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CARLA’S HELPING HAND

This story is about Carla, and George.  Carla and George, both live in an upper class, suburban neighborhood.  George is 48 years old, a very intelligent, and well respected cardiovascular doctor who is committed to his practice, and his success is proof of it.  Carla is 19 years old, she is very smart in school, very shy and reserved around most people (especially strangers), a very soft voice, and just a timid & reserved person overall.  Most people would call her a nerd, because she fits the term perfectly, right down to the nerdy glasses she wears all the time  But there is one thing about Carla that just does not match her reserved & shy persona, and that is her appearance.  Carla has a rich caramel skin tone, luscious thighs, a full chest, a slim waist, & an ass that is so big & round, and fits perfectly in proportion with the thickness of her legs & thighs.  Carla looks like she would fit in perfectly in an ass shaking contest, and you would bet every dollar in your pocket that she would win.  Carla comes from a very religious & strict family.  Her father is the pastor of a popular church in the city, her mother is very active in the church also, so they place their religious values on Carla very heavily.  As a result, Carla has only attended all girls schools all of her life, she was never allowed to have a boyfriend, or male friends over, she has to wear very conservative clothing in an attempt to hide her voluptuous figure, which she fails to do so, because her sexy body is still visible to a gazing eye, and damn does she attract attention.  Carla is still a virgin, and has only kissed one guy from her church that she had a crush on when she was 17.  Things have changed now for Carla, now that she had her first year away in college.  She has met other girls that have had sex before, and for the first time, she was around a large number of guys and saw the attention that she attracted.  Staying true to her values, she kept her head in the books during her first year away at school, making her parents and herself proud.  This is where this story begins.  Carla has come home for summer break, and George gets to see his favorite, kind neighbor again.

George has been on leave, away from work due to a sprained ankle he suffered while playing tennis with a co-worker in his backyard.  It’s around noon, and George is just now getting up to go outside and get the newspaper.

He goes out to the driveway getting the newspaper, when he sees his next door neighbors, Carl and Brenda pulling their truck into the driveway.  George gives a wave, as Carl and Brenda get out the front of the car.

CARL: How you doing George?

GEORGE: Hey Carl, I’m making it.

Then George sees the back door open, and sees Carla getting out of the truck.  George hadn’t seen Carla since the end of last semester, before she left for college, so it was a surprise for him.  Not only was George surprised to see Carla, he was happy.  George knew it wasn’t exactly appropriate to look at Carla the way that he did, even though she was 19 years old now, but he felt a little guilt because Carla and his daughter Jessica, had been good friends when they were younger, up until 3 years ago when Jessica moved with her mother, after the divorce.  Although Jessica moved with her mother, Carla would still speak to George in passing, to and from home.  Their families were very social with one another, because they were 2 of the few black families in the neighborhood, so they had that in common, & she also was very fond of George’s poodle named Hercules, so Carla would always like to come over & play with Hercules.  Of course she would go over whenever her parents were holding meetings at church, because they would never approve of Carla being inside alone with George, even though they considered him a friend & neighbor.  George himself would never look at Carla in a sexual away until one day when she was 18 and was over playing with Hercules.  George remembers watching her lay on her belly, on the carpet, playing with the dog and he could see how big & round her ass was & saw how it was jiggling in a pair of shorts that she was wearing that she would only wear inside of the house, and how voluptuous her titties were in her t-shirt when she would roll over on the ground, imitating Hercules rolling over.  George had the image burned into his memory & would even jerk off some nights when the thought would consume his mind.  And now here she is, back again.

CARLA: Hi Mr. George.

GEORGE: Hi Carla.

Carla and her family walk away into the house, leaving George watching her walk away, as he remembers that great day when Carla was rolling around in those shorts.  The thought was beginning to make him hard in his PJs.  

After Carla eats a sandwich downstairs with her parents, she heads upstairs to her room, to get out her dress, for the evening prayer meeting that she will be going to later on with her parents.  Her mother and father first have to make hospital visits to members of the church, so they are leaving, and will be back in a few hours to pick up Carla, for prayer meeting at church.

In her room, Carla goes through her dresses, going through one after another, and comes across a white & green dress that she likes.  It is by far the shortest dress that her parents have allowed her to have, & and it’s not saying much, being that it stops just below her knees.  Although the dress would appear conservative on most, this dress still could not conceal Carla’s sexy shape, and her ass poked out for all eyes to see.  Carla looked at herself in the mirror in her dress, she had always liked how she looked in it, and pulled the dress up, so she could admire her legs.  

She loved how she looked, she liked her figure, and was beginning to get adjusted to the attention from the guys that she got at her college.  Guys were tripping over themselves trying to get between Carla’s legs, but all were unsuccessful in their attempts, & the few that Carla did give her attention to, they gave up in their pursuit, after Carla made it very clear that no messing around was going down at all.  

Carla finishes getting dressed, but she is early, and has about an hour to kill before her parents come to pick her up for church.  She tries to find something on tv, but doesn’t find anything on the few channels that her parents haven’t had blocked.  Carla then decides that she should go visit George & Hercules. 

George answers the door bell and sees Carla at his door, dressed in her purple dress.  George is beyond impressed.

GEORGE: Hey!

CARLA: Hi!

Hercules comes running to the door to greet Carla and she bends down to pet him up.

GEORGE: Come on in.

They come inside, make their way to George’s living room sofa, and take a seat.  Carla pets Hercules, who has taken a spot by Carla’s feet.

GEORGE: You’re all dressed up.  Got a church event later?

CARLA: Yea, a prayer meeting tonight.

GEORGE: Can I get you some water?

CARLA: No thank you, I’m fine.

While Carla isn’t paying attention, George watches Carla with his lustful eyes.  He looks at her flawless pedicured feet, up to her silky smooth legs, that were glistening from freshly applied lotion.  George could only think about rubbing Carla’s legs up and down.  He could imagine how soft they are.

GEORGE: So how was the first year of college.

CARLA: It was very challenging, of course, a big increase in the school work, and the pace of the classroom, but I enjoyed it a lot.  I made all A’s!

GEORGE: Well I was sure you wouldn’t have a problem with the academics, no matter what school you went to.  How are you getting along there socially? Made any cool, new friends?

CARLA: I don’t think you would call the friends I have made there, cool *laughs* but I made a few friends.

GEORGE: Did you find a lucky guy yet?

Carla bashfully laughs, being a little embarrassed about the subject.

CARLA: No.  Not yet.

GEORGE: I’m sure they’re beating the doors down trying to get a date with you.

CARLA: That’s the thing.  We go on a few dates, then after we get to know things about each other, it’s like they vanish.  I think it’s the no sex thing that runs them off.  

GEORGE: Honestly, a lot of guys that age are only concerned about sex, but I am sure there has got to be some nice guy there that would see more than a sexual attraction to you.

CARLA: Yea.  Maybe.  I don’t want to be a girl that gives out before marriage.  I just wish that guys weren’t so focused on sex.

GEORGE: *laughing* In my day, a guy would be satisfied with just a good jerk at the end of a date, by a girl we liked.

CARLA: A what?

George is slightly embarrassed, because he was assuming that Carla at least knew what that was.

GEORGE: A jerk…

CARLA: What is that?

GEORGE: Wow.  Ok.  Ummm.  How can I say this?…It’s masturbating a guy for him.

CARLA: Oh.

GEORGE: Yea.

There’s an awkward silence now between the 2.  This is the first time, their conversation has ever gotten into these waters, so it is new territory for both of them.  Hercules breaks the silence when he starts barking and runs to the back door, pawing at the door, wanting to go outside.  George gets up, lets the dog out the back door, and returns to his spot on the sofa, next to Carla.

GEORGE: I didn’t mean to–

CARLA: It’s ok.  I’m not a kid anymore.  I wish my parents would see that too.

GEORGE: You’re right.

CARLA: So guys my age like for a girl to do that for them?

GEORGE: Of course.  It’s a good substitute for sex, because it isn’t really sex.  It’s more of like a very personal & private massage for someone.

CARLA: That’s true.  It’s not sex, but it’s touching on private parts, and that doesn’t sound like a holy way of doing things.  I don’t want to be treated like a kid anymore, but I do have holy values.

GEORGE: It’s nothing unholy about it.  I see it as giving a helping hand to someone you like.  And trust me, after it is done, the guy will be so relieved, he will see it as something good enough that’s close to sex.

CARLA: Maybe one day, if I’m on a good date with a nice guy.  But I wouldn’t know how to do it, or even begin. 

GEORGE: It’s something you can learn easily.

The fact that Carla is discussing this with him is blowing George’s mind, and making him extremely hard in his PJs.  It’s quickly rising up to full attention.

Carla notices George getting hard in his PJs.  It’s not the first time she has noticed a guy have a hard dick, although it was a new experience once she got to college.  She would be in one on one meetings with her male professors and they would always have hard wood being alone with her, the guys would get a hard dick while they were on dates, so this wasn’t new to Carla.  The only thing that was new, was that it was George.  

Carla is trying to decide if this means it is time to go, or if she will stick around a little while longer because honestly, Carla had admitted to herself that she found it flattering that guys had lust for her.  So she decided not to leave, but to stick around, & add just a little to George’s thoughts.  Carla gracefully crosses her legs, which exposes more of her succulent legs to George, & he takes full notice.

CARLA: Just one hand?

GEORGE: Or 2.  But a beginner should start with one, while learning.

George feels trapped now.  He can’t get up because he knows Carla will for sure see his dick hard, but he knows she would definitely see it with it steady rising while he talks to her.

George grabs a candle from the table beside the sofa and hands it to Carla.

GEORGE: Here. Use this to practice.  Take your hand.  Wrap it around the candle with a fairly loose grip and go up & down.

Carla moves her hand up & down on the candle, almost like a robot, with no rhythm or grace to it at all.

GEORGE: It’s all in your wrist. Loosen up your wrist.

Carla’s motion improves somewhat after she loosens her wrist.

CARLA: Better?

George looks at Carla going  up and down on the candle, imagining it’s his dick.

GEORGE: Yup.

CARLA: But wouldn’t the real thing be a lot thicker than this?

GEORGE: Well that depends on the guy.

CARLA: What is average?

GEORGE: *laughs* I don’t know.

Carla looks at George’s crotch.

GEORGE: I’m a little above average I guess.  The guys at your school might not be my size.

CARLA: I only saw one once, when I was 17.  It was by accident, but it wasn’t big.

George’s mind starts to go crazy, wondering how she saw a guy’s dick before.  The mystery made him get harder.  At this point, George can’t take it any longer, and he knows this is a rare opportunity for him, because he has never been this intimate with Carla, and there is no telling if it may happen again.

GEORGE: Only real practice would get you ready.

Right away, Carla knew exactly what George meant.  She knew now, that George wanted her to jerk his meat.  Although Carla was flattered that George was so hard from her, and she intentionally crossed her legs to drive him crazy & catch his eye, Carla was not ready to take any action.

CARLA: We shouldn’t do that.

GEORGE: Why not?

CARLA: I don’t think it’s right.  I think even talking about all of this is a mistake now.

Carla starts to get up, but George quickly grabs her wrist, for her to stay next to him on the couch.

GEORGE: No. No. No. It’s ok, stay.  You said you don’t want to be treated like a kid anymore right? I can teach you things, like how to give a good jerk, to keep those horny boys from thirsting from you not giving them any sex.

Carla doesn’t resist.  George picks up on her submission, while he still has a hold on her wrist, he slowly moves her hand on top of his crotch so she can feel how hard he is in his PJs.  He moves her wrist around, moving her palm over his dick.  Carla lets him direct her hand with his grip, while she looks down at his dick bulging in his pants.  

George then moves her hand under his pants and on his bare dick.

GEORGE: *whispers* go ahead. Hold it.

Carla takes on a light grip around George’s dick.  She can feel the veins protruding his skin, and she feels his dick throbbing.  The touch of Carla’s soft hands has George in heaven.

George eases his pants down, exposing his full dick and balls.

With his hand still around Carla’s wrist, he guides her grip up & down on his dick.

GEORGE: *whispers* that’s it. nice soft grip.

George is enjoying the slow, loose grip handjob he’s getting from Carla.  He is also enjoying his view of Carla.  Her thick legs still crossed, showing those caramel legs, & her pretty face that looks so innocent is turning him on beyond what he imagined.  

Carla looks down at George guiding her hand up & down on his hard dick, wondering if it would get even harder than what it is.

George lets go of her wrist and Carla keeps the same slow & steady pace.  Moving her hand up & down.

GEORGE: Give a little twist when you get to the top.

Carla obeys and gives a little twist when she reaches the top on her next slow jerk, & looks at George for his approval.

GEORGE: Yes. Just like that.

Carla continues the jerk and twist motion in a slow rhythm that has George’s dick throbbing and precumming.  

The site of the precum surprises Carla, & it makes her stop mid motion.

CARLA: What’s that?

GEORGE: Just precum, keep going, you’re doing so good.

Carla continues her up & down motion, with a twist at the head.  George is enjoying it so much, that George’s gulp can be heard in the silence, of nothing but the slight noise of Carla’s hand going up & down on George’s dick.

Carla looks at George with her innocent eyes, with genuine concern.

CARLA: You ok? GEORGE: Yes Carla. It just feels so good.

Carla feeling a little more confident now, begins to pick up the pace just a little bit & just as she does, George’s throbbing dick can’t take it any longer.  His dick erupts like he hasn’t seen it erupt ever in his life.  The first spray of cum shoots straight up in the air, landing on Carla’s thick thigh.  The second spray right behind it gets on Carla’s dress, and the remaining spurts that followed, dropped right back in George’s lap.

Shocked at her first sight of cum.  Carla holds her hand out that’s covered with George’s cum, not sure what to do with it, looking at it like it is a foreign substance.

CARLA: I have to change out of this dress now.  My parents would have wanted me to wear something different anyway.

END.

THE PICTURE USED, IS INTENDED FOR YOUR IMAGINATION ONLY.  CARLA IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.  THE PICTURE IS FOR YOU TO IMAGINE WHAT CARLY LOOKS LIKE AS A CHARACTER.  

