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Mama Knows Best ( PArt 1)
Oh, mom," Hillary moaned, “I think Tommy only likes me because of my boobs. I wish that just once a guy would pay attention to me for me.” Carol Higgins came up behind her daughter gave her a hug, and tried to soothe her by saying. “Now listen to me, Hillary, you’re darn lucky to have such a large and beautiful chest. Most girls would give their eye teeth to be in your position, so stop complaining and give thanks for your good fortune!” “Hillary leaned back into her mom and replied, “I don’t mean to complain, Mom, but when you were my age didn’t you have problems with guys always wanting to get inside your bra?” “Mmmmmm, yes,” Carol replied. “When I was eighteen every boy in my senior class wanted to date me.” “Weren’t you disgusted with them?” Hillary asked incredulously. “No, I wasn’t,” her mom replied. “I always felt that it was better to be wanted than not, so I took it as a compliment and just rolled with the punches. “But Mom,” she fairly wailed. “Just look at them! They’re huge, I’m already a 36 DD.” Hillary’s naked chest shook as she talked, and Carol Higgins had to admit that they were indeed incredibly large for a girl of her daughter’s age. But that was the hand she was dealt, and she’d just have to deal with it.
“Oh, there’s the doorbell,” Hillary said. “That must be Tommy, can you please go down and tell him I’ll be ready in a few minutes?” “Sure, Honey,” her Mom replied after kissing her on the top of the head. “But hurry up, you don’t want to keep the tit hound waiting!” Hillary rolled her eyes at her Mother’s little joke. She slipped on her bra and adjusted her breasts into the low cut cups. She stared at herself in the mirror and then said under her breath. ‘They do look sexy, I just hope that idiot Tommy can really appreciate them.’ Down stairs, Carol Higgins invited Tommy into the house. “Hillary will be down in a few minutes Tommy, so please have a seat.” she explained. “Thank you, Mrs. Higgins,” Tommy replied, while staring at her boobs. “No problem!” Seeing as how he was even ogling her chest, Carol decided to comment. “Tommy, you have to be more considerate of Hillary’s feelings, she thinks that the only reason you’re dating her is to get your hands on her breasts. I have to admit that after the way I saw you looking at me, she may just be right!” “Oh no, Mrs. Higgins,” he answered quickly. “That’s just not true, I really do like your daughter. It’s just that, well, I have to admit that I do love her chest. But I can’t help myself!” Seeing his contriteness, she softened her voice and replied, “I understand how you feel. Hillary does have very pretty breasts, but please try to show some interest in something other than her boobs. Do you think you can do that for me?” “I’ll do my best, Ma’am,” he replied, “I
surely will.”
Tommy and Hillary rode in silence for the first few miles, both of them seemingly lost in thought. Until Tommy began, “Ooh, Hills, I’ve been thinkin’, maybe I haven’t paid enough attention to you as a person. Well uh, I just want you to know that I’m sorry and I’m gonna try an do better.” Shaking her head slowly up and down, she replied slowly. “Well, I appreciate that Tommy, I really do, but I’ve been doing some thinking too. I want you to know that when you show so much interest in my breasts that it is really a very sweet form of flattery. And I am sorry that haven’t been more attentive to your needs.” They rode in silence a little longer, and then almost apologetically Tommy offered. “I really don’t want to go to this dance, and if you’re willing, I have a better idea.”
Mama Knows Best ( Part 2)
They were stopped on a deserted dirt road. The only light inside the car’s interior came from the glow from the instrument panel on the dash board. Tommy watched in the pale light as Hillary slipped off her sweater, exposing her bra encased chest to his hungry eyes. “Oh, God,” he moaned. “I can’t help it Baby, I just can’t get enough of you. Please don’t be disappointed in me.” With a smile, she sloped her shoulders forward, and while shucking her bra replied softly. “I’m not disappointed Dear. Do you really love my breasts? They feel so heavy, and full in my hands.” “Jesus, Hills,” he panted. “You’re gonna kill me if you keep teasing me like this.” “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said playfully. “Mama explained to me about boys and how they just can’t help being the way they are. So I decided to turn over a new leaf, and just go with the flow.” He was visibly as he stared at her beautiful bosom. Hillary took one of her own nipples into her mouth and gave it a little suck, and a nibble. She thought that poor Tommy was going to have a conniption. “P-please, Baby,” he gasped. “Please let me have one. I’ll do anything you want, just let me have a nipple to suck on.”
She unhanded her breast and let it fall back down to her belly, and with a gleam in her eye asked, “Tommy, do you know anything about bras? I mean about their sizes and such?” His mouth was so dry, he had trouble answering. “Uh, A, B, and C, is that what you mean?” he stammered. “Precisely,” she replied sweetly. “Do you know what size bra I wear, Tommy?” “No, I don’t,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why, is it important I know?” “Of course it is, you silly boy,” she said in her best baby voice. “I think a man should know exactly what size breasts he is sucking. Don’t you agree?” “Oh God, Hills,” he moaned even louder. “Please let me play with them. I really need it bad!” “You’re ignoring my question Tommy,” she said gaily. “Now, don’t you think a man should know what size breasts his woman has?” “Okay,” he rejoined. “Anything you say, just let me have them, all right?” Ignoring his petitions, she cupped her boobs, looked him in the eye, and replied very softly, “They’re 36 DD. Don’t you think that’s pretty big? I do, cuz they feel real heavy, would you like to feel how heavy they are?” “Oh yes,” he said while reaching for her magnificent tit flesh, “Let me please.”
