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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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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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Leah’s Dick

February 7, 2024 at 4:49 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

“So, are you going to fuck her?”

“Well yeah, that was my plan…”

There was a long pause.

“With MY dick?”

God-dammit.

“Come on Leah, she’s really hot!”

“She’s a skank.”

“But I’m so horny! And she’s really into it!”

There was another long pause. Leah was considering my dilemma. She was both my best friend and my arch-nemesis. And right now she was in grad school in Kentucky. “You’re really horny, huh?”

“Yes, I’m dying! Can’t I at least jerk off??”

“No.” There was another pause. Damn her. “No, I don’t have time to watch this weekend. Too busy with school. Don’t worry. I’ll make some phone calls. But I don’t want you putting MY dick in that… skank.”

Well crap, so much for my weekend. I texted Am*b to let her know we couldn’t hang out this weekend after all. Fuckin’ Leah and her high standards. I couldn’t even masturbate, not in good conscience. And all because of a stupid bet I’d lost in the eighth grade. It was Leah’s dick. And she still had the piece of paper, complete with my childish signature, to prove it.

Am*b responded with a terse “ok”. She wasn’t the kind of girl who would hang out and wait for a second chance. I wouldn’t be hearing from her again.

I resigned myself to playing computer games all fucking weekend. I booted up Exoplanet Prospectors and tried not to think about sex. My dick felt heavy and thick between my legs. Excuse me, her dick.

When the intercom rang, I buzzed them right in. Almost certainly one of my neighbors ordering Thai food. I didn’t think twice about it, and went back to defending my asteroid outpost, currently in the process of getting overrun by slime creatures. It looked to be a losing battle.

I had already forgotten about the buzzer when I heard the knock. Puzzled, I answered the door and found myself face to face with a handsome lady, at least twenty years my senior, wearing an incredibly short yellow dress under a beige trench coat. She had a mop of brown hair with salt-and-pepper roots, and big pink-rimmed glasses that on someone else might have looked frumpy. Her tits threatened to pop right out of the front of her dress. A gold band glimmered on the fourth finger of her left hand.

“Well don’t look so surprised, Leah said you were expecting me. Now show me in, and ask me if I would like a drink.”

She rolled her eyes when she saw the beer selection. “A glass of water will do just fine, thanks.” She used the water to wash down four or five pills. “Now,” she said, “I believe you were about to show me your bedroom?”

Thank God I’d changed the sheets.

Leah’s friend sat down on the side of the bed. She seemed faintly amused by my dwelling. Her tits continued to threaten to burst out of her skimpy yellow dress. She caught me staring, and smirked.

“Leah said you have something that belongs to her. I’d like to see it now, IF you don’t mind.”

I did not mind. I was already plenty hard as I unzipped my jeans and fished my dick –Leah’s dick—out.

“Ooh,” Mrs. X purred. “Verrry nice!” She stroked the underside, making me twitch involuntarily. “Would you like to see these?” she teased, shaking her sizeable bust. Yes, I would like that.

I’m not a fan of big tits for bigness’ sake, but hers were large and gorgeous. And none the worse for age, as far as I could see.

While I was busy admiring her breasts, she cheekily swallowed my cock. Leah’s cock. Whatever. Her mouth felt amazing, hot and wet. Her tongue did acrobatics. She squeezed my balls as she came up for air.

“You,” she said, with a fat smirk on her face, “Need to be naked now. Right now.” I’m not sure what it was about me that she found so endlessly amusing, but I complied, stripping hurriedly out of my remaining clothes.

“Lay down on the bed,” she told me. “Face down. I want to eat out your ass. Unless you’re a prude…?”

I was not a prude. I lay face down on the bed, my hard cock pressed into my belly, and she spread my ass cheeks and blew softly on my exposed hole. She started exploring all around the area with the tip of her tongue, tracing up and down my crevice and the sensitive skin behind my balls. The feeling was exquisite. I moaned out, and she giggled loudly, and started licking at my anus. It was my ass, not Leah’s, but I wasn’t about to quibble. The sensations were just amazing!

She tongued my asshole, making me moan and drool, making my cock harder than hard. She stroked and licked my ball sac. Her fingers probed inside my wet hole, a sensation I found surprisingly pleasurable. I arched my back, straining for more. But she was ready to shift gears.

“Roll over.”

She peeled off the remains of her yellow dress. She had a soft, comfortable looking belly, and a fluffy triangle of light brown pubic hair between her legs. She eyed me critically.

“Don’t hold back,” she instructed. “As soon as you’re all the way inside, I want you to hump me as hard and fast as you can. I’ll take care of the rest. Understood?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She straddled me, grasping my cock purposefully with one hand, guiding it into her pussy. Once she was on target, she sat down, engulfing me in her scalding hot, slippery bliss.

I did exactly as instructed, humping up against her with everything I had. I felt my orgasm in my toes, and I did not hold back, bellowing incoherently up at her. Her eyes were screwed up tight, her tits shook wildly as she bounced, her fingers busy stimulating her fat clit as my naked cock slid in and out of her juicy pussy.

We both came, hard. I think I passed out for a moment, because the next thing I remember is her slithering back into that tight yellow dress. She picked up her trench coat from where she had abandoned it in a pile on my floor. My belly was coated in a viscous puddle of our comingled juices.

“See you around,” she fluttered her fingers in my direction. My wet asshole twitched. “Thanks for the ride.”

And with that, she was gone.

*

“Holy shit Leah!”

“Well it is my dick,” Leah gloated, “I wouldn’t want for it to be neglected.”

“It’s a very nice one,” she went on, “I’m quite fond of it. And I don’t even like dicks. But I have a friend who does. I want you to show him a good time.”

Now, I’m not especially bisexual. And even if I was, Gabe wouldn’t have been my type. Too young, too skinny, too swooshy.

Leah joined in for this one, via video link. She directed the action, starting with the kissing, and I was somewhat surprised to find that, while guy-on-guy action may not have been my first choice, it could also be quite hot.

I enjoyed kissing him, and I liked the way his body responded. I felt his cock grow hard inside his pants as we made out, and Leah told me to squeeze him, to unzip him, to stroke him. It really wasn’t that much different from kissing a girl, his lips were soft and he didn’t have any stubble, but I really like the way his cock jumped and strained as I teased him.

“Be rough with him,” Leah instructed. “Slap him around, show him who’s boss. He loves it.”

I grabbed a fistful of his hair, and kissed him hard, biting his lower lip until he cried out. I threw him onto the bed, and climbed on top, wrestled his shirt off, pulled his pants down around his ankles. His dick was a little large than mine, a fact that for whatever reason didn’t bother me at all.

“Fuck his face” Leah told me. She was very obviously enjoying the show. I did as she said, squatting over his smooth chest and pinching his nipples cruelly while shoving my cock roughly into his mouth, making him choke and gag on it. He certainly didn’t seem to mind. I loved the way he was able to take my whole length into his mouth, my balls resting comfortably against his lips, while he gurgled with pleasure on my cock. It felt amazing, the guy was a human Dyson! He sucked dick far better than most women I’d been with! I could very easily have come right then and there in his mouth, but I didn’t.

Leah didn’t tell me to flip him over and eat his ass out, but she certainly didn’t object. I enjoyed his musty, clean taste and the noises he made as I crammed my tongue as far as I could up his asshole. I was a little surprised just how hard this made me. I hoped Mrs. X had gotten the same amount of pleasure from eating out my own asshole.

I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to suck his dick –what if he came in my mouth?? And I also wasn’t sure how I felt about full-on anal penetration, though if that was what Leah wanted me to do with her dick, who was I to argue? In any event, she had other ideas.

“Very nice,” Leah said, “But roll him over now, rub your dick up against his, make him come that way.”

I did as I was told.

“Zoom the camera in so I can see… Dammit you’re a klutz!”

It was easier to let Gabe do all the work. He frantically humped his erection against mine, while I kept the camera pointed right at the action. It did feel really nice, and I quickly realized that he was going to get me off.

“Oh shit yeah, you fucking little slut,” I put one hand on his throat, not hard enough to choke him, just hard enough to remind him who was in charge. He whimpered and thrust even harder.

Suddenly I was coming, and that triggered his orgasms. Our dueling dicks spurted and spasmed as we moaned our pleasure. Gobs and gobs of pearly white semen flooded out, soaking us both. I fell onto him, and we kissed tenderly. Somewhere in the background, I could hear the quick little gasps of Leah getting herself off.

“Well,” she said when we were all done, and Gabe had gotten up to pee and Kleenex off. “That was pretty hot.”

*

And after Gabe, nothing. Two months of no action whatsoever. Every weekend, I would ask Leah for permission to masturbate, and almost invariably, she would respond with a terse “no.” Sometimes I would cheat, and jerk off anyway, but she always seemed to know, and when Leah is pissed off she can get really nasty and personal. A couple of time she agreed to let me pleasure myself, but she insisted that I do it in front of the camera, and I couldn’t decide if not knowing who was watching me jerk off was disturbing or kind of hot. Probably a little of both.

I had saved up a little money, and I was thinking of asking Leah about buying back my penis. Then Leah called me up out of the blue. She told me she was in town. She said she needed her dick. She gave me an address that was half an hour away. She told me to take a shower and be there in twenty minutes. She sounded drunk.

Damnit, I was already getting hard.

My dick –her dick—whatever– may have been in a hurry, but I wasn’t. I took my time. I showered, I shaved, I put on aftershave, I gave my pubes a little trim. I took my time driving over there, and knocked on the door. My erection strained impatiently the whole time.

A familiar face opened the door. It wasn’t Leah, it was the older woman with the pink glasses and the wedding band who had visited my apartment all those months ago. She had on a red velvet dressing gown embossed with golden dragons, and she was wearing nothing else.

“Well,” she said, squeezing my dick through my pants, “Look who decides to show up! You certainly took your sweet time! Come on in!” she tugged on my cock like a leash. “We’re going to have some fun!” She was clearly high as a kite. On what, I wondered?

Leah frowned when she saw me. “You certainly took your sweet time. Take your clothes off. Sit there.” I opened my mouth to protest, and then thought better of it. “Sit and be quiet.”

I sat upright in a straight-backed wooden chair across from the sofa, which was red as sin. My dick stood straight up at full attention. Leah’s friend dropped the dressing gown. I ogled her body shamelessly. The first time, when she had visited my apartment, we had been way too busy fucking for me to really appreciate how lovely she really was. The mature Mrs. X was all soft curves; large breasts with big brown areolae, shapely hips, a soft tummy, a nicely rounded dumpling ass with thick thighs, and a neatly trimmed tuft of light-brown pubic hair. She caught me staring, eyeing her up and down, and she grinned and winked broadly, like a burlesque performer hamming it up.

I’d never actually seen Leah naked. Despite the fact that she had seen me in the most intimate ways possible, I had never glimpsed so much as one of her nipples. So I was slightly flabbergasted when she peeled off her t-shirt and jeans and there was nothing on underneath; no bra, no panties, just skin, perfect bare flesh. She was beautiful, flawless. Pale, slender and sleek, taut belly. Her breasts were small and streamlined, conical with puffy areolae and barely perceptible nipples. Her pussy was shaved bare. Plump labia formed a smug crease between her legs. Her ass was absolutely gorgeous. On one cheek was a small red she-devil with big tits and a spiked serpentine tail and a pitchfork.