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CARLA’S HELPING HAND

This story is about Carla, and George.  Carla and George, both live in an upper class, suburban neighborhood.  George is 48 years old, a very intelligent, and well respected cardiovascular doctor who is committed to his practice, and his success is proof of it.  Carla is 19 years old, she is very smart in school, very shy and reserved around most people (especially strangers), a very soft voice, and just a timid & reserved person overall.  Most people would call her a nerd, because she fits the term perfectly, right down to the nerdy glasses she wears all the time  But there is one thing about Carla that just does not match her reserved & shy persona, and that is her appearance.  Carla has a rich caramel skin tone, luscious thighs, a full chest, a slim waist, & an ass that is so big & round, and fits perfectly in proportion with the thickness of her legs & thighs.  Carla looks like she would fit in perfectly in an ass shaking contest, and you would bet every dollar in your pocket that she would win.  Carla comes from a very religious & strict family.  Her father is the pastor of a popular church in the city, her mother is very active in the church also, so they place their religious values on Carla very heavily.  As a result, Carla has only attended all girls schools all of her life, she was never allowed to have a boyfriend, or male friends over, she has to wear very conservative clothing in an attempt to hide her voluptuous figure, which she fails to do so, because her sexy body is still visible to a gazing eye, and damn does she attract attention.  Carla is still a virgin, and has only kissed one guy from her church that she had a crush on when she was 17.  Things have changed now for Carla, now that she had her first year away in college.  She has met other girls that have had sex before, and for the first time, she was around a large number of guys and saw the attention that she attracted.  Staying true to her values, she kept her head in the books during her first year away at school, making her parents and herself proud.  This is where this story begins.  Carla has come home for summer break, and George gets to see his favorite, kind neighbor again.

George has been on leave, away from work due to a sprained ankle he suffered while playing tennis with a co-worker in his backyard.  It’s around noon, and George is just now getting up to go outside and get the newspaper.

He goes out to the driveway getting the newspaper, when he sees his next door neighbors, Carl and Brenda pulling their truck into the driveway.  George gives a wave, as Carl and Brenda get out the front of the car.

CARL: How you doing George?

GEORGE: Hey Carl, I’m making it.

Then George sees the back door open, and sees Carla getting out of the truck.  George hadn’t seen Carla since the end of last semester, before she left for college, so it was a surprise for him.  Not only was George surprised to see Carla, he was happy.  George knew it wasn’t exactly appropriate to look at Carla the way that he did, even though she was 19 years old now, but he felt a little guilt because Carla and his daughter Jessica, had been good friends when they were younger, up until 3 years ago when Jessica moved with her mother, after the divorce.  Although Jessica moved with her mother, Carla would still speak to George in passing, to and from home.  Their families were very social with one another, because they were 2 of the few black families in the neighborhood, so they had that in common, & she also was very fond of George’s poodle named Hercules, so Carla would always like to come over & play with Hercules.  Of course she would go over whenever her parents were holding meetings at church, because they would never approve of Carla being inside alone with George, even though they considered him a friend & neighbor.  George himself would never look at Carla in a sexual away until one day when she was 18 and was over playing with Hercules.  George remembers watching her lay on her belly, on the carpet, playing with the dog and he could see how big & round her ass was & saw how it was jiggling in a pair of shorts that she was wearing that she would only wear inside of the house, and how voluptuous her titties were in her t-shirt when she would roll over on the ground, imitating Hercules rolling over.  George had the image burned into his memory & would even jerk off some nights when the thought would consume his mind.  And now here she is, back again.

CARLA: Hi Mr. George.

GEORGE: Hi Carla.

Carla and her family walk away into the house, leaving George watching her walk away, as he remembers that great day when Carla was rolling around in those shorts.  The thought was beginning to make him hard in his PJs.  

After Carla eats a sandwich downstairs with her parents, she heads upstairs to her room, to get out her dress, for the evening prayer meeting that she will be going to later on with her parents.  Her mother and father first have to make hospital visits to members of the church, so they are leaving, and will be back in a few hours to pick up Carla, for prayer meeting at church.

In her room, Carla goes through her dresses, going through one after another, and comes across a white & green dress that she likes.  It is by far the shortest dress that her parents have allowed her to have, & and it’s not saying much, being that it stops just below her knees.  Although the dress would appear conservative on most, this dress still could not conceal Carla’s sexy shape, and her ass poked out for all eyes to see.  Carla looked at herself in the mirror in her dress, she had always liked how she looked in it, and pulled the dress up, so she could admire her legs.  

She loved how she looked, she liked her figure, and was beginning to get adjusted to the attention from the guys that she got at her college.  Guys were tripping over themselves trying to get between Carla’s legs, but all were unsuccessful in their attempts, & the few that Carla did give her attention to, they gave up in their pursuit, after Carla made it very clear that no messing around was going down at all.  

Carla finishes getting dressed, but she is early, and has about an hour to kill before her parents come to pick her up for church.  She tries to find something on tv, but doesn’t find anything on the few channels that her parents haven’t had blocked.  Carla then decides that she should go visit George & Hercules. 

George answers the door bell and sees Carla at his door, dressed in her purple dress.  George is beyond impressed.

GEORGE: Hey!

CARLA: Hi!

Hercules comes running to the door to greet Carla and she bends down to pet him up.

GEORGE: Come on in.

They come inside, make their way to George’s living room sofa, and take a seat.  Carla pets Hercules, who has taken a spot by Carla’s feet.

GEORGE: You’re all dressed up.  Got a church event later?

CARLA: Yea, a prayer meeting tonight.

GEORGE: Can I get you some water?

CARLA: No thank you, I’m fine.

While Carla isn’t paying attention, George watches Carla with his lustful eyes.  He looks at her flawless pedicured feet, up to her silky smooth legs, that were glistening from freshly applied lotion.  George could only think about rubbing Carla’s legs up and down.  He could imagine how soft they are.

GEORGE: So how was the first year of college.

CARLA: It was very challenging, of course, a big increase in the school work, and the pace of the classroom, but I enjoyed it a lot.  I made all A’s!

GEORGE: Well I was sure you wouldn’t have a problem with the academics, no matter what school you went to.  How are you getting along there socially? Made any cool, new friends?

CARLA: I don’t think you would call the friends I have made there, cool *laughs* but I made a few friends.

GEORGE: Did you find a lucky guy yet?

Carla bashfully laughs, being a little embarrassed about the subject.

CARLA: No.  Not yet.

GEORGE: I’m sure they’re beating the doors down trying to get a date with you.

CARLA: That’s the thing.  We go on a few dates, then after we get to know things about each other, it’s like they vanish.  I think it’s the no sex thing that runs them off.  

GEORGE: Honestly, a lot of guys that age are only concerned about sex, but I am sure there has got to be some nice guy there that would see more than a sexual attraction to you.

CARLA: Yea.  Maybe.  I don’t want to be a girl that gives out before marriage.  I just wish that guys weren’t so focused on sex.

GEORGE: *laughing* In my day, a guy would be satisfied with just a good jerk at the end of a date, by a girl we liked.

CARLA: A what?

George is slightly embarrassed, because he was assuming that Carla at least knew what that was.

GEORGE: A jerk…

CARLA: What is that?

GEORGE: Wow.  Ok.  Ummm.  How can I say this?…It’s masturbating a guy for him.

CARLA: Oh.

GEORGE: Yea.

There’s an awkward silence now between the 2.  This is the first time, their conversation has ever gotten into these waters, so it is new territory for both of them.  Hercules breaks the silence when he starts barking and runs to the back door, pawing at the door, wanting to go outside.  George gets up, lets the dog out the back door, and returns to his spot on the sofa, next to Carla.

GEORGE: I didn’t mean to–

CARLA: It’s ok.  I’m not a kid anymore.  I wish my parents would see that too.

GEORGE: You’re right.

CARLA: So guys my age like for a girl to do that for them?

GEORGE: Of course.  It’s a good substitute for sex, because it isn’t really sex.  It’s more of like a very personal & private massage for someone.

CARLA: That’s true.  It’s not sex, but it’s touching on private parts, and that doesn’t sound like a holy way of doing things.  I don’t want to be treated like a kid anymore, but I do have holy values.

GEORGE: It’s nothing unholy about it.  I see it as giving a helping hand to someone you like.  And trust me, after it is done, the guy will be so relieved, he will see it as something good enough that’s close to sex.

CARLA: Maybe one day, if I’m on a good date with a nice guy.  But I wouldn’t know how to do it, or even begin. 

GEORGE: It’s something you can learn easily.

The fact that Carla is discussing this with him is blowing George’s mind, and making him extremely hard in his PJs.  It’s quickly rising up to full attention.

Carla notices George getting hard in his PJs.  It’s not the first time she has noticed a guy have a hard dick, although it was a new experience once she got to college.  She would be in one on one meetings with her male professors and they would always have hard wood being alone with her, the guys would get a hard dick while they were on dates, so this wasn’t new to Carla.  The only thing that was new, was that it was George.  

Carla is trying to decide if this means it is time to go, or if she will stick around a little while longer because honestly, Carla had admitted to herself that she found it flattering that guys had lust for her.  So she decided not to leave, but to stick around, & add just a little to George’s thoughts.  Carla gracefully crosses her legs, which exposes more of her succulent legs to George, & he takes full notice.

CARLA: Just one hand?

GEORGE: Or 2.  But a beginner should start with one, while learning.

George feels trapped now.  He can’t get up because he knows Carla will for sure see his dick hard, but he knows she would definitely see it with it steady rising while he talks to her.

George grabs a candle from the table beside the sofa and hands it to Carla.

GEORGE: Here. Use this to practice.  Take your hand.  Wrap it around the candle with a fairly loose grip and go up & down.

Carla moves her hand up & down on the candle, almost like a robot, with no rhythm or grace to it at all.

GEORGE: It’s all in your wrist. Loosen up your wrist.

Carla’s motion improves somewhat after she loosens her wrist.

CARLA: Better?

George looks at Carla going  up and down on the candle, imagining it’s his dick.

GEORGE: Yup.

CARLA: But wouldn’t the real thing be a lot thicker than this?

GEORGE: Well that depends on the guy.

CARLA: What is average?

GEORGE: *laughs* I don’t know.

Carla looks at George’s crotch.

GEORGE: I’m a little above average I guess.  The guys at your school might not be my size.

CARLA: I only saw one once, when I was 17.  It was by accident, but it wasn’t big.

George’s mind starts to go crazy, wondering how she saw a guy’s dick before.  The mystery made him get harder.  At this point, George can’t take it any longer, and he knows this is a rare opportunity for him, because he has never been this intimate with Carla, and there is no telling if it may happen again.

GEORGE: Only real practice would get you ready.

Right away, Carla knew exactly what George meant.  She knew now, that George wanted her to jerk his meat.  Although Carla was flattered that George was so hard from her, and she intentionally crossed her legs to drive him crazy & catch his eye, Carla was not ready to take any action.

CARLA: We shouldn’t do that.

GEORGE: Why not?

CARLA: I don’t think it’s right.  I think even talking about all of this is a mistake now.

Carla starts to get up, but George quickly grabs her wrist, for her to stay next to him on the couch.

GEORGE: No. No. No. It’s ok, stay.  You said you don’t want to be treated like a kid anymore right? I can teach you things, like how to give a good jerk, to keep those horny boys from thirsting from you not giving them any sex.

Carla doesn’t resist.  George picks up on her submission, while he still has a hold on her wrist, he slowly moves her hand on top of his crotch so she can feel how hard he is in his PJs.  He moves her wrist around, moving her palm over his dick.  Carla lets him direct her hand with his grip, while she looks down at his dick bulging in his pants.  

George then moves her hand under his pants and on his bare dick.

GEORGE: *whispers* go ahead. Hold it.

Carla takes on a light grip around George’s dick.  She can feel the veins protruding his skin, and she feels his dick throbbing.  The touch of Carla’s soft hands has George in heaven.

George eases his pants down, exposing his full dick and balls.

With his hand still around Carla’s wrist, he guides her grip up & down on his dick.

GEORGE: *whispers* that’s it. nice soft grip.

George is enjoying the slow, loose grip handjob he’s getting from Carla.  He is also enjoying his view of Carla.  Her thick legs still crossed, showing those caramel legs, & her pretty face that looks so innocent is turning him on beyond what he imagined.  

Carla looks down at George guiding her hand up & down on his hard dick, wondering if it would get even harder than what it is.

George lets go of her wrist and Carla keeps the same slow & steady pace.  Moving her hand up & down.

GEORGE: Give a little twist when you get to the top.

Carla obeys and gives a little twist when she reaches the top on her next slow jerk, & looks at George for his approval.

GEORGE: Yes. Just like that.

Carla continues the jerk and twist motion in a slow rhythm that has George’s dick throbbing and precumming.  

The site of the precum surprises Carla, & it makes her stop mid motion.

CARLA: What’s that?

GEORGE: Just precum, keep going, you’re doing so good.

Carla continues her up & down motion, with a twist at the head.  George is enjoying it so much, that George’s gulp can be heard in the silence, of nothing but the slight noise of Carla’s hand going up & down on George’s dick.

Carla looks at George with her innocent eyes, with genuine concern.

CARLA: You ok? GEORGE: Yes Carla. It just feels so good.

Carla feeling a little more confident now, begins to pick up the pace just a little bit & just as she does, George’s throbbing dick can’t take it any longer.  His dick erupts like he hasn’t seen it erupt ever in his life.  The first spray of cum shoots straight up in the air, landing on Carla’s thick thigh.  The second spray right behind it gets on Carla’s dress, and the remaining spurts that followed, dropped right back in George’s lap.

Shocked at her first sight of cum.  Carla holds her hand out that’s covered with George’s cum, not sure what to do with it, looking at it like it is a foreign substance.

CARLA: I have to change out of this dress now.  My parents would have wanted me to wear something different anyway.

END.

THE PICTURE USED, IS INTENDED FOR YOUR IMAGINATION ONLY.  CARLA IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.  THE PICTURE IS FOR YOU TO IMAGINE WHAT CARLY LOOKS LIKE AS A CHARACTER.  

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NANCY’S DILEMMA (ANTHONY & NANCY PT2)

If you have not read “ANTHONY GETS HEAD FROM A MILF” then read it before reading the following story, as it is part 1, and the prelude to part 2. In part 1, you get a description of Nancy (the milf), background on how she met Anthony, and hypothetical pictures of Nancy for imaginative purposes. Enjoy part 2.

Part 2 of this story picks up about a week later after Nancy gave Anthony the best 30 seconds of head he has ever had.

Nancy is downstairs on the sofa, drinking her morning coffee, fresh out of an earlier shower, wearing a conservative & long white bath robe. Dave & her son Jacob come downstairs holding a football.

DAVE: We’re going to the park, to throw the pig skin around, we’ll be back in time for lunch.

NANCY: Ok boys, have fun.

David and Jacob kiss Nancy on the cheek & then head out the door.