Mama Knows Best ( Part 3)
“Take it easy,” she said softly. “They aren’t beach balls ya know, that’s my flesh and blood there, Baby.” After feeling them up, Tommy looked pleadingly into her eyes and begged. “Please may I suck on them? I can’t help it, but I have this uncontrollable urge to have you in my mouth.” Seeing that he was on the verge of a break down, if he did get her nipples into his mouth pretty soon. She finally relented and guided his mouth to one of her huge distended nipples. Tommy sucked on her like she was the last woman on earth. While he was suckling on her, Hillary cradled his head in her lap and let the world float by on the strength of Tommy’s incredible tongue. After a while she asked impatiently. “Baby, do you have an erection? Cuz my vagina is really ready for a good fucking! Do you think you can do that for me?” That was like asking a starving man if he’d like a steak dinner, and immediately he popped up out of her lap and peeled off his pants and shorts! “Oh my, Tommy,” she gasped, “I never realized what a nice penis you have. You must have to masturbate quite a lot to keep it satisfied.” “At least twice a day,” he panted, “and when I do, I always think about your big tits or fat ass!” “Why, Tommy,” she said smoothly, “that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, and do you know what, I’m really getting wet just talking about sex. That’s just plain crazy isn’t it?” “Oh, no,” he replied while fisting his thick member. “I always get hard when talking about sex, so I guess when a woman gets wet, that’s about the same thing isn’t it?” After thinking abut that for a second, Hillary cocked her head to the side and replied, “You know what, Tommy, I think that you’re right, for a woman, getting wet is the equivalent of a man getting a hardon, that’s a very good observation, that’s definitely very good!”
“Tommy,” Hillary went on, “I have an idea, how about I sit on your big cock and let you suck my nipples at the same time, it would be like killing two birds with one stone. I could just straddle your lap and let your pecker ease into my pussy.” “Oh God,” he moaned. “P-please hurry, I’m about ready to shoot my load!” “Well then,” she replied, “I guess I’d better get my soft bottom up and over your cock.” “You’re driving me crazy!” he gasped. “Hurry up! Please, don’t talk anymore, just do it!” “My, my,” she said sweetly while throwing her leg up over his lap. “We are in a hurry aren’t we, now be a good boy and guide your big hard cock into my tight little pussy.” “Oh, Tommy,” she sighed as she let her cunt collapse around his thick member. “You have a very nice erection, now be a good boy and suck my nipples for me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you seem to know just what I need.” And it was just what she needed, after all those months of fending off his advances. It felt more than just good to give in to her carnal desires and let the young man do what he does best. Fucking her after all he was worth it!
While Tommy nursed on her big boobs, Hillary rocked back and forth on his big cock, which just naturally induced a series of very hard climaxes in her overheated pussy! “Oh, Tommy,” she cooed. “You know just how to take care of my pussy and nipples. I have a question for you, were you telling me the truth when you said that when you masturbate you think of my breasts and my bottom?” Now panting very hard, he let go of her nipple and replied. “Oh yes, I always imagined what your bra looked like and how nice it would be to see you taking it off!!!” “Mmmmmm, that sounds so nice,” she replied, “but what about my bottom, you said you like to think about that too!?!” “God I love your ass!” he moaned. “It’s so big and soft, I just love jerking my cock and thinking about rubbing my face all over it!!!” “You’re such a dear,” she sighed while feeding her nipple back into his mouth, “I think that we should have an orgasm together now, don’t you, so be a good boy and keep my nipple in your mouth when I’m cumming, cuz it makes me feel so sexy to have you sucking it!!” Tommy grasped onto her big boob while Hillary began moving her pussy violently up and down his thick shaft, and as incredible as it seemed, he even got harder as his climax approached. “Oh my,” she moaned, “I-I’m cumming, oh yeah, suck my nipple harder, nip it, oh yesssssssss, oh, oh, oh, god I’m fucking cumming!!” Hearing her act like a total cunt slut was like turning on the pleasure switch in his groin, and just as her climax peaked, his nut bags tightened up and his cock spasmed hard, while a gusher of cum flooded his girl friend’s sopping wet vagina.
The two of them stayed locked in their embrace, even as Tommy’s pecker slipped from Hillary’s goo filled pussy. She kissed him softly on the mouth and whispered, “Mama was right, you’re just a man who can’t help himself,” and after giving him another kiss she said, “and thank god for that!!!
The End.
Mike’s First Hand Job ( Part 1)
Elaine and Mike were going out on their very first date. Mike had asked Elaine to see a movie with him at Cinema South. Mike was a little shy, and extremely nervous about the evening. Mike could hardly finish his dinner, because he was so afraid he would say or do something wrong. Elaine had dated before, so she was only a little bit nervous. Mike picked her up at 7:30, right on time just as he had promised. After dinner Elaine yammered on about how her parents were too strict, and other family stuff as Mike drove. Mike was so caught up in his own thoughts about how the night would go; he barely noticed she was talking.
They arrived at the theater a few minutes early, Mike admired Elaine’s luscious behind, as they walked towards the front door. He opened the door for her, like a gentlemen. Mike got in line for popcorn, while Elaine waited for him. She thought he was kind of cute but a little too proper for her taste. Elaine liked the dangerous type. Elaine picked them seats in the back of the sparsely filled theater. Mike wanted to sit up front but he obliged her.
