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The Wrath of Gaia pt 7

Well I have listened to your comments and made a secondary account for the condensed version of my stories. I have already posted the first story on that account which you can find under the author name athoughfulj2 so please enjoy and understand that I will continue to post as normal on this channel.

Fantasy

Peter Pan’s Sexual Adventures – Part 1

This is part one of a several part series involving the fictional character Peter Pan. These obviously contain underage sexual acts, so if this offends you, please do not read this series. In this series, Peter is 15 years old, and is beginning to discover himself as a unaging boy, who is forever becoming a man.
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Neverland has always been the home to many different types of humans and creatures from pirates to indians and mermaids to fairies. This mystical island holds many different secrets that can only bewilder those who have never experienced them first-hand. However, out of all of the riddles this island beholds, one is more majestic then them all: the fact that anyone who is on this island will never grow older. Which leads us to the beginning of our story.
Deep within the forests of Neverland, there is a group of boys who are called the Lost Boys. The Lost Boys live in their fort that is built into a large tree, and the location is secret to all except the fairies and the boys themselves. The most magnificent of these boys is their leader, Peter Pan. Peter, if you asked him, would tell you that he was more special then any other boy in the universe. And he would be partially correct.
Peter is a 15 year old boy, who like everyone else, will not grow up. Even though he has the ability to leave Neverland, he chooses to live as a boy forever. He spends his time on the island fighting pirates, swimming with mermaids, and flying amongst the fairies. Peter absolutely loves his life. But he is soon going to learn to love his life even more.
Late one night, Peter couldn’t sleep so he decided to fly around the island for a little while. While he was flying around the bay, he heard the mermaids giggling and splashing in the water and flew down to see what game they were playing. As he got closer to the water, he noticed that the three mermaids that were splashing around had all taken their tops off. Now Peter wasn’t completely oblivious to the differences between boys and girls, however he never learned the purpose for these differences.
Knowing he shouldn’t be watching the mermaids like this, he flew down behind one of the large rocks that was just off the shore. Slowly Peter poked his head around the rock, and became amazed at the sight he was seeing. For the first time in his life, he got to see bare breasts. Better yet, he was seeing three pairs of them. Taking in the moment, Peter just hovered behind this rock, and stared.
The three mermaids at first were just splashing around, swimming around each other, and jumping out of the water, all the while laughing. The one mermaid Peter was watching most intently was the mermaid who kept jumping up on the rock underneath the waterfall and sitting underneath the falling water. She was thin, as they all were, and had whitish-blonde hair. Her tail was grayish-blue, and it sparkled in the moonlight. But the real reason Peter was so intent on watching this mermaid, was that she had the largest breasts of the three. They were much bigger then what he would be able to hold in his hands, but held firm against her body. He didn’t know why, but he had a strong desire to go and hold them in his hands.
As he was staring at this blonde mermaid, Peter almost forgot that there were two equally beautiful mermaids swimming in the water still. As he looked back down at the two in the water, he saw that they were doing something he had never seen done before. The two mermaids were holding each other in the water, and putting their lips together. Immediately Peter felt a stir in the lower part of his tunic. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but he still did not know what to do with it. He just knew that when his penis grew to its longest length, it was longer then the distance between his wrist and the tip of his middle finger, and he could barely fit his whole hand around it. He knew his was bigger then most others because him and the other Lost Boys had compared each others.
The two mermaids, which Peter was fixated on, started holding each other tighter and tighter, and even started sticking their tongues into each other’s mouths. The one mermaid had slightly pale skin with bright red hair, while the other had a darker shade of skin with pitch black hair. Both of their breasts, which were currently smashed together at the nipples, were about the same size; smaller then the blonde’s but still good sized. After a few minutes of them devouring each other’s mouths, the black haired mermaid took one of the red haired mermaids breasts into her mouth and began sucking on it, while massaging the other one. The red haired mermaid then began to moan and scream. Peter became worried and was about to go see if she was okay, but before he did the red haired mermaid groaned, “Keep going!”
Realizing she was fine, Peter continued to watch from behind the rock he was hovering by. He still had an almost uncontrolable urge to fly over and get in between the two of them, and try it on his own, but he resisted and continued to think about the warm feeling he was having. After a little while longer of this, the blonde mermaid jumped from her rock and swam to join the other two. What Peter saw next really made a fuzzy feeling run through his entire body. All three of the mermaids stuck their tongues out and touched their tips together in the center. Seeing this made Peter uncontrollably, and unaudibly, moan, causing him to cover his own mouth. He didn’t know what came over him.
Then he watched as the three mermaids began to start putting their lips and tongues together again, while the third would lick and suck on the nipples of both mermaids. The three kept switching roles until finally, both the black and red haired mermaids each took one of the blonde’s breasts into their mouths. Jealousy quickly swept over Peter, but he just watched in awe. The blonde mermaid just dropped her head back and let out audible moans and gasps, with the occasional scream. Peter didn’t know how long this would last; all he knew was that he never wanted it to end.
Just when he was getting more comfortable with his spying, he heard the blonde mermaid say something.
“Hey girls, I think we have a visitor.”
‘Oh know,’ Peter thought, he was caught. He quickly fully concealed himself behind the rock, not knowing if he should fly away, or face the mermaids. However, as fast as the fear had swept over him, it vanished when he heard another boy’s voice come from the edge of the forest.
“Good evening girls,” the boy said. “I hope you don’t mind but I brought a couple of friends with me tonight.”
As Peter remained concealed, he heard the mermaids giggle without a response, then start to swim somewhere. Slowly Peter looked out from behind the rock and saw four indian boys walking towards the rock that was underneath the waterfall. Before they reached the water, all four of them removed their clothes, then swam out and climbed onto the rock. Once they were all on the rock, they say with their legs out, and leaning slightly back being held up by their arms acting as stilts. The first thing Peter noticed was that all four of the boy’s penis’s were hard, just like his. This made him feel a little bit more comfortable, knowing what he was feeling was normal. He even felt a little cocky noticing that his was bigger then all of theirs.
The three mermaids then swam up to the rock and partially climbed onto the rock with the boys. What happened next made Peter once again have a shiver through his whole body. Each of the mermaids took one of the boys’ penises into her mouth, and started sucking on them just like they did with each other’s breasts. The blonde mermaid then reached up and grabbed the fourth boy’s penis in her hand while she sucked on the other boy. She started moving her hand up and down on the boy’s penis, and the boy moaned in approval. In fact, all the boys were in approval. And this gave Peter an idea. He thought to himself, if she can use her hand on his penis, why can’t Peter use his own hand?
Not waiting to watch the conclusion of the event unfolding, Peter quickly flew to a secluded opening in the forest. This opening was well known to Peter as he often would come to this very location to just get away for awhile. He even had a hammock set up between two trees. Once he landed on the ground, he wasted no time getting undressed. He quickly removed his tunic and his sword, then jumpled and flew over and landed himself into the hammock naked.
Even though he had quickly gotten undressed and into the hammock, now that he was there, he felt awkward grabbing himself down there. Finally when he worked himself up to grab his member, he extremely embarrassed for himself. However, all that embarassment went away when he started moving his hand up and down on his penis, and he learned how great it felt. He had a slight, but growing, tingly feeling working its way throughout his body. As this feeling got stronger, he started to stroke faster, and it started to get so pleasurable that Peter had to close his eyes. After going for a short time, he abruptly stopped and open his eyes again. He had another idea.
If the mermaid could use her mouth on the other boy’s penis, why couldn’t he do the same for himself? Without hesitation, Peter tried bending down to suck his penis. However, the hammock restricted him, not allowing himself to bend the whole way down. He thought to himself how this was an easy fix, and then flew up and hovered about ten feet off of the ground. Then he tried it again while in the air.
This time he succeeded. Peter was able to wrap his mouth around his own member. He admitted to himself that this was not the most comfortable position in the world, but the feeling of him sucking and lick his penis made him quickly forget about the awkward position. He then started to do everything he could to make this moment he was in better. The feeling he had before was even stronger, so in turn Peter sucked harder, and even started using his hand on the base of his dick where his mouth couldn’t reach. But he then abruptly stopped again. Except this time he did it because he had the sudden urge to pee.
Not wanting to pee in his mouth, he lifted his head. Unknown to him, while he was sucking himself he floated higher in the air and was now about sixty feet off the ground. Not caring about his height, he continued to use his and to stroke his member hard and fast as the urge to pee became stronger and stronger. Then the feeling overtook him. Something from deep down inside of him had just erupted from the tip of his dick, as a wave of euphoria spread through every inch of his body causing him to violently shudder. He didn’t know what was happening, but he did know that never in his life had he felt something so amazing and pleasurable. This feeling lasted several more seconds as this eruption continued to spew white warm liquid over his hand and chest and some even onto his member. Finally, when the pleasure ended, he made his way back to the ground.
After landing, he was going to go and put his tunic back on, but as he did, he realized he had this messy liquid all over his body still. He decided he would clean himself off before rerobing. He quickly took off flying through the trees to an area of water away from the mermaids. He landed on the soft sandy shore, and then slowly walked into the chilly water. He got about knee deep, when he realized that the moon was bright and was showing every bit of his naked glory to the world. This made him smirk, as he was always proud of how he looked. He loved to be naked, and would often do things naked, as long as he was the only one around.
Peter then reached down and cupped some water in his hand to clean this messy stuff off his body. He started with his chest and wrists, before making his way to his new favorite body part. He spent a quality amount of time cleaning his dick. In fact, the quality time spent caused him to become just as hard as he was before. Knowing that becoming hard again would allow him to have another session with himself, he smiled and was ready to quickly fly back to his hammock and do it all again.
As he made his way to the shore, standing at full attention, he heard someone to his left gasp.
“Why are you naked Peter?”
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I hope you enjoyed the story. This was my first story and am looking for any criticism. Also, I would like to know who you think the person at the end should be. Your choices are: Tiger Lily, the blonde mermaid, Tinkerbell, or one of the Lost Boy’s.

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Fantasy

A Moment In A Storm

Yeah, yeah, cheesy title, cheesy descriptions, corny dialog. Don’t sue me for sounding like an 18th century novel.