Nancy sits on the sofa awhile, looking through a gardening magazine, & out of nowhere she remembers what happened last week between her & Anthony. She had been trying to block it out of her mind. She felt guilt for a number of reasons. One is, she loves David with her heart & has never cheated on him before, another is she had never messed around with anyone so much younger than her. The thought that Anthony was only 20, & she being 35 bothered her because of the age gap. And there was the regret of messing around with someone like Anthony. Anthony was not the type of guy that Nancy would have ever gave the time of day to when she was avaialable for dating, or in her younger days. Anthony sells weed, has dread locs, he’s short & slim. Nancy has always given her attention to legitimate working guys that have prestigious positions, clean cut, muscular, & portrayed the “perfect image” (you guys know what I mean). So it threw Nancy off a bit as to why she went so far with giving Anthony a sample of her head skills. But there was a part that Nancy tried her best to ignore, & that was that she liked sucking dick & genuinely missed doing it since being with her husband who does not condone oral sex. Nancy also liked how fast Anthony busted his nut. Nancy had made her previous boyfriends bust a fast nut from her head game but never in 30 seconds, but about 2 minutes. Nancy also liked how much Anthony moaned from her sucking.

Nancy’s thoughts were getting to her & she didn’t know how things were going to play out now that she needed more weed. She wants to text Anthony to get more weed, but she hopes he’s not going to expect to get his dick sucked again. Nancy chalked it up as a one time thing, a mistake, an impulse decision made in the heat of a moment.

Nancy grabs her phone off of the coffee table.

NANCY: (Text) Hey, can I buy an eighth from you today? Preferably within the next hour.

Anthony is sitting on the sofa smoking a blunt & watching tv with his roommate Nathan, when he gets the text. He sees it is Nancy & he immediately feels a rush go through his body. Nancy was all Anthony has been able to think about for the past week. Images keep running through his head of how sexy Nancy looked in the car, how big her lips were with the shiny gloss she always wore, he could still see how she looked with the head of his dick between her lips, & he could see the images replaying over & over of when he busted his nut that he knew Nancy wasn’t expecting. He could even still hear the noise from her suction. Anthony had never had his dick sucked like that before & never by a woman with the beauty of Nancy. He knew he was lucky. Anthony wanted to play the situation cool, so he didn’t text Nancy afterwards about it, knowing that she’s married, he waited for her.

ANTHONY: (Text) Yea, that’s cool.

NANCY: (Text) K.

Nancy arrives at Anthony’s apartment complex.

NANCY: (Text) Here.

Anthony comes outside & gets in Nancy’s car. Nancy made sure to dress covered up this time, wearing a pair of pants & a T-shirt. Even though she wasn’t showing any skin, Anthony was still turned on at the site of her. He loved her thick thighs & there was no way Nancy could hide her big DSLs. Anthony’s dick starts to get hard.

Nancy takes cash out of her pocket, gives it to Anthony & Anthony gives her the bag of weed.

Nancy: Thanks. The weed was really good last time. Is it the same stuff?

ANTHONY: Yup.

NANCY: Ok. Well I better get going. I gotta get back home.

ANTHONY: Ok. Later.

Later on that evening, Anthony is laying in bed, replaying in his head for about the 1,456th time now, of Nancy’s 30 second sample she gave him. He holds his hard dick in his hand, beginning to stroke himself at the thoughts in his head. He starts to wish that she would have done it again earlier. He keeps stroking, now replaying in his head the moment that he busted his nut in Nancy’s mouth.

Anthony can’t take it anymore and grabs his phone.

ANTHONY: (Text) You try the weed yet?

Nancy is laying in bed with her husband, watching a movie when she gets the text. She sees that it’s Anthony and holds her phone close, in case David’s eyes land in her direction.

NANCY: (Text) No, not yet.

ANTHONY: (Text) Oh ok.

NANCY: (Text) I will let you know when I do.

Anthony says to himself “fuck it, I’m going for it”

ANTHONY: (Text) I can’t get that sample out of my head

Nancy reads the text & isn’t sure what to respond back. She doesn’t want to upset him & not be able to get weed anymore & be forced to find a new person to buy from all over again.

Anthony hasn’t received a reply yet after 15 minutes. He starts to worry that he pissed her off, or maybe her husband saw the text.

NANCY: (Text) I don’t know what got into me, honestly. That was so not me. I haven’t done anything like that before.

ANTHONY: (Text) I hope you don’t regret it. Cuz it felt so fucking good to me. I think about it all the time, it’s the best I had.

Nancy is caught off guard by his text & it actually flatters Nancy. She loved how much Anthony enjoyed it & that he thinks about it the way he does.

NANCY: (Text) I regret it a little, because I’m married, & the age difference.

ANTHONY: (Text) Yea but he won’t find out.

NANCY: (Text) I hope not

ANTHONY: (Text) Would you do it again?

NANCY: (Text) No.

ANTHONY: (Text) Why not?

NANCY: (Text) Do I really have to explain again?

ANTHONY: (Text) My bad. I just want it again so bad.

Nancy is again flattered how much Anthony loved her sucking.

NANCY: (Text) Sorry. I’m not trying to ruin things in my marriage.

ANTHONY: What if it’s just one more time? I don’t think he will find out, just like he never found out about all the times we met up for your weed.

Nancy realizes that Anthony has a good point. Dave was so oblivious that he never once suspected anything during all of the times she met up with Anthony to get weed. Nancy also realized again just how good she was, and she truly missed sucking dick. So she figured, one more time wouldn’t hurt, she could block out the age gap, and she was sure she could make Anthony cum fast again.

NANCY: (Text) So if I were to do it again, where would it be? No way we are doing it here. I’m not doing it in a car again. I’m not doing it at your apartment because you have a roommate.

Anthony reads the message with mixed emotions. He’s excited at the fact that it seems as tho Nancy will do it one more time, but he’s discouraged at how Nancy is basically saying they don’t have a valid location for her liking. Anthony thinks quick for a resolution.

ANTHONY: (Text) We can do it here. My roommate won’t know.

NANCY: (Text) How are you so sure?

ANTHONY: (Text) He’s in his room all the time.

NANCY: (Text) I don’t know. Just forget it. It seems to risky. He might see me coming in or leaving out.

ANTHONY: (Text) He won’t know. Just come around midnight if you can get away. He usually goes to sleep real early.

NANCY: (Text) I should be able to leave out. My husband sleeps early too, as well as my son.

ANTHONY: (Text) So you’re coming around midnight?

NANCY: (Text) Yes. But your roommate must be sleep, or I’m not coming.

ANTHONY: (Text) I promise.

Later on, around 9 o’clock, Nancy lays in bed, while her husband brushes his teeth getting ready for bed. She’s thinking to herself about what she has agreed to. She really doesn’t want to cheat, but she loves the satisfaction she provides with her impeccable oral skills. She hopes she will have the same effect on Anthony that she did before. She remembered how Anthony busted in her mouth & how she will be more cautious in expecting it this time. She’s also thinks about what technique she will use. She knows she wants to do one different from the slow, & teasing technique she used in the 30 second sample, but can’t quite decide on one.

David climbs in the bed & lays behind Nancy in a spooning position, wrapping his arms around her.

DAVID: How’s my beautiful wife?

NANCY: I’m doing good, honey.

David then starts rubbing his hands all over Nancy’s body under the covers & under her night gown.

DAVID: I love you so much honey.

NANCY: I love you too.

Without saying another word, David continues rubbing Nancy’s body, then mounts on top of her, missionary style.

In Nancy’s mind, she knows that this will help her out for later, because David will for sure be in a deep sleep after sex.

It’s 11 o’clock. Anthony is in his bedroom becoming anxious & a little annoyed because Nathan is unusually still awake, up watching tv on the sofa. Anthony knows he will miss out on Nancy if Nathan doesn’t go to sleep fast. Anxious & upset, Anthony decides to take action.

Anthony goes out into the living room.

ANTHONY: Yo man, I’m expecting some company, so I need you to be in your room. She won’t come in unless she thinks you’re sleep.

NATHAN: Seriously?

Nathan is a little perplexed because Anthony’s girls never cared before if he was around or not.

ANTHONY: Dead serious. Don’t mess this up for me.

NATHAN: Alright. You got it man.

Nathan doesn’t give any kick back, even though the apartment is really his, that his father got for him in his name while he’s in college, & allowed Nathan to have a roommate to make rent a lot easier. Anthony always seemed to have a stronghold on the apartment, due to Anthony having more friends that come over, and having some popularity on campus, which Nathan had none of.

Nathan goes to his bedroom, and wonders to himself, why Anthony’s company didn’t want to be seen.

It’s about 20 minutes after midnight. Anthony is getting worried that Nancy has changed her mind, or fell asleep. Then his phone vibrates.

NANCY: (Text) On my way if you’re still up & your roommate is asleep.

ANTHONY: (Text) Yup. Apt 3C

15 minutes go by, Nancy has arrrived at the apartment complex. Before she left the house, she threw on some athletic shorts and a T-shirt. She sits in the car & thinks to herself. Thinking about turning around, & never speaking to Anthony again, but she decides she has come to far now.

NANCY: (Text) I’m at the door.

Anthony opens the door & is excited to see Nancy standing there, looking sexy in her shorts and T-shirt. Anthony quietly guides her to his bedroom and he quietly closes the door.

NANCY: *whispers* Where is his room?

Anthony points next door.

NANCY: *whispers* Ok, let’s get this done.

Anthony sits on the edge of his bed & Nancy gets on her knees, on the floor, between Anthony’s legs.

Anthony watches Nancy pull his pants down to his ankles, exposing his rock hard dick. Anthony is so hard & horny at this point. He has been thinking about Nancy coming over, all day, & his dick has been hard the entire day, precumming through the day. He feels like he could bust at any second, & it worries him that he won’t be able to last again this time. He wanted more than 30 seconds this time.

Nancy looks at Anthony’s rock hard, & pulsating dick. She is in awe at how rock hard Anthony is. She takes his dick in her hand & gives it a couple of light tugs around the head & then BOOM! Anthony’s dick erupts right in Nancy’s hand, cum runs down her hand & down Anthony’s dick.

Neither one of them can believe it. Anthony is embarrassed & Nancy is just surprised.

ANTHONY: *whispers* I’m sorry.

NANCY: *whispers* It’s ok.

Then Nancy puts Anthony’s cum covered dick in her mouth and begins sucking slow. She can taste the cum that was resting on Anthony’s dick, with each suck. She tries to make her sucks quiet, but with the wetness of her mouth, and the quietness in the apartment, she couldn’t hide those slurping sounds.

Nancy finds her rhythm after about 30 seconds. Going up and down in Anthony’s lap, using her hand under her mouth to jack his dick with each suck.

Anthony loved the view he had in the car, but he really loves this one. He can see her perfectly. He kept the lights on for this very reason. He wanted to see Nancy’s sexy face, while she sucked his dick & boy was it a view for Anthony watching this sexy, innocent looking, beautiful, married milf, stuff her mouth with his dick. He gets an even bigger rush, looking at the details of things, such as Nancy’s big round ass that was poked out & bounced with the rhythm of her head in his lap, the saliva around & dripping from Nancy’s mouth, & the slurping sounds like Nancy is eating spaghetti strings.

Anthony begins to really get into it & grabs Nancy by the back of her head. Nancy let’s out a mumble with the dick still in her mouth but Anthony ignores it & starts lightly thrusting himself up & down in Nancy’s mouth.

Nancy is caught off guard when Anthony takes control. She tried to tell him “hold on” but couldn’t speak clearly with his dick in her mouth & she definitely didn’t want to wake his roommate so she conceded to Anthony, relaxing herself & letting her hand off of his dick, turning over full control.

Anthony begins thrusting himself up & down, in Nancy’s mouth, and now puts both hands on her head, fucking her mouth, going deeper & deeper. He’s deep in Nancy’s mouth, but she still doesn’t gag, it just produces more saliva in her mouth, that is stringing down to floor at this point. The sloppiness is unbelievable & a puddle of spit is forming on the floor.

To be continued on next post…

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NANCY’S DILEMA (ANTHONY GETS HEAD FROM A MILF PT2) Continued…

This is a continuance from the previous post. Please read previous post if you have not done so.

Nathan listens to the slurping sounds with his ear to the wall, jacking his dick.

Nathan had been listening since the beginning. He was curious about why he had to be sleep when Anthony’s company came, & he was enjoying what he found out.

It was easy for him to figure out what was going on when he heard the sounds. Nathan had never gotten head before & only had sex once, but from the abundance of porn he watched, he knew that slurp sound.

Nathan jacks his dick furiously as he listens to Nancy’s sloppy mouth. But this isn’t enough for Nathan, he wants to see.

Nathan quietly walks out of his room & places his face against Anthony’s door.

The thing about Anthony’s door, is it is an older apartment building, so the doors are older, & Anthony has a sizeable hole in his wooden door. Big enough for Nathan to see what’s going on, & boy was he amazed.

Nathan had a perfect side view of Anthony face fucking a sexy woman with a big round ass. Nathan couldn’t believe the body on Nancy & couldn’t believe the site of such a beautiful woman being face fucked the way she was being face fucked.

By this time, Anthony was really into it, standing up now, while he face fucked Nancy, holding her head with both hands.

Nathan keeps looking in, jacking his dick in his pants & he can’t take it anymore & busts in his boxers.

Nathan gets back to his room in a hurry, before he can be caught.

Anthony or Nancy never notice Nathan looking in. Anthony is focused, & Nancy has her eyes closed the entire time.

Anthony can now feel himself about to bust another nut, he puts his dick deep in Nancy’s mouth, tightening his grip on her head as he lets out a groan while he busts a huge nut in Nancy’s mouth.

Nancy could feel Anthony about to cum but the amount of cum surprised her. She felt it filling up her mouth & wondered when it would stop. It eventually became so much that she had to let some spill from her mouth & onto the floor.

Anthony let go of his death grip around Nancy’s head and backs his dick out of her mouth, spilling more cum out of her mouth with it in the process.

Nancy’s shirt is soaked with mostly spit & some cum that spilled out of her mouth.

Anthony stands there, breathing hard trying to catch his breath.

ANTHONY: *whispers* Oh shit, damn

Nancy gets up and quietly leaves Anthony’s room, with hopes of not waking up Nathan.

Nathan peeks out of his cracked door and sees Nancy leaving out. He gets a partial look at her & thinks to himself “I know her from somewhere”

Nancy gets in her car, flips down her visor mirror, cleaning off Anthony’s remaining cum with a napkin from her glove box. Nancy reflects on what just happened. She had never had her mouth fucked before. Anthony had showed her something new. Nancy was always in control when it came to her sexual activity, & it was twice now that Anthony had seized control.

Nancy felt good about what happened. She liked the huge nut Anthony busted, & his cum tasted good to her. She smiles to herself in the mirror at the thought of doing it again.

End.

