“Maybe in about ten years after I spent every day fucking you ten times a day. I bet that thing is even bigger them me.” That was an ego buster. “She could have at least gotten one smaller then me for you.”
DanI looked at the dildo then at his cock laying limp on his leg. “Hmm, I wonder.” She got up and went to her desk. When she came back she had a tape measure, and he watched as she measured the length of the cock and did one around it. Since he was still limp, she took him in her mouth and began to suck him back to his full hard length. It wasn’t long before he was throbbing and ready for more. He watched in amusement as she measured him with as much seriousness as she had the dildo.
“Well?” He was curious, no reason to deny it.
“It is bigger around, but just barely. And you are a whole three inches longer.” She got a disappointed look on her face. “Does that mean I have to wait ten years of finger fucking before you trust yourself to put your cock in me?”
Joker laughed. “Not a damn chance baby, I am going to fuck you royally tonight and who knows, down the road I might just give myself a break and use that on you one night.” He felt a rush as he did get one idea. “Let me see you suck it, I want to see what you did to make you ready for me.”
She did as he said and Joker had to admit it was hot watching her move up and down on it. As she had done with him, she took it all the way to the balls, even using her fingers on the jell balls as she did.
“Oh honey, put that thing away and use that wonderful mouth on my cock, but before you get started, bring your pussy up to my face so I can lick and suck you while you do. I want you hot and wet before I send my hard cock up your tight little hole.” He helped her into the position he wanted her and he gripped her ass as he buried his face in her steamy pussy. At the same time he felt her caress and begin to suck and lick his aching cock.
God, she was wonderful, and he found himself thinking about sometime using his tongue on the crack of her ass and that puckered little hole above him. He had never been the backdoor route but there was something about DanI that made him want to try everything. Maybe because she would be new to it too, and that excited him even more. His tongue jammed into her hole and he knew he needed to fuck her soon.
When he could take no more, he rolled her onto her back and rubbed her clit as he poised at her glistening hole. As he did, he watched DanI run her hands over her breasts and pinch and pull at her nipples. He licked his lips and nodded. “That’s it baby, work yourself to a fever pitch. I want to see you cum as I ram in to you. Tell me when you’re close.”
“Oh yeah, I will Joker. God, you make me feel so hot and horny. I could barely keep my hands off you while I was painting you. But now you can have me when ever you want, and I can have you.”
“Yeah baby, now we can fuck and suck and no one can touch us. And I plan on being in your life a long time to do both of each.” He saw her nostrils flare and knew it wasn’t far off. Then as she began to tremor, he slammed into her. She jumped but soon she was wrapping her legs around his waist and they were fucking each other hard and heavy.
She was tight and he felt her all around him as he plunged in and out of her like a jackhammer. His mouth found hers and they almost swallowed each other’s tongues as they kissed and caressed each other. Joker knew that even if he hadn’t spent the last six months getting to know her, this would have hooked him to her. He had never in his life felt such a good pussy or found so much joy in fucking a woman. And she was his woman now. It was as if before birth they had been formed together, joined and imprints of their sex organs made. He could feel her very soul almost.
“Oh DanI, oh honey I can’t last much longer, you’re too good, too perfect. Never had such a wonderful fuck in my life. My hot fucking bitch, gotta keep you just for me. Fuck my cock baby, slam your pussy up to meet me and let me die happy;.”
She moved in time to him and he felt her grip his shoulders as he bit her throat. Suddenly a cry escaped her and he felt her flood around him. “Oh god, Joker, I’m cumming honey, I’m cumming all over your wonderful cock. Fuck me Joker, fuck my hot hole and fill me with that luscious hot cum you got waiting in your balls. Fuck me and fill me Joker. Been waiting so long for you.”
He felt himself boiling and suddenly he erupted into her. “Oh DanI, my honey pot, here it comes, I am going to give you such a hot load that it will burn us both to a crisp.” He threw back his head and the cry that escaped him was loud enough he was sure they could hear him at the club five miles away. The last of his cum died away and he went down on his elbows kissing her face and feeling a hunger for her lips. They kissed and held each other and talked about the future, now that they could be together.
Back in the real word, Joker felt his cock erupt and smiled. God, he was anxious for next week. His six months was up and he could go home to that hot pussy and the sweet feel of her mouth. He had missed her these past few months, and he knew her hot pussy was steaming for him. More then once she had written him how she had used that fake cock to bring herself off when her thoughts of him were too strong to avoid. He loved to read as she told him how she had turned it on full blast the first time and how when he came home, she wanted him to lick and suck her ass before he rammed his cock into her other tight, virgin hole. After two years together, there was little they hadn’t tried or done but that was still unexplored territory for both of them.
He fell asleep and when he woke the next morning he saw what a beautiful day it was. On the way to breakfast, one of the guys on his cell block slipped up beside him. “You’re going to read some more tonight right Joker, I mean you can’t leave us all hanging can you?”
“Yeah, I’ll read some more Charlie. You’re really into the sex scenes huh?”
Charlie glanced around, careful to make sure none of the other guys heard him. “You want the truth, I like the romance too. My lady back home, she loves the idea of flowers and me doing special things for her. We always have one night that it’s just us, we get all dressed up, go out, and come home to have the hottest sex alive. Those books you been reading, it’s given me a whole new bunch of ideas for when I get out of here.”
Joker watched as Charlie fell back behind him and smiled to himself. Well, there was proof, he would be sure to tell DanI. If a man like Charlie could be a romantic, anyone could.
The End
History Sub
Being a teacher you hear many things, especially when your desk sits right next to the frosted glass window, and the path to the senior courtyard runs right beneath it. The courtyard itself starts at the end of the building, where the staff room was located. Sometimes the children would sit on the path, eating or just chatting to each other. We had a vast number of students at Cougar High, too many for the amount of teachers we had, in fact three of the specialized staff rooms had been remodeled into classrooms which meant those teachers had to regroup into the remaining staff rooms.
The English/history staff room was where I had always been, I was an English teacher, but also taught one class of drama three times a week around my English classes, only leaving me with four spare periods. Because I was already established in the originally named English staff room, my desk was just pushed to the back of the room. I didn’t mind though, I found the chatter coming in through the windows fascinating, and sometimes intoxicating.
During lunch periods I would listen to the seniors below my window talk and bitch about each other, I learnt so much. Betty’s mom was a lesbian; Shawn and Kate slept together on the weekend; Shian was really a size twelve but she would cut the tags out of her clothes; Robert was the one who sold cigarettes to the juniors who were stupid enough to keep getting caught; I also heard which of the teachers the students thought were hot, which ones would be if they had a makeover and which ones just had no chance. I was quite surprised to hear one day that I, myself was a prize of a teacher, quite a few of the female students thought I was do-able.
Not many of the girls really caught my attention though. Most of them were skin and bones, which for me was a major turn off, a few of my colleagues thought they were cute though. The one student that did get my blood flowing was a larger girl, she was in none of my classes, but because she did history she would come to my staffroom and knock on the door, asking for her history teacher. Tabitha was a beauty. Long black hair, grey eyes, cute little upturned nose, full luscious looking lips, gorgeous curves to her waist and thighs, and her chest was a knockout. Her cleavage easily showed in her uniform, the buttons strained and pulled when she moved.
I almost choked on my tongue the first time she knocked on the door, this was two weeks after the staff rooms had been merged, everything was in a shambles, books and papers everywhere, a small path leading to each path. I answered the door. “Hi Mr. Scott, I was wondering if Mrs. Frances was here?” I stared at her, my brain going to mush, at first I forgot that the staff rooms had been merged. I realized I had been staring at her for a time, clearing my throat I turned and called into the clutter of the room. Jane Frances emerged.