“When did you get a tattoo?” I asked.

“Never you mind,” she replied. The women then proceeded to ignore me for a while.

Watching the two naked women make out together on the scarlet couch was incredibly erotic. They both seemed to have forgotten entirely about my presence. They kissed deeply, running their fingers through each other’s hair, cupping breasts and squeezing nipples, caressing each other’s thighs and buttocks. Leah kissed her friends’ neck and nibbled her earlobe while Mrs. X let her fingers stray between Leah’s thighs, parting her puffy hairless labia and exposing the moist inner folds. I could see her clit, tiny, pink, and swollen. Leah’s breath was hoarse and rapid.

I couldn’t help myself. Leah could say whatever she wanted, but I needed touch. As Mrs. X pushed her back on the red sofa, slipped a pillow under her butt, and knelt between Leah’s wide-splayed legs, I started gently stroking my desperately hard cock. The slurping sex noises were killing me. Leah buried her fingers in her lover’s thick brown hair while Mrs. X lapped noisily at her pussy and clit, and glanced up long enough to leer obscenely at me as I touched myself before diving back in to her slick wet feast.

Leah and I had jerked off together a few times back in high school when she had first taken possession of my dick, and I knew the signs pretty well. Leah was about to come. It took every last bit of my self-restraint to not come right along with her, like we used to do, downstairs in her family’s game room with her hands crammed down the front of her pants and me on full display. Leah’s legs stuck out at right angles, every muscle rigid, toes clenched, and with both hands she crammed Mrs X’s face into her crotch. She came loud, and hard and long, not caring whether the neighbors or in fact the whole neighborhood knew she was having an orgasm. When Mrs. X finally came up for air, her face was shiny with wetness, and she was wearing a big fat grin.

They spooned for a little while, stroking each other’s pussy and breasts, and kissing. This did not last long. Soon, Leah was between our friend’s thighs, licking busily at her pussy. My cock (her cock) strained and ached, and the head was already liberally coated with clear, slippery pre-come.

They shifted position. Now Mrs. X was on her hands and knees, her big tits dangling and swaying as Leah ate her out from behind. I was dying, absolutely dying.

“I need you to use my dick now,” Leah said. She produced a bottle from somewhere and dribbled slippery stuff all over my achingly hard erection. “Fuck her ass,” she hissed at me, “Fuck her right up the pooper!”

Mrs. X was still kneeling, fingers busy between her own legs. Lithe as a weasel, Leah slithered in between those thick thighs, and resumed her licking.

I positioned myself behind Mrs. X, letting my slippery cock rub nestle in between her voluptuous ass cheeks. She purred and pressed back against me. I nudged the tip of my dick up against her puckered asshole.

“Oooh, naughty boy!” she exclaimed happily, wiggling her backside. “So that’s what you want?”

Well, yes it actually was, but it was also what Leah had told me to do, and she was driving this train, not me.

There was almost no resistance as I penetrated her. Her body just swallowed me up. I could her the muffled slurping of Leah licking at her clit, and I could feel her fingers inside Mrs. X’s pussy as I buried my cock all the way up to the balls in her ass. Her anus squeezed me tight, like a living cock ring.

“Oh God, you two…” her voice trailed off, and she humped languidly back against me. “I do love a good butt fucking!”

I did my best to hold back, but it was way too much for me. Fortunately, nobody seemed to mind. I exploded inside Mrs. X, pumping her ass full of my sticky semen, my cock twitching and spurting, waves of pleasure curling my toes and making me cry out. Just as I came, Leah’s tongue on her clit set Mrs. X off, and she came too, crying out loud, her body shaking. I hugged her tight and squeezed her tits and kissed the back of her neck as she orgasmed on my softening dick.

Finally, we were all satisfied, disentangled, and halfway toweled off. I laid my head in Mrs. X’s lap, and she idly stroked my hair.

“Leah,” she said thoughtfully, “What would you think about selling me this dick of yours…”

“Talk to me,” Leah said. “Make me an offer.”

END

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Wild Bill

September 23, 2009 at 4:20 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , ,

“Hey Kid, you know the difference between kinky and perverted?”  Wild Bill put down the grinder and sat down beside me.

We were up on the thirteenth floor, a hundred feet or so above the sidewalk, sitting on a big steel beam.  All day he’d been grinding off angle clips, moving them two inches higher, clamping them in place; and then I would weld them back onto the steel column.  All kinds of fun.

“What’s the difference Bill?”  I’d been on the gang a little over two weeks, and Wild Bill and me had immediately hit it off.  He was probably 20 years older than me; when he forgot to shave his head, the stubble came in grey.  He had a little bit of a beer belly and a whole lot of jailhouse tattoos and some nasty scars and a collection of bent and twisted fingers that had all been broken many times over, but he was also piercingly intelligent, possessed of a sick sense of humor, and the man walked the high steel like a great, malevolent spider.  I kind of had a crush on him.

I’d come on as a welder, $25 an hour cash under the table.  Nobody ever asked to see my welding certification, which was good because I didn’t have one.  I’d learned to weld at art school, making huge and fantastically ugly sculptures out of steel.

“The difference is if you’re kinky you use a feather.  If you’re perverted you use the whole damn bird.”

Much later that day.  We were across the street at the Mother Superior, getting soused on cheap red wine.  Most of the gang drank Budweiser, but Wild Bill drinks wine and I did too.

“The important thing is to know whether you’re just kinky or fully perverted.”  Bill does that a lot: he picks up running where he’d left a conversation hours before.  He spent a lot of time in the joint (apparently he had a nasty habit of knocking over liquor stores and gas stations when he was younger), and that may be where he picked up that habit.  I found it alternately disorienting and endearing.

The rest of the gang: Carlos, Tulio, Ugly John and Jitters, had cut out a while ago.  It was a weeknight and we all had to be at work the next morning at seven, sober or not.  The place was pretty empty and kind of dark.  We were sitting at a small table in the corner, and I realized that we were sitting a little closer than strictly necessary, and that the sexual tension in the room was off the freaking charts.  I hadn’t masturbated in, well in several days, and all of a sudden my clit was stiff as a jelly bean.  I strongly suspected that my panties were more than a little bit moist.  I really wanted him to touch me.

Wild Bill poured me a short glass of wine, killing the bottle.  He leaned over the table and almost shyly placed one hand on my knee.  I swear all of a sudden I was sitting in a puddle of joy juice.  My panties were drenched and squishy.  He ran his other hand over his scarred, bald head.  “Would you care to step into my office?”

Well, that sounded just fine.

About two seconds later I found myself in a place I’d never been before: the men’s room of the Mother Superior Bar & Grill.  There was a urinal on the wall, a toilette with the seat up right next to it, and a sink.  The place smelled like pee and dirty man.

Wild Bill was leaning against the wall next to the paper towel dispenser, and I was on my knees on the filthy black-and-white tiled floor, trying to tug his jeans down.

Ok, I was a little drunk, and more than a little horny, and over-eager, and not very coordinated.  I had a lot of trouble with his button-fly.  It didn’t help that his boner was doing it’s best to burst through the denim.

Finally I got his pants down around his ankles.  It was then that I noticed his underwear.  Where I had expected to see tighty-whities or maybe striped boxers, Bill was wearing green, lacey, low-rise Victoria’s Secret bikini panties.  And his junk was protruding eagerly from the front of them.

Well, I liked his taste in panties!  I tugged the soft material down out of the way and his cock sprung out to meet me.  My friends, Wild Bill was HUNG!  I’m not especially a size queen, though a big dick sure looks good in porn; and I’m lousy at estimating penis size, but this was ridiculous, well outside the mean.  I didn’t think I’d be able to fit the entire thing in my mouth, but I was more than willing to give it a shot.

It was thick and veiney, and the bulbous head was bright red and oozing sweet, sticky boy-juice.

“Yeah, suck me good, Kid”

Well I certainly intended to!

I opened my mouth wide and swallowed.  I was right, I couldn’t get more than maybe half that thing inside my mouth.  I wondered what it would be like to try taking it in certain other places.  Probably pretty nice, given a proper warm-up.

His cock was alive, thrusting in my mouth, fucking my face.  I did my best to keep up, grasping his tight muscular buns in each hand and swirling my tongue all over his big dick, keeping my teeth well out of the way.  Bill had both hands in my hair, still thrusting, but honestly I was doing most of the work now that I knew how he wanted it, bobbing my head up and down his glistening rigid shaft.  Bill was moaning and groaning so loud I thought the whole bar could probably hear, and I didn’t care at all.  In fact, I thought it was pretty hot.

I slipped my middle finger in between his buttocks and started tickling his little hole.

“Aw fuck Kid, I’m gonna come!”  Bill did his absolute best to jam his whole cock down my throat, and I did my absolute best to accommodate him.

He howled out loud like he was giving birth or something and jammed my face into his crotch.  I penetrated his asshole with my middle finger and I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and then he was squirting copious amounts of hot sticky, salty, bitter semen.  I swallowed it all and stayed with him as his proud erection started to go soft.

“Do you mind if I piss in your mouth, Kid?”

“Mmm-mmm!” I agreed happily, lips wrapped around his much-reduced dick and eyes gazing worshipfully up at his scarred face.

It took him a few minutes to relax enough.  I kept expecting someone to thump on the bathroom door and ruin the moment, but thankfully we were left in peace just long enough.  He closed his eyes and bit his lip and I let his soft dick rest on my tongue and then I felt his balls twitch, and finally he let a squirt of pee out.  I swallowed it hungrily, and it was followed by another, stronger stream.  My mouth was suddenly full of his hot, salty piss, and I was having to swallow fast and hard to keep up.

I’d never tasted pee before, and I was relieved to find that it was non-disgusting.  Not exactly something I’d put on my breakfast cereal, but in the heat of the moment and fresh from the source, it certainly did the trick.

When he was all done, he withdrew his penis and I licked the last golden drops off the tip.  Then he pulled his panties back up, buttoned his jeans, kissed me roughly on the lips, and we exited the men’s room together.

I half-expected a standing ovation from the bar, but nobody was paying us any attention.  They were all busy getting drunk.  We freshened up our wine glasses.

“That was fucking awesome Kid.  You wanna hang out here some more, or do you feel like coming over to my place?”

His place.  Definitely.

Wild Bill’s place was out on Staten Island.  We took the ferry over there, standing on the deck in the moonlight watching the towers of Manhattan recede, bodies pressed together against the chill night wind.  He was big and strong and solid and alive next to me.  I was so fucking horny I could taste it.  I playfully felt up his dick through his work jeans.  He was nicely erect, long and hard.  So Bill was still horny too.

Bill put his arms around me and whispered huskily in my ear, “I can’t wait to suck your cock.”

Holy Shit.

He still thought I was a dude.

Honestly, I hadn’t set out to fool anyone.  I’m not built like a supermodel, I had short hair at the time; and if you’ve ever done outdoor construction work in New York in the winter, you know you have to wear a bunch of layers: long underwear, Carharrts, jog bra, t-shirt, sweater, thermal socks, etc etc.  Even my name is kind of androgynous; and the guys mostly just called me ‘Kid’ anyway.  Actually I’d kind of forgotten that there might be any confusion at all.  I wasn’t the strongest of the gang, but I certainly wasn’t the weakest either; I could pull my own weight.  It had never occurred to me that I had Bill fooled anyway.

