body thrusts involuntarily as the virgin cock disappears deep into my warm, wet, slippery hole. I love being filled up with horny, hard young cock, so excited to be inside me that he explodes almost right away, filling my horny cunt up to overflowing with hot, sticky delicious semen. I don’t usually come right then and there; but later on, replaying the scene in full color slow motion in my head, while I press one of my fancy newly-acquired vibrators against my throbbing clit, sometimes with a glass plug up my ass– that is when I come, so fucking hard, over and over again.

Better late than never, I suppose.

END

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Anne Greesley

October 14, 2025 at 1:04 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , ,

I wasn’t really paying any attention to what Mr. Greensward was saying. I was checking out his bulge, trying to picture what he had going on inside those khaki pants. Whatever he had going on in there, I bet it was pretty nice, and I bet I’d love to get my hands on it!

Mr, Greensward was the best teacher in the school. He was smart, kind, funny, patient, and hot as fuck. I had a crush on him. All the girls in my class had a crush on him. Hell, half the boys probably did too.

I hadn’t even realized that he had called on me. “Um, I’m sorry Mr. Greensward. I wasn’t paying attention.”

He smiled. My face flushed red and my nipples stiffened. “That’s ok. Anne, how about you? Can you explain to the class the significance of the Comstock Act of 1873?”

Anne smiled nastily. She was blonde, and was prettier, and had bigger boobs, than me. And she’d been paying attention. “Well, it prohibited the Post Office from mailing obscene, lewd, or lascivious items…” she simpered. She actually fucking simpered. The bitch.

After the final bell rang, I stopped by Mr. Greensward’s classroom. He was sitting behind his desk, going through a stack of papers. He looked adorable there, with his reading glasses on. I tapped lightly on the door and stepped into the room. He barely looked up.

“Mister G,” I felt my face going all red again, “I wanted to apologize for not paying attention today in class. You’re such a good teacher, and I really admire you and I want to do good work for you….” I trailed off stupidly.

He finally looked up from his papers. He peered over his glasses and looked at me for a long minute.

“So what you’re saying,” he said at last, “Is that you want to suck my dick?”

I couldn’t believe he had just said that. I mean, he had said it very slowly and clearly, enunciating every word. But I still couldn’t process what it meant. I must have hallucinated it, some weird horny Freudian mindslip.

“Wha- What?” I stammered.

He took his glasses off and huffed with exasperated annoyance. “I think you heard me just fine Miss. Unless your deaf as well as stupid and ugly? Show me your tits!”

Oh my God. I felt like I was dying of humiliation. And my cunt was instantly soaked. I felt his eyes burning into me, practically searing my flesh, as I unbuttoned my blouse and wriggled out of my bra.

“Huh. Not too bad, I guess.” Really? I was proud of my boobs. They weren’t huge, but I thought they were pretty nice, one of my better features. “You should look into getting them enlarged. Now do you want to suck my cock or not? I don’t have all day. I have a date later on, so get to it.”

He pushed back his chair and stood up, undoing his belt and letting his trousers and underwear drop. His cock dangled thickly in my face.

It was the first one I’d ever seen, in person anyway, not in porn, and I thought it looked delicious! I wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it, but I couldn’t wait to get that thing into my mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” Mr. Greensward snapped. “Sometime today please? I told you I’m busy. And someone could walk in at any time, you don’t want to get caught with a dick in your mouth, do you slut?”

This was so very not the kind, patient Mr. Greensward I knew from class. But holy shit, it made me hot.

I got down on my knees, my breasts hanging out like a pair of udders, and started in. I did my best: kissing and licking all up and down his thick, sweat-salty penis, and I was quickly rewarded as it stiffened and grew, standing straight up like a spear. It wasn’t as big as the one’s I’d seen in porn, but I thought it was plenty big. And beautiful too, with a big purple crown straining eagerly at my lips.

I opened my mouth and tried to swallow him whole. There was way too much of him. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved my head down on his cock, and I choked, gagging and struggling. I couldn’t breathe, and I panicked. When he finally relented, I threw up a little.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Mr. Greensward said, sounding disgusted. “Really, that’s the best you can do? I thought a skank like you would know how to suck dick properly. Stay like that, I’m just going to jerk off into your mouth.

I knelt before him, like a girl about to receive communion, tits out and mouth wide open, tongue extended, as he jerked his big cock inches from my face. His big fat balls jiggled in time. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on! When he finally came, he missed my mouth entirely, spraying semen all over my face where it got into my eyes and stung.

He was already zipping up. “You need to work on that. C minus, at best. Practice sucking your dildo.” he looked at me. “You don’t have one? God you’re pathetic. Get one. That’s your homework. Get one, and learn to suck it properly.”

“Yes sir.”

“My house. Wednesday, 8pm. Don’t fucking be late.” He picked up his papers and left me there, still kneeling topless by his desk, face covered in sticky bitter white semen, shaking with shock, frustration, and lust.

*
In class the next day, Mr. Greensward was normal as fuck. Kind, patient, smart. I almost couldn’t bear to look at him. He called on me though, and for once I had been paying attention, and I knew the answer. Anne Greesley gave me a look full of searing hatred. Mr. Greensward smiled, and I felt my pussy gush in response.

The sex toy store was super creepy and smelled like bleach, and it felt like everyone in it was staring at me. I selected the least enormous dildo they had, and paid for it in cash. “Have fun,” the clerk smirked.

I didn’t even try putting it in my pussy (though I will admit I was tempted), but by Wednesday evening, I felt a little more confident about having a phallus in my mouth.

When I arrived at Mr. Greensward’s house, right at eight, the front door was open a crack, so knocked and went in.

He was sitting on a stool at his kitchen island doing something with a precision scale, filling little plastic bags with white powder.

I’m not stupid. I kept my mouth shut tight.

He barely even looked up. “Living room. Big fucking stack of papers, need grading. Red pen in the drawer.”

“Yes, Mr. Gr—”

He cut me off, still not even looking in my direction. “And make sure Anne Greesley gets an A. She deserves it. She’s way smarter than you.”

For the next hour and a half, I discovered the tedium that is grading papers. I used the red pen liberally. Gave myself an A, because fuck you Mr. Greensward. I gave Anne an A-, though by all rights it would have been a C+ paper. At best.

Finally, Mr. Greensward came in. He was wearing jeans and a white undershirt, and he looked good enough to eat.

“Jesus, took you long enough.” he wiped his nose. “Get your clothes off.”

I felt incredibly self conscious undressing as he stood, silently watching me. I pulled off my shirt, unhooked my bra, slid my bra and panties down as he observed.

“Huh, could be worse I guess,” he said. “Obviously you need to lose some weight. Get those tits worked on. And for fuck’s sake, shave your cunt. That’s disgusting. You know, there’s a surgical procedure they do, labia tucks. You should look into that.”

For all that though, I could see his dick straining inside his jeans. So at least I was doing something right.

“So do you want to suck my dick, or what?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed eagerly, “I’ve been practicing and everything!”

He slapped me hard across the face. “You want it? Beg for it, skank!”

It took me a minute or two to be able to speak. My left cheek felt like it was on fire, and tears streamed from my eyes. I gathered my self together, knelt down “Please sir, please be kind enough to let me suck your big beautiful dick, Sir!”

He grabbed me by the nose and twisted, hard. I screamed and struggled, but he was merciless. I saw stars, white lights dancing in front of my eyes. “Like you fucking mean it, cunt!”

When he finally let go, I was sobbing. I could taste the tangy iron of the blood running out of my nostrils and into my mouth. I grovelled on the floor in front of him. “Please, please Sir, please let me suck it,” I begged, meaning every single word with all my being. “You have the most beautiful cock sir, please let me take it in your mouth, I’ll make you feel so good! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

He unbuttoned his jeans and sat down on the couch, he dick pointing straight up at the ceiling. I wasn’t lying: it was a thing of beauty, and I did want it, very badly.

“DON’T get blood on my couch!” he barked, “wipe your fucking nose!”

My nose was extremely tender and felt swollen. My face still smarted from his open-hand slap. I got most of the blood off with a kleenex. Then I got down on my knees and got serious about worshiping his cock.

I’d watched a lot of blowjob porn with my new dildo over the last couple days. I started slow, kissing it tenderly, from the purple crown, down the underside, along the thick vein, down to his pendulous ball sac.

He rolled over onto his side. “My ass,” he commanded. When I hesitated, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked hard.

It wasn’t that I was hesitant to do it, I just hadn’t really understood what he wanted. Now I knew. He held his butt cheeks wide open for me as I licked and kissed all around his puckered anus, tasting the earthy, maleness, teasing my tongue into the tight star of his opening. I was in heaven. He certainly seemed to be enjoying it as well. Finally though, he pushed me away and rolled over, shoving his erection in my face.

“Now suck it bitch, suck it like you mean it!”

This time I was ready. I took hold of the shaft in one hand, so I could control the depth and jerk him off at the same time. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed him, taking about a third of his length into my mouth, as much as I could without gagging. I swirled my tongue all around the crown, concentrating on the underside, just below the tip, that sensitive spot where the two lobes of the head met. My hand never stopped moving.

“Finger my ass!” he moaned. He moaned!! I felt a flush of pride! I was doing it right! With my free hand I reached around and pressed my finger into his wet asshole.

He started furiously humping my face. I was all I could do not to choke on his cock, but he was already coming.

“Oh fuck yes! Anne, you filthy little cocksucker!” I felt his penis swell and squirt, and suddenly my mouth was flooded with viscous salty-bitter semen. I stayed with him, swallowing every drop as his cock slowly softened, and his thrusting became less urgent. Finally, his much reduced penis fell out of my mouth with a plop.

Despite myself, I grinned.

“Not too bad,” he grunted. “Needs work. Make me last longer next time.” He was pulling up his pants, tucking his delicious cock away out of sight.

“Listen,” he said. “I have a job for you. It’s pretty simple, I don’t think even you can fuck it up. Take this package,” he handed me a small cardboard box, wrapped in brown paper and taped shut, “Over to Ms. Manly’s house. Here’s the address. She’ll give you an envelope. Bring it back to me. Don’t fuck around.”

I took the box from him.

“Well get dressed! Get the fuck out of here! Sheesh, while we’re still young?!”

“Oh,” he added when I was clothed again and headed out his front door. My nose had started to bleed again, just a trickle, and I could still taste his semen in my mouth. “After you get the envelope, ask her if there’s anything else you can do for her. Don’t forget. And don’t take too long coming back here!”

**

Ms. Manly was our math teacher. She was tall, skinny, gray-haired, and rather severe. For all that, she was a pretty good teacher. She was strict, but not mean. If I hadn’t hated algebra so much, I might even have liked her.

Her house wasn’t far, five or six blocks. It had gotten dark and it was cold out. I didn’t have a coat, and the cold breeze made my eyes cry. The stars were bright and beautiful in the sky above me.

I nervously rang the doorbell when I got to Ms, Manly’s place. A long moment later she answered the door, dressed in a black silk kimono and bunny slippers. She raised an eyebrow archly at me.

“Oh, you must be Ted’s new girl. Huh, you’re not really his usual type. Come in, come in! You must be freezing!”

She looked different out of the classroom. Not just the clothes. She seemed warmer, less severe. Her hair was down, a cascade of grey curls. She was, I realized belatedly, quite pretty.

I handed her the package, and she gave me a fat, sealed envelope off her coffee table.

There was a brief, awkward silence. We both spoke at the same time.

“I should go,” I said. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. We both laughed nervously.

Then I remembered what Mr. Greensward had said.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Manly?”

She paused. “Why yes, I think there is. And when you’re here, call me Mary.”

I followed her into her bedroom. I’d seen enough porn to have a pretty good idea what she had in mind. Sure enough, there was a porn playing on the big flatscreen next to her bed. Two heavily muscled naked black guys were wrestling and making out. There was a large, iridescent green and blue vibrator or dildo shaped vaguely like a cuttlefish on the sheets, and a large plastic bin full of sex toys next to the bed. She stepped out of the bunny slippers and let the kimono fall to the floor.

I’m not very good at guessing ages: she must have been… 40? 50? Anyway, she was lithe and slender with just a little belly, perfectly shaped small boobs, and her graying pubic hair was shaped like an exclamation point. Her eyes flashed mischievously.

She lay down on the bed, slipping a pillow under her butt and spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was wet, swollen, slick and excited. Her clit bulged out eagerly. “Take off your shirt,” she said. “I want to see your tits.”

I did as instructed, feeling only a little self-conscious about her ogling my bare chest, and I eagerly climbed onto the bed and in between her thighs.

I may not have known much about sucking cock, but this was an area where I had some practice and expertise. In my little circle of friends, I was known as The Champ.

As much as I wanted to dive in and bury my face in her wet pussy, I resisted. I slipped both hands under her ass, and ran the tip of my tongue up, down, all around the outside of her drooling pussy, making her moan in an incredibly satisfying way.

“Lick it, you tease! Please, please, please lick it!”

That’s what I wanted to hear! Her cunt was drenched, absolutely sopping wet. I flicked my tongue against her swollen clit, licking it lick a kitten lapping up milk. I let my fingers explore inside her pussy, finger fucking her. I let a fingertip brush against her asshole, and she groaned loudly, arching her back, so I indulged her and let it slip up inside her tight hole. All the while I kept flicking the tip of my tongue up against her clitoris, steady as a metronome. I couldn’t breathe, but that was OK. I could tell this wasn’t going to take long.

“Oh… oh… oh… oh…!”

My fingers were moving inside her ass and her cunt, my tongue kept flicking at her clit. I needed air, but I knew she was right on the edge.

“Oh, FUCK!!!”

She came hard, squeezing my head between her strong thighs, mashing her vulva up against my face, hands convulsing in my hair. I couldn’t believe how wet she was, it was all over my face!

When she finally released me, she was silent, breathing hard as if stunned. On the screen, the two black guys were furiously butt-fucking. It was pretty hot. I realized that, between one thing and another this evening, I was pretty fucking wet myself.

After we had both caught our breath, Ms. Manly sat up on her elbows. She looked almost as if she were… blushing? “That was amazing!” she said. “Would you like me to reciprocate?”

I did. I really did. And I thought I had seen a dildo attached to a harness in her bin of toys, and I was very interested to learn more about that. But then I thought of Mr. Greensward, waiting impatiently for me back at his house.

“Maybe next time,” I said.

*
Back at Mr. Greensward’s house, he was busy grading papers, a task he swiftly unloaded on me. He took Ms. Manly’s envelope without comment.

“So,” he said when I brought him the stack of freshly graded papers, pathetically eager to please. “I suppose you want me to fuck you?

I nodded. Oh boy, did I ever!

“I’ll do it,” he said. “If you can get me Anne Greesley’s phone number.”

Well, it just so happened that I had her number in my contacts.

He took it, and sent a text. We went to his bedroom. His bed had red sateen sheets, and there was a lava lamp on the bedside table.

“Disrobe.”

I did what he said.

“I thought I told you to shave that thing. Ugh, lay down on the bed. I’m gonna need a snort for this. Don’t move.”

I tried to stay still, but I was all aquiver. My clit felt like an overinflated balloon ready to burst, and could tell my pussy was really really wet. I was about to lose my cherry, and the man soon to be taking my V-card was none other than Mr. Greensward! I couldn’t decide which version of him turned me on more: the kind, patient man I knew from class, or the sneering, snide, abusive guy he was after school.

He came back into the bedroom, naked, wiping his nose. He was naked, and his cock jutted out like a spear.

“P-please be gentle,” I said.

He barked like a hyena. “Gentle? Gentle? You fucking little skank, you’ve fucked all the guys at school already, half of the teachers too. Fuck no, I’m not going to be gentle!”

He rolled a condom onto his cock. “Spread your legs. Wider. Wider. That’s it. Ready? Get ready!”

I was so very ready! He skewered me with on brutal thrust. It hurt, but not as much as I’d expected. Once he was all the way inside, I felt so full, so complete, so incredibly sexy. I wrapped my legs around his back as he humped me.

I could almost have come that way. Almost, but not quite. He didn’t last very long, which was probably for the best, because my poor tender pussy was not used to this kind of a workout.

Grunting “You slut, you fucking worthless little slut,” I felt him twitch as he came. I felt a surge of emotion as he pulled his cock out of me, leaving me hollow and empty.