Fiction

Favorite Aunt

Miserable Aunt
My marriage wasn’t much of one. It felt more like a partnership than a marriage. I was on the road a lot to make ends meet and my wife was working part time, being homemaker and raising our daughter. Needless to say, we both were pretty miserable without being able to spend much time together.
Then the unthinkable happened. While traveling through Kansas toward a South Carolina destination, I got a call from my sister that no sister should have to make. My wife and daughter perished in a car wreck caused by a drunk driver. I thought I was living a lonely life before but now….well, it got worse. When I would go back to the house, it felt empty, dead and hard to stay. So I kept a few mementos’, cleaned up the place and sold it.
That was almost a year ago. In all honesty, the first holidays you observe are the toughest. They bring back the fact they’re not there to enjoy those good times with you anymore and then the pain reins you in to a near catatonic state. In addition, dealing with the death of my last living grandparent a few weeks ago isn’t as bad as it wasn’t a shock. She was ill for a long time and it was more of a relief than anything else that she was no longer suffering. I was in North Dakota when my Aunt Jean called to let me know Grandma passed on. I wasn’t able to make the funeral and scheduled time off to spend with Aunt Jean as soon as I could.
Aunt Jean had always been my favorite. She always seemed bubbly and happy. I had a crush on her for the longest time. She was only five feet tall, very dark brown hair that she always kept midway down her back but recently cut it to shoulder length. Though petite, she sported a nice figure on the order of a 35C-24-35 and might have weighed all of 100 pounds soaking wet. That was my memory of her when I was much younger. The few times I had visited, she always looked great and we always had fun driving around in her Porsche 914! My Dad was the oldest and she was the baby of the family and we were only fourteen years apart in age. Now at 46, alone and driving a truck, I couldn’t wait to get off the road and visit Aunt Jean at her new place she built and talk about good times we had at Grandma’s old house.
When I drove up into the driveway, my Aunt came running out to meet me, ecstatic that I could make it. As soon as we embraced, she broke down into sobs thanking me for coming. Grandpa and all three of her siblings were gone and she felt so alone having to take care of Grandma before she passed away. After several minutes of hugging and comforting each other, we went inside her house to talk about how things are going. She fixed us some coffee and we talked about all the stuff that was to be shipped to living relatives based on the Will. We talked for hours with good memories and bad coming back to us about Grandma. Before we knew it, it had grown dark outside and neither of us had supper.
“Would you want Italian or Mexican tonight?” She asked in her soothing southern accent.
“Italian. I don’t think my stomach will handle that kind of spice tonight.” I replied.
“Get your boots on and let’s go then! I’ll be just a couple of minutes.” She said cheerily. “Let’s take your Jeep. I haven’t had a ride in one of those yet.” With that, she winked and went upstairs to her bedroom to change.
I went to my room and changed into an upper-casual set of clothes. Kaki brown trousers, dark green button-down front dress shirt and black dress cowboy boots. After brushing my hair I waited in the foyer for her to return. A few minutes later I heard her close her door and start descending the stairs when I looked up. The room seemed to light up and my eyes widened as she took each step in an elegant and very feminine decent down a staircase. She was wearing a white casual dress with a black belt and black three inch spike high heeled shoes. The dress extended to just below the knee and sported a shoulder baring ruffle which hid sleeve loops to prevent them from sliding up onto her shoulders. She had her hair down but was adorned with a white hair band like those from the sixties, over the top of her head. Coupled with her amazing green eyes she looked to be in her mid-thirties. The look was classic demure elegance. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked straight at me and smiled knowingly. She knew she had that effect on men. She came up to me and with a slender finger, gently lifted my chin to close my mouth. I swallowed a hard dry lump. She looked fantastic and I then remembered why I had such a crush on her waaaaay back when. Apparently, I still had one.
“I take it you like my dress?” she asked as she twirled around for me to see the whole thing smiling happily. Her skirt flared out and I could see the white lace garters on her nude colored stockings high up on her thighs raising my temperature considerably. I thought she had good looking legs but I never suspected she wore stockings! I simply nodded in answer to her question as anything I would try to have said would either come out cracking like a puberty teen or a croak. She held out a hand, palm down and like a gentleman, I took on the chivalrous role she initiated and looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, large as I then thought she saw mine were. With her in hand I guided her through the door to the Jeep.
Southern nights in Georgia can be quite uncomfortable. Tonight wasn’t one of those hot steamy nights. Instead it was quite pleasant. We still needed the air conditioning but didn’t need it going full tilt. She directed me on where to turn to get to the restaurant and in no time we were pulling up to a very nice one. I parked up close to the building so she wouldn’t have to walk in those high heels which I’m sure she didn’t wear but on rare occasions. I got out and hurriedly moved around to open her door before she opened it. I needn’t have worried. She sat there as befits a proper lady waiting patiently. I opened the door and held out my hand. She took it and swung her legs over and slid out landing on her feet expertly as if she’d done it all her life. When she was married, her husband always had a full-sized pick up with large tires and wherever they went, it was in his truck. She only drove her car when he wasn’t going anywhere with her.
“I remember that huge Jeep your dad had. It was so high up I was always afraid if I fell out, I’d fall on my face long before my feet hit.” She said. We laughed at that. His was a 1977 Cherokee Chief with the big tires and it was a doozie of a step. Any woman in a dress or skirt would have to hike it up pretty high to manage getting in or out. She commented that she liked this one better as it didn’t try to catch her dress and make it ride up. I gave a half-smile wondering why she commented on that. We walked up to the Maître d’ and asked for our names. I gave him mine and he found it on the reservation list.
“It is a pleasure to have you and your lovely wife here to dine with us tonight. “ He said reaching for her hand then bowing at the hip and kissing the back of it gently. My eyebrows launched upward then I frowned and she gave me a firm look and barely perceptible shake of her head. When the Maître d’ risen from his bow at the hip, she was smiling again at him.
“This way to your table please.” The Maître d’ said and turned to stride purposefully into the dining rooms. Aunt Jean lifted her hand palm down again and I took it leading her to follow in the Maître d’s wake.
On the way to our booth, I caught a few of the men glancing at my aunt. Others openly stared. It was fairly easy to tell who was admiring and who was leering. I reacted to the leering in a not so subtle switch to protect mode as some of the leering ones made eye contact with me and the meaning clear. I immediately felt my grip on her hand tighten slightly as my jaw set and six foot two inch frame tensed as if readying for battle. She looked at me and whispered something in my ear I couldn’t process right away in my state of mind. I did relax but only a little until we were seated in a mostly unoccupied section of the dining area. A wall separating this area from the main dining area gave the impression of a separate restaurant. Curtains crossed the open doorway blocked the view and most of the sound of the other restaurant patrons and I relaxed considerably once we were seated. This area was considerably more quiet as I looked around with a quick glance to take in the thicker carpet as well as the drapes on the walls. Our little privacy booth was also decorated with drapes and other material that trapped noise. Sound did not carry in here very well at all so patrons could have comfortable conversations without being overheard.
“My name is Morgan. If I may be of any further assistance, please notify Stephan, your waiter.” He said while handing out a wine list. Morgan bowed again, turned and headed to the front desk. I started to open my mouth but Aunt Jean was quicker.
“I’m moving over here so I can see the wine list too.” She said as she moved around to my side of the booth. It was just wide enough to fit two people comfortably. Confused about Morgan’s welcoming statement, Aunt Jean sat down next to him and he dumbly gave over for her to hold the other end of the wine list.
“What will you be having tonight? Beef, chicken, fish or pork?” she asked me. My mind still dwelling on Morgan’s statement didn’t respond and she asked again.
“Oh. Sorry Aunt Jean. Uh. I think I’ll have lasagne with meat sauce and a glass of Zinfandel. I’m not too well versed on wines but I do know red goes with meat dishes and white with fish. Beyond that, I know little besides what my taste buds tell me.” I said.
“A sensible answer.” She said then looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. “I think I’ll have the spinach lasagne with a Pinot Noir.” She said as she leaned a little further over toward me. I was just about to ask her about Morgan’s welcome when our waiter, Perry showed up.
“Good evening. I am Perry and I will be your waiter tonight.” He said. “may I start you off with your wine order perhaps?”
I spoke up and gave him our wine choice as well as our meal choice. Perry thanked us for our orders and left to take our choice to the kitchen. Again I was just about ask the question when Aunt Jean spoke up first again.
“I know you’re confused about Morgan’s apparent mistake in naming me your wife.” She said looking me straight in the eye.
“But I meant for that to happen. “ she said and as I opened my mouth to voice another question, she put a finger on my lips to silence me.
“I know it seems odd I would want that impression. I also know that though we are related, we are also only 14 years apart in age. I thought it might be fun to assume the role of a married couple. Lord knows I wish I could have a life-long companion again.” She said softly and looked down at the table but her eyes wouldn’t focus on it.
“I must I am a bit shocked Aunt Jean. I didn’t know you were that lonely. I mean, you look great! I know you’re sixty but you look better than any thirty-something I know.” I said. “I can’t imagine you having any trouble getting dates.”
She smiled, a little sadly then said, “I may look as young as you think you see me but I don’t feel that young anymore. I feel like I’ve missed a good amount of my life trying to make my marriage work and in the end, fail.”
“But..” I cut off as she shook her head slowly.
“I’m too old to be going on dates and making the bar scene or using those online dating sites. I’m sixty and I feel every bit of my age.” She said then lain her head on my shoulder and sighed. “I wish I could go back and fix my current life.”
I thought of my family and the pain it brought back. I looked at the wedding band on my finger then noticed aunt Jean was wearing hers and the question I wanted to ask came to mind again.
“Why are you wearing your wedding band Aunt Jean?” I asked.
She looked at her left hand and gave a half smile. “I guess I wanted to feel like I’m attached to someone and thought maybe you and I could just pretend we were a happy couple but…” she trailed off.
“But what?” I asked. I had a feeling what she meant but wanted her to say it.
“Oh nothing. Just an old woman’s fanciful dream so as not to feel like she’s the last of her generation. Don’t worry Ben. I didn’t want to bring up the hurt you must be feeling having lost your family too. I’m sorry.” She said and started to move out of the booth. He put a hand on hers to stop her. She stilled then looked into his eyes. His eyes were glistening and realizing what she’d done, hers did too and she sat closer to him again.
A couple minutes later, Perry brought their wine order out and poured each a glass. As he was about to put the bottles on the cart, I stopped him and asked if he would just leave them and add them to our bill. Perry smiled greatly and left them. Aunt Jean was curious now.
“Why?” she asked simply.
“We both have a lot of memories that hurt. This is the elegant way to dissolve many of them. Afterwards, we can either paint the town red or stock up on the way home. Much can disappear in this universal solvent as can more potent potions of patriarchal partaking of the more prodigious poison.” I said. She laughed as her face lit up in surprise.
“You really mean we should get plastered tonight?” she said.
“I partake in extreme patriotic latitude when it comes to this magic solvent.” I said and put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her tighter to me. “A toast to a most magnificent celebration of being the only two lonely people on the planet tonight.” I said raising my glass.
She raised her glass and said, “To our everlasting companionship. May we never feel lonely when we’re together.” Their glasses clinked and made a tiny musical note then downed their glassfuls in large gulps.
Chapter 2
Upon finishing out meals, we were both tipsy and thought it best to save some of the night for more spirits elsewhere. After paying the check, they both went to Morgan and asked for a cab. Morgan did so immediately.
“I trust your stay with us was enjoyable?” asked Morgan.
“I think I had the best lasagne I have ever had. Thank you for a wonderful meal.” I said.
Morgan nodded and looked at Aunt Jean. “And how was Mrs. Logan’s meal?” he asked. Aunt Jean had a grin on her.
“It was truly wonderful and my husband here knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent.” She said. I missed the “husband” part and looked at Morgan with one eyebrow raised thinking about his addressing my Aunt as
“Mrs. Logan”. I felt a finger on my lips as I was about to open them to protest but I kept silent after that. Aunt Jean pulled me toward the door holding my arm as if I was leading her.
AS we got outside, the warm night air seemed to have a calming effect. We sat silently and waited for the cab to show up. Once it did, we piled into the back and told the driver to head to the nearest classy bar.
After we arrived, we headed straight for any corner table or booth we could find and sit down. When we found one, a waitress was already waiting to take our orders. I ordered a Rum and Coke while Aunt Jean ordered a Bloody Mary. She sat next to me and we listened to the live music onstage. It wasn’t loud but loud enough. The waitress returned with our drinks then promptly left our table. We sat there taking sips and watching the band play.
After half of her drink was gone, she leaned over into me. I settled back and let her get comfortable. The waitress came back to check on us and we both ordered Margaritas for our next round.
“I like this place Aunt Jean. You have excellent taste as usual.” I said. She looked up at me and smiled. She then reached up behind my head and pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me on the lips. Not one of those family type kisses but a short one albeit deeper kiss. My mind seemed to have gone totally blank at that moment and as I started to kiss her back, she pulled away and held my gaze.
“I think it’s time that while your with me you should call me Jean. Just Jean.” She said. I cocked an eyebrow as if to question what I heard. She smiled and nodded.
“I’m glad you liked it Ben. I’m also glad our cab driver knew about this place. I couldn’t remember the name but classy it is.” She said changing the subject back to my original comment. I just sat there dumbly trying to figure out what was going on through the muzziness of the drinks. She nestled into me further and I could swear I heard or rather felt her sigh. A few moments later I felt one of her hands on my thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. I was so muzzy from drink that it took a moment to process what was happening. Reactively or by instinct, I didn’t know what was what at this point, my right hand tucked around her slender waist and gently rubbed her stomach through the fabric of her dress. Her hand went to stroking my thigh and an all too familiar ache began to stir down there.
