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MY MOTHER SUSAN part17

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

After several minutes, she stirred. I slowly pulled my fingers from

her body and then just hugged her ass and her hips, softly raining kisses on

her buttocks, murmuring sounds of love.

“You’re not finished are you?” she asked in a tone of alarm,

looking back over her shoulder.

Kneeling, I thrust my still-hard cock in her direction and asked,

“Does this *look* like I’m finished?”

“Oh, good! Fuck me now, won’t you? From the back?”

With renewed vigor, she again pointed her butt at me. Holding her

hips in my hands, I pushed at her, but my cock missed her pussy repeatedly

until she reached back between her legs and, taking my errant dick in her

hand, guided it to her cunt’s entrance.

“There!” she declared with some pride of accomplishment.

Then, as I slowly stroked in and out of her soggy sex, she reached

back again and caressed my balls, cupping them in the palm of her hand.

“God, Billy! You’ve got huge balls!”

I suppose I took it as a judgement and said lamely, “Uh, I guess if

some of that growth went into my dick rather than my nuts, I’d have a big

cock.” It’s true that men are always concerned about the size of their

dicks.

“Baby, it’s perfect. It just couldn’t be any better. You couldn’t

pleasure me more. And you know? I *want* you to fuck my ass. If it

were any bigger, I don’t think I could take it there.”

We fell silent, grunts and sighs excepted, as we continued this

languorous coupling. Still holding her hips, looking down at the beauty of

my cock slipping into her swollen cunt . . . in and out . . . in and out. The

old in-an-out game.

Riding the pleasurable plateau, content for the moment, I

remembered something she had said and asked, “Did you really know that I

was . . . uh, lusting for you . . . all those months?”

“Sure. Oh, it shocked me at first. Thrilled me too. But I was

shocked and didn’t know how I felt really. I suppose it really hit home

when you were massaging my feet and looking under my dress. I was a

little tipsy and it gave me a thrill . . . that you were attracted to me.”

“Then what?” I asked.

“Then what? I don’t know. I was confused. You know. Mother’s

duty. Conventional morality. I was horny. You’re father . . . well, let’s

leave that alone for now, OK?”

“OK, but tell me, was I so obvious?”

“Yes and no, Billy. You weren’t rude or anything, but for someone

like me, someone who already loved you and who was affection starved, I

was a set up. I was very aware of your attention. Looking for it even.”

I began patting her butt with the palm of my right hand. “Did you

know about . . . about the panties?”

“What about them? That you liked to touch ‘em? I knew that right

away, but it was a while before I saw you pick them up to smell them.

That what you mean?”

I picked up the pace of the patting. Now it was a soft spanking,

first on one cheek, then on the other. “Yeah. I was afraid you’d find out,

but I couldn’t stop. They’re so erotic. I love the scent of you.”

“Hmmm, that feels good on my butt.” She wiggled her ass and,

glancing over her shoulder, she continued, “So, I thought about it and

decided it wouldn’t hurt to enter into a little game with you. I knew that

this wasn’t going anywhere . . . we’d never actually *do* anything, but I

…End of the part17. To be continued..

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MY MOTHER SUSAN part16

Monday, July 30th, 2007

holding her wrists above her head. I whispered in her ear, “I want you to

get on your knees, facing away from me. I’m going to fuck you from the

back.”

She gasped, “My ass?”

“That’ll be later, little girl,” giving her my oil-can Harry voice,

“Right now, I want to sink into your woman place, that sweet, hot girl

pussy, but from the back. Doggie position.”

Would my dignified mother submit to kneeling in front of me, ass in

the air, that I might fuck her like an animal?

As she was scrambling around she said over her shoulder, “God,

Billy. I love it doggie style. How’d you know?”

Kneeling just behind her, I looked down at her very narrow waist

and her beautiful ass and replied, “Didn’t. But I do now. You’re pussy

looks so sweet, pooched out that way between your legs.”

“Jesus, you’ve got a wonderfully dirty mouth.” Then she chuckled,

adding, “And I love it.”

She lowered her head to her crossed forearms, accenting the sway

of her back. With her ass pointing up, the cheeks of her buttocks opened

and I could see for the first time her ass hole. It was tan, slightly darker

than the surrounding skin, puckered and tight looking. I wondered if she’d

ever had Dad’s cock in her butt.

“You’re looking at my ass, aren’t you?” As if reading my mind, she

added, “I love anal sex but your father thinks its somehow dirty.”

“Susan, I’ve dreamed of this. Months . . . couple of years even.

And now we’re here. It’s one of those rare times when the realization is

greater than the expectation.”

“Don’t tease me, Billy. Touch me. I’m hungry for you.”