I felt his erection, straining through his dirty jeans, and gave him a squeeze.  “I want you to fuck me cross-eyed” I whispered back.  I really wanted him to, too.

We stumbled off the ferry and into a taxi, and then after a short drive, we stumbled out of the taxi and up the steps into Wild Bill’s duplex apartment.

As soon as the front door closed behind us, we were all over each other.  Bill wasn’t a physically big guy –I was a hair taller than him-, but he was incredibly strong and solid and compact and it felt really good to have my hands all over him– on his stubbly, scarred face, around his shoulders, gripping his tight little butt.  He was a really good kisser; aggressive and sensitive and playful and not too much tongue.

We maneuvered, still smooching and groping, into Wild Bill’s living room.  A little shove from me and he went sprawling onto the floor.  His t-shirt went flying.  He had a wicked scar on his chest, as if someone had tried to do unauthorized open-heart surgery on him sometime in the past, and a lot of tattoos.  His jeans came off, and his green lace panties too.

I got him on his knees and stuck my face between his cheeks, doing my damndest to stick my tongue all the way up his ass while I tugged on his cock.

Bill was moaning and gurgling as I assaulted his tight little asshole with my wine-stained tongue.  If I got any hornier, I was going to soak all the way through my Carharrts.  I unbuttoned the fly and stuck a hand down my own panties, finding the situation down there shockingly slippery.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to come” Bill moaned into the carpet.  Well, I wasn’t that far off myself.

“I want you to fuck me now” I said.  I was grinding my fingers against my clitoris and teetering right on the brink.  His balls were drawn up tight and his oversized cock hung down thickly.

“Condom” he said, “Lube.”

While he rolled the condom on, I pulled my workpants and undies off and knelt down in front of him, ass thrust up lasciviously.  He applied lube to my rear end generously.  It was cold when it touched my sensitive flesh and it made me shiver delightfully.  I wiggled my ass and he chuckled.

He started fingering my butt and it felt heavenly.  I really wanted him to stick a couple fingers up my cunt while he was doing that, but I couldn’t exactly ask him for that.

“Do you like that Kid?” he asked.

Oh man, the things his fingers were doing to my backside!  I think my joy juice was running in streams down my thighs.  “I want you to fuck my ass hard” I told him.

“You want it,” he said, replacing the finger up my butt with his latex-wrapped cock between my cheeks, “you got it!”

I felt the head of his dick nudging at my asshole, and I breathed deep, trying to relax.  Between the lube and my own juice, I was incredibly wet back there.  He pushed forward, and the pressure back there increased.  Another gentle nudge forward.  I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to take this.  It almost hurt, I was right on the edge.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.  Keep going.  Slow.”

I couldn’t resist petting my wet cunt.  His  hand was pressing down on my lower back.  Just as my asshole started to get used to the idea it was getting invaded by the battleship Missouri, he pressed forward and there was a flash of pain and then it was gone and suddenly he was inside me.

The sensations back there were absolutely blowing me away.  I felt stretched to the limit, full of cock.  He started out gently, pressing in so I thought my clit would pop, then pulling all the way out, then shoving it back inside.

“Are you all the way in?”

“Almost”

“Do it harder.”

He had found his rhythm now, and he was using my ass for his pleasure.  I knew he was all the way in when his chest was pressed against my back.  He offered me a finger to suckle on, and reached around the front, presumably to jerk me off while he fucked my ass.

I felt his puzzlement as his hand groped my crotch, feeling for something that wasn’t there and then finding something very different indeed.

He stopped mid-thrust.  “You’re a girl?”

“Just fuck me!” I begged.

He complied, fucking my upturned ass harder and harder as I showed him I could take it.  He buried a long crooked finger up my sopping wet pussy.

“I’m gonna come girl!  I’m gonna fucking come in your asshole!”

Oh yeah.  The things his cock was doing to my ass, his finger up my cunt, my clit rubbing against the palm of his hand, two months of deprivation, nothing but solo action with fingers and vibrator; I went off like a roman candle, shooting balls of flame from every orifice.  I came and I came and I came, swearing like an ironworker, spitting and shaking and cursing and writing, impaled on his dick.  I heard him come more than I felt it, a long, drawn-out growl/groan, and he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as if he had just run a race.

He carefully extracted his wilting condom-covered cock from my now super-sensitive asshole.  We drunkenly, sloppily kissed a little bit more, and then staggered off to his bed, where we both slept naked, like spoons in a drawer.

When Bill’s alarm went off at 4:30, his hand was cupping my breast, which felt right and good.  He got up, naked in all his scarred and tattooed glory, and started the coffee, then came back to bed.

“Why didn’tcha tell me?  I’d a fucked your pussy.”

I stretched and groped him lewdly.  “I wanted you to fuck my ass.  Maybe later on you can fuck my pussy.”

I liked watching him get dressed.  He put on a pair of girls’ panties again, a red g-string.  He caught me staring and winked.

Coffee and a quick taxi ride to the ferry.  It was still dark out and a few bright stars braved the light polluted sky over the city.  We sat quietly near the bow, surrounded by other bleary-eyed construction workers just trying to get to work.

“Sometimes I wear a butt plug to work,” Bill told me quietly, “Whatdya think, kinky or perverted?”

“Depends,” I told him, “Do I get to pee in your mouth after you eat me out?”

“Definitely perverted, Kid” Wild Bill chuckled, “Most definitely.”

END

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In Therapy

August 8, 2009 at 1:02 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

It was raining in the city, and the subway was crowded and slow, and I was nearly late for my first appointment.  I’d been warned that I should be there fifteen minutes early the first time; I walked into the office right at the stroke of eight, thoroughly disheveled and dripping wet.

The receptionist was a dowdy-looking middle-aged Jewish lady with a thick Brooklyn accent and bifocals.  She had a long series of forms for me to fill out: past medical history, billing information, consent and release papers, etc. This was all mildly annoying because I’d already filled out most of them online already.  When I was done, I handed the clipboard back to the frizzy-haired receptionist, who went over my paperwork with a red pen, checking boxes off.

“Marks or no?”

“I’m sorry?” I said.

Receptionist pushed back her glasses and looked up at me.  “Can we leave marks and bruises on your skin, or would you prefer there be none?”

“Oh…” I looked guiltily down at the ring on the fourth finger of my left hand.  “Marks and bruises are fine… as long they’re under my regular clothes.”

“Of course.”  Receptionist stifled a yawn, took my credit card, ran it through the machine, and gave it back to me.  She reminded me of the grandmother I’d never met, and I felt vaguely self conscious knowing that she’d just read through the intensely personal questionnaire I’d just filled out.  (Date of last menstruation? Anal penetration y/n? Any phobias; piercings, allergies? Aversion to urine or other bodily fluids?) “You can go in now.  First door on the right.  The doctor will see you shortly.”

I swallowed hard and headed for the corridor behind the receptionist’s desk.

“Take your coat!” Delia (I only learned her name later) called after me, “Our clients leave through a separate exit.”  She pronounced every syllable of ‘separate’ distinctly.  “Enjoy your visit Honey.”

Heart fluttering like a butterfly, I scooped up my wet rain jacket and bustled past Delia’s desk into the beige-carpeted hallway.  Going through the first door on the right, I found myself alone in a small, nearly bare room that smelled faintly of bleach.  The floor was hard and cold, tiny white tiles, and there was a drain near the center of the room.  There was a d-ring on a steel plate bolted into the floor.  The only furniture was a black folding chair, a medical-looking cabinet, and a coat rack.  I sat down on the chair with my jacket wadded up in my lap, and waited.

After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only five minutes, the door opened and an efficient young black woman in a lab coat came in.  She introduced herself as Elka and asked me to disrobe.  She was about my age, slender and attractive, and spoke with a faint accent that I couldn’t place.  Egyptian?  Peruvian?

Feeling her eyes on me, I stood up and started undressing.  I stepped out of my shoes, pulled off my blouse and skirt.  I looked over at her and she nodded.  I unsnapped my bra, and stepped out of my panties.

“Very good.” Elka said nodding, and I took it as a compliment and flushed.  The air in the room was cold.  “You may hang up your clothing or fold them on the chair.”  I did so.  “Now I have to get you ready.  You will kneel please?”

I got down on my knees.  The tile was cold and hard on my flesh.  Elka opened the cabinet and pulled a few items out.  “I have to secure you, yes?”  She fastened my wrists behind my back with velcro restraints.  She placed a studded leather dog collar around my throat.  Then she took out a heavy chain with snaphooks on both ends.  She fastened one end to the d-ring in the floor, the other to the collar around my neck.  It was just long enough to allow me to kneel upright.

“Comfortable?” she asked.  I nodded.  “The doctor will see you shortly.”  She smiled, a big friendly smile full of perfect white teeth, and she left the room, closing the door behind herself.

I waited another eternity.  My skin was goose-bumpy and I kind of had to pee, and my knees ached on the hard tile.  Finally the door opened again and the doctor entered the room.  He wasn’t what I had expected at all: he was a cherubic little man in a tweed suit, maybe fifty or so, plump and balding with rosy cheeks and delicate round eyeglasses and a perpetually amused smile on his face.

“So what brings you in to see us today?” he asked as he put on a pair of latex gloves.  He had the faint New Yawk accent of an educated native.

“It’s complicated…”

“Of course it is.”  He snapped the latex gloves around his wrists and started rummaging through the cabinet behind me, just out of my sight.  “It’s always complicated.  Hopefully you will find what we do here interesting and you will want to come back.  Then we can get to know each other a little better and start to understand your reasons for coming here in the first place.  What do you say we start with an enema?”

Naked, collared, and chained to the floor, I was in no position to argue.  And anyway, arguing would have been contrary to the purpose of my visit.  Nonetheless, I had never had an enema before, and I felt a rush of self-consciousness and nervous excitement.

The doctor lubed up my anus with his latex-covered fingers.  I felt myself blushing all over.  I had never felt so naked before, so vulnerable and exposed.

He shortened my chain so I was bent over with my face pressed against the tile floor and slipped the rubber nozzle into my asshole.  I realized that I had become intensely physically excited: my clit was swollen and tender and my pussy felt juicy and the sensation of the enema nozzle in my butt only exacerbated my condition.

The black girl, Elka, knocked once and entered the room pushing a rolling stand from which hung and improbably large bag of clear fluid.  The doctor connected a hose, turned a valve, and said “I’ll be back in a moment.”

The two left brusquely, leaving me alone, kneeling with a chain clipped to the collar ‘round my neck and my cheek resting on the cold tile of the floor.  I immediately felt the warm, soapy water start to invade my body.

At first the sensation was relaxing, even pleasurable.  I was still excited from being so exposed in front of the doctor, and I discovered that by squeezing my thighs together, I could stimulate my horny clit.  Not enough to get myself off or anything, but it felt nice.