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Office encounter

You have been distracted all day at work. The new guy keeps walking by all you can do is stare at his gorgeous ass and imagine his hands on your skin... and penis in your mouth. After hours of struggling to concentrate. You can't wait anymore and run to the bathroom. As you get to the door, here he comes again and you dart inside. Miraculously there is a stall marked 'Out of order' which is perfect for your needs. You go in hiking up your skirt and yanking down your soggy panties. Sitting down, you immediately start to frantically massage your swollen clit. You are almost done when you hear the door open and heavy footsteps... it's a man. Slightly pushing the stall door open, you see him across from you and he's undoing his pants... at a urinal. In your hurry, you didn't notice that you entered the men's room. You watch in amazement as he pulls out a massive penis and continues to piss right there in front of you. Your hand automatically massages your crotch. As he finishes you try to shut the stall but almost like your hand meant to, you push the door wide open. Suddenly you are looking him directly in the eye with one slick hand desperately scrubbing your hungry snatch. A knowing smile on his face as your eyes trail down to his beautiful hard dick. He steps in with you and closes the door behind him. His large veined prick is deep in your throat as you cum hard into your hand. After shuddering through your climax he turns you around and bends you over the stool. His tongue probes the soft folds of your pussy, your clit, and around your asshole. Your mind spins with the pleasure that is driving you crazy.  You beg for him to be inside of you and feel his hard pole easily slide into your dripping hole. You buck and grind your hips back against his faster and harder as that huge cock plows your depths. You tremble and quake through two rapid orgasms and your knees buckle. Spinning back around you swallow his entire length. Soon you feel his dick twitch and hot thick spurts of cum shoot down your throat and you collaps there for several minutes trying to get back under control. After he leaves, you shakingly sneak back to your desk and pretend to be busy until the next time you catch each others eye.

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ANTHONY GETS HEAD FROM A MILF

Anthony is a young guy, 20 years old, a college student, living with a roommate.  Anthony works part time at a local restaurant as a dish washer, but he sells a little weed on the side, to cover the extra finances for a typical 20 year old student that wants to enjoy his free time after studying, and going to classes.  Anthony has a fair share of clientele, from students from his school, residents in the neighborhood he and his roommate live in, and a few who have heard from him through word of mouth.  Some of Anthony’s clientele are females, but his favorite client of them all, is a mixed, black/white 36 year old milf named Nancy.  After seeing Nancy you would understand exactly why she is his favorite.  Nancy has smooth, sun-touched glowing skin, curly hair, green eyes, a body built like a stallion, with thick thighs that look smooth as silk, and soft as pillows, a phat round ass that is hypnotizing to watch move when she walks, and big full lips that would catch any man’s eye.  Nancy is married, has one kid that’s 10 years old.  Her marriage with her husband is great, but the only secret she keeps away from her husband is that she likes to smoke weed from time to time.  Her husband David does not approve of any drug use, due to his strong religious values.  The only people that know that Nancy smokes weed are her best friend Jessica, her brother Simon, and Anthony.  Her best friend doesn’t smoke, her brother lives in another state, so that only leaves Anthony as the only person that she can smoke with, when she doesn’t want to smoke alone.  When they do smoke together, they smoke in Nancy’s car in the apartment complex that Anthony lives in when she comes to pick up her weed.  

Every time Anthony would meet up with Nancy, he always had to hide dick being hard because he just couldn’t help it whenever he saw her, and it was always effortless.  Nancy never wore anything extra revealing, but her sexy body couldn’t help but scream out for attention no matter what she wore.  Sometimes Nancy would wear a sundress when the weather was nice, which was Anthony’s favorite, or sometimes she would show up in tight yoga pants, or tight jeans that hugged tight to her curvaceous body.  

Now I will tell you about the night that Anthony got head from this sexy ass milf.

Nancy has just got out of the shower and texted Anthony looking to buy some weed.

NANCY (TEXT): Hey, how does meeting up with you in about 30 minutes for an 8th sound?

Anthony is getting some laundry together when he sees that Nancy has texted him, knowing that he will see some good eye candy when she comes by.

ANTHONY (TEXT): Sounds cool. Txt me when ur outside.

NANCY (TEXT): K

It was 5 o’clock, and David would be home by about 7:30.  Nancy slipped on a thin green and blue thin dress that came down to about her knees, and hugged tight on her ass.  She bypassed putting on a bra and panties, because she figured she wouldn’t be out long, just going there and back, and it was a very hot day.

Anthony waits on the couch waiting for Nancy to text him.  Then his phone vibrates.

NANCY (TEXT): I’m outside, parked in the usual space.

Anthony comes out to Nancy’s car and takes a seat in the passenger seat.  As soon as he gets in he can’t help but see Nancy’s thick thighs, and her big D cup titties sitting sexy in her dress without a bra.

ANTHONY: What’s up. how are you?

NANCY: I’m doing good, and you?

ANTHONY: I’m good.

Anthony reaches in his pocket and gives Nancy her bag of weed.  Nancy reaches in her backseat and puts the bag into her purse, retrieves some money from her wallet and gives the money to Anthony.  Anthony then takes out a rolled up blunt that he had resting on his ear.

ANTHONY: You have time to smoke?

NANCY: I was going to wait until tomorrow to smoke.  My husband and my son will be back home a little later.

ANTHONY: Aww come on.  You didn’t get to smoke with me last time neither.  It’s been about a month since we blew a blunt together.

NANCY: Ok I guess I can hangout for a few.  

Anthony quickly lights up the blunt before Nancy has any chance to change her mind.  They smoke the blunt, enjoying the smoke and the high, while listening to some music in the parking lot.  During their entire smoke session, Anthony is hard as a rock in his boxers.  He can’t help but look at Nancy wrap her thick and full juicy lips around the blunt and he can’t help but imagine it being his dick she’s taking a drag from instead of the blunt.  He sees the suction on her cheeks when she takes a hit of the blunt, wondering how that suction would feel on him.  He was also noticing Nancy’s nice big titties in her thin dress that she wore no bra under.  It was the first time Anthony had seen her cleavage that exposed and he was impressed.  The thick thighs being out was nothing new to him, because Nancy had worn a dress to see him before, but he was enjoying how this one had hiked up more than it should, but Nancy was way too high to fix it or notice that it had ridden far up her thigh exposing the thickest part of her juicy thighs.  All of this had Anthony’s dick throbbing in his pants, he was sure he started to precum in his boxers.

As Nancy smokes, some ashes falls on her thigh, and she starts wiping it off.

NANCY: I should have worn some pants if I knew I was going to stick around.

ANTHONY: You look good.

NANCY: Thank you.

Nancy finally notices how much her dress had hiked up her legs.

NANCY: Damn.  I have just been sitting here with all of my legs all out.  I’m so sorry.

ANTHONY: You ain’t gotta apologize.  They look nice.

Anthony’s response catches Nancy off-guard and there’s an awkward silence. 

NANCY: …Thanks

ANTHONY: I guess I shouldn’t have said that.  I think I just made things awkward.

Anthony tries to laugh off the whole thing.  Nancy laughs too, making him feel better.

NANCY: It’s not your fault.  You’re a guy, of course you would look.  I’m not naive, I know guys look at me sometimes.

ANTHONY: Sometimes?  I’m sure it’s a lot

NANCY: Now you’re being generous.

ANTHONY: I’m serious.  I’m sure it’s more than you think.

NANCY: How are you so sure?

Nancy adjusts herself in her seat to face Anthony awaiting his response.  The way she is positioned, Anthony has a slight view of Nancy’s pantieless crotch, he can’t see much because she fixed her dress, but he has a good partial view.  

ANTHONY: Honestly.  And don’t be mad.  But I look all the time.

NANCY: I appreciate the honesty.  

Anthony gets a rush from finally telling Nancy that, and it makes his dick even harder, to the point he definitely knows that he has precum, and he keeps both of his arms folded over his lap, hoping Nancy won’t see, worried it would creep her out.  Telling her he checks her body out is one thing to Anthony, but letting her see his dick getting hard from looking and thinking about her was another thing.  

Nancy notices Anthony’s body language.

NANCY: You Ok?

ANTHONY: Yea.  I’m good.

NANCY: You look bothered.  Like you were embarrassed to reveal what you said.

ANTHONY: A little.  I didn’t want to creep you out.

Nancy laughs.

NANCY: No.  It’s not creepy.  How about this, you ask me something to reveal, so you won’t feel as bad.

Anthony thinks, juggles around ideas of what to ask her to reveal.  Then he comes up with something, before the offer is taken off of the table.

ANTHONY: So reveal this to me, how is your sex life with your husband?

Nancy looks perplexed 

NANCY: Our sex life?

ANTHONY: Yea, like is it good?  Bad?  Boring?  Exciting?

NANCY: Well.  It’s good.  I am satisfied with him sexually, but he has a preference on how we should have sex.

Just listening to Nancy say that little bit about sex excites Anthony throughout his body, making him even hornier.

ANTHONY: What do you mean?

NANCY: Ok so, when we have sex, we only do it missionary, or with me on top of him.  I asked him why we never did any other positions like doggy, and he said he sees that position as disrespectful to a woman, and he doesn’t let me give him blowjobs for that same reason also.

ANTHONY: Seriously?

NANCY: Yea

ANTHONY: Wow! I would– Nevermind

NANCY: Nope.  You have to say it now.

ANTHONY: I would love to have you doggy and love for you to give me head, and he doesn’t want that at all.  It’s just crazy to me.

NANCY: Yea, I was surprised too.  Hell, I think I might be rusty by now in my blowjob skills.  I haven’t given a guy a blowjob since I was 22, before me and my husband got together.

Listening to this is music to Anthony’s ears, and feels even better to his dick, that is trying to jump out of his boxers at this point.

ANTHONY: I’m sure you were good.

NANCY: I was told I was.  But why are you so sure?

ANTHONY: I can tell by your lips, and the way that you smoke.  When you take a hit, you give good suction.

NANCY: You really have been looking I guess.

ANTHONY: Yea.  I would love to even just have a sample of it.  

NANCY: A sample?

ANTHONY: Yea, a sample.  Just enough that I know how good it is, and enough for you to know if you got rusty on your skills or not.

NANCY: Are you asking me to give you a blowjob?

ANTHONY: No, just a sample.

NANCY: Anthony I am married.

ANTHONY: Yea, but it’s only head, it will only be a short sample, and he won’t even find out about it, just like he doesn’t even know about you buying weed from me.  It will just be another secret we keep.

Nancy is actually pondering the thought.  Nancy did in fact enjoy the times before her husband when she would give head to whoever she was dating at the time.  She could remember how much she liked sucking and pleasing her man’s dick with her mouth, making him cum at her will.  She loved the pleasure it gave to men, the way they reacted to the feel of her thick lips and how hard they would be entering her mouth.  She was reluctant because of the age gap between her and Anthony, with him being 20 and her 35.  But she thought Anthony was a sweet person who was always nice and respectful to her so she decided she would oblige.

NANCY: A sample.  That means about 30 seconds, so you can get the feeling, and that’s it, I’m not doing it for you to cum.

Anthony has excitement written all over his face.

ANTHONY: Deal!

Nancy looks around in the apartment complex parking lot, looking to see if anyone is around that may see them.  Anthony pulls his pants down just enough to pull them right back over him if he needed to, but down just enough to free his fully hard dick that’s standing straight up at full attention.

NANCY: I see you don’t need to get ready.

Nancy takes one final scan of the parking lot and leans over in Anthony’s lap.  In her motion of leaning over, her tight dress hikes up again, this time further, showing more of her thighs and enough visual evidence for Anthony to know for sure now that she isn’t wearing any panties.  

She takes Anthony’s hard dick in her hand, holding the base, as she puckers her big juicy glossed lips on the head of Anthony’s dick, giving it a big juicy kiss, that leaves it wet from her heavy lip gloss.  Anthony lets out a deep moan.  Nancy then lets the head inside of her mouth and she slowly goes up and down just around the head, teasing Anthony’s dick, giving it slow and loud sucks. 

After about the 5th suck, Nancy takes just a little more of Anthony’s dick inside of her mouth, keeping her same rhythm, with a loud and wet suck, when she reaches the top of the head.  Nancy planned to do this for a sample of 30 seconds, and it was about 20 seconds into the sample when Anthony placed his hand on the back of Nancy’s head, grabbing a handful of her curls, and he started to gently guide her head further down on his dick in her sucking rhythm.  

Although this caught Nancy off-guard and she considered putting Anthony back in his place and out of his new position of control, she went along with it.  

10 more seconds has passed and Nancy and Anthony know they are arriving at their 30 second mark.

Anthony doesn’t want it to be over.  He is enjoying the view of Nancy’s head bobbing up and down in his lap with her big juicy lips poked out, and wrapped around his hard dick, and he could look over her exposed thighs.  

ANTHONY: Please keep going.

Anthony starts moving Nancy’s head just a little faster, and taking her down just a little deeper down his dick, while she still keeps the same rhythm of giving his dick a loud suck every time she reaches up to the head.

Nancy knows the sample time of 30 seconds has passed but she knows Anthony is enjoying her mouth and she is enjoying it as well.

Anthony turns things up a notch and he starts moving Nancy’s head up and down much faster, and she has to speed up her own sucking rhythm to keep up.  The wet noises is music to Anthony’s ear.  By this time, Anthony’s lap is soaked with Nancy’s spit that has drooled from her mouth.

This rate goes on for close to a minute when Anthony can’t take it anymore and busts a huge nut.

When Anthony came, it caught Nancy totally off guard, making her take her mouth off of Anthony’s dick, but a good amount had already gotten inside of her mouth, and plenty on her face that shot her during her retreat, right on her lips and her cheeks.

Anthony is breathing heavy, amazed at the nut he just busted in Nancy’s mouth on and on her face.

Nancy gets up with cum all over her pretty face, and dripping from her thick lips, falling right on her titties.

NANCY: I guess I still got it.

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Blowjob

Pushing you down to sit on the bed with me standing between your legs, I pull your top off. I kneel down and start to kiss down to the top of your pants. Then I unzip your pants and kiss your dick through your boxers. I lick it too, make the material wet and outline your dick more. Then I pull your boxers down and let your dick free, watching it and the precum that's leaking at the tip. I take my hand and lick it so it's wet. Then I stroke you up and down slowly, my fingers wrapped tight around your dick, the wetness making it slide up and down easily. I lean forward and lick the tip, licking up your precum and moaning at the taste. My tongue licking around the head some more, then moving it up and down to lick the rest of your dick. I lick my way back to the tip and stroke you again. Then I open my mouth and wrap it around the head of your dick. My lips are stretched as they slowly suck on your head, my tongue playing with the slit. I move my lips further down, still stroking the base of your cock. As my lips move down, my tongue massaging the underside of your cock, feeling the  veins and how they pulse as my tongue runs over them. I move my hands away and rest them on your thighs, my mouth moving down to take more of your cock until the head hits the back of my throat. I gag slightly and swallow around the head of your cock, swallowing down any precum you leak out. Then I move my mouth up and down on your cock, slowly sliding you in and out. My lips stretched over your big cock as I start to fuck my face. I reach up and grab your hands, placing them on the back of my head to help you control my speed. Moving faster on your cock, I fuck my face harder and faster, moaning, sending vibrations down your cock. My mouth making slurping noises as I struggle to swallow around your wide girth. I feel your dick get harder and bigger in my mouth, my eyes darting up to look you in your eyes, watching you as you moan and grunt for me. That makes me suck harder, moving my mouth up and down faster. With my hands on your thighs, I feel you push your hips up to fuck my mouth more. You hit the back of my throat with each thrust, making me gag even more. As I suck harder and faster, head bobbing up and down, I feel you get ready to cum. You grab my head and give one final hard thrust before you explode in my mouth. I choke and trying to swallow as much cum as I can, but some leaks out around my mouth, dripping down my face and onto your balls and thighs. I pull off your dick, breathing hard, trying to catch my breath and swallow the rest of your cum. I lean down and lick up the remaining cum that is on your balls and thighs, moaning at the taste and keep licking at and around your now spent cock.