He rolled the condom off and held it up over my open mouth. “Drink,” he commanded, and I did, savoring the salty-bitter semen that dribbled onto my tongue.

I realized that I was weeping. It wasn’t that I was sad, or even upset really; actually I was still super turned-on. I think it was just the enormity of the emotion washing over me.

“If you’re going to cry, do it the fuck outside!” he bundled me naked out his door into the cold night, and tossed my clothes in a wad after me, slamming the door.

I got dressed and made my way home, where I masturbated in the comfort of my own bed. I would masturbate to that night for years to come.

*
He was still the same Mr. Greensward in class: kind, gentle, patient, funny. It really threw me for a loop, I couldn’t quite wrap my head around him. And yet, between my thighs, my sore and battered pussy drooled. I wanted him.

As I gathered my things at the end of class, he called me up to his desk.

“My house. Eight O’clock.” I was dismissed.

When I arrived at his place, promptly at eight, something felt different. The door was open a crack, so I went right in. I heard noises from the bedroom.

Anne Greesley was sitting on the edge of his bed, those slippery red sateen sheets, wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and matching thong panties. She had her hands on Mr. Greensward’s ass, and a mouthful of his cock.

He looked over at me, and grinned.

“Now this is how you suck cock! Take notes, skank, you might learn something useful.” he caressed Anne’s long blonde hair. “Mmm, don’t make me come yet babe. I want to fuck your sweet little pussy. And then we’re gonna fuck this one up the ass.”

Anne came up for air, drooling. She looked at me, gloating, with the nastiest, meanest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. “Doesn’t he have the yummiest cock ever?” she simpered. She unhooked her bra, setting her big breasts free, cupping them in her hands to display them for the benefit of me and Mr. Greensward. They really were pretty nice.

I had a sudden vision of her, aged forty or so, with tired, fried hair, wrinkles on her face, bad cosmetic surgery, and sagging tits. It wasn’t hard to picture.

“I need a snort,” Mr. Greensward said. “You, get Anne nice and wet and slippery for me. You know what to do, slut. But don’t make her come! I’ll be right back.”

Yeah, I knew what to do. And no, I wasn’t about to make her come.”

Grinning wickedly, Anne pulled off her skimpy panties and lay back on the bed. Her pussy was shaved bare, and was already pretty wet.

I did as I was told, crawling in between Anne’s spread thighs and licking her juicy twat. As soon as I was down there, she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled hard, jamming my face into her cunt. Fortunately I had taken a big breath of air. She was really fucking wet. I licked her pussy, doing my best to avoid her clit. Despite myself I was getting extremely turned on. Mr. Greensward was going to fuck my ass!

“She’s not doing it right,” Anne whined. “She’s doing it wrong on purpose!”

“Stupid cunt!” Mr. Greensward grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me bodily off the bed. I fell sprawling onto his bedroom floor as he climbed onto the bed where Anne was waiting eagerly for him, fingering her extremely wet pussy in eager anticipation. “Watch this!”

He slid his cock up inside her, and she cooed. I swear to God, she cooed, leering at me and sticking her tongue out.

It was really sexy to watch, like porn only in person. His big hard dick, covered in her pussy juice, sliding in and out. She squealed fakely with every thrust, her feet up in the air, wiggling her toes.

I noticed Mr. Greensward’s wallet sitting on the dresser. Turning away from their vigorous fornication, I opened it up and extracted his ATM card, and left them to finish what they were doing.

Down at the bank, I guessed his PIN in one try: ANNE = 2663. I checked the balance in his checking account, and saw more money there than I had even imagined possible. Certainly way more money than any teacher should have in the bank. The guy was literally a millionaire.

Feeling like a sneak thief, I took the maximum amount possible out and stuffed it in my pants pocket. It was more money than I’d ever had in my life. I walked back to Mr. Greensward’s place, planning to put the card back where I’d found it, and hopefully to lose the virginity of my asshole.

When I got to his block, there were flashing blue and red lights everywhere. His house was surrounded by cop cars. There was even a helicopter, and a news crew.

I turned around and walked off into the night. I was still horny. I wondered if Ms. Manly was home.

END

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Miracle Ranch

May 14, 2025 at 9:42 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , ,

The girl in the next stall was sobbing piteously. It grated on my ears. What did she have to cry about? She’d only just gotten here.

I shifted in my restraints. It’s not like the stalls were particularly uncomfortable. There was hay on the floor, and padding in all the right places. I was bent over, with my midsection and wrists locked into a wooden stocks, a spreader bar at my ankles keeping my legs wide apart. The stocks bore most of my weight. My tits hung down like a pair of udders. Which, I suppose, is exactly what they were, because all day long they were connected to a milking machine that constantly sucked and tugged at them. My poor nipples were distended, red and angry, and so very sensitive that at night, sometimes, I could orgasm just by playing with them. That, of course, might earn me a beating if I were caught. Or it might get my pussy licked. It all depended on the overseer.

There was a muffled shout, a smack-crack, and a stifled scream, suddenly cut off. Then the sobbing turned into a muted sniffling. The overseers don’t like crying. It disturbs the studs.

We were in the stalls, I don’t know, 8, 10, 12 hours a day; hooked up to the milking machines, and available for the studs to use. All that suction on my breasts, all day every day, and not one drop of milk. Worse yet, though I got fucked on a fairly regular basis, I still hadn’t gotten pregnant.

I’d been in the barn for three months, more or less. Hard to say exactly, one loses track of days. But I’d had my bleeding time twice since I’d been here, and I could tell from the slight bloating and cramping inside my gut that it was coming on again.

Girls don’t last more than three months here. I don’t know what happens to them. They get hauled away, often times sobbing and fighting, and they are never heard from again. I don’t want to find out. But I may not have any choice.

The sound of the milking machine is hypnotic. It would put me to sleep, but the constant tugging at my nipples keeps me aroused. I think I can still hear the girl next door softly crying, but I can tune it out.

I just wish somebody would come and fuck me! Oh My God. Aside from the very real problem of needing to get pregnant ASAP, my cunt really needs some cock in it, in a bad way! It’s been a few days, and the last guy was… disappointing. He felt like he was on the small side, and he sure didn’t last very long! It barely even started before he was finished. Sometimes a mediocre fuck is worse than not getting fucked at all.

The slave boy was coming through with his brush, slapping a mix of lube and hormones onto the arrayed cunts. The hormones were supposed to make us more fertile, the lube… well, obviously it kept us ready for any passing stud. The boy was a eunuch, he had no interest in our cunts at all. When he came to my stall, the slap of the wet brush against my ravenous pussy made my clit swell and ache. I’d heard the boy could be bribed, and that a little concerted action from that brush of his could make a girl come. I believed that!

But it surely wasn’t happening today. One wet slap across my vulva, and he was on to the next stall. Lingering could earn him a beating; get done early and he could sneak in a short nap or a cigarette.

Sometimes I fall asleep in the stalls. Sometimes I don’t even realize when I fall asleep. I’ve woken up before to find some stud fucking my juiced-up cunt. It’s not the worst way to wake up!

I’m not sure if I fell asleep, but I suddenly became aware of someone in the stall with me. The hay rustled behind me under someone’s feet. There was a sharp slap across my ass, then another on the opposite cheek, which sent shivers of anticipation coursing through my body and making my wet pussy drool even more.

They came around the front. This was not unheard of at all. Sometimes the studs either wanted or needed some oral action before they fucked you. But woe to the poor girl who made a stud come with her mouth! At least woe to her if she got caught…

He didn’t look like a typical stud. He was slightly built, slender and somehow feminine. Most of the studs wore t-shirts or went topless, and wore sweat pants, or baggy shorts for easy access. This one was nicely dressed, all black: pants and a button-down shirt. I checked out the prominent bulge in the front of his pants as he looked me over with a sardonic sneer on his angular face.

He grabbed me by the lips, pinching my face, forcing me to look up at him.

“Nice udders,” he sneered. His voice was soft and poisonous. “Look at those big teats, and not one drop of milk. Pity. Such a pretty young thing, and if she don’t get productive fast, it’s the boneyards for sure.”

The stud started to unbutton his trousers. He pulled out his cock, and I gasped aloud: it was huge. It was the biggest I had ever seen, and over the last couple months, I had seen a lot of big dicks. It was hard, black, and shiny. It was also not attached to him. The cock, exquisitely detailed, appeared to have been carved from some dark wood. It was heavily veined, with a flat base and a large bulbous head, and it glistened with oil.

“He” was really a “She”. She had pulled down her pants, and she had a curly brown triangle of pubic hair above plump, meaty lips. She took out a little brass key and inserted it in the side of the wooden cock, and started winding up the clockwork motor inside.

“Cow,” she said. “Make me come with your mouth, and I’ll get the highest sperm count stud in this barn to fuck your cunt, this very afternoon. If you don’t get me off, it’s the boneyards for you, slut.”

She positioned the cock so it was jutting out of her crotch, held loosely in place by the opening of her pants. I could smell her excitement. The thing was fucking huge, far bigger than any cock I’d encountered yet. It was like the size of my forearm. The mechanism inside started to whir and click.

“What are you waiting for, cow? A written invitation? Open wide…”

I obeyed, and she immediately jammed the buzzing wooden cock into my open mouth. I choked and gagged, trying to pull back, but was prevented by the stocks holding my neck and wrists in place. She pulled the cock out and slapped me across the face, hard.

She laughed out loud. I was pretty sure she’d split my lip. “You’ll have to do better than that, Slut. Now suck my dick like you mean it!”

This time when I obediently opened my mouth, she shoved it straight down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I panicked, thrashing against my restraints, which seemed to amuse her no end. She grabbed me by the hair and used my head as leverage, grinding her pussy and clit against the buzzing base of the cock buried in my mouth. I tried to scream, but no sound could get out. I flailed and retched impotently as she gloated “Oh fuck yes, fuck, suck it you fucking little slut…”

I think I passed out a little. The next thing I knew, the wooden cock had been removed from my mouth and I could breath again, and I was shaking, dry-heaving, miserable in my stocks as she smirked down at me.

“What a good little cocksucker you are!” I spat out a mouthful of bile, mixed with blood. My lip had been split wide open. “You made me come so good, you horny little cow! I’m definitely going to use you again! Oh, the fun games we’ll play…! But first, we need to get you laid. Don’t go anywhere now!”

She patted me on the head, like a pet dog, and disappeared out of my line of sight, leaving me to my misery. But not for long.

I heard someone enter the stall behind me. He came around to the front. It was Rupert, one of the studs. I don’t think he’d ever fucked me before. He was short, greasy, with stringy black hair and a bit of a belly. He wore nothing but cut-off sweat pants, tied with a piece of string.

“I hear you suck cock real good,” he said, and without waiting for a response, pulled down his sweat pants, exposing a thick soft cock and fat pair of balls. I painfully opened my mouth, and he fed me his sweaty dick, which I sucked like a thick noodle between my bruised and busted lips. This, at least, was a real, normal cock, and I knew what to do with it.

He swelled, growing hard and big for me. I do take pride in my work! He was large and thick, but not outrageous. Even if I hadn’t been lubed up by the slave boy, my cunt was plenty wet for him.

He pulled his erection out of my mouth, and it bobbed in front of me, glistening wetly with my saliva. I felt a rush of pride and excitement. “I did that!”

It was a nice cock too, now that it was fully erect: big and thick, but not too big; nicely shaped with a slight upward curve and a swollen plum-shaped crown. That thing was going to feel so good inside my hungry pussy!

Of course he didn’t say ‘Thank you’ or anything, or even acknowledge the work I’d done with my sore mouth; that wasn’t his style. He just walked around behind me, around the stocks and outside of my field of vision.

I felt his hands caressing my buttocks, and I purred with horny anticipation, wiggling my rear and straining against the spreader bar to open my legs even wider.

The head of his cock brushed up against my cunt, nudging in between my drooling, ravenous labia, and I moaned out loud. Then it was withdrawn.

He spread my butt cheeks, and I arched my back, inviting him to enter me already.

He nudged forward, and I felt pressure in a place I wasn’t expecting it at all. The head of his cock was pushing up against my anus, pressing hard and harder, insistently trying to enter my asshole.

“No!” I gasped out loud. “No, no not there!”

The pressure on my backside did not let up. He grabbed a fistful of my hair. “What was that? What did you say?”

The word “no” was rarely heard in the barn, and never without consequences. I shut my mouth.

It wasn’t the act itself I was afraid of. I’d had studs stick a finger in my ass before, when they were fucking me, and honestly it felt kind of nice. In other circumstances, I would have been quite willing to give it a go. But I needed, desperately needed, to get pregnant. And this wasn’t going to get me knocked up, no way, no how.

Rupert had a handful of my hair, and he kept pulling as he rudely shoved his dick inside me. Little by little, he slipped inside. The sensation was decidedly odd. It wasn’t painful, not exactly, but it felt… precarious. I wasn’t sure I could take the whole thing, but I knew I had no choice in the matter.

I blew a long slow breath out, willing myself to relax. Rupert grunted, and shoved himself roughly forward. I felt something let go and he slid past the tight ring of muscle, entering me.

I was stretched almost to the breaking point. I needed just a moment to get used to the intrusion, but Rupert just started thrusting away. The sensation was almost more than I could stand. I realized that I was keening wordlessly out loud.

As the initial shock of penetration faded, I slowly realized that this was, if not exactly pleasurable, exceedingly intense and stimulating. If Rupert had just reached down and slipped one finger into my cunt, stroked my clit (some of the studs would do that for you sometimes), I would have come, and come hard while he butt-fucked me. But Rupert wasn’t that type.

He pounded my ass, grunting with each thrust, until he came. Finally, he buried himself all the way in my ass, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. He made a guttaral noise, like a horse whinnying, and he relaxed his grip on my hair. He pulled out, leaving my asshole twitching, tender, and bewildered.

Rupert slapped my hard across each cheek, leaving red hand prints, I’m sure, and said something I couldn’t quite make out, “That’ll …. stupid cow”, followed by a throaty chuckle. Then I was alone again, his sperm leaking out of my anus and dribbling useless onto the hay below.

God damn it! What a fucking waste.

Then, without any warning, I felt another pair of hands on my hips. I hadn’t even heard him enter the stall. Suddenly another cock was probing my vagina, entering me. This one was quite a bit bigger, and despite my copious wetness, it took some maneuvering. I was fucked, hard, fast, and deep, stretching my pussy and filling me to overflowing with fresh semen. And after that, another. And another. And another. My cunt was raw and tender, my clit bulged out like a tiny cock, come ran down my thighs in thick sticky rivers. And still they came. I’m pretty sure there weren’t that many studs in the barn; either some of them were doing double duty, or some of the hired help and stable hands were joining in the fun. It didn’t matter: I loved it.

One of them jammed at least one, probably more, fingers up my poor, tender, freshly fucked asshole. I howled.

Another stud graciously reached around, rubbing my sensitive clit while he fucked my overstimulated pussy, and I immediately came, waves of grateful bliss as the orgasm rocking through my body, setting him off so he came along with me, riding the contractions of my climax as my pussy milked his cock.

There were more after that. I really have no idea how many. It was a good thing I was locked into the stocks, because I would have collapsed long before they were done. As it was, I managed to stay conscious for them all, bleating like a whore, taking each and every cock and doing my best to give it all the pleasure I could mete out.

Finally there were no more. I was panting, drooling, stupidly exhausted. She came up to me, the woman in black. She slipped two fingers into my mouth, past my swollen, busted lip; and I sucked them like a little cock. They tasted like pussy.

“Well,” she said. “If you ain’t knocked up by now, I’ll eat my hat!” she withdrew her fingers, and plunged them back down her pants. “We are going to have so much fun together!” she looked at me appraisingly. “Well, at least I am going to have a lot of fun, I’m not so sure about you,” she said. She pulled her fingers out of her pants, sticky with her secretions, and blew me a little kiss. “See you soon.”

I wept, with exhaustion and relief. I wept silently, big fat tears rolling down my cheeks, I knew better than to make noise crying. I wasn’t sad, I was just emotionally carpet-bombed. If my hands had been free, I would have rubbed myself to one orgasm after another, but as it was all I could do was wait. My teats hung down, tender and swollen, like over-ripe fruit on a tree, as the milking machine droned its long monotonous song.