With the fingers of my right hand pointing down, I hooked my

thumb in her pussy and cupped her mons. I’d read of the so-called G-spot

and searched for it with my thumb. Almost instantly I was rewarded.

“Umph . . . yes! Right there! God, what you’re doing to me. I

can’t believe this.”

I rolled the pulp of my thumb over that slightly raised tissue under

her pubic bone as I fingered her clit on the outside. With my left hand, I

traced feather-light touches around the rim of her anus. The sphincter

tightened and then relaxed. I pushed the tip of my left index finger against

her anal opening, applying constant but gentle pressure.

“Oh, God. What are you doing? I can feel so many feelings but I

can’t tell where they’re coming from. You’re driving me ca-RAY-zy.”

Her hips were rolling and I had only to hold my right hand still to

allow her to set the rhythm and intensity. I continued to gently apply

pressure to her anal sphincter, occasionally bending down to drop a dollop

of spittle on her softening ass hole.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Do that. Do *everything*!”

As she rolled her pelvis, pushing butt back against me, my left index

finger slowly slipped into her ass up to the first and then the second joint

and finally all the way. Curving my finger forward in her rectum, I could

feel my thumb in her pussy through the thin wall of tissue separating those

two cavities. God, I couldn’t believe what was happening!

Her orgasmic song started again, initially deep in her chest and

raising to her throat, ending in a wail. Vocal restraint was not her strong

suite. For one who was normally so properly restrained, it clearly did not

extend to sexual passions and orgasms. I idly wondered if my neighbors

could hear her, and then dismissed it, not caring a whit if they did.

We both slumped to a pile of entangled limbs, she exhausted from

another orgasm and me . . . well just emotionally wiped out.

…End of the part16. To be continued..

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MY MOTHER SUSAN part15

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

She rushed on after her rhetorical question, “If we do this – and

God, I want to – there’s no turning back. There’s no pretending it never

happened. Our relationship will never be the same. Billy, this is a HUGE

step. Are you sure?”

“As sure as I know how to be, Mom . . . uh, Susan. If you’re

worried I’ll suddenly become some arrogant, impossible-to-control jerk

after this . . . relax. I’ll be the same person I’ve always been. I don’t want

to change our relationship. Well, except this way. Do you believe me?”

With the same look of concern, she stared at me and then slowly

nodded her head. Then, her eyes softened and she smiled and whispered,

“Yes.”

Leaning forward, I gently moved her hand away from her crotch. I

knee-walked to her up-thrust pelvis and bent my cock down to her cunt,

running the head through her wet trough and then, welding it like a stick, I

used it to thump on her clit. I started softly but rapidly increased her clit

flogging until she was gasping and twitching.

“God damn you, Billy. Quit teasing me. You’re hauling coals to

Newcastle. I’m ready, dammit.” She smiled, taking the sting out of the

words and then added, “Fuck me, you shit.”

Shit? I was seeing a side of my mother I didn’t know existed.

Again, bending my impossibly hard cock, I forced the head into her

pussy, asking, “Want more?”

She answered by thrusting her pelvis at me, effectively burying my

cock deep in her vagina, ending any thought I had of feeding it to her

slowly. Who was I kidding? As if I could have waited!

I fell forward on her, mashing her breasts under my chest. Her

arms were above her head and I grabbed each wrist with crossed hands and

imprisoning her arms. I supported much of my weight with my elbows, but

allowed my mass to hold her down as I thrust into the female depth.

“Feel my cock, Mom . . . Susan. Feel the head of my cock slip into

you . . . into your cunt.” I emphasized the T sound. “Feel it push open the

walls of your pussy. Feel me open you up. There! Can you feel the head

of my cock touch your womb?”

Her only answer was to grunt and thrust back at me. Then we

proceeded to rut. Short rapid strokes followed by slow, longer strokes,

occasionally pulling all the way out and then slamming in again.

“I’m inside you. Feel me inside your woman spot.”

She struggled and thrashed about, seeming to fight me, but never so

much they she actually got away. We both supported the sham of me

forcing her, almost raping her. Of course, the bucking and rolling of her

hips gave evidence to the lie of her struggles to extricate herself.

I spoke into her ear constantly, but I can’t tell you exactly what I

said. I simply gave mindless utterance to the train of imagery marching

through my head. I remember only that it was very vivid and very lewd,

just like my dirty talk.

Mother is multi orgasmic and she bucked her way through her first

come minutes after we started fucking. Thereafter, I controlled her

orgasms, or so it seemed to me. I would slowly build up the pace of our

copulation and concomitantly, edge into increasingly lascivious imagery,

describing in lurid detail what I was thinking and what I wanted to do with

her.

“Feel my hardness. Feel my shaft . . . inside your pussy.”