When the movie started Elaine reached for Mike’s hand. Mike squeezed it, and began lightly caressing the inside of her palm with one finger. Mike felt a rush of butterflies in his stomach. After a while Mike stretched his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her on the cheek. Then Elaine turned towards him and kissed him on the lips sticking her tongue in his mouth. Mike was relieved after the kiss he felt it had gone well.
Mike’s First Hand Job ( Part 2)
Soon Elaine put her hand on Mike’s knee and began rubbing his leg. She moved her hand up and down his leg occasionally brushing over his crotch. Mike thought she must have done this by accident and repositioned himself on his seat. Elaine reached over farther and brushed it again. Maybe this wasn’t an accident thought Mike. Mike leaned over and kissed her again on the lips. Elaine pinched his cock with her fingers threw his pants. Mike knew now that Elaine knew exactly what she was doing. This chick meant business. Elaine whispered in Mike’s ear, “unzip your pants.” Mike was so excited he could barely get his zipper down. Mike quietly unzipped, he didn’t want the people around them to hear.
Elaine squeezed his cock and pushed his underwear down over it. Now she could feel him flesh to flesh in her hand. Mike was worried someone around them would see he held the popcorn tightly on his lap in front of him. Elaine stroked him with her nails, and squeezed him with her fingers. She wanted to blow Mike, but she was too afraid someone would notice if her face was in his crotch. She squeezed the middle of his cock and yanked it up and back down. She seductively licked the palm of her hand. Then she slipped her fingers tightly around Mike’s hard prick and slid her hand up and down the shaft. Mike slouched down in his seat and spread his legs. Elaine repeated this motion for sometime while Mike moaned quietly to himself. “You’re going to make me cum,“ Mike warned her. “Good I want you to,” Elaine giggled. She pulled his cock up and down with a faster and faster rhythm. Mike climaxed and cum spurted out from the top of his cock like a volcano. Cum spilled down the side of Elaine’s hand and into the popcorn. Elaine smiled at Mike and licked the cum off her sticky fingers. “A drop of that should never go to waste,” she said.
The End. Good nite. Will continue another day.
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Payback Time
When I was seventeen, I went to a club with my boyfriend, we had been having some troubles lately, so we went just for a good time. I could tell he was looking at every woman except me, so I pretended to look at every man except him. Just as I had hoped, he got jealous and left to “go to the bathroom.” Naturally he didn’t come back, so then this cute guy walked over and asked if he could join me. I said yes and we talked. When he found out my boyfriend had bailed he was concerned. He immediately offered me a ride home. I said sure, and we left.
The ride home was very quiet - I think any conversation there was was done in the club - so it wasn’t all that interesting. I was feeling rather horny though and I couldn’t help but stare at his crotch. He must have really liked me because it was BULGING! I could already tell it was a big one… I couldn’t resist. I broke the silence and said, “You know it was really nice of you to take me home… so I guess I should repay you.” I grinned at him and placed my hand on his crotch and unzipped him. I slowly went down and pulled it out. It was a magnificent sight! It was massive and not too hairy, with a nice head. I placed my lips around it and, amazingly, started to suck every inch of it. I loved the feel of it in my mouth and sucked it with passion. When he finally came I savored every drop of his cum, enjoying all of this. When he dropped me off, I could definitely say he had a big smile on his face!
The End
Cricket’s Calamari Catharsis
There’s always a straw that breaks the proverbial camel’s back (no cruelty intended) and for Cricket, it was calamari. Calamari was her catharsis.
She had recently discovered the succulent squid she loved eating so much were intelligent creatures; studies had proven they were as smart as dogs. “How can I eat something that has the same intelligence as my family’s pet? How cruel!”
She stopped eating calamari.
There were other telltale signs of enlightenment for Cricket; creeping into her subconscious long before the calamari, but she hadn’t realized it. It seemed every time she turned around, she’d hear, see or read about another animal cruelty-related incident.
She felt plagued by the subject; like an itch that always needed scratched: mistreatment of cattle at a slaughter house, a professional athlete’s fighting dogs, puppy-making farms gone awry or pet abandonment; that constant, itch.
She’d always bought beef, chicken, lamb and pork at the grocery store; efficiently, pleasingly packaged and sealed, all ready to be cooked; thinking nothing of it, until one day something snapped inside her; somewhere a light-bulb went on, “THE CALAMARI!” she gasped while standing in the meat section at the market; looking down at the refrigerated packages of meat.
Her conscious mind had finally caught up to her subconscious, like a hammer against a nail, forcing its way in. “…those packages…living and breathing creatures…I can’t eat it this! It makes me sick to my stomach….”
She became a vegan.
Cricket was a petite-framed woman; standing a defiant but diminutive 5'2". What she lacked in body size, she made up for in bravado, wit, charm, beauty and intelligence. She had the personality of a firecracker; making lots of noise; attracting lots of attention and sparkling beautifully while doing so.
Flecks of gold shimmered off her chestnut-colored, spiraling curls sitting just past her shoulders; framing her small, button nose, large, round, brown eyes and pouty, pink lips.
She had willowy arms and legs and her complexion was fair; and soft, like sweet cream. She had a small, sassy, round butt, a long waist and small, perky breasts.
Men found her attractive, but she was usually disinterested; she had never met anyone that shared her passions; so she found more important things to do; things to obsess over; and saving animals was her current preoccupation.
