A ride home
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Posted:Jun 22, 2014 5:54 am
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A ride home
By Poison
It was a Wednesday night in October and I was over at a friend's house. She and I were on the local High School Football Booster Club. Our 's were both 16 and played together on the team. The homecoming game was coming up and we had to review some plans for it. We got done around 9pm and I went out to start my car so I could drive home. I turned the key and nothing happened. Either the battery was dead or something else was wrong, but it wouldn't start. I went back inside and since her husband wasn't home we decided I could just leave my car there until the morning when I could call the shop. She had a couple of younger so she suggested her , who had recently got his license, drive me home.
I accepted the offer and Tommy, her , and I walked to his truck. It was an older model, with a big bench seat, but I was sure he was glad to have something to drive. I hopped in and we headed to my house which was about 5 miles away. The evening was cool but the days were still warm. I was wearing shorts but had a light sweater over my t-shirt. I hadn't worn a bra that night and I think I might have been making Tommy a little nervous. At 35 I was younger then most of my 's friends Mom's. I had heard some of them making little comments about me. The term MILF came up a lot.
Tommy was wearing a t-shirt and baggy shorts. I tried to make some conversation to put him at ease. I asked him about girls and who was dating who. Of course I wanted to know if my was hooking up with anyone. He said some girls were teasers and some had already gotten a reputation for putting out. He said he was glad he had this truck now because he could take a girl to a parking spot. I asked him about those. He said there were a few known areas that all the knew about. Places where you wouldn't be hassled and you could park. I remembered those from my days in high school. I asked him were some were to see if they were the same places. He said that right up ahead was one. I told him to turn down the street so I could see it.
He drove down the street and said there was a cul de sac at the end of it. This was a new subdivision so I wasn't familiar with it. Sure enough the street ended in a circular area where no houses had been built yet. Tommy turned off his headlights because that was a rule here. I noticed two other cars parked there. I asked him if those were parking. He said he knew one car as a friend of his, but not the other. The friend had a new girlfriend and no doubt was trying his best to talk her into something. I told Tommy to park for a moment so I could see if any other cars would show up.
He pulled over and stopped, turning the engine off. I asked him what his friend might be asking the girl to do. He blushed and said a blow job. I laughed a little at that. Tommy was really a good looking . He was in great shape and had a cute smile. I asked him if he ever talked a girl into giving him a blow job. He hesitated and then asked me to please not tell his mom. I agreed and he said yes that a couple of girls had blown him right here where we were parked. I asked him how he liked it. He said it was nice but he wasn't sure if they knew what they were doing. I asked him if he knew the difference between an average blow job and a great blow job. He said he didn't since he had only had a couple.
I was teasing him and maybe making him a little uncomfortable. I had intended just to park here for a minute of two out of curiosity. I looked Tommy up and down and made a decision. I wasn't sure how he would react but I told him to pull his shorts down. He looked at me, like he didn’t believe what I just asked. I told him to go one and do it. He quickly peeled his short down. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was now out in the open. It was very hard and poking straight up. It was a nice size, maybe 7-8 inches and an average thickness. His body was very hairless except for a patch of blond pubic hair at the base of his cock.
I slid across the big bench seat and reached out and grabbed his cock with my hand. I told him I was going to show him the difference in an average blow job and a great blow job so he could tell the girls how to do it. He didn't move a muscle as I lowered my lips to the tip of his cock. I kissed the tip and tasted the precum that was leaking from it. I licked all that off of it. He groaned a little. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked it into my mouth. This young man would never forget this night. This was totally on the spur of the moment and though it was risky I felt very excited to be here doing this. I swirled my tongue around the head and then pushed it back into my throat. I slowly went up and down on his cock taking it deep into my mouth. I would pull it out and lick it and then suck on his balls.
I asked him to make sure to tell me when he was going to cum. I said he should do that anytime a girl does this because we don't like surprises. He said OK he would. I knew it would be pretty soon by the way his hips were trying to thrust some. I put his cock back into my mouth and sucked hard on it. I used my hand as well to slide up and down the wet shaft. It wasn't going to long now I could tell. I heard him say he was going to cum. I sucked hard once then placed just the head in my mouth. I used my hand to rapidly stroke him. I could feel it travel up his shaft and the all of a sudden he was erupting in my mouth. It is amazing how forcefully young guys can shoot. I felt it blast all the way to the back of my mouth. His hips jerked off the bench seat as he unloaded. I swallowed his load which tasted great. It was very thick and creamy. He finally stopped shooting and I released his cock.
I sat up and slide back against the passenger door. He had his eyes closed and was breathing hard. He said that was amazing. He had no idea it could feel like that and now he knew the difference. He thanked me over and over. I smiled and said your welcome. He relaxed some but still had his shorts pulled down. He looked at me and wanted to know if he could ask me something. I said of course. He said all the guys he knew thought my tits were the best. He said some had even claimed to have seen them naked. I thought for a minute on where that could have happened and I guess at our lake house or maybe at home getting dressed one of my 's friends could have seen a naked boob. He said he might never get this opportunity again so he had to ask me. He wanted to know if I would lift up my shirt so he could see my tits.
This had progressed from a simple ride home to something very different. Here I was with a 16 yr old friend of my 's and I had just sucked his cock. He wanted to see my tits now. I looked at him then I took off my sweater and I lifted up my t-shirt exposing my large 36D breasts. He just stared at them and then laughed and said wow. He said they were beautiful and so big. He said he had dreamed about what they would be like and now there they were. He said a couple of girls from school had let him touch theirs but they didn't come close to mine. My nipples were erect and large. They were screaming for attention. I asked Tommy if he would like to touch my tits. That's all I was going to do and then he could drive me home.
He swallowed and then nodded his head. I told him it was OK and to go ahead and touch them. He slid over near me and reached out a hand. He hesitated and then gently squeezed my left breast. He said they looked so firm, but yet were so soft. He then squeezed the right one and found it was the same. He reached out with both hands and cupped them lifting them and feeling their weight. My boobs didn't sag but they were heavy. I told him to go ahead and pinch my nipples. He took both of them between his thumbs and forefinger and gently pinched. I told him they wouldn't break and to do that a little harder and to pull on them too. He tried that and eventually got a little bolder while playing with my tits. There is something about young men and omen’s breasts. They are all fascinated by them. If you let them they will play with a nice set of tits for hours. We didn't have hours so I told him to suck on my nipples.
I knew he couldn't believe his good fortune tonight. Her he was, about to suck on his dream boobs. They were very real and attached to an older woman who was letting him do this. He leaned in and sucked my left nipple into his mouth. It felt really good and I held the back of his head as he suckled. I wondered to myself what his mom would think if she saw her sucking on an older woman's breast. He was still squeezing my tits with his hands as he alternated back and forth sucking my nipples. This was really turning me on and I was getting that feeling of need down below. I knew my pussy was wet and needed attention too. I had already crossed a couple of very big lines with this young man. I told him to come up for air for a moment. He let go of my nipple and picked his head up and looked at me. I asked him if any girl had let him play with her pussy or even lick it. He said he had touched one but she was still wearing panties. I told him he needed to make being good at oral sex a priority. If the girls knew he was an expert at that he would be very popular with them. I made the decision and told him lesson one was going to begin.
He moved away a little and I reached down and peeled my shorts and panties off. I went ahead and took my t-shirt off as well. I was now naked in his truck and I leaned back against the door and opened my legs up exposing my wet pussy. He too shed his t-shirt and shorts and now we were both naked. He looked at my body with wide eyes and said I was the hottest woman he had ever seen. I used my fingers to point out some key areas of my pussy. I told him what he needed to do with each area and how to progress until the girl had an orgasm. I asked him if he understood and he nodded while staring at my smoothly shaven pussy. I then said for him to go ahead and try it on me. The truck had a big cab but it was still a little awkward to maneuver into position. He got his face down close to my pussy and he have it a couple of licks. He said that I tasted great and smelled great too.
He started into it and for a first timer was actually doing pretty good. He had obviously listened to my instructions. I had to give him a couple of suggestions but soon he was eating pussy like a pro. He got to my clit and I told him to go easy with that. I said all girls have one. Some like mine are big and stick out and some are small and hidden. I gave him some tips on how to give a girl's clit the attention it needed. He tried it and soon I was on my way to my own orgasm. I felt it building in my lower stomach. He was sucking on my clit now and I know I was talking dirty to him. My hips were coming off the seat as I pressed my pussy harder into his mouth. I held his head to it as I came. I knew I was flooding his face with my juice and I was sure it was on his truck seat. This thing would smell like sex for a few days.
I finished cumming and told him enough, that my clit was way to sensitive at the moment. He sat back up and naked we smiled at each other. So was that it? Were we done for the evening? I looked at his cock. It was rock hard still. I pointed at it and asked him if he ever had put that thing inside a girls pussy? He shook his head no and said he hope he would get the chance soon though. I had gone way too far with this young man tonight but there was one more line to cross and I was stepping over it. We were in a fairly public place. I hoped he was right about not being hassled here. If a cop came up to us and saw I was a 35 yr old woman and I was naked in here with a 16 yr old boy it could be very bad. Desire took over from logic. I told him to lay down on the seat with his head near the steering wheel. He did as he was told. I swung my left leg over him and was able to kneel on the seat. I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. Lifting it up I placed it at the entrance of my pussy. I looked at him and asked him if this is what he wanted to do. He said yes, more then anything.
I angled his cock so I could start to sit down on it. The head slipped between my labia lips and went inside me. I stopped there for just a second. He said couldn't believe how hot and tight I was. I slowly lowered myself on his hard shaft. I always love that feeling of fullness when a cock goes into me the first time. He was all the way in me and I could feel his balls on my ass. The tip of his cock was just touching my cervix. I had my hands on his shoulders and my big tits were hanging down in his face. I raised up and down slowly. I wanted to be in control so he didn't finish too soon. I told him to just relax and focus on the feeling not the end. We were both sweating and the windows were fogged up. His cock felt great inside me. I rode him for a few minutes and then decided to turn over. I got off of him and said for us to change positions. I wanted him on top of me when he came.
I was on my back now on his truck seat. My legs were open and I told him to put it back in. This was the first time he had ever done this, but I figured he had seen it done in porn videos and stuff. He guided his cockhead back into my pussy. As he pushed back inside me I saw him close his eyes and smile. He told he that this felt better then anything he could ever imagine. I told him to just stroke slow and then let it build. He was taking long strokes and a couple of time he popped out of me but that was perfectly natural and he quickly reinserted his cock. His pace was increasing and he asked me what he should do when he came. I told him just to cum inside me. He said he wasn't wearing a condom and what about a baby? I was glad he was thinking about that risk, but I told him to let me worry about that and I wanted him to cum inside my pussy for his first fuck. I did a little math calculation and knew it was fairly safe for him to cum in me.
Once he got the green light his body took over and he started to pound his cock into me. The heat and friction inside my pussy was getting to him and he would cum soon. I know he wanted this to last forever but it wasn't going to. The base of his cock was slamming into my clit and I was going to cum as well. I don't know who started first, I think it might have been me. My pussy spasmed and squeezed his cock and that set him off. He exploded inside me. I could feel another big load of his cum being deposited deep. Forceful blasts sprayed the back of my pussy. His very potent young sperm filled me up. He finished shooting and collapsed on top of me. I held him close as I felt little twitches from his cock that was still inside me.