“Thank you David. Miss Peat, how can I help you?” Jane squeezed passed me and the two of them stepped out into the hallway. I picked my way back to my desk and sat down heavily at it. I could feel my body stirring, reacting to the gorgeous beauty that stood in front of me. I knew it was wrong, after all the girl was only eighteen, and I was thirty-five. Then there was the fact that I was a teacher and she was a student. So the day Jane called in sick I jumped at the chance to sub her class, which coincidentally happened to be Tabitha’s history lessons.
I really had no idea about history, definitely wasn’t my forte, but we were stretched thin for teachers as it was so we all had to pitch in and help with classes. When I arrived at the classroom door I heard murmurings from the students, a couple of the girls were lost in giggles. “Good morning class, as most of you know I’m Mr. Scott, your teacher Mrs. Frances is ill today so I will be subbing for her today.” I let the group into the room, waiting for the noise to die down again as they found their seats. I watched them, leaning against the teachers desk at the front of the class.
Quiet filled the room as all eyes came to rest on me. “I do admit I know nothing of history, and I know that being a sub that not much work will actually be done today, remember I was your age once too, and the sub’s job was a joke back then, as like now.” The students chuckled. “I’m not sure how long your teacher will be gone, so for today we’ll just be getting to know one another, if you feel the need to study or catch up on any other work, please do. Just try to keep noise to a minimum though.”
For the next twenty minutes I went around the class to each group of tables, getting everyone’s names and just general info about them. Finally I reached Tabitha who was sitting with two students I already knew, they were in my English class. “Hello Bobby, Cynthia.” He smiled at them. Cynthia spoke up.
“Mr. Scott, this is my best friend Tabitha.” I nodded and took her hand, it was warm and soft, my skin buzzed with electricity, an electricity I hadn’t felt in many years. I smiled at the three kids, my gaze lingering a bit too long on Tabitha, I couldn’t help myself.
“Hello Tabitha, how are you?” her voice was soft and soothing, it sent waves of shivers through my body. Cynthia said something making the three of them burst into fits of laughter. Her laugh was just as intoxicating as the rest of her. I spent the rest of the period talking to the three students until the bell rang. Everyone jumped out their seats, vacating the room quite quickly. I stood, walking to the door with Cynthia, Bobby and Tabitha. “Have a good afternoon kids. If your teacher is still ill tomorrow then I will probably be filling in again tomorrow.
I watched as they walked away, joining the throng of students. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Tabitha. Her skirt was above knee length, her shirt semi-see through, her breasts straining against the buttons of her shirt, her white knee-high socks with chunky black heels; she even had the school-girl pig-tails; she was driving me crazy. I slipped back inside the class room and sat at the desk. I couldn’t get my mind off Tabitha.
My erection was straining against my pants, making them tight and uncomfortable. I looked over at the door then back down at my bulging pants. I needed release, and I needed it now. School was finished and the only people that would be coming into the rooms were cleaners. But I knew for a fact these rooms were the last ones that they did. I looked at the door again then undid my pants, my hands moving onto my hard shaft, beginning to masturbate.
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My imagination running away with me as I thought of Tabitha kneeling in front of me, her lips locked around my erect cock. I let out a quiet moan and closed my eyes as I continued pleasing myself. A guilty pleasure, with thoughts of a student invading my mind.
I heard a gasp from the doorway, my eyes flew open and I looked up at the doorway, standing quickly, my hands pulling my pants back up. Tabitha stood in the doorway, her face bright red and her gaze turned away from me. I crossed to the door, my hands quickly doing up my pants. My mouth dropped open but no sound came out, I looked a bit like a fish with my mouth opening and closing. Tabitha’s gaze moved to meet mine.
“I just came to get… I forgot…” her voice was slightly better than mine, at least it was working. My eyes scanned her body, her chest was heaving, and her breathing had become fast and heavy. I reached out, before I realized, taking her by the arm gently and pulling her inside, shutting the door behind her. I slid my hands around her waist and pressed in to her, my lips met hers as I kissed her passionately. I felt her hands move down my body, finding my pants and undoing them. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, teasing me with light touches.
I let my own hands wander her body, ripping open her shirt and finding her ample breasts, I massaged them, groaning as her hands worked on me. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Tabitha’s hands roaming over my body was driving me crazy. Not being able to handle it a moment longer I lowered her underwear, pulling her to the teachers table. Standing behind her I bent her over the table, spreading her legs I slid slowly into her.
She breathed in sharply as I entered her wet pussy, gripping her hips I pulled back slowly then pushed deep inside her, my hands moving her forming a rhythm. She was moaning softly, but began to grow louder and louder. I pumped into her harder and faster. “Mr. Scott… oh god!” my hard cock twitched inside her as she spoke.
Stepping back my legs hit the chair behind me and I sat on it, bringing Tabitha down on top of me, my hands moved to her chest feeling her breasts bounce in them as she moved up and down on my hard shaft. I trailed kisses on the back of her neck. Then she stopped and stood, turning to look down at me in the chair. I reached out my hands to her waist and pulled her back down into my lap.
She took my hands with her own and placed them around her, then slid her hands down my chest and abdomen to stroke my cock. “I’ve thought about this ever since the day I first saw you, then again so have half the other girls in school, but why me? What makes me special, I’m not skinny like all of them.” She spoke softly, my ears barely picking up what was said.
“You’re the one that takes my breath away Tabitha, since the day you knocked on the staff room door looking for your teacher. You made me so hard that day, I almost missed my class that afternoon because I was afraid to move from my desk, and today, why do you think I spent most of my time with your group instead of the rest of the class. You are so intoxicating like a drug; I can’t get enough of you.”
A smile formed on her face as she begun to stand, her hands still on me, but she did not leave, instead she positioned me beneath her, letting me penetrate her hot wet pussy again. She felt so good, so tight unlike a few of the women I had dated in the past. She moaned softly as I slid inside her again. “I want you to fuck me Mr. Scott, teach me a lesson; I’ve been a very bad girl…”
At this statement I lost it, I went berserk; I stood, pushing her down onto the table, slamming my dick deep inside her beautiful, hot, wet cunt. Grunting with the effort I pushed harder and deeper, hearing Tabitha almost screaming with pleasure. I watched her whole body move with my movements, her tits bouncing within its constraints. I leant down to kiss her.
She locked her legs tightly around my butt, helping to pull me harder into her with each stroke, her hands played with her tits and occasionally wandered to her pussy which excited me more being able to watch this young woman play with herself in front of me. I was close, I could feel it building. I knew that I shouldn’t cum inside her but I couldn’t help it.
Then Tabitha’s body shook with an orgasm and I couldn’t hold back any longer, I let out a growl as my cum shot forth inside her pussy, my hands on either side of her head supporting me from the event. I could feel her twitching around my cock, milking every last drop of me into her. Shivers ran up and down my spine each time she contracted and released her muscles.
She pulled me down to kiss her, her arms remaining around me. Both of us were covered in sweat from our forbidden activity.
The End
Christine’s Cock
Christine placed the newly arrived package on the table and sat looking at it for a while. This was the result of several months of her own designs and several more in collaboration with a small manufacturer who specialised in prosthetics.
The idea came from an overheard conversation while sitting in a bar and she pondered on how eavesdropping on other people’s conversations are often more interesting than your own.
“A strap-on’s great, but there’s no sense of power, it’s permanently hard.”