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The Ride Home

** Fictional erotic story**

Everyone on the bus was quiet as it pulled away from the James Maddison Middle School sports complex.

 You see, the team had just lost the last game of the season -  ending their perfect record.  Everyone knew what was coming.  Coach was surely not going to be happy.  Earlier in the season he screamed at a kid for 45 min when he was thrown out stealing base.  "What in the hell were you thinking, Anderson?   If we would have lost because your too big of a pussy to slide, I’d beat your ass so bad your parents wouldn’t recognize you."

 He even took Doug Anderson’s ball cap off his head and smacked him with it.  We even won that game, so surely this was gonna be worse.  Ten minutes had gone by and the bus was still silent.  The 7th and 8th grade boys couldn’t stop their legs from shaking.  No one played a great game and the team only got 4 hits but managed to score one run after their left fielder missed a ground ball that went between his legs, allowing Todd to score all the way from second base.  That tied the game 1 -1. 

 Billy Patterson was especially nervous, for he missed a flyball that practically landed in his glove allowing them to score the winning run!  No undefeated season, No hi-fives, No ice cream party - which the Coach said they would have after they won.  The bus made a left turn and made its way up the on ramp to the freeway.  ‘Only an hour drive from here’ one kid thought, ‘we’d be back at school where our parents will be waiting to take us home’.

 The old bus was up to speed now and wind hissed through the sides of the windows.  The Coach stood and turned to face the team.  He began to walk towards them, then stuck out his arm when he came to the first seat of boys.  He patted them on the shoulder and said, “good season”.  The whole bus of players gave a big sigh of relief as Coach went seat to seat giving hi-fives, until he came to the third seat from the back on the left side.  He just skipped that one and continued congratulating the rest of the players.   Billy had that seat to himself and sat with his legs stretched out across the bus seat.  He looked down at his feet when Coach walked by him again and did not say anything.  When Coach was half way back to the front of the bus he turned back around to face the team and said “most of you worked hard all season long, running in the heat, sacrificing your weekends.  You should be champions!  But that was stolen from you today by the one slacker we have on the team.  If it wasn’t for Billy not paying attention, we could of went extra innings”.  

 Coach called out, “Cooper.  How many times have you heard me tell Billy to keep his eyes on the ball?” 

 “Uh, a lot, Coach”. 

 “What about you, Anderson?” Coach continued.  

 “uh lots Coach.  You told us all that today during warm ups.” 

 The whole team looked in Billy’s direction. Coach raised his voice – “SO, Billy, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOUR SELF?”  

 “Sorry, Coach.  The sun was in my eyes” Billy said. 

 “YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT!  THE SUN WAS IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!  YOU LET YOUR WHOLE TEAM DOWN AND NOW YOUR GOING TO LIE TO ME AND THEM?  INSTEAD OF SAYING YOU’RE SORRY ASS WAS DAYDREAMING.  YOUR A FUCKING WORTHLESS ASS CLOWN!  Spencer?” 

 “Yes, Coach?” Spencer replied. 

 “Do you want Billy on the team next year?” 

 “No, Coach.” 

 “Miller, do you?” 

 “No sir!” came his reply.

 “If anyone wants Billy on the team next season, raise your hand.”  No hand went up.  “In fact,” Coach continued, “Billy Patterson, maybe you should try cheerleading!  Your mom’s good at cheering, ain’t she team?  “Can’t you guys hear Billy’s mom cheering when we play at home?”  

 A few yes’s, a few heads shaking up and down.  “Well, hell she’s the loudest bitch in the stands!  You can barely hear the P.A. when she starts!”  Billy rolled his eyes as he looked at his feet, but Coach saw the insolent gesture, and this infuriated Coach even more. 

 “Oh, do you have something to say, Mr. Patterson?” 

 “No, Coach” Billy quietly said. 

 “Do you NOT think your mom has a big mouth?” 

 “I don’t know, Coach.” 

 “Well, Billy, I do know!  In fact, I know really well.  She sucks my cock in the dugout at least twice a week when you guys are running laps!”  A few giggles and smirks from the team. 

 Billy was turning red as he said, “no way, Coach -  you’re lying!”  

 “I’m not the liar -  you are, you fucking non-catching piece of shit!  Your mom sucked my cock liked she was a cock-crazed crack whore!  She even swallows my load if I don’t shoot it all over her face for fun!  Hell, she catches my load a hell of a lot better than you catch a baseball!   What do you think about that, team?”  All the boys were laughing.  The Coach pulled out his smart phone, messed with the buttons then held the screen up to Billy’s face.  Billy tried to look away, but Coach grabbed his neck and forced him to look.  Billy saw what looked like the top of a head moving up and down.  Then the view panned out and he noticed the dugout where they sit when waiting their turn to bat.  Coaches voice was saying “suck that cock bitch” and then he looked up into the camera.  Billy saw his mom’s big blue eyes (the same blue eyes he had - everyone in his family told him so.)  She was doing it just like Coach said.  She made slurping noises and choking noises when Coach would shove it all the way in.  The volume on the phone was all the way up and the team was moving up in their seats to get a better look.  The young men were intrigued by what they heard.  Then just like he said, Coach pulled his cock out of Billy’s mom’s mouth and a thick line of jizz shot across the bridge of her nose, down into the corner of her eye.  Another shot splattered her lips and the tip of her nose.  Then Coach arched his back, shooting the remainder of his load all over her head and forehead.  Billy noticed the purple headband his mom always wore that said ‘Go Tigers’ in support of the team as it was being pulled from her purse and used to wipe out her eye. 

 Coach was laughing when he said, “you got my vote for booster of the year, Mrs. Patterson.”  With the camera still on her, she gave a big smile and took her tongue and licked Coach’s load off her lips.  Billy was mortified.  Coach finally let go of his neck. 

 “See, I told ya she has a big mouth!”  Most of the boys on the team were hard just from listening to the video.   Coach continued “that ‘ain’t all she does either!  I’ve got pictures of her spread eagle on first base holding a baseball in her pussy and here’s one of her bending over in the dugout with her pants pulled down.  Look at your mom’s pussy poking out from between those thighs! She was just begging me to shove my cock in her!  Do you wanna see another movie, Billy?” 

 “No”, said Billy. 

 “No?  Well, why not?  Your mom has a nice ass!  Doesn’t she, team? He asked. 

 “Yes” most of them replied. 

 “Raise your hand if you think Billy’s mom has a nice ass” he said.  The whole team raised their hands.  “Here, Cooper, have a look. We’re a team here.”  The boys all gathered around the phone looking at the pictures.  Cooper copied the whole gallery to his phone in a matter of seconds. He gave Coach’s phone to Anderson and now the boys were in two groups looking at the pictures. 

 One boy shouted out, “She’s got a bat in her pussy!” 

 “Oh ya, that’s a little trick she does after she has too many beers from the concession stand” laughed Coach.   You could hear a video playing on one of the phones, “Aw, Coach, your cock is too big for my ass hole.”  You can hear Coach say, “I’ll make it fit!”  30 seconds later you hear Billy’s mom scream out in pain as Coach made it fit, “take this dick you cock-hungry whore” you could hear Coach say.  The team was laughing, and some were sending themselves copies of the pics and videos.  A few were rubbing their dicks on the outside of their pants. 

 “Wow, guys! Billy’s mom is a crazy slut, wouldn’t you say?” 

 “Hell ya, Coach!” 

 “You ever see a woman suck dick like that before, Miller?” 

 Miller said, “not like that Coach”.  

 Billy was almost in tears.  It was all he could do not to try and jump out the window.   “Hey Billy, can I stay over at your house tonight” shouted Anderson. 

 “Me too, Billy!” said another.  

 “Awww, what’s wrong, Billy?  You look like your gonna cry” taunted Coach. 

 “STOP!” shouted Billy. 

 The whole bus looked for a second.  Coach looked at the team.  “First, he loses the game because he doesn’t focus, then he lies about it and now he’s yelling at us!  He has a big mouth like his mommy.  Maybe it’s time you all taught him a lesson about messing with the Tigers.” 

 “Pink-Belly!" said Anderson. 

 “Yea” chimed in Cooper.  The two boys grabbed Billy by the ankles and pulled him flat across the seat of the bus.  Another leaned over from the seat behind and held Billy’s arms.  He was squirming a lot so two more boys leaned over from the seat in front and helped with his arms.  Billy was defenseless now.  One of the boys at his feet lifted his shirt up and slapped him on the belly HARD -  a pink hand print showed across his belly. 

 “Pink-Belly? shouted someone, “that ain’t nothing” and another boy went and slapped next to the first hand print.  His mark was redder than the first.  At least four more boys took a turn trying to get the best slap until Billy’s belly was one big red mark.  The others were still passing around the pics of Billy’s mom.  Most everyone had copies on their own phones by now, so you could hear her sucking cock from a video playing towards the back and a player telling another player he liked the one of her spreading her pussy.  The boys were rowdy. 

 “Damn, someone put a sock in his mouth” said Coach. 

 “He sounds like his mom did when Coach was sticking her” said Todd.  

 “I bet he sucks cock like his mom” said Coach. 

 “Why don’t ya’ll find out!  That will teach him not to mess with the Tigers!”  

 “YEA!” said a few boys. Some of the others were like “huh!” but remained silent. 

 “Go ahead, Todd, put your dick in his mouth!  Yea, see if he sucks cock as good as his mom. 

 “You watched her video like 4 times now!” said another. 

 “Go ahead!” Coach said.  “We all do it as a team!  Teams stick together!  It will be just like a cheerleader doing it” said Coach. 

 “You go first, Todd -  after all, you got our only run” a voice from one of the back seats said. 

 “Hold him down” said Anderson.  They pulled Billy flat again and Todd climbed over the seat and sat on Billy’s chest.  His dick was already hard from watching Billy’s mom fuck and suck and so he pulled it out and laid it on the center of Billy’s chin.  He pushed up to Billy’s lips which were clinched tight, but Billy could taste something salty.  Todd had so much precum protruding from his cock that Billy’s lips were glistening.

 “He won’t open his mouth” complained Todd.  The Anderson boy slapped Billy across his still red belly as hard as he could, causing him to cry out in pain.  Todd’s dick went immediately into Billy’s mouth, sliding over his tongue and Billy’s hot mouth made him cum instantly.  After all, none of these boys had ever had their dicks in anything hot and or wet before.  Todd leaped off Billy feeling like a man!  He stuck his hand up and got a hi-five from someone in the seat behind.  Billy spit and what little bit of cum he didn’t swallow rolled from his lips down the side of his cheek. 

 “I’m next” said Cooper, who was already holding Billy’s leg down.  He climbed on Billy just like Anderson did but while pulling his dick out, he started cumming before reaching Billy’s mouth getting most of the jizz in his own hand and on Billy’s neck. 

 Wiping his hand off on Billy’s leg, he jumped off and said “NEXT!”  Two boys behind them were already arguing about who’s turn it was.  Billy just heard one of them say “I called it” and another shout “flip a coin!”  Joel Lewis was one of two 8th graders on the team and would have been in the ninth grade if it wasn’t for being held back because of being sick with the flu in the fifth grade (according to him).  He was the biggest kid in our middle school.  Patterson went down on the floor as he grabbed Billy’s waist and pulled him over the edge of the seat to the floor below.   He climbed in and took the seat where Billy just lie.  Billy, now at his feet in the small area of space between the seat and the back of the other seat, struggled to get up.  Not having room to move his legs, he grabbed the seat and Joel’s knee and tried to pull himself up off the floor.  He got up to his knees, perfectly positioned between Joel Lewis’ legs - his dick already sticking out of the top of his sweat pants.  He grabbed Billy by the back of the head and pulled him forward.  Grabbing his cock, he flipped it forward pushing the sweats down revealing most of his dick after lifting his ass.  With a little tug, his whole cock was exposed to Billy’s face and to the three boys peering over the seats.  

 “Damn y’all, Joel’s got a big dick” said one of the other boys.  A few others leaned to look.   Billy was stuck between the seat back and Joel’s legs.  Joel pulled out his phone and started to play the video of Billy’s mom getting a facial from Coach and said, “suck it just like this.”  He held the movie up as he thrusted into Billy’s mouth.  Another boy climbed over into the seat next to the window, so he could watch.  Seeing Joel’s dick go all the way in Billy’s mouth was more than he could take, and he started jacking his dick and rubbing it on the outside of Billy’s cheek as Lewis fucked his mouth.  The sound of Billy’s mom sucking Coach and Billy sucking Joel Lewis seemed to synch up and the boy jacking shot his load all over the side of Billy’s face.  Cum glistened from his cheek to his ear lobe.  Lewis was fucking his mouth harder now and gave a hard thrust to the back of Billy’s young throat. Holding Billy’s head with both hands, he moved it back and forth down his cock as he exploded into Billy’s mouth.  Holding his cock in Billy’s full mouth, slowly fucking it to drain the last bit of cum from his swollen balls.  Billy finished off the rest of the team - all of them cumming on his face or in his mouth - some both!  Eight in all.  Billy was warned what would happen if he told anyone.  It would be his word against the whole teams’.   15 min later everyone filed off the bus one by one.  Big hugs waiting as the news of the loss beat them home. 

 “We’re still proud of you” said one mom. 

 “You’ll get ‘em next year” said a dad.  The Coach walked beside Billy as he headed towards his mom.  Her arms out waiting to embrace her son.  He just stopped by her side and did not hug her. 

 “Billy, what’s wrong?” 

 “Mrs. Patterson, Billy missed a fly ball and he’s being kind of hard on himself” said the Coach.  “I think he thinks he let us all down.  Maybe I could come by the house later with some ice cream - that might cheer him up some.” 

 “That’s a great idea, Coach! Billy loves ice cream and afterwards, if you have time, I can show you some of my old cheerleading photos I was telling you about!” 