I was holding to me when I heard something. There was someone right outside his truck. I heard voices. He heard them too and looked up. They were male voices and one was saying, way to go Tommy. The other said the truck had been rocking. One wanted to know what hot babe he had in there. Then the other said to fuck that bitch again. They walked off laughing. Tommy said he recognized the two voices as friends of his from the football team. That meant my knew them too. It would be quite the uproar if they really knew who the hot bitch in here really was. I gave Tommy a quick kiss on the lips and said for him to get up and get dressed. He pulled his still fairly erect cock from my well used pussy. As he put his shorts and shirt back on I did the same. I could feel his cum load leaking a little from my pussy but I just stuck my panties back into my purse instead of putting them back on. He started the truck and waited for the windows to clear. When he could see he pulled away from the curb and as we left the area I ducked down so his friends couldn't see who I was.
As we drove the rest of the way to my house I asked him if his first time was what he expected. He said that it was a thousand times better. I did tell him that what we did tonight was not planned. I had never thought about doing that with him and it was probably really bad judgment on my part. I wanted to make sure he understood that he could never tell anyone what we did. I could get into a lot of trouble. He said he understood. I said that after all who would really believe him anyway. I also made a joke about saying that if questioned I could say he forced himself on me. He looked at me and I smiled.
As he dropped me off I gave him another kiss and told him how great he was. I said that any girl was very lucky to get to be with him. I knew this was a one time thing between us and I think he did too. I ran inside as he drove off. Over the next few weeks I looked for any sign that our secret had gotten out. I saw his mom a few times and she was the same as always. I knew if Tommy had told someone it would get back to my and he never said anything about it. So I guess that night would fade into a pleasant memory for both of us.
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Mistress Hazel Bt Poison
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Posted:Nov 30, 2013 1:48 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 7:7 pm
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Hazel sighed with relief to be out of the library, away from the reception desk where it was unbearably stuffy. The head librarian had turned the heat up again to keep the older clientele happy, and the concourse outside was pleasingly cool and fresh, air flowing from one end to the other as it led from the car park to the shopping centre. She got some strange glances from passers-by, sitting only in her skimpy black dress and high heels with her hair tied back, but she had to dress lightly otherwise she overheated. When she had cooled off, she got up and strolled across to the coffee stall nearby to get the order for herself and her co –workers, getting herself a sandwich for her lunch later on.
Returning to work, she took the drinks round to the rest of the staff and returned to the desk. The day had been slow so far – the library seemed to be getting less used with the growing use of the internet. When it was quiet, she scribbled in a notebook, jottings for her blog or thoughts that might one day go together into a book. At the same time, she had her eye on a particular section of the shelves that stretched away to the right, alert for anyone browsing there. That part was mostly quiet except for the odd giggling gaggle of teens or a solitary solemn grey haired man who lingered but never drew a book out.
Unusually, her vigilance was rewarded by the appearance of a young man who studied exactly the books that she kept special vigilance over. She pretended not to notice as he examined a slim volume or two, noticing that he also seemed nervous when others approached her desk. Eventually as lunchtime approached he walked up to the desk with three books. Before he even reached her, she knew what one of them was, and felt dizzy with triumph.
This was because Hazel was more commonly known by a select number of acquaintances as Mistress Hazel, and one good reason for working at the library was that she could keep an eye on the more specialised section of the books. The young man had been browsing the section where she knew certain volumes that would inform anyone who might be interested in Domination and submission. It had become rarer and rarer that anyone came to look here and recently she had wondered if it was worthwhile continuing monitoring the section, but here was a perfect example.
The young man was tall and slim, dark haired and carried himself with a slight stoop. He was obviously nervous but resolute, and she gave him a reassuring smile as she registered the books with his card. He said little, avoiding her gaze, but she was determined. As he took the books, she laid her hand on his so that he looked up, startled. She smiled and spoke softly but clearly.
“When you’ve done with these, I’m sure I can make more recommendations” She winked and pressed a printed card into his hand. He flushed a little but looked her in the eye, and it was a few seconds before he could tear his gaze from hers, briefly taking in her generous cleavage before shoving the books into a bag and turning to leave. He paused for a moment and glanced back before disappearing, a quizzical look on his face.
Mistress Hazel inwardly congratulated herself. She wasn’t one hundred per cent sure he was hooked yet, but that was the thrill of the chase. She looked at the information on the screen, mentally taking a note of name and address in case his curiosity needed some prompting. It was time for her lunch break and she called over one of the junior librarians to watch the desk while she walked out to the concourse again, this time to a nearby bench where she ate her sandwich slowly, watching people pass on their errands and speculating about their lives and purposes. She wondered if and when the young man would call her mobile number to find out more….
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At the end of her working day, Mistress Hazel walked out to a side road where a car waited for her. It wasn't the type you might expect a low paid librarian to have – a sleek new car, roomy inside with leather upholstery and driven by a young man.
“Home, Mistress?” he asked as she sank back into the leather upholstery. She sighed and closed her eyes.
“Yes pet, I trust dinner will be ready promptly?”
“Of course, Mistress. Will you be needing me for long?”
“No pet, you can leave after you’ve drawn my bath.” she replied
“And tomorrow, Mistress?”
“Just the usual, pet.” She allowed a note of annoyance to colour her reply, and they remained silent for the rest of the journey. She was fond of her current pet, but she was ready for a new challenge. She pictured the young man from the library – Simon was his name – returning home and reading her card, printed simply with the title ‘Mistress Hazel’ with a website address and her mobile phone number. A smile played across her lips as she thought of him opening up the page that showed her disciplining her pets. Would he be horrified and close the webpage, or sit fascinated, maybe even become aroused? She had been sure to check his age from his library records – he certainly appeared to be at least in his late teens, and it was reassuring to know for sure that he was indeed in his early twenties.
At home, she changed out of her work clothes and ordered her pet to serve dinner dressed only in his leather briefs and collar, making him kneel at her side while she ate. She stroked his hair absently, and he sat still and silent. After a while she broke the silence.
“A young man drew out a very interesting volume today” She didn’t look directly at him, but was aware of his reaction; he straightened his back and turned his head toward her.
“May I speak, Mistress?” She nodded her assent. “Did you think he was…” he paused to consider his words “interesting enough to approach?” She smiled and took another forkful of pasta, chewing and swallowing before answering.
“I gave him my card – he should answer soon” Her pet shifted uncomfortably.
“Don’t I please you any more, Mistress? Do you really need anyone else?” She put down her fork and turned to face him, looking him in the eye, feeling a pang at his mournful expression.
“Pet, how long have you worn my collar?” He looked down at the floor.
“A year now Mistress”
“And do you remember my previous pet?” He nodded his reply “And he assisted in training you, and in turn you will do the same. Nothing is certain – perhaps he won’t suit, maybe I will keep both of you. That’s for me to decide. Now run along and draw my bath, and you can go home after you’ve cleaned up the kitchen.” She broke eye contact, turning back to her meal and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. He knew better than to push the subject, and left her to finish eating.
He was waiting in the bathroom when she went in, taking her clothes as she took them off and folding them neatly. He watched her lowering her naked body into the hot scented water with rapture, kneeling by the side of the bath ready to take her lustrous hair into his hands to lovingly wash it clean. There was an air of quiet content as he did so, a moment of domestic bliss that he looked forward to. Although he saw her most days, he usually returned to his own home at night. The thought of her taking another pet made him feel a little sick, and he wished she would ask him to stay for the night. He remembered the early days of his training; the anticipation of punishment and reward, of trying to work out what she might want so that he could please her.
“That will be all pet.” She murmured, laying back and closing her eyes blissfully. “Make sure the kitchen is spotless before you leave, or I will be forced to remind you what happens when you are sloppy” He felt a little thrill at her words, resolving to misbehave a little; how might she react if he left some washing up undone? Would she flog him, or order him to clean the floor with a toothbrush? He shivered as he remembered one time when she tied him to the spanking bench in the dungeon and flogged him till he begged her to stop, then rubbed soothing salve into his sore buttocks and allowed him to bring her to orgasm with his tongue.
It had been a while since he had misbehaved, he told himself as he dressed and tidied up, deliberately leaving the neatly stacked shelves untidy and neglected to empty the kitchen waste bin. He smiled to himself as he locked the door and left Mistress to her empty house waiting for a call from his new rival.
Meanwhile, Simon had spent the evening trying to get the woman from the library out of his head, with little success. He ignored the card, instead taking the books to his room after eating dinner with his flatmate, leafing through them avidly. He was indeed curious about Domination and submission, and had found older women more attractive, finding those his own age immature and flighty. It wasn’t long before his curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the white sliver in his pocket, turning it over. The phone number was too much – however, it wouldn’t hurt to look at the website, he thought to himself.
He typed the address into the browser, and paused before hitting enter. Of course the content was for over eighteens, and impatiently he navigated further. He instantly recognized the woman behind the desk – but her clothes were straight out of the videos and pictures he had searched for before. Tight corsets emphasised her figure, and stockings added allure, thigh high boots with stilettos made his eyes widen. It wasn’t so very much more than he had seen before – but the fact that he had stood inches from a real life flesh and blood Dominatrix made his scalp tingle and his heart beat faster, warmth growing in his groin.
He had her phone number! He felt dizzy; here was someone who could answer all his questions in person, help him explore his inner desires. He couldn’t believe that she worked so close to him and had spotted him taking out the books, had known of his interest. His head span and he clicked on, seeing her pose with all the paraphernalia of her fetish. Not only that, but she was pictured with men, disciplining them, rewarding them for enduring their punishment. It didn’t take much imagination to put himself in their place. But how could he bring himself to contact her? What if his friends found out about his fetish? It was hardly normal to want to be subjected to the treatment that she doled out in the photographs, let alone to be passive and submissive. His friends were always trying to push him into chatting up girls his own age, but his eye was taken by older, more confident women.
But what if he left this part of his psyche unexplored, let it fester and sicken? He would never know if it was truly what he wanted, or if it was a passing fancy. He had this opportunity and it seemed suddenly wasteful to let it go. He didn’t think he could talk to her, but there was an email address that he could use; he could send her his questions and see how she replied. He had nothing to lose – there would be no harm in it, surely?
He opened up his email account and dithered. He decided to send a short message rather than the long and rambling self-explanatory essay that was in his head, keep things simple. He found himself holding his breath as he typed, trying to make his question as concise and comprehensive as he could. Finally he sat looking at the text, letting the words burn into his retina as the cursor hovered over ‘send’
Mistress Hazel in the meantime had finished her bath, taking the soft warm towel that pet had left her and drying herself carefully before putting on her silky nightdress and robe. She logged onto her laptop in the lounge, checking her email before settling to write her blog with a glass of wine to hand. It was too early for a reply from her new target, and it was an hour or so before she finished writing. There was still some time before she planned to retire for the night, so she went through to the kitchen to check that pet had carried out his tasks properly, to put away the wine bottle and put the glass in the dishwasher. Her eyes widened as she realised that he had indeed been careless. She let her mind wander over the options of punishment as she corrected his mistakes and made a note of each one, and went back through to the lounge to check one more time for emails before she went to bed with her book.
She smiled widely as she saw that the bait had been taken, but didn’t open the message just yet. She took the laptop to her bedroom and left it while she made a final trip to the bathroom. She settled in bed and read Simon’s brief but concise question. It was a simple one but heartfelt, and she could see that he was earnest in his quest for answers.
“Your site interests me; how many others share that interest? My greatest fear is that I am one of a very few and abnormal.” She settled to type back.