That was exactly how Christine felt. Although now a confirmed lesbian she missed the control she had when sucking a man’s cock. The feel when it erects into her hand or mouth gave her the impression she partly owned the appendage. Christine decided a cock was great; it was a pity what it was connected too no longer attracted her. Thus it was she set out on the hunt for the perfect strap-on; she couldn’t find it, because in her mind it didn’t exist.
As a design student she decided if she couldn’t buy it she would make it, or get someone else to. She found a small mid-western firm willing to work with her on it, for most of her savings, and so it began.
Designs and ideas flashed back and forth between them, until the package arrived. Christine decided a shower would come first; she was finding the anticipation delicious. Would this be the culmination of all her hard work or a disappointing end to it? She prolonged her shower as long as possible, imagining the results.
She carefully selected her attire for her usual night out with the girls. Normally she wore close fitting trousers and top to extenuate her curves but tonight a looser garment would be required.
Friday night was girls only in ‘The Cellar’, no men allowed, so hearing only high-pitched voices when Christine arrived was no surprise. A final adjustment to her clothes and Christine entered the bar, spotting Dawn and Mel at their usual table.
“Get the drinks in,” Mel shouted as soon as she saw her, “You’re late.”
Christine bought the usual drinks for the three of them and carried them to the table.
“Not your usual sexy clothes,” Dawn said as Christine sat down. “Are you packing?” she asked, staring intently at her groin. “Not much of one if you are.”
“Just wait until you see,” Christine answered with a wink. Mel reached under the table.
“No you don’t, you have to wait,” Christine said, with a laugh, “You lack self-restraint, you do.”
“Come on, just a quick feel,” Dawn said, her hand creeping across the table.
Christine reached out and grasping it brought it to her lips. “No,” she said kissing the back of her hand, “The anticipation will make you all the wetter.” All three girls laughed drawing the attention of the other customers.
Although the bar was almost full conversations could still be heard at the nearby tables. This wasn’t the usual bar, playing loud dance music, it was for quiet, intimate get-togethers; a place where girls picked up girls or relationships developed. It was here that Christine’s idea first surfaced and it felt fitting that it was to be here for its first outing.
Earlier than usual Mel remarked that it was time to go.
“Who’s apartment tonight?” she asked.
“You’re eager, aren’t you,” Christine said, with a smile, “It’ll have to be mine.”
The girls stood and Mel moved around the table to kiss Christine, her groin moving close to feel the bulge in her clothes.
“No you don’t,” Christine laughed. “Later,” she added, looking around the room. No one seemed to have noticed their sexy behaviour as most were engaged in their own.
“A girl’s got to try something,” Mel laughed, “I can’t wait to see what you have between your legs.”
“You’ve seen it before and licked it,” Dawn said with a suggestive leer on her face, “We both have.”
The taxi ride seemed to take forever, Christine spending most of the time protecting her groin and kissing the others while the driver adjusted his rear-view mirror to obtain the best view.
When they arrived at the apartment Mel paid the driver, glancing at the bulge in the front of his trousers and the open fly.
“He was wanking,” she exclaimed, when they were inside.
“I hope he stained his pants,” Dawn laughed, “Talking about pants, what’s in yours, Chris?” she added.
“Bedroom, I think,” Christine replied, leading the way.
Mel was the first to start undressing, loosening the top buttons of her blouse. Dawn’s hand crept inside caressing the creamy orbs while kissing her passionately. Christine stood back watching as Dawn slowly undressed her partner until she stood only in bra and panties. Dawn was next, each item discarded followed by a long lingering kiss. With both girls down to their lingerie they turned towards Christine, still fully dressed. Dawn moved towards her, allowing her hand to slip down to Christine’s groin, this time she didn’t stop her. Soon their lips were together, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth. Mel moved behind Christine and reached around, between the girls, to loosen the button of Christine’s pants and draw the zipper down. She eased the trousers to the floor and both girls stood back in amazement.
Strapped around Christine’s waist was the most elaborate harness either of them had ever seen. Most of the belts the girls had seen were purely an unfortunate necessity required to hold the cock in place. This one was different. The sides were wide, about four inches, with the most ornate embroidery. The front had attached a limp penis, about three to four inches long, almost indistinguishable from the real thing, whilst behind it disappearing inside Christine was the shaft of a dildo held in place by the harness.
“You’ve been walking around with a dildo up your pussy all night?” Mel exclaimed, “You lucky thing, I hope it’s bigger than that,” she added pointing at the limp cock dangling between Christine’s legs.
“Why don’t you make it bigger,” Christine said, pushing Mel down to her knees in front of her.
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“You’re joking, aren’t you?” Mel said, looking up at Christine but she still took the limp cock into her hand and started stroking it.
“Feels nice,” she exclaimed, “Just like the real thing,” she added, moving the loose skin up and down the shaft.
Christine moved her hand to the side of the harness and began to move a small dial hidden in the embroidery. The cock pulsed and Mel jumped back, alarmed.
“It moved,” she whispered, “I’m sure the fuckin’ thing moved itself.”
Christine moved Mel’s hand back unto the cock and covered it with her own, both girls wanking the hard shaft. The cock moved again, and then slowly uncoiled like a cobra raising its head. The appendage got bigger and harder until it stood fully erect, nine inches of hard rod. Mel and Dawn looked on, amazed.
“How the fuck did you do that?” Dawn asked bending to examine the cock, at close quarters.
Christine moved the dial back slightly and the cock lost a little of its hardness and pointed almost horizontally away from her body.
Dawn grasped the shaft and started wanking it again, a turn of the dial sending it fully hard once more.
Christine started to answer Dawn’s question at last. “Some compressed air cylinder’s hidden in the harness.”
“Never mind that, can you fuck with it?” Mel said bending close to the head.
“Suck me off first,” Christine replied, pushing the cock towards Mel’s mouth.
Mel opened her mouth and Christine inserted the cock inside. Christine began undulating her hips, fucking her mouth gently. Dawn moved behind Christine and began to caress her breasts as she looked over her shoulder at the fellatio below. Suddenly Mel’s eyes opened wide and she removed the cock from her mouth, examining it.
“I could swear I tasted cum,” she said, staring again at the head of the cock. Christine smiled to herself and again pushed the cock towards Mel’s mouth. Once inside she again began to fuck Mel’s mouth, slowly at first then faster. Christine moved her hand once more to the side of the belt. She eased the cock from Mel’s mouth, and then pressed on a discretely hidden button. Cum poured from the end of the cock hitting Mel’s chin and the top of her breasts before dripping down onto the carpet.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Mel shouted, falling back from the gushing cock. Gathering some of the ejaculate from her breast onto her finger she tentatively tasted it.
“It’s cum, it’s fuckin’ cum,” she again shouted.
“Not quite,” Christine explained, “It’s my own concoction, very realistic, isn’t it?”
“My turn,” Dawn said pushing Mel to one side, “I want to be fucked,” she added.
Dawn almost ripped her panties off and sat on the edge of the bed, before leaning back, her cunt inviting Christine’s cock inside. Christine moved forward and after relaxing some of the hardness from the cock, inserted it slowly and deeply into Dawn’s wet pussy. Dawn gasped as Christine began fucking her, the full length of the shaft disappearing inside her. Turning the dial on the harness, the cock got bigger and harder inside Dawn. Her eyes began to bulge as the cock filled her wet cunt. Mel’s hand slipped down between them, caressing Dawn’s clit while she sucked on her engorged nipples. Another movement to the harness and the cock began to vibrate.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck!” Dawn whispered, her head dropping back onto the bed.
“Now! Now! Now!” she shouted as her orgasm began, her body shuddering with the sensations. Timed to perfection Christine flooded Dawn’s cunt at the instant she peaked, cum dripping onto the floor beside her.
“Time out, time out,” Dawn gasped, the sweat covering her face.