 “That would be swell” said Coach.

  the end

[erotic-literature]

Over the last few years of self-discovery and some embarrassing trial and error, Erica was quickly becoming a veteran at her craft, being able to shapeshift her body into nearly anything she can imagine, with practically no boundaries. Erica and I decided to put her “talents” to work in a way that was fun for both of us, while being able to keep her powers a secret. I used up a good chunk of my savings to buy professional-level photography equipment for our house because I was quite confident I was going to make the money back. I would take pictures and videos of Erica putting on all sorts of poses, shapes, forms, and sizes, as quite literally anything that the depraved depths of the internet can fathom. Elastic women, transformations, giantess growth, catgirls, slimegirls, you name it. Not only were we huge with the online fetish communities, even some of the big-name companies were paying us big money to outsource their modeling to us; they would explain exactly what they wanted to see, and we gave it to them. And for someone like Erica who has historically been a “4” or “5” at best and never had too much attention from the opposite gender, she was finally getting to have her fun in the “looks department”. Looking like a supermodel on a moment’s notice? The power any girl would dream about.

The best part is that we didn’t even need to disclose anything about Erica’s powers to anyone. They were just convinced that I was either extremely well-connected in the adult entertainment industry, or that I was the unquestionable master of photoshop and computer animation.

The income from our little business venture was easily enough money that we could confidently quit our jobs with no second thoughts, so needless to say, that meteor was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to us.

I’ll give you an example of what an average day looks like with us. Here, let’s recap what happened this morning.

I woke up around 10-10:30 and spotted Erica in the kitchen through the open door. She usually wakes up about half an hour before I do because she likes to surprise me with breakfast in bed sometimes if she’s feeling romantic, which means tonight is going to be one hell of a ride. Not only is she making us tons of money, she’s saving us money as well. Let me explain, because this is truly one hell of a sight to see.

She started her cooking process by reaching her arms up and over her head similar to how you would see someone stretch their arms after a long nap, to give her some more room for new ones. Below her armpits, a brand new pair of shoulders began to form, jutting out of her back a little bit. Following the shoulders was a separate pair of brand new arms that slid out of her torso and formed into identical-looking hands to match the originals.

“I always wanted an extra set of hands around the kitchen”, Erica thought to herself.

She decided that she wanted a nice hot cup of coffee this morning to perk up a bit more, and held herself still for a second, concentrating. Once her insides were nice and toasty, she used the lower pair of hands to milk herself, squeezing out a fresh cup of coffee. A fun little trick she figured out was that she can change the molecular composition of her natural breast milk to produce nearly any other liquid she wanted, hot or cold. As her right hand began “milking”, she converted her left hand into a cup, to then drink it back up again. With her right hand free again, it found its way to the cabinet to pull out an additional 2 cups for me. She pulled herself close to the glasses, and one-by-one, squeezed some fresh orange juice and some milk into each glass, respectively.

While this was all happening, the other pair of hands went on to get the rest of the preparations done. They stretched out behind her an additional 3 or 4 feet beyond their normal length to open up the cabinet and pull out a couple of pans, which were then placed delicately on the stove, patiently waiting for the next steps.

Side note: Erica prefers to be naked at any given moment whenever she can, especially around the house. Clothing and fashion might be huge for most girls, but Erica simply feels restricted in her movement and her abilities. And while most chefs or cooks would wear an apron, her skin and body can withstand as much or as little as she wants them to, including common inconveniences like extreme heat, extreme cold, radiation, gas, bullets, and pretty much anything else you can throw at her. So something like hot stoves or flying grease doesn’t really warrant her to wear an apron or oven mitts in the kitchen if she doesn’t need to.

She was really proud of figuring how to do this trick, and with good reason. She formed her left hand into a large soft loaf of bread, and making use of her knife hand, chopped it off into a few slices that fell onto a plate sitting on the counter. Next, you could see two large indents form inside her chest, where she threw the bread into, and concentrated her body heat to superheat the slices into perfectly-cooked toast.

Erica concentrated and began swelling her stomach outwards to make a fat, juicy, pink belly, and stood above the pan on the stove. She converted her right hand into a large carving knife, and began cutting away at her own soft stomach, producing a few strips of bacon that fell down right into the skillet, ready for frying.

She had wished there was an easier way to do this trick, but this is the easiest way that she’s come up with so far. She took a deep breath, stretched her legs apart, and started wiggling her soft butt until it produced a few white feathers, and began quite literally laying chicken’s eggs. She engorged one of her hands into a bowl shape to catch them before hitting the floor, brought them back up to surface level, cracked them, and threw them in the other pan.

With all 4 of her hands at her disposal, she finished cooking and plating in record time, and came into our bedroom with a beautifully-presented breakfast in bed, made-to-order, and flopped down in bed beside me while her second pair of arms retracted back into her torso.

“What’s on the to-do list for today, babe?” Said Erica.

“Well, I was checking our e-mail backlog, and it looks like we’ve got a few picture commissions we should catch up on.”

“Alright, what have they got for us this time?”

Well it looks like it’s a few different people, but they’re all sourced from one website called ‘rubber reader’, so probably more elastic stuff.”

Erica, laying face-down in bed, swiveled her head 180 degrees to show me a sultry look in her eyes and let out a devious grin.

“Sounds like fun, but can I have MY breakfast first? I went to all this work for you.”

“Trust me, it’s my pleasure.”

“Yeah, I bet it is, you lucky boy, you.

Erica flipped herself over so that she was now lying next to me face-up (with her head back in the normal human position).

Getting in the spirit of today’s theme, she extended her tongue a few extra feet longer than normal, looping around my dick a few times, heavily coating it with saliva, and began rubbing it up and down solely using her tongue. Erica was just casually laying down next to me, snuggled up with her own blanket, arms behind her head relaxing, while I had easily one of the best handjobs of my life. Talk about easy for both of us.

After a minute or two, she started getting impatient with me for not cumming yet, and decided to speed up the process.

She retracted her giant snake-tongue and re-positioned herself so that she was in the cowgirl position, riding my dick not like a bull, but an elegant show-horse; firm, but gentle, slow, and sensual. Doing the best I could to keep up with her, I started doing my fair share of thrusting as well.

As I started to feel an orgasm coming on, she was in the middle of changing her body in preparation for the big event. I felt something familiar beginning to wrap around my penis, so it wasn’t alarming because of that, but more so because I wasn’t expecting to feel it while in this position. The lips of her vagina really decided to live up to their name, as they quite literally began to shift into a perfect pair of pouty red lips and a full set of teeth, giving me what can only be described as a “vagina blowjob”, a term that was not even virtually possible until a few seconds ago. There was no limit to how deep Erica’s throat could go, and especially not now, since there wasn’t a throat to stretch out. My initial confusion regarding her biological change was met with her eyes staring down at me to see my dumbfounded face, and saying “what’s the matter, you never fuck a shapeshifter before?”

Oh, I love it when she talks. That sent me flying way over the edge as I came like never before into her (literal) second mouth. She made what appeared to be a swallowing motion with her neck and throat, making a “gulp” sound, but it turns out she had re-arranged her organs so that she could swallow from her new mouth as well.

“Fuck, that’s so good”

She began panting and breathing faster, ready to finish up on her end. My dick was in pain because of how sensitive it was after just finishing, but I wanted to let her finish, god damn it. I fought through the pain for another 30 seconds or so, until she flung her head back and let out a primal scream of pleasure, squirting out her own juices onto me and letting her body relax.

“Oh, hold on. Let me get that while I’m down there.”

As her secondary lips let go of me, she decided to go a step further with the “mouth” motif, and formed a whole new tongue, lashing out onto me and licking up all the juices she had just released.

“How does it taste?” I said.

“Wait, you or me?”

“Well either, I guess.”

“I can control my taste buds to make whatever flavors I want, so I purposefully made your cum my favorite flavor to give me an extra incentive to come back to you to feed me.”

“What else can I guy ask for?”

“Not much. You’ve got it pretty good, mister, don’t you forget it.”

Erica began forming her hands into gigantic springs, and pushed herself off the bed and onto the floor.

“Let’s spring into action for this photoshoot,” she said.

“I love you, but I don’t know if I love you THAT much,” I replied.

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

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“So what’s first for these commissions?” Erica asked.

“I’m pulling up the order form now. It looks like we’ve got someone who wants to see a cute redhead stretched out all across the room, the couch, the TV, the whole 9 yards.”

“Oh I’ll give them much more than 9 yards.”

Erica set down her glasses on the coffee table and got to work. She slimmed her body weight down to a delicate petite size, and started to focus on her head. She shook her head back and forth until her locks of brown hair began to shimmer into a bright ginger red color. Stretching her neck to look in the bathroom mirror in the next room over, she got a better look at herself.

Unsatisfied, feeling as though something was missing, she concentrated on her hair a bit more, getting a nice floaty curl to her orange masterpiece. A quick blink changed her brown eyes into a bright and shimmering blue, and a bit of concentration let Erica shower her face in freckles around her cheeks and forehead. To complete the look, she decided to bring her hands to her face, and physically mold it to make *just* the right shape she was looking for, pulling, pushing, and stretching her features to match the mental image she conceived.

“Okay, what do you think?” said Erica.

“Perfect, let’s see what you’ve got.” I said.

Erica sat down in the center cushion of the couch to get herself in a good position. She began extending all of her appendages outwards about 5-6 feet and let them go limp for good measure, really driving home the feeling of “the ultimate relaxation”. In the meantime, Erica’s torso was now yards longer than it normally was, fulfilling the requester’s description nearly perfectly; soft and stretchy body, strewn all around the entire living room of a house.

Erica struck a few different poses and tried some new positions just to give the buyer a selection of options to pick from as a “sorry” for being late on their delivery.

“What’s next?”

“We’ve got RubberBro1991 asking for ‘an ebony dominatrix tying up a girl on a rack using only her stretchy hands’. What do you think?”

“Let me see… Okay, I think I have an idea of how I can do this. Do you still have that decorative sword I got you for your birthday?”

“Uh yeah, it’s uh… right… here. There we go. Why do you ask?”

“I hope you’ve been practicing with your sword skills as much as I’ve been practicing this little number. Slice me open.”

“You’re sure?”

“I haven’t figured out how to rip myself in half yet, so this is what we’re gonna do in the meantime.”

“If you say so.”

Anyone in this situation would obviously have their instinctual doubts about swinging a sword directly into your wife’s face, but she seemed confident that she knew what she was doing, and I do NOT want to get on her bad side. I made a downward cutting motion right down the middle of her head, and it sliced through like butter. Afraid to look up and see what I had done, I finally turned my head to see two drop-dead gorgeous women standing in front of me. One was the girl I had just gotten to know, the cute redhead from the last shoot. The other was the spitting image of the first thing that would come to mind the second you said “ebony goddess”; soft dark brown chocolate skin, flowing near-black hair, and an insane Amazonian-esque figure, tall, curvy, and busty.

“What do you think?”

“All I can say is ‘wow’, you really nailed this one. How did you plan on making her look like a dominatrix though?”

“Hey now, one step at a time. Watch this.”

Erica took a deep breath and concentrated for a second, attempting to “push” something out of her. A dark black liquid began to emerge from her pores all around her body, and started covering her genital regions and torso as lightly as the letter of the law would allow. The liquid began to settle and harden until it formed into a solid black leather fabric, providing Erica with a G-string, bra, and choker necklace, all with silver-stud accents, which I thought was a nice touch.

“Is that better?”

“Much better.”

“Now let’s get to work.”

Erica subliminally commanded her ginger-haired body double to create a rack base for herself, OF herself, jutting out black bars of iron from her skin and onto the floor. I figured that nobody would notice that it was literally melded into her skin if we get the lighting just right. Now that redhead Erica had a rack to enter, ebony Erica began the tightening process. Slowly walking towards the innocent red-haired girl, Erica started to really enjoy this feeling of power and got very into character. She flung her dark-brown leather-clad arms towards the helpless girl and wrapped them around her 2 or 3 times over each limb, tying herself in knots at the wrists and ankles.

Side note: Erica had a very unique perspective on this situation, because not only could she command the “other” Erica, the other body was simply an extension of herself, as if she were controlling just another arm or leg, but it just takes a bit more concentration and practice to move both at the same time. However, since the second body is simply an extension, she could sense and feel the same things that the other body would, all at the same time. Erica never really got “into” BDSM stuff, but I could tell that she was exploring some newfound feelings. I would probably do the same if I could feel the sensations of both the sub and the dom at the same time.

We finished up getting the shoot done, and decided to take a quick break for a bit.

“Get yourself together, Erica. You look like you’re all over the place” I said.

Playing along with the joke, Erica sarcastically laughed along.

“Actually, speaking of that… Let’s see if I can do this on the first try.”

Erica moved of both her bodies into position next to each other, and each one’s outermost arm pushed their respective heads together… literally. Erica made her skin on both bodies into a soft and viscous liquid form, allowing the two bodies to melt into each other and re-form into one singular Erica. The color of the caramel brown skin that her combined form had created was simply astonishing to look at, I have to admit. The two bodies melted together into one human form of liquid-y flesh, and after a few seconds began to re-form into good old Erica again.

“So, what’s next?”

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Lost Friends

If there was anything worse than losing a lover it was losing good friends, but staring at their old picture stuck to his wall Marc knew that was just what had happened. Their friendship that was never supposed to end decayed swiftly like sand running through his fingers, all just because Marc had lost his nerves and admitted feelings he knew he had best kept to himself.

It had been a fun run while it lasted, the first time Marc had ever felt he could trust people in a world were trust seemed synonymous with disaster. Oh well, he had always been better at burning bridges than building them. The part of him that had stopped believing in the world was glad his last ties to said world had been cut, the smaller part that still believed cried silently.

The playlist he had created just for days like this was perfect, full of songs no anti-depressant could ever attempt to counter. It did a fine job of making him feel twice as drunk as he was, even blurred out the ringing door bell to a degree. With a sigh he wondered if he could just ignore it, not feeling like talking to anyone but then the music made it clear he was home.

If there was anything that could possibly worsen his mood the look through the eyehole did just that. Y was this friendly neighbor he got along with whenever they met and with whom he would likely have become friends if his social circle hadn’t been so tight and if he hadn’t been so focused on the ultimately futile task of winning over another woman. He had always felt bad about pushing her away when it was obvious they liked each other, but now he hoped she hadn’t come to talk and just needed some milk or whatever.

There were times when a friendly face and an ear to listen to problems eased the pain of mental scars, but before that the fresh wounds would have to be licked and heal slowly for a night or fortnight. Scars were something to be proud of, wounds just symbolized defeat and weakness.

Opening the door he tried to put up his best impression of a cold hearted, stone faced Marc, fully prepared to deal with her in the doorway and get back to feeling like shit as soon as possible. Something in her face and that posture with her arms locked behind her back let that plan fail before he had a chance to execute it, involuntarily putting a friendly smile on his face.