Slowly at first, first from the left one, and then from the right, white fluid started to dribble out of my nipples. At first it was only a few drops, and then it became a steady stream, filling the vacuum lines and splashing down into the glass jug below, steadily filling up the container with sweet, white, life-giving milk.

END

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This Never Happened Before

January 21, 2025 at 8:57 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , ,

You might think that someone like me doesn’t get horny.

But then you would be wrong. When I’m in that kind of a mood (and to be perfectly honest I’m in that kind of a mood much more often than I’m not), I’m hornier than an 18-year old guy. Or a 40-year old housewife. Or really anything in-between.

I’ve tried masturbation. I still do now and then. I even bought one of those industrial-strength plug-in vibrators that some ladies swear by. It felt kind of nice, I guess, but it didn’t take me anywhere and eventually it made my crotch go numb, so it lives on the shelf in my closet gathering dust. Honestly a small glass plug up my butt combined with an electric toothbrush squeezed between my thighs feels much nicer. But it still doesn’t really take me anywhere.

So when I woke up that particular morning it wasn’t incredibly surprising to find that I was in that particular mood, in an urgent, distracting, and borderline painful way. I drank my coffee and watched porn on the internet which, of course, didn’t alleviate the situation at all. Rather, it made it worse.

I like pretty much all kinds of porn, but my favorite is watching trans people fuck.

I looked at the clock, and realized that if I was going to make to work on time I’d better hustle, and then I realized that I really didn’t feel like going to work at all. I hardly ever call in sick, and I have a bunch of PTO saved up, and nothing particular was on the radar that day anyway, so why the fuck not?

I texted my boss.

—hey Ahava, I need to take a personal day today, is that ok?

She got right back to me.

—Ok, no worries. Could you do me one favor tho?

—Sure.

—I’m way behind on employee evals. Could we do yours really quick this morning, just by Zoom?

—No prob.

Ahava is a great boss. And cute as hell too. I’ve had a little crush on her, like forever.

While I waited for Ahava to send me the meeting link, I opened the app (you know, that app..), and started browsing. As always, guys outnumbered women by at least five to one, but that was ok because this particular morning I was most definitely in the mood for some dick.

The pickings were slim, but when are they not? An automatic pass on any dude wearing a MAGA hat, or carrying a gun (seriously dudes, you think a picture of yourself packing heat on a dating app is going to get you laid??). And the empty profiles and the pictures of dudes with fish, and the guys who look really old but say they’re young, and the guys who look really young but say they’re older, and they guys who’s photos are obviously fake, and the ones who look too much like serial killers…… holy cats, a person could get blisters swiping left so much!

The link for the meeting came through and I clicked on it, and there was Ahava, sitting behind her desk at the office, looking absolutely adorable. I would totally want to fuck her if she wasn’t my boss.

“Thanks for doing this,” she said. “I’m so far behind this year it’s embarrassing. But anyway. You’re a rock star, Delsha. Nothing to worry about. I gave you E’s and S’s on everything. No criticisms, you’re great, I’m just glad to have you on the team.”

“I’m glad to be on the team too,” I said. “You’re an awesome boss.”

“Cool, so if you could just sign the eval sheet and email it back to me, we’re all set. Listen, Delsha… I was wondering if you’d like to hang out sometime, outside of work. You know, hang out…? Maybe tonight?”

Holy fuck, she was blushing.

Ahava was wearing a stretchy black t-shirt, and right now, as she leaned over toward the camera, she was showing off a positively immodest amount of cleavage. There are (at least) two things that I’m a total sucker for in a woman: big tits, and lush curly hair. And Ahava has both those things. And then some!

Banging your boss is one of those things the self-help books are absolutely unanimous about: it’s a really terrible idea.

“I can’t tonight,” I lied blithely. “But yeah, that sounds fun. Sometime we should hang out. Maybe with some of the people from the team, we could get drinks after work some time.”

“That would be great,” Ahava said, sounding both slightly relieved and a little deflated. “Anyway, enjoy your day off! See you tomorrow!”

Well, shit. Maybe I should have taken her up on it.

I went back to scrolling, and I did manage to find one guy who was reasonably cute and local, didn’t give me Russian troll or murderer vibes, and responded to my message within a couple minutes. We agreed to meet up at the Crazy Lady coffee shop in thirty minutes. That left me just time to shower and get dressed.

It’s a funny thing: when I present as female, I love sucking cock. I mean, I love cock, and I love sucking cock at all times, but when I’m dressed up all femme, I instantly crave a hard dick in my mouth. Like my blood sugar is gonna crash if I don’t immediately eat a penis or two. I absolutely cannot get enough. Similarly, when I’m in the mood to get fucked up the ass, I always present as a man. If I want to eat pussy, I can go either way. It’s interesting how strongly perceptions flavor experience.

Sometimes I feel bad for people who only have one gender to play with. They’re missing out.

So anyway, I put on some pretty lace panties (not for him, for me!), a cute little sundress with leggings that I could tuck my tail into, and just enough makeup to look like I hadn’t just rolled out of bed. I fluffed my hair, brushed my teeth, grabbed my Planned Parenthood scarf, and a coat, and headed over to the Crazy Lady.

Oh yeah, the tail. I was born with a tail. It’s about fourteen inches long, smooth and hairless, and it mostly just gets in the way. When I’m really turned on it sort of curls up on itself and gets super sensitive to touch, and not really in a pleasant way. That’s just one reason I generally try to keep my pants on during these encounters.

Down at the Crazy Lady, I got myself a big fat mocha, sat down on a stool by the window, and waited. And waited, and waited. Until it became clear that I had been stood up.

Fortunately, however, all was not lost. While I was waiting for Mr. Tardypants, I noticed a skinny young dude sitting at a booth all by himself, typing into a laptop. He had noticed me right back, and we had made eye contact, and my horny-o-meter had climbed up a couple of notches, straight into the red. When it became clear that my dick date was going to be a no-show, I flashed the guy a sweet little smile. He responded by smiling back and closing his laptop. I escalated by going over to his table and sitting down next to him.

I didn’t ask his name, and he didn’t ask mine. I certainly didn’t ask his age, although I’m pretty sure he was at least a decade younger than me, probably fresh out of college from the looks of him. And the looks of him were pretty darn nice: skinny, well-groomed, neither muscle-bound nor flabby. And he had nice eyes. And nice hands. I wondered what other nice things he had. I intended to find out.

The conversation was mercifully brief, and not too awkward, and culminated in him letting slip the fact that his apartment was just around the corner. That was all I needed to hear. We swept out of the Crazy Lady out onto the sidewalk, where the wind played flirtatiously with my skirt, and my libido went from a smoldering fired to a raging inferno, a fire that was going to need a freaking pumper truck and hose company to put out.

His place really was quite literally just around the corner. We held hands on the way over there, which felt really nice. He was nervous, I could tell, and so was I. But I felt nervous in a really fun, excited way, like being on line for your favorite roller-coaster. Inside my leggings, my tail was doing its damnedest to curl up into a tight little spiral.

Up five flights of stairs. His apartment was cluttered but not terribly messy and didn’t stink of cat litter or cigarette smoke, so that was fine. I had the distinct impression that he did not live here alone (girlfriend? Quite likely.), but I didn’t see anything I wasn’t meant to see, and I certainly didn’t ask any awkward questions.

Once the door closed behind us, I put my arms around his neck, pulled him close to me, and kissed him hard, full on the lips, tongue and everything. My tail had popped out of my tights, and was curled up excitedly under my dress, so when he reached around and grabbed my ass, he didn’t notice anything unusual. And his hands on my ass felt great! Everything felt great, especially his hard cock straining through his pants, rubbing against my crotch.

We kissed a little more (he was very good at it, I am pleased to report) and I let my hands go exploring. I squeezed his sexy little buns, and I rubbed his erect cock through his pants, and then my hands found their way up inside his shirt, and I discovered his hard little nipples, and I got to enjoy pinching and lightly twisting and tugging on them. It was time for that damn shirt to come off, and he obliged me by pulling it right up over his head.

I love guy nipples, at least as much as I like girl’s tits. I think they’re incredibly sexy, and I wish I had a pair. If I can’t have breasts, I’d like to at least have a couple of nipples like Hershey Kisses that I could get pierced and hang thick gold rings from. But nah, my chest is as flat and featureless as a map of North Dakota.

There was a window seat, overlooking the street below, and that is where I herded him over to. It was a sunny day and the curtains were wide open, and anyone who happened to be looking could have seen us. Not that I thought anybody was actually looking, but the idea was exciting.

It took only a minimum of effort to tug down his pants. He was wearing boxer-briefs, black ones, and the head of his dick was peeking out over the waistband. Adorable! His underpants came right off too, and I was treated to a magnificent face-full of grade-A prime dick!

I mentioned that I like dick? Kind of a lot. All shapes and sizes, as they say. But this one was about the nicest I’d ever laid eyes on. It was big and thick, any bigger and it wouldn’t have fit easily into my mouth; circumcised with a big purple mushroom-shaped head. The shaft had a slight arch to it, as if it was so eager for action it couldn’t stand to just be straight, and it was so hard I swear it was quivering. Neatly trimmed pubic hair, and a plump pair of balls to go with it. I knew what I was having for lunch!

He leaned back and let me do my thing. Which was just fine by me. If he’d wanted to explore under my sundress, I most certainly let would have let him, but it might have led to some awkward questions. It’s happened before.

In any event, I took my time, savoring my prize, licking up and down the underside of the shaft, tracing his length and girl with my fingertips, and nuzzling playfully at his testicles. I even explored the tender flesh between his butt cheeks with the tip of my tongue, angling for his anus, but he flinched away, so I let that go.

I opened my mouth and swallowed him whole. It was glorious. He was nice and clean, just a little sweaty, and he tasted delightfully masculine. His cock was perfect for my mouth, like I said, any bigger and it wouldn’t have all fit inside. As it was, I slurped and gobbled greedily. The sounds he was making, and the way his body humped back against my ministrations told me that I could have made him come within about thirty seconds, but hungry as I was, I didn’t want to do that quite yet. I wanted to savor this, just for a little bit.

I let it pop out of my mouth. A long, sweet-sticky strand of pre-come drooled from the swollen head of his cock. I came back up and kissed him hotly, massaging his wet dick with one hand. We kissed for a little while, my hand busy playing with his cock, and then I slid back down his body. I sucked each nipple in turn, making him squirm and moan. This was the most fun I’d had in forever! In weeks anyway. Then it was back down between his legs, where the main course stood up, proud and eager.

I flicked my tongue at the underside of his cock-head, where the two lobes of the glans came together, all the time stroking the length of his dick with my hand. Every time it felt like I was about to push him over the edge, I backed off. I tried again to play with his asshole with my free hand, but I was again rebuffed, so I contented myself with fondling his balls.

I toyed with him like that, balancing him on the knife-edge, bringing him close and then backing off three or four or five times, but it wasn’t long before neither one of us could stand the teasing anymore. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed him whole again, being careful to keep my teeth well out of the way, jerking him off furiously with one hand while I gently squeezed his fat balls. He grabbed me by the hair –not too hard, just hard enough– and fucked my face, which I adore! I couldn’t breathe, but that was OK, it really only took a few seconds anyway, and then he squealed (he squealed!! so cute!) in a truly gratifying way “Fuck Bitch I’m Coming!” and squirted gobs and gobs of thick, bitter-salty semen into my ravenous mouth.

I stayed with him until he started to go soft, and let his cock plop out of my mouth. I like soft cocks too, especially freshly fucked ones, and his was adorable in its reduced state. It was all wet and slick with my saliva, and come was still leaking out the end. I wanted to take it home with me!

He was suddenly kind of awkward. Guys are often like that, if you haven’t noticed. He wasn’t a total douche, and he did make a halfhearted offer to reciprocate, but even if I’d been interested, I could tell he really wasn’t into it. And it was all fine, I’d gotten exactly what I’d come to get. I made my excuses, discretely tucked my tail back into my panties where it belonged, kissed him on the cheek one last time, and saw myself out.

Some days that would have been all I needed. But this wasn’t one of those day. I was still horny as fuck, hornier. When I got back home, I masturbated, running the electric toothbrush up and down, all over the sensitive areas between my legs, and squeezing my thighs together, remembering the recent sensations of that urgently thrusting cock spurting off into my mouth. Of course that didn’t take me anywhere, I knew it wouldn’t, but it did feel really nice. Eventually my arm got tired and I got sore, and my toothbrush was running low on battery, so I quit.

I noticed there was a text message from Ahava on my phone, just a short note saying she hoped I was enjoying my day off.

To hell with it.

So yeah, not fucking your boss is pretty much workplace rule number one. But you know, what are rules if not for breaking? I texted her back and asked if she was still up for hanging out. She responded almost immediately, and sent me her address. We would meet up after she got home from the office.

Usually at work I presented myself as vaguely female, so I decided to switch things up. I kept the pretty lace panties, but I put on a pair of blue jeans, white undershirt, and a flannel shirt over that. I pulled on my cowboy boots, scrubbed off all traces of makeup, brushed down my hair, and felt like a whole new me.

Ahava met me at the front door of her place, a fairly generic but sweet-looking little house on a quiet suburban block. She had a wine glass in hand, and her lips were stained red, and when she opened the door and saw me, her smile was so big and warm that I absolutely melted inside.

“Come in, come in,” she said, and in I came.

Ahava was gorgeous, I’ve always thought so. She’s a bigger girl, but not at all in a bad way. It’s like every bit of her is a curve. I’ve mentioned her breasts, which are big and bouncy, but there is also her ass, thighs, tummy, cheeks… just everything! She has light brown skin, and a little up-turned nose, and brown eyes that sparkle when she says something slightly naughty or off-color at work. Which she does pretty often. She has a huge mop of unruly curly black hair, and a pretty mouth. I wondered what it would be like to watch her sucking somebody’s cock. Pretty hot, I’ll bet.

If she was taken aback at all by my masculine appearance, she didn’t say anything. I’ve never defined myself either way at work, I left the question blank when they hired me, but I do tend to wear feminine clothing, sometimes even a skirt. Right now however, I was feeling distinctly masculine.

I think Ahava was a little drunk. She finished off her wine and offered me a glass, and together we emptied the bottle. I had the distinct impression that she was at least as horny as I was: as we flopped onto her couch and chatted about this, that, and the other thing (but not about gender, boyfriends or girlfriends), she kept pressing herself up against me, and her boob kept brushing up against my chest in a way that made me absolutely melt!

It quickly became a kind of game, to see who could keep the pretense up the longest. I resisted the temptation to crack. I wanted to see how long it would take her to cut to the chase. Not long, it turned out.

There was one of those awkward pauses. Both of our wine glasses were empty, and Ahava was resting her head on my shoulder. I felt the tension building up towards a snapping point.

She seemed to make a decision. She lifted her head off my shoulder and clambered onto me, straddling my lap. Her cleavage was right up in my face as she toyed with the top button of my flannel shirt.

“So listen Delsha,” she said softly. “I would really like you to fuck me now.”

“I’d like to do all kinds of things to you,” I said.

We kissed, and I treated myself to two hands full of her big soft tits.

When the kiss broke off (I’m not sure which one of us stopped first), she very sweetly and shyly suggested that we relocate to her bed. I enthusiastically agreed.

I followed her into her bedroom, watching her butt wiggle in tight black jeans. My heart was racing, and I was consciously trying not to hyperventilate, and if I’d had a pussy it would have been drenched, and if I’d had a cock it would have been bursting out the fly of my jeans.

There was a porn site open on her computer screen. It looked like fairly generic oversized-penis-in-shaved-vagina stuff, but I’m not exactly picky. There was also a large blue dildo/vibrator thingy sitting upright on her bedside table

“Oops,” she giggled. “Must have left that out by mistake.”

By mistake, sure. Ahava seemed to have become an order of magnitude less shy now that we were in the cozy confines of her bedroom. Her shirt came flying off, followed by her bra. Her breasts were just as big and glorious as I’d always imagined. I love the way they shook and swung as she moved. There was an antique iPod on the bedside table, next to the dildo, and she pushed a button, starting up some weird hypnotic eastern-sounding music. I usually prefer my sexytimes without a soundtrack, but I sure wasn’t complaining.