“What the hell is that fuckin’ thing?” Mel said, looking down at the now limp penis.
“My own design,” Christine explained, “Small capillary tubes allow the cock to lengthen and harden, another allows the cum to ejaculate from a reservoir hidden it the harness, and tiny micro electric motors provide the vibration. Simple really, I don’t know why no ones thought of it before. It does everything a cock can do, and more.”
“Does it run out of power, eventually?” Mel asked.
“No,” Christine smiled, “Rechargeable batteries. I have plenty in reserve.”
“Good, it’s gonna be a long hard night,” Dawn said, reaching out for Christine’s cock again.
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Stepmother’s Tale
Sex with brand new husband Scott is never a problem. He’s skilled, long-lasting, enthusiastic, imaginative and marvelously endowed.
He loves role-playing. One of his favourites is wearing a white priest’s dog-collar and black clergy shirt — nothing else — and hearing my wildly imaginative confession while I suck his cock and lick his balls. “Bless you my daughter …” he whispers as he cums “… for I have inherited the kingdom of heaven.”
Scott delights in exploring the wilder shores of sensuality. In particular, he loves giving head (a rare gift for a girl), spanking, sixty-nine and groups. Threesomes, foursomes, moresomes. Scott’s a generously social fucker.
Late one night in bed after a particularly energetic evening with three of Scott’s friends I ask him casually why he isn’t jealous when other men fuck me. “Don’t you care?”
“Not really.”
I push. “I’m your wife. You want me to fuck these guys … you watch when they undress me …”
He interrupts. “You usually undress yourself. They don’t have to. Not often, anyway.”
I ignore him. " … and they stick their cocks in my mouth and my cunt …"
“Guess I’m just not the jealous type.”
“And it turns you on when I cum with other men … in front of you. Me? Your precious new wife?”
“Turns me on … but doesn’t make me jealous.”
All drowsy from lovemaking, I pretend to be offended. “Why not? You should be protecting my honour, you bastard … not encouraging me to give it away to your friends and all those Big Men who can help your acting career.”
Scott laughs, slips an arm around my neck, nestles my head on his shoulder. “I learn early.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t want to know. You’ll be shocked.”
I wake up. “What the hell could shock me, Scott? After all we’ve done together … after tonight? I fuck two below-the-title stars for you and that damned hairdresser — by the way I think he wants you, not me — what the hell could shock me? Anyway, what do you mean, you learned early?”
He settles in the bed. “You promise you won’t be shocked?”
“Oh jesus, Scott …” I pull out of the shelter of his arm and turn away from him, on my side. “I’m going to sleep.”
“Ok … ok” he says hurriedly. “If you really want to know I’ll tell you. Here’s the picture … I’m eighteen, my father has loads of money … divorces my mother … gets custody of me because my mother is a slut with a serious drinking problem.” He thinks back. “My father marries this great-looking redhead. Gorgeous. Big fleshy woman … huge breasts … like ripe melons … like yours. Built entirely of curves. She’s how I learned to love big boobs. Much younger than him … only about four years older than me, in fact. As for me, I work out a lot … I’ve got a good build and enormous cock.”
“Stop boasting.”
“I’m telling the truth. Do you want to hear the story or not?”
“Sorry. Go on.”
“My stepmother’s an exhibitionist … even I know it. Likes to hang around the house wearing almost nothing … all see-through and breast and nipple and thigh … and I spend a lot of time trying to see as much of her as I can without being caught. I’m obsessed with her body. Remember, I’m she’s an older women … something like twenty-two.”
“Dirty pervert.”
Scott ignores me. “One morning, soon after she moves in, I walk past the bedroom she shares with my dad and the door’s open and she’s naked, sitting on their bed facing the door and rubbing some sort of white cream on her boobs. She catches me standing there, staring at her, and doesn’t even try to cover herself. Just smiles … says ‘hi honey’ … and keeps looking at me, smiling all the time, while she smears the white stuff on her boobs … so they sway, all sexy. Then she rubs the stuff on her belly and between her legs, still looking at me with this funny teasing expression, until I get embarrassed and say ‘sorry” and she says ’no problem, honey’ and I walk away even though I want to stay forever and watch her rub white stuff all over every inch of her incredible body."
“I’ve never seen you embarrassed.”
He ignores me again. “We live in this big house … my stepmother doesn’t actually work … she likes going out to dinner and parties instead. Particularly when my father’s away on business. Well, one late evening … only a couple of weeks after they marry … Dad’s out of town … my stepmother’s out at some party … and I’m in bed with a copy of Playboy. The room’s dark except for the bedside lamp … and I’m drooling over the pictures and jerking off while the centerfold smiles at me. I’ve left my bedroom door part open because it’s a warm night and there’s nobody in the house except me. I’m pounding away when I catch this movement out of the corner of my eye. I look up and see my new stepmother standing in the hallway, holding her shoes in one hand, watching me jerk off. I’ve no idea how long she’s been there.”
“Wow … " I turn back to Scott, pull his arm around my shoulders again. “This is sexy. What do you do?”
He shrugs. “What can I do? I pull the sheets up to cover everything and say something silly like ‘hi … didn’t expect you back so soon. How was your evening?’”
“And …” I reach for Scott’s cock. In spite of his world-class performance right after his friends fuck me, it’s hard again. I guess he’s really enjoying telling me about his stepmother. Anyway, he seems to have a perpetual erection. Part of his charm. I hold him, fondle gently.
“She comes into my bedroom and sits down on the side of my bed. She’s wearing this real sexy red dress … shows lots of tit and leg … I remember ever detail … and says the sort of words the experts say you’re supposed to say at such moments. I don’t remember what they are but something like ‘don’t be ashamed … it’s perfectly natural for a teenage boy to masturbate … would be unnatural if you don’t’. You know the sort of thing …”
“Not really. I’ve never been a teenage boy and certainly never jerked off to Playboy. But go on.”
“She sits there on my bed and her breasts are literally inches from my face … and her skin is shining like she’s sweating or something. And she puts a hand under the sheet. I think for one wonderful moment that she’s going to grab my cock. But instead she pulls out the Playboy. She opens it at the centrefold, turns it around so it opens up and examines it. Then she asks me if I think the girl is sexy. I’ve no idea what’s going on. All I can think of is to I tell her sure, I think she’s sexy. Then my stepmother asks me if I think the girl in the centerfold is sexier than she is.”
I giggle. “Crucial moment, my love. And?”
“Even then I know something about women. Enough to know that there’s only one correct answer. I tell my stepmother the naked girl in the Playboy centrefold isn’t nearly as sexy as she is.”
“Good for you, lover. And …”
Scott’s voice is gravelly now and his cock pushes rhythmically against my hand. “She leans forward so I can see down the top of her dress … lacy black bra … real huge tits, like goddam mountains … kisses me sweetly on my forehead and laughs and tells me the Playboy women are all idealized and airbrushed. Not real. Then she asks ‘have you ever seen a naked woman … a real naked woman … not just a girl?’ I don’t remind her about catching her naked, rubbing that white stuff on her boobs a couple of days before. Instead I tell her the only real naked woman I’ve seen is my mother. She says that doesn’t count. The conversation is getting very sexy by this time … and it gets even sexier.
“My stepmother asks ‘would you like to … see a real naked woman, I mean? It’s about time you did. You’re certainly old enough’. And I tell her ‘yes, of course … I’d really like that’. And she puts a hand over the hand I’ve been jerking off with …” long pause “… and my stepmother asks ‘would you like to see me naked?’”
“Wow. Fan-fucking-tastic.”