Then I started to get worried.  I was feeling bloated, full beyond full.  I didn’t think I could take much more, and I really didn’t want to have an accident.  The pressure increased, and I started to cramp up.  I glanced behind me.  The bag of water was only half empty.  I gritted my teeth and clenched my fingers and my toes.  I moaned out loud.  Nothing I did seemed to help at all. I felt stretched to the bursting point, humiliated and uncomfortable and incredibly aroused.

Half an eternity later, Elka bustled back into the room.  She checked her watch, noted that the enema bag was empty, nodded, closed the valve and detached the hose.  Leaving me writhing in misery, she rolled the stand out of the room and shut the door after herself.

Another half an eternity went by.  Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and my gut felt like it was going to explode.  I was just about to blow the nozzle out my ass, squirt dirty brown water all over the doctor’s office and suffer the consequences which, I was sure, would be dire as well as humiliating.

In the middle of a long, deep-throated moan, Elka came back.  She was bearing a metal bucket like the kind a farmer might milk a cow into.  She smiled at me, showing off two rows of perfect white teeth.

She unclipped the chain around my neck.  “You will squat, please.”  She indicated the bucket that she had set on the floor.

I obediently squatted over the empty bucket.  My breasts felt huge and heavy on my chest.  Elka put her rubber gloves on and pulled the nozzle out of my asshole.  The sensation made me yelp.

Now that it came down to it, I had a hard time letting go with Elka standing so close to me, watching intently with arms crossed.  A wave of shyness and embarrassment swept over me.  I looked up at her, begging silently for a show of mercy.  She just observed dispassionately.

Finally the inevitable happened.  Exhausted sphincter muscles won out over social conditioning.  With a horribly loud sound, my body let go and shot gallon after gallon of warm, wet, messy brown water into the bucket.  It seemed to go on forever and ever, and it was the most intense sensation I think I have ever experienced.  At last it was all done, and I realized I was weeping.

Elka wiped me clean with a towelette, and disposed of her gloves.  She led me back to my kneeling position in center of the room, and clipped me back into my chain.  “You are a very pretty girl” she said.  She glanced furtively at the door, and untied the waistband of her white scrub pants.  She pulled them down around her thighs.  She was wearing electric blue panties.  She pulled aside the fabric of her panties and I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her snatch, black and pink and shaved bare.  She ran a finger up and down her slit, and offered it up to me.  It was covered in her slick wetness.  I took it eagerly into my mouth and sucked it clean.

I hadn’t tasted another girl since I had been in college.  Elka tasted amazing and I instantly wanted more: salty, slick, clean, feminine.  She pulled her pants back up, straightened her shirt, flashed me a toothy smile, picked up the bucket, and left me alone.

I realized that the wetness on my thighs had leaked directly out of my pussy.  My clit felt like it was the size of a ripe plum.  Scrunching my thighs together made squishing sounds and felt good, but ultimately only served to make me more frustrated.  My arms, cuffed behind my back, were starting to get the pins-and-needles.

The doctor came back in the room, followed closely by Elka.  She uncuffed my hands, and allowed me to shake my hands out before posing me on all fours like a dog.  Meanwhile the doctor was fiddling with some equipment.

I had to physically resist the urge to bring my hand up between my legs, to pet my aching sex, to rub my cunt against the doctor’s pant-covered leg like a dog in heat.

“You’re doing an excellent job,” the doctor told me as if he could read my mind, “It will only be a few more minutes.”

He affixed two clamps with small weights dangling from them to my erect nipples.  The pain was sharp at first and I wasn’t at all sure I could take it, but then it settled down into a dull ache that harmonized nicely with the ache in my clit.

“Ok,” he said, “Shall we get down to business?”  He slapped me hard across the backside with a suddenness and ferocity that made me cry out.

Just as I was starting to be really aware of the pain from the first blow, he slapped me again, just as hard, on the other ass cheek.  Elka looked on smiling as he beat me.  Pain and heat washed over my body as he spanked me without mercy.  I wept piteously, begging incoherently for him to stop, but he paid me no mind.  I don’t know how long he spanked me, but the next day I had bruises and stinging red welts all over my butt to remind me of the visit and to savor during the week.  Later I would masturbate while tracing the imprint of his fingers on my ass.

Finally it was done, and I was left a sobbing, sticky mess, my ass on fire.

In the meanwhile, Elka had taken a dildo from the cabinet.  It was black and realistically molded, way bigger than any toy I had at home.  She poured clear lube all over it.  “Like this?” she asked, “I hope you do because it is going straight up your ass.”

She pressed the lubed-up silicone cock against my asshole and I gasped.  The pressure of the huge dildo invading made me whimper, but to my surprise it wasn’t at all painful, it didn’t split me open or tear me apart; and after the initial shock of entry, the sensation felt amazingly, surprisingly good.  I felt myself humping back against the invading toy.

“That’s a good girl.” Elka’s hand felt soft on the small of my back as she slid her big black dick in and out of my hungry ass.

Meanwhile, the doctor had stepped out of his charcoal-colored slacks and was pulling off his white briefs.  His erect dick was on the shorter side, but exceedingly thick, with a bulbous scarlet head that was oozing clear precome.  He tore the wrapper off a latex condom and rolled it carefully down his shaft.

Elka shoved the dildo up my butt extra-vigorously, and I groaned involuntarily.  The doctor slapped me across the face, hard, first one cheek then the other.  It stung.  The clamps on my dangling tits swung and ached deliciously.

The doctor grabbed a fistful of my hair and jammed my face down on his cock.  I sucked him eagerly through the condom as he fucked my mouth.  I couldn’t really breathe, but I didn’t really care.  He was grunting and moaning as he slammed his engorged cock in and out of my mouth, and I could tell he was about to come.  Suddenly his body went rigid, and he pulled me hard into him so that my nose was buried in his prickly black pubic hair and his balls were pressed against my chin.  I sucked with everything I had, swirling my tongue all over the latex material covering his shaft.He growled, a long, drawn-out guttural animal noise, and shot off, filling the condom with his semen.  As his cock twitched spastically in my mouth, Elka took one long slippery wet finger, reached down between my thighs and oh-so-gently stroked my aching clitoris.

I came harder and longer and louder than I had ever come before.

I stood up on my knees and masturbated while the doctor disposed of the used condom and pulled his pants back on.  While I fingered my clit and dripping pussy, Elka hugged me from behind, alternately fondling my breasts and tugging fiercely on the nipple clamps until I came again, shaking and moaning.

Elka gently removed the dildo from my poor abused backside, and took off the nipple clamps and the collar around my neck, and led me to a small room with a shower stall where I cleaned up and changed back into my street clothes.

I was lost in a hazy cloud of endorphins as Elka led me down to hall to the reception area (a separate area from the waiting room, with its own exit to the street).  The doctor met me there.

“I think we made a good deal of progress this time.” I nodded enthusiastically.  My ass throbbed where it had been beaten and invaded, and my clit was still swollen and tender.  “Is next week at this time going to be good for you?”

Again I nodded, and he wrote down the date and time on a business card which I accepted with trembling hands.  “I think we are going to enjoy working together” he said, smiling amusedly but warmly.

I took the elevator down to the street, where it was still raining hard.  I was going to be late for work.  I headed uptown toward my office, ass cheeks still stinging in my panties, nipples sore and swollen in my bra, uptown through the rain toward real life and home and work and husband and dinner and bills and chores.  I was already counting the days until next weeks’ appointment.

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The View From My Window

June 16, 2009 at 11:00 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

It had been cold and threatening all day, with heavy gunmetal-grey clouds lurking overhead.  As I was walking home from work it started to snow.  Big wet flakes that melted as soon as they made contact with the pavement.  Soon there was a layer of slush on the sidewalk that soaked right through my canvas sneakers and stockings, chilling my feet straight through to the bone.

I was already feeling blue.  It was November, coming up to Thanksgiving, which meant that it was dark when I left for work in the morning, and it was dark when I went home at night.  My job was boring, I was dirt-poor, and I lived alone in a crappy old ex-industrial apartment five floors up in a really crappy part of Brooklyn.  This wasn’t really what I’d pictured when I’d moved to New York two years ago.

The plan for the evening, such as it was, was to go home, boil up a pot of mac and cheese (which I was by now incredibly sick of), and surf the internet for porn for a couple hours and then to masturbate until my clit was too tender to touch and my eyes wouldn’t stay open.  Pretty much the standard Friday night routine.

At 25, I felt like the oldest living virgin in New York City, and definitely the horniest.  I was constantly annoyed with the body I had inherited from my Japanese mother and my Dutch father. Asian girls are supposed to be waif thin; I was short and round, much like a steamed dumpling with legs.  That was my parents’ nickname for my: Dumpling.  To make matters worse, I wore glasses; annoying thick glasses that I was constantly misplacing.  And I was shy; chronically, painfully shy.

When I was in high school, I couldn’t wait to be in college.  When I was in college, I couldn’t wait to graduate.  And now I was in New York City: patching ATM machine code by day; working on a novel that did not yet have a name by night; and masturbating pretty much all the time in between.

It was only by lucky chance that I noticed at all.  When I got into the dark little apartment, instead of turning on the lights right away, I kicked off my wet shoes and padded across the room in my cold damp socks to turn on the computer. It had been a long, stupid, frustrating day at work, and I had been obnoxiously horny all day.  At my desk, I had been constantly aware of my clitoris inside my panties, feeling all swollen and sensitive.  A couple of times I had reached up inside my shirt and tweaked my nipples, savoring the electric sensation that coursed straight through my body down to my clit.  Delicious torture.  I could have just gone to the ladies room and masturbated right there (and some days that is exactly what I would have done); but today I preferred to wait and do it properly.  And besides, I wanted to look at pictures.  I have been told that females are less visually inclined than males, but frankly I don’t believe a word of it.  Lately I had been on a big kick for Blacks on Blondes, and I really wanted to get myself off while watching some hot black dude with a big dick fuck some cute white chick right up the butt.  I didn’t know the why of it, I just knew it was really hot.

Standing there with cold wet feet in the middle of my dark apartment, waiting for the dreadfully slow computer to finish booting up, I happened to look out the window.

One floor down, in the building across the street, there was an apartment with the lights on, and nothing obstructing the windows.  As I looked out across the way, the most beautiful black guy I had ever seen walked across his bedroom, completely stark naked.

Later on I figured I was lucky that my double-take didn’t send my glasses shooting off my face; I never would have found them in time to appreciate the view.  The guy was probably a little younger than me, most likely in his early twenties; tall and thin as a willow, with compact, well defined muscles, the body of a dancer.  He had very short kinky black hair atop his head, and dark dark chocolate skin, no body fat whatsoever, and not one strand of body hair.  His dick hung, naked and exposed, wiggling in an oddly fetching way as he walked; and where there should have a triangle of pubic hair, there was just smooth brown skin.

I had never actually seen a man naked before.  Not in person, anyway; I’d seen plenty in porn of course. I’m the queen of missed opportunities: I always seemed to turn into a quivering bowl of tongue-tied jelly any time I found myself in the presence of a guy I was in any way attracted to.  Frustrating, yes, but I have learned that there are ways of dealing with frustration.

I stood there, open-mouthed and staring, as he turned around, exposing his perfect taught black ass; bent down, picked up a pair of white boxer shorts, pulled them on, and turned off the light as he walked out of the room.