Suddenly she sat up and in a flowing motion to leave the booth took my hand and pulled me up with her. I went with the flow and she headed for the dance floor. Not caring now about what transpired in the booth, we hit the dance floor and had a blast just cutting loose. After the fourth song, we left the floor and got back to our booth gasping and laughing.
“Oh my God! I haven’t had so much fun in forever it seems!” she said breathless. The muzzy feeling seemed to have diminished some as most of our Margarita’s were still intact. She gulped hers and I sipped mine. I was curious about her behavior now. She was acting like she was in her twenties at sixty. I had a sudden anxious moment as the thought hit me that she might have health problems I wasn’t aware of. The thought of her just dropping dead of a heart attack sobered me up considerably.
She turned and kissed me on the lips again but held it longer this time. I kissed back. She pulled away and looked in my eyes in contemplation. I gave her a wry smile and her mouth dropped open. I lifted her jaw closed and gave a half smile and a wink. Before she could react, I pulled her close and waved to our waitress to come over.
“Yes sir?” the waitress said.
“Do you have Champagne here?” I asked.
“Yes. Would you like me to bring two glasses?” she asked.
“No. I think we’ll take two bottles and check out.” I said.
The waitress smile slyly, turned and headed to fill the order. Jean looked up at me.
“Champagne! What’s the occasion or should I ask?” Jean said.
“We are going home to toast the end of our miserable lonely lives for better tomorrows.” I said.
“Oh? And how do you propose to end our miserable lonely lives? Have you figured out something I haven’t?” she said in a mock serious tone. I smiled and kissed her nose. I had taken what she had initiated and fully intended to fulfill her desire.
“I intend to finish what you started and I believe you’ll thoroughly enjoy it.” I said. She hit me with several questions and I ignored them. She even thumped her fist on my chest in an attempt to get me to talk.
The waitress returned with two bottles of champagne and the check. I paid the bill and asked the waitress if she would mind calling us a cab too and tipped her a ten. She had a grin on her face now and she went off to call for a cab. A few minutes later a cab did show up. I helped Jean in and climbed in myself and gave the cab driver the address. Jean sat quietly but occasionally bit her bottom lip. I could see the wheels were turning and trying to work out what I had said. She looked at me several times with expressions of curiosity, concern and worry. I figured when she got that last one she had come to some sort of conclusion. When she looked over to me again with that worried look, I leaned over and kissed her gently. Her eyes closed and she kissed back. As I started to pull away, she went with me and kept our lips locked until she couldn’t lean any further over. I stared ahead but in my peripheral vision, I could tell she was staring at me and then I felt a hand on my thigh again.
Just then the cab bumped over a speed bump at the entrance to the driveway of her house. The spell broken, she sat upright and folded her hands in her lap until the cab stopped. I paid the driver, got out and went around to her side. Setting the champagne down I opened the door, held out my hand and helped her out. Closing the door the driver almost immediately took off not bothering to make sure we were clear of the car to earn his next fare. I instinctively grabbed Jean around the waist and pulled her clear as I was sure the mirror would have clipped her. I shook my fist at the driver and noticed Jean was holding on to me and looking up at me.
“Thank you Ben.” She said in a husky voice. I didn’t relinquish my hold on her waist as I made sure the cab driver didn’t hit anything or anyone in his rush to leave. When he took off, I looked down at Jean and she was staring me in the eyes. A softer look now than before.
“Shall we go inside?” I asked. She shook her head. “Where then?”
“To the pool.” She said and began to lead off letting her arm fall from around my waist. I let her go and knelt to pick up the champagne bottles. I turned my head to see which way she was heading and was entranced as my eyes followed her. She walked with a sway to her hips I don’t remember ever seeing her having before. It was a seductive rather than a regular hip-swinging style of walk. It was amazing to watch. Before I knew it she turned her head and looked back at me smiling.
“Are you coming?” she asked in a sultry voice. My mind was thinking I should be in more ways than one after seeing her walk that way. I gulped knowing what I was doing but the fact that she was perpetuating it was incredibly arousing. I stood up and caught up with her in only a few strides. My mind knew what we were about to do and my cock was reacting with an intensity I haven’t felt in a long long time. I held our my arm to her and she took it and hugged it as we walked to the fence gate that opened to the back yard.
She punched in a key-code on the keypad and the lock clicked. I pulled the door open and let her through then pulled the door closed behind me. The yard was lit up with accent lighting low to the ground and gave the impression of a very large area surrounded by trees, bushes and an assortment of flower beds. She loved gardening and it showed in the little light there was. I also noticed that the area felt totally secluded and with the new moon, was absolutely dark where the light couldn’t reach.
“It seems like we’re out in the middle of nowhere.” I said looking up and saw the stars blazing overhead.
“I know. The nearest house is actually a few hundred yards in any direction. I built the house in the middle of the property so I could have the peace and quiet I couldn’t have in the old place. Now that I have it, I feel more isolated in more ways than one. But it is home and I do love to keep up with the yard work. I inherited a lot you know. I’m the only living kin she had and I wanted to do something nice without going overboard for myself.”
I looked down at the ground and a few memories of Grandma’s old place flashed through my mind. “Yeah. I never knew how well off she was until you and I talked about it. And instead of going crazy with the money, you built your dream home where you wanted and can live peacefully without guilt. Anyone who can be that responsible with that much inheritance deserves a little something for themselves. Another reason to celebrate!” I said hoisting the bottles in the air.
She smiled, giggled and clapped her hands bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like an excited little girl. “Let’s start now!” she exclaimed. She bent down, pulled off her high heels and with them in hand, ran through the grass toward the pool. I ran after her. It was wonderful to see her so happy and bubbly again.
We climbed the stone stair steps cut into the side of the slope leading up to the pool from the back yard. The pool was a pretty good sized one and on the same level as the first floor of the house. The back of the house was built into a slope so the lowest level was a semi-basement. This was the game/media/great room with two bedrooms and a full common bath. It’s intention was clearly for guests and recreation.
The slope lead down into a level area with the large trees, bushes and such hence the stone stairway. Upon reaching the pool area, the motion sensor lights came on and flooded the area with a harsh bluish white light. Jean went to a panel next to the large sliding glass doors and turned them off. The effect was the total loss of night vision and spots remained for a couple of minutes while my eyes adjusted again to the dark. The low accent lighting turned on around the pool as did the underwater lights. I saw her running toward the pool and with a leap as graceful as a deer, dove into the pool. In that instant, I realized she wasn’t wearing her dress. The low lighting kept her pretty well hidden as did my still recovering night vision. The splash sound she made was small as she swam daily and enjoyed diving that started in high school. She won a few championships both at the county and state levels but declined invitations to try out for Olympic competition. Then it occurred to me that she wasn’t wearing her dress again. I stopped and looked. She was swimming back toward me and in the soft glow of the pool lights, I couldn’t see that she was wearing anything. My heart started pounding in my chest and my breathing was changing as my own passion rose. She got to the edge of the pool and rose up to lay her arms over the edge to prop her up while keeping everything in the water.
“Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to offer up some of that champagne?” she asked in a playful tone. I came to my senses and went over to the wet bar near the glass doors to retrieve two glasses and put one of the bottles into the chiller. I looked over to her and she had her arms up on the edge of the pool looking at me. I calmed myself a little before I spoke.
“It will take a few minutes to chill the bubbly. They got a bit warm.” I said.
“There’s some beer and coolers in the fridge under the counter. Bring me a cooler if you would please?” she said.
I looked under the counter and took two coolers out then walked over to where she was and handed her one. I took a seat at the nearest table and started downing mine. My mind was racing and things had gotten too clear and I wanted that muzzy feeling again.
“Why don’t you come on in. The water’s fine.” She said with a coquettish smile. I just looked at her in wonderment.
‘This woman seems to want you like you want her.’ I thought to myself.
“C’mon!” she said. “Go for it!”
I knew she had to be referring to my reluctance to get into the pool but my mind twisted it into an invitation to show my prowess. I smiled as I realized that had already been taken care of. After another moment of considering what was to become of us from now on, I made up my mind to be with her fully and completely. So I stood up and began removing my clothes. When I stood up and dropped my trousers and boxers at the same time, I heard her gasp and she caught her breath. My cock stood out proudly with a slight up turn. I looked at her and saw her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth hung open. With a sly grin, I moved toward the edge of the pool and I heard a whispered “Oh my Gawd!” slip past her lips as she could see my cock bouncing and swaying. I dove into the pool knowing she was following with her gaze.
I swam to the far end hit the wall and swam toward her. Under water I could see that she still had on her stockings but no panties or bra. When she turned to follow me, I could tell as I got closer that she was also trimmed and partially shaved. I got closer still and could now make out the large swell of her labia. She was plumped and my cock was beginning to hurt from the most intense erection I could ever recall having.
I broke the surface a few feet away from her in a quick upward movement like a whale trying to fly free of the water. When I put my feet down and stood up the water came to my stomach and I looked straight at her. She had a hand up to her mouth biting down on two fingers and an incredulous look on her face. I continued to just stand there waiting for her to make the next move. She looked into my eyes and read my mind. She came to me.
She walked over to me never breaking eye contact, lowered her hand from her face and held both out to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted herself up and deposited a deep, long, wet kiss on my lips. I stood there kissing her without moving. I wanted to make sure she wanted this. When she broke the kiss and pulled back, I saw a glimmer of trepidation in those beautiful green eyes. I slowly brought my arms around her and embraced her. As I did, her pupils dilated even further and she kissed me hungrily this time. In that moment, we ceased to be related as Aunt and Nephew.
After we came up for air our breathing was ragged as though we had been running from the Hounds of Hell. Without words, her legs now wrapped around me and her hand guiding my cock toward her pussy. I felt the tip nudge her opening and she began to slid it between her folds. Pulling with her legs she began to bear down in impatience. I felt pre-cum pulse from my cock and the head slipped in slightly. Then she bore down again and the head slipped past her opening. She moaned and let herself get used to being penetrated. It had been a long time since she made love. It had been a very long time indeed. She had toys but seldom used them and it had been a long time since she had used them too. She wasn’t tight like a woman in her twenties but she was very snug and after each attempt to bear down and I went a little deeper then stopped to accommodate herself to my cock.
I should tell you that I wasn’t endowed with an average cock else she most likely would have been able to spear herself on me in the first or second downward thrust. My cock is about ten inches long and the diameter nearly two and half inches at the widest part about half way down the shaft before it narrows slightly back to two inches. The head is just under two inches across. Being tapered at both ends offers my lady friends a unique feeling of being expanded and they are able to “capture” me inside them at the just the right moment of their choosing. The tapering came about from an auto accident and the resulting surgery I had to have. But that’s another story.
Jean was now moving up and down in short movements to increase my depth into her. The water wasn’t helping as it diluted both our juices as my shaft slid out. Her eyes closed, she was a picture of exotic, aroused concentration as she kept the short movements going to make me impale her deeper. With only half of me inside, she wanted more and with more urgent thrusting, she was getting it. I could feel a sudden rise in heat as her lubricating juices flooded around my cock suddenly and she did indeed slide deeper. I put my hands down on her hips and helped push her down on me. Her hands came from around my neck and grabbed for my shoulders, her nails digging in. I felt a fluttering around my cock and then hard contractions. I pulled her down harder on each thrust forcing her down on my cock more. Her head fell back and a low stuttering moaning wail came from her throat as she came and convulsed.
It wasn’t an earth shattering orgasm from all appearances but it was a deep one. Her breathing slowed after a couple of minutes but her pussy was contracting often. I held her hips down and let her orgasm play out. Her grip on my shoulders became weak and I shifted my hands up behind her back to support her. I let her lay back and “float” making sure to keep her head above water. Her arms slid into the water and floated out from her sides. The grip her legs had around me also lessened. I supported her in this position for a few minutes letting her enjoy the ecstasy of her moment in time.
I hadn’t cum and being buried to the hilt in her watching her float was intensely erotic to say the least. This kept me hard throughout. As her legs relaxed, I pulled them up and kept her knees bent holding then to my sides. In this, she could float without any support under her back. She was beautiful to say the least. Her nipples peaked and hard as diamonds as the water lapped over them, the moisture evaporating and causing a cooling sensation. I could still feel her contractions but they were weaker now. She had the instant gratification orgasm she wanted and I was happy to help.
Her eyes opened dreamily and the smile she had when she came remained. This was the moment of truth. Our act of incest. Would she become guilty or not? She looked down her chest up into my eyes. The smile remained and a new look of newfound compassion was on her face. The afterglow of her orgasm no doubt but no sign of guilt.
“Thank you.” She whispered as she hugged her legs to me enjoying the feeling of float free in space.
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Fantasy