Her obsessive compulsive disorder wasn’t clinically proven, but she had all the text book symptoms of OCD: Lamenting and obsessing over a specific issue; beating it into the ground; pulverized until it bled into all other areas of her life.
Once she decided to become a vegan, she became obsessed with trying to make everyone else around her vegan also; ranting about a calamari’s intelligence and animal cruelty to anyone crossing her path; her OCD was in overdrive.
She had good intentions; lifting a perfectly arched eyebrow in displeasure at those who weren’t buying into her ‘don’t eat meat’ campaign
“Yes. I’d like to speak with someone about volunteering.” Cricket requested, speaking into the phone to a faceless someone at the Protective Animal Shelter.
“Tonight? Yes. I think I can get over there shortly after 5:00 P.M.” she said, writing the directions down onto her “Things To Do Today” pad.
“I should ask for Ben? Okay. Thank you.” Hanging up from her cell phone, Cricket then drove the short distance from work to the Protective Animal Shelter; pulling into a parking space shortly after 5:00 P.M. as she had promised and giving herself a quick look in the rear-view mirror.
The minute she walked through the doors of the animal shelter, her senses awoke. She could smell the residue of cleaning disinfectant, mixed with urine, feces and pet dander; she saw a poster hanging on the wall to her left; a sad, puppy’s eyes greeted her; pleading for a home.
She suddenly felt overwhelmed with empathy for the animals she envisioned lying in cages within the thick walls of the building. She heard the sounds of cats meowing and dogs barking in the distance. She felt sad and wondered if this was a mistake.
“Can I really do this?” she thought to herself.
Approaching the reception desk a voice inquired, “May I help you?” Searching for the voice, she saw a man standing in the doorway; leading to where the animals must reside. He had rough-n’-tumble good looks; standing roughly at 5'11". If she had to guess, she’d say he looked like he weighed about 175 pounds.
His three day-old unshaven face paid tribute to his tusseled, thick, wavy dishwater-blond hair. Hazel eyes peered up at her from behind the clipboard he was holding. He wore a white lab coat, blue-jeans and a pair of sneakers.
“Yes. I’m Cricket. I’m here to find out about volunteering.” she answered moving further into the room; closer to the receptionist area where he was standing.
“Oh. Okay, yeah. I’m Ben. Give me a minute and I’ll give you a tour,” his response was short, curt; to the point.
Ben disappeared behind the door; closing it behind him. Cricket was left alone in the waiting area. She walked toward the receptionist desk, eyes skimming the brochures and pamphlets; reference materials for people interested in adopting a pet.
The door opened and he was back. “Sorry about that.” He said walking toward her, clipboard still in hand. “I’m here by myself for a couple of hours and well; sometimes things can get little hectic around here.”
“I understand.” Cricket responded smiling nervously.
“Do you have an idea of what you think you’d like to do with your volunteer time…uhhh… it’s Cricket? Right?” he inquired while looking down at his clipboard, not really paying much attention to her.
“Well, the woman on the phone mentioned dog walking and I think I could be helpful in that area.” Cricket responded.
“Great! The dogs need long walks and lots of attention. It’s good for their psyches.” Ben stated, smiling while looking at her now. Cricket noticed the cleft in his chin when he smiled; his tone and demeanor made her feel comfortable; it felt right being there.
“Let’s go for a quick tour of the facility and start getting you somewhat acquainted.” he said, moving toward the door he had appeared and disappeared through moments ago. Cricket swung her purse over her shoulder and followed him through the door, her apprehension departed.
That night she watched and listened to Ben closely as he described how the animals came to live there and that nothing would make him happier if they all found their way into good and loving homes.
She learned that he was interning at the shelter; studying to be a veterinarian and he loved animals. Cricket’s heart skipped a beat.
Over the next few months, Cricket spent four hours a week walking, playing and spending time with the dogs at the shelter. She had gotten to know Ben a little better too and found herself looking forward to seeing him on her shift; enjoyed talking to him and oh yeah, she really loved seeing his tight ass in jeans.
After promising to get together outside the confines of the shelter, they finally set a date; agreeing to grab a beer one night at the end of their shifts.
Bellying up to the bar at the local pub located just around the corner from the shelter, Ben inquired, “so what cha’ drinking tonight, pretty lady?”
Cricket’s eye’s sparkled as she responded, “hmmm…I have a taste for the seasonal brew on tap.” The bartender approached and Ben ordered two pints.
“So Cricket, what made you decide to volunteer at the shelter?” Ben inquired.
“Simple,” she began explaining, “animal cruelty.”
“Interesting. Continue.” Said Ben, gesticulating with his hands and sipping his beer.
“Well, it all started with a calamari…” Cricket started in; recounting her cathartic experience with calamari. “…. so, once I gave up eating meat, I just felt there was more I could do in the animal cruelty arena, so I chose to volunteer my time at the shelter”.
“I feel really good about giving something back to my community and helping animals. After saying that, it sounds a bit cheesy, but honestly that’s the best way to describe it.” She finished saying while smiling. “And I met you, too,” She thought.
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Ben sat next to her; listening, completely engaged and hanging on to her every word. For the first time in a long time, Cricket felt very attracted to a man; to him. She felt she’d met a man that seemed to share some of her same core values; or obsessions.
“What drives you?” Cricket asked.
“Drives me crazy? Or drives me, ambition wise?” He questioned.
“Both, I guess.” She responded.