Well!  This beat internet porn all to hell.  I pulled off my damp clothes and positioned myself on the windowsill (my loft apartment had these huge industrial windows with sills big enough to sit in.  Beautiful, but a real pain to heat in the winter) Vibrator in hand, I masturbated to a quick and explosive orgasm right then and there.  Then, lust temporarily sated, I cooked up a pot of mac and sleaze, and looked at dirty pictures on the net until well after midnight, one hand constantly busy between my thighs, and one eye constantly cocked on the apartment across the way, hoping to catch my beautiful neighbor coming home.

The next day was Saturday, my writing day. I went in to Manhattan, and in a high-end photo store run by orthodox Jews, with shaking hands I spent almost the entire remaining contents of my savings account on a good pair of binoculars.

Through the afternoon I genuinely tried to work on the novel.  Very little actual writing got done however.  As I sat typing at the computer, I realized that fewer and fewer words were actually coming out.  Eventually I just abandoned it and alternated between SimCity and porn.  By late afternoon it was dark outside and darker in my apartment, and as I sat in the pale blue glow of the computer monitor, I kept glancing through the window, checking for signs of life across the street.

As soon as I saw the light click on, I lunged for my new binoculars.  My hands were shaking too much; I had to rest my elbows on the window sill to hold the image steady.  The view was amazing.  I could have read over his shoulder with those glasses.  He was getting undressed; I caught a tantalizing glimpse of his brown cock and balls, and then he turned out the light.

Over the next few days, I became a bit obsessed.  This wasn’t surprising; I was naturally a bit of an obsessive, that was part of what made me a good coder; but it confirmed my belief that I really and truly was a serious pervert.  I waited for him to get up in the morning; I waited for him to come home at night.  I became paranoid that he might see my, sitting in the window sill in the darkened apartment with my binoculars pressed to my eyes.  But that didn’t stop my.  I caught him naked a few times.  I held my breath, trying to keep him centered in the binoculars while he walked around naked in his bedroom.  But mostly, I got bored with sitting there, looking across the street at an empty room, waiting for him to come in.

And then, on Friday night, when I had all but lost hope of seeing anything good, and was starting to seriously regret dropping way more money than I could realistically afford on a pair of binoculars I really didn’t need, I struck gold.

I didn’t even see him come in.  I just happened to glance across the street and noticed that his light was on.  Then I noticed that he was lying naked on his bed, and almost broke my neck tripping over my feet as I grabbed the binoculars and ran over to the window.

It was like being six inches away from him.  I could see every detail.  His cock was rock hard, his balls were drawn in tight as he slowly stroked himself.  It was beautiful.  I could almost see the veins pulsing on his shaft.  The head was the darkest dark purple, and as his hand moved up and down the length of it, I reached inside my own panties and confirmed that I was in fact wet and slippery as an eel. A very wet eel.

I momentarily lost him from my field of vision as he changed position on the bed, nearly panicked and then found him again, kneeling on the bed, rummaging through the drawer of his bedside table.

What a sexy ass!  So tight and smooth and strong.  I imagined running my hands over that ass, pulling it close, opening my mouth to swallow the beautiful black cock on the front end, squeezing those brown cheeks in little pale hands… Damn!  Those panties of mine were just getting in the way, no doubt!

Relieved of those annoying panties (to say nothing of the sweatpants around my ankles that had been threatening to trip my flat on my face), I found him again in the binoculars.  He was on his hands and knees on the bed, that fat juicy cock dangling heavily between his legs.  I could even make out a drop of precome hovering on the end of his dick, threatening to dribble down onto the white sheet.  With one hand I caressed my clitoris, spreading my juices liberally around.  “Oh the things I would do to that cock, if only it were in MY bed.”

And then I saw what he had in his hands.  Wow!  I was shocked enough to stop (at least for a moment) what I was doing downstairs.  He had a dildo in his hands, a big one, bigger than any of my own toys; made of a sparkly blue material molded to look just like a lifelike dick, right down to a truncated pair of balls on the base.  He was carefully coating it with lube from a small clear bottle.

Oh Damn.  Did this mean that my neighbor was gay?  And if so, what did that do to my fantasies about him?  It took only a few moments of consideration to decide that it didn’t matter.  Not really at all.

Across the street, my beautiful neighbor was working hard on impaling himself with the big blue dildo.  I had a prime view of it too.  He was facing directly away from my, his ass thrust up in the air like a cat in heat, his smooth balls and cock dangling down.  I even got a glimpse of his asshole (tiny crinkled little thing, was he really going to shove that big fat toy up there?) before it was obscured by his hands and the dildo.

It took a while for him to get it up inside.  He took it slow, working it very gently in and out, and adding more lube before pushing hard with one hand while the other hand pried his ass apart.  I could almost hear him sigh when, at last, the pink toy slid past his anal opening and disappeared into his lean body.

Meanwhile, I hadn’t been idle.  If at first I was shocked that I found a boy toying himself to be a turn-on, I quickly realized that I was responding to it in a big way.  In fact I was having trouble keeping the binoculars trained on him and my finger on my clit at the same time.  I was kneeling at the windowsill with one hand busy between my legs, an elbow propped up on the sill, my free hand holding the trembling field glasses.

He rolled over onto his back, toes facing my direction.  His dick was grasped tightly in one hand, and the other hand working the dildo gently in and out.  His eyes were shut tight and -fuck me!- his nipples were tiny and dark and pointy –just like little Hershey’s kisses!–  His hand was moving so fast on his dick that it was a blur and at that moment I wanted more than anything to be lying on top of him, kissing him on the mouth at the instant he shot off.

And he did shoot off.  God, it was so much better than any porn, ever!  He arched his back, his toes curled (oh yes they did!) and he squirted gobs and gobs of pearly white boy come all over his smooth dark tummy and chest.

When it was over, when he had milked every last drop from his wilting penis and when he had extracted his dildo and had grabbed a Kleenex to wipe up the mess on his chest (Which would certainly not have gone to waste had I been there!), I finally set down the binoculars, lay down on my back hardwood floor, and got myself off.  I had been right on the edge for so long, it was a cinch to come at last.  I worked my clit and slipped my fingers in and out of my pussy and tickled my asshole, pretending that it was his fingers exploring my body.  The orgasm was so nice I went for a second one right away, replaying the scene I had just watched over and over again in my head.

After I had come no less than three times, I got up off my ass and drank a tall glass of water.  The apartment across the way was dark and still.  I sat down at the computer and managed to get the better part of a chapter written before falling asleep just before two in the morning.

All weekend, and all the next week I was vigilant.  And unlucky.  I barely ever seemed to catch him at home.  I caught him in his underpants a couple of times; that was the extent of my voyeuristic thrills.

That Friday, my luck changed again.  I was sitting by the window, having gotten sick of staring at a blank page on my computer screen and not ready to give up and go for the porn yet.  Across the way, his window was dark.  The sky was inky black.  Heavy clouds had been gathering all day, and snow was in the forecast again.  It was bitterly cold outside.

Without warning, his light flicked on, and he walked into the room.  And he was not alone this time.  There was a pretty blonde girl with him, and she had her arm possessively around his waist.

By the time I had found my binoculars and gotten them to focus, the happy couple was up on the bed making out.  As I watched, Neighbor Guy pulled the Blonde Girl’s sweater up and off.  It wasn’t fair; she was skinny AND she had big tits.

He played with her boobs for a while, and I had to admit that they were a lovely set.  Then she pulled off his shirt, and I got to watch in an aroused state of jealousy while Blonde Girl explored his smooth muscular brown skin.

And then Neighbor Guy was tugging off her jeans, and I caught a quick glimpse of panties, red and lacy, before they were tossed aside and she was flat on her back on his bed with her pale thighs spread wide apart and her nearly shaved pussy fully on display for him.  And for me.

He wasted no time getting his head between my legs and giving that lucky Blonde Girl a thorough tongue lashing.  She certainly seemed to be enjoying it too, kicking her legs humping back toward his face and thrashing around on his bed.

After what I was pretty sure was a supremely massive orgasm on the part of the blonde, Neighbor Boy came up for air. I could actually SEE her wetness on his face.   Blonde Girl got his pants down and his gear out (“About freaking time!” I thought) as she petted and caressed his extremely stiff lovely black boner.

They lay down together on the bed and seemed to be talking.  His ass looked really cute.  If I’d been there I wouldn’t have been wasting my time talking.  I would have had my mouth full already.

He pulled a box of condoms from the bedside table.  She shook her head ‘No.’ They kissed and touched a little more.  Than he sat up, as if he had made a decision.  She listened, and then nodded.  He pulled open the drawer on the side table and brought out the dildo.  Again, I watched Blonde Girl make a face and shake her head ‘No.’   Neighbor Guy put the toy back in its drawer.

I guess they came to some sort of compromise: he straddled her chest and jerked off onto her tits.  Blonde Girl seemed to enjoy that.  After he was done and she wiped up with a Kleenex, they both got dressed again and she headed out into the chilly night.  I felt bad for him.  I felt like he had gotten the short end of the stick.

The next day was Saturday, the designated writing day.  Clouds loomed low and dark, and a few scattered flurries whipped past the window.  The sun never really showed its face all day, and by mid-afternoon it was dark outside.

I saw the light come on across the street, and grabbed my faithful binoculars to have a look.  Was he alone?  Or did he have that Blonde Girl with him?

He was alone.  He stripped down to his white boxer shorts and lay down and as I watched disappointed, opened up a book and started reading.

I took a deep breath and contemplated what I was about to do.  I’d been thinking about this all week.  There was nothing for it but to do it.  I pulled my favorite vibrator out of the underwear drawer where it lived and switched on the overhead light.

I climbed up onto the window sill, feeling like an ass.  With the light on, I could no longer see out the window across the way.  “Please,” I thought, “Please don’t chicken out now.”

One thing was for sure: I was eminently visible to anyone who happened to be looking at my window, and I knew it.  Feeling highly self-conscious, I started to strip.  I really hoped I looked sexy, because just then I didn’t feel very sexy.  I felt like a fool.

I have never actually personally seen a strip show, but I had a pretty good idea of what I was supposed to do.  As seductively as possible, I danced my clothes off, until I stood naked in the cold light of the window frame.  Then, feeling like The Biggest Dork in the Universe, I started to masturbate.

I surprised myself.  The feeling of being on display to the city of the night, of not knowing exactly who could see me, who was getting ready to call the cops, or who was getting his (or her) jollies from watching my touch myself was a powerful thrilling aphrodisiac.  Soon, I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to be putting on a show, and was cruelly pinching and twisting my own hard nipple and deeply penetrating my pussy with my fingers while I ground the humming vibrator against my clit.  The orgasm, when it came, was earth-shattering, and I collapsed weak-kneed onto the window sill.

It was dark in the window across the way.  A little disappointed and out of breath, I pulled on my pajamas and sat down at the computer to write.  I was actually making some progress when the street door buzzed.

The intercom didn’t work, so I just buzzed the door open and stood by the front door of my apartment, waiting.

I didn’t have to wait long.  He must have run up all five flights of stairs.  When the knock came on the apartment door, I unclicked the deadbolt and found myself face to face with him.  It was my beautiful Neighbor Guy, looking chilly but incredibly sexy in a pair of faded blue jeans and a t-shirt that I could see his stiff little nipples through.