“Hey.” Not that cold hearted either, he was on to a damn good start.

“Hey, I walked past your door and couldn’t help but notice you need someone to talk to.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah, that music on that volume screams ‘someone rescue me please’, and I just happen to be that someone.”

Again he couldn’t help but smile, there was something incredibly saddening about her genuine smile.

“That’s incredibly nice of you, but I’m afraid the music really just screams ‘let me suffer in peace’.”

“Nonsense, you’re not going to let me stand out here, are you?”

“'Fraid so. Look, I really don’t want to be impolite, but…”

Instead of the insulted expression he had expected her smile only widened as she brought her hands to the front, to his surprise holding a sixpack of Guinness.

“I didn’t think I would have to bribe my way in, but if you don’t feel like talking to me maybe you feel like talking to these bottles.”

He felt his resistance dwindle, there was something about someone actually caring about him that he just couldn’t ignore or push away in his current state.

With a sigh he stepped aside and opened the door a little wider, provoking a snorting snicker as she slipped in.

“I guess I should feel a little insulted.”

“Don’t, it’s not about that beer.”

Nelly kicked off her shoes and looked back over her shoulder with that stupidly cute smile that could just wipe away sadness like a windshield wiper, each back and forth keeping the rain at bay until the storm eventually passed.

“Not just any beer, that’s liquid sadness. Perfect for a night like this, tastes best dilluted with tears. Come, I think you have a story to tell.”

He realized the damage was already done and that he might as well adapt to the change of plan, talking just might help after all. Before long they found themselves on opposite ends of his couch, passing bottle opener and bottles. They pulled up their knees and snuggled into blankets, not unlike he had with the others not that long ago when his home had still been a frequent meeting place for them.

She hadn’t been wrong, the dark and bitter taste of Guinness was certainly never out of place but now it fit his mood perfectly, running over his tongue as if it had to tell stories of its own and enticing him to stop holding back his own.

He smiled wrily, wondering where to start.

“Must be a woman”, Nelly helped him while smiling into her bottle, “ain’t no way anything else can leave you that shattered.”

For some reason that sentence alone gave him back that distance to the events he had so desperately lacked and he couldn’t help a snorting giggle. “Sure is, and it’s really not much of a story. She was my best friend, I got stupid and couldn’t keep my mouth shut, now I’m out a best friend and a whole group of friends in the process. Happens to everyone at some point I guess.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier.”

He took another sip, enjoying the silence and clarity it brought to his mind. “No, no it doesn’t.”

“The blonde chick? I think I’ve walked past her on the stairs once or twice.”

“Yeah, it’s probably the one you’re thinking of. Hard to turn away from, harder to look at.”

“Fits the image in my head. What’s her name?”

“I am kind of trying to forget.”

“Not for now, try to remember things while they are still fresh. In a year she might be a fading memory, a ghost of the past that makes you shiver and hiss in shame when you think about her, hardly knowing why you liked her enough to do this to you.”

Leaning back into the pillows Marc smiled to no one in particular. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Tell me about it. So, come on. Name, what was it you liked so much about her?”

“Aw, whatever. Sarah. Actually I don’t think it fits her that much, or rather the person she really is. A bit bland and if you look at her the first impression is just that, bland. Then I got to know her a little and my impression changed to 'a little bland, a little bitchy’, but with a fun note. The kind where you’re happy you are on the right side of things.”

“Then you get to know her more, start seeing the hidden layer where she’s a bit lonely, a little desperate for friendship and trust. You start seeing parts of yourself in her, next thing you know every movement she makes kind of looks divine, the smile looks mysterious in the dying light of the evening and the sentences you exchange seem to have a hidden meaning.”

“You sure sound like you’ve gone through that before.”

“Mh.”

“I guess in the end I liked the challenge more than the actual prize.”

“If you can see that already you are off much better than I was. Took a good year out of my life the first time, really not a time I like remembering too much.”

“I can imagine. Thanks that you are though, it feels a lot better to talk than I imagined.”

“And thinking you almost closed that door for good.”

And there it was again, that feeling that Nelly was talking on two layers. With an inner sigh he leaned back again. Not this time.

But there was that smile again, how had she called it? A little mysterious, a little teasing and with a hint of 'don’t even think about it’ mixed in for good measure. Only this time it was followed by a slightly embarrassed and apologetic giggle.

“I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t play with you that way, not now.”

He was more than slightly annoyed, but his 'I’d appreciate that’ came out a lot softer than the words had sounded in his head. A little weak, a little begging and a whole lot pathetic considering the circumstances.

The tension was almost palpable for a second, but then Nelly branched the distance between them by extending a foot and bumping his knee with her toe.

“Hey, lighten up. I’m sorry, I mean it. It’s funny to tease most of the time.”

Marc smiled, relaxing his muscles. “It actually was funny coming to think of it. How can it be so easy to walk into the same trap twice in days.”

“Because it’s easy to sell people what they need or want. Like, I’m pretty sure I could sell you a foot massage right now.”

Against better knowledge Marc chuckled. “And what would that cost me? Hypothetically speaking of course.”

“Oh, just a new bottle because mine’s empty.”

“That… feels like an acceptable price, but you know you can get that for free.”

He opened another bottle and handed it over before finishing his own and grabbing one for himself. He wasn’t exactly sure if beer and talking had eased enough his mind enough or if he was just getting too drunk for his own good, but he sure wanted that foot massage now. Any physical contact, really.

“Yeah I know, but maybe I simply like to make up for my slip. Come on, no excuses.”

While he was still wondering if he should or not Nelly had already moved forward, lifting his feet and resting them in her lap. Marc slid down, resting his neck against the pillows with closed eyes, enjoying the moment.

“You know, for what it’s worth you’re not so bad at making up.”

Her fingers dug into his feet. “Nothing compared to my making out skills.”

“There, you’re doing that again. That just earned you another five minutes.”

“Right, my bad.”

They were in that strange zone now where they could freely joke. A demilitarized zone, combatants realizing they weren’t all that different in the end, tossed around the battlefields by forces outside their influence. Even her touch felt friendly, caring when the same from Sarah would have put his senses at full alert and steered his thoughts into weird directions. Not that his thoughts were all that pure now, but this was a different game altogether and he could handle it. For now.

“You are thinking about her, I can feel the tension.”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s hard not to.”

“That’s okay. Try to relax though, it’s like pressing squares into round whores.”

Marc let out a little laugh, part to the joke and part to her fingers tickling the sole of his feet.

Nelly stopping momentarily to take a sip before she continued ripped him out of the flow enough to realize in a moment of clarity that the demilitarized zone he had thought them in was a mere illusion, the cease-fire fragile and temporary.

In the end they belonged to different sides of the ever raging war, but for a few invaluable moments nothing of that mattered and Marc realized he liked a good enemy much better than a bad ally.

The feelings inside his head were conflicting wildly, the majority warning him that he was playing with fire, likely to get burned. The minority put up a hard fight though, and the longer he felt Nelly’s fingers circling around his toes the more its voice seemed like the reasonable one.

Finally he realized that he could either lose a fight he had never fought at worst or fight a winning battle at best, all signs pointing to the latter.

Opening one eye he looked at her, the smile on her face in that irresistible triangle of inviting, waiting and playfully innocent. “You know exactly where my thoughts are going, don’t you?”

Her head tilted to the side she nodded ever so slightly, smile transformed into a grin. “Mh. I’m just afraid I can’t just make a move on you when you’re half drunk half vulnerable and you can’t make a move because you don’t want me to feel like a rebound fuck.”

Marc’s dick was telling him he definitely could and should make a move, but instead he snickered. “I guess that means we won’t get anywhere from here then.”

The snicker turned into a barely suppressed squeal as Nelly dug her fingers deep into his feet. “Wrong answer, try again.”

There were only so many times Marc could lie to himself that he didn’t want any part in this game. “I’m sorry, I meant to say 'let’s get naked’.”

A second later her fingers were gone from his feet, leaving a cold harsh lack of touch in their wake, but when he opened his eyes he noticed they were needed to get her out of the worn sweater. Marc tried to get upright to help Nelly out of her clothes, but she pushed him back down. Catching her hand in the process Marc pulled her down with him, catching her fall with hands, body and lips that offered a landing pad for hers.

His hands around her neck he pulled her in close, their lips not leaving each other’s until they were both out of breath. There was something in her eyes that outweighed everything else, a genuine desire that had nothing devious and even seemed… relieved. Only now did he realize that Nelly must have waited for this moment a lot longer than the hour Marc had had to see the light, such a feeling didn’t develop overnight.

Marc ran his fingers across her forehead, brushing a strand of hair out of the way before they continued their way down her cheek and neck and slightly tucked on her chin to bring her in for another kiss. This time their lips only touched for a brief moment before she put a finger on his lips, keeping him locked down harder than any weight could  have.

“We have all night to be nice together, but I don’t feel you inside me in ten seconds flat I might just die in a case of spontaneous combustion.”

“I can do it in nine.”

“All talk no walk”, she uttered while she got up from the couch to get out of shirt and pants, standing over him naked before he had even gotten out of his shirt.

“Too slow. Poof, there I go. Hope you enjoy fucking my smoldering remains.”

“All night long. Was nice knowing you.”

“Oh, you’ll get to know me alright.”

With that Nelly helped him out of his jeans that had barely found their way to the floor before she was on top of him, her hand guiding him into her. There was no resistance, only wet warmth engulfing him as he slid into her. Marc followed her gaze go through phases of hunger, love and hate with everything in between before she settled on a determined look that could have scared weaker minds.

Her hips played along, bouncing up and down on him at a furious pace as soon as she had balanced herself with her hands pressing his shoulders down. He wasn’t a player in this game, he was the playing field. Not that he could complain, all room for complaints in his head filled with the image of her breasts hypnotizing him.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to keep that pace for long before she would have to slow down, but then his time would come and their roles would change. For the time being he just had to lie back, hold her hips and push his own hips up now and then to make sure she couldn’t settle into a rhythm.

The moment she slowed down noticeably his hands on her hips turned her around before he was on top of her. Her eyes told him she was confused, as if she had just woken up in her bed with her head facing the wrong direction. His first thrust came hard, harder than she had expected and forcing a squeal out of her. An embarrassed, slightly annoyed smile raced across her smile, then disappeared when his next thrust made her eyes lose focus, staring at some point in the distance.

Marc grabbed her by the neck, holding her steady while he watched Nelly go from hungry over begging him to keep fucking her to only begging with her eyes because her voice was gone, all air used for moans, squeals and half-hearted attempts at words that made no sense.

She came almost silently, her head sinking into his hand and her body losing all tension in a series of shivers. Her pussy tightened up so much that he came close to coming himself, only kept from filling her up immediately by the desire to look into her eyes while he did so. As soon as some sense returned into Nelly’s eyes she looked at him and nodded with a satisfied and exhausted grin. Marc tightened up all muscles and thrust as deep into her as he could, a myriad of bad memories and decisions wiped from his mind as he came inside of her and struggled for balance while his dick tried to move in any direction and ultimately decided there was no way out.

Only now noticing how cold a properly heated room could feel without clothes on they hurried back under the blankets, looking at each other from opposing sides of the couch like they had not long before, only completely different.

Nelly put up a smile that seemed to tell a story of its own even though Marc couldn’t read it, her left cheek pulled up in a sleazy, secretive way that fucked with his mind worse than her body ever could have.

“Any regrets?”

Marc nodded, feeling the same kind of smile distort his own face now.

“Yeah, wasting a year of living next to you on another woman.”

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Looking Down at You

I was standing above you as you lay there with your eyes closed… naked. I could tell you were awake, so I lay next to you and pulled you to me. I reached around and cupped your breast as I felt your warm butt press into my mid section. You fit perfectly next to me. Your nipples hardened as I took turns massaging both your breasts... you pressed closer to me. I kissed the back of your neck and I felt my cock begin to stiffen and press between the cheeks of your ass. You pressed harder into me as you felt me lengthen between your butt cheeks. Your breathing increased and i moved my hand down between your legs and felt your wetness. You moaned as I fingered you and slightly spread your legs as my cock grew bigger. You begged me to go deeper. Your insatiable need to cum was well known to me. I felt the tip of my cock press into your outer lips as I fingered you and felt your warm wetness on the head of my cock which brought me to my full length. I rolled you over on your stomach, and told you to raise yourself up. As you pressed your ass up to me I buried my face between your legs and eagerly tongued your wetness. The smell of your sex was intoxicating. My tongue plunged into your wet pussy and you moaned louder calling my name and pressing against me. I pulled back, rolled you onto your back and turned so that my mouth was between your spread legs and I spread my legs over your face. I felt your mouth on my cock, sucking me and I went at your pussy even harder as I pressed my cock deep in your mouth and pumped. My tongue lapped your pussy and I slowly inserted my finger into your ass. Your legs spread wide to make it easier for me, your hips pressed up and began to jerk as you came. Your sounds of ecstasy were muffled by my cock which you sucked incredibly well. I lapped your cum and licked you until your movements began to subside. I could wait no longer. I slid off you, turned you over again and pushed you face down on the bed. I spanked your full ass and told you to raise it up. You spread your legs enough to let me enter you. You were so wet. I slid in and almost came as your wet walls engulfed and milked me. I entered you fully, feeling your soft butt cheeks on my thighs. I stayed deep inside you and then slowly began to pump in and out of you. You moved with me as best you could but I was on top and in control. You begged me to fuck you harder and my rhythm increased as I felt my cock continue to swell inside you. You were so wet. It was incredible. You shuddered as as I plunged deep inside you and you gasped and came again. Your quivering hips and moans were so fucking sexy. My cock began to swell and I started to feel my climax approaching. You closed your legs around my thrusts and I felt your butt tighten as your pussy tugged at my cock. I pulled out of you and you knew to turn around. I stood over you and you kneeled in front of me. You looked at me hungrily as your beautiful, warm, wet mouth searched to engulf my bulging hard cock. I gripped my shaft to hold back the flood until your mouth was inches away. I let go and moaned as I felt my release. I looked down as you allowed the first wave of cum to splash on your lips before opening and fully engulfing me. You stroked me as I bucked with every release. I loved the sounds of your eager sucking and how you milked my cock with my cum dripping down your chin. You took every drop of me and left your lipstick stains on my shaft.... And as I pulled back, I’ll never forget how incredible you looked.