Ben took a deep breath in, “Well, what drives me is basically where I’ve come from. See, I’m genetically connected to a very long line of staunch Republican, ‘make a quick buck and piss on the rest of you all’ types. I wanted to do something different; something that would make a difference for the collective whole, so I chose veterinary medicine.”
“Your parents must be very proud.” she replied.
“Yeah, I guess so. They like the fact that I’m going to be a doctor. I think they would have preferred I study another branch of medicine, but this is what makes me happy and I feel I can make a difference. Now that’s cheesy, eh?” he said laughing.
“And what makes you crazy?” Cricket asked as if her entire body was smiling from head to toe. “Good God. He makes me crazy. Crazy, dizzy and horny!” Thoughts racing.
“Your perfume makes me crazy.” He said turning to face her in his barstool; looking at her directly. His thoughts: “Your hair, your walk, the curve of your neck…you make me crazy….”
“Are you by any chance a vegan?” Cricket inquired; feeling her panties getting wet. “I wish to hell he’d kiss me!” she thought.
“Yep. I can’t eat meat. It makes me sick.” he responded, touching her face and removing a piece of hair away from her eyes. “I wonder what her breasts look like? God, she’s so beautiful!” Ben’s thoughts raced.
They both sat on their barstools smiling at the other until Ben, driven by the desire to kiss her, leaned forward and softly brushed his lips against Cricket’s.
She closed her eyes; drinking in his kiss; his breath; him. He pulled his lips back, inches from hers; looking at her and smiled. She blushed; slightly embarrassed and looked away for a moment.
“Do you want another beer?” he inquired.
“No. I’m good. Thanks though.” she responded lifting her fingertips to her lips.
“Want to get out of here and go someplace else?” he asked pulling his wallet from the pocket in the back pocket of his jeans.
Cricket watched him “that ass in those jeans.” she thought. “Yes.” she said with anticipation.
Cricket lived minutes away and she glanced up and into her rear-view mirror; checking for his headlights behind her.
He parked near her and joined her on the walkway. Finding her keys in her purse, she opened the front door and they both slipped inside. She locked the door; turned around facing him and he reached for her; pulling her into his arms and kissing her lips firmly with his.
Embracing and kissing, their bodies stumbled into her living room, hands moving over the other’s body; and not paying attention, they tripped over her furniture and her green, wicker chair tipped over to its side.
Cricket could see her couch in her periphery and her thoughts raced “make our way to the couch.” She ran her hands up through Ben’s hair drawing him toward her and the comfort of her overstuffed, worn, milk-chocolate colored couch.
They both spilled onto her couch; Ben on top of Cricket; their lips still pressed together. Cricket grappled for Ben’s ‘100% Animal Cruelty Free’ PETA tee-shirt and pulled it up and over his head.
She pulled her lips from his; gazing and touching his exposed chest; fingers traced across his well-developed pectoral muscles and trailed through the soft hair that ran over his chest and down toward his belly button; lips sucked at his nipples.
Ben pushed his hands under her shirt; caressing her soft skin. He unhooked her bra; unleashing her small breasts. He squeezed her breasts and rubbed her nipples erect against his finger tips.
Cricket pulled her tee-shirt over her head and wriggled out of her bra. Their bare mid-drifts embraced, rubbed and danced against the other. It felt amazing and Cricket’s moan percolated from deep inside. Ben reached for her jeans with one hand and fumbled with the zipper; pushing his hand inside; feeling her silky; satin-like panties. Cricket gasped while her mouth mashed against Ben’s.
Lifting himself off her, he kneeled over her and pulled her jeans down; shifting her hips helping him. She lay on the couch in only her panties looking up at him; he hovered over her; kissing her deeply. She pulled at his jeans, misjudging the buttons on his fly, her hand felt his hard cock; restrained, like a bulldog on a chain; wanting to break free.
He lifted himself up again; standing next to the couch and pulled his jeans off; his maroon-colored boxer shorts had fishing lures on them; his cock was erect; standing at attention; saluting Cricket.
Ben kneeled on the floor in front of the couch; Cricket’s body lay on the couch; both legs outstretched in front of her; head sat tilted against a pillow. Ben moved his hungry mouth up her legs; dipping his tongue behind her knees; nibbling at the inside of her thighs until his hot breath was at the front of her panties.
He spread her legs and slid his fingers inside her panties; felt the softness of her pubic hair; she was slick-wet. Cricket arched her back at his touch and he pulled her panties down, over her hips, pushing them down to her knees until they reached her ankles and she kicked them off with her feet.
She spread her legs wider for Ben as he buried his face in between her legs. “Cricket, you’re so beautiful and very wet.” he whispered to her as he gently moved his mouth over her pubis-mons; his breath was hot as he gently sucked her nether lips; teasing her. Cricket moaned loudly.
Ben could see her clit; enlarged and peeking out from behind its protective hood, like a perfect, pink and budding rose; waiting to be plucked. He glided his mouth over her clit; still sucking; he flicked his tongue back and forth and around and around; felt her pulsate in time with his heart-beat.
Cricket moved her head from side to side; panting and moaning. “Oh Ben, that feels so good!” Ben flattened his tongue and licked her clit harder; Cricket bucked her hips greedily toward his mouth. Ben pushed two of his fingers inside her swollen, wet pussy and moved them in and out; still sucking and licking her clit. “Ben. I want to feel you inside me.” she said in between moans.