He opened his mouth, but I silenced him with a kiss.  It felt really good to kiss those lips.  Really, really good.  I could have kissed him for a long time.  But I wasn’t in a patient mood.  I was already fumbling with the fly of his jeans as he stepped into the apartment, letting the door fall close behind him.

His boxers and jeans fell around his ankles, and his cock bobbed out, stiff and black and delicious looking.  Looking up at him through my thick glasses, I dropped to my knees in front of that beautiful cock.  Without a word, I opened my mouth and swallowed it whole.

It tasted really good.  It was a clean, male, sexy taste, and I was gobbling it all up.   I was masturbating as I sucked, and Neighbor Guy had his hands down my pajama top, playing with my tits.  He was incredibly hard and hot in my mouth.  The only blowjob experience I had was from watching it done in videos.  I hoped I was doing ok.

Reluctantly, I removed his hands from my breasts.  Just now, I wanted to be completely in control.  I took the opportunity to pull off my top, setting my boobs free.  Then I went back to work on his cock, licking, kissing, sucking and bobbing my head up and down.  He moaned and I melted.  I had never had so much fun in my life.  Reaching behind him, cupping that sexy tight little ass, I let one finger explore between his cheeks, quickly finding what I was looking for.  I pressed a finger, slippery with my own juice, up inside his asshole as his moans escalated.  I could feel his body squeezing me as he humped my face, giving himself up to pleasure.

I let his hard cock flop out of my mouth.  It glistened with my saliva, and seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat.  I really wanted that thing up my cunt.  But not now.  I turned him around so his tight brown buns were right in my face.  I kissed him all over his tush before centering in on his crack.  I slurped up and down between his cheeks, enjoying his musky, male taste.  He was groaning out loud, which made me even hotter than I already was.  I parted his cheeks and licked his tiny little asshole.  He moaned.  I pressed the tip of my tongue into his opening, working my way up inside him.  Reaching down between my legs, I almost couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was.

I’m not sure how long I tongue-fucked him.  I don’t think it was really very long, but the bliss seemed to last forever.  I reached around and grabbed his cock and felt up his balls as I licked his asshole.  I felt so powerful with his gear in my hands, this strong, beautiful man squirming on the tip of my tongue.

I felt him stiffen.  “Oh my God, I’m going to come!”

I removed my face from his butt and he turned around again, offering me his swollen dick.  I took as much of it in my mouth as I could, pulling his wet ass toward me with both hands and sucking as hard as I could.

He came loud and he came hard, squirting my mouth full of thick, steaming come.  I drank what seemed like a gallon of his sticky, bitter, exquisitely male come from his spasming dick.  I would have been happy to suck him dry, but apparently he was a little too sensitive for that.  Reluctantly, I let his soft, wet black cock flop out of my mouth.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I pressed one finger against his lips.  “Later,” I said.  He pulled his jeans back up, kissed my on the forehead, and went back downstairs into the night.

I may have been the oldest, horniest virgin in the city, but at that moment I was feeling very satisfied.  I sat down at my computer and started to write.

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Joey Comes To Visit

June 12, 2009 at 7:50 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged ,

1.

I’d been living in New York just over a year, and I was happy there; I felt like I’d finally found someplace I belonged.  When I first stepped off the bus deep into the bowels of the Port Authority Bus Terminal, I was a lost girl: broke, alienated, and socially retarded.  Now I had my own little studio apartment in Brooklyn; a decent-paying job rewriting code for old ATM machines, and a few good friends.  No sex life, no dates; not even the prospect of one.  But in general, life was alright.

My friend Joe emailed me to let me know that he was thinking about moving out here, and wanted to know if he could possibly stay in my apartment for a while.

Of course he could.  I remembered how stifling our little Midwestern town could be.  I remembered what it was like to live with your mom and dad.  Joe could stay with me as long as he wanted.

So Joey showed up on my stoop one chilly and frosty Saturday morning in January, looking tall and cold and a little lost, all his stuff packed up in the bulging gym bag at his side.

Joey had originally been more my little sister Alex’s friend than my own.  He was nineteen or twenty, eight or nine years younger than me, and he was taking a break from college for a while to figure out what he really wanted to do with his life.  I had entertained idle fantasies about jumping his bones for years, ever since Alexandra first introduced us, and of course the idea of having him under my very own roof totally brought out the pervert in me.  But I pretty much dismissed that thought right away.  Joe has a beautiful body, a swimmers body, long and lean; and I am not by any stretch a pretty girl.

I set Joe up on the futon in my living room.  Quarters were tight, but he seemed happy, and it was really kind of nice to have him around.  I couldn’t wander around the place topless anymore, and I had to get dressed right away after showering; but I could always lock myself in my bedroom and jill off to internet porn, so it was ok.

Joey got a job waiting tables, and made some friends of his own, so after the first couple weeks I didn’t see him nearly as much.  And I was pulling a lot of long days at work myself.

So it was kind of a surprise for both of us when I came home early on Friday and walked in on Joey, sitting in front of the computer in my bedroom with his pants around his ankles and a hand wrapped around his (quite sizeable!) cock.

“What are you doing?” I blurted out without even thinking.

“Um, is that a rhetorical question?” His face had turned a bright red.  I felt kind of bad for embarrassing him like this.

“Well don’t stop on my account!” I told him.

“Are you serious?” his hand started moving again between his legs.  Between each stroke I could see the purple head of his cock.  There was a fat little droplet of clear precome balanced on the end, leaking out of his pee-hole.  It quivered as he moved.

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound totally nonchalant, “Why not?  Everybody does it, right?”

On the monitor, I could see that he was looking at one of my favorite porn sites.  Punk rock girls with piercings and tattoos frolicked naked on the screen.  Joe’s hand had never really stopped moving, and he wasn’t blushing quite as deep a shade of red anymore.

I turned as if to leave the room.  “Just don’t get any come on the keyboard, ok?”  When girls masturbate in front of the computer, we just leave damp spots on the chair.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll be careful.”

I stopped in the doorway with my back to him.  “You know,” I said, “I’ve got some lube if you want it.”

“Really?” he asked, “That’d be great.”

I’d never actually watched a guy masturbate before and honestly, even though I knew it was weird and perverted of me, I was a little bit fascinated.  Ok, more than a little bit fascinated.  I thought it was pretty fucking hot.  I didn’t really have that much firsthand experience with the male anatomy; I’d slept with a couple guys in college, but it had always been dark and socially awkward and there had been alcohol involved.  Back in Ohio, I’d been all about the girls, until indiscretion got me fired and more-or-less run out of town.  Ever since I’d been in New York my sex life had consisted of double-A batteries for my vibrator and a high-speed internet connection.  Not that I’m complaining or anything.

Trying not to stare, I walked over to my bedside table and pulled out the little bottle of AstroGlide that I keep in there.  On my computer screen, a blonde girl with Chinese dragons tattooed up and down her arms was wearing nothing but an unzipped leather jacket.  Her nipples were pierced and her pussy was bare.

I tossed Joey the bottle, and watched as he coated his dick in the clear syrupy liquid.  His erect cock looked even nicer all wet and shiny and slippery.

“Do you mind if I take off my shirt?” he asked.

“Ok,” I replied, standing stupidly in the center of the room watching as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head.

Joey was a hotty, no fooling.  He was tall and lanky and had a nice smooth chest with pointy little brown nipples surrounded by circlets of hair; and a black triangle of hair at his crotch with a faint little treasure-trail leading up toward his navel.

I took a deep breath.  “Do you mind if I just watch?”

“Um,” he said blushing again, “I guess I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”  He was really cute when he blushed like that.

I took a couple cautious steps closer to him.  I could tell that I was soaking wet inside my panties.

His hand was moving faster and faster, squeezing his cock tight.  I noticed that he wasn’t even looking at the girl on the computer screen; his eyes were fixed on me.  His stare made me feel deeply self-conscious.  But I couldn’t leave the room, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.  This was way better than any internet porn.

I felt unbearably awkward and shy.  I felt my cheeks burn as the blood rushed to my face.  I was the one who was blushing now.

“Would you mind taking your shirt off too?” he whispered huskily, “If you don’t mind.  That would, you know, help.”

I nodded, biting my lower lip hard, threatening to draw blood.  Slowly, hands trembling, I unbuttoned my blouse.  I unsnapped my bra and without ceremony let it fall to the floor.  My breasts were flushed with excitement, and my nipples were all hard and pokey-outy.

I personally don’t think my boobs are all that.  They’re not small, but their not that huge either, and the nipples tend to point off in opposite directions.  They are sensitive though; often when I masturbate I like to suck on one nipple while I bring myself off.

Apparently that did it for Joey.  His hand was like a fucking piston on his cock.  His delicate balls were drawn up tight and jiggled deliciously with every stroke.  All of a sudden, his whole body went rigid.  His stomach muscles clenched sexily and he groaned out loud, a long, soft, guttural growl.  Semen spurted out the end of his engorged dick, all the way up past his navel and onto his smooth chest.  Gob after pearly gob pumped out.  That sure was a lot of come!

His hand slowly stopped pumping as his cock wilted in his fist.  He gently milked the last drops of come out of the end of his tool.  There was a huge puddle of come on him, stretching from his pubes, filling his bellybutton, spattered drops flung all the way up to his chest just below the nipples.  I was so horny I thought I might come just squeezing my thighs together.

We stood looking at each other for a long moment, just breathing.  I hadn’t realized how close I had gotten to him while he had been doing it; I could feel the heat radiating off his very nearly naked body.

Without saying a word, I extended one index finger and dipped it in the big pool of ejaculate on his belly.  It was warm and sticky.  I brought the finger to my mouth and tentatively licked it off.  It was bitter and salty, and reminded me of rice pudding.  While it wasn’t exactly delicious, it was almost unbearably sexy.  I’d never tasted boy come before; I decided that I didn’t mind it at all.  Not even one little bit.

“You should go take a shower,” I said.  Joey wordlessly stood up, his fat cock hanging heavily between his legs.  “Don’t put your pants back on, you’ll just get come on them.  Go, shower!”

He stepped out of his crumpled pant legs and walked out of the room, slowly, almost as if he was in a trance.  Fuck me, he had a cute little ass on him too!  As soon as he shut the bedroom door after himself, I pulled my own jeans down.  I didn’t even bother grabbing my vibrator.  I just knelt by the side of the bed, jeans and panties around my calves, and rubbed my swollen little clit like a maniac.  I came hard and fast: two, three times in a row, moaning into my bed sheets.  It was intense.

2.

I didn’t actually see Joey again for another two days; I had to be at work before he even woke up, and by the time he got home I was usually already in bed.  I played the incident out, over and over in my head.  It made excellent masturbation fodder.  Since he’d come to stay, I hadn’t been using my vibrator.  I was too self-conscious.   I’d been afraid that he’d hear the obnoxiously loud buzzing of it’s little motor through the paper-thin walls, and know exactly what I was doing.  I stopped worrying about that.  Actually, I half-hoped that he did hear me.

When I got home Friday afternoon, he was curled up on the futon reading a book.

“Hey Dude,” I called as I walked in the door.

He blushed (how cute!) and put down his book.  “Hey.”

I came in and sat down on the end of the futon.  “Listen,” I said, “about the other day… Was that too weird for you?”