“I can assure you that I have many admirers and followers, and belong to a community of people who share tastes that are felt to be deviant or abnormal by accepted society. Many more have deep desires that they hide and deny, so my thought is that to recognise these desires is enlightened and healthy. Few are fortunate to be able to explore these in reality, and some of these discover that fantasy is preferable. I am respectful of the needs and safety of my charges and would be pleased to help you to discover the true nature of your desires. Feel free to ask me anything, or tell me your experiences.” She sent the message and waited a while, returning to her book in the meantime. It wasn't long before a message arrived.
“I’ve felt for so long that I am alone and that my urges are something to be ashamed of. I’m so pleased to know that there are others. I don’t know where to go next or what to do – have you any suggestions?” Mistress Hazel replied quickly
“Before we go any further, we have to establish a position of trust. I believe from the timing of your enquiry that we may have met today – if this is so, please tell me where and describe what I was wearing. In turn I will give you details that should put your mind at rest that I am who I say I am.”
The exchange went on, the two making sure that they had met, and Mistress Hazel suggesting that he tell her a little about himself if he was comfortable. His experiences were not so unusual, and she reassured him that many others had gone through similar inner turmoil.
“I have a proposition for you. If you agree, over the next week I will give you certain tasks that will help to find out whether you are ready to go further. I want you to be honest not just with me, but with yourself. If you follow my directions, at best you will find the experience exciting and revealing, and at worst you will find that you are just curious and don’t need to do more. Will you commit to my instructing you for the next week?” Mistress Hazel felt a little surge of excitement – so far, so good. If he agreed to this, then he may be led further willingly; she waited impatiently for his reply.
“Yes Mistress - is that what I should call you? I’m not sure what you might want me to do, but I will do my best follow your instructions”
“Very good, yes you may call me Mistress. We can explore the sort of thing that arouses you, start simply. I undertake to attempt not to cause you any trouble with friends or workmates. You may stop at any time, and if there is something that makes you truly uncomfortable please let me know. I will let you sleep on your decision and expect an answer from you tomorrow morning. If I hear nothing, I will take it that you don’t want to go any further.” With that, she closed her laptop and turned off the light, settling to sleep soundly.
Simon did not rest so well, and lay for a while, pondering her offer. It excited him and he couldn’t help imagining himself serving her, so he threw back the covers to take matters in hand, quickly bringing himself to a satisfying climax before falling into a deep sleep punctuated by strange dreams. The moment his alarm clock went off he knew what his answer was, and sent his response. He didn’t expect a reply straight away but thought of it all through breakfast. It was only vain hope that made him check before he left, and his heart lurched to see a message sitting in his inbox. He had to open it before he left for work, and this is what he read.
“I’m pleased that you have decided to go ahead with our project. Let us set some ground rules. You will from now on refer to me as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Hazel’ whenever you address me – by email, in IM, on the phone or in person. You will obey my instructions to the best of your ability; however as we are just starting out you must let me know if any instructions are disturbing or difficult for you to carry out. I have to know your mind and your desires inside out in order to help you, so be honest.
I enclose my personal mobile phone number and will be contacting you as soon as you send me yours, and my IM identity also. Please tell me what the position is regarding receiving texts or calls during the day at work. I expect an answer within the hour” He sat and stared at it for a while before getting his mobile phone and saving her number as MH. He texted his work hours and told her that there was no problem receiving texts, but that personal calls were restricted to breaktimes. He set off for to catch the bus for work, hardly daring to take his hand off his phone for fear of missing her text. It came as he sat looking out of the window.
“There is nothing more to be done before you return home, when you will text me immediately. Reply to confirm.” His hand shaking, he let her know that he had received it, and continued his day, somehow able to focus better despite the suspense of what the evening might bring. The thought that he had started some sort of journey soothed him, and he was home almost before he knew it. He made himself a coffee and sat to text her
“I am home, Mistress”
“Good afternoon Simon. Please go to your computer; I have added you as a contact on my messenger service.” He did as he was told, feeling a little flutter in his abdomen as he saw her words pop up on the screen.
“Thankyou. Are you able to talk like this for half an hour or so?”
“Yes Mistress, as far as I’m aware.”
“Good. If you do need to stop please tell me. I have some questions for you.”
“Ask me anything Mistress”
“How often do you masturbate?” came the words on the screen, and he blushed to the roots of his hair. He swallowed and started typing.
“It varies, Mistress. Sometimes two or three times a day, sometimes not for a few days”
“Tell me when you did it last, where you were and what you were thinking about and looking at when you did so” He felt a little dizzy, but he knew he must be honest.
“Last night Mistress, after our emails. I was in bed in the dark thinking of you.”
“Give me as much detail as you can – what did you imagine me doing? Were you imagining being the
subject in one of the pictures on my website or was there something more specific?” Simon admitted that he had been thinking about one of the pictures, the male subject collared and cuffed, kneeling in front of her as she held a crop. He admitted that he loved the way she was dressed and imagined himself in a similar position waiting to discover whether he was to be punished or rewarded.
“Very good; that was nicely described, you have good communication skills. If you wish, I have another proposition. From now on, if you agree, you are not allowed to masturbate without my permission or instruction. If you feel you cannot endure it you may contact me and ask but if I do not answer, you must continue to abstain. I will give you until nine o’clock to make your decision – you are free to go for now.” Simon realised he had been holding his breath as he read, and let it go with a hiss.
“Yes Mistress, I will be back online at nine. I have no plans for the evening and eagerly await your pleasure.” He sat back as he saw her sign out, and went over the exchange in his mind. He was quite willing to carry on, but he would have to tell her that later. His flatmate appeared, just getting up to eat and go out on night shift at the emergency switchboard where he worked. Simon would have the flat to himself tonight. The few hours dragged until the allotted time, which he passed reading the books he had taken out from the library, and turned the computer back on to wait for her to sign in. She was there exactly on time, and he sent his message.
“Good evening Mistress. I am willing to undergo the training you described.”
“Excellent; I am pleased with your decision. I have something in mind for tonight. Tell me what your living arrangements are – do you live alone?”
“I rent a house with a male friend who I met at college. We both work; I work in an office from 9 to 5, but he works shifts. He’s out for the night and won’t be back until morning.”
“Good. I want you to strip naked and remain so until I tell you otherwise. If anyone comes to the door, do not answer it.” He shivered as he felt his arousal increase, stiffening in his jeans. He typed his acceptance and quickly did as he was told, sitting again.
“I want you to go to my website and open the gallery. Tell me, are you circumcised or uncut?”
“I’m uncut Mistress.” He answered.
“Excellent. I want you to look through the photos and you may not only touch yourself, but I want you to bring yourself to a climax. You may ask me any questions you wish while you do so – but remain respectful” He could hardly believe his eyes, and felt himself stiffen even more. He did as he was told, browsing the pictures while he stroked himself, his questions starting tentatively and growing bolder with his lust. He imagined Mistress Hazel sitting watching him as he gripped his shaft, applying lotion and starting to move his hand up and down, only a little slack left in his foreskin, the head engorged.
“Tell me what you are doing” she demanded, and he groaned at the interruption. He did as he was told. “Excellent. I want you to use your other hand and stroke the tip with your finger. Circle the head and tell me when you have any precum.” His eyes rolled back in his head as he followed her instructions, groaning with pleasure. He jumped as he realised he was wet, and quickly typed to her that he had done as she had told.
“Good. I want you to stop now” His eyes widened and he groaned in frustration, but did as he was told, by which time there was another line of text on the screen. “Rest assured you will be allowed to cum before midnight, but now I want you to type – both hands on the keyboard – and describe to me what you imagined yourself doing, and with whom, in as much detail as you can” He gritted his teeth – he had to do as he was told, she could tell if he disobeyed, and strangely he wanted to please her. He put his hands on the keyboard and began to type, recalling as much as he could of what had gone through his head. He had imagined her fastening him to a frame and teasing him, stroking and caressing, bringing him to the edge but not letting him cum – just as she was now, without even touching him.
“Are you still hard?” came the next question, and he came to with a start, looking down to realise he had forgotten his swollen member, now oozing more precum, not as hard as before, but erect still.
“Yes Mistress” Had she been in the room with him, she would have seen the surprise on his face.
“I think it’s time for a break - go and make yourself a drink, but first tell me - is your kitchen overlooked? Can anyone see in from the street or from another house?”
“The neighbours can see in, Mistress”
“Be sure to leave the light on and don’t close the curtains or blinds. You may not cover yourself with anything or touch your penis while you make your drink – you must have something hot and non-alcoholic. When you have it, report back and tell me what happened, if anything” Nervously he padded down to the kitchen – two young women lived next door and the kitchen faced theirs; he hoped to god they weren’t in or that Brian came home unexpectedly. He racked his brains – she said he couldn’t cover himself, but he could dart round the edge of the kitchen, moving quickly past the window. He looked down – his erection had gone down at the thought of discovery. Well that wasn't as bad as being caught in a state of arousal; he relaxed a little, and took his time.
Back at the computer, he told her that his trip had gone without incident.
“Good. You may drink, and while you do, you may look at my website again, and I will send you an email with more photos. When you have finished drinking, you can start to touch yourself again. Tell me if you are close to orgasm, and do not cum without permission.”
He sipped at his coffee and browsed. Again he stroked himself, gasping at the new pictures. It wasn't difficult to get hard again, and happily he grasped himself, hand moving faster this time. It was some five minutes or more before he remembered that he wasn't allowed to finish alone, and reluctantly sent his message to say that he was close.
“You may continue to climax – then report back” came the answer. He felt a strange release, that pushed him close to the edge, and his hand sped up until he couldn’t hold back any more, feeling himself erupt, gasping with the intensity as he spurted high into the air, the sticky cum falling on his chest, thighs and hand. It took him a while to come round enough to clean himself up, and was tempted not to go back to the computer – but he realised that this was a more intense orgasm than he usually had, and he wanted more!
“Thank you Mistress – I came.” was his brief post, and he waited for her reply, his pounding heart slowing to a more normal speed.
“Excellent – you have done well. I want you to go for a shower and return to the computer. I want you to cum again before you sleep, but only when I say so.” He was elated at her instruction, and had a huge grin on his face as he went to the bathroom. He thought of her and the pictures he had just seen all the time he soaped himself, soon growing hard again. Eagerly he returned to his PC and signed back in.
“You have done well so far, if you have followed my instructions. Tell me, what time do you usually go to bed to sleep, and how much longer do you expect to be alone?”
“It varies Mistress; I usually stay up till past midnight and I have work tomorrow. My flatmate won’t be back till mid-morning.”
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Sitting by her laptop Mistress Hazel smiled, running her hand absently through her pet’s hair. He knelt at her side while she typed, hands bound behind his back with leather cuffs clipped together, his breath softly hissing though his nose and past the ballgag she knew he loved to wear. She had already disciplined him for his sloppiness in the kitchen, flogging him and making him clean the kitchen from top to bottom. From time to time during the evening she had told him what she was doing with her new recruit, and asked him simple yes or no questions so that he could nod or shake his head in answer. Even though she was focussed on someone else, he was in heaven just being allowed to sit by her, bound and gagged. To be consulted on how she instructed the other man was an honour, and mentally he took himself back to the early days of his own training and tried to remember how he had felt in order to assist his beloved Mistress.