“Her voice gets all breathy and husky. She says she’ll show me her body if I want to see it because the human body is nothing to be ashamed of. The naked body is a beautiful thing. Nudity is a beautiful thing. She says teenage boys shouldn’t have to buy Playboy to find out what real women look like. So because there’s nothing to be ashamed of in nudity … she’ll show me her body if I really want to see it. But she’ll only do it if I promise not to tell anyone. Particularly my father. And I mustn’t try to touch her. Of course, I promise. I’ll promise to jump out of a plane without a parachute … I’ll wrestle a great white shark … if that’s what it takes to get my gorgeous, sexy stepmother out of her clothes again.
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“The next thing I know she turns her back and asks me to unzip her dress. I can hardly handle the zipper, I’m so excited. But I fumble around and manage. Then she stands up, pulls the dress down and steps out of it … pulls her panties down, drops them on the floor. She sits back on my bed and tells me ‘Undo my bra.’ So I do that. I’ve had some experience with bras so there’s no big problem. And she lets the bra fall off … stands up again, stares at me … real slow like she’s challenging me or something … and slowly turns around like a model on a runway. She’s naked as the day she’s born. Incredible tight ass … great, heavy breasts … she’s mostly shaved … just a little fringe of ginger hair … they call it a landing strip … at the bottom of her belly … right there in my bedroom. It’s a teenage boy’s wettest fantasy. I almost cum right there.”
This is great stuff. I wonder if it’s true. After all, Scott’s an actor and actors aren’t famous for doing reality. “Go on … go on lover…”
“I tell her she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And then I take the big chance.” Scott pauses dramatically.
“What? What do you do? Jump her?”
“No. I’m no fool. I pull back the sheet … real slow … so she can see my cock again. It’s enormous. I’ve never seen it so big … all hard and throbbing and jerking and sticking up in the air. I take a big chance and ask her if I can jerk off looking at her instead of at the centrefold … because she’s so much more beautiful than the girl in the centerfold.”
Nobody could invent this. Not even Scott. “You’re a genius, darling. A goddam genius.”
***
He’s smug. “What can she say? She considers the idea … then she says she’d like that. It would be a compliment to her, she says. Because there’s nothing wrong with masturbation, in spite of what the church says. Masturbation is natural. Like nudity. She sits down on the side of my bed again … I’ve never seen so much shiny, glowing, naked female flesh so close. She bursts with flesh. Right next to me. Her nipples are hard and stick out like little fingers … so close I can lick them if I want. And she smells wonderful … sex and sweat and wine … I wonder if she fucks somebody when she’s out this evening. Wouldn’t be at all surprised.”
Scott’s voice is a low growl. “I lie there, drowning in her body … fantasizing about fucking her … and I start slowly moving my hand up and down on my cock … watching my stepmother … watch my hand.”
Another long pause. I scratch his scrotum with long fingernails. “Don’t stop lover. Don’t stop. Then what …”
“She gives a sort of sigh as if she’s finally made a difficult decision … she doesn’t say anything just reaches out … pushes my hand away … takes my cock in her own hand. It’s like she has no choice. She can’t resist. I don’t say anything, just lie back in the bed and let her jerk me off. Like … I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Do you cum?”
Scott laughs. “Do I cum? Almost as soon as she touches me. A fucking great ocean of cum. Spurts and spurts and spurts. More than I’ve ever seen in my life … and even then I’ve seen a lot. We watch it spray like Vesuvius … squirt up in the air … splash on my hand … all over her breasts … seems to last forever.
“When it finally stops I take an even bigger risk. I reach out and wipe my cum all over her breasts. First one breast … then the other. They’re all sweaty and tight and hot and soft. She doesn’t try to stop me … even though I’ve promised not to touch her. Just watches me wipe the cum … watches it drip off her hard nipples. Sits there on the side of my bed breathing heavily and doesn’t say anything while I wipe my cum all over her wonderful soft breasts.”
“Your first hand job … at least with someone else. Congratulations, darling. How does it end?”
Scott’s voice is soft and far away. “She kisses me on the forehead again … stands up … picks up her clothes and shoes from the floor … says ‘good night … sweet dreams … don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you’ … and walks out of my bedroom stark naked … my cum still on her breasts. Just as if nothing unusual has happened.”
Long pause. Scott turns over on his side with his back to me. I kiss the back of his neck. “There’s more. I know there’s more …”
“How do you know there’s more?”
“You’re an actor. That was a theatrical pause. For effect, I know that. And, anyway, there’s always more with you.”
“Ok. If you want to know … I wait maybe a minute … then I get out of bed, go to her bedroom … the one she shares with my father. She’s lying on top of the bed rubbing my cum on her tits and down on her pussy like this …” Scott turns back to me, slides fingers down my belly into my pussy, still sloppy with cum from our party with his friends. In and out. In and out. “She doesn’t say a word … just takes my hand and covers it with hers … keeps pushing my fingers and my cum into her pussy until she screams … she’s a real screamer … and cums right there next to me on my father’s bed.”
“That’s rather sweet. And after that?”
“I go back to my bedroom and jerk off, of course The next day we just act normal … stepmother and stepson … and don’t do anything until my dad leaves on a business trip again a week later.” Scott’s voice gets softer and softer. “I’m doing my homework in my room and she comes back from driving my dad to the airport and I get a hard-on as soon as I hear the front door close. She comes straight up to my room and kisses the back of my neck … takes her clothes off … all without a word … lies down on my bed and spreads her legs. I don’t need to be told what to do next. I leave my homework, take my own clothes off as fast as I can and join her. She mumbles something about thinking of my big cock all morning, runs her tongue down my chest and belly and takes my cock in her mouth. She sucks until I cum. Then I fuck her. It’s incredible. The first time I’ve ever been sucked and fucked by a real woman.
“After that we don’t wait for my father to go away on trips. We do it whenever we can. One Sunday morning … my father’s playing golf … she teaches me how to go down on a woman. She teaches me to open her pussy lips with my fingers and fuck her with my tongue. Teaches me what women like and don’t like.”
“So that’s where you learn. So young. I’m impressed.”
“Soon I just wait until my dad’s left the house to go to work early in the morning then I go down the corridor to their bedroom and climb into bed with her. Sometimes … not often … she’s still got my dad’s cum in her when I fuck her. Kinky. Like lubricant. It’s great. Then I go to school.”
I sense that Scott’s trying to end the story. “So what’s this got to do with you not being jealous when other men fuck me? That was my question, lover. Remember?”
Scott grins. His teeth flash white in the dark. “I’m never jealous with you because I’m never jealous of my stepmother. Not when she’s with my dad … and not when she fucks my friends.”
“What do you mean ‘fucks your friends.’? You didn’t tell me that.”
Scott shrugs. “You didn’t ask.”
“You shit.”
He’s not even slightly offended. “It’s brilliant. And after the first time, it’s easy.”
“What do you mean … ‘after the first time’?”
Scott explains that it’s all really a matter of young male pride.
***
Scott can’t wait to tell his best friends at school, Don and Barry, that his beautiful stepmother has taken her clothes off for him so he can see a real woman naked. But he doesn’t mention that they’ve gone a lot further than that. For one thing, he doesn’t think they’ll believe him. Which is just as well, because they don’t even believe the naked stepmother part. After all, he’s still a teenager and she’s a grown woman in her twenties. Also, Barry reminds him, she’s his stepmother.
“Gross …” says Don.
Scott tells him he’s just jealous. He swears it’s all true and suggests maybe be can get his stepmother to take her clothes off for them too. So they can see a real woman naked. Of course, he has no idea how he’ll do that, but he’s a teenaged boy and he’s been challenged and teenaged boys don’t back down on challenges.