“I meant to apologize to you for that.” he said sheepishly.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything!” I said, “You can look at porn on my computer whenever you want.  Just don’t get any viruses on my machine.”

“Ok” he said.

“Or get come on the keyboard.”

He laughed.

“So listen…” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Do you feel like doing it again?”

“Now?”

“Uh, yeah.  If you feel like it.”

He was already unbuttoning his jeans.  I noted with satisfaction that there was a nice looking bulge going on in the front of his boxer shorts.

“Would you take your top off again?” he asked as he kicked his underwear off.

“Sure,” I pulled my sweater off over my head and wriggled out of my bra, “You should take your shirt off too.”

He was naked and really hard and he looked delicious.  This was really freaky.  Freaky, but hot!  His long, skinny body was draped on the couch right next to me, nice fat cock bobbing around for my viewing pleasure.

“You can come on my tits this time,” I said shyly, “If you want to I mean.”

He knelt next to me while I lay down on the futon.  I had a prime view of the action going on between his legs.

“Would you take off your pants too?”

I hesitated for a second, then shrugged.  “Sure.”  I unsnapped my slacks and wriggled them off.  I sort of wished that I had put on sexier underwear that morning; I was wearing plain white panties.

He started stroking in earnest.  I loved the strong, confident way that he handled his cock.  God it was so sexy!  It was all I could do not to shove my own hand down my panties and masturbate along with him.

There wasn’t as much come as there had been the other day, but he squirted it all over my breasts, which I thought was hot as fucking hell.  I spread his semen around on my boobs, stiffening my nipples, and idly licked my fingers clean.  A girl could get used to that action.

Joey was lounging naked next to me, watching. “Would you do that for me too?”

“What?”

“You know, masturbate.  Let me watch.”

“No!” I sucked air through my front teeth, “…I’m too shy!”

He let it go at that.  If he’d been just a little more assertive, I thought later on as my vibrator plunged in and out of my slippery pussy, I might just have put on a show for him.  I might just have at that.

3.

It was Sunday morning, and I skipped yoga.  Joey was still asleep, his tousled dark hair half obscured by his blanket, when I stepped into the shower.  When I came out, warm and pink and moist and wrapped up in a big purple towel, he was sitting up in bed.

“Hey”

“Hey”

Long, stifled, uncomfortable pause.  Me:  “So, you feel like…?”

Him:  “Yeah.  Yeah I do.”

He pushed the blanket back.  He was wearing Frosty the Snowman boxers, and his cock was making a delightful-looking snowman right in the middle of them.  I let the purple towel fall onto the living room floor, felt hot and self-conscious as his eyes traveled over my naked body.

He peeled off his wintery boxer shorts, letting his big fat cock spring free.  I knelt on the floor next to the bed, head cradled in my arms, watching him handle himself.

Oh God, his cock looked delicious!  It was so sexy, watching him stroke himself in his strong confident hand.  He was pinching one of his little brown nipples with one hand while he worked his cock with the other.  I let one hand slip between my own thighs.  I was hot down there, wet and slippery.

“Would you like to come in my mouth?” I asked him quietly.

“You don’t mind?”

Up until the other day, every encounter I’d had with boy come had ended up on the inside of a condom.  But now that I’d had a taste I was an addict.  It’s not that it was delicious or anything… if anything it kind of reminded me of snot.  It’s just that it was so fucking sexy!

I crept closer and opened my mouth up wide.  Resting my chin on his bed sheet, I stuck out my tongue.  I knelt between his legs, his thighs to either side of my ears.  He laid the purple head of his cock down on my tongue.  It was so hot, so alive, I nearly jumped when his flesh contacted mine.  His hand was moving rhythmically up and down the shaft, gripping it with just the thumb and forefinger.   His cock twitched with every stroke.  Being super careful with my teeth, I gently closed my lips around the head of his dick.

He was making these delicious animal noises and I could feel his penis swelling and straining in my mouth.  I wanted to swallow him whole.  I wanted to jump up and grind my pussy into his crotch.  I wanted to jam my cunt onto that dick.

But before I could do any of these things, Joey stiffened and shouted out loud.  I felt his cock spasm, and a second later he was flooding my mouth with his thick, slippery, faintly bitter semen.  I savored it, drinking every last drop, milking him until he became too sensitive to touch.

When he was finished, he smiled big.  “Thanks!” he said, “Now I’ve got to get dressed, I’m running late for work.”

I lay there naked on his futon, watching him get ready.  In a way it was just as sexy to watch him get dressed as it was to watch him get naked.  My finger kept sneaking down between my thighs, caressing my extremely wet and frustrated sex.

As soon as Joey was out the door, I masturbated myself to an explosive orgasm, right there on his bed.  Three fingers of one hand were jammed up my pussy, the little finger penetrating my asshole; the forefinger of the other hand was a blur on my poor swollen clit.  I came and came, convulsively, until the tears rolled down my cheek.  By the time I was done, there was a big wet spot on his bed.

4.

He tried to mention it casually; he tried to be gentle about it.  There was a girl at work, a girl his own age.  They had been seeing each other.  They were dating.

I knew what that meant and I tried not to let it hurt me.  They were a couple.  There could be no more jack-off games between me and Joey.

I didn’t sleep well, and I was awoken from a frustrating and vaguely erotic dream.  The living room light was on, I could see under the crack of my bedroom door, and I could hear voices out there.

Quiet as I could be on the creaky floorboards, I cracked the bedroom door.

She was skinny, and she had gorgeous red hair, and her tits were bigger than mine, the bitch.  They were on full display because she, still in her black work pants, was kneeling in front of Joey, who was beautiful and naked, and she had a mouth full of his cock.

I could hear the little slurping noises she made, see his wet dick sliding in and out from between her lips, her freckled cheeks bulging with it, her large soft breasts jiggling with every move.  His hand was caressing her curly red hair, he was softly encouraging her.

Then she stood up, letting his big wet dick swing free, and kissed him passionately on the lips.  Her big tits mashed up against his bare chest.

My finger found my own clit, and my pussy was already slippery and drooling.

She stepped back from him and undid her pants.  They fell to the floor, revealing long, slender legs and a pair of black thong-style panties.

They kissed a while more, as his hands roamed over her body, stroking her thighs, her tits, feeling up her tiny little ass.  Then he hooked his thumbs around her panties and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

Her pussy was shaved bare, just like in the pornos.  Her plump outer lips pouted sexily.  I had a finger deep inside my pussy and it was making little squishing noises as I moved it in and out.  I could smell their sex.  Or maybe it was just my own.

He grabbed a condom from somewhere, ripped it open and rolled it down his pole.

I lost my view for a little while.  They fell onto the futon bed together, and I couldn’t really see what was going on.  I could hear though.  Oh man could I hear!

While they fucked, I let my fingers do the walking.  I was right on the edge.  And then they changed positions.  Joey maneuvered his girlfriend so that she was on her knees on the edge of the futon, bent over so that her head was resting on her hands on the floor, her big tits hanging out and her pale little ass thrust up high.

He went at her from behind, fucking her hard, slapping her ass and making her boobs shake.  She was loving it.  “Oh yeah, Oh Joey, fuck me!  Yes!  Fuck me harder!”

His eyes were closed in concentration, his jaw was clenched.  I was so fucking wet the girl-come was leaking out of me in long sticky strands.  My clit felt like it was the size of a fucking ripe tomato.

“You’re gonna make me come Baby,” she growled up at him, “Stick a finger up my asshole, please.”

He slowed his pace down a hair, and very deliberately took his index finger and slipped it into his mouth like a little penis.  I saw it glisten with saliva.  He traced it down between the cleft of her buttocks.  I saw her arch her back as his finger penetrated, and she rose up onto her hands and thrust back, matching him stroke for stroke.

Her red hair was a wild mop, her flushed tits shook and swung, her face (when I could see it) was a mask of ecstasy.  She came loud and she came violently.  If they had been in any way worried about waking me up, that was long forgotten.

She finally calmed down a little bit.  Joe extracted his finger from her ass, placed his hands on her disgustingly petite hips, and started fucking her in earnest.  I recognized the expression on his face.

“Come for me Joey, fuck my fucking cunt with your big dick!  Oh my God, I want you to come in my pussy!” Redhead moaned up at him.  She had a hand up between her legs, doing (I suspected) exactly the same thing I was doing at that exact moment.

I swear Joe was looking straight at me, staring right at my barely-cracked-open bedroom door.  In one motion he pulled his raging cock out of her pussy, whipped off the condom, and grasped his penis in one strong hand, shouting something unintelligible and squirting come, white pearly come, all over Redhead’s back.

I came at that instant like a dam breaking, chewing bruises into my forearm to keep from screaming out loud.  I came like a slut, wagging my ass and grinding my clit in the safe enveloping darkness of my bedroom.  When the spasms stopped, when I finished shaking, I extricated my sticky fingers and eased the door shut.  I climbed into bed.  But it was a long time before I could fall asleep.

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To Spend The Night

June 9, 2009 at 2:44 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged ,

“Hey, it’s me.  I wanted to see if I could come over.”

There is silence on the other end of the line.  I can hear him breathing.

“I’m not going to jump you or anything.  I’m just lonely.”

I am sitting on the folded-out futon couch in the drafting studio of my friend Nora’s apartment, where I have been living for the past eight days.  I am wearing a pair of black men’s boxers and nothing else.  The August heat permeates the room, causing little rivers of sweat to run down my body, but I don’t turn on the a/c.  My forehead is covered in salty droplets. The trickles run down between my boobs and irritate me; the waistband of my underwear is damp.  I realize that my hands are shaking.

On the big flatscreen monitor, a couple is fucking, permanently locked in a frozen instant of copulation.  They look real, like they could be my own coworkers or neighbors, definitely not porno types.  She is a little chunky, and her breasts are on the small side.  Her mouth hangs open, her brow is wrinkled in concentration, her eyes half closed.  Her nipples are pink and erect, and she has a hand between her thighs, presumably busy with her clitoris.  He is skinny, and has a little bit of a beer gut.  He should have shaved.  There is a Drinky Crow tattooed on his bicep.  The head of his cock is buried in her asshole.  His balls are drawn up tight, and lubricant glistens on his shaft.  His eyes appear to be focused on the back of her neck.

The initial shock of breaking up left me numb, torn apart, unable to feel anything except a dull ache, a sadness where my soul should have been.  I went through the motions like a robot, pulling the stuff I couldn’t live without out of our place and into Nora’s studio; working long hours and eating crap food; drinking each night with Nora.  After the first few days, I adapted.  Nora let me alone, for the most part. I found myself in the weird position of being desperately horny, and yet physically unable to masturbate.

“Sure, come on over.” he says “Bring beer.”

The subway ride to Brooklyn takes forever.  It is stifling hot in the station; frigid in the train.  A group of high-school kids laughs and screws around at one end of the car.  Working class people, all different shades of brown, sit stony-faced and exhausted, coming home after a long day in the land of opportunity.  I am the only white girl in the car.  I can feel their eyes on me, even when I know they aren’t looking.

I pick up a six pack of Negra Modelo at the corner bodega.  The shopkeeper speaks no English, but it doesn’t matter.  I walk the remaining six blocks to his apartment as night falls over the city.