“What do you think pet, shall I call him on his mobile phone this time, or should I save that for tomorrow?” She knew he couldn’t answer this properly, so added “Now?” and he shook his head “Wise choice, let’s string this next one out, and I’ll talk to him tomorrow. That should make him sit up and take notice.” She turned back to the keyboard, and he let out a soft moan as she took her hand from his head. “This time he can read something arousing, but I won’t allow him to touch until he’s finished – does that sound good?” He nodded happily and listened to her tapping away. “There – he’ll be busy for a little while. Time for Mistress to have some fun”
His heart leapt and he waited for her next command. She leant down and fastened the leash to his leather collar, tugging at it to signal he should rise, which he did smoothly as he had practiced so many times. He knew she didn’t like clumsiness or for the lead to go slack if she led him around. She led him to the bed, unfastening the cuffs and ordering him to take off his leather briefs and lie down spread-eagled face up on the bed. He shivered in anticipation as she moved round the bed fastening his ankles and wrists so that he was secure but comfortable. Neither of them was aroused by pain, so that was something she only used if he needed severe disciplining. She removed the gag and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.
“Tell me pet, can you remember last time you were in this position?” she said as she coolly slipped out of her black French knickers that perfectly matched the corset she wore, unfastening her long black hair and letting it cascade over her shoulders. He nodded
“Yes Mistress – I remember.” He lay watching her, hoping she would allow him to continue, but she reached in the bedside table and produced the blindfold. She noted his expression change for a second to one of disappointment, then he regained control as she leant over to fasten it behind his head.
“Can you see anything?” she asked, and he shook his head.
“No Mistress” he said steadily. She could tell when he was lying, and was reassured that she had done her job well. She looked down at him, pale skinned and lightly muscled, visibly aroused in anticipation of her pleasure. She stroked his manhood, listening to the catch in his breath, feeling him grow harder under her fingers.
“You know the rules pet, no cumming until and unless I say so” He nodded and moaned as she stroked her hand over his belly, up over his chest and pausing to circle his nipples, gently pinching them. She climbed onto the bed, determined to slake her lust before she went back to the computer. “When did I last allow you to climax, pet?”
“A week ago Mistress” he answered.
“You haven’t cum without permission?” he shook his head. She took some lube from the bedside table, taking some in her palm to warm it before expertly spreading it along his shaft, firmly stroking and massaging. He moaned with pleasure, pulling against the restraints. He felt her straddling him and slowly engulfing his swollen member, biting his lip to keep back the animal groan that threatened to escape.
“Feel free to make as much noise as you like pet” she said, slowly rocking back and forth. The thought of the young man sitting reading the stories she had written of her experiences as a Domme excited her. She loved being in control, having someone at her beck and call, and the thrill of training a new recruit lifted her out of the routine she had been struggling to enliven. There was to be no teasing pet today, she didn’t have long before she had to go back to the computer.
She leaned down and let her hair brush pet’s chest and over his nipples as she started to ride him, feeling him filling her, pressing her pubic bone against his, shivering at the delicious tingle that coursed through her. She relished his groans, knowing that he could control himself enough to wait for her release. In her mind she undressed the young man from the library, placed the collar round his neck, saw him kneel and pledge to obey her. She shivered as she felt her climax approach, slowing to hold herself on the edge. It built deep down inside her, warm and urgent, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, hips bucking, back arching and her muscles clenching round her pet’s shaft, drawing cries of bliss from his lips. She let the spasms die down, but kept moving, wanting to reward his obedience – his abstinence, his silent endurance of the earlier flogging.
“You may cum, pet” she gasped, and felt him start to thrust up toward her, trembling with the effort, the sinews on his arms and neck standing out as he pulled against his restraints. He gritted his teeth and she felt him start to pulse inside her. He let out a cry of triumph as he erupted, whole body going into strong muscular contractions, his hot semen flooding her and overflowing, jet after jet attesting to the length of time since his last ejaculation. She let her weight down onto him as he slowed, gasping and slumping back in his restraints. After a short while of recovery, she removed his blindfold.
“Thank you Mistress” he smiled, words of devotion and adoration bursting to flow from his lips.
“One more thing, pet” she said, letting his softening shaft slip from her and unfastening his wrists. She turned with her back to him, crouching over his chest “Clean up for me” she ordered, and eagerly he sat up a little as she unfastened his ankles. He repositioned himself to bring his mouth close to her petal-like labia, their combined juices still coating his softening member. His hands gently spread her cheeks as he licked her clean, thoroughly paying attention to every crease and fold. She tasted sweet while his own semen was slightly bitter, the two flavours combining on his tongue as he swallowed. She shifted to move away, and he sat back on his elbows, elated and happy. She went out to the bathroom, returning to see him cleaning himself off, and went back to the computer, drawing a gown around her, and saw that her new contact had not yet reported back.
“You may shower, pet, then go and get me some chamomile tea” she said, and he went to obey. She didn’t have long to wait.
“I have read the story, Mistress” came the words “It was very arousing, but I didn’t much like the pain aspect.”
“Good, then this is something that doesn’t appeal to you sexually?” she asked, and he answered to confirm. “In that case, you have my permission to relieve yourself before you go to bed, in any way you wish – by reading or looking at the photos, or away from the screen. Remember you may only do this once, and I want you to report back to me in the morning to tell me how you achieved it. I will be signing off now.”
Back in his bedroom, Simon licked his lips, at last permitted to touch himself again, his member already ragingly hard. He decided to shower again, switching off the computer and making his way to the bathroom. Images from the website and the descriptions in the story he had just read ran through his fevered mind as he soaped himself, his hand sliding easily over his belly, leaning his forehead on the cool tiles as he grasped his erect penis. His breathing became quick and hoarse as he started to stroke it, slowly at first, his foreskin almost tight from the ferocity of his hardness. He sped up, recalling Mistress’s outfit, her long black hair, a half memory of her scent and her decolletage at the desk of the library. He recalled the pictures of her tightly corseted figure, her stern expression and her hand firmly grasping a crop as she disciplined a disobedient male sub. Her stockinged thighs, her stiletto heels all raced through his mind as he felt himself start to twitch, his legs trembling as it started to rise from his testicles for a second time that night, sparser but hotter than before. The water streamed down over his shoulders and chin, down his arms and mingled with the thick white fluid that erupted from his loins. He growled with the effort and his legs buckled beneath him; he slid to the floor of the shower, gasping, heart thudding in his chest, but elated and triumphant.
It was a while before he managed to pull himself together, his strength returning enough for him to finish cleaning himself. He dried himself with a towel, rubbing his hair until it was only a little damp before returning to his room to collapse into bed, exhausted and happy, falling onto a deep sleep without even having the time to wonder what tomorrow might bring.
A few miles away in Mistress’s city house she also lay sleeping soundly, her pet allowed to share her bed for the night, happily curling around her, a smile lingering on his face as he too drifted off into blissful repose.
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A BDSM Sex Slave Story
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Posted:Nov 26, 2013 11:30 am
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2013 10:58 pm
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A BDSM SEX SLAVE STORY
By Poison
"Remove your clothes" I instructed her the moment she walked in the door. She quickly slipped out of her skirt and unbuttoned her shirt, laying them on a nearby chair. Kicking off her heels, she pulled down her pantyhose and unclasped her bra. Now naked, she stood before me legs spread, arms behind her back, wrists clasped in her hands, head bowed, her large breasts thrust out.
I smiled and stepped towards her, placing my hand behind her head and gently grasping her hair. What do we have here?... I asked.
A slave for your use, Master... she replied.
What would I do with a slave?... I asked.
Anything you wish, Master... she replied.
I smiled and pinched one of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger. My other hand moved to her shaved pussy, grasping and gently pulling the ring piercing her clit-hood. Her pussy instantly became wet, and her clit firm.
I produced the clamps I carried in my pocket, and fastened them to her now-hard and protruding nipples. A silver chain stretched between the clamps, and the jewelry made a beautiful adornment to her magnificent breasts.
Come... I said, taking the chain in my hand. I led her into the playroom, to a very large pillow I had placed in the center of the floor. (The pillow was sold as a pet bed, but I had purchased it for my slave.) I pointed to the pillow. Kneel here with your legs far apart....
As she kneeled, I picked up the vibrator-dildo I had prepared, and handed it to her. Use this on your clit... I instructed, but you are not to make yourself cum with it. When you feel you are very close to orgasm, you are to stop using the vibe and begin swatting your clit sharply with your hand. As the urge to orgasm passes, return to using the vibe....
Yes Sir... she said.
As she began using the vibe, I walked out of the playroom toward the adjacent kitchen and poured myself a glass of juice. I sipped my drink, listening to the soft hum of the vibe. Much sooner than I expected I heard sounds of slapping. ‘My girl must be turned on', I thought smiling. The slapping stopped after a minute, and I heard her begin groaning to the humming of the vibe. It went back and forth, every few minutes the slapping sounds returned. The groaning became louder.
Master, may your slave cum?... she cried.
I stood at the door of the playroom. No... I said. You are not to cum. Slap your clit harder.... She returned to the vibing and slapping, groaning and squirming as she did.
Knowing the point of no return would soon arrive, I walked over to her and said Stop. Stand up.... Taking her by the wrist, I helped her to her feet and led her over to a chain and shackles hanging from the ceiling. I raised one arm high above her head and fastened a cuff to her wrist, following with her other.
Spread your legs... I told her, placing my hand on her bald mound. She was sopping wet. I began spanking her pussy with my bare hand. She groaned in pleasure.
Picking up a blindfold, I placed it on her head and over her eyes, and returned to slapping her clit with my hand. Is my girl turned on?... I asked.
Oh yes, Master!...
I began to gently bite and pinch her breasts, and belly, and chest, and arms, and tug on the chain stretched between the nipple clamps I'd placed earlier. She moaned in delight.
Wait for me... I told her, and left the playroom.
Being blindfolded, she wasn't aware when I returned after a minute or so, until I began spanking her bottom and stroking her clit. She jumped and giggled in surprise. I left the room several times, and each time upon my return did something unexpected with my hands or a toy.
Unknown to my slave, I had set up in advance for an acquaintance (a military man) to come by. He was very happy to assist, and arrived as planned and waited by my door. I quietly let him into the house during one of the times I had left the playroom, and instructed him not to say a word during his visit. My slave was never to know his identity.
Each time I left, I did something unexpected upon my return, delighting my slave and intensifying her anticipation. The final time was something really unexpected. I led my friend into the playroom. Here is a slut for you to use,... I said. You may fuck all her holes.... In spite of the blindfold, my slave's expression told the story of her stunned surprise and lustful desire.
He quickly stripped off his clothes and moved to her. As he began to caress her breasts, I unfastened her from the chain above. The blindfold stayed in place.
I remained nearby, making sure he used condoms and all was well. His cock was already rock hard, and he immediately bent her over and plunged into her. My slave groaned loudly, Oh yesss!...
He worked her hard, moving her through many positions: standing; laying down; on her back; on her side; on her knees; against the wall. After he fucked her very wet pussy from many angles, he pulled out and plunged his cock into her ass. She groaned loudly.
Oh yes! Fuck my ass!... she wailed. He pounded her ass as she quivered and groaned. Ungh, fuck my ass... she moaned, over and over. Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!... Suddenly he grunted loudly and came hard.
He pulled out and disposed his cum-filled condom, and was about to get dressed, but my slutty girl implored him You haven't cum in my mouth! May I suck your cock?...
He looked at me and I nodded, so he put his now limp dick in her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, and surprisingly, it wasn't long before his erection returned. My slave worked the tip in her mouth, and squeezed the shaft with her hand. She was not to be denied. Pushing his cock down her throat, licking his balls and stroking him, she begged him to cum in her face. Finally his back stiffened, and he shot a second load. Her lips and tongue and chin were covered in hot jizz. She slurped it greedily.
Mission accomplished, she fell back on her pet bed, body covered in sweat. Her fresh fucked hair in a tangle, she was smiling from ear to ear. My friend dressed and left the playroom without a word.