He stood up from his kneeling position; standing next to the couch. Cricket sat up; her hands reached for the cheeks of his ass; pulling the slit of his boxer shorts closer to her mouth; where the mushroom head of his cock was playing peek-a-boo.
Pulling and guiding him closer, she let her tongue gently skim over the head of his cock. She opened her mouth; enveloping his head and bobbed up and down; inching down his shaft; her tongue rolled, dipped and darted against his cock.
This time it was Ben that was moaning and thrusted his hips toward her mouth; plunging deeper. She drank him in; swallowing his hard cock; she felt her cheeks brush up against the cotton facing of his boxer shorts; fought back the tears as the head of his cock tickled the back of her throat. In. Out. In. Out. His hard cock pulsated against the tiny taste bud ridges of her eager and probing tongue.
Ben pulled his throbbing cock away from her pleasing mouth; pulling off his shorts. Cricket wanted him; wanted him inside her. She stood up; turned around; her feet were on the floor and she spread her legs; her hands held onto the back of the couch; lifting her hips up and toward Ben’s stiffened cock right behind her.
Ben moved closer; rubbing the head of his cock back and forth across her wet pussy until thrusting himself inside her pussy; gliding into the warm, wet, tight folds.
“Oooooh, Ben!” she yelled into the back of the couch. He dug his hands into her hips and pushed himself in deeper; pulling out and then thrusting again. Still holding onto the back of the couch, she moved one of her hands down and in between her legs; massaging her clit with two of her fingers; masturbating in rhythm to Ben’s thrusts inside her pussy.
He grunted and his thrusts became harder, stronger, and faster. She massaged her fingers more fervently across her clit until she could feel her orgasm verging; teetering on the edge, “I’m going to cum!” she yelled.
He thrust his cock as her body shook in release of the orgasm; sending waves over her. Ben felt her pulsating against his thrumming cock and he reached orgasm; cumming violently inside her. He moaned and panted hard.
He bent forward and kissed her neck; her knees collapsed and she folded onto to the couch; his cock fell out of her. She pulled her knees up to her stomach; stretched her arm over the back of the couch; resting her head. Ben sat next to her; both feet on the ground; his hands reached for her.
“Are you hungry?” she finally asked him, grinning.
“Yeah. I could eat.” He responded.
“Hmmm…I think I have some tofu and noodles. I could make Phad Thai,” she said, getting up and putting on her clothes and looking at him knowing that may have been their first time, but it wouldn’t be their last.
The End
Weekend Getaway
Four-day weekends are always fun, but I rarely have the chance to take advantage of them. Fortunately, on one such weekend a few years ago, an older friend asked my girlfriend and me to join him and his wife on a camping trip. It ended up being one of the wildest weekends of my life.
My girlfriend, Andrea (Andi, for short), had a reputation of being a bit of a slut before I met her, but I soon found out the reputation was undeserved. She didn’t mind watching porn tapes, but when it came to acting out some of those scenes (anal, threesomes, toys), she said she wasn’t interested. She preferred giving hand to giving head, and preferred giving head to fucking. I wasn’t sure if that was because her previous boyfriends didn’t know how to use the equipment they were given, or if she was just uptight about getting pregnant even though she was on the pill. When it came to sex, her options for positions could be counted on one hand.
Although she lacked imagination during sex, she had a well-toned body that she managed to keep tan year-round. Andi looked a little bit like Jennifer Aniston in the face, but a little thinner in the body. She was blessed with long legs, small-but-perky tits, a beautiful ass, and a tight, attractive pussy. She could have been a runway model if she didn’t have her heart set on being a veterinarian. Mine wasn’t the only dick in her life. We both knew she had better looking boyfriends, but none of them bothered to get her off as well or as often. When it came to her receiving oral pleasure, though, she would find a way to let me get her off, no matter where we were. She may have been high maintenance, but I had the satisfaction of knowing I could get her off any time, anywhere.
My camping trip friends were a little different. I had just turned 18 when I first met them. At the time of this camping trip, I was a few months from my 21st birthday. They were both in their mid 30’s, but maintained a very youthful lifestyle.
Ken was short, balding, a little overweight, but a nice guy and usually funny. He reminded me of Ron Jeremy but with short hair and a much shorter pecker. His wife, Sarah, was a little shorter than Ken, natural, and pleasant to be around. As far as nice people to hang out with, I don’t think I could have done better at the time.
Sarah was a reasonably attractive woman. She looked a little bit like Dina Meyer with just a touch of baby fat and bigger boobs. She had strawberry-blond hair, green eyes, and freckles across her nose and cheeks. Motherhood had been good to her, and she retained her full, round tits. Her waist was small, but widened to shapely hips, a beautiful ass and well-shaped legs. I teased her about how small her feet were, but I think she knew I thought they were pretty.
She was shorter and had more curves than Andi, but I thought she was still cute for her age. She wasn’t a New York model, but she had what it took to turn heads in a good way. Sarah had had two kids (staying with their grandparents on this particular weekend), but her body bounced right back into shape. She worked out regularly, and rewarded herself (and the rest of us) by buying the skimpiest bikinis to wear while sunbathing. These were the days before Malibu Strings, but what she wore came pretty close. I asked Andi to buy similar “bathing suits” as all she had ever worn in the past were the standard bikinis. Sarah jokingly told me she’d see if she could help Andi (and me) out in that area. Their lot on the campground was very secluded, surrounded by trees, and only a quarter-mile from the lake where they kept their boat docked. It was still early in the season, and there were no other campers in our area. It wasn’t unusual for Andi and Sarah to take their bikini tops off while tanning their back sides, but Sarah somehow managed to take it all off for that “all over tan” when she thought nobody else was around. Andi preferred the creamy white triangles of her tits, pussy, and above the crack of her ass.