We got up on the bed, and kissed some more. I was very much enjoying her naked breasts, her soft skin. For such big boobs, she had really little nipples, and it was fun to suck one of them into my mouth and make the nipple hard, and then let them flop right out and switch to the other side. It was also fun to grope her ass and pussy through her tight black jeans. I swear I could feel her wetness all the way through the fabric.

She stopped kissing me, and pushed me away for just a second.

“I’m really curious,” she said softly. “I’ve been curious for a really long time, to tell you the truth. I would really like to see you naked now.”

Well, I wasn’t at all sure how this was going to play out, but I wasn’t going to say no either. This definitely had the potential to end poorly. I hadn’t been completely naked, in a room with the lights still on, with another person in…. Well, not ever.

Ahava didn’t wait for me to respond. She unbuttoned my flannel and tossed it aside, and then pulled my white t-shirt awkwardly off over my head. My left arm got stuck for a moment, but we soon dealt with that. She paused to examine my naked upper half: smooth pale skin, no hair, no nipples, no birthmarks, no navel, no nothing. I’ve tried getting tattooed before, but they just wash right out, they never last more than a couple of weeks, and getting them hurts and is expensive, so what’s the point?

She traced her fingertips all the way from the button of my jeans up to the hollow of my throat, and back down again. “Interesting,” was all she said, “Very interesting.”

She unbuttoned my jeans, and I lifted my ass up off the bed to facilitate her pulling them off. I’d already kicked off the cowboy boots. That left my pink lace panties, which she dispatched with a deft tug.

“Oh, that’s not exactly what I expected to find,” she said. At least she wasn’t freaking out.

“I do pee out of it,” I said stupidly.

The playful naughty smile crept back onto her face. “I think I’d like to lick it, would that be ok?”

Now this was definitely uncharted territory. She slid down my body, and, tentatively at first and then more aggressively, started licking the flesh between my thighs, up and down and all around, even flicking her tongue at my urinary organ. It felt really good. Possibly even nicer than my electric toothbrush.

And then she found my tail.

“Oooh my, aren’t you full of surprises?!” she stroked it with her fingertips, dragging her fingers from the base of my spine all the way to the tip of my tail, and the stimulation was overpowering: I shrieked and jumped away, almost falling off the far side of the bed.

“Sorry,” I finally managed to gasp, “You can’t do that. Way too sensitive!”

“Oh…ok,” she said, startled by the intensity of my reaction. “No problem. But what if I just do this?”

She grasped my tail gently but firmly near the base, and went back to licking. I was surprised to discover that if felt really nice. Possibly even the kind of nice that might…

At that point, Ahava came up for air.

“I need for you to fuck me,” she said, fumbling with the closure of her own black jeans. “Like, right now.”

“I don’t think I can,” I gasped. “You see the equipment I’ve got…” I indicated the territory between my thighs.

“Oh, the equipment’s not a problem,” she said, with a full-on smirk. “I’ve got a strap-on!”

She peeled off her tight jeans along with her baby-blue panties, revealing a full dark bush and hips for days. Then she rummaged around under the bed, and came up with a black leather harness attached to a quite sizable and realistic silicone cock.

“I haven’t used it in a while.” She looked at me appraisingly. “It’ll take a bit of adjusting, but the harness should fit you ok.”

She was right. Adjusting the straps and buckles and getting the phallus positioned just right so it stuck out from my groin was awkward and annoying and really quite hilarious.

Ahava was flat on her back on the bed, a pillow under her ass. Her pussy was drooling wide open, and her pink clit bulged boldly out. I slid between her legs to give her a good licking. I love eating pussy almost as much as I love sucking cock. Sometimes more so.

She was very wet. She tasted sexy, clean and slightly tangy and female. I could have licked her sweet pussy all night, or at least until she came all over my face. But she stopped me.

“You can do that later on, if you want to. Right now, I need your cock inside me.”

I’d never really appreciated the fact before, but it’s not necessarily easy being a penis-haver. I suppose they do tend to have more practice with it. I couldn’t seem to direct my dildo exactly where I wanted it to go, it kept veering off in the wrong direction. In the end, she had to reach down and guide it in. Once we had the angle right though, it slipped right in.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”

I did my best, and from what I could tell, my best was pretty good. It was absolutely the most sexy thing I’ve ever seen, the silicone cock sliding in and out of her juicy cunt, her tits shaking with each thrust (and that thrusting is hard work!), her eyes closed and her head lolling back and forth as I fucked her.

She reached over and grabbed the vibrator off the bedside table and pressed it buzzing against her clit. I could feel the vibrations all the way through the dildo and against my own skin. It felt great!

“Oh Shit Delsha, I’m going to fucking come!”

My glutes were screaming at me. I willed myself to keep humping her pussy as hard as I could. Sweat was dripping off my face. I reached under her, my finger found her anus and pressed hard up against it, and that was the last straw. She exploded, screaming out loud, her back arching and her chest flushed red. In that moment, I felt like God.

After she was done, after we were disentangled and the come-slick dildo was out of her pussy and the harness was unlatched from my body, we lay together, just cuddling and breathing. My heart was still pounding from the effort.

“I’d like to make you come too,” she whispered, kissing me playfully on the nose.

“Um, I’m not sure you’re going to be able to do that.”

“Well, I’d like to try anyway.”

I wasn’t going to argue. She started out by licking up and down in between my asscheeks, and then she concentrated on licking my anus, which felt absolutely amazing, but wasn’t going to take me anywhere. The she got some lube from a drawer in the bedside table and slipped a finger up my ass. And then another one. And possibly a third, I’m not sure. In any event, it felt great!

“Hold on tight,” she said. One hand grasped me firmly by the base of the tail and tugged gently but insistently. As long as she didn’t stroke or pet it, it felt good. Great, even. The other hand started fucking my ass. Slowly and gently at first, but then harder and faster, and then harder still.

She was panting, breathing hard. I realized, all of a sudden, like a flash of heat lightning, that this had potential. She was fucking my ass with all her strength now, and pulling so hard on my tail it felt like she might pull the damn thing off.

“Don’t stop!” I managed to gasp.

Ahava laughed out loud and kept right on doing what she was doing.

I grabbed her big blue vibrator from where it lay on the sheets, mercifully withing my arm’s reach. I started it buzzing again, and jammed it hard against my own flesh, right where I’m most sensitive, just below my urinary organ.

My back was arched, I was humping back to meet her every blow, my tail curled up tighter than it had ever been before. Ahava’s face was all red and sweaty, and her tits shook delightfully, and she showed no sign whatsoever of letting up.

I felt something let go, and I slipped right over the cliff. I realized I was screaming. “Ahava, Ahava, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh… FUCK!”

And then I guess I passed out.

When I came to, she was sitting next to me on the side of the bed, gently petting my hair. She was still topless, but she had slipped on a pair of new pair of panties. I was sore, exhausted, buzzing with endorphins, and utterly in a state of bliss.

“So, did you come?

“Wow. I don’t know. I guess so. It felt really good!”

“I think I broke you,” she said. She was gently petting my hair.

“You didn’t break me Ahava, that was amazing.” Really and truly it was.

She indicated the stump of my tail, laying next to her on the sheets. It had snapped off right at the base. I reached around and felt my backside. It was tender, but not painful. Sticky, but no blood. But it was gone, all but the nubbin. Somehow I knew with confidence that it would grow back.

“Well,” I said, “This has never happened before.”

END

post-script:

After I left Ahava (she was really worried that she had hurt me, and I assured her that she had not in the least, and on the contrary that had been the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and that led to a lot of hugs and cuddling, which led to another bout of good sex where I did get to eat out her pussy and enjoyed it thoroughly, and made her come on my face, but no more orgasms for me), I took my broken-off tail and went home. It was late, and there was no moon, and the stars were out, bright and cold. I felt lightheaded, a little disconnected, as if I were coming down off of a long psychedelic trip or something.

Work was going to be weird tomorrow, but hopefully not in a bad way.

Back in my apartment, I set the remains of my tail down on the kitchen table. I swear, the little nub at the base of my spine already felt like it was starting to grow. It was definitely tender. I poured myself a glass of juice, and opened a bag of knock-off Doritos. When I came back to the table, the dry skin of my severed tail was cracking and peeling back.

It now looked a little like one of those long, brown seed pods that some trees make. With just a little encouragement the outer layers parted, revealing a perfectly-formed miniature person inside: arms, legs, toes, head, even a tiny little tail. It opened it’s eyes and saw me, and a tiny hungry cry came out of it’s mouth, a kitten’s mewing. It was hungry. A powerful emotion that I didn’t really understand flooded my veins.

What the actual fuck? Should I get it some milk?

A memory dredged back from somewhere way, way back in my mind told me no. This little one would much prefer some crushed-up bugs.

END (for real)

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Carwash

January 1, 2025 at 10:51 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , ,

Butch wanted to come along to the grocery store with me. I could have just picked up whatever it was she needed: milk, bread, tampons, whatever; but I think she wanted a break from the post-Christmas disaster area as much as I did, so we stepped out together. The day was cold and grey, everybody else was still asleep, and the house looked like the collateral damage from a confetti cannon war. The strewn wrapping paper and ribbons were the casualties. We were both mildly hungover.

There was hardly any traffic on the roads, and grocery store was nearly deserted. So there was that.

“Dude,” Butch said, “Your car is filthy!” She was not wrong. My poor old CRV was filthier than the dirty piles of snow pushed up against the edges of the parking lot. You could barely see through the rear window. The divorce had been finalized in November. I thought I’d been holding it together ok for the most part. But apparently I wasn’t keeping up appearances.

“I know,” I said ruefully, “Let’s get some donuts.”

Oh, the illicit little sins of middle-age. We stopped at the drive-through donut joint on the other side of Route 9, and then, holding a powdered jelly donut in my mouth, I turned back onto the highway and pointed the CRV in the direction of Butch’s house.

“Hey, there’s a carwash up here on the corner,” she said. “Let’s get your car cleaned up. It’ll be fun! My treat”

If I’d been thinking, this would have struck me as odd. Butch is no neat-freak. I’ve seen her bedroom. But my car really was filthy, caked in salt, grime, and road grit. And I wasn’t thinking. So I obediently pulled into the carwash entrance.

It was one of those fully automated jobs, no human contact needed, which was fine by me. Butch handed me her credit card and told me to get the works. “Ooh, big spender!” I said, and pushed the button for the ‘Gold’ wash: everything and ‘Ultimate Underbody Wash and Wax’ into the bargain. All this for just twenty bucks!

“I used to love the carwash when we were kids,” Butch said through the last of her Boston Creme. “It was like going through a time-warp, like a wormhole into a whole different world. Did I ever tell you about making out with Katherine in the back seat of my dad’s Charger going through the car wash?”

“What? Katherine…?”

“Davis. Yeah, not Sokolowsky. She finger-banged me as soon as the water started. I kept

worrying that my dad would turn around, but he was rocking out to American Pie the whole way through.”

“Lucky.” I’d always been mildly jealous of Butch’s sapphic exploits. Not jealous of her per se. Jealous of her chutzpah.

I nuzzled my car up to the rails in front of the automatic roll-up door, and following the instructions, shifted the CRV into neutral. The lights flashed yellow and then green, and the door rumbled up.

The machinery pulled my car forward with a gentle lurch, the door rolled closed behind us.

“Holy shit!” Butch said suddenly, “Look at that! Is that a dickfor up there?”

I looked. “What’s a dickfor?

“Hahaha, you don’t even know what a dick’s for!” Butch punched me hard in the shoulder.

With a mechanical thunk and another lurch forward, the wash started. A dozen or so automated nozzles began hosing my car down with water from all directions. The sound was overwhelming and somehow comforting, and flashing neon lights added a weird vintage sci-fi element.

My shoulder smarted. Butch always punched hard. I turned to her to say something snarky, and promptly forgot whatever it was I was going to say.

The top two buttons of Butch’s red flannel lumberjack shirt had someone come undone, which put a healthy dose of cleavage on display as she leaned over in my direction. Our eyes met, and something clicked audibly, in the automated machinery, but also between us. My cock was suddenly hard.

Butch and I had never kissed, not ever. We’d never even come close. I’d know she was a lesbian since before I’d even known the word. I leaned over, meeting her halfway, and kissed her full on the lips. She kissed back, hungrily, fiercely.

She took my hand and guided it straight to her right breast. It felt large warm and soft through the fabric of her shirt. Until about 30 seconds ago I’d forgotten that Butch even had breasts. I hadn’t really thought about them or noticed them since she first started fooling around with the Katherines (I forget which one was first), but there they were, and quite sizable at that.

She broke off the kiss just as the nozzles finished their spraying thing. There was a clunk and another set of nozzles took over, covering the car in soapy suds.

“We gotta be quick,” she said. “Take off your damn seat belt and drop trou!” Butch was pulling her shirt and sports bra off over her head. Her tits, just for the record, were fucking gorgeous, more perfect than they had any right to be.

I was still fumbling with the fly of my jeans, wondering what the fuck was going on here? Butch leaned over me and took over, tugging my pants and underwear down, her boobs dangling pendulously down, swaying while she worked.

“Recline your seat, and scoot it back so the steering wheel isn’t so much in my way. Sheesh, haven’t you ever made out in a car before?”

Well, actually I had, but it had been several decades. Also, I’d always had at least a modicum of prior warning.

Now my pants were down around my ankles, and my seat was reclined as far back as it would go, and Butch had my erect cock grasped firmly in her hand.

“Bear with me,” she said. “I’ve never actually done this before.” She made a silly face, rolled her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and did her level best to swallow my cock whole.

The truth is I hadn’t had an actual blowjob, or really even any semblance of one, in a very very long time. Butch needed have worried. Whatever she was doing with her mouth, competent or not, felt great!

I’d been depressed. I realized this in a flash, as Butch slurped and gobbled and occasionally gagged on my dick. Ever since the divorce, probably since long before that, I’d been in a really bad place. I’d even fallen out of the habit of masturbating. I hadn’t had sex in months… I wasn’t sure when the last time I’d had an orgasm… and all of a sudden I also realized that if Butch kept up what she was doing, I was going to come in her mouth!

“Uhhh, ummm, ahh,” I tried to spit the words out, my hips humping involuntarily up at her face, just as she let my hard dick fall wetly out of her mouth.

“Holy Cats,” she gasped, “this isn’t as easy as they make it look in the pornos!”

The car was just finished being squirted down with clean water, and large rotating brushes were rapidly approaching from all directions.

Butch flopped back in to the passenger seat, reclining it all the way to horizontal.

“You’re going to fuck me, yeah?” she was struggling out of her sweat pants. Apparently she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “But I need you to touch me a little bit first, ok?”

The purple sweat pants were finally kicked clear, and Butch threw one naked leg up on the dashboard. Her pussy was crowned with a neatly trimmed triangle of brown pubic hair. And a small, very erect little cock. It sure looked like a cock anyway: it was two, maybe three inches long, just above her pouting pussy lips, bulbous little head pink and swollen, straining upward towards me.

Honestly, I didn’t even think twice. I dropped my head into Butch’s crotch and took her dick in my mouth. She moaned out loud, audible even over the sound of the spinning brushes, which I found immensely gratifying.

Inside my mouth, her cock didn’t feel nearly so small. I closed my lips around the base and sucked hard, pressing the flat of my tongue up against the underside of her cock and moving my head up and down on her.

“Oh shit, that feels amazing! Don’t stop, please don’t stop! Put a finger inside me, please!”

I did just that. Her pussy was tight, but very hot and very wet. My index finger slid right in as I kept on sucking her little cock.

“Oh crap, that’s so good! Put a finger in my ass too!”

My middle finger found her anus and pressed inside, past the tight ring of muscle, slick with saliva and vaginal juices. Butch made a purring noise and arched her back, pressing hard against me, her body swallowing both my fingers all the way to the knuckles.

The noise outside the car changed as the brushes withdrew, and huge fans started blowing hot air, sending droplets of water scurrying in retreat.

“Fuck me,” Butch gasped. “Now. Hurry.”

I withdrew my slippery fingers and let her cock flop out of my mouth. Her legs were spread wide apart and her pussy was splayed open like a lily in bloom. I’m not sure my dick had ever been harder.

I clambered out of the drivers seat, impaired by half a pair of jeans stuck around one ankle, and climbing on top of her.