One Friday when his father’s out of town, Scott invites Don and Barry to a sleepover at his place. As soon as they get permission from their mothers he starts to panic. What if he suggests his stepmother takes her clothes off for his friends and she gets mad and tells his father? This could be the end. He wonders if teenage Canadian boys are eligible to disappear into the French Foreign Legion for the rest of their lives.
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Scott’s stepmother isn’t there when Don and Barry get home after school so they do homework together, watch TV, unfreeze some food and watch some more TV until it’s nearly midnight and they troop up to Scott’s bedroom. It has three beds, one for Scott and two bunk beds, one of top of the other, for visitors.
The boys undress without looking at each other. Seems boys never look at other boys when they’re naked because they’re scared the other boys will think they’re gay. Maybe that’s why no lover I’ve ever had knows whether his male friends have cocks like stallions or rabbits.
Nobody mentions Scott’s stepmother. Instead, they get into pajama bottoms — cool guys don’t wear pajama tops — and sit on their beds and talk about school and soccer and tell lies about girls they’ve dated and how far they’ve been able to get until they hear the front door open and close. The sound of footsteps comes up the stairs and along the passage. The footsteps stop at Scott’s bedroom door. There’s a long pause before the handle turns and the door opens.
Scott’s stepmother steps in, smiling. She’s in full war paint — false eyelashes, vivid pink lipstick and a long, curling fall — and dressed to kill in a slinky, black outfit that clings to her body like a second skin. Four inch heels. “Hi lover …” She sees Don and Barry and stops. “Oh … I was at a party … I didn’t know. I’m sorry … I didn’t know you had friends over …”
“It’s ok” says Scott. “It’s only Don and Barry.”
Don climbs down from the top bunk and he and Barry shake hands with Scott’s stepmother. She holds their hands a little longer than seems necessary. “You’re both very welcome” she says. Her eyes linger on the boy’s half-naked bodies. “You guys want some cool drinks or anything before I go to bed?”
Don and Barry say “thank you … that would be nice” at the same time. They sit down next to each other on the lower bunk bed opposite Scott’s bed.
Scott’s stepmother smiles “won’t be long.” They hear her footsteps start down the stairs towards the kitchen and stop. It’s as if she’s trying to decide something. She obviously makes a decision because the footsteps go back up the stairs and they all watch as she passes Scott’s bedroom door in her clingy black dress and heads towards the bedroom she shares with Scott’s father.
“Hey … she’s really great” says Don admiringly. “You really see her naked?”
“Sure” says Scott. “Great tits. Pigeon tits.”
“What’s pigeon tits?” asks Don.
“Really high … nipples that point upward … to the sky.”
“Ohmygod” says Don.
“When’s she gonna take her clothes?” ask Barry.
Scott tries to look as if he knows what he’s doing. “Wait” he says. “You guys trust me or not?” Inside he’s really scared. He has no idea how he’s going to get his stepmother naked.
***
Scott’s stepmother comes back to his bedroom carrying pop and cookies on a tray. Everything about her is different. The makeup, the false eyelashes and the fall are gone. Her hair’s tied up in a cute pony tail, like a teenager. She’s changed out of the slinky black dress into a short white robe that reveals most of her long, tanned legs. The sort of robe teenaged girls wear. The boys can see the top of a lacy black teddy underneath. Except for her heavy breasts, obvious under the robe, she doesn’t look any older than the teenagers sitting on the beds, waiting impatiently for her to get naked.
Scott’s stepmother doesn’t seem to notice that when she bends over to give the boys their drinks and cookies, the white robe opens and the black teddy underneath falls away to reveal breasts and nipples, swaying naked right there in front of their fascinated eyes.
She sits down on the side of Scott’s bed opposite Don and Barry, and crosses her legs to show fine thigh. Politely she asks Don and Barry about their parents and how they’re doing at school and how the soccer team’s playing. She seems really interested in their answers. They all chat and laugh and Scott’s stepmother is casual about keeping her robe closed and when it falls open the see-through black teddy does almost nothing to hide her body. So, naturally, the boys try to see as much of her as they can without being too obvious.
And when Don’s pajama fly gapes open like pajama flies do, and a healthy, hungry teenage cock jumps out, the cock is pushed back inside fairly quickly and Scott’s stepmother just smiles and doesn’t seem to mind at all.
***
Scott’s stepmother asks Don and Barry if they have girlfriends. They admit they do.
She’s in a teasing mood. “So … your girlfriends … you guys sleep with your girlfriends yet? Or are you still virgins?”
Don and Barry look embarrassed. “Some messing around…” admits Don. “You know … kissing and touching and stuff … not …” He tails away, not sure how far to go.
“Same here” says Barry reluctantly. “We kiss and touch … like … that sort of stuff.”
Scott’s stepmother giggles. “Nothing more guys? I’m surprised. I thought teenagers went a lot further.” She laughs, the robe opens and under the teddy her breasts swing from side to side, nipples dark and inviting. The boys stare, hypnotized. “I did when I was your age. Much further.” She glances down, notices her breasts. “Whoops … sorry.” She giggles again and closes the robe.
Barry is challenged. “Well, we sometimes play with each other … you know … like hand jobs.” His cock jumps out of his pajama fly at the thought and everyone watches while he blushes, pushes it back. “Sorry.”
“That’s ok” says Scott’s stepmother sweetly. “I understand.”
Don joins in eagerly. “Yeah … we do that too … like hand jobs. Me and her. Nothing else though. Not yet.”
Scott’s stepmother smiles. “You’re still virgins. That’s a pity … but for really good-looking guys like you it won’t last long. I bet all the girls are just creaming to get their clothes off and climb into bed with you. I bet they all want to get naked for you.” She leans towards Don and Barry on the opposite bed. The robe opens again, one teddy strap slips off a shoulder. A dark pink nipple peeps out above black lace. She uncrosses her legs. Now, as well as breasts and nipples, Don and Barry can see long, lovely legs, the little ginger landing strip and the start of her pussy. “I bet they just cream for you. I bet they just want to do it with really good-looking guys like you.” She glances down, draws attention to her pussy staring at the fascinated boys. “Whoops” she says again “sorry guys” and makes a big show of closing the robe again. “Don’t mean to tease you.”
“No problem” says Barry politely.
Don groans softly “oh god in heaven …”
***
Scott may be only a teenager but he understands what’s happening. His stepmother is turned on by these horny, half-naked teenage boys. She’s teasing them, flirting with them, deliberately flashing breast and thigh and pussy and talking sexy. A plan starts in his mind.
Scott’s stepmother asks the boys “you want to know what girls like?”
“Sure” says Barry eagerly.
“Please” says Don. “I’d really like that.”
“Girls like to be kissed” she says. She glances at Scott, leaning back against the wall behind his bed, knees drawn up to his chest. She repeats, makes the words sound like the most important of the ten commandments. “Girls really like to kiss.” She turns back to Don and Barry and the robe opens halfway and a breast stares at them, round and heavy under the transparent black teddy. “They like kissing a lot. It’s very, very important to learn how to kiss.” She smiles at Don and Barry. They try not to stare at the wandering breast. “Girls are just as interested in sex as boys, you know. Just the same. They just pretend they’re not because they don’t want people to think they’re sluts.” She laughs. “Girls like to be kissed … and they like boys to touch their breasts …” One hand finds her own breast, cups it. A hard nipple peeks out between her fingers. “And girls really, really like it when you suck their nipples.”
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Barry makes a little groaning noise.
“Holy jesus” says Don softly.
Scott’s stepmother pushes further. “Most girls like to suck cock, too.”