She’d throw her head back, tendon straining in her neck, eyes

closed and mouth gasping. Then, face contorted, almost as if in pain, she’d

begin whipping her head back and forth, a wail building in her throat and

she’d come again.

We rested a few moments, my cock hard in her pussy, still

…End of the part15. To be continued..

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MY MOTHER SUSAN part14

Saturday, July 28th, 2007

passion of us. No prolonged, romantic build up. No inch-by-inch

seduction. We’d fallen over the edge, both of us, and were in some run

away free-fall of lust, both mindful of what was happening and each fueling

the consuming fires of our passion. I think we were mostly beyond words

at this point.

She reached for me, as if to cuddle again, as if to kiss again. I

pushed her back into the couch and her legs came up. In one motion, I

pulled outward on the inside of one knee, opening her up to me, nude save

her hose and garter belt framing her wet, swollen and open pussy. I gazed

at it in absolute awe, it seemed for a long time but in fact was probably

only seconds. Then, making eye contact, I gradually lowered my head

toward her crotch, that she would know my full intent.

I paused, studying here pussy. As I expected, she trimmed the

edges of her luxuriant pubic bush. Her lips were bare. I looked, but

couldn’t see her anus. That area lay hidden in shadow.

Smiling, she murmured, “Oh, yes!” and slouched down even

farther, arching her pelvis up to meet me.

In contrast to my usual too-fast-to-savor-the-moment hurry, I

moved as in glue, so slowly. Looking alternately at her open pussy and

then into her eyes, I continued lowering myself slowly. I placed the palms

of my hands on her thighs, pushing them open even more. She murmured

approval, “Yes, that way.”

The sometimes-rational part of my mind was boggled. Only a little

while ago, I was dancing cheek to cheek with my mother. Not quite

innocent, to be sure, but a league from holding her legs open that I might

see her better. How’d this happen? My libido suggested that I not screw it

up by “thinking” about it.

The musky scent of her cunt wafted up to me, ripe and intoxicating.

I knew that smell. Knew it from a hundred times that I’d picked up her

soiled panties, but it was never this erotic, this intimate. I drank in her

scent as one would savor the heady aroma of heated brandy. I pulled it in

and held it.

I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me gently toward

her. I gave myself to her control and allowed her to guide me to her

pleasure. She pulled my head into her crotch and my lips first touched her

pubic hair above her slit. She rapidly corrected, pushing my head down to

the uncovered clit. I kissed it softly and she ran her fingers through my hair

as she crooned, “Oh, Billy. Kiss me there. Suck me. Please suck me.”

I pursed my lips and kissed all around her clitty, occasionally

flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Each time she lurched, as if shocked

by a small jolt of electricity. She rolled her pelvis against my face, rubbing

on my mouth as I tongued inside the wet and swollen lips of her cunt. At

the bottom of her slit, it was a swamp she was so wet. I curved my tongue

into the pool of her secretions and pulled them up, wetting her clit with her

own juices.

Her speech had become almost guttural as she explosively exhaled

each time I drove my tongue into her cunt. “Unh . . . God, I, unh . . .

needed that, unh . . . deeper, Billy, unh . . . take me . . .”

I pulled back, my face drenched, and kneeling between her legs, I

fisted my painfully hard cock that she might see me and again looked into

her eyes. Her face was in half shadow and her eyes were dark pools.

I could see her shift her vision to my cock as I slowly stroked the

shaft, bunching up the skin about the bulbous head and then pulling it

slowly back. I looked at her open pussy and then at by cock before l again

looked into her eyes, asking the silent question. Her answer was equally

silent and equally unmistakable. She looked at me gravely, then pulled her

knees up and out, while running the inverted V of her fingers down to her

pussy, opening it up in invitation.

Suddenly she clasped her crotch in her hand as if shielding it and

with a wide-eyed look of alarm, said, “Wait! Billy, *think* a minute. Think

about what we’re doing. Do you know what this means?”

I slowly shook my head, not understanding.

…End of the part14. To be continued..

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bondage story the scene

Saturday, July 28th, 2007

Archive-name: Bondage/a-scene.txt
Archive-author: theClone
Archive-title: Scene, A

the Clone fantasizes about a scene…

I think it was the blood that kept my attention, really. Not that
there was so very much of it, but it was quality blood. I mean the
image. I’m not explaining this right. I mean amidst the almost three
dozen rising welts on her back there were only three slashes that were
bleeding. I think they were on purpose. But they were bleeding so
well. Not a lot, mind you, but attractively.

You see, the blood was trickling in rivulets from these three
lashes and running down her back. The scarlet tracks split and joined
and resplit as they made their way to her shapely ass. Just in the
small of her