“Fuck me,” she commanded. “Hard. Fast. We’ve only got a moment. Fuck my thing. Come inside me. Don’t be gentle.”

The car was shaking, buffeted by hot air. I plunged my cock straight into her cunt. Not my usual style at all. She winced as I penetrated her, but grinned up at me with bared teeth, “Fuck me.”

I fucked her hard and I fucked her fast. Her pussy felt beyond amazing on my dick, and it really only took a few seconds before I was slipping over the edge. I had at least the presence of mind to reach under my belly and grab her cock as I thrusted into her pussy. “Yes, fuck me hard!” she threw her head back, eyes scrunched tight, and humped back at me, hard, as I exploded, squirting semen deep, deep up inside her pussy.

The air blowers stopped and the neon lights stopped flashing. I extricated my softening dick from her juicy pussy and rolled back over behind the steering wheel. We both fumbled hurriedly for our clothes as the garage door rolled up and my car was pushed gently but firmly out into the cold hard light of day.

My pants were still down around my ankles, I could deal with that soon enough. I put the car into D, and pulled away from the wash, my much reduced dick still twitching and leaking between my legs. Butch already had her sweatpants pulled up, and was buttoning her lumberjack shirt.

“Did you get to come?” I asked.

She glanced over at me, gave me a look.

“You gave me my first ever orgasm, do you know that? I spied on you one time, down in the rec room. You were jerking off on that horrible old plaid sofa. It was adorable, you had your nose buried in some magazine, you were oblivious. I thought it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I went home and tried it myself. So, thank you for that.”

I cringed at the memory. “Oh God, I was probably thinking about some airbrushed Playboy model!”

“Well, what do you think I was thinking about?” she punched me on the shoulder, not as hard as last time.

Clouds the color of iron ore loomed low in the sky overhead. They felt heavy and I thought they contained contained threat of snow. I pulled my nice clean car out onto Route 9, and pointed it in the direction of Butch’s house.

“So,” she asked after we had gone half a mile in silence, “We cool?”

“Yeah,” I said. “We very cool.”

END

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Pepper

November 1, 2024 at 8:58 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , ,

1.

It was a little after midnight when Jerry started exercising his big guns again. After all these weeks I thought I was used to it, thought it didn’t rattle me quite like it did at first, but Christ… This time it went on and on. It adds up. It’s cumulative. The odds are quite slim that any one shell is going to be the one. But even so, it adds up. Every explosion kills you a little more, the dirt and ice dropping off the trench walls, the ground shaking and the air slapping you in the face, the acrid smoke, the smell of blood and metal and burning flesh and trinitrotoluene, until my hands are shaking, until I flinch like a girl with every boom of artillery, holding my breath and waiting to hear the corresponding shell exploding, until I can’t fecking put two thoughts together in my head. I suppose that’s the point, isn’t it, or part of it anyhow?

It lasted an eternity. Or a couple hours. And then it abruptly stopped, which was almost worse. It was worse, because I knew what was coming next. The night was cold, which was good because the mud was frozen and there was no danger of getting sucked down into the muck, but bad because my boots were wet and had holes in them and my toes were starting to freeze inside my regulation wool socks.

I wondered if Pepper had gotten my note.

I’m not sure how long he’d been standing there, watching me. Not long, I don’t think. His brown eyes were watching me cooly, unreadable. How he ever manages to look so sharp, I’ll never know: we’re a bunch of filthy men living in a muddy hole in the ground, periodically getting blasted to bits. But he does anyhow. Looks smart and neat as a dress parade.

“We’re going over the top tonight,” he said. “Word is.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I figured that.” He stubbed out his cigarette and took off his cap, looking at me expectantly. “I guess we don’t have a lot of time then. Come here.”

All pretense was dropped. We really didn’t have much time. And there was always the possibility, however slim, that somebody might walk in on us back here, which would in many ways be worse than the brief flashing shock of a German artillery shell.

He kissed me full on the mouth, and I hungrily kissed back. I’d never kissed a man before Pepper, and to be honest, precious few girls, but it made me feel alive in a way I don’t remember ever feeling before, and my body responded, and suddenly I felt alive again, my spirit clawing it’s way up out of the semi-catatonic state I’d been reduced to, my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me, tasting his sweat, his smokey saliva, his urgency, my own cock swelling and straining inside my khaki trousers.

Our clothes came off, almost by themselves, heedless of the chill night air. Ever the gentleman, he spread his greatcoat over the top of a sandbag, lifted me up and set me down, bending over to take my rigid cock into his mouth. I leaned back, resting my head against the cold dirt wall, and gave myself over to bliss, however brief it might be.

He was a detail man, of course. He kissed and licked and nibbled every last bit of me, parts I hadn’t even known existed. He ran his tongue up along the underside of my rod, he nibbled at my balls, he tried to press his rolled-up tongue up inside my pee-hole, he kissed and licked at my arse-hole, eventually sliding a finger up inside, making me quite literally squirm with desire.

I wanted, I needed for him to fuck me right then and there, and that is exactly what I told him.

“Well then,” he said, disengaging from my wet cock and standing up. “I reckon you should get it nice and wet first.”

I never sucked a cock before Pepper. Never crossed my mind, to be honest. I made it up as I went along, trying to imitate him. I always felt like an amateur doing it, but he told me I did just fine. Anyway, like I said, we were pressed for time, so I just opened up my mouth and did my best to swallow him whole.

He was bigger than me, not by a ton, but definitely bigger, and I don’t think I have a small dick. I never imagined I would get so much pleasure out of sucking another man’s dick, but war teaches you a lot of things. I wrapped my lips around my teeth to keep them out of the way and cupped his balls in one hand, letting him grasp my hair and slide it in and out of my mouth as I bobbed my head in time. Another night he might have come that way and I would have swallowed every drop he had to give me, but not tonight.

I came up for air, coughing a little, involuntarily.

“Fuck me, Pepper.”

“How do you want it?”

I wanted to watch him doing it, and I told him so. I lay flat on my back on the sandbag, his wool coat pressed against my naked skin, drawing my knees up to my chest, my cock lying thick and hard against my stomach. You could occasionally see a star or two in the sky above, through the racing clouds.

He entered me with a grunt, and it didn’t hurt, not at all, not the way I had been afraid it would the very first time. It just felt full and good and strange and sexy. He bent over and kissed me again, and then he was all the way up inside, his big cock filling my arse, stretching me, using me, and he started thrusting. I felt his urgency, his need, and I cried out loud with the savagery of it. For a little while, his hand found my cock, and pleasure me in time with his thrusts, but then he started to slip past the point of no return. Our hands met and clenched, and he fucked me hard and fast, and finally buried deep inside me, I felt his cock switch and his breath come out in a long slow hiss, a stifled scream. He collapsed limp on top of me, and I kissed him again and again.

“Now we’ll take care of you,” he whispered in my ear, but already the whistles were blowing, battle stations, and it was a quick clumsy wet kiss and a rush to get dressed and off to our assigned places, one last kiss for luck, and then I was running down the line, tin hat in one hand, rifle in the other, boots untied and shirt hanging out, and he was headed for the officer’s bunker, and the last thing he said to me was “You’ll get yours next time lad, I promise.”

The first boy up the ladder was dead before his boots hit the frozen mud, like he’d been torn to pieces by wild dogs, and down he came, tumbling into the trench on top of us, splattering our upturned faces with blood and gore. The second guy, and the third too, I think, and then it was my turn. The noise was a constant, overwhelming roar. It had been weeks since I had seen so much open space, and it took the breath away from me. Away in the east, the sky was just beginning to pale. Smoke and fire were everywhere. Mustard gas? I wondered, but if so it was too late to worry. I held my breath, gripped my rifle, and charged toward the enemy trenches, jumping over the fallen bodies, dancing around coils of barbed wire, remembering to keep my head down until a German machine gun bullet found its mark, tearing right through my chest in one side and out the other, ripping the life right out of me. My body ran on another couple of strides before falling onto the cold earth, and whatever spark that had been there inside me quietly slipped away.

2.

I found the note in grandpa’s old war chest, when I was helping mother clean out the attic in the old house. It was tucked inside a bible, of all things, folded very carefully into the shape of a five-pointed star. The specifics were vague, but the general meaning was quite clear. I didn’t say anything, of course, but tucked it into my pocket where it would remain, a secret, mine and grandpa’s own little secret.

3.

I’d agonized about this moment for weeks. Days anyway. It’s in my nature to agonize over things, but the stakes here were rather high. And this was probably the last chance I’d ever get.

She was my academic advisor. Professor Brodzinski. Professor Mrs. Brodzinski. I’d had a crush on her ever since I’d sat down in front of her cluttered desk back in September, what seemed like a thousand centuries ago. Oh my God, every time I went into her office, I came out with a boner. And I could swear it was mutual.

I’ve never been any good at this kind of thing. At all. Which was probably why I was still a virgin. The meeting was wrapping up. This was the end of the year, and who knows when, if ever, I’d get another chance. The top button on her otherwise-severe black blouse was undone, revealing just a tantalizing hint of cleavage. My hands were shaking. What would Humphrey Bogart say?

“So,” I said, my voice tremulous. She handed me my course list with an indulgent smile. “Would you like me to make love to you?”

She laughed in my face. “Well, you’re quite the smooth talker, aren’t you? It’s lucky I don’t have any more appointments until after lunch.” She got up from behind her desk, circled around behind me, and locked the door to her office.

She stood behind me and started gently kneading my shoulders. I realized I’d been holding my breath, and I finally exhaled.

“I’ve wanted you ever since I first set eyes on you, Pepper.” The impromptu massage stopped. She ruffled my hair in an oddly maternal gesture. “We don’t have all day, let’s get to it. You, young man, are wearing entirely too many clothes.”

There was a little tweed couch up against the wall. It was covered in books, papers, literary journals. Impatiently, she swept it clean. It was then that I noticed that she’d stripped down to her underwear. Holy cats, this is really happening, I thought stupidly.

She unfastened her brassiere, and her breasts were just as big and beautiful as I had imagined.

“Come on,” she said, cocking her head to one side and looking equal parts amused and annoyed, “Get undressed. I told you, we don’t really have very much time.”

Feeling very, very self-conscious, I stripped out of my school uniform. I thought the way the boner projected like a tentpole in the front of my briefs looked ridiculous, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit.

“Here, let me help you with that!” She stuck her hand inside my underwear, got a firm grip on my dick, and pulled my shorts down with her other hand. “Now,” she said, “We are getting somewhere.”

And then she bent over, took my dick inside her mouth, and I was in heaven.

I really didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, occasionally petting her long grey hair, while the things she was doing with her mouth made my knees weak and wobbly. I had a sudden rush of panic that I was about to come.

I staggered backward. She stood up, grinning. “Your turn!” She pulled her white panties off and kicked them away. I gawked at her nudity, her pussy, covered in a healthy bush of salt-and-pepper hair. I’d never actually seen one before, not in person.

“You,” she said, lying down on her back on the couch and parting her long, shapely legs, “are adorable. I want you to kiss it. Lick it a little bit. Before we fuck.”

“I’ve never…”

“I know.” Was that a smirk? “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what to do.”

I got down on my knees between her thighs, up close and personal with her sex. Her scent was intoxicating. This was unreal. I could see every last part of her. She was slick and wet. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me in. I stuck out my tongue, and licked, blindly.

The taste wasn’t anything like what I had expected. Not bad, not at all, just… she guided me with strong hands, and when I did good, she responded, grinding her pussy up against my face.

“Oh,” she said, “So much better than Mr. Brodzinski… oh yeah, Pepper you’re too sweet… Oh how I wish we had more time..!”

I came up for air, my face wet with her sticky juices.

“Are you ready?” she asked playfully.

“?”

“To pop your cherry, of course!” she giggled and grasped my cock again. “You still want to, don’t you?”

I felt awkward, clumsy. She helped me guide it inside. It fit just perfect, like slipping on a glove. A hot, slippery glove. She grunted.

“Fuck me Pepper, fuck me now. Fuck me really hard!”

I did as instructed. It didn’t take long, but it was bliss while it lasted. She humped back up against me, tits shaking with every thrust. When I came, I shouted out loud, and she pulled me on top of her, squishing her breasts against my sweaty pale chest, kissing me violently.

We got dressed, and her demeanor had already changed. More businesslike, less affectionate.

“Will we ever do this again?” I asked, trying not to sound plaintive.

“We’ll see…” she said. She offered me a Kleenex. “Maybe, it’s a possibility.”

She handed me back my course list, which had fallen on the floor in the first rush of excitement. “I’m so glad,” she said with a smile, “That I slipped you that note. I suppose I was worried you’d be offended, an old biddy like me.”

“Note?” I asked.

She looked sharply at me. “The one I tucked into your required reading list? That note?”

“Ah,” I said, thinking of the stack of untouched books back in my dorm. “That note…”

4.

I’d seen her before in the laundromat. She was striking, that’s for sure. Prettier than me, I thought. Almost always in a crisp IDF uniform, or some portion thereof. I’d noticed her there earlier in the morning when I’d swapped my clothes from washers into the dryer. She was folding her clothes, crisp and military, in her olive-green trousers and a black sports bra containing her breasts almost painfully tight. I watched the muscles in her back as she worked, and I’d wanted to fuck her right then and there. Which is odd, because I don’t, as a rule, have much interest in fucking other girls.

I never even heard the explosion. I was on the way out of the laundromat, an Ikea bag full of warm, dry unfolded clothes in my arms, and then I was on my ass, leaning up against a brick wall, a painful ringing in my ears like Blink182 turned up to 10 and skipping like a dirty CD. There was a *whoosh* as air rushed in to fill the vacuum. A New York City bus was on its side in the middle of the avenue, its top blown off, black smoke pouring out of it. There were people, or parts of people, strewn around the street.

Someone was talking to me, shaking me by the shoulder. I slowly looked up. It was her, the girl from the laundromat, still in the sports bra and pants.

“Are you ok?” I nodded stupidly. I didn’t know if I was ok or not. “We’ve got to move,” she said urgently, “There could be another—”

This time I did hear the explosion. It knocked us both flat, her more than me. But she was back on her feet like a cat, and dragging me by the collar of my shirt until I could stand up and run along behind her.

“Keep down!” she yelled in my ear. My hearing was almost completely gone, it was like I had pillows crammed up against my ears, but I could hear the *pop-pop-pop* and I knew full well that it was automatic weapons fire even though I had never heard the sound in person before.

We made it around the corner and she stopped short, gave me a once-over. “You’re going to be OK,” she pronounced. “My apartment, it’s another half block. Can you do it?”

Dimly, I could hear more gunfire, and I thought now I could hear sirens, and maybe a helicopter? I nodded, and she took me by the hand. “Come on!”

Three flights up an echoey concrete stairwell. We got to her front door and I realized that I was weeping. And then, much to my embarrassment, I threw up. When I was done, she gave me something to wipe my mouth, and she kissed me lightly on the forehead.

I looked down and realized that I was covered in blood. Blood, vomit, and a constellation of broken safety glass, glinting like sequins all over my ruined jeans and t-shirt.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s not yours. Not mostly.”

Somehow she got me inside her apartment, I think she cut most of my clothes off with a pair of shears that looked like they had been designed for the purpose. She kissed me again and packed me into the shower. “Looks like you get your wish.”

The shower was blessedly hot and the water pressure was amazing. My hearing started to come back as I scrubbed with a loofa, clean white soap and generic Costco shampoo. She was right: my knees were pretty scraped up and I had a pretty good gash in one elbow, but overall I seemed to be intact. Outside, the sound of sirens was incessant.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and she gave me that look again: clinical and appraising. Apparently I checked out, because the look on her face changed and softened, and she came to me and hugged me close. She was still wearing the same trousers and bra, and she smelled of pulverized concrete.

She took a step back and the towel fell to the floor. “So, do you still wanna?”

Without waiting for an answer, she took my hands and kissed me hungrily. “I am going to fuck you cross-eyed,” she declared. She pulled me into her bedroom and tossed me onto her bed, some kind of Krav Maga move that would have knocked the wind out of me if I’d landed anywhere other than dead center in her queen-sized bed. She pulled off her bra and her army trousers. No panties. Olive skin, nipples taut and erect, a flat belly, a full black bush neatly trimmed with not one hair out of place.