After I saw him out, I returned to find my slave moaning happily, stroking her clit, and licking the last of his cum off her face.
Well, slut,... I said. Did you enjoy your appetizer?...
Oh yes Master!... she cooed.
Time for the main course... I said.
I removed the blindfold, and slid my cock into her mouth. Thank you Master..., she gurgled.
My cock quickly stiffened, and I throat-fucked her for a several minutes. The gagging sounds she made were quite erotic as she pressed her face onto my cock, burying it to the hilt. Then I took her by the wrist and led her to the spanking bench, making her lean over resting her belly on the padded surface.
I picked up a medium flogger, and began to lightly swat her bottom. Every so often I paused and caressed her ass cheeks with my hand. Gradually, I increased the intensity of the strokes. Eventually I began to whip her back along with her ass, intermittently kneading her bottom with my free hand, and stroking her clit. My erection raged, and I began to move back and forth between fucking her and thrusting my cock in her mouth, as I continued my strokes with the flogger.
Her back and bottom became very red, and she groaned in pain mixed with pleasure. I steadily increased the intensity of the flogging. Oh yes!... she cried, as I fucked and flogged her in rhythmic strokes. Tears streamed from her eyes.
The moment had come. I handed her the vibe. Use it your clit!... I commanded. I continued the flogging as before, but pulled my cock from her pussy and plunged it into her ass.
Oh! Oh! Yes!... she cried. I'm going to cum!... She shrieked and quivered and began to cry out, Oh Master!...
Cum!... I roared. Cum hard!...
I pounded her ass with my cock as she began to orgasm, screaming and shaking and squirting. Her warm ejaculate shot out in spurts against my balls and thighs. She continued to cum and cum. I ceased the flogging and focused on ramming her ass with my cock. She continued cumming and squirting. By the time she finished, there was a large puddle on the tile floor.
After she stopped quivering I raised her from the spanking bench and held her close. She continued to moan and whimper softly as I caressed her. Smiling, she kissed my chest, her face covered in tears and sweat. Thank you, Master... she purred.
"Good girl" I smiled. "You are wonderful, my slut. Now come with me to the shower. I have more in store for you."
She smiled up at me with adorable, teary eyes, and taking her by the wrist I led her from the playroom.
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Dirty Old Women By Poison
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Posted:Nov 23, 2013 4:09 am
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2014 2:28 pm
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Well, what else would you call a fifty-six year old woman who was literally drooling over a herd of muscled, hot and sweaty teenage boys wearing loose fitting shorts and tight tank tops as they play basketball in a musky smelling gymnasium. What’s worse; one of them is my seventeen year old grandson, Daniel. My God, he looks so much like his grandfather did at that age; so tall, lean and ruggedly handsome with all his thick brown hair, his big and broad shoulders, long muscle clad arms and those powerful legs. Mmmm, then there’s his flat stomach and that absolutely delicious, muscled ass. I wonder if he’s as well hung as his grandfather was.
Jesus Christ, Pamela! Daniel’s not your late husband - he’s your grandson! How can you look at him or even think of him in such a way? Well, as I’ve just mentioned, I’m a very dirty old woman; or rather, a very dirty and horny old woman.
Crossing my long legs and shifting my body on the hard wooden bleacher of the high school gymnasium, I reached into my purse for the small oriental fan I purchased on my last trip to Tokyo. My heart was thumping; my old cunt was tingling and actually getting moist while my skin was starting to baste with perspiration, causing my silk blouse and my slacks to feel suddenly very clingy. Reaching around with my free hand and massaging the back of my long neck just below my rapidly silvering hair, I fanned myself rapidly with the other as I looked at my sitting beside me.
Tammy is just thirty-four years old and looks so amazingly young and beautiful that you would think her to be one of these young men’s girlfriends rather than one of their mother’s. Tammy was just seventeen years old herself when she gave birth to Daniel; the result of a one night affair with a young man she met at the homecoming game her junior year of high school. It was her first time and when the sun rose the following morning, she was left with nothing but the vague memory of his face; and nine months later, his . We’ve never been able to track him down.
Tammy’s father, my late husband Daryl, never truly forgave his for corrupting herself and essentially unbecoming his sweet little girl. Though I tried to reason with him and remind him that he and I were both very young when Tammy was born, he simply wouldn’t listen. Though we remained together until his sudden death in an industrial accident nearly five years ago now, our relationship was never the same and that is why my mind easily floods with the memories of our youth and the great passion that boiled between us as horny young teenagers.
Despite all the odds against her, my baby girl Tammy flourished as a mother and in the span of Daniel’s life, has worked herself up to a highly respected executive position with a major corporation where she makes a substantial living and provides a very comfortable life for both of them. It has always surprised me that Tammy has never found herself a good man, or one has not found her. But then again, she has so dedicated her life to Daniel and making a good life for him, I doubt she’s ever given it a second thought; which is truly unfortunate, for my baby girl is simply gorgeous. Standing a solid five foot nine, my has a gorgeous maim of full and flowing walnut brown hair that drapes delicately past the tops of her shoulders. Tammy’s body is long, lean and quite statuesque with a full set of sensuous and tempting curves. Her face is absolutely stunning with pouty and luscious lips, sparkling white smile, perfect nose, marvelous chin and enchanting sapphire blue eyes. She has a very pert, glamorously round and bountiful chest, fertile thighs, savory hips, taut and magnificently spherical ass, flat tummy, slim waist, willowy arms, long and slender neck and her skin is the purest of creamy white silk.
Good God, Pamela! Now listen to yourself describe your own !!! You need help!
“Mama,” I faintly heard Tammy say as I just gazed proudly at her. “Mama, are you okay?”
“I’m fine honey,” I replied.
“Are you sure? I mean, your just staring at me while the games out there. In fact, your grandson just scored a three pointer.” Tammy said with a soft smile.
“I just can’t get over what an incredible woman you’ve become honey; and how very beautiful you are too.” I told her.
“Mama,” Tammy said bashfully as she blushed.
“Oh don’t tell me you’re still embarrassed by me complimenting you in public.” I said, giving her a nudge with my elbow.
“No,” Tammy replied. “It’s just that I don’t here that very often.”
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and stroked her silky soft hair.
“Well, you are my love. You are the most incredible and beautiful woman these old eyes have ever seen.” I told her with a proud smile.
“You should know; after all, I got it all from you," Tammy replied.
Scoffing to feign indifference, I couldn’t help but agree. Yes, I’m rather vain as well as old, horny and dirty. I do work my ass off to keep myself in tiptop shape and thanks to the tremendous insurance settlement and all the company benefits following Daryl’s death; I’ve even allowed myself the luxury of body enhancement surgery on occasion and have my own personal trainer and nutritionist. And I lied just a moment ago when I mentioned that my hair is turning silver; it’s already completely there. So why do I not color it? Because it’s a very sexy shade of pearlescent silver with long frontal bangs and curled at the base of my sleek neck. And most of all, I like it and it wonderfully frames my narrow face.
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After the game was over, Tammy and I made our way through the thick crowd and exited the gymnasium into the cool evening air to wait for Daniel. I found it rather strange that such a handsome young man as Daniel would condone his mother and grandmother waiting for him like all the anxious and horny around us. When I questioned Tammy about that, she told me that ordinarily she didn’t, but that since I had come to visit, he was to meet us and then we’d all go out to dinner together.
Twenty minutes later, Daniel emerged from the locker room all showered up with his wet brown hair slicked back and donning his bright red and white letterman jacket. Surrounded by a group of his teammates, each with their athletic bag slung over their shoulder, Daniel almost immediately spotted his mother and I, bid his friends farewell and hurried over to us. With a warm and rather sexy smile filling his lips, Daniel opened his arms and took me into them as he came up.
“Hi Grandma,” Daniel said as he engulfed me against his lean and muscled body.
“Hello, my sweet boy,” I replied as I wrapped my arms around him; secretly reveling in the youth, scent and manly power of his young body; my breasts mashed against his firm chest like sponge cakes.
“So good to see you,” Daniel told me.
“Oh, I’ve missed you honey,” I replied.
Daniel straightened up to full height and gazed down at me lovingly with his soft brown eyes and I reached up to feather stroke his cheek with my fingertips. Where Tammy and I are both the same height at five-nine; okay, I’ll admit that I’ve probably shrunk to five-eight or even five-seven, Daniel is a towering six-feet-five and every inch a remarkable young man. Leaning over to kiss me on my cheek and give me another sensual squeeze, he then turned his attention to his mother.
“Hi Mom,” Daniel said.
“Hi kiddo; you sure played a terrific game,” Tammy told him. "I am so proud of you."
“Thanks," he replied and kissed Tammy on the cheek; it made my heart skip a beat to see him so tender and publically affectionate to his mother.
“So, I’ll bet your hungry,” I said with a smile.
“Starving,” Daniel replied.
“Chinese, Italian, Mexican, Pizza,” Tammy listed off. “You name it, it’s on Grandma.”
“Oh really,” I snapped playfully and then tickled her.
“Hey Ritter,” a young man’s voice bellowed from a distance and the three of us turned in the direction of his voice. “You never told me you had a thing for MILF’s man!”
“Actually it’s more of a MILF and GMILF thing!” Daniel shouted back as he slid an arm around mine and Tammy’s shoulders.
“Huh?” The young man seemed puzzled.
“This is my mother and my grandmother, dude!” Daniel replied.
“Oh! Well, have fun.” The young man said and turned away.
“Sorry about that,” Daniel said to us as we walked toward the parking lot.
“Why?” I asked. “I certainly don’t mind being called a MILF; or am I the GMILF?”
Glancing up at Daniel, I watched his face blush a dark shade of bright red as his cute little brown eyes bulged.
“You know what MILF stands for?” He mumbled.
“Honey, I may be old, but I’m not dead,” I told him and heard his mother giggle.
Daniel decided he wanted Italian for dinner and despite what it could do to our hips, his mother and I agreed. My grandson completely swept me off my feet as he played the perfect gentlemen by holding open the doors of both the car and the restaurant for his mother and I and then pulling back our chairs as we took our seats at the table. Daniel slipped off his jacket to reveal a snug fitting white T-shirt that marvelously displayed his broad shoulders and his lean, muscled torso down to where it met his slim waist and his tight jeans.
God, what is wrong with me? This is my grandson, for God sake; the only of my only ; my very beautiful and sexy . Okay, I think I need to be taken out into the parking lot and shot now. True, I haven’t seen Daniel in nearly three years now and he has gone from a boy to a man so magnificently; still that is absolutely no excuse to be entertaining such immoral and unnatural thoughts of him; or my own for that matter. Guess I’ve lived alone for far too long.
All throughout dinner, I was truly taken aback by how well Tammy and Daniel communicated; how perfectly at ease and comfortable they were with each other. How close they were, how they complimented one another and how easy it was for Daniel to tell or talk to his mother about most anything. Well, as it had just been the two of them all of Daniel’s life, how could they not be close. And Daniel is a very bright, articulate and intelligent young man. Again, he reminds me so much of his grandfather at that age.
With the game having ended just after eight and then nearly two hours at dinner, it was almost ten-thirty when we finally pulled into Tammy’s driveway. Daniel carried my bags up to the guest bedroom with ease as Tammy pointed out the linen closet and the guest bathroom. As it had been three years, Tammy and Daniel had moved in the interval and this was my first visit to her new and very lovely home. Finally, the long day of cross country air travel and the excitement of a high school basketball game caught up with me; not to mention my surging sexual hormones left me on the verge of collapse. Kissing both my and grandson goodnight, I slipped into the bathroom and took a long, cold shower.