Schoolbus Relations (Part 1)

Hello. My name is Greg. I want to tell you about what is probobally the most wonderful thing that happened to me during my high school years. It started out as a disaster, but eventally turned into what could only be described as a miracle.
We all remember high school, the adrenaline jungle littered with short skirts, tank tops, hip huggers, and those gifts from God that we simply call low-cut tees. At the time, and to this very day, I was fascinated with breasts, and the low-cut shirts were my guardian angel, ensuring that I would indeed survive high school. I would spend entire class periods staring down girls shirts. Occasionally I would be caught and called a perv, but there were those occasions, albeit rare, when the girl would slyly smile and let that neckline fall lower and lower until the only obstacle of a nip-slip was a pink laced bra. Although I adored breasts more than life itself, I had never actually seen one, internet aside. Unfortunantly my classes were only a half hour, but after school, I was in for another treat. Most people wanted to go home to spend time with their friends, or hang out at the mall, or be with their girlfriend. Personally, I didn’t have many friends, the prospect of the mall was unreachable, and I had never had a girlfriend. Rather, I looked forward to being released from school for the bus ride itself. From the school to my house was about 45 minutes, and the bus had maybe nine people on a good day. But luckly for me, one of those few students was a certain girl. Her name was Terri. She had the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen, whch were accented by the fact that she wore an extra low cut shirt day after day. She sat in the seat across the isle from me, and often she would sleep on the way home. Another blessing was the fact that the road to our area was filled with potholes. Every time we hit one, it seemed as if her breasts were just eager to leap up out of that shirt. Every day I would stare at her breasts, never getting tired. At home, and on a few occasions on the bus, I would jack off to alot of the girls at school, but always finish to Terri. The magnificent shape of her breasts, the perfect curve to them, the way they bounced. They were, at my guess, 42 D’s.
The days went by and I would see new peeks but always be enticed by the sight of Terri’s breasts. Not a day went by that I didn’t look, and on one day that she was sick, I thought for sure I was going to die, only being saved by the fact that I saw what I thought might have been a nipple earlier that day. She never seemed to notice that I was staring. A few times I was tempted to reach over and feel them, but always seemed to find a reason not to. And then, on that fateful wednesday, it happened. The day had been slow. It was cold, so nobody was wearing a low cut shirt. But I knew Terri would. The day seemed to last for hours. People were yapping on and on about the snow outside, but I could care less. People seemed entice by the white wonderland of snow, while I couldn’t get my mind off of the bountiful wonderland or Terri’s mounds. Finally, the 3 o’clock bell rang and I rushed to the bus. Terri arrived a few minutes later in a georgeous blue shirt, low cut of course. The first low-cut peek I had seen all day, my dick snapped to attention the second she stepped onto the bus. She sat down and closed her eyes. I sat with my legs on the seat, and when I was absolutely positive nobody was looking (the bus was near empty, and the bus driver couldn’t see anyways) I whipped out my cock and began stroking it. I stared at her magnificent breasts, so full and protruding from her shirt, while stroking myself. I was in heaven. When I felt that I could take it no longer, I stopped and started to put my dick in my pants. I didn’t want to end blowing my load all over the seats again. Suddenly, the bus jerked and I was lurched to the side. The bus driver had been cut off and hit the brakes to ensure not to hit the slow driver. Terri was thrown out of her seat onto me, and the bus driver shouted a mixture of swears and apologies. I looked down to Terri on my lap, and she looked up, sleepily.
“Are you hurt?” I asked.
“No.” She replied.
Then we both looked down to my lap, where my rock-hard boner was softly nestled between her breasts. She looked up at me with a mixture of shock and surprise. At that moment, the bus pulled up to my house. I shoved my dick in my pant and flew off the bus. As soon as I got inside, I locked the door and crouched down holding my head. I was screwed. My dick fell into her cleavage. Why me? Then I noticed that the crotch of my pants were soaked with semen. I stared in disbelief as I tried to remember when I came. Was it before or after I pushed Terri off? Did I blow my load in her cleavage? Oh, God, what does she think…?
The next day, I skipped school. I rented out a house by myself, so I didn’t have to play sick to any parents. The entire morning I stayed in my bed just replaying yesterdays events. The next day, friday, I decided to man up and went back to school. I expected to hear rude remarks or find cops waiting for me, but nothing happened. Nobody even seemed to know. I was still cautious throughout the day. When 3 o’clock came around, I considered just walking the 20 miles home, but I knew it was ridiculous. I would just have to man up and hope Terri understood. Yeah right. I stepped on the mostly empty bus and chsoe a seat at the back far away from everyone else. I looked out the window and hoped Terri wouldn’t show up. We had been sitting there 5 minutes, and the bus started up, but just before the bus started rolling the something touched my arm. I had been so deep in though, I nearly hit the roof of the bus. I quickly looked who was next to me and saw Terri looking at me. I backed as far into the corner as I could and stammerred.
“Your name is Greg, right?” she asked. “Y…yeah.” I replied. She rested her hand on mine. “Greg I want to talk to you about the other day.” I felt my face burn red. Obviously she could tell because she said “Don’t be embarassed. I know that you’ve been looking at me.” She smiled at me and I felt my face become less red. “I’ll tell you a secret. Do you know what I have for the last class of the day?” I shook my head. “I…I never see you during the day, only on the bus.” I replied. “Well, then you wouldn’t know what I usually wear.” Saying this, she reached into her backpack and pulled out a regular t-shirt. It looked like some sort of hiddeous demon thats goal was to hide boobs. I looked up at her quizically. “I wear this most of the day, and since my last class is gym, I change into a low-cut shirt instead of my usual shirts.” She must have seen I was confused and added “I usually don’t like guys staring at my boobs. I only wear low-cut shirts because I noticed that you liked them, and, well, I kinda like you.” She was the one blushing now. I just sat there dumbfounded. She wore them for me? And other times she wore that hiddeous thing? This must be a dream. I looked at her. She looked back at me, her ice-blue eyes looking nervous, almost like she would cry. I smiled at her. “You…You really do this just for me?” She nodded. “I’ve always wanted you to like them, so I do my best. Wednesday was amazing. Were you thinking about me?” I looked at her and wondered if she realized how I felt. “Of course I was. There is nobody else as beautiful as you and nobody else that I would rather think about.” When I said this, she smiled. “In that case, would you like to feel them?” I felt my mouth drop open. I thought I would faint. “Are you serious?” She smiled and replied “Of course!” She moved closer to me and grabber my hands, pulling them towards her, and placing them on her breasts. I had never felt anything like it. As she removed her hands, I fondled the clothed part, then I slowly moved my hands upwards. Just as I was about the feel her bare breasts, the bus stopped. I looked out the window and saw my house. I looked up at Terri, and she said “Don’t worry. We’ll finish where we left off on monday.” With that, she moved out of my seat and let me out. I walked off the bus, looked back, and I saw Terri pull down her shirt and bare more cleavage then ever through the window. I began to walk back to the house, stopped, then thought to myself “How am I going to make it through the weekend?”

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GlossaryMoirai- Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos aka The Fates. Three sisters born of Zeus and Themus, the goddess of divine order and law. Ichor- An ethereal fluid flowing in the veins of the gods.Aspictis- taken from ‘aspicio’ meaning to observeLacedaemon- Greek city-state that fell to Roman invasion in 146 B.C. (aka. Sparta)Fides, Mors, Dolor, Poena, Invictus- Honor, Death, Pain, Punishment, InvincibleAlethia- Goddess of TruthAthena- Goddess of Wisdom and battle strategyHestia- Goddess of the HearthNyx- Goddess of DarknessHecate- Goddess of MagicArtemis- Goddess of the HuntEnyo- Goddess of Destructive WarfareZeus, Hades, and Poseidon- seriously if you don’t know who these guys are crawl out from under your rock and visit a library. God of Sky and Thunder, God of the Underworld and Death, God of the Sea (aka. Earth Shaker)Hermes- God of Messengers and healingHera- Goddess of Women and MarriageAphrodite- Goddess of LoveInpietas- Betrayal

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Brother’s curious introduction