A normal weekend in the summer would have us take Ken’s boat out on the lake, water ski, and have a nightly campfire. At the end of the evening, my girlfriend-at-the-time and I would go back to our tent for some quiet outdoor sex, and an envious Sarah and Ken would go back to their camper with their kids. Ken would sometimes kid me the next morning, saying he could beat off 2 or 3 times for every orgasm I either had or gave to my girlfriend-at-the-time. If she were willing, I’d sometimes stand and have my girlfriend-at-the-time blow me just outside the tent, knowing Ken was probably watching. What I didn’t know was that sometimes Sarah was watching, too.
Andi and I left Thursday afternoon and arrived at the campground just before sunset. Ken had already set up the campfire, and Sarah seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet without the kids as we pulled up. After the usual hugs and handshakes, Sarah and Andi quickly unpacked the car while I worked on setting up the tent. Something was a little different about Sarah, though. I don’t know if it was the fact that her hair was a little longer, she looked a little thinner, or if she was wearing her clothing in a more revealing manner, but something about her kept catching my eye.
The girls went in the camper to start preparing a late dinner. Ken handed me a beer and directed me to the campfire. When he thought we were far enough away from the camper, Ken decided it was time to get something off his chest. We’ve had personal conversations before, but it was usually me doing most of the talking, especially after a few beers. Ken knew about almost every girl I had ever been with; every position, good lays and bad. I figured I was in for a shock when it was going to be him doing most of the talking, and I was right.
He told me his sex life was lacking, recently, and felt like he couldn’t make Sarah happy anymore. I asked him if he talked to her about it, and he said she could only get off if she fantasized about someone else. I told him that was OK, and that he shouldn’t let that bother him. As long as they were still having sex, he should be happy and let things take their course.
Then he said that a few weeks ago he overheard Andi telling his wife about how well I could get her off, and how since then, Sarah moaned my name more than once in her sleep. I could feel my cock throb just at the thought of his wife dreaming about me. It was a strange feeling. At first I thought he was jealous, suspecting that I had been screwing his wife behind his back. (I hadn’t). I was surprised to hear that Andi had even had a conversation about sex with Sarah. Maybe she still had a naughty side, after all. I felt a little awkward, but I told him to go on. The more Ken talked, the more I realized that this weekend was all part of his desperate plan to show his wife a good time. He wanted me to sleep with his wife! Maybe Andi, too! I listened as he went into detail of everything he fantasized about – thinking it was the same that Sarah fantasized about. He didn’t want me and/or Andi to fuck her just once, either.
In his mind, he felt that the only way for Sarah and him to be happy again was to have someone else join them. I had told Ken about many of my sexual adventures, and now he wanted Sarah to have the same experiences. Thinking he was probably just a little drunk, I told him we had all weekend and I’d like to sleep on it. We were good friends, and I didn’t want to ruin anything between Ken and Sarah. Andi was just a girlfriend that would eventually be replaced, but Sarah was his wife.
The girls came out with the food, as if on cue. We grilled some freshly caught Amber Jack, had a few more beers, and talked about the following day’s options. All night, I found myself undressing Sarah with my eyes. We decided the weather looked good for taking the boat out for some early morning water skiing. We’d probably drop the girls off at the secluded campground to relax and enjoy the sun the rest of the afternoon. We’d then go around the lake to check out the other sunbathers, stop at the marina for more beer or food, and then head back to the campground. Sounded like a good plan.
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It had been a long day, followed by an interesting evening, and it was time to turn in. The water hook-up to the camper provided a never-ending supply of water. Unfortunately, it would be a few hours before it was warm enough for a shower. Ken and Sarah said they didn’t mind the cold shower, but Andi and I agreed we would have to wait a few hours, or even until morning. We waived goodnight to Ken and Sarah as they closed the door to the camper.
As soon as we got in our tent, Andi took off her clothes and pushed my face onto her pussy. Something had gotten her hot earlier, and she apparently needed relief. She had trimmed her pubic hair as short as it could be, and at first glance, her pussy looked practically shaved. It didn’t look like that the last time I fucked her, so this must have been something special for the weekend. As I licked her to orgasm, I worked three fingers into her pussy, paying close attention to her G-spot. I was working on giving her another orgasm when she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and guided one of my fingers to her asshole. Our eyes were locked onto each other as I slid two fingers back in her pussy and the third carefully into her ass.
She knew that I always wanted to try ass-play with her, but this was the first time she actually let me put anything in her ass besides my tongue. I barely slid the first joint of my finger past her sphincter when she let out a yelp signaling another wave of orgasm. She slapped my dripping wet hand away from her crotch and rolled me onto my back. I still had most of my clothes on, but I’m sure she could feel the bulge in my shorts as she ground her ass onto my crotch. She leaned over and kissed me as deeply as I could be kissed. For a while I wasn’t sure if this was the end of the evening’s events or just the beginning.