I wish I could say it helped.
After drying off and blow drying my hair, I slipped on my navy blue, long silk night gown and crawled into bed just after eleven. As tired as I felt, I should have fallen immediately to sleep, but instead I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. Glancing over at the clock finally, I found that it was nearing one in the morning and sleep was nowhere in sight. Throwing off the covers, I decided to go down for a glass of milk or maybe something a little stronger. Stepping out into the darkened upstairs hallway, I heard a faint moan coming from the direction of Tammy’s room; a male moan. That was followed by a female giggle; a giggle I was certain belonged to my .
Did Tammy forget to tell me something?
Tiptoeing down the hall to investigate, it never once crossed my mind that maybe it was none of my business and that I was about to spy on my and what I hoped was her sex life. Approaching Tammy’s bedroom door, I found it to be slightly ajar with a faint shaft of light coming from within. It was then that I began to hear the sucking and slurping. Easing up to her door, I peered inside and nearly let out a scream of unbelievable shock as I felt my heart accelerate into maximum overdrive and my knees go weak.
Daniel was stretched out completely naked on Tammy’s king size bed; his back leaning up against a pile of pillows at the headboard as he watched his mother suck his hard, throbbing cock. Tammy likewise, was completely naked; her body was curled up sexily next to her ’s groin and she was hungrily sucking on his very large and erect rod. Daniel was easily eight inches long, very thick in girth and Tammy was only able to swallow him half way down his immense shaft. Stroking the glistening shaft of her in her hand as she either sucked or licked him, my ’s other hand was cupping and molding my grandson’s plump and meaty balls.
Rolling her head around Daniel’s rod, moaning and sighing deeply as she did, Tammy appeared to be in heaven. Her mouth and lips were covered in her saliva and I watched in fascination as she swirled her tongue around the pulsing purple head of her ’s cock before she swallowed it down her throat again. Then suddenly, her eyes met mine and we stared at each other. I thought certain my heart was going to explode out of my chest and I wanted so desperately to run; but I couldn’t move. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, the sight of my sexy sucking her own ’s dick literally set me afire with lust; and as Tammy and I stared at each other, she never once ceased pleasuring him. In fact, it only seemed to fuel her for the look in her eyes as she gazed at me was one of primal lust and carnal desire.
Daniel had been gently stroking Tammy's naked body and hair with his hand while his head rolled about sensually on his shoulders as he absorbed the oral sexual pleasure his mother was giving him. By now I was caressing my own body; rubbing the silk of my night gown against my hot flesh as my hand made its way between my trembling legs. With my eyes locked on my and grandson, I began rubbing my aching, wet pussy through the silk of my gown as I massaged my breast and teased my throbbing nipple. Giving his cock a few final, sensual strokes and licks with her saliva spilling out of her mouth and coating both her hand and Daniel's rod, Tammy kissed her way slowly up her 's ripped, muscled abdomen as she flung her leg over his waist and straddled his body, now pointing that beautiful, spherical ass of hers directly at me.
My heart nearly erupted as I watched my and grandson share a deep, sensuous kiss of passion; literally devouring each other’s lips and tongues. Daniel slid his hand down and held the base of his massive rod as Tammy took hold of the pulsing tip, centering it against her swollen, glistening folds and her drooling opening. Tugging my night gown up to my waist, I teased my bare, dripping pussy as I watched Tammy guide her ’s cock through her soft folds; her opening spreading wide as the bulky head and immense shaft of Daniel’s throbbing cock burrowed itself into her body. Tammy’s back bowed in, her head rolled back and she exhaled a deep, sensual moan as her filled her up. Daniel clasped his hands on his mother’s satiny hips and began to thrust his own upward; his legs spreading wide and his big meaty balls jiggling as he thrust his rod of manhood into his mother’s dripping pussy.
Tammy lowered her body forward and took Daniel’s mouth again; supporting herself on her arms and hands as the two of them moaned into each other’s throats. Daniel’s hands slid up and his fingers sank into the taut flesh of his mother’s sexy ass globes. My eyes were locked on my grandson’s thrusting rod as it spread his mother’s opening with its sheer mass; Tammy’s pussy taking it all in, her muscles clamping lovingly around it as it pumped deep inside her.
Slowly, Tammy rose up straight and planted her hands on Daniel’s thighs as she rode him; sensual moans and deep, labored breaths drifting from her mouth.
“Oh Yeah…Ohh…Mmmm…Oh, my baby,” Tammy moaned.
“Oh Mom…God, your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock,” Daniel grunted.
“Mmmm…Mommy loves having your cock inside her.” Tammy hissed.
“I love you so much, Mom!” Daniel wailed.
“And I love you too. Now be a good boy and fuck Mommy harder!” Tammy commanded.
Oh, that dirty talk nearly melted me. By now I was furiously fingering my drooling hole and had slid one of my aching tits free from my night gown and was pinching and pulling my nipple.
Tammy leaned her body backward, virtually bowing herself into a shoe and again, locked her gaze on mine. Her eyes were fluttering with pleasure and she was mouthing inaudible words of passion as she stared carnally at me, almost upside down. Suddenly, she lifted her hand and gave me the “come here” motion with her finger.
My heart clutched and my belly spasmed; does that mean what I think it does? Does she actually want me to join them? Before I could even process a rational thought, I slipped the other shoulder strap down my arm and let my night gown drop to the floor at my ankles where I stepped out of it. Having to momentarily fight the urge to cover my nudity, I pushed open the door and practically floated across the room; my ears filling with the passionate, carnal moans, groans and gasps of my and grandson in the throes of passion.
Tammy lifted herself up straight again; her rolling, fluttering eyes never leaving me as I came up beside the bed. Daniel’s hands were clamped once more on her hips as he fucked her. Rubbing my pussy and massaging my breasts, I shifted my eyes down to my sexy grandson; his muscled chest heaving, his skin beginning to glisten with sweat as he exerted himself harder into his mother. He didn’t even notice I was there until I slid my body down on the mattress, curling up beside him and began to stroke his chest. His head turned to me and his eyes bulged.
“Grandma,” He gasped.
“Shhh…” I shushed him. “Keep focus on your mother, sweet boy. Love her, fill her; pleasure her.”
Unable to control myself, I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, which were incredibly soft and warm. Daniel, on fire with lust, snapped back and sealed his mouth against mine; probing his hot tongue against my lips and I surrendered them to him as his tongue surged into my mouth. I felt his thrusting hips rapidly accelerate and Tammy began to howl at the top of her lungs as her pounded his massive rod deep inside her. Locking in a deep kiss of primal lust with my grandson, I let my hand flow down over his body and then slowly up Tammy’s; stroking her hot, sweaty skin and then fondling her sumptuous, bouncing breasts. Finally, I pulled my mouth away from Daniel’s.
“No baby,” I gasped. “Focus on your mother. There will be time for me later.”
Sliding back just a hair, I returned my wandering hands to my own body and watched the fury of my and grandson’s passion reach a peak. They were both howling and roaring in intense physical passion, their flesh glistening in perspiration and their bodies rocking wildly as Daniel pounded furiously into Tammy; the sound of their skin popping against each other was bouncing off the walls. Suddenly, they both seized up; Tammy’s body spasmed and Daniel gave her several deep, powerful stabs as his fingers buried deeply into her hips. The two of them groaned and exhaled with tremendous release; Daniel’s legs curled and his eyes cinched shut as he was clearly empting his balls into his mother’s body.
Tammy crumpled down atop him, burying her face in his neck while Daniel stroked her sweaty back as they both gasped desperately for air. Finally, Tammy rolled slowly off of her and fell onto her back on the mattress between him and me, sprawling her arms out over both of us and continued to try and catch her breath. Her chest was heaving and those beautiful breasts looked absolutely breathtaking in the soft light of the room as they rose and fell with her every breath. Glancing over at Daniel’s recovering body on the opposite side of his mother I saw his penis now lying limp against his thigh with a trickle of his cum still leaking out of the tip. I felt my own pussy spasm as tingles of unprecedented erotic force shot through my sexually charged body; I knew I had to have that beautiful cock inside me very soon.
Tammy then rolled her head to me and smiled as she looked up at me with those gorgeous sapphire eyes. Though I knew it was my , I didn’t fully recognize this woman lying beside me. She was so free, uninhibited, carnal and sexual; and I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone. But before I could even make a move, Tammy lifted her head up off the pillow and drew me into a very hot, deep and passionate kiss. I opened my mouth to receive my ’s tongue and my pussy flushed with tremendous wetness and steamy heat. Tammy darted her tongue in and out of my mouth and licked the outline of my lips. I glanced over to Daniel to see his reaction to this kiss his mother and grandmother were sharing and he simply rolled over, cupped Tammy’s breast in his hand and began to suckle her nipple. Tammy moaned passionately into my mouth.
Slowly pulling out of my ’s kiss, I drug my tongue down over her chin and along her neck, lathering her flesh with licks and kisses as I descended to her other nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Now my had both her and her mother suckling on her breasts. Tammy began to squirm as she was overloaded with pleasure; tender moans of sheer ecstasy where leaping from her mouth as Daniel and I suckled her. I continued kissing and licking my way down my ’s body, driven by the potent musky aroma that was drifting up into my nostrils from her pussy. As I neared the tiny turf of Tammy’s pubic hair that was glistening with all her sweat and juices, my eyes were suddenly caught by my grandson’s big but limp cock dangling from his groin and almost resting on his mother’s thigh.
Abandoning Tammy’s beautiful body, I engulfed the limp flesh of my grandson's beautiful cock in my hand, stroking it sensually before wrapping my lips around the soft head. Daniel gasped as I sucked his head between my lips and then bathing his limp prick with my hot saliva, burying it in the heat and wetness of his own grandmother’s mouth. Daniel rolled slowly on to his back again as I squirmed over Tammy’s legs, cupped his fleshy balls in my free hand while I deep throated him, reveling in the flavor of my own ’s tangy pussy juices that coated the shaft. I felt Daniel’s body tense up as he sucked in another deep breath as my lips went all the way to his balls.
“Oh my God,” he hissed. “Oh Grandma, you’ve got my whole cock in your mouth.”
On the verge of gagging with my grandson’s cock buried completely in my throat, I threw a seductive gaze up his body as I slid my mouth up again, pulling my lips away with a pop and jerked him off with my hand before swirling my tongue around the plump head and sealing my mouth around his shaft again. I felt Tammy squirm her body out from under me and the next thing I knew, she was laying right beside me on her stomach between Daniel’s wide open legs and suckling on her ’s plump balls as his cock was quickly hardening in my mouth.
“God, you have such a beautiful cock, Daniel,” I growled as I took a breath.
“Wait until you have it inside you,” Tammy hissed with a wicked grin.
Tammy wrapped her hand around mine on Daniel’s shaft and we shared a lusty kiss and then I shifted the rock hard rod to her lips and she greedily took her into her mouth again as I rolled his balls in my fingers. At that moment, I wished I could be inside Daniel’s mind and look through his eyes; to see the naked bodies of his mother and grandmother lying between his legs and taking turns sucking his dick. Tammy and I were soon lathering his cock with our lips and tongues at the same time and I could feel Daniel’s rod begin to quiver deep within. I caught Tammy’s mouth again with mine and we shared another lusty kiss.
“I wanna taste your pussy baby,” I hissed. “And let my sexy grandson fuck my pussy from behind.”