When I found out that my older brother was gay I was shocked at first but somewhat curious. We slept in the same room so often we would lie awake talking about everything including girls and many times the conversation would turn to gay sex. I asked who he had sex with, what it felt like, what sperm tasted like. He must of known I was curious and who knows maybe willing.
The more I thought about all he had told me the more I wanted to know yet I never found men attractive but thoughts of sex with them made me so horny, I wanked off to fantasies of older men, teachers, and strangely most of all my older brother. For a long time I would feel ashamed after masturbating and questioned my sexuality, I even tried to stop these thoughts but they always returned and with them, my 14 year old boner.
It never entered my mind to actually fulfil any of these fantasies but one evening while wrestling with all of my brothers I pinned my older brother down on the bed straddling him. I felt him resist but something told me he liked it!I moved back and forth on his groin careful not to arouse his or my other brother’s suspicion. His eye’s looked glazed as he half struggled against my weight on him thrusting upwards but never enough to force me off…strange as he was 4years older and at 18 a lot stronger than me.
Beneath his jeans I could feel his manhood hardening but I felt safe that he didn’t realise I knew he was getting off to me. Mom had called my younger brothers; now we were alone. He must have feared me feeling his boner because he flipped me over. I heard him groan as his hard cock rubbed against mine and his weight on me made me hornier than ever before. By this stage we both knew what was happening but not how far this would go so we progressed slowly.
He lay back on the bed an pushed down on my shoulders. Taking my opportunity I went down towards his crotch and holding his legs down buried my face in it. Rubbing around the area I became braver by the fact that he remained lying and groaned deeper with his eyes closed.
Something came over me and I opened my mouth wide to massage and lick at the bulge in his pants. He hopped up suddenly and now I was in for it. Actually sucking at my brother’s cock had gone too far. He looked at me and said “do you want to suck it?” I trembled and hesitated. Was it a trick? Would he let me? Right here with our parents down the hall? Did I want to?
“ehh ok…” I muttered still trembling. He pulled his pants down and showed me his thick cock, 7 and a half inches, circumsised with a bulging purple head. It actually looked kind of intimidating. I don’t think I wanted to suck it in reality and half heartedly said “mom and dad are down the hall.” He looked at me scornfully obviously ashamed of himself and hiding it. He said I was scared and suddenly as he pulled his pants up over the erect dick still pointing ou at me I regretted my decision. “I’m not scared! Let’s go somewhere else.” Did he hear the wanting in my voice? He got up and we walked down the long hallway, down the stairs and out the back behind the shed.
The whole way I still felt as if he would turn on me and even asked him if he was going to hit me!? Once hidden he turned and pulled his pants down to his ankles. I dropped to my knees and placed my mouth over his thick head. The smell was a strong musky man smell and tasted of sweat. His cock was hard, fleshy and hot in my mouth. I stroked it up and down a few times with my hand which barely covered half of his manhood and just reached around its circumfrence. He pushed the back of my head down on his erect penis and by this stage my spit was dribbling down his length and into his pubic hair. He moaned as his penis rubbed the back of my mouth and my lips squeezes tightly on his shaft while my tongue rolled over the head of his now salty penis.
Time seemed to go on forever and as I explored him I poked my tongue at the slit in his penis making him spasm and buck at my mouth violently. He pushed harder on the back of my head until his dick slid down my throat making me gag and almost throw up. He let go then and asked was I hard. It was only at his point that I relised I wasn’t! Why was I doing this? None the less I replied “kind of”. He pulled down my track suit pants and reveled a rather less impressive manhood. At 5 inches and uncut with little pubic hair and certainly no throbbing veins I felt so inferior compared to him. “Do you want to fuck me?” I heard myself saying. He looked at me for a moment and said “that’s too much, just stand up.”
He took my penis gently in one hand and tugged at it while his other hand grabbed my smooth subtle bum cheek. He said “wank me off” and so I once again grabbed hold of his tool and pumped in time with him. Precum ran down his shaft and over my fingers. I desparately wanted to taste his love goo but by this stage he was moaning like a wounded animal and licking inside my ear. All I needed was to see him shoot all over my hand. He had been wanking me all this time and now rock hard i became more aware of him pumping me harder and harder almost ripping my foreskin. It now seemed like a race to make the other come first a race I had up until now been sure to win. My balls tightened and my face reddened as I held back my sticky sperm but it was no good. Now barely wanking him lost in my own sexual ecstacy I shot a small load over his white knuckles.
“Ughh I didn’t know you were so close what the fuck!” He looked at me with disgust or was it disappointment? As my spent cock twitched in the cool air back came the feelings of shame! I’m not gay why did I do that? Why did he do it to me? How could I look my brother in the eye again? I pulled up my pants knowing that he had expected me to finish beating him off or something. I told him he better never tell anyone not even his gay friends and we returned upstairs and never mentioned it again. Things returned to normal and I even started fantasising over it again but knew after what I had done it could never happen again.
About 2 or 3 months later while doing homework on his bed he sat at the computer doing whatever. Soon after that I heard sex noises “uggh uggh uggh! Fuck me bro fuck me hard!” Did I hear that? I looked up and sure enough two guys were fucking hard on the computer screen. Why was he watching this with me here? And then things started to make sense. My parents and younger brothers were away and he was watching gay porn supposedly of two brothers having sex. There was an underlying agenda.
I was still doing my homework in my school uniform when he turned around and said you can wank off if you want. Truth was I didn’t but couldn’t pass up this opportunity to be with him again. I pulled down my pants and began to stroke my limp dick as I watched the men on screen violating each other. Yeah thats what I want, one inside me. He turned an said “do you need a hand with that?” That was pretty forward this time. “Ok” I whispered kind of nervous again. He lay down next to me and began to stroke my semi hard dick into a full hard on. This lasted a few minutes until he got up to remove his own clothes. I didn’t want to spend the next half hour half chocking on his meat and being simply wanked off. I wanted more and blurtted it out. “Will you let me see what it feels like inside me?” With his half hard manhood dangling a mere foot or two from me he searched my eye’s to see if I really wanted this. I knew it would hurt but was sick of dreaming about it and not knowing. I had stuck my finger up my anus before and that had even hurt slightly. What would his cock do to me?
“Ok” he said and I pulled my pants all the way off and stood awaiting my instructions. “How do you want to do it?” I asked as butterflies filled my stomach. What if I couldn’t fit it inside or it hurt too much. He told me to kneel on the edge of his bed and we would do it doggy style. My ass felt tighter than usual as if it knew what was coming and protested! He positioned himself behind me and pumped his cock a few times to get it hard enough to fuck me with. He nudged the fat purple head against my ring and pushed but couldn’t pop my sphinter. He pushed once or twice more as I prayed desparately that it wouldn’t actually tear me. “Loosen up, just relax.” He told me. “Push like you want to fart”. It was no use I was starting to feel embarassed. He then said “hang on i’ll get some lube”, not wanting him to lose his boner and change his mind I told him to wait and spat on my hand then rubbed it into my tight slot. Now slick it would be easier for him to do his nasty deed to me and easier for me to have it done.
He pushed gently and parted my anal walls it felt ok but that was the lubed part and he pushed further until his entire head penetrated me. He leaned forward over me and wrapped his big arm around my waist. I must have been struggling away from him. As he held me in place he stroked my penis with the other hand and resumed pushing into me. The feeling was getting tighter and tighter until i felt a sharp pain and whimpered. He told me to accept him to push and it wouldn’t hurt. He pulled out slightly until just the head was still inside then pushed deeper into me again. I started to sweat and felt a bead run down my crack to the top of my hole. It became easier as his cock became more sweaty and my ass got used to being fucked. He started to fuck me quicker and deeper and soon I found myself on a boner again. I started bucking against his hardness as his breath deepened. He pumped me harder and I panted “don’t make me come…please” I didn’t want the shame to come on while he was still inside me. He released my pecker and i moaned, squeeled and panted deeper. “Fuck me, Fuck me harder agghhh! Fuck that hurts! Pound me Pound my ass please!”
He groaned and told me once again how tight I was. “Come inside me”, I wanted to feel the warm gooey wetness inside my stretched hole. With That he grabbed my hips and jerked as far as he could into me slapping off my sweaty butt cheeks. His pumping became more irregular and spasmatic until I felt his head swell and release his wad into me. The sprays of thick spunk came one after another filling my now twitching ass until he collapsed on top of me panting and sweating with his spent cock still throbbing inside me. He pulled himself up and pulled out of me with a slight pop and a loose fart. “Ugghh! That’s disgusting” I thought he was on about my fart until I rolled over on the bed and saw that his cock had my shit on the end of it. I was still so horny that I stupidly asked him to finish me off but instead he ran down to the bathroom to clean himself off while I came on my stomach.
Immediately I felt the shame and disgust at myself. Being used like that. It was always something why did I have sex with him it was his idea. He seduced me this time and why did I always fuck it up! I walked down to the bathroom to wipe my ass and while sitting cold, sweaty and naked on the toilet I pushed to expel the wads of spunk from my tender bum. Plop plop plop, the white goo dropped thick as gelatin into the bowl. I wiped and tried to forget about it. The next mornng I woke with a morning bone and relived what happened the day before. Fingering my now de-virginised butt hole I felt the hairs around it stuck together with my brother’s jizz and thought to myself will this never end…