She straddled me, and now she was kissing me, aggressive, like a boy. But not in a bad way, oh no, not at all. My ears were still ringing, and I felt lightheaded and dizzy, but I didn’t think I was going to throw up again. And I wanted her. More than anything in that moment, I wanted her to fuck me.

Her big brown eyes looked me up and down, appraising. They were the softest thing about her, Christ, even her tits looked deadly. I hoped she liked what she saw.

She pinned my wrists down on the bed, bent over, her tit right in my face, and I suckled at it, taking the hard brown nipple in my mouth and sucking it, pulling gently with my teeth. There was a sharp intake of breath and I knew I had guessed right. I bit down harder, and was rewarded with the feel of her warm wetness grinding against my thigh.

“I am going to make you feel so good,” she whispered in my ear. I believed her. She slid one finger up inside herself, and pressed it to my lips. She was clean and slippery and tangy, just a hint of pepper. I sucked her finger clean and she giggled girlishly.

She slipped one arm under my bottom and lifted me up, right up off the bed, her arms were like steel, and she slid a pillow under my butt. If I got any wetter, I was certain I was going to melt. I was probably making a puddle on her sheets.

I hadn’t been with a girl… well, since college. And that had been, while exciting and naughty and certainly pleasurable, clumsy and awkward, and more than a little frustrating. I remember jerking off with my vibrator all alone afterward, wishing it had been more like what I’d seen in the pornos.

This girl was straight to the point. There was no teasing, no messing around, no long drawn-out foreplay, not this time. She stuck her head between my legs, found my clit like a smart bomb locking onto its target, and started sucking.

The things she was doing with her mouth! I gave up any pretense of control and went along for the ride, thrashing and kicking and moaning my pleasure. When she wasn’t sucking my clit, she was flicking it with the tip of her tongue, and her fingers were invading my cunt, filling me, fucking my hungry pussy while her lips once again wrapped around my engorged clitoris and she was sucking it like a cock, and now she was slipping a wet finger into my asshole, and I realized that I was coming, and suddenly I was screaming out loud, and she stuck with me, fucking my pussy and my ass, sucking my clit as my body convulsed and thrashed and my legs flailed in the air and my head shook from side to side.

At last it was over, and I slowly came down, a little sheepish at the violence of my orgasm. There was a secret little smile on her face.

“You can borrow some of my clothes. We’re close enough in size to get you home. You can return them…. Next time.”

There were still sirens outside, but not as many now, not as urgent. I could hear a helicopter hovering somewhere nearby.

“Hey,” she said, with a wicked smile, “Next time I get to come too, ok?”

I nodded dumbly, still in a daze. It had been quite an afternoon.

“By the way, how did you know my name?” Her name?

“Oh, and the next time you slip a note in somebody’s laundry… maybe you should include your phone number.” She smiled and winked, patting me on the tush as I staggered out into the fluorescent-lit stairwell.

‘Note in her laundry??’

END

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A Brief Lecture On the Anatomy and Physiology of the Male, For Students Both Novice and Advanced

September 27, 2024 at 9:01 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , , , , ,

Good afternoon sisters, ladies… and I see we have a few gentlemen present, welcome! Thank you for joining me today. I hope you will find my talk both informative and entertaining.

Now, I understand that many of you have little or no experience with this particular subject. Therefore, this talk will be mainly geared toward the rank beginner… although I hope that even those of us with a little more experience under our belts may glean some new and useful knowledge from this afternoon’s lecture.

At this time, I would like to bring my assistant up onto the stage.  Thank you. Yes, please, hold your applause until the end of the lecture. Now, this dapper fellow before you is about twenty years old. Yes, thank you William. He is twenty-one years of age. A sporting young gent, fit and trim. In many ways he is in his very prime. Not a bad specimen at all.

I imagine that many of you ladies have not yet seen the male of our species in his natural state. So now, if I may, I will ask young William here to disrobe.

…thank you. Again, I would ask you to hold your applause until the very end. Isn’t he lovely? Turn around once my dear? Delightful. Now, turn back around and face the audience. Ah yes, very good. William, be a dear and lie down on this slab now. Thank you.

You will all have noticed, of course, the most obvious physical differences. Now some of you may have found the main anatomical feature… somewhat underwhelming? Well, fear not my sisters! What we see here is the penis in its resting, flaccid, state. Perhaps even a trifle affected by a touch of stage fright. This, I can assure you, is quite easily remedied. The male of the species, particularly the younger specimens, are very easily excited. Allow me to demonstrate.

Pardon me while I shift out of my blouse. I do not, and never shall I, wear a corset. But that is a topic for another day. Ah, there, much better! And oh my, I do believe we are already seeing some glimmer of interest down there! Very nice!

You can see ladies, the mere sight of my unfettered (and if I may say, less than extraordinary) bosom has in itself caused a notable change, quite a visible swelling. Now, if I just drag the tip of one finger along the underside of the member, thusly… back and forth… Oh gracious, how gratifying! Isn’t that lovely? How proudly it stands up! Even to the experienced practitioner, it is always delightful to see how with a minimal amount of effort, such… dramatic growth can be achieved!

If I may for a few moments direct your attention upwards ladies (yes, I know, we will get back to that very soon), you will no doubt have noticed the lack of breasts. Bosoms no, but the nipples are emphatically present. The male nipple, my friends, is far from superfluous. It is in fact, perhaps even more sensitive than our own. It may be caressed, pinched, nibbled, even twisted or pulled upon surprisingly hard with no ill effect to its owner. Observe:

William dear, if you cannot hold still, I may be forced to restrain you.

You can see ladies, he clearly enjoyed my attention, even if that attention was far from gentle. And see for yourselves, how evident that enjoyment is! The penis is even larger, more rigidly erect than before! One of the more delightful aspects of the male physiology is that there is absolutely no chance of him faking his arousal!

Now, since your attention is already down there, let me direct you to his testicles. A certain amount of care must be taken with these, as they are quite sensitive… but they are not nearly so fragile as their owner might lead one to believe, and sometimes a firm squeeze or even a light slap –like so—will temporarily cool down the overly amorous picador. There, there William, I didn’t mean it, you are doing just fine.

Conversely, very gentle manipulation, stroking or fondling them within the protective sac, or applying one’s tongue, or even (and I do particularly enjoy this maneuver myself) taking one or the other of the little fellows between one’s lips, can be very pleasurable. Yes, for him as well.

You will note, ladies, that even as we do things which are pleasurable for him, it is of paramount importance that whatever we do, is first and foremost, pleasurable to us.

An example: William, turn over please. Yes, onto your hands and knees. Just like that. Good.

Observe the posterior! What handsome buttocks! Now ladies, I am surely not alone in occasionally enjoying a light slap across the bottom during a moment of excitement? Many, if not most men enjoy this as well. I would urge you not to be gentle here, the male bottom can withstand a surprisingly vigorous thrashing with no ill effects. Rather, your own hand may begin to sting. If you wish you might use a small quirt, or riding crop with excellent results. But I digress…

Observe the anal orifice. Isn’t it adorable? I assure you sisters, this little hole is not made merely for the passing of excrement. Males may be very bashful about this part of their anatomy, but in my experience, simply brushing one’s fingers around and across the anus will invariably produce the most charming results. If you feel bold, you can very gently insert a wet finger. Oh my, I think he likes it! Two perhaps? Don’t be afraid to insert your fingers all the way inside, if he doesn’t like it, he will let you know. And I think he does like it! If you are really feeling particularly bold, you might lick the area, and even press the tip of your tongue inside… But let us not get too far ahead of ourselves.

Yes, I think young William found that just as exciting as I did! Observe the charming angle of the penis from this perspective, how it remains swollen and erect, observe his testicles… Can you see the silver strand of nectar leaking from the tip? It is a sign of his arousal, and I find its presence most gratifying. It is also sweet to taste, an amuse-bouchet as it were, before the main course…

Roll over William, there’s a dear.

You may be wondering at this point, we have the male in his natural state, and he is quite clearly in a delightful state of arousal… so what can we do with him? Well:

Providence gave him a tongue for a reason, ladies. William here has had some practice, and has become quite accomplished with his, but your own beaux may need instruction and encouragement. I will demonstrate by sitting astride his face, for purposes of demonstration, but I think you will find in your own boudoir, that lying on your back with a pillow or two under your bottom and your legs spread wide askew is the more convenient position for all involved.

In your travels, my sisters, you may encounter some gentlemen who are hesitant or unwilling to provide a lady pleasure in this way. To me this is a reliable marker of a less-than-stellar lover, and these gentlemen certainly do not find themselves on the receiving end of my affections.

But to return to the task at hand. I hope you will not object if I remove my skirts? It is far more convenient this way, although I may testify that a fair-sized hoop skirt can hide a multitude of sins!

There, that is much better! William here has no qualms about pleasuring a lady! In fact he is quite eager, aren’t you dear? A pillow behind his head for his comfort… and I sit astride his face just like so…

Oh, so nice! Truly, the male tongue is truly an underappreciated organ! You can set the pace, or let the gentleman take the lead… oh my… William has discovered my button, my clitoris… and…. ah… oh, Oh MY, that feels nice! He can insert a finger or two into my vagina as well, or into my anus, which feels heavenly. Just as I tongued his nether hole, so can he lick mine, and… ah… oh my, he’s going to make me spend! I am going to rub my clitoris while he keeps on… William don’t you dare stop, whatever you do, don’t stop! Ah! Oh! Aaaah!

Ah, there, that was divine! And look, William remains as aroused as ever! Oh my goodness, let me catch my breath and have a drink of water.

Now if I were a man, that might have been the end of the lecture. Because men, most men, are like a sky-rocket: There is a lovely flash and a bang, and after that the excitement is all over. Many women, however, can be practically insatiable when it comes to the fleshy desires, and I confess that I still have quite a healthy appetite.

Speaking of appetite, allow me to show you the inverse, as it were, of what our young William did for me. I am going to have to be very careful in doing this though, because I don’t want him to spend too soon, for there is still quite a bit of material to cover.

Ladies, there are many ways to approach this, and with practice I am sure you will all develop your very own favored technique. But let me just say this before I proceed: it is by no means required to take the entire thing into your mouth all at once, holus-bolus, a most un-ladylike way to eat a sausage… unless, of course, the fancy takes you!

[inaudible]

There are a variety of tools at your disposal here: use your lips, your tongue, your fingers, you can even gently nibble. Play with the shaft, the crown, the very tip, or detour down to the base and visit the testicles or the nether region below. You can let him slide briefly in between your bosoms if the fancy takes you. Or any combination of these things! Pay attention to his responses and adjust your attentions accordingly. I have to say that I enjoy fellatio very much, and I fancy myself quite good at it. Under other circumstances, I’d be very tempted to bring our young William to climax right now, and even to make him spend right into my mouth. I know that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I find it delightfully satisfying.

Let us leave that for just a moment, and give William here a chance to cool off, for I fear he is in very real danger of becoming overheated!

We are now approaching what many think of as the ‘main event’. As a matter of fact, I’m sure that is the reason many of you are in attendance here today! Before we proceed, however, I want to assure you that ‘The Big One’ is by no means required neither for his or your pleasure or satisfaction. Many times, in fact, my partners and I find that is more convenient, or simply more fun, to bring ourselves off in one of the other ways I have described. And the fact is that ‘screwing’ as the uncouth sometimes call the act of penis-in-vagina sex, comes with certain biological risks, not least of which is the unwanted pregnancy. One can minimize the risks however, by using the somewhat cumbersome, but quite effective condom. It is easy to apply… There. I can assure you that the barrier does not decrease the pleasure for either one of us, not at all.

There are, of course, many positions from which to choose, and you may mix and match to your heart’s content. I for one am a strong proponent of being taken from behind, and having my bottom slapped and my hair pulled rather hard during the heat of the moment. And flat on my back, with my legs spread wide, and him panting like a bull as he pounds away above me is certainly quite charming! But I see that we are running a little short on time, so for today I shall straddle him, while continuing to face you, the audience. This has the advantage of filling me up quite nicely, while letting him play with my buttocks or reach around and cup my breasts or play with my clitoris.

In other circumstances, I might apply some slippery oil to my vaginal opening, or ask him to have another lick or two, but I find that I am more than wet enough already, and he should slip right in….

Ahhh, that feels so good! It may not slide in so easily for you the first time, but believe me, with a little practice you will fit him just like a glove! You should be aware that these penises come in a bewildering variety of sizes and shapes, but I have yet to meet one that didn’t have charms all its own!

Now, ah… I am driving here, rocking back and forth you see, as well as up and down, and it feels delicious! I could very easily spend again with his penis inside me… I’m really very tempted, but if I were to do so, he would most certainly spend inside me… so reluctantly I shall withdraw…

There are few things, ladies, as satisfying as taking an honest cock into your vagina!

The next act I wish to demonstrate is certainly not for everyone… but it is most certainly for me! The entry is always a little tricky, even when one is extremely aroused, as I am now. I’m just going to apply a little oil to his penis, his cock, and a little more to my own backside… that should be adequate… now take careful aim and…. ahhhh, there it goes, right up inside me.

The feeling, I have to tell you, is absolutely exquisite, and if William would be a darling and reach around and rub my clitoris… I may just spend again! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, that is such an amazing sensation!

I’m going to give myself a quick wipe off, and in the interest of decorum, I will just step behind this screen for a moment to put my clothes back on…

Well, that concludes my lecture. I want to thank each and every one of you for attending today….

Oh, did I forget something? Well, well, I most certainly did! Our poor young William is truly in desperate need of release. Perhaps I could ask for a volunteer from the audience? Yes, you there in the front, the pretty young lady with the lovely pink hat. Please, come up on stage!

Perfect my dear, thank you. Have you ever done this before? No? Lovely, that is perfect. Just set your parasol right there my dear, and remove your gloves. What? Oh no, you’ll do just fine, I’m sure!

If you want you can use some of this oil on your hand, just a dab. Now grasp the penis firmly… ooh, not quite that firmly… there you go, you’re a natural! Go as fast or slow as you wish… the faster you go, the quicker he will spend… that’s right, you’re amazing! Look at how his body responds to your touch! You are going to make him spend right here on stage, won’t you be proud!

What’s that? Well, of course you can darling! Just lean over and open your mouth and take the ‘crown’, the swollen purple part between your lips. Careful of your teeth! Yes, and keep moving your hand, just like that. Oh my Dear, you’re going to… He’s about to….

Oh my!! Well! Just look at that! That was certainly… impressive! No, don’t stop my dear, not quite yet, not if you have one shred of decency in your soul… wait for him to be all done. There you go, lovely!

That was amazing, and your first time too! You didn’t miss one drop! Thank you, Miss… Penelope? Thank you all so much. Once again, it has truly been a pleasure! Please do ‘come’ again!

END

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Program Your Own TV

August 27, 2024 at 10:53 am · Filed under sex ·Tagged , , , , , , , ,

“Ok people, stand by!”

I leaned back in my chair and took a big slurp from my THC-infused Dr. Pepper. I only ever drink the stuff when I’m in production. I think it helps me focus.

“They’re in the elevator. Ready Cameras One and Two.” I felt a familiar, insistent tingle between my legs. This always happens when I’m shooting. I would take care of that promptly after work, with my boyfriend, if he was still awake. Or maybe without him.

I watched on the big monitor as they exited the elevator, holding hands. They were a cute couple. I wouldn’t kick either one of them out of bed, not for eating crackers. A quick kiss and they parted ways: he went down the hall to the right, and she turned left toward her own room.

“Camera one,” I said into my headset mic, “And… Go!”

I timed it perfectly, if I do say so myself. On the monitor, she stepped through the door into the hotel room. She smiled to herself and shook out her hair, which was a gorgeous curly auburn mop. She was lovely, but not in a fashion model sort of way: she was a bigger girl, and sort of frumpy; but she was ALL curves, and she just radiated sex. I couldn’t wait to see her naked.

She grabbed a bottle of cold water from inside the mini fridge and sat down on the edge of the bed, playing with her phone. “Camera two,” I said, “Standby and… Go.”