Daniel’s face lit up in a beaming smile and we all shifted around with Tammy stretching out on her back, spreading her legs wide and planting her feet on the mattress. I scooted on my belly between her legs, lifted my ass up on my knees to give Daniel the access he needed and soon felt his hot tongue probing against my puffy folds.
“Mmmm…I love your pussy, Grandma,” He murmured as I felt his mouth tug on my fleshy petals.
“Thank you sweet boy,” I replied. “But I don’t think it’s as beautiful as your mothers.”
Gazing at my ’s gorgeous little pussy, my face was immediately smothered by the intense heat still drifting out of her body. Tammy’s scent was extremely potent and her opening was still agape and quivering from Daniel’s pounding. She was so wet; almost syrupy and squishy, and there was a trickle of Daniel’s cum leaking out of her drooling hole.
“This is where Mom came from,” Daniel moaned. “So it’s even more beautiful.”
I heard Tammy moan softly at that statement and it deeply moved me too for he was absolutely right. Now I was gazing at where he himself had come from and suddenly, everything was absolutely right with the world. Tammy kept her pussy nice and trimmed and the hair was still glistening from her juices, her sweat and Daniel’s cum. I licked my famished lips and plowed my tongue between her soft, saturated folds. Tammy jerked when she felt my tongue and smiled down at me as I sucked her throbbing little clit into my mouth.
“Ohhh Mama,” Tammy moaned. “God, I’ve wanted you to eat my pussy for so long.”
“Mmmm, you taste so good baby,” I moaned back as I devoured her.
Tammy was so wet that I just kept lapping up the constant flow of nectar coming from her drooling, silky opening. Slipping two fingers inside my ’s velvety hole, I felt Daniel’s tongue now slide slowly up to my sphincter and he was lathering my bung hole with the tip of his tongue. I reached back between my legs with my free hand and started rubbing my hard little clit. My pussy was soaked and all I could think about was my beloved grandson sliding into me with his big, throbbing hard on.
"Oh Mama, please make me cum! I want you to taste my juices." Tammy howled as I lashed at her clit and pumped my finger inside her.
“Mmmm… I already do, baby.”
Daniel removed his mouth from my ass and rubbed his fingers through my wet and swollen folds. I moved my hand to give him full access to my aching pussy and within a few seconds, I could feel the head of his cock sliding through my pussy lips and rubbing on my throbbing clit. I had not had a real cock inside of me for nearly six years and I was more than ready for a cock like this. Daniel placed the bulky head of his prick at my opening and pushed inside me slowly and steadily.
“Oh my God,” I gasped and wailed. “Oh Daniel; oh baby boy!!”
“Isn’t it wonderful, Mama?” Tammy hissed.
Daniel's immense cock was stretching me so much that I wondered if my fifty-six year old cunt could actually take the massive rod of a seventeen year old boy. I was so tight it should have been a crime. When Daniel was all the way inside me, he held still for just a minute to allow my old pussy to get used to his young rod.
“Mmmm…I see that your mother has taught you very well my darling,” I murmured.
“You’re so fucking tight, Grandma,” Daniel groaned.
“And y ou’re so fucking big,” I roared back.
Once my muscles relaxed a little bit, Daniel began stroking nice and easy in and out of my hot and dripping little pussy. I then returned my attention, as best I could, to my ’s drooling cunt.
Daniel was stroking harder and faster as he watched his grandmother eat his mother’s pussy. I felt his fingers bury themselves into my fleshy hips as he began to pound me. I could taste Tammy’s juices mixed in with Daniel’s cum as I delved deeper and deeper into her hole.
“Oh Mama….Oh Mama, Mama, Mama,” Tammy gasped as her body began to spasm and jerk under my tongue.
I could feel Daniel’s cock grow even bigger and harder inside me and his balls tighten up as he bounced them off of my ass cheeks. Tammy’s inner pussy muscles tightened around my fingers as I now pumped three of them in and out of her tight little hole and it wasn't long before she exploded and was spewing her juices all over my face through a mind blowing orgasm. Her inner muscles were clamping and releasing as I gulped in all her nectar while wailing with my own orgasmic bliss as her pounded my pussy and filled me up as no man ever had.
Tammy was still in the middle of the throes of orgasm when Daniel cried out and it caught her attention. Apparently the sight of her fucking her mother set Tammy ablaze and she exploded again. There was so much juice squirting out of her pussy that I was just completely soaked. I lifted my head and roared out in carnal passion as my grandson continued to pound his immense manhood in and out of my pussy. His fingers were buried in my hips and he was stabbing me so deeply; so vigorously and I was pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts.
“OHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGAAAWWWDDDD!!!!” Daniel suddenly roared.
With that, Daniel emptied his balls into my spasming pussy, nice and deep. The heat of his semen entering my body, combined with my face and mouth coated in his mother’s pussy juices and his plump balls slapping against my clit caused a cataclysmic orgasm to erupt from my body and reduce me to pulp. My inner muscles clamped down on my grandson’s cock and he planted himself inside me so deeply that there was no way that I was pushing him out. He rode that ride like he was in the fucking rodeo. Oh, the beauty and stamina of youth.
Tammy suddenly squirmed out from under me and I buried my face into the damp sheets, clutching them desperately in my fists and moaning like a wounded animal. I hadn’t felt this fulfilled in so long. As my moaning began to diminish, I again heard the slurping and sucking sounds of a mouth on a cock. Rising up and looking over my shoulder, still on my hands and knees, I saw my furiously sucking her 's prick and jerking him off, all the while growling and groaning as she lathered him thoroughly; and his cock was hardening quickly once more.
“Such a good boy,” Tammy growled. “Mommy is so proud of you. Now, I want you to fuck Grammy in the ass.”
I shuddered deeply at the thought of having Daniel fuck me in the ass and my pussy began to quiver and drool; I could feel my own juices along with the trickle of Daniel's cum leaking down my thigh. I loved anal sex, but again, it had been so long. With that rash of orgasmic activity coming from my cunt, and with his mother's help, Daniel shoved his now immensely erect and coated cock into his grandmother's asshole. I didn’t know if I was fully prepared for a good ass fucking but he slid in smoothly and so deeply. Tammy apparently had a magical touch of getting her 's cock hard very quickly and my grandson was soon slamming his mighty rod deep into my tight little ass. Tammy then scurried around, slid underneath me and started tonguing my pussy. Leaving her legs wide open, I lowered my mouth to her seething cunt and began to devour my as I felt her slurping her ’s seed out of my leaking hole and swallowing it down.
"Oh, that’s it Daniel! You fuck your Grammy’s tight little ass. God, she loves having your big cock deep in her butt. I want you to fill my ass with your cum so I can have both holes filled with the essence of you. Fuck me harder with that big cock!" I roared.
Daniel started smacking my ass cheeks as he fucked me. Tammy slid her body up, and I lost reach of her pussy as she grazed up past my jiggling tits and took a nipple into her mouth while she pinched the other between her fingers. Daniel was still pounding his hard cock into my ass while his mother again slid down and finished cleaning out my pussy of his cum and I buried my face back into hers. Tammy’s meaty pussy lips were glistening and her juices were dripping all over the place. With another guttural and shrieking howl, my grandson emptied his balls inside my tight ass as I got a face full of his mother’s spewing nectar. Tammy was screaming at the top of her lungs while her beautiful, sweaty body thrashed and bucked wildly beneath me as she squirted like a geyser. I felt surprising copious amounts of my grandson’s hot cum oozing out of my asshole as my own juices gushed down my thigh and my ’s bedroom erupted with howling, erotic moans of three generations.
Tammy was nuzzling my clit between her lips as she slid her fingers inside of me to fill me up while Daniel’s cock still filled my asshole. I felt my grandson’s weight slump over my back and he was kissing my sweaty flesh softly as his hands still clung like vice grips to my hips. Tammy finally rolled out from underneath me and I collapsed and actually couldn't breathe for a minute. I had cum so hard that every inch of my body was electrified and sensitive. Daniel finally pulled his cock out of my spent rosebud and then crumpled down into a pile on the mattress between his mother and me. After a few moments of gasping and moaning, Tammy and I almost simultaneously cuddled up against our wonderful young man and the three of us entangled in a sweaty web of arms and legs.
Daniel kissed his mother passionately; tenderly devouring her mouth and then rolled his head and kissed me in the same way. I would never have believed I could be doing this, or enjoying it so much. Daniel’s kiss literally took my breath away. After absorbing his passion, I rose up and met Tammy’s mouth directly over him and my grandson delighted in watching his mother and grandmother share a hot kiss of lesbian passion. I could feel his hand stroke my head and saw his other stroke his mother’s as Tammy and I made love to each other’s mouths. Finally, the two of us crumpled down against Daniel again and he wrapped a powerful arm around each of us as we both gently stroked his lean, muscled body.
The visit with my and grandson was from that Friday until the following Monday afternoon and I had actually planned out several things for us to do. But as I’m sure you can imagine the three of us never left Tammy’s bedroom except only to eat and to take the occasional shower together. In fact, by the time Tammy and I loaded up to return me to the airport for my long flight home, her bedroom probably needed to be quarantined for a least a week as everything was so saturated with sex.
It was the most passionate weekend of my life!
I experienced human sexuality in ways I had never dreamed possible and never once felt the slightest shred of guilt or remorse. Though I very much wanted to, I never asked Tammy or Daniel how exactly their relationship had turned sexual and uous; and they never told. And who was I to judge or even to care? I was clearly attracted to both of them from the beginning and was honored that they invited me in; that they allowed me to enjoy their beautiful bodies and their intense physical passion. And they certainly seemed to enjoy mine; most especially my seemingly insatiable grandson. But I suppose that's genetic and he must take after his horny old grandmother; for where Tammy periodically faltered physically throughout the weekend, I just couldn’t get enough of that young body and big cock; a body and cock nearly forty years my junior. But as I’ve already told you: I am a dirty old woman!
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One Summer Day By Poison
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Posted:Nov 23, 2013 3:22 am
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I always found my sister-in-law, Cara, kind of attractive, even as my girlfriend and I were dating at the time. She was already married when I started dating, but I was already mesmerized by her beauty. At my wedding, Cara wore a beautiful strapless turquoise dress that rivals my wife’s white wedding dress. I would have been fine if they had switch places that night.
However, my wife never truly got along with her sister. Cara was…careful with their money with her own family, but freely spend it with friends and her husband’s family. She would also spend time with her friends weekly, but only went to her parent’s house once or twice a month for dinner. My wife has always taken care of her parents better than Cara did. The animosity between them was obvious though, and if they weren’t siblings, they would’ve never spoken to each other. Lucky for me though, they were.
After four years of marriage, my wife is now pregnant with our first baby. It’s not that we tried for four years; we just put it off for 3.5 years so we were more financially stable. I was 29 when she got pregnant, and now that I’m 30, our bank accounts gave us the confidence to finally allow us to have . My sister-in-law, Cara, turns 36 this year, a mom to a beautiful teenage and a 10 years old autistic . She looks like she’s in her late twenties/early thirties though; she was almost as tall as me at 5’6” and weight…probably 115 lbs or so. I would’ve like to see what she would look like with longer hair, but she always kept it on the shorter side, her hair falling about an inch below her chin.
Our family was all Chinese, so that meant I wasn’t big, standing at 5’8”, at 130 lbs. But my good uncircumcised 6 inches kept my wife happy. Like I said, my wife is currently pregnant, and while we still had sex once a week or so, her growing stomach made it hard for love-making. My horny penis meant jerking off a couple times a week, just to relieve some tension.