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Oilers game

We got back to our room after the oilers game where Trudy and I had a quite a few drinks. She always gets really horny when she’s drinking. She stripped down to her pink lace bra and matching panties. She looked sooo good. She told me she needed me to eat her pussy. I gladly obliged and spread her legs pulled her panties to the side and began licking from her asshole to her clit. She was moaning like crazy. Then I slid a finger in her ass and one in her cunt while I was sucking and licking her clit. This drive her over the edge and she came instantly. She said she needed a minute while her body calmed down a bit. She started stroking my rock hard cock and playing with my balls. Then she moved down and licked around my head before taking the whole thing down her throat. Trudy was bobbing her head up and down while playing with my balls. Mmmm god that feels good baby I was moaning. She brought me to the brink then took me out of her mouth and moved her body up mine and slipped my cock inside her soaking wet pussy. She was riding me slowly telling me how good my cock felt inside her. I reached up and squeezed her perfect nipples as she let out a loud groan and came all over me. I rolled her over into doggystyle and rammed my cock back into her cunt from behind. By now we were both moaning and groaning. I started to fuck her hard and fast my balls slapping on her clit. I yelled out load “I’m Cumming baby” she screamed out another orgasm as she felt my hot cum shooting into her pussy.

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Keeping My Sister’s Secret

Prologue

My name is Mike and I’m going to tell you a secret about my sister Kate and I have. Our dark, dirty, and not so little secret. A little more about us, we’re both Greek and grew up near an American military base. Our father worked in the base and had made many friends in the American military, they all came and go as they transferred in and out of Greece.

But there was one in particular Kate and I remembered named Jerome, but we called him “Big Jerry" because he was definitely a big guy. Big Jerry was a black man that stood at six foot three inches and weighed over two hundred and fifteen pounds in pure muscle weight.

When we first met Jerry, I only eight years old and Kate was still five. I believe Jerry was twenty nine years old. Every month my dad would bring us to the base for his work’s family day picnics, eventually I joined a sports league on the base with a lot of the American kids whose parents were stationed in Greece. Jerry was actually our team’s coach, and of course my dad brought my mom as well as Val to see our sports games.

Outside of the sports, Jerry and my father became best friends. My father often invited Jerry over on the weekends, when he did, Kate and I were often excited. Of course I looked up to him because he was my coach, but for Kate, Jerry was like that playful uncle that always make her laugh. He was very affectionate towards her and called her princess.

My mother would tease Kate telling her that her boyfriend was coming to visit. That alone made Kate wait by the door until he arrived and always followed him around. It also didn’t help that he brought her gifts every now and then. Those were some of the greatest years during our childhood. Three years after first meeting Jerry, my dad hosted a big party for him. It was a goodbye party because Jerry was being transferred back to America.

Kate cried when he left, I felt a little bummed about it too. But nothing like Kate. She was heart broken. Even though to Jerry, he saw it as nothing more than being friendly to his best friend’s little daughter, to Val it was different. As a little girl, in her mind Jerry was actually her boyfriend. He was her first love.

Ten years had passed. At twenty one years old I don’t play sports anymore, but I do like to stay fit. Besides going to college I spend most of my time in the gym working out. I’m five foot and eight inches tall with black hair. But, I’m sure you’re probably wanting to know more about Kate.

Kate was now eighteen years old and in her first year in college. She had grown a lot in the last ten years. She was petite standing at five foot with three inches and a skinny body type. Of course her skin was white, but beautifully tanned from the Greek sun that complimented her brown hair with dark green eyes.

Of course you’re wondering more about her appeal, well her breasts were a size thirty four and a round firm ass that would make anybody want to grab and squeeze. Mix that with a great smile with her lips, a thin upper lip with a full lower lip. They weren’t too wide, but just enough to let your imagination come up with naughty things you’d like to see those sweet lips do.

It was Kate’s first year in college, she had her own house, as did I. Although we moved out of our parent’s house we all still lived in the same city near the base. Kate was a quiet girl, she wasn’t a party animal at all. Instead she spent most of her free time reading, drinking coffee at cafes, and walking with her boyfriend Bill. Kate was a good girl and focused on her studies on psychology.

Of course things were about to change. Now that you know more about us, you’re about to learn more about what happens during the next few years. As the school year started, the Americans were celebrating a holiday called Labor Day on their base. Our father had brought us to the base for another family picnic like we used to when we were kids. This is where our story begins.

[erotic-literature]

Sexy wife

She came to bed wearing a blue lacy bra and matching thong. Trudy looked so sexy it was amazing. I started reading her threesome sex stories which make her really horny. She was stroking my hard cock and breathing deeply. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to taste her sweet pussy. I moved down her sexy body and pulled her soaking wet thing to the side and ran my tongue from her ass to the top of her clit. She started to moan. Then I slid 1 finger in her ass and 1 in her pussy and started fingering her while sucking and licking her clit. She came instantly. Before Trudy quit shaking from her orgasm I moved up and slid my rock hard cock inside her. She was so warm and wet I knew I wouldn’t last long. I fucked her hard and fast. I pushed in as deep as I could and filled her wet cunt with my hot cum.

[desirsexuel]

He has her pinned up against a wall behind the school. He bites on her neck, just once, as temptation, before grazing his slightly stubbled cheek along hers. He lets his lips catch hers for a moment, nipping at her lip as his hands travel up her sides and he holds himself against her tensely. He breathes against her neck - his hands lower fiddling with the top of her pants. His lips catch hers again, he gently slides his tongue along her lower lip.. then goes in for the kill.

- Euterpe 

[desirsexuel]

Slowly, he opens one blue eye and then another, the world is blurry and silent. It is the calm after a great battle fought between the sheets. The light, soothing smell of lavender pierces the heavy stench of sweat, weed and cum.

He closes his eyes again and deeply inhales the lustful aroma and is once again reminded of his immense satisfaction. With a soft mew in her sleep, she pulls his attention from recollecting last night’s accomplishments. He pulls the few sheets left on the bed over to cover her naked body and wraps himself around her as well. Her warm skin against his own, rekindles some of the passion that was felt in the late hours of the night. Her body quickly soothes his mind to sleep, but her presence excites his dreams and awakens his sex drive. Still half dreaming he expresses his desire for her, but she has already crawled under the blankets in response to his hard cock pressing up against her pussy as he dreamed about her.

Slowly at first, she slides her mouth over his pulsing dick, and begins to pick up the pace. By now she is massaging her clit, growing wetter by the second. He pulls her up and kisses her with a passion fuelled by lust and the trailing high of their nocturnal adventures in the bedroom and in the kitchen and under the shower and just about anywhere else that would support their rabid humping. Their tongues intertwine, relishing in the lingering tastes of liquorice vodka and sweet Mary Jane. Her hand still stroking his cock, she begins to pull her soft lips from his then bites down on his lower lip with enough pressure to leave a mark. Everything stops as their eyes meet once again, both can see the mounting pressure coming from each other’s desire for the their partner’s body.

He reaches up to take hold of her and gives her one quick kiss before throwing her onto the bed. He traces kisses down her neck, between her breasts and over her tight stomach. With another look into her bright green eyes and an impish smile he slides his long, hot tongue into her even hotter pussy. Pressing up and sliding it out, she throws her head back as he begins to flick his tongue against her clit. She runs her fingers through his dark hair and grabs a handful while he continues to eagerly eat her out. He raises his head up, his mouth full of her taste. Greatly turned on by her encouraging moans of pleasure, he is still rock-hard. He asks her if she’s ready while he teases her cunt with the just the head. She bites her lip – readying herself to the ecstasy and adrenaline – and nods her agreement. Slowly, he slides his thick cock all the way inside her tight hole, stretching her open as she digs her nails into his back. She opens her mouth to scream, but instead she lets out a quiet moan as his cock slides all the way to her cervix. He exits much quicker, prompting her to quiver with delight. He picks up the pace with each thrust more powerful than the last until he finds the right rhythm. She begins grinding herself into him, rotating her hips with his thrusts to get the best possible experience.

The room is once again filled with the smell of hot sweat and the sound of flesh on flesh. She cries out for him to go harder and faster and as the pressure builds and the emotion peeks and they both approach their climaxes. With one powerful thrust, he penetrates deep into her soft body and pulls out sharply as he sets off her squealing, shaking orgasm. His hot cum landing over her firm, full tits. She runs a finger through the wet, sticky mess and licks it clean before giving a shy giggle. As he drops face-first into the pillow next to her - exhausted, but utterly satisfied - they let out a simultaneous sigh. They pause to catch their breath, both still panting, their hot breath adding to the intoxicating heat of the small room. She rolls over to kiss him on the cheek and with a smile says “good morning!

- Mike 

[desirsexuel]

Katie had only just found her seat and already she was feeling uneasy. The theater was packed; it was after all opening night. To her left sat a couple of teenaged girls chatting and giggling, to her right a father and son busy talking about the score of the game tonight. She did a quick scan of the dimly lit room but she couldn’t see him. She knew he was there, she just didn’t know where.

He had given her the toys and instructions to which she had to follow to the letter:

-8pm, Theater 7, row 5, seat 8 -Enter the theater with the beads in place and insert the vibrator when the lights dim -short skirt and no panties -Do not leave your seat for any reason -Do not cross your legs -Do not remove the beads or vibrator at any time for any reason -failure to comply with any of these rules will result in severe punishment

The lights dimmed and the room came to a dead silence. Katie reached into her purse discreetly as possible, her heart pounded as she pulled the smooth silver vibrator from her purse, and slid it up her pussy when she was sure nobody would notice. She sat uncomfortably for the next few minutes while the previews played. She sat in suspense waiting for him to make his move.

The previews had ended and the opening credits began to play. The vibrator hummed to life, catching her off guard, a gasp was made quite audible before she was able to close her mouth. Holding her head in her hands Katie could feel their eyes on her, she could feel his eyes. The movie had started and the faint humming from her cunt was drowned out by the orchestral scores and action sequences. Looking up she saw the coast was clear, and everyone, like a zombie stared blankly ahead at the pretty pictures. Moving with the rising action he turned the dial higher and higher. Cupping her hands over her mouth she whimpered softly, unable to stop the pulsations coming from inside her. He had the remote and it was over when he deemed it so. Her legs squirmed anxiously, she had to stop herself from instinctually crossing her legs, and instead she clenched them together. Unfortunately this made the vibrations more intense and she was forced to spread them, accidentally nudging the girl next to her, although she did not seem to notice her, the thought persisted in her mind. What if she had looked over? What if she did confront her? What if she was found out in this crowded room of people? The thought both terrified and excited her.

About fifteen minutes into the movie, the action had settled down and he had turned the vibrator to what appeared to be the lowest setting, now nothing more than a minor tingle rather than pleasurably pulsing. It had been set so high during the fight scene her nerves barely registered it. It wasn’t enough; she couldn’t bare being teased like this. Getting a bit comfier in her seat she let one hand meander under her skirt and up against the vibrator, slowly twisting and pulling it in and out, tugging on the beads, rubbing her clit, anything to get a little more pleasure. She sat silently masturbating for a while until she noticed the vibrations beginning to rise; she was eagerly anticipating the climax.

Her cell phone went off in her purse breaking the silence of the theater. Her heart stopped as what seemed like the entire movie theater started glaring at her. In all the preparation she had forgotten to turn off her cell phone. Rushing to turn it off she caught the eyes of all the disappointed fans in the audience. Acting as fast as she could she removed her hand from her crotch and silenced the loudly chirping cell. Sinking shamefully into her seat, she had noticed the vibrator had turned off. She checked her cell phone, he had called her, and he was playing with her, embarrassing her on purpose.

“Excuse me miss,” the man next to her whispered, “Could you please turn off your phone? I paid a lot of money for these tickets.”

“Sorry.” She whispered shyly, removing the battery, and placing it back into her purse. Sitting nervously in silence and on the verge of tears she wanted nothing more than this to be over.

Much to her displeasure the vibrator once again started stirring inside her without warning. Squirming in her seat, the humming was made very noticeable. She heard whispers all around her, and she knew things had gone too far. Growing increasingly annoyed the man asked again. “Ma’am, please turn off your cell phone.” But she didn’t know what to do. The humming was getting louder and she was on the verge of orgasm, she had to get out of there. After grabbing her purse, and using it to shield herself from the whispers and stares, she stood up and began to shuffle past the girls towards the aisle. Every time her legs widened the humming became louder. She had only made it a few steps when she realized it was slipping.

A look of disgust came across the girls face as it fell out into Katie’s hands and she fumbled to put the rattling device in her purse. “Ew, you fucking whore.” That was it; she hastily shuffled past the remaining people before she was blinded by a flashlight in the aisle. Her heart stopped, and she stood like a deer in the headlights. A Hand reached out and grabbed her by the arm. She held her head in shame, tears trickling down her cheeks, as she was escorted out of the theater and down the long corridor. The two didn’t say a word she just sobbed and followed him through the halls and out the doors. When Katie looked up they were in the parking lot. She didn’t understand, turning to the man she recognized his face.

“You asshole, why would you do that to me?” she burst into tears as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into his chest. She stood crying in his arms while he swayed back and forth trying to calm her down.

“It’s okay baby, I got you out of there, it’s over and nobody knows who you are.” They stood for a while longer next to his car in silence. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her on the head. “but…”

“But what?” she asked wiping the tears from her face. His hand slipped down her back and under her skirt, and he started tugging on the string. It sent a jolt through her body and her knees began to shake,

“You did break the rules, and what kind of master would I be if I let this go unpunished?” he tugged on the cord again and again each time increasing pressure. She buried her face in his chest as the first bead started to squeeze through, the anticipation building, but he stopped and it sank back into her. The theater doors swung open and audience members streamed passed them. She could already feel him gripping the sting again.

Looking up, she whispered, “Please, not here.” He gently pressed her up against the car with a playful smirk and continued pulling and tugging until she felt the first pop.

Reassuring her, he said, “It’s okay, I’m here now and we’re doing this together.” Everyone passed by completely unaware of the intense pleasure building inside her. He kept tugging harder and harder until; pop, pop, pop. Her eyes darted over his shoulder at the oblivious passers-by. With his free hand he poked, and played with her pussy, softly rubbing and flicking her clit before pulling away bringing an end to her pleasure. She stared at him confused as he whispered. “I can’t do all the work.”

Gently guiding one of her hands downward she continued rubbing and fingering her pussy. Her fingers pulsed inside of her. Lost in the rhythm, she nuzzled his neck while wrapping her arm around him in an effort to add support to her quivering legs. The feeling came rushing through her body as she rose to her tip-toes. He looked at her, her eyes stared blankly ahead of her slack jawed and panting. Her body surging with orgasmic ecstasy, she quivered against him her moans stuttering as her body tightened. She let out a sigh of relief as she slumped into his arms where they stood for a while in each other’s embrace.

They pulled up to her house at 10:15. As she got out his car he called her name, “Hey, Katie wait, I almost forgot to give you something.” He pulled out a sealed envelope labeled “instructions” and handed it to her. “For next week.” She took the envelope. Katie stared at it remembering everything that had happened tonight, everything that he had put her through. She put the envelope in her purse next to the vibrator and the beads.

“I’ll be there.”

- Sweet Tooth