He was already inside his room. As I watched on the monitor, he pulled off his black t-shirt, carelessly pulling it over his head and tossing it to one side. He was slender and his skin was the color of milk chocolate. His nipples were tiny and dark brown, like little Hershey Kisses. I would love to suck on those things until they melted in my mouth! He had the most adorable little tummy, just the beginnings of a little pot belly with a slightly outy bellybutton. I caught myself holding my breath as he unbuttoned his jeans, casually oblivious to the high-resolution camera that was following his every move. “Zoom in,” I instructed as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, tossing them into a crumpled heap on the carpeted floor. Some guys neatly fold their clothes, others just throw them wherever. Women are the same, there is no pattern I’ve been able to discern. Either way, I enjoyed the sight of him naked. He was nearly hairless, just a hint of kinky black fuzz above his cock. His balls were a compact little package, and his dick was adorable, soft and the same chocolate brown as the rest of his skin, only the foreskin was a little darker. I would happily ride that thing all night long. Or eat it for dessert and ask for seconds.

“She’s headed for the shower.” I glanced up at the monitor, and so she was! “Camera one, standby and… go. Standby the shower cam.”

I watched as she walked over to the bathroom, admiring the way her plump bottom wiggled inside her loose-fitting orange harem pants. Was she wearing panties or not? I honestly couldn’t tell. As she stepped into the bathroom, I switched over to the shower cam, a tiny remote unit mounted in the ceiling.

She slowly got undressed, admiring herself in the mirror, carefully folding her clothes and placing them in a stack on the lid of the toilet. No panties. Her tits were glorious. Quite a lot bigger than mine, but not so huge as to be ridiculous, and certainly not surgically enhanced. They sagged a little, and one angled off slightly to the right. In my book, they were perfect. She turned around, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of soft, reddish-brown pubic hair, thick labia pouting below. I was definitely moist at this point. The camera zoomed in, traversing up and down her glorious body as she stepped into the shower. I watched, unabashedly lustful, as she lathered up, washing each breast in turn, her armpits, her stomach, her face, and in between her legs. I have the best job in the world.

“Cue the massage guy,” I said, and toggled back to Camera Two. Her boyfriend was on the bed already, stark naked and flat on his back, watching something on the television and playing idly with his dick, as guys tend to do when they are naked and think nobody is watching.

There was a tap at the door, and boyfriend had the decency to cover up before the door swung open and in came massage guy. Not really my type, too muscle-bound and romance novel cover-esque for my personal taste, but it wasn’t about my personal taste. We had profiled the both of them very thoroughly, and we had a pretty good sense of their likes and dislikes, as well as some fantasies that they thought each were very private.

Ok, so massage guy wasn’t my type, but it still made for interesting and pleasurable viewing. Boyfriend rolled over onto his stomach, and massage guy kneaded his shoulders for a brief but believable few moments, before heading south. He worked the lumbar back perfunctorily, then pulled off the towel that demurely covered boyfriend’s buttocks, and kneaded his pretty brown buns and thighs a little, before diving in for the main course.

I actually caught a glimpse of boyfriend’s adorable puckered dark brown little anus before massage guy stuck his face in between those adorable ass cheeks and started licking. Boyfriend started moaning right away, it was hot! Massage guy was dragging his tongue up and down boyfriend’s crack, from his ball sac up to the small of his back and back down again, pausing to drill his tongue into his tight little hole. Boyfriend was on hands and knees now, thick cock hanging nearly straight down. Massage guy didn’t touch his dick, but nibbled and licked at his dangling balls before returning his attention to boyfriend’s greedy anus.

A quick cutaway to the shower cam. She was masturbating in there, the little weasel! I knew she was multi-orgasmic, so I wasn’t too worried about it, and it was beautiful to watch. She was leaning against a corner of the shower stall, labia spread wide apart and sudsy, busily fingering her clit.

Cut back to his room. Massage guy was standing at the side of the bed now, pants around his ankles, and boyfriend was busy sucking his cock. He’d never done this before, I knew that for a fact, but he certainly looked like he knew what he was about. His head bobbed up and down on massage guy’s erection, and he periodically came up for air, stroking the masseuse’ penis while looking up at him for approval.

“She’s coming out of the shower.”

Massage guy gently disengaged, and I cut back to Camera One, just in time to catch her coming out of the bathroom, wrapped demurely in a white hotel towel.

Massage guy was quick. He was already lying on her bed, ripped and erect, six pack and a big dick, straight out of Playgirl centerfold. The towel fell to the floor, revealing once again her lovely curvy body, all pink and damp. She jumped straight onto the bed and started licking his cock, like she had just discovered a delicious new form of candy. Perhaps she had.

I wasn’t sure if she had already had an orgasm in the shower or not. Either way, her fingers were busy between her legs again. I told the camera operator to zoom in, and we caught a nice view of her engorged clitoris. He smirked and said something to her. She stopped licking long enough to look up at him and grin.

She opened her mouth wide, and swallowed his sizeable cock whole, all the way down to the base, her nose buried in his pubes. He wrapped his hands up in her lush curly auburn hair, and started vigorously fucking her mouth, slamming his cock in and out, using her for his own selfish pleasure. I could almost hear the gurgling, slurping, choking, and gagging. You don’t try that shit with me, not if you value your balls, but this was her fantasy, not mine.

They didn’t take long. He was already good and primed from boyfriend’s earnest ministrations, and he wasn’t messing around now. He fucked her mouth like it was a cunt, his fat balls slapping against her chin, her big tits dangling and swinging like a pair of great fleshy church bells. He made no allowance for her to breathe, and when he came, he crammed her head into his crotch with two strong hands and held her there.

She was coughing and choking and absolutely radiant when he finally released her. A long sticky stream of comingled semen and saliva drooled out of her mouth and pooled on her breast. He scooped it up with his finger and brought it to her lips, and she eagerly licked his finger clean.

I cut back to Camera Two, where the bed was now decidedly crowded. Two magazine-cover pretty girls were making out. They were already topless and both of them had the kind of big tits you pick out from a catalogue. Boyfriend was watching them tongue kiss and play with each others boobs, totally enchanted, while a third girl, stockier with short, spiky hair and a pierced lip, had her arm wrapped around his waist, and was idly toying with his dick.

The two model-looking girls stopped kissing and fooling around, and got down to business. The blonder of the two unsnapped and pulled off her compatriot’s jeans. Her friend was wearing skimpy black panties, the kind that serve mainly as decoration, and those were gone in an instant as well. Her pussy was, of course, shaved bare.

The third girl, much more attractive and interesting-looking in my book, was stroking boyfriend’s delicious-looking hard dick. Not jerking him off, oh no, just running her fingertips up and down the length of it, occasionally giving it a friendly squeeze, petting it like you’d pet a cat. A long shiny thread of pre-come leaked out of the tip. A less-than professional part of me wanted to swoop down into that room and lick it up.

The two girls had briefly been locked in a quite fetching sixy-nine, but now the darker haired girl with the shaved pussy was doing a shoulder stand. Blonde with the bigger and more expensive set of tits was busy between her legs. I have to hand it to them, they both seemed to be very into what they were doing!

Blonde was slurping away at the other girl’s clit, two or three fingers buried in her juicy bald cunt. Her partner was kicking her legs wildly, pinching and pulling her own nipples. Throughout the whole performance, the third girl, the one with the pierced lip and short spikey hair, was gently petting boyfriend’s cock. If that thing got any harder, it looked like it might explode. Which was, of course, exactly the point of this exercise, to tiptoe right up to that line, but not past it.

My own panties were seriously wet. This is not unusual, it’s a perk that comes along with the job.

Back to Camera One again. Girlfriend was down on her knees on the floor next to the bed. Standing in front of her was an amazonian woman dressed up as a circus ringmistress, or possibly a lion tamer. She had a black top hat, black jacket with tails, scarlet sequined corset, fishnets, and the kind of high heels that always make me think of sprained ankles. She carried a little whip.

Ringmistress sat down on the side of the bed, and girlfriend lay down across her lap. The big girl proceeded to spank that beautiful soft round ass red. Again, I’m down with a few light slaps to the behind, or some gentle hair tugging in the heat of the moment, but this woman was leaving welts. Nuh-uh! No accounting for taste, and girlfriend was most definitely into it.

When the brutally sound spanking was finally over, when girlfriend’s butt cheeks were sufficiently beaten and reddened and bruised, big girl stood up and cracked her whip. Three women wearing identical leopard-skin print leotards and masks entered the room.

Big girl snapped her whip again, and the three girls simultaneously peeled off their costumes and lay down on the bed, tits up, legs spread wide, all three pussies obscenely on display, like a collection of orchids. The very same anatomy and yet each one completely distinct and different from the others.

The whip cracked again, and girlfriend got to work, diving in between the splayed thighs of the first girl, a pleasantly plump redhead with incredibly pale almost translucent skin. Ringmistress let her lick happily for a few moments, then grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her head up, and plunged it into the waiting pussy of the next girl, a muscular black chick with a full and curly bush. The redhead fingered herself and watched. Girlfriend did not miss a beat, licking and slurping at the black girl’s pussy until she was removed again, and the ringmistress placed her between the legs of the third girl, a tall white girl with an hourglass figure and a petite little pussy crowned with a neat landing strip.

Back and forth she went, as the whip cracked and the ringmistress tugged her hair, licking each of the wet and eager pussies, the bulging clits in turn, making the girls squirm and moan and squeeze her head between their legs before she was forcibly moved on. It was a fucking hot spectacle, I have to tell you, and I was quietly getting my jollies just squeezing my thighs together and watching.

The redhead was the first to get off, rolling back and forth, head thrown back in bliss, with girlfriend’s tongue flicking her clit, multiple fingers crammed up inside her sopping wet pussy.

Tall girl was next, I could almost hear her screaming orgasm through the reinforced concrete and soundproof walls.

The black girl was taking her sweet sweet time. Ringmistress handed her an industrial-looking chrome plated vibrator, and she pointed her toes at the ceiling, pressing the big vibrator hard against her clit while ringmistress sucked first one brown nipple then the other, and girlfriend concentrated on tonguing her asshole. That did the trick. She came hard, bucking and flailing, and rewarding girlfriend’s efforts with a squirt of clear ejaculate right into her grinning face.

I cut back to boyfriend’s room. The two pretty girls were now kneeling nude in front of him, taking turns dragging the tips of their tongues along the length of his swollen cock, while the short-haired girl was cupping his balls and languidly fingering his ass. It was time.

On my cue, the girls withdrew, leaving boyfriend hard, sweaty, and exceedingly turned-on. Ringmistress gently but firmly removed girlfriend from between her asscheeks where she had been busy, and made her exit.

The actual event took about five seconds, which of course was the whole point. He entered the room, his hard black cock leading the way, where he found his girlfriend flat on her back on the bed, legs splayed wide, playing with her swollen clit, soaking wet and more than ready for him. He entered her with a single thrust, kissing her mouth at the same time, and just like that they were both coming.

They stayed conjoined like that, kissing and touching softly, sweaty and exhausted bodies pressed comfortably up against each other. It was the perfect ending, a long slow fade to black.

***

I got home late, and I got home horny. I had a choice, of course: jerk off, or wake him up for a quick fuck. I chose both.

I pulled off my work clothes, grabbed my USB vibrator from the bedside table (tiny, blue, and surprisingly powerful!), and climbed up onto the bed. I peeled the sheets back so I could admire his sleeping body. He always sleeps in the nude, and it’s adorable.

I pulled my panties down, and finding my pussy still agreeably wet, I pressed the buzzing toy against my quite literally aching clit. I had been needing this for hours, and it felt amazing!

His eyes blinked slowly open, and his cock stiffened at the sight of me masturbating at his feet. “Hi honey, how was work?”

“I need your cock inside me, now! Grab your phone, film it!”

He fumbled for his cell phone while I got my bra off and straddled him, grasping his cock in one hand and taking aim. When he got the camera going, I plunged down, engulfing his delightful, perfectly-shaped penis with my drooling, ravenous cunt.

We had many, many of these little videos. I like to jerk off to them from time to time, and so does he, I think.

With his thick dick filling me up, I let go, surrendering to my arousal. I came hard, bouncing up and down on his cock, my favorite vibrator pressed hard against my clit. My orgasm triggered his, and I felt him swell and shoot off inside me. I collapsed on top of him, kissing his stubbly face and sleepy lips. His softening dick was still clasped inside my extremely juicy pussy, and it felt delicious. I might have to go for a second round.

“Good day at work?” he asked.

“The best,” I replied. “Just like always.”

END

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Mirror, Mirror

August 23, 2024 at 3:02 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , , , , ,


Bored and horny is a dangerous combination. And I was plenty of both.

It was summertime in New Jersey, and I didn’t have a job or a boyfriend, but I did have an air conditioner and a drawer full of sex toys. So I spent a lot of time alone in my room. Masturbating.

The four of us had rented a big old house in central Jersey for the summer. The rent was paid up through September, and included electricity, so there was that.

I had gotten it into my head that I really wanted to fuck my housemate, Simon McDreamboat. The only problem with this scheme, other than obtaining positive consent to fuck his brains out, was that he was dating (and fucking) our other housemate, Stacey. Rather loudly, too. His bedroom was right next to mine, and the walls were not thick.

On the wall of my bedroom, directly opposite the bed, was an extremely large, gilt-framed mirror. That was the reason I had chosen this bedroom: I enjoy watching myself masturbate, and the mirror was positioned perfectly for this activity. So, with a prime view right between my legs, I’d put some quality porn on, enjoy the view of my very own pussy, perchance with one of my dildos sliding in and out of it, and drive my clit to distraction with a small but surprisingly powerful vibrator. And that is how I happened to make my big discovery.

It was one of those really good, full-body, brain-rattling orgasms. My head was thrown back, my back arched like a longbow, my little USB vibrator pressed hard against my clit, a bit fat purple dildo stuffed up my pussy, biting down hard on my lip to keep from screaming out loud (because… modesty?), my legs flailing, and one of my feet kicked the mirror frame, hard. Hard enough that it left a nasty bruise and a broken toenail. Hard enough that one of the wooden curlicues broke off the frame. When I got up to inspect the damage (nothing a little wood glue wouldn’t fix), I discovered that the mirror had swung a few inches away from the wall.

The fucking thing was on hinges.

It obviously hadn’t been moved in a very long time. The hinges were well concealed and very sticky, and there was a distinct outline of dust where the frame had lain against the wall. And behind the mirror was… a matching mirror, mounted on Simon’s bedroom wall. Through the half-silvered glass, I could quite clearly see his night table, his alarm clock, his unmade bed. It was, oh my goodness, a two-way mirror!

My second discovery was a little more deflating. In short order I found out that Simon and Stacey always, always fucked with the lights off. I had been masturbating to their sex noises all summer, and I was bitterly disappointed that I wouldn’t actually get to see any of the action. But there was a consolation prize.

Simon liked to jerk off in the afternoon, and he wasn’t shy about drawing the shades, or turning out the lights. Now, I know some other people may disagree with me, but I believe there is absolutely nothing in this world sexier than watching a guy jerk off when he doesn’t know that anyone is watching!! Holy Cats, I can’t tell you the amount of pleasure I got watching him stroke his cock. It was a beautiful cock, too. And I’m a bit of a connoisseur.

Sometimes, I could make out the porn he was watching on his phone. Sometimes he would break out a Fleshlight type fuck toy, and stick his dick in that. Sometime, not often, but sometimes, he’d stick a cute little glass buttplug up his ass. I found that I had a brand-new hobby! I got really really good at masturbating along with him, and I got so I was generally able to time my own orgasm to coincide with his.

There was only one problem: now more than ever, I really wanted Simon and his pretty cock up inside me!

What’s nearly as good as fucking the cute guy you’re lusting to fuck? Fucking his cute girlfriend.

She came on to me! I had, of course, masturbated to the idea of having sex with her, but then I had masturbated to all of my housemates. And most of my classmates and co-workers, and random people I saw at the grocery story. What can I say, I’m a sex fiend.

Anyway, I was lying around in my bedroom one hot afternoon, half-dressed and enjoying the AC, and not masturbating for once in my life, when Stacey tapped on my door. She had a really bad crick in her shoulder, would I mind rubbing it a little bit?

Why no, I didn’t mind, not at all!

She pulled off her shirt, lay face-down on my bed, and unsnapped her bra. Holy Cats, I just about wet my comfy pants! My pussy was absolutely drooling, and no I was not wearing any panties.

I started rubbing her shoulders, and I quickly found the knot. As I massaged her back, she moaned and groaned like she was playing the lead role in a porno film. There was no way she wasn’t doing this on purpose. I was kind of getting my jollies rubbing my pajama-clad pussy up against her bottom, and it was driving me crazy.