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Owned Teacher Chap. 10-12

This is not my own work. This wonderful piece was written by an author known as “Thumb” about ten to fifteen years ago. I thought I would repost it here so a new audience may enjoy it was much as I have over the years CHAPTER 10
Lisa emerged from the house around 8:30 the next morning to find a cold shivering Mary huddled under the towel which of course was not large enough to provide much comfort. “Good Morning Mrs. C.”
“Morning Ms. Simon,” mumbled the miserable teacher. She was cold, dirty, hungry and needed to use the bathroom.
Lisa released Mary’s ankles and helped her to stand. Taking the leash in hand she started to lead her teacher pet to the house. “Do you need to use the bathroom before we go in Mrs. C.?”
Mary remembered the humiliation of yesterday but she really needed to go. “Yes Ms. Simon I need to use the bathroom.”
“Well hurry up then.”
Mary squatted once again in her yarn in front of her student and released her bladder. She didn’t know what she would do when she needed to have a bowel movement.
Once she finished the humiliating task she was lead into the house and up to the bathroom. “Take a shower Mrs. C. No playing with yourself and no using the toilet.” Lisa hooked Mary’s leash over the shower head and left the teacher to get cleaned up.
Mary was exhausted. She had gotten little sleep the past 2 nights. Her muscles ached and her feet were very swollen. Her nipples and ass hole were tender.
Mary let the warm water massage her body, She scrubbed her skin pink and washed her hair twice. After several minutes Lisa returned and unhooked the leash. She led the dripping teacher into her bedroom. “Get dried off and do your hair and make-up the way I like it. Your clothes for today are on the bed. What time do you expect Amy home?”
The mention of her daughters name brought her back to the reality of her situation. “She should be home around 5:00. Ms. Simon,” answered the naked, dripping teacher.
“You have 30 minutes to get ready. Meet me in the kitchen.”
Mary dried quickly and looked on the bed for her clothes. She found a red garter belt with red stockings and the 6″ heels. She dressed and then dried and styled her hair. The make-up was not to her liking but to Lisa’s liking.
She took a last look in the mirror and saw a 35 year old woman dressed or rather undressed made up like a teenager. She felt ridiculous but she marched down the stairs to the kitchen. Lisa was sitting at the table eating eggs with a slice of ham and toast. She had a cup of steaming coffee in front of her.
” Your breakfast is in the bowl on the floor.”
Mary looked down and saw a bowl of dry spoon sized shredded wheat with a bowl of water next to it. Mary sank to her knees and began to eat the shredded wheat. She was starving. She picked up the bowl of water and washed the 10 shredded wheats down. When she had finished Lisa ordered her to clean up and meet her in the living room.
Mary cleaned up and walked into the living room.
“Put this where it belongs” said Lisa handing Mary the butt plug and the tube of lubricant.
Mary started for the bathroom. “No, no, Mrs. C. right here.”
Mary stopped and began lubricating the plug. She realized that the only way she would get it in was to squat and force it into her ass. As she did just that, her student was watching closely. It was just slightly easier than the night before but it was still difficult and very uncomfortable. Once the plug was in place Mary was ordered to kneel on the floor before her student.
“Mrs. C. you know how you made us learn all the rules of grammar and writing. And when we didn’t follow them you corrected us and in some cases punished us.”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
“Well I have prepared a list of rules for you. It is important that you follow them to keep our secret and protect your and your family ‘s reputation. If you fail to follow every rule you will be corrected and punished. Is that clear?”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
“The rules are not open to discussion. If you do not understand something you ask me. You are not to attempt to interpret them yourself.”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
Lisa handed Mary a list of rules. “Read these out loud to me now to be sure you understand them. Rules may be added or changed as I see fit.”
Mary began to read:
“Rules for my pet teacher to live by:
1. I will remain naked with 6″ heels at all time when I am alone at home unless directed otherwise by my owner.
2. When I am not alone I will wear a skirt and top or dress with garter belt and stockings and 3” heels unless directed otherwise by my owner.
3. I will always have my hair done and make-up as my owner likes it.
4. I will only eat what my owner permits and I may not use utensils unless my daughter is present.
5. I am never to sit on a toilet seat. If I am alone at home I will use the back yard for my toilet needs. If I use a bathroom I will squat over the bowl with the seat up.
6. I will always have my ass lubricated.
7. I will keep my pussy bald at all times.
8. I will never wear panties or bra unless directed by my owner.
9. I will sleep naked on the floor every night unless directed otherwise by my owner.
10. I will never refuse an order of my owner.
11. I will wear my collar at all time when I am alone and carry it in my purse at all other times.
12. I will exercise daily and keep myself fit.
13. I will never sit on any furniture without the permission of my owner.
14. I will never make any decisions without consulting my owner.
15. I will have my plug, big black dildo and nipple clamps with me at all times.
16. I will respect all students by calling the Ms. or Mr.
17. I will always display a smiling face.
18. I will masturbate every morning, at lunch and as soon as I get home from work BUT I will not have an orgasm without permission.
19. I acknowledge that I am obeying these and all other rules and orders from my owner because I want to be a good pet.
20. I understand that my life is now controlled by my owner.
“Very good Mrs. C. Any questions?”
“No Ms. Simon”
“I will be moving into the guest room. We will tell Amy that I am having problems at home and you agreed to let me stay here with my parents permission.”
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
“Now go put on the skirt and blouse I laid out for you so we can get my stuff before Amy gets home.”
Mary went upstairs with her head spinning. She had no choice other than to obey her owner. Why does that thought make my pussy wet. She put on the skirt which really was extremely short, barely covering the tops of her stockings and Amy’s sweater which was way to tight. Her hard nipples were poking holes in the front of the sweater. The plug in her as was still uncomfortable.
Mary went down the stairs and when she saw Lisa she begged, “Ms. Simon I can’t meet your parents dressed this way.”
“Don’t worry they won’t mind at all. Put your collar on.”
The confused teacher buckled the collar around her neck and walked to the car in a daze.CHAPTER 11
Mary climbed into the car wondering what Lisa had planned. Surely she didn’t plan to make her meet her parents dressed this way.
“Spread your legs and pull your skirt up Mrs. C. ” said Lisa as she climbed into the car. ” I live across town and I want you to play with yourself until we get there.”
Mary spread her legs and began to gentle slid her finger over her wet bald pussy. She was ashamed that she could possibly be excited being treated like this and being forced to act this way.
After about a twenty minute drive they arrived at Lisa’s home. It was in a nice suburban neighborhood. Her house had a wooden fence all around with a gate off the driveway. Lisa parked in the driveway and ordered Mary to get out of the car and pull her skirt down.
Mary hesitated getting out and Lisa came around the car and opened the door pulling her teacher out of the car by her leash. “Come on Mrs. C. my parents are anxious to meet you.”
Mary didn’t know what to do as she was led to the door at the end of her leash. How could she face this girls parents like this? What would she say? How would they react? What would they think of her? Would they have her arrested? A million thoughts went through her mind as Lisa continued to pull her leash leading her to the door.
Lisa opened the door and lead the cringing teacher into the house. “I’m home,” called Lisa.
Lisa’s mother came out of the kitchen. “Hello Honey”. said her mother ignoring the scantily clad collared teacher. “Your dad and brother are watching the game in the living room. Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes.”
Lisa pulled the teacher into the living room. “Hi dad, hi Mike.”
Mary immediately recognized Mike. She had been his teacher two years earlier. She hadn’t realized Lisa was his sister. ]
“Hi Lisa” said her dad.
“Hi sis,” said Mike. “Hi Mrs. C. You look different today.”
Mary blushed deeply and remained silent.
“You remember my brother don’t you Mrs. C.? You gave him a D on his term paper and he was ineligible to play football for two games.”
It came back to here immediately. Mike had done a terrible job on that paper and she had been forced to give him a low grade. He had asked her to please give him a C and let him do makeup work but she refused. Even the coach had asked her to make some allowances but she held fast and he was not permitted to play for 2 games until he brought the grade up. She could see him leering at her and Lisa’s father was checking her out closer than was comfortable. She knew she was in a really bad situation.
“So you are not so high and mighty are you now Mrs. C.?” Mike laughed reaching out and patting her tightly covered ass.
“Dinner’s ready”, called Mrs. Simon.
“Let’s eat” said Lisa’s dad.
Lisa pulled the frightened teacher by her leash into the kitchen. There were four chair set around the table. Mary was left standing next to Lisa as the family sat down to dinner. The family ate dinner and talked as if Mary were not even there. She was very uncomfortable just standing there watch them eat and being ignored.
After they finished eating Lisa turned to her teacher and explained. “You see Mrs. C. Mike was the one who actually found the magazine and when he showed me, we laid out a plan to get revenge. Mom and dad were in total agreement with the plan after what you had done to Mike. Mom and dad have practiced D/s and S/m for years and have a very open understanding between them. They belong to a group here in town that meets monthly. I attended my first meeting when I turned 18 and Mike has been attending for two years when he is home from college.”
“So you see this is a family affair. You are now the property of all of us. You are primarily mine but they can use you in any way they want. We will not involve your daughter directly since we do not believe in involving minors . However we may use her without her knowledge to assist in your training. Your husband will be involved but we will not unveil his involvement until later. He is unaware of what is happening at this time.”
” Take off your sweater Mrs. C. and show daddy and Mike your tits.”
The overwhelmed teacher knew she had no choice and lifted the sweater over her head exposing her hard tipped breasts to the family. Mike reach up and grasping the right nipple pulled the teacher down and gave her a hard opened mouth kiss. His tongue slide between her lips and her knee went weak. She forgot the pain in her nipple and was electrified by the intensity of the kiss.
He released her nipple and lips and she stood on wobbling legs.
“Remove your skirt Mrs. C. before you leak all over it.”
Mary lowered her skirt showing her shaved pussy to everyone.
“Spread your legs,” demanded Mike.
“Show us your cunt teach” added Lisa’s father.
Mary spread her legs and reached down and spread her juicy pussy lips showing them her excitement.
“You were right Lisa. She is a natural,” said Mrs. Mason.
“Turn around and show your plugged ass.”
The deeply shamed teacher did as she was ordered.
“Enough of this we don’t have all day Mike needs some relief before going back to college. Mrs. C. go over and demonstrate you cock sucking talents on him. Bend at the waist and keep your ass up.”ordered Lisa taking charge of her pet.
Mary turned to Mike and saw his huge swollen cock sticking out of his pants. He grabbed her head and forced her mouth down over his cock.
“He better be happy or you will be very, very sorry Mrs. C.,” said Lisa patting her teacher’s bare ass.
Mary worked her mouth up and down the long thick pole. She used her tongue and tried to get this over a quickly as possible. That’s when she felt hands on her ass, forcing her legs apart. A finger was sliding into her dripping pussy. Ohhh the sensations were too much..the thick cock running over her tongue and the finger playing in her pussy she was so close to cumming.
At that moment she felt a sharp sting to her left breast. “Don’t you dare cum you slut,” hissed Mrs. Simon.
Mary felt the finger leave her pussy and be replaced with what she knew was Mr. Simon’s cock. It felt huge and was stretching her pussy but had no problem sliding in with her juices flowing. She felt another sharp pain in her right breast. She tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth and ignore the hot rod now slamming into her steaming pussy. The stinging pains continued in her breast as Mrs. Simon smacked each one with a wooden spatula. FLASH. She could see the flashes as her use was recorded.
Soon she felt the cock in her mouth begin to pulse. She worked hard trying to get this former student to cum in her mouth before she had an orgasm and drew the wrath of her tormentors. The first shot of cum hit the back of her throat gagging her and then Mike pulled out and landed squirt after squirt of hot cum on her face and in her hair.
Her face remained in Mike’s crotch with his deflated cock now back in her mouth as his father continued to pound her pussy while his mother smacked her by now sore sensitive breasts. Her orgasm was so near it hurt and she was fighting the pleasure to avoid anything worse happening to her.
After what seemed an eternity she felt the splash of Mr. Simon’s cum deep in her stretched pussy. Then he pulled out and covered her ass and back with hot white cum.
As Mr. Simon pulled his cock from her very used pussy the teacher collapsed to the floor. Looking down she saw her breasts an angry red and her nipples were painfully engorged. Her pussy was crying for release which was not to be.
Mr. Simon took some pictures of the bedraggled teacher covered in cum. His hobby was photography and he planned to use Lisa’s pet for some very inventive pictures.
“Get up Mrs. C. and take my things to the car. Don’t bother to clean up just put your sweater and skirt on and get moving. We want to get home before Amy gets back.”
The cum covered teacher dressed and moved to load her owners things into her car. She couldn’t look any of them in the eye and silently went about completing her task.
“Mike will be going back to college tonight but I will take you over to visit daddy and mommy next week,” said Lisa as she drove her once proud teacher to her home with cum drying on her face and in her hair.CHAPTER 12
When they arrived home Mary carried all of Lisa’s things into the large guest room and unpacked for her. She was a real mess with cum dried on her face and in her hair. Her breasts were very sore from the abuse of Lisa’s mother and her pussy was crying for the release she had been denied.
“Shower and wash your hair Mrs. C. you look disgusting. I will lay out your outfit to greet your daughter. And Mrs. C. don’t you dare play with yourself.”
A thoroughly dominated teacher moved to the shower. There wasn’t much time to get ready and Lisa required her to always have her hair and make-up done.
After a quick show Mary entered her bed room apprehensive about what Lisa would require her to where. She found a respectable but short skirt, a heavy sweater which would conceal her unfettered breasts and 3″ heels. There were no stockings or garter belt so she was totally naked under her clothes. Her ass was still plugged and she put her collar in her purse with the dildo and tube of lubricant. As she was doing her make-up she realized how hungry she was. She hadn’t had anything to eat all day and hadn’t had a decent meal since last Friday at lunch. As soon as she was ready she went down stairs looking for Lisa.
“Better start dinner Mrs. C. Amy will be hungry when she gets home. First show me your plug” she demanded.
Mary lifted her skirt and bent over.
“Spread your cheeks Mrs. C.”
The shamed teacher reached back and spread her ass cheeks so her student could see the plug in her ass.
“Stay like that and finger your pussy”
Skirt up, bent at the waist Mary began to finger her pussy. In seconds she was dripping.
“Mrs. C. you are such a hot number,” mocked Lisa. “Enough of that now fix dinner. Amy and I will had ravioli’s and a nice salad. You will have some plain lettuce. Unless of course you want to dip it in front of Amy”
“Please Ms. Simon I am so hungry.” begged Mary.
“But you just had a load of high protein cum not more than an 2 hours ago. We have to get rid of a few pounds Mrs. C.”
A red faced Mary had no reply to that and began getting the dinner Lisa had ordered.
About 10 minutes later They heard the front door open and a cry, “Mom I’m home”
“In the kitchen “, called Mary.
Amy stopped in her tracks when she came into the kitchen. “Mom, What did you do to your hair?”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s so different. Why did you get it cut so short?”
“I just wanted something really different.”
“Why are you dressed up on Sunday night? Are you going out?”
“No Honey I just decided to dress up more. You know with Daddy gone I tend to let myself go a little.”
“Oh”. Just then Amy noticed Lisa. “Hi”.
“Amy you know Lisa don’t you?”
“Sure from school”.
“Well she will be living here for a while until she can get things worked out with her parents.” Mary lied to her daughter.
“Cool. An older sister. That will be neat.”
” I think so too,” said Lisa. “Come on I’ll help you unpack.”
Lisa and Amy went up stairs and left the nervous teacher cooking a dinner she was not permitted to eat. At least the 3″ heels didn’t hurt her feet as much as the 6″ ones.
When dinner was ready Mary called the two girls and when they came down they were chatting like old friends. Amy and Lisa sat down and Mary served them a large salad and ravioli. Then she moved to the counter where she picked at her lettuce.
“Aren’t you having any Mom?” asked Amy.
“No, I’m trying to lose a few pounds Honey.” Mary lied again to her daughter.
“Get us a couple of Cokes Mrs. C.”, demanded Lisa.
She got out two Cokes and glasses for the girls.
“Mom why do we have Coke you always liked Pepsi and wouldn’t ever but Coke for me.”
Now Mary was in a tough spot. What could she say.
“I bought the Coke” said Lisa “I didn’t know but if you like Coke I’m sure your mother will buy it from now on. Won’t you Mrs. C.?”
“Sure since you both like it and I am dieting I’ll get Coke from now on.” Another lie.
“Aren’t you going to sit down Mom?” asked Amy.
“No honey I have a lot to do and want to keep moving.” Lie number four Her life is becoming one lie after another as she protects her family from her tormentors.
The girls finished and went upstairs leaving Mary to clean up. Usually Amy cleaned up but Lisa had said for her to come upstairs with her and Mary was left to clean up as she knew she would be doing from now on. After everything was cleaned up Mary went upstairs and asked if the girls needed anything. She suddenly became aware of the need to use the bathroom. But she was plugged.!! She tried to catch Lisa’s eye but Lisa ignored her.
“Did you finish checking our papers yet Mrs. C.?” asked Lisa innocently. She could see the beginning concern on her teacher and suspected she knew the reason. “I’ll entertain Amy you go check the papers.”
It was an order Mary knew that. What were Amy and Lisa talking about? In this first test her nerves were on edge. The stress was tremendous. She moved off the her room to check the papers. She sat on the floor and spread the papers around her as she went to work trying to ignore the cramping in her bowels.
A couple of hours later Amy came in to say good night. “Why are you on the floor mom?”
“I needed room to spread everything out Honey,” Mary lied again.
“Well I’m really tired and have a busy day tomorrow. Tell daddy I said hi when he calls,” said Amy as she kissed her mother on the cheek. “Good night.”
“Good night Honey” said Mary. Damn she had forgotten all about Bill’s calling on Sunday nights.
After Amy had gone to bed Lisa came into Mrs. C. room. “We are alone. Strip Mrs. C.”
“Please Ms. Simon may I remove my plug and use the bathroom.” begged the stressed out teacher. All this lying and deprivation was making her fall apart.
“Of course Mrs. C. Why did you ask me sooner? said Lisa with a wicked smile. “Be sure to lick the plug clean and remember how you must ‘sit’ unless of course you want to go outside.”
“I’ll use the bathroom, thank you Ms. Simon.”
Mary hurried into the bathroom and pulled the plug from her ass and squatting over the toilet with the seat up she didn’t have to strain hard to empty her bowels. Then she began the disgusting task of licking the plug clean.
“You do not need to put it back in right now Mrs. C.” called Lisa from the bedroom. When Mary came back into the bedroom wearing only her heels Lisa told her to change into her 6″ heels. “they make your legs and ass look almost respectable.”
Handing Mary her purse Lisa ordered her to get the dildo out. She was told to sit on the floor with her knees drawn back so her heels were against her ass. Lisa moved up and pushed her teacher knees apart exposing her bald pussy. “Put your black friend into your pussy Mrs. C.”
Mary took the black monster and tried to slip the end into her moist slit. It was too big. ” Ms. Simon it is too big, it doesn’t fit.”
“Get it in or I will and your might make too much noise if I have to do it.” snarled Lisa. “I’ve been much too easy on you.”
The frightened teacher managed to get the head into her pussy stretching it further than ever except when Amy was born. Once the head was in, it slowly slide deeper and deeper until about 4″ were buried it her pussy. FLASH
“Now slide it in and out and get it deeper.”
Mary pushed and pushed the huge black cock in and out. It stretched her to the limit and was so large it rubbed her clit on every stroke sending shivers through her body. Another inch disappeared into her hole but at least 8 ” was still showing.
“Mrs. C. by Christmas you will take every inch of that,” said Lisa confidently.
‘Impossible’ thought Mary but she kept her mind on the fire building in her pussy.
“Don’t cum Mrs. C. If you are good maybe I’ll let you cum later but keep that black toy of your moving.”
The phone rang. Mary looked at Lisa with pleading eyes.
“Keep fucking yourself Mrs. C. while you talk to your husband. Don’t mention me. If you cum or stop I will wake Amy to talk to her father” said Lisa with a smile.
Mary answered the phone. She did her best to talk in a normal voice as she slid the dildo in and out with 6″ disappearing now. She was on fire. Her husband was so preoccupied he didn’t even notice her ragged breathing. She could here the sucking sounds as the black pleasure maker slide in and out of her blazing pussy. The conversation lasted about 10 minutes and Mary could not remember one word that had been said. As soon as she hung up she begged Lisa,”Please Ms. Simon May I cum?”
“What are you willing to do if I let you cum Mrs. C.?”
The frantic teacher hissed “Anything Ms. Simon. Anything.”
Lisa lifted her skirt showing Mary her bare ass. “Kiss my ass Mrs. C.”
The chagrined teacher leaned forward and placed her lips on her student’s bare ass.
” Come on Mrs. C. if you want to cum you have to do better than that.”
Mary leaned further forward and planted her lips firmly on Lisa’s ass.
“Use your tongue Mrs. C.”
The overcharged teacher ran her tongue over Lisa smooth ass. She dipped her tongue into the crack briefly.
“Lick the hole Mrs. C.”
Mary couldn’t last much longer. Her pussy was burning up. Her ass was bouncing on the floor as she shoved the black dildo in and out. There was a puddle of her juices on the floor and she was getting a full 8″ in. Lisa noted there was only 6″ to go.
As Mary’s tongue licked her students ass Lisa said “Cum Mrs. C.”
Ahhhhhhhhhhh… moaned into Lisa’s ass as she bucked through the most intense orgasm ever. She was cumming and cumming one after the other. Her tongue was whipping over Lisa’s ass hole as she made an even larger puddle on the floor.
Once she came back to earth Lisa said, “Well Mrs. C. you are a pretty good ass licker and look you have 8” of the black cock in that hole of yours already.
A mortified teacher realized what had just happened and broke out sobbing.
“If cumming is going to make you cry Mrs. C. I won’t permit you to cum anymore.”
Mary fought for control.
“Now lick your toy clean and then lick up your mess on the floor. Sleep right there and keep your black plaything in your mouth all night. Set you alarm for 5 and be showered and made up with breakfast for Amy and I ready by 6:30. You may wear the robe we saved until I pick out your clothes for school.”
“Oh have your bag for the gym ready to pack too.”
“Nite Mrs. C.”
The stunned teacher sat there unmoving for a half hour before beginning the jobs assigned.