She pulled off my shorts and began what I thought was going to be the usual tug-job. She could see my disappointment, and quickly turned to inhale my growing cock. Her blowjobs in the past were rarely subtle, but she never sucked with as much enthusiasm as she was demonstrating now. I could feel her nose touching my balls as she deep-throated my cock for the first time. Obviously, she had been holding back. I tapped her on the shoulder to let her know I was about to cum (as she had asked me to do so many times before), but this time she ignored the tap and kept on sucking until my balls tightened up and I shot off in her mouth.
I expected her to spit, complain, and spit again, but was surprised to feel her swallow my cum and begin coaxing another erection. Within seconds, she turned around, impaling her beautiful pussy with my cock. She leaned over to kiss me as her ass bounced up and down behind her. The taste of my cum was still fresh on her lips. She was on the pill, so I wasn’t completely concerned about coming inside her. Apparently, she wasn’t either - which was also a first. It was only a matter of about five minutes before I realized I was ready to cum again, which was probably a good thing with all the noise Andi had been making. I expected her to hop off of me at the first sign of my orgasm, but instead she ground her pubic bone harder against mine, flattening her swollen clit against me. Within seconds of feeling the warm gush of cum inside her, her pussy tightened around my shaft, loosened for a second, and then tightened again. I could feel my cum drip from her pussy down to my balls and ass.
We remained motionless for a few minutes, and then, in her formerly typical prudish fashion, she hopped off, got dressed, and ran into the camper for a quick shower, cold water or not. About fifteen minutes later, she was back in the tent wearing pajamas, and kissing me goodnight. She was asleep within seconds of her head touching the pillow.
I put a towel around my waist and threw on a T-shirt. As I walked out of the tent, I could see Ken sitting by what was left of the campfire. He told me to have a seat, and handed me a beer.
“I thought you went to bed.” I asked.
“I did, but Sarah woke up while Andi was getting her rocks off for the third time, " Ken answered with a grin. “She started fingering her pussy so fast and so hard that by the time I realized what was happening, she was finished. She was nice enough to give me a hand job before falling asleep, though.”
“Well, that’s good, right?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. He looked desperate. Ken knew that Sarah was hard-up, and he felt horrible that he couldn’t rock her world as well as he did years ago. I figured it was just a phase they were going through, but it was affecting Ken’s enjoyment, too. He almost felt guilty about Sarah not being satisfied by his efforts. Ken pushed his idea again.
“You should fuck her tonight, " he said. “Fuck her face. Fuck her cunt. Hell, fuck her feet. I know you like them. She knows you like them.”
“And where are you going to be?” I asked.
“I’ll wait right here, if you want. When you’re done, take a shower and I’ll know it’s safe to go inside. I don’t care. Just get in there!” he said.
“What about Andi? What if she wakes up?” I asked.
“Fuck her, too. Or I’ll fuck her… I don’t care. She’ll probably sleep right through it after your fuck-session earlier, " he answered.
My cock was almost erect and no longer concealed by the towel around my waist. Ken couldn’t help but stare, and I thought he was a little concerned about me stretching out his wife’s pussy. Little did I know? The thought of Ken offering his wife made my cock swell even larger. I couldn’t hide it anymore.
I had no idea how this would work. I didn’t even know if Sarah would go for it. What if she didn’t? How would we act the rest of the weekend? What would I say to Andi if she found out? Did Ken want to fuck Andi? That would be interesting. Ken wasn’t well endowed in length, but he had most guys beat in girth – including me. The thought of young Andi being fucked silly by a short fat guy with a short fat cock amused me enough to make my cock spring up.
I threw the towel over my shoulder, exposing my erect cock and shaved balls. Ken gave me a big grin and subconsciously put his hand down the front of his shorts. I walked toward the camper wearing nothing but a T-shirt, flip-flops, and a worried smile. I carefully opened the door so it wouldn’t make any noise. The lights were all out except for the bathroom/shower light. This was an older camper, but it was huge. It had a master bedroom on one end, and two bunk beds on the other. In the middle, there was a kitchen/eating area and a small bathroom that housed a commode and shower. Ken had made a few modifications to the camper, and I was impressed every time I stepped into it.
Sarah was asleep in the master bedroom. I decided to take a quick shower to wash the cum off my balls and ass crack and calm myself down. I hoped Ken would understand that this wasn’t the “after I fucked Sarah” shower, and would stay outside. I didn’t waste any time, and still had half an erection as I toweled myself dry.
I came out of the little bathroom and turned out the light. I quietly stepped into the master bedroom and found Sarah asleep on her stomach, naked, and with one armed tucked under her. Her hand was between her legs and it looked like she had been fingering herself in her sleep.
I carefully got into bed with her, and slowly slid into position beside her. I put my hand on her leg and gently ran my fingers up and down, giving her goose bumps on her ass. At first she thought I was her husband and just moved over, but when she felt my pre-cum covered cock pressing against her, she was startled. Ken had a short, fat cock that curved up sharply making it look shorter than it probably really was. (I made that discovery when his shorts came off while waterskiing with a hard-on.) My cock was seven inches in length, thick as a cucumber, and stood straight out when erect. This definitely wasn’t her husband’s dick.
She asked me what I thought I was doing and drew the sheets up around her as she rolled on her back away from me. I thought I had ruined everything.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked. I knelt on the bed, making my cock bounce in front of me. She couldn’t take her eyes off it.
“I don’t know what I want, " she said. There was a long, uncomfortable pause. “But now that you’re here, and you’ve crossed the line, I definitely don’t want you to leave.”
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