One summer Sunday, my parents-in-law visited me and my wife after attending church. Along with them were my sister-in-law and her two . They were visiting the almost-completed baby’s room and see how their was doing. Sitting around eating snacks, my pregnant wife crave for some ice-cream. This made Cara’s two hungry for ice-cream too. Since we didn’t have any at home, I offer to take them all out to a local ice-cream store.
Once we got to the garage, I found out my father-in-law had park his car right in the middle of our two-car driveway, essentially blocking both of my cars. My wife asks her mom for keys to the car so I could move it, when my father-in-law offered to drive instead. I was fine with that as there was a baseball game on TV that I wanted to watch. Realizing the six of them couldn’t fit into my in-law’s Prius, my mother-in-law offered to stay behind. Instead, Cara said she’ll stay, I assume so she wouldn’t have to pay for her ’s ice-cream. So they left, leaving me and Cara alone.
I sat in the middle of my sofa, shorts and a t-shirt partially watching the game on TV. My attention was split between the game and Cara. Sitting at the long end of my L-shape sofa, she was wearing knee-length blue jeans and a Bebe blue-green shirt. She had worn that shirt before, and I love how those colors mix together, the Bebe words that glitter on her chest.
She was playing around on her iPod Touch, as I look at her body out of the corner of my eye ever few seconds. Her smooth legs, her two breasts pushing at the front of her shirt. I would watch the baseball game, but occasionally glance over at her, admiring how beautiful she looked in that shirt as she sat on the sofa, her long legs on the sofa…She must’ve saw me sneaking peeks at her, and saw my obvious erection in the thin fabric.
“You like watching men?” She asks out of the blue.
“What?” I turn to look at her weird question.
“You…” her eyes fell to my erection, her head nod in that direction too, “like men in uniform?”
Looking down and seeing my erection making a tent-pole in my shorts, I shift my torso so it wasn’t as obvious. An embarrassing shiver fell across my body, my face turning red. I couldn’t tell her that my hard-on was from her, my brain tries to find a reasonable excuse for her.
“No…I uh….it’s just hot out.” Was the best I could come up with.
“It’s okay, you can tell me.” She says as she moves right next to me, her arm around my shoulder.
I could feel more blood rushing to my penis, stiffening it further. My earlier attempt to hide my erection succeeded for only few seconds, but now, it was poking up right at my shorts. Since Cara was at my right, I turn to my left to grab a pillow to cover it.
My hand was on the pillow, I was just about to grab and pull it when I felt something grab my penis tightly. My head immediately turn to my crotch, as her right hand had grabbed my erection in my shorts tightly. I look at Cara with embarrassment; my body frozen at what to do next.
“It’s okay,” her grip was tight on my cock, “tell me what’s making you horny.” She whispers in a sultry voice.
I let out a groan as she slowly moves her hand up and down just a little bit. “You look…so good in that shirt. Your big breasts…” I admitted as my heart beats faster.
Her left hand takes my hand and puts it on her chest. I was speechless as my hand was feeling, squeezing my sister-in-law’s breast. I angle my body slightly towards hers as my other hand went to her chest too, fondling her boobs.
She closes her eyes and lets out a small moan as my thumbs rubs against her nipples through her shirt and bra. Her hand was now jerking, squeezing more and more as I couldn’t believe my hands were finally feeling her big breasts after all these years.
Her free hand slips under my shirt, her bare hand on my back brought nervous sensations, like the first time I felt her sister up. Her hands slide to my waist band of my shorts, tugging at the sides. A devilish smile from her was all I needed as I shift my butt out to the edge of the sofa. Both of her hands grabs at the sides of my shorts and pushes it down to my knees and to the floor, my underwear going along with it. My erect penis stood straight out, and I could see a little pre-cum and dribble out.
She places her hand back on my penis, and I thought I would cum right then. Her warm hand slowly massages my cock as she repositions her body so that her head was on my thigh. I let her move, and once her head was on my thigh, I nervously pull her shirt up. She didn’t protest as the shirt rose, exposing her white bra. I kept raising her shirt, and then took it off her body.
Once she was lying there in her jeans and bra, all nerves went wayside and I knew I had to have her. For eight years I had wanted to see my sister-in-law naked, and now that she was letting me, I wanted to pound her pussy. I unclasp her bra and take it off. Her shirt had hid her chest marvelously. She was an easy C, maybe even a small D as her nipples were erect from me fondling them. I felt the urge to suck on them, as I feel her hands pushing my shirt up. I quickly grab my shirt and took it off, as I’m now completely naked in front of my sister-in-law.
I wanted to get her pants off, as her hand jerk me faster and faster, her face inches from my cock. I wanted to push her head, but decided to get her pants off first. My hand went to her jeans, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. Our naked bodies touch as I lean over her, pushing at her pants.
“No…” She said panting as she brought her face up. “Keep it on.”
“Just a little…” I replied, begging, pleading to her. She nods her head with slight hesitation. She sat up at her seat, and I tug her tight pants down. I expose her white smooth panties when her hands stop me. Her jeans sat at mid-upper thigh as her hand grabs at my cock again, my hands to each of her breasts. I lean in, her breasts in my face. Her nipples were stiff and firm in my mouth and every encircling lick elicited a moan of pleasure from her. I continue to kiss and suck her boobs, my hands falling to her panty ass, feeling the top of her panties and naked skin.
I move my hands to her thighs next, feeling her smooth thighs on the outside of both legs. Slowly, I push her jeans inch by inch. I could feel her breath on my penis, hot and heavy. She proceeds to engulf my cock, slowly taking more and more.
My wife was never a fan of blowjobs, and gave me a few licks before wanting me pound her pussy. Her sister though…she was getting my penis slicker and slicker with saliva, running her tongue along my shaft and knob. This is a blowjob! I wish she could teach her sister how to give one…
Her mouth giving my cock great pleasure, I moan loudly when her tongue runs over my sensitive know. I continue to inch her pants down, just reaching her knees. Knowing her arching pussy was now inches from my fingers, I put my hand in her crotch. Her hand immediately grabs mine, her mouth leaving my cock. Her hand props her up.
“That’s off limits.” She scowled.
I nodded, my hands back on her thighs and back, running my hands up and down, creasing her. Waiting for the right opportunity, her legs would spread a little when I massage and fondle her breast. Timing it just perfect, my hand quickly clasps her crotch before they close to feel her wet pussy. Only I didn’t feel a wet spot. Instead I felt a shaft…
She immediately sat up and froze; an embarrassing shock came on her face. I have been intrigued with Transsexuals, as I was a part-time cross-dresser myself, something my wife didn’t know about especially when I borrow her clothes sometimes. So my heart was pounding fast, when I realize she was actually a transsexual. I never thought I could ever meet one, but here’s my sister-in-law, hiding her tiny cock all along.
“It’s ok. I want to see it.” I said to her. A tear starts to form in the corner of her eye. I assure her that I want to do this. She finally gave me the go-ahead, as I slid her jeans off her legs. I assure her again, before I took the helm of her panties and slid it down her legs. She had closed her legs, but her cock came out, resting on her thighs. My eyes immediately glued to what was between her legs. Her little uncircumcised cock was soft, maybe 4 inches, but it look so cute on her hot feminine body, smooth and clean.
“You look so hot and beautiful.” I said to her, still staring at her cock. That elicits a smile from her as I move closer to her sexy body, my hands run up and down her thighs, trying to relax her and open her legs.
I lean my head down, kissing her breast, taking as much as I could into my mouth. I lick and suck each of her globes, as she relaxes more and more. My hand then came up to her penis. I wrap my fingers around her soft shaft, my palm cupping her warm balls; I jerk her penis back and forth. I could tell she was enjoying this, as I could hear her moan above, her cock slowly becomes erect.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a cock inside. I want you to fuck me.” She says. She doesn’t need to tell me twice as I got up to get into position. She positions herself in the corner of the L-shape sofa, spreading her legs with her feet on the couch, she leans back, her head prop up by a pillow. Her butt is at the edge of the sofa, her cock pointing up; it was a very inviting sight.
“Wait, you have some lotion and condom?” She asks. I nod, and quickly ran to my bedroom to grab the bottle of moisturizing lotion and a condom from the drawer. I ran back to the living room, tearing the packaging apart and slide the condom on my penis. I put some lotion on the condom and fingers, slipping a finger into her tight asshole and slowly finger fuck her. Adding more lotion to my fingers, I continue to lubricate her tiny asshole.
Her head fell back, her eyes closed as she moans. I couldn’t wait as her asshole seems to beg to be filled. I quickly position myself between her legs, my cock right at her entrance. Her hands held her ass cheeks apart, exposing her hole, pleading to be fucked. I look up at her, and she nods for me to go ahead.
I push my cock in when I felt a sensation like something pushing back against my tip. I ease off a little, and then pressed again. Cara groaned softly, the pressure against the head of my cock increases. Pushing slowly, the pressure slowly spread around the head of my dick. My penis was going in!
Then she clamped up on me and I almost came right there. After a second she relaxed again, and I felt my cock pushing a little deeper inside. I was in heaven. Her butthole kept clenching at my dick like it didn't want it there. Cara was gasping and pulling her fingers into the sofa. For a second I wondered if it hurt, but then I felt my pubic bone come to rest against the soft skin of her butt and realized that I was all the way inside. My six inches had disappeared into my sister-in-law’s ass.
Instinct took over, and I grabbed her by the waist and started fucking her. It was so intense that I forgot about being gentle or anything else, the only thought in my head was the feeling of her butt squeezing up around my cock. I increase my rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of her tight ass. My balls slap at her ass cheeks as I keep burying my penis fully into her. Cara squealed and squirmed underneath me, her voice alternating from low grunts to high-pitched squeaks. I pounded her ass, her breathing became rapid, her breasts juggling back and forth as I ram my penis into her, her chest rising and falling as her breathing got heavier. I felt her ass grabbing at my dick and her body shuddering underneath me. Her sphincter tightens its grip on my cock, and I grab both of her thighs, pulling her towards me while with a final thrust, I pushed in as deep as I could and started cumming harder and harder than I ever had before in my life.
I shuddered, my cock jerking spastically in the tight grip of her butt as I flood the condom with my sperm. As the last pulses faded I fell to my knees, my head spinning. She was panting and groaning softly, the muscles in her ass still trying to push me out. I carefully pulled out of her, the tip of the condom loaded with white liquid. I pulled it off, dropping it on the coffee table sat up next to my sister-in-law. She hadn't moved much, her legs still open wide on the sofa, her arms at each side as she was in a state of ecstasy as she continues to breath hard.. I started rubbing her breast a little, when I saw that she had cum all over her stomach. Her cum wasn’t as much as mine, and it was clear instead of white. I grab my t-shirt and wipe it off of her body.
“You ok?” I ask.
She could only nod in response, her chest rising and falling as she tries to get air back into her lungs. Then I heard a faint sound of the garage open.
“They’re back!” I said loudly. Her head props up as she realizes what I said, and I grab our clothes off the floor. I gave her her clothes as she throws me some of mine. I almost forgot the condom and lotion, running back to the coffee table to grab it, before running to the master bathroom. Cara had already gone into the other bathroom to clean herself up.
I quickly dress, and came out just as they reach the top of the stairs. My heart still pumping fast, I led the way, seeing if there was any other evidence of our sexual romp. Cara steps out, and without missing a beat, asks how the ice-cream was to her . We didn’t speak a word to each other the rest of the day, which was ‘normal’ between us.
They left a few hours later, and I stood there waving goodbye, smiling as I had buttfucked my sister-in-law.
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