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Brad’s first time, five years later

It had been several years since Angie & Brads encounter in the duplex in Ohio. Angie remembered fondly the time they had spent together, when she had taught young Brad the secrets of physical passion. But once her college classes were completed, Angie moved to a different state where she had been working for a computer corporation.
Angie now traveled often on business trips, and her luscious body and pretty face didn’t hurt her sales. Men would go to great lengths to spend more time with her than the other salesmen. They wanted to watch her perfect butt, and perky breasts more than they needed computers. Angie just smiled and talked about her products, she was very animated, this gave her the opportunity to show off her athletic build.
It was early spring and Angie found herself on a trip to Ohio, she decided to look for Brad.
“Brad should be about 17 now” she thought as she drove her rental car to her old neighborhood. She quickly found the old duplex and parked in front. As she walked towards the door she could feel her legs tremble, she was excited and afraid of this encounter.
She knocked on the door, and when it swung open, Brad’s mom appeared. She smiled broadly.
“Well, if it isn’t Angie!” said Brads mom.
“Hi!” said Angie, “I was in town and I thought I would come see the old neighborhood.”
“Well come on” said Brads Mom, “My husbands still at work, and Brad is at band practice at school”
Angie didn’t want to appear too interested in Brad so she went in a chatted with Brads Mom. As they talked, Angie picked up bits and pieces of information about Brad: he was in Washington High school, making good grades, no steady girlfriend. Angie chatted a bit longer then said goodbye, she said she had to go visit one of her clients.
It was almost 4:00 in the afternoon, Angie raced across town to Washington High hoping to find Brad before she had to fly back home. Her heart was pounding. Brad, even though he had been very young, had been one of her favorite lovers. He had always been open and honest as most children are, but he had the passion of a grown man, even then.
She found the high school and parked by the auditorium. She looked in the mirror: her long dark hair flowed by her pretty face, her green eyes and full lips were still as gorgeous as they had been in her twenties. As she got out of the car, she smoothed her dress and checked her reflection in the car windows: she still had a tight athletic body that looked great in her business skirt, jacket and sheer white blouse. As she looked at her reflection, she had an idea that added to her excitement.
She picked up her purse and walked into the auditorium. The auditorium was empty but she could hear the students practicing their instruments somewhere in the back. “Brad’s here!” she thought as she looked around for a bathroom. She found one a walked quickly towards it: her high heels clicking on the hard floor. Once in the bathroom she quickly removed her jacket and blouse and hung them over the coat hook. She took off her camisole, which was essential in the business world when she wore her sheer white blouse. She removed her bra and stuffed it and the camisole into her purse.
As she put her blouse on, she could see her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts had actually become better looking over the last few years: they still had the smooth brown skin and perfect small, hard nipples. But now they had a little more ‘jiggle’ in them since they weren’t so high and tight as they had been in her twenties. They looked spectacular under the almost completely see-through blouse. She put on her jacket to cover her nearly exposed breasts. The jacket and the shadows it produced covered the near nakedness of the blouse. She walked back into the auditorium to look for Brad.
She followed the sound of the music to the back of the auditorium and found herself by a doorway to a small room in which several teen-age boys sat playing their instruments. She took a deep breath as she recognized Brad; he’d grown up well. Brad was now a tall, handsome young man with well groomed blond hair. She watched him for a few moments from the doorway as he guided his fellow students through their practice.
He had an easy, confident air and a quick dazzling smile. Angie’s heart was pounding, she was sexually excited, but that was nothing new. She had a new feeling that took her a moment to recognize: she was proud! She knew her gentle & honest encounter with the 11 year old Brad had helped mold him into this fine young man; how else could he be so confident at 17?!
She waited for the music to stop and stepped into the room.
“Hello Brad” she said, her voice was too was a little lower than it had been in her twenties.
“Hello” Brad said as he turned toward the woman who had greeted him. She was pretty, well dressed, obviously a professional business woman. “Who is this person?” he asked himself as looked at her high-heel shoes, her shapely legs and hips under her smart business skirt and her ‘all-business’ jacket. He flashed that dazzling smile and exclaimed “Angie!” as he stepped forward to hug the first woman he’d ever loved.
“This is great! I thought about you all the time and wondered if I’d ever see you again!” he said as he held her closely. She held him tightly too. “Hey Guys, this is a dear friend of mine; Angie”.
Angie marveled at his muscles, his smooth voice, his poise and self assured manner. She was thrilled that he chose the word ‘dear friend’ instead of ‘old friend’. She was probably prettier than she ever was, but she was still a woman. And no woman wants to be called ‘old’. Brad already knew that, at 17, when most boys are stumbling over their words trying to make any sense at all. “Yes”, thought Angie, “I am very proud of this boy, this man!”
“How have you been” asked Angie, looking deeply into his blue eyes, but her eyes were asking much, much more: “are you happy? Did I harm you? Do you now believe what a natural lover you were? Is everything OK? Was I wrong to be with you? Am I wrong to be here now?” were the questions that raced through her mind.
Brad knew her concerns, and answered all of them with a smile and a slight nod as he held Angie by her shoulders and stared into her green eyes “I’m OK, Angie, better than OK” he said softly, “you helped me, you never hurt me, you gave me a head start into adulthood that has helped me in every possible way, I’m very happy”.
“That’s so good to hear Brad” Angie said, her body finally able to relax “ I missed you Brad, I thought about you all the time too”. She was surprised by the intensity of the emotions that flooded her mind, she had thought it was just sex, but there was something more…She lowered her eyes as Brad held her with his hands firmly on her shoulders, when she raised her eyes she saw that Brad was no longer staring into her eyes. Her jacket had pulled open exposing the flimsy cloth that covered her perfect breasts, he was staring at the breasts that brought back so many memories. As he looked, Angie could feel her nipples harden by the cool air and Brad’s hot stare. “Oh…” she said, “I didn’t have time to buy a gift, so I wore this to surprise you”.
“That’s better than any gift” he said to her, “Guys, you’re on your own, I have some catching up to do” he call out to the musicions as he steered Angie out the door, his arm around her shoulder, her arm around his waist. “Angie?” he said, “I think I love you”.
“I think love you too” blushed Angie, hoping he wouldn’t be some teenage love struck schoolboy, hoping he’d remember one of the most important lessons she’d taught him: “Love your woman Brad” she had told him 5 years ago, “treat her like a queen, but when it’s time for sex, take what you want. The bedroom is not the place for the royal treatment, in the bedroom a woman wants to know she pleases and satisfies her man, and that can only happen if you take what you want. Do that and your woman will be happy and know she is pleasing to you. Then you treat her like a queen later”. He had been able to take what he wanted as a boy, but now she wanted him to take what he wanted as a man.
“Angie…” he started as he guided her into the dimly lit room that held all of the padded floor mats the gymnasts used. “Angie I have thought about you too long, No girl has been able to please me like you did” he said as he closed the door and pushed her down on a stack of mats, kissing her firmly, maybe too firmly. He wanted Angie know that her queen treatment would come later, that he would take what he wanted now.
Angie knew, and was thrilled at his forcefulness. This was better than she’d ever imagined. She felt the moistness growing between her legs as Brad kissed her mouth, her neck, and somehow her breasts were naked to his lips. “How’d he do that?” she thought as she felt his hand on her thigh. She drifted off into a sexual bliss as Brad touched her mound with his hand as he kissed and sucked her stiff nipples.
Angie had taught him that sex was a natural healthy thing. Brad was not at all shy or inhibited about it now, Angie felt her clothes being taken off, felt herself being turned over on her belly, she felt her perfect butt being lifted into the air by one hand while his other hand held her head down on the mats. “I must have it this way” she heard him say as she saw him reach for her purse. She was confused, was he stealing her money? She tried to lift her head. He held her down even harder.
She saw his hand pull out of her purse, it wasn’t her wallet in his hand. It was the small squeeze bottle of hand lotion she kept to keep her skin from drying out in the dry air of all those airplane flights. “What is he up to?” she thought as she felt the lotion being squirted all over her beautiful, round, firm bottom. “Oh no…” she moaned as she felt him squirt the lotion on her anus. She tried to get up, to crawl away as he rubbed to lotion into and around her tight sphincter but he held her even tighter. “Brad.. oh Brad…” she gasped breathlessly, but she didn’t say no again.
She reached back and grabbed his penis, remembering the perfect little 2 ½ inch rod he had just a few short ears ago. “Brad?” she gasped as she felt his fully grown manhood. It was still perfect, but is was much bigger she discovered as she wrapped her small hand around it. She could just barely make her middle finger touch her thumb as she clutched his penis in her hand. His cock was so hard that it throbbed, it was so big she could barely close her hand around it. She pulled it hard towards her face, trying to please him with her mouth , but Brad would not let her. Brad would take what he wanted… she had taught him well.
Brad felt her body relax into submission. He knew that she was now his, his to use as he wanted. She would give him his pleasure now, just like she’d taught him. He knew she would be happy that she pleased him, that she could give him exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t shy or embarrassed. He wasn’t in a hurry or nervous. He was completely in control as he pushed his cock against her rectum. He sighed as he felt her give up any resistance and let him slide in.
Angie was no naïve school girl, she’d had a dick in her ass a time or two in her series of sexual adventures. One time, when she was much younger and ‘experimenting’, she’d had a cock in her ass and another in her mouth at the same time. But she’d never had one so hard, so perfect, so big ‘back there’ before. She felt her sphincter rebel and try to clench shut. She felt her body try to lay down on her belly to escape from this rear attack, but he pulled her butt up in the air and pushed deeper into her ass until his balls nestled against her pussy. She now pushed back, pushing her butt higher in the air, helping Brad drive his cock deeper into her rectum.
Brad let her relax for a moment without moving, letting her tight sphincter get used to his hard penis. Then he started stroking slowly, gently. Angie grunted softly each time he pressed back in, but she kept her ass high in the air for him. He stroked harder and harder, grabbing her hips with his strong hands as he drove his cock deeper and deeper, over and over, as he began pounding her ass.
Angie was grunting loudly with each stroke, she didn’t care if anyone heard, it felt too good. She reached back and started tickling her pussy, rubbing her clitoris as Brad pounded away at her ass. “Oh God!” she cried, “Grab my tits Brad, grab them hard” she was almost screaming as she felt his hand reach around and grab her right tit firmly. Then her left tit. He held them hard! It hurt! It hurt so good!
He did just what she wanted as he gripped her tits hard with his full hands and used them as handles to pull her towards him as he rammed his dick into her ass, she arched her back to help him keep balance and get more leverage on each stroke. “Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me” she chanted as she rubbed her clit faster and harder as she felt his dick somehow getting impossibly harder, somehow growing even bigger in her ass. It felt like it was going to rip her apart and she knew he was close to cumming as she drove herself to climax just as he started spurting huge jets of semen deep into her bowels.
His pumping slowed, his body relaxed. She lowered herself to her belly with him still in her as they basked in the afterglow of a terrific climax. He finally pulled out and rolled over beside her as she felt her tortured anus try to keep what seemed like gallons of cum from draining out of her ass.
“Brad” she said in a soft, tired, but happy voice, ,”I’ve got to catch a plane, may I call you later, come visit you later?”
“You know you can Angie” said Brad, “you’re my queen” he smiled drowsily, they both got the joke.
She kissed him gently on his lips, he kissed her back even more gently.
She left him sleeping on those mats as she quietly, happily left to catch her flight.