He buzzes me in.  Three flights of stairs.  Graffiti, trash, and flickering fluorescents.  He is waiting for me in his apartment door, and my heart turns summersaults.  We look at each other for just a moment, standing there in his doorway.  I feel a little bit alive again.

He takes the beer from me.  Opens one bottle for each of us, puts the rest in the fridge.  He hasn’t said a word to me, and suddenly I am afraid that he is angry, that I shouldn’t have come over.  I feel like an asshole.

He takes my hand in his, and I know that it is ok.  “I’ve got to work in the studio for a while still” he says “I’m in the middle of something.  You can’t be in there with me.  Way too distracting” he favors me with a smile “Watch tv.  Read a book.  I won’t be too long.”

He goes into the studio and closes the door.  I try to watch tv, but I don’t want to watch anything that’s on.  I try to read a book, but I can’t concentrate.  There is a porn videotape sitting on top of the vcr- one that I loaned to him- and I play it with the sound turned way down as I drink my beer.  Girls fuck guys with strap-on dildos.  I feel strangely guilty about getting all turned on.  I don’t want him to walk in on me watching the tape, so when the bottle is empty, I eject the video and try to read a book.  I turn the pages, but none of the words stay in my head.

He finally comes out of the studio.  He has dinner already made for us; cold gazpacho soup and buttered bread.  We sit on the couch and drink another beer.  Our legs are pressed against each other, and our fingers keep interlocking.  It feels so good, just to be with him.  We talk, and it is comfortable, but what we talk about isn’t important.  I am hugely aware of my cunt, hot and slippery, hidden beneath jeans and boxer shorts.  His t-shirt spills down over his crotch, but I can still see his hard on, and it makes me ravenous.

We shower -separately- and brush our teeth, just like this was all fucking normal or something.  We go into his bedroom and kiss for a while.  It feels really good.  If I got any more horny, I think I’d melt.  It is hot in here, and the sounds of the city at night filter in through the open window.  A box fan hums, moving the humid air around the room, and generating a soothing white noise.  He turns out the lights, and we undress.  I know that he will sleep in the nude.  I retain my boxers and bra.

“We can’t do anything tonight” he says.

“Yeah, I know” my clit is like a marble, a big shooter nestled in between my labia.  I can feel it throbbing in time with my pulse.

“It’s not like I don’t want to…”

“Yeah, I know” I know his cock, if only by touch (and that through frustratingly thick layers of denim and cotton underwear): it is big and hard and uncircumcised and delicious, and it is just across the bed from me.  It takes a physical effort not to drop my head onto his lap and suck it into my mouth this instant.

We lay together on the bed in the darkness, I don’t know how long, fingertips and toes brushing against each other, generating little storms of electricity.  I want to lay my head on his chest and hear his heart beating, but I can’t.  There is a threshold of touching that we can’t cross tonight, not if we aren’t ready to fuck.

It is hot.  It must be late, and I have to get up early to make it into Manhattan to go to work.  Screw it, I peel off the boxers and bra.

“I can’t sleep either” he says in the darkness next to me.

“Do you want to masturbate?”

“Yeah.”

My hand is between my legs like a guided fucking missile.  I tug on my nipples, run my fingers up and down my slit.  I am shockingly wet.  I suspect that I am leaving a puddle on his sheets; I suspect that he won’t mind.  I let my fingers slip inside, feeling how hot and slippery I am, wishing that it was his fingers, his tongue, his cock.  My clit can’t stand it anymore, she is crying out for attention.  Slowly, but faster and faster, I rub in little circles.  My other hand slips between my ass cheeks, tickling, pressing into my anus.  I wish he could see me.  I can just make out his silhouette, lying on his side across the bed from me, his own hand busy between his legs, his breath deep and raspy.  This pushes me over the edge, and I am coming, a long, slow, deep orgasm that starts in my toes and shakes my whole body and makes me moan and whisper his name.

“I’m coming too” he whispers.  His hand is going like a sewing machine, I can feel the bed shaking.  I have two fingers up my cunt now, grinding myself against the palm of my hand and I am going to fucking come again.

“Can I come on you?”

“Yeah, oh fuck yes!” and suddenly he is coming.  I hear him gasp, and his hot semen splashes onto me, landing on my stomach, my chest, my tits.  There is a lot of it.  He comes and comes, making a big salty puddle on me.  I spread it around with my fingers.  It is sticky and slippery and feels cool in the night air.  He kisses me on the forehead, then on the lips.  I bring my wet finger up to my mouth, and lap up his salty essence.  Now he is inside me.

I can tell from his breathing that he has fallen asleep, and I will have to sleep soon too.  Morning will come soon, and before he is awake again I will have left, for my job and for the couch in Nora’s studio.  Tonight, we are just two lonely bodies cast adrift on a wide and troubled sea.

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The Good Twin

June 8, 2009 at 5:35 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

It’s funny.  To the outside world I was the nice, sweet, good one.  But in my own head, I was a very bad girl.  I guess most girls have had crushes on their daddies. I’d never told anyone, not even my twin, Jessica.  And I don’t think that most girls have fantasies quite as perverted as mine.

Twins are supposed to be really close, right?  Well Jessica and I have never been incredibly close.  I mean, we like each other, we love each other, but we’re just two very different people, always have been.  Jess was always the wild child, the party girl, trouble with a capital T.  And I was the good twin, the shy, bookish one.  We looked pretty much alike; not identical but very similar: both of us were slim and not particularly busty, and we both had dark hair that we wore long; but our physical appearance was where the similarities ended.

It was our first weekend home from college (Jess had gone to Vassar, I was at NYU); and yes, I was snooping.  It’s a bad habit, but what can I say?  I found what I was looking for, pretty much right away.  I had snuck into my dad’s study while everyone else was out back, and what I found made me instantly wet.  Not the content- it wasn’t my flavor of porn at all; youngish looking models with too much makeup and really big boobs and lots of messy blowjobs; it was the fact that it was my dad’s naughty secret that really turned my crank.

I guess Mom and Dad must have had sex at some point; I mean they had Jess and me.  But I’d be willing to bet they haven’t done it again in the nineteen years since we came along.  I still remember and shudder at the ‘sex education’ talk that Mom tried to give us when Jess and I were about 13.  She made sex sound about as appealing as having an un-anaesthetized appendectomy.  I also remember something she had once said in an offhand way about oral sex (I think it was during Bill Clinton’s second term); she said she’d rather die than put that filthy thing in her mouth.  Mom has gotten more and more judgmental and severe as we got older, and more and more often her answer to everything is ‘read your bible’.  She’s constantly on a diet, and looks hard, pinched.  My dad, on the other hand, is a good looking, affable man in his early fifties who works out a few times a week and laughs a lot.  I guess I never quite gotten over the crush I’d had on him in high school.

Most evenings, before dinner, dad would go up to his study and ‘work on paperwork’.  And I wondered, yes I did!  That evening, after dad shut himself in the study, I snuck around to the window and peeked inside.  Sure enough, dad was scrolling through a series of pictures of a blonde chick with big, fake looking boobs, enthusiastically slurping on a big cock.  Best of all, as far as I was concerned, he had his trousers down, and his non-mousing hand was busy between his legs.  I couldn’t exactly see his cock, but it certainly didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.  I got incredibly turned on, and I felt my pussy get suddenly slippery, knowing that I was watching my father jack off.

My peeping, and my dad’s masturbating, were rudely interrupted by my mom calling us to dinner.  He scrambled to get his pants up, while I scrambled to not look like I was peeking in the study window.  We both made it to the dinner table looking, I must say, pretty casual.

That night, in my bedroom, in the room that used to be my bedroom before I gave it up for a college dorm, I was too horny to sleep.  I lay there in the dark, playing with my nipples and my pussy, torturing my sensitive little clit.  I looked over at the clock.  It was almost two in the morning.  Something had to give.  Finally I decided: it was now or never.

Naked, I got up and went out into the hall.  I winced as the floor creaked under my feet.  Ever so gently, I eased open the door to my parents room.  I let myself in, gingerly closing the door after myself.

The bed was illuminated by the nearly full moon swinging high in the night sky.  My mom was on the right side of the bed, snoring regularly.  My dad was on the side nearest me, lying on his back.  I held my breath.  Neither of them moved.  Not believing that I was really doing this, feeling like someone else had occupied my body, I tiptoed to the side of the bed and lifted up the sheet.  My dad was sleeping nude.

Well, if there ever was any doubt, this confirmed it:  I really was a pervert.  Not even daring to breath, I ran my fingertips oh so softly along the unbelievably soft skin of his flaccid penis.  To my amazement and delight, his cock responded instantly, swelling happily in response to my tentative touch.

Holy shit!  My dad now had a full-on erection, and a nice big, yummy looking one at that.  I really couldn’t believe I was doing this.  If either one of them woke up right now, I was so completely screwed!  But by this point I was way too horny to let that stop me.  I eased myself down onto my knees and planted a baby kiss on the purple head of his dick.  His cock jumped up to meet my mouth and I was hooked.  It was so hard and hot and sexy and tasty!  I stuck out my tongue and lazily dragged the tip of my tongue from his precious wrinkly ball sac to the pee hole at the end of his red hot cock.

I felt his hand in my hair, and I almost squealed out loud.  But I didn’t.  I managed to keep it together.  He was just gently playing with my hair.  I couldn’t tell if he was actually awake or not.  I took the opportunity to lay my head down on his firm, hairy tummy and to take the purple head of his cock between my lips.  He was so hot!

I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around him, and started stroking.  I had to do it very slowly and softly, or the bed would squeak in a most alarming way.  He kept toying with my hair.  I let one hand slip between my legs.  I couldn’t believe how dripping wet I was down there!  It was actually running down my thighs!

In the dark of the bedroom, the cock in my hand felt enormous.  I risked moving my hand on his cock a little faster, squeezing a bit more.  He moaned very softly, and I could feel his muscles tensing up.  I wanted him so bad, I wanted him to come, I wanted him to squirt into my mouth.

I took the finger that had been exploring the slippery confines of my pussy and brought it up to his mouth.  I wanted to show him how turned on I was by this.  He sucked my finger into his mouth, licking it clean.  “Oh Jessica,” he whispered under his breath.

‘Jessica??  I’m Andrea!’ I thought.  Oh well, that’s what you get for being the good twin.  Dads’ hand found my breast which he cupped and squeezed before concentrating on the nipple.  Honestly, I don’t know which one of us was more excited, him or me!

Just then my mom stopped snoring and rolled over.  We both froze.  I waited a long time, a minute, two minutes.  It was excruciating.  I had the head of Dad’s cock in my mouth, and I could tell that the slightest little thing would set him off.  Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I heard Mom snore again.  Gripping his dick as tightly as I could, I pumped for all I was worth.  It only took about a second.  Every muscle in his body tightened up and his ass lifted up off the bed.  His cock spasmed and squirted about a pint of hot, sticky, bitter, salty semen into my mouth.  I swallowed and swallowed again.  Feeling dirty and hot and perverted and sexy, I let his wet, shrinking dick slide out from between my lips.

I kissed my dad on the forehead and pulled the sheet back over him.  Then I carefully tiptoed out of the room and closed the door after myself.

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