“Oh god” says Barry. “Oh jesus. I never knew that.” He questions. “Why?”
“Girls like it because guys like it so much. And it’s sexy. Turns us on. That’s why.”
“No shit” says Scott. “Sorry.”
“That’s ok. And if a girl sucks your cock, you’ve got to reciprocate” says Scott’s stepmother. She waves a stern finger at the boys. Her robe is wide open now so they can see both breasts and pussy again. “If she sucks your cock you’ve got to suck her pussy in return.”
“Holy fuck …” says Don. “Sorry.”
“What if I don’t want to … I mean, go down on her?” asks Barry.
“You’ll learn … and girls really, really like it if you go down on them after you’ve cum in them. Most guys won’t do that. Most guys are too selfish.”
Barry groans.
Scott decides it isn’t going to get any sexier than this. He grabs his chance and asks Don and Barry casually “you guys ever see a woman naked? I mean a real woman? Not your mothers? Mothers don’t count.” He considers. “Unless it’s someone else’s mother.” Everyone laughs. Don and Barry shake their heads, no.
Scott asks his stepmother “the naked body is a beautiful thing, right … and nudity is nothing to be ashamed of? Right? That’s what you think. That’s what you tell me.”
She agrees happily. “Of course there’s nothing to be ashamed of … the human body is beautiful …” Her breathing gets faster. “Nudity is beautiful …” She’s obviously excited. “… breasts and vaginas are beautiful …” She notices Barry’s cock pushing out of his pajama fly again “… penises are beautiful.” She stops talking, looks around at the teenage boys adoring her, wanting her. She hesitates, runs one hand over her forehead. She’s sweating lightly. She makes a decision. “Sorry … oh dear … well … got to get to bed … let you guys get some sleep. School in the morning.” She pulls the robe closed, reties its belt, stands up to leave.
“Wait” says Scott. It’s like an order. His stepmother stops. Scott turns to Don and Barry. “Like … my stepmother thinks teenaged boys should learn about the female body and what it looks like from a real woman … not from Playboy centerfolds.” He puts a hand on his stepmother’s arm. “Do you really believe all that stuff about the beauty of the female body … or is it just big talk because I’m only a teenager?”
Scott’s stepmother glances at Don and Barry lounging next to each other on the bottom bunk, chests naked, staring at her. She looks at Scott lying back against the headboard of his bed. All three boys have obvious erections pushing against their pajama pants.
Scott’s stepmother licks her lips. “So?”
“So why don’t you show my friends?”
She fights for time. “Show what?”
“You know. Your body. So they can learn too.”
“Is that what you want?” she asks Scott as if she’s just heard what he’d like for his birthday. “You want me to … get naked for your friends? Haven’t you seen enough?” She giggles like a naughty schoolgirl and now, when the belt loosens and the white robe opens and her breasts and pussy are obvious under the black teddy, she leaves it open.
“You’re so beautiful … and besides you did it for me …” He doesn’t finish the sentence. “You’re so beautiful …”
Suddenly nervous, Scott’s stepmother asks “you told them?”
“Yes … about getting naked for me. Because nudity is beautiful.”
“Holy jesus.” She thinks. “What else?”
“Nothing else. I swear.”
Scott’s stepmother smiles, relieved. “Then I don’t see why not.” She asks Don and Barry “You guys want to see what I look like when I’m naked? What a real woman looks like? You want to see breasts and pussy? Would you like that? See my breasts and pussy?” She’s breathing hard.
Don and Barry are so excited they can’t speak. They nod instead.
“Ok. If that’s what you guys want … but just for … like education …” She doesn’t finish the sentence. “If that’s what you want … but only this one time … and you must never, ever tell anyone … ok? People won’t understand that I’m just trying to help … just educate … never tell your parents.” The boys agree enthusiastically. She speaks as if she’s in a trance. “There’s nothing bad or wrong about a woman’s breasts and pussy you know … nothing bad … or evil … or naughty … at all … I’ll show you. Then you’ll know.”
Scott’s stepmother stands up, unties the belt, opens her robe, slips it off her shoulders. The black silk of the teddy drapes light and shadow down her naked body, showing the curves of her breasts, her nipples and her pussy. Patches of sweat where her nipples and groin have stuck to the black silk turn it transparent. She pirouettes for them.
“Holy jesus” say Don and Barry together.
“Holy fuck …” says Scott.
After maybe five seconds Scott’s stepmother closes the robe and ties the belt. “Ok?” She asks. “Don’t ever tell anyone that I showed you. Not ever. People won’t understand.”
Barry says boldly “I want to see you really naked …”
Scott’s stepmother flushes. “But you could see ….”
“… without the teddy.”
Don pleads “please take it all off. Just once. I’ve never even seen my mother really naked. Just my sister in the shower sometimes …” His cock, all pink and hard, stares at Scott’s stepmother out of his pajama fly.
She glances down at Don’s cock and melts. “Poor boy … so hungry.” She looks at Barry and Scott, her eyes soft, loving. “That’s what you guys want too? You want me to take everything off … so you can see me really naked … my breasts … my pussy … breasts … pussy … everything? That what you want? Breasts … pussy? You want to see my … cunt?” It’s the first time she’s used the word.
Don is so excited he can hardly speak. “Please … please …”
“There’s nothing wrong …” She stops talking, unties the belt again, slips the robe off, drops it on Scott’s bed. She touches Don gently on the forehead like a caress, slips the straps of her teddy and lets it fall, collapsing sweetly, to the floor.
“You’re so beautiful” says Don.
“Holy fuck …” says Barry.
Scott’s stepmother stands naked in front of Scott and his friends. A thin layer of sweat shimmers over her body. Her breasts gleam like they’re oiled. Her nipples are hard. She turns full circle. “This is what a woman looks like” she tells the boys. “This is what the female body looks like.” “This is what a real woman looks like.” She cups her breasts, nipples pushing out between her fingers. “These are breasts.” She puts a hand down between her legs. “This is my cunt. My cunt.”
“Can I see your cunt?” asks Don. His voice is tight, strangled. “Closer?”
Scott’s stepmother steps in front of Don, sitting on the bed, so close his face is only inches from her groin. Her voice is a whisper now. “Want to look at my cunt … touch it? Want to touch it? Why not? Go ahead.” She spreads her thighs for him. “Touch my cunt …”
Don puts a hand out, touches her. When she closes her eyes and doesn’t pull away, he slips two fingers inside her. “Ohmygod” he says “You’re so wet. So slippery.” He pushes fingers in and out. She opens her eyes, looks down at him. “So soft …”
She takes Don’s hand, moves it to her clitoris. “Touch me there” she says softly. “Girls like that … run your fingers along the sides … oh yes … oh yes …” Her hips grind in time with Don’s fingers.
She glances over at Barry. “Who’s next? You want to touch me there too?” She breathes hard, as if she’s been running.
“Please … oh god … please …”
She pushes Don’s hand away, steps in front of Barry, opens her legs for him. Instead of just touching her, Barry slips his hands around her buttocks, pulls her toward his face.
“No” she says, trying to pull back. Barry holds her firmly, sticks out his tongue, tries to lick her.
“No … don’t do that. You mustn’t.”
Barry pushes his luck. “You said girls like it. You said girls like it a lot.” He sticks his tongue out again, leans forward. His tongue touches her clitoris.