“Why don’t you do the front half now?” she asked, squirming underneath me and flipping over onto her back. I promptly pounced onto her magnificent bare breasts and did my damnedest to shove my tongue straight down her throat.

She reciprocated very enthusiastically, and for a few moments I just enjoyed the fact that I was making out with a girl, a hot girl, who’s beautiful tits were pressed up against mine. It had been a while.

At this point she was wearing nothing but boxer shorts (I recognized those boxers, they belonged to Simon!). She was grinding her crotch up against mine, and I was grinding right back at her. I broke off our kiss long enough to pull my own t-shirt off over my head, and she immediately placed her hands on my tits like, well like a certain horny teenage boy in the back my Accura whom I remember fondly.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” she told me huskily, and she most certainly did not have to ask twice! I slid down her curvaceous body, she lifted her butt up off the bed and I tugged down those boxers, revealing the prettiest little pussy I have ever seen in my life.

She was neatly trimmed, her clit bulged eagerly out, and her lips pouted open, swollen and wet and slippery. I dove right in. She was soaking, absolutely drenched, and her taste was intoxicating. I licked her pussy from the crease of her asscheeks up to her clit and back, over and over again, while she squirmed and sighed. I switched to flicking my tongue against her clit, and her moans got louder, threatening to turn into shrieks. I slid a finger, and then two up inside her red-hot pussy, and I ticked the outside of her asshole with a third finger, keeping my tongue on her clit the whole time, and now she really was shrieking, and suddenly she was coming, coming all over my face.

She squirted all over me, I was drenched and so was my bed. That was a first for me, something I had never experienced firsthand, and I thought it was absolutely the hottest fucking thing ever. I came up for air, sticky, wet, grinning, and ready for more.

I was just about to pull her sweet face between my thighs for some much-needed reciprocation, when we heard a noise from the bedroom next door.

“Holy shit bro, that feels amazing! Where the fuck did you ever learn to suck dick like that?”

Stacey and I looked at each other, mouths agape.

“Oh Dude, stop for a second, you’re going to make me come…! Oh shit yeah, stop. Can we do a sixty-nine?”

I pressed one salty finger against my lips, gesturing for silence, and I switched off the bedside lamp. Tiptoeing across the room, I swung the mirror wide opening, revealing my private window into Simon’s bedroom

There he was, and there was Dan, our other housemate, a bit mousy and a year younger than the rest of us. He had started college early, and did something inscrutable but incredibly brilliant with computers. He was quiet, mostly kept to himself, and, it turns out, was extremely fucking hung!

There was a LOT of dick in that room, and I was loving every inch of it. Dan came up for air, leaving Simon’s wet cock swollen and waggling in the air. His balls were drawn up tight, firm and squeezable. They kissed, dicks rubbing up against each other, and I melted. Absolutely melted. Then Dan lay down on the bed, toes pointing toward Stacey and myself, and Simon climbed on top, and we had an absolutely prime view of Simon doing his best to swallow that entire cock thrusting up into his face. It was priceless, and hot as fuck.

I realized that I was masturbating, and I looked over, and sure enough, so was Stacey.

In the other room, it seemed that Simon had given up on trying to deep throat Dan’s cock. It was just too big. (not to say that I would mind giving it a shot myself!). He was licking it lick an ice cream cone, nibbling the balls, dragging his tongue up and down the impressive length and girth, finally settling on wrapping his lips around the bulbous head of Dan’s cock and sucking on that while he furiously jerked him off. Suddenly Dan squealed something, we couldn’t hear exactly what, he had a mouthful of Simon’s cock, and Dan started flailing his feet and bucking his hips. I loved the way his balls bounced and jiggled as he came. Simon swallowed every last drop.

“Make me come?” Simon half-pleaded. The boys rearranged themselves, with Simon sitting on the bed facing the mirror, watching the action, and Dan between his legs, his head bobbing busily up and down. A long silvery strand of semen dribbled out of Dan’s softening cock. I was entranced.

“Can I eat out your ass?” Dan asked, and by way of answer, Simon got onto his hands and knees with his tight rump thrust upward. Dan stuck his face between Simon’s cheeks and started slurping while Simon jerked off.

It didn’t take long. Simon was jerking off faster and faster, his eyes locked on the mirror. “Oh, oh, oh, it’s so good, don’t stop! Oh dude, I’m going to come! Oh, please, put your finger inside me!”

Young Dan popped up for air, and without a moment’s hesitation, slid a finger or two (I couldn’t see how many) straight up Simon’s ass. His hand replaced Simons’, and he finger-banged Stacey’s boyfriend while furiously jerking him off. Simon exploded, shooting pearly-white globs of semen directly at the mirror. A few drops managed to spatter right onto the glass, a good six feet from where the boys were now cuddled up together at the head of the bed.

Stacey had three fingers crammed up her own pussy, and her eyes sparkled. “That was so fucking hot! I think I need you to fuck me!”

Fortunately, we did have that technology. My last boyfriend had bought me a strap-on, harness and all. I had left the boyfriend, but I’d kept the dildo.

I’d always felt more than a little bit ridiculous getting myself strapped into the harness, but the way Stacey was looking at me as I secured the various belts and closures, and the way she fingered her pussy while she watched helped make me a little less self-conscious.

She swung the mirror closed and clicked on the light. “Do me from behind,” she said. “I want to watch!”

I’d never fucked a girl before, and quite honestly I had always wanted to give it a try. As a matter of fact, I had jerked off to the idea before, donning the harness solo, and envisioning slipping it up inside the wet and willing holes of pretty girls and pounding them senseless with it.

And now I was going to have the opportunity. Stacey was on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror, her tits hanging down like cantaloupes on the vine (do cantaloups even grow on vines? I didn’t know or care!) Her pussy was wide open and drooling wet. I positioned myself behind her, put my hands on her rump, and slid the silicone cock up inside her.

To tell you the truth it was a little tricky finding the right angle and getting the thrusting quite right. But when I was finally all the way up inside her, when the blue dildo was well and truly buried in her cunt, when she was meeting my every thrust with a grunt of her own, bucking her ass back against me, the effort was well worth it! The image of us in the mirror was incredibly hot. Better than any porn I’d ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot.

I was getting some nice stimulation from grinding against the base of my dildo, and it suddenly dawned on me that I might be able to get off this way.

That was when Stacey looked back at me, hair a beautiful mess, biting her lower lip fretfully and said “Would you mind fucking me up the ass?”

Why no, I wouldn’t mind at all. And I had a jar of lube right handy as well. Actually getting the dildo up Stacey’s tight little asshole, that took a lot of work. I ended up licking her anus and slipping a slick finger inside, which she did not mind one bit, before trying again with my big blue dildo.

This time it slipped right in. Stacey gasped, and then growled. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” I could tell she was rubbing her clit hard and fast, but I couldn’t really focus because I was way too turned on. I started humping, fucking her asshole at first as hard as I dared, and then as hard and fast as I could, and with each thrust, the base of the dildo banged against my engorged clit, and pushed me closer to the point of no return.

“Oh shit, I’m fucking coming!” I’m not sure which one of us yelled this, maybe both of us, because we both were. I’m not sure when I’ve had a harder orgasm in my entire life, it just kept coming and coming rolling over me like ocean waves. I wrapped my arms around Stacey’s midsection and held on for the ride. Finally it was over, and I fell onto the bed, a limp ragdoll, my dildo sliding out of Stacey’s ass with an audible *pop*.

“That,” Stacey said with the satisfied smile of a cat who has just snacked on the family canary, “Was absolutely amazing.”

From the other side of the mirror, in Simon’s bedroom, I heard the sound of applause.

Bored and horny is a dangerous combination.

END

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North Country Bureau

August 11, 2024 at 9:03 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , ,

Dear Friend,

When you spoke the other week about wanting to be abducted and mistreated by that creepy, strung-out-on-meth old man in your neighborhood with the bad jailhouse tattoos and extremely poor dental hygiene, just what exactly was the bad treatment you had in mind?

He’s definitely not normal. He might be inbred, I don’t know. I don’t like the looks of him at all. You told me that this wiry old degenerate sets your pheromones buzzing like a nest full of yellowjackets run over by a lawnmower. He’s not really as old as he looks, you know. He’s probably closer to our age, but he’s done some hard living. Almost certainly done some time in prison. Did you see the fingers on his hands? What does it read, tattooed across his knuckles? The letters are too blurry to make out, and probably misspelled too. Those fingers are scarred, broken, stained with nicotine and worse. Those are hands that have absolutely done certain things too awful to speak of.

And his wife. Lord have mercy. His wife is built like a shit brickhouse, big as an NFL linebacker, and mean. She never did get her GED. The freaking woman opens beer bottles with her teeth. Is that how he got his perpetually dirty fingernails inside you, is that how you ended up chained up on the back porch of their single-wide, eating cold Chef Boyardee out of a metal dog bowl, and periodically being pissed on, when they even bothered to remember that you were out there?

Were you flirting with him, in a perfectly innocent fashion, in the checkout line at the Family Nickel? Not that anyone would have nailed it down as flirting, just a few offhand remarks about the weather and a vaguely inappropriate comment about the asparagus from Mexico you were buying. But you noticed the sly leer, the way his eyes traversed your crotch and lingered on your tits and never quite made it all the way up to your face, the Ken-doll bulge in his filthy greasy jeans. His wife noticed too, and she was not amused.

When she showed up at your house the next day, right after the plumbers had left, did your dog run and hide under the sofa, the little coward? Owning an old house is no joke my friend, you don’t have to tell me, and plumbing ain’t cheap. What sob story did she lay on you, did you even bother to expend the energy to believe it, or did your cunt twitch and drool in anticipation of the humiliation and mistreatment to come? Did your nipples stiffen and did your skin turn to gooseflesh when you saw the cruel contemptuous sneer that completely belied the words coming out of her mouth? Why, oh why did you get into her car? Please don’t tell me she offered you candy, I can’t even go there.

Does she drive a retired cop car, with plexiglass separating the front from the back, and no handles on the rear doors and the seatbelts cut out? How much do you think she can bench-press? 200? 250? Did she slam on the brakes a few times at random intervals for the sheer pleasure of battering your face against the plexi shield behind her?

Was Fox News blaring on the TV when she dragged you inside? Why did he have barbed wire, cut into just the right lengths, just lying around in the living room? Did she watch smugly when he used it to bind your wrists and ankles, and when the barbs gouged into your flesh until it bled, did he laugh in your face, or did he just bark curtly at you to “Shaduup”?

Did he make you get down on your knees and beg to suck his cock? Beg, like you were behind on your mortgage and pleading with your skinflint boss for a raise? (My friend, you’ve been working there for three years, you deserve a raise already! At least cost of living, for Christ sake!) Did she sneer at you down there on your knees like a worm, did she tear open your shirt and laugh at your tits and call them ‘udders’? Did she threaten to twist your nipples off with a pair of lineman’s pliers, and did you suddenly sickly realize that she really would too? When he finally relented, and unfastened his belt and undid his Levi’s, was his cock the size, shape, and smell of a dried shitake? Did it taste like a stale dried mushroom too? How long did you suck on it, desperate and afraid and wishing you could just get him off and make it all stop? Did you lick his balls as well, all musty and shrunken, did you stick your tongue up his puckered ass? All without a twitch from his penis, not the slightest hint of an erection? Did he finally get fed up and pissed-off and frustrated, and shove you roughly down on the floor and beat you across the face with the buckle end of his belt until your lip was busted open and at least one tooth was shattered?

Did she laugh at you, and blow menthol cigarette smoke right up in your bloodied and swollen face? Did you watch him hungrily watching you as she pulled off those disgusting paisley tights, no panties on underneath, and grab you by the hair and pull you in between those monstrous thighs? Could you even find her clit in that mass of slippery moist flesh? Was the taste of piss, menstruation, sweat, and yeast overwhelming, did it make you gag? Did you try to scream into her cunt when you realized she had no intention of even letting you breathe, and your hunger for air became unbearable? Did she get even hotter and wetter and more slimy as you desperately struggled for your life? Did you keep right on licking her, knowing full well that you were asphyxiating, in the vain hope that if you got her off she might let you have one gasp of air? Did she keep you right there, buried in the folds of her obscene flesh, until you passed out?

When you came to, were you chained up and naked on the back porch: cheap warped and untreated Home Depot lumber knocked together with drywall screws and left exposed to the elements? Was there a loop of airplane cable wrapped around your neck and swaged in place? Was there a metal dog dish with cold Chef Boyardee in it? Did you eat it, out of sheer hunger and desperation? Was there shit, actual human shit, mixed in with the raviolis? Did you vomit, or did you just want to throw up?

Did they call up all their friends and invite them over? Did you recognize half those guys and that one lady from Family Court and APS? Did they laugh at you? Did one of them whip out his dick and piss in your face?

Did he give you his Zippo lighter and make you crawl around the living room on your knees, ankles and wrists still painfully bound, Fox still blasting inanely on the TV, lighting all their cigarettes for them and calling them ‘Sir’ and ‘Madam’? Did you fumble the lighter and drop it on the baby shit-colored beer-stained polyester carpet, and did he fly into a rage? Did she hold you upright by the hair and did he whip your tits and belly with the bare copper end of an old extension cord until you thought the flesh had all been flayed away and he was whipping away at your bare rib bones?

Did they all laugh at your misery?

When he was finally done whipping you, when his arm was tired, did he hold a taser against your neck and force you the stick the bent tines of a metal salad fork into an electrical outlet? Was the shock like getting kicked in the cunt with a steel-toe boot? Did all his friends laugh uncontrollably, dangerously, like a lynch mob, when the main breaker for the trailer tripped and all the lights went out and every single clock in the place would have to be reset? Did he tase you anyway then, just out of spite?

Did she set your hair on fire, for the sadistic pleasure of watching you flail around trying to put it out? Did she force your mouth open and put out her cigarette on your tongue while they all hooted and hollered like it was lady’s night at WWF?

Did she slip a latex piggy snout with a rubber band over your nose, and did they all think that was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen in their life? Did they take pictures? Did he rudely shove those creepy, warped tattooed fingers up inside you with no preamble whatsoever just to show everyone how wet you were, how you were loving this? You and I know that just because a woman is wet, it doesn’t mean she’s enjoying herself, but part of you really did like it, is that true?

Did he bend you over the coffee table, raw and damaged tits pressed into their ashtrays and spilled beer, and did he spread your cheeks apart for everyone to gawk at and admire? Did you secretly wish you could get a snapshot of that moment? Why did he spit on your asshole when it was your cunt that was ravenous, salivating, wet as Lake Fucking Michigan, your clit bulging, your hole gaping wide open and begging to be used? When he fucked your ass, did he somehow manage to get his cock hard, or did he sodomize you with his bare-knuckle fingers, a dog’s rawhide bone, his wife’s dildo, the handle of a Nicopress tool? Whatever he did, it hurt. It felt like he did some damage back there. Somebody fucked your ass, probably multiple somebodies, and came in there. At some point during the fucking, did she put a plastic bag over your head, exactly the way the warning label says not to, and hold it in place with those awful hands of hers while the world of pain and smoke and laughter and misery became increasingly foggy and finally slipped away?

That’s probably when they all broke out the stash of crystal meth.

When you opened your eyes again, were you cold and soaking wet, all alone on the back porch? Had it started to storm, and were you naked and shivering, lashed by the wind and a freezing cold rain straight out of Canada? Is that when you realized you were probably not going to survive the night?

Had they just forgotten you were even out there?

When did you realize that the 1/8” aircraft cable swaged too tightly around your neck was secured at the other end to a railing that was more rotten than his two front teeth? How long did it take you to bust the railing loose? How far did you crawl before you felt safe enough to stop for a minute and unwrap that horrible barbed wire from your wrists and from your ankles? How long did it take you in the cold wet woods and along the side of secondary roads to limp back to your own house? Was your little dog so thrilled to see you that she jumped up and down and licked your blood-stained face?

You probably already know this, but you need a special tool to cut through aircraft cable. Will your dental insurance cover the broken teeth? You should probably get some bloodwork done, just to be on the safe side.

Take good care of yourself and be careful!

Your Friend Always,

Elsie

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