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Fantasy

Behind the Church Shed

This is a rewrite of an older story of mine by the same name. The ending has been substantially altered. Please let me know how you like it and why; comments are always appreciated. As I’m a male writing from a female’s point of view I’m especially interested in hearing how women feel about the story.

Fiction

“STEAMING LUST”

Pure Steamy Lust
By Blueheatt
I stopped my sister-in-law Janice in the kitchen. We smiled our sexiest smiles at each other. We just stood there . We slowly stepped very close to each other, we checked to see that no one else was watching us. She was 5’8”, long blondish hair, always done up in the back with curls hanging down, big 36D tits and hot legs.
I whispered hot in her ear: (“…. your so fucking hot and I want to fuck you so bad, I would love to lift your hot little red skirt up right here, and eat your pussy till you scream.”) She whispered out of breath:
(“….you make my pussy steaming hot and dripping wet. I want you so bad, I’d like to hold you down and RAPE you till I feel you shoot a massive cum load deep inside my pussy.” )
We grinned and walked away.
We had been talking like this for a long time for fun, but in secret. No one else knew we did this.
It got started when she whisper in my ear one evening, with a room full of relatives and people. She said breathlessly: (“..your fly is open, did you want me to reach down and fix it for you?”…) She smiled at me, raised one eyebrow, like… ’how did you like that Jay?’…
I smiled big, and zipped up. She wanted to play that little hot game, …so….I decided I wanted to play too…I replied, panting in her ear:….
(“..oh god Jan, I…. ‘wanted’…. you to notice my fly open, would you please fondle me, while your down there.“), I whispered.
She whispered back,…breathlessly: (“..oh god yes…, I‘ll do it, I‘ll milk it for you.“) …and then she put her tongue in my ear, smiled big and walked away.
Wow…she really wanted to play our steamy hot little whispering game.
From then on ,when the time was right, and we had a few minutes alone, we would talk as hot, nasty and sexy as we could to each other. The dirtier and nastier the better. It made us both hot and we liked doing it. It also made having better sex with our spouses as we were already pumped up before we fucked.
It was like sneaking hot sex verbally. Way better than any phone sex.
We never touched, but the looks were awesome. She and I would lustfully look at us, away from anyone seeing us. It was like we were two animals in heat. I licked my lips while looking at her tits or pussy. She stared at my crouch and put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. We never got caught doing this.
It grew on us, I was making her hotter than her simpleton husband ever did. She was making me hotter than my lackluster wife ever could.
We wanted more.
I answered the phone one evening, and it was Jan. She started in talking hot to me, like she was sucking my dick right then and moaning. My wife was in the room, so I had to act normal. I quick handed the phone to the wife and said: “It‘s Jan, honey.” and they chatted like normal.
Paybacks are fun.
I called her at her work, she sits across from her boss in an office. I began to lick her pussy by phone, making licking sounds and moaning. I heard her gasp in the phone and then she said: “Ok sir, thank you so very much for calling.” and hung up. Her boss never suspected a thing.
I was sitting at noon at a burger place I always eat at and a kid came over and handed me an envelope, and said: “A lady gave me a dollar to give this to you.” I saw no one around. It was sealed and type written.
It proceed to describe how this mystery woman was going to rape me. She said she had a little tiny 1 inch pen knife, and was going to jump in my car, hold the tiny knife to my throat, and make me drive out in the country. Force me to lift her skirt up and slowly take her panties off. Force me lick her pussy, suck on her clit and feel her big tits. She would then suck my dick hard and force me to fuck her like a wild man in the back seat….. making her have a screaming, shaking and violent climax. Then force me to cum so hard in her I would almost pass out. All against my will!!!
Then…. make me drop her off in traffic and just disappear.
Signed ‘Mystery Woman’
I loved it.!!!, of course I knew it had to be Janice
This kept on …until one evening when she was over with her husband, and she was talking to me. She stood behind me while I was sitting at my computer. No one could see, but her fingers were playing on the back of my neck slowly. I got chills at her warm fingers fondling my neck. This was first time we had ever touched. I stood up and looked in her lusty smiling eyes. I checked for intruders, and took two of her fingers and sucked on them. I ran my tongue between the two fingers like it was a pussy. She began panting, and shivered as chills ran thru her body. Our first touch was only the beginning.
We wanted more.
I stopped by her work. Her boss had just left. I pretended to ask for directions. She was alone in the office now. We looked at each other with pure lust. It was just her and I, alone for a while. She locked the door as she pulled me to the corner, where no one could see us. I could see her chest breathing hard. I said quietly: “..can you help me, I’m lost”…. She said out of breath:…” oh god mister.. can I ever…, can you help me?”… I reached up and touched her hair softly….her hand came up and fondled my lips…my fingers slowly drifted down to her tits and grazed across them all around…..her other hand started gently rubbing my dick….we pulled our body’s together and I pushed my dick firm into her pussy as she pushed it to me. In a trembling voice she whispered:…(”I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it. You make me so hot, my pussy throb’s for you at night. I masturbate and moan thinking about you, while my husband sleeps right next to me“…..
I said panting:..”I want to lick your pussy all night long, then fuck you till you scream and climax so hard, you almost wake my wife up sleeping beside us.”…..
We smiled and held each other tight, grinding our sex together. She said: “…you know where this is going to lead, don’t you?…” I said: “…yes, my place or yours?”
She gasp, closed her eyes and whispered so sexy in my ear: ”Let’s sneak it,…. I’ve had so many hot dreams about doing that with you.”
I agreed and we started to plan a time and place to fuck for the first time.
We hotly said we’d like to fuck right in the middle of the dining room table during a big family dinner. In the middle of the sidewalk with lot’s of people walking by. At a ball game, on the field, while the game was on.
We wanted to fuck like animals while her husband and my wife watch us on the living room floor. On the stage at the super bowl half time. In the background while the president gives a speech.
We had a little time left, so I reached up under her skirt and inside her panties, and felt her soft wet pussy as her hand went down my pants to feel and jack my hard dick some.
We left dizzy,….. but smiling.
That Friday night, we were all playing cards. She sat beside me. I felt her leg start to rub on mine. I reached over under the table and ran my finger up her short-shorts across her pussy and across her clit. She jumped and pretended to cough suddenly. When we took a bathroom break, she stalled and when I started to come out, she pushed me back in he bathroom and pushed me to my knees. She took my head and rubbed my face on her pussy, then left.
Our spouses were getting the benefits from all this and my wife was pleased at our new hot fucking. Her husband felt he was getting to be a hot stud, and lasted 2 minutes longer in his quick cum, goodnight routine.
They of course didn’t know that, Jan and I were both mentally picturing frantically fucking each other, and not them.
I figured out the hottest place for us to fuck for the first time. My SUV had mirrored windows, all around. I wanted for us to fuck parked downtown with lots of people and cars going by.
She loved the idea. I would wear my jogging suit, no underwear and she would too. Elastic waist band for quick and easy down. We would park at a busy traffic time and fuck right under their noses. Lot’s of noise to hide our moans. I would put some boxes up to hide seeing us from thru the windshield side. I found a handicapped spot that was not used much and I got a handicapped sticker for ‘no time limit’ parking. We waited for the perfect time, and waited…..and waited.
Then it all came together…. Her husband and my wife happened to both be going out of town at the same time for a few days.
It was a… ‘GO’.
It was a Saturday, no work for both of us. She drove over to my house and parked down a ways. She got in my SUV and I got in. I wanted to fuck her right then and she did too, but excitedly waited as I drove downtown and found the spot and parked. Our hearts were beating fast as people walked by and cars everywhere. We got in the back and I blocked the front view with my boxes. We smiled as each other as we both gasp for breath. We had never done anything like this, and the risk was so exciting. It was the ultimate ‘sneaking it’. I reached up and unzipped her jogging jacket. Her tits were big and beautiful. She closed her eyes as for the first time I felt them. I pulled her close to me and we kissed softly at first. Her arms went around my neck and as we slowly felt us. She felt my huge boner and gasp, as she squeezed it.
She said: “I have waited and waited hoping for the day when I could have sex with you. You make me so hot, day and night. I have mentally had sex with you for almost a year now. I… Then I kissed her as her muffled talk turned into a moan. I smiled as she gathered her breath.
I turned her around so she faced the blacked out windows with all the people walking by. I held her jacket open letting her tits show to the un-suspecting people all walking by. We giggled and I felt them from behind her. The risk was making us both so hot, we laid down and pulled our jogging pants down and off. “Oh my Jay, I want to fuck so bad right now, fuck me now! She was on her back as I first had to lick her pussy. She squealed as I licked her deep and sucked directly on her nice little pink clit. She mumbled …’oh god yes baby’ ….and squirmed. She pulled me up and felt my huge boner and jacked it. I opened up her legs wide and she guided my dick in her pussy. We both moaned loud, as the people and cars went by. We started getting wild with us both waiting so long and we started fucking like animals. Moaning and thrusting our body’s together. We ran our hand all over us and pulled ourselves tight together as we started fucking hard, or body’s slapping together faster and faster…”Oh God…Baby…I’m cuming so good!…Fuck me!…fuck me good and deep!…as both our voices yelled together. I felt her wet pussy squeeze down on my dick hard as she started to shake violently…I let go with the most massive cum I could ever remember. She yelled…”FUCK!!!” real loud, and climaxed in a shaking, squirming yelling moan…..he pussy kept squeezing my dick harder as I lost count of how many big shots of cum I drove in her. We thrashed our body’s as it finally happened. We continued to fuck not wanting it to ever stop. Finally our locked together body’s had no power left but to tremble. We lay there and let the spasms continued in us. We moaned and tried to suck in more air. I was the greatest cum ever for both of us. The risk, the pure lust fueled us into a frenzy of peak euphoria.
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Our next meeting was a family get together, and Jan and I trembled a little with the fresh memories of our great fuck. We tried to act normal but it was impossible. As I headed for the front bathroom, Jan looked around and checked and followed me. The risk of being seen or caught was high as the time limit was short. We darted in the bathroom together and shut and locked the door quick. Our arms locked around us and we thrusted our crouches together. We kissed, our tongues going wild. We agreed it was time for another private meet. I quick felt her bare tit as she squeezed my dick. Our breathing going wild.
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We returned to the patio as normal as could be, but knowing hot fucking was on the way.
Again, ….
we waited………..

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