“No” she says “no … please.” But she doesn’t pull away. Just stands there while Barry’s tongue circles her clitoris and Don and Scott watch. She whimpers. “No” she says again “you shouldn’t” and closes her eyes. She groans. “Oh yes … oh yes … that’s it … that’s what girls like … oh yes.” She puts both hands on top of Barry’s head, leans her weight on him. Her breasts hang down, sway like ripe melons. “Oh yes … suck it in … suck it in … yes … yes … now lick around it … oh yes … yes … suck my clit …”
“Holy fuck” says Don. “Awesome …”
Scott’s stepmother groans. “You mustn’t tell anyone … promise … oh yes … oh yes … oh jesus.” She spreads her legs further. “Yes” she whimpers. “Yes … deeper … oh deeper … oh jesus …” After maybe a minute she shudders, screams a tight, strangled scream, pulls back from Barry’s tongue, closes her thighs. Her breathing quietens. “Holy jesus … where do you learn that?” Her whole body glows with sweat. She looks around at the three boys. “You mustn’t ever tell anyone” she begs. “Not anyone. Ever.”
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Barry says “it was great. You taste salty. Do you want me to do it again? I can, if you like.”
She laughs, turns to Scott, asks “where do you find this guy? He knows too much.” She turns serious. “Don’t ever tell anyone or …” she searches for words, breaks into a smile “… I’ll have to kill you” and bends down to pick up her teddy from the floor. “Now you know what a real woman looks like.”
When Scott speaks his voice is low, taut. “No” he says. “Leave it.” His stepmother straightens up, surprised. “You’ve had your fun … what about us?”
“What do you mean?”
“What are you going to do for us?” He puts his hand inside his pajama pants, pulls out his cock. “I want you to take my friend’s cherries … just like you took mine. I want you to fuck my friends.”
Everything stops. Don and Barry look at Scott as if he’s gone stark, raving crazy. This is going too far. Much too far. You don’t talk to parents like this. Not even stepmothers. Suddenly they’d much rather be somewhere else, anywhere else, even at school or doing homework. They start to get up from the bunk together, ready to run for their lives. “Sit” orders Scott. They sit.
Don announces “I’m really, really sorry and really, really have to go home …”
Scott interrupts him. “Shut up. Just shut up and stay there.” Barry stares at Scott like he wants to murder him.
“What the hell …” says Scott’s stepmother. She bends down again, picks up the teddy. “What the hell do you think you’re saying?”
“I want you to fuck my friends … like you fuck me.” They stare at each other like boxers before the bell. Scott is really scared his stepmother is going to hit him.
Instead she turns ice cold. “I’m sorry I ever tried to help you understand about growing up. About being a man. It’s a silly mistake … stupid … because I thought you were more mature. Now you’re being childish.” She adds with unexpected dignity — particularly since she’s stark naked in front of three teenaged boys all with erections — “I’m not a whore you know … I won’t fuck your friends … and I won’t ever have anything to do with you ever again.” She grabs her robe from Scott’s bed and starts for the door.
Scott gathers every ounce of courage. “If you won’t fuck my friends I’ll tell my father what we’ve been doing … that you let me come into your bed as soon as he’s gone to work … and you suck my cock … and you get naked for my friends and let them suck your cunt … and when my father throws you out, you’ll lose a pisspot full of his money.
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Scott orders “sit down.”
Scott’s stepmother sits down on Scott’s bed She’s breathing hard. She holds her robe and teddy in one hand, doesn’t try to cover herself.
Scott says “Now do what I tell you”. She glares at him, tries to speak but he won’t let her. “Shut up and open your legs.” Scott’s stepmother hesitates. “Spread them.” She opens just enough so the boys can see her pussy again. “Touch yourself.” She puts one hand between her legs, lets it lie there. “I said touch yourself. And open wider.” She spreads wider. “Show my friends how you play with yourself. Like you showed me.” Slowly, reluctantly, two fingers move on her clitoris.
“Does it feel good?” asks Scott. “Do you like playing with yourself?”
Scott’s stepmother shakes her head. “Bastard” she says. But her fingers don’t stop moving. Don and Barry stare.
Scott tells his stepmother “you want to get us all horny, right. Tell us. It’s what you want, isn’t it? Then you just fuck off and leave us like this?”
“Bastard.”
“You want to get us horny … but not do anything for us. Right?” He grins. “You’re wet. We turn you on, right? I can see you’re wet.” Scott pulls his pajama pants down and off. His cock points straight at his stepmother. “Get undressed” he orders Don and Barry. They glance from him to his stepmother. “Is it all right?” Barry asks timidly.
Scott’s stepmother glares at him, doesn’t answer. Her fingers keep moving. Scott takes command. “Tell my friends to get naked. Tell them that’s what you want. Tell them you want them naked. Tell them you want them to fuck you.” She mumbles something. Scott pushes. “What that? We can’t hear.”
When Scott’s stepmother answers her voice is hard and angry. She tells Don and Barry “take those pants off. I want you to fuck me.”
Scott mocks “haven’t you forgotten the magic word?”
“What word?”
“You know.”
She squeezes it out. “Please …”
Don and Barry pull off their pajama bottoms. They both have serious hard-ons.
Scott reaches out, grabs his stepmother’s shoulders, pulls her on her back between his legs, cups her great breasts. They overflow from his hands. “What if we all want to fuck your wet cunt?” he asks. “Is it alright if we fuck you? All of us?” His stepmother glares at him. “And you suck our cocks … that too?” He squeezes her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. She flinches. “Do you want us to fuck you?” She doesn’t answer. “Is that what you want? Or do you want me to tell …?”
She gives in. “No. Don’t tell. Please don’t tell. Is this what you want me to say … ok … ok … ok … please fuck me … please … I want you all to fuck me … that’s what I want. Please, all of you fuck my cunt.” She spreads her legs.
Scott orders “Wider …”
Scott’s stepmother opens wider.
Scott chuckles at the memory. I don’t like the sound but I want to hear more.
“Go on.”
“That’s the start. After that when my dad’s away I bring Don and Barry home after school … and we all fuck her. Then we bring other guys … most of the guys in my class and soccer team.
He thinks back. “We have a little problem after that first gang bang with Don and Barry. My stepmother insists that she’ll only do it in my bedroom … not hers … and only one guy at a time. She doesn’t want guys lining up in her bedroom and watching while she fucks other guys. She wants the others to wait their turn downstairs. She says she’s shy. And doesn’t want to get cum all over the sheets in her bed. My dad would notice.”
“At first I think it’s really great, like living in my own whorehouse. We all rush to my place right after school and the first guy there goes up to my room to fuck my stepmother while the rest of us sit around in the living room, some of us doing homework others watching TV, until whoever’s just fucked my stepmother comes down and sends the next guy up. And then the next. And the next. Until I go up last when she’s really, really slippery.
“After a few days I decide it’ll be more fun if we do the group thing again. I don’t want all this waiting around downstairs. Anyway, clusterfucks are a lot more fun, as you know, my sweet. So while we’re still downstairs I tell the guys … maybe a dozen … to undress and follow me … and we all undress and walk up the stairs into my stepmother’s bedroom one after the other, stark naked, flashing hard-ons.
“I can see it now. My stepmother sits on her bed wearing the same black robe, touching up her makeup, ready to go to my bedroom for the first teenage cock of the afternoon … and she looks real surprised when we walk in all together. All of us. She starts to protest … she wants us out of her bedroom and back downstairs … she says nobody gets laid unless we all get out of her bedroom. But I won’t listen. I tell her to do what she’s told. She looks around … a dozen teenage boys with a dozen roaring erections … and she shrugs and … funny thing … she smiles … and does what I tell her. She takes the robe off … lies back on the bed … naked as a jay bird … spreads her legs and asks ‘who’s first’? Who wants to go first? Who wants to fuck my cunt first? Let’s get this show on the road.’ Then one after the other we fuck her while the others watch and wait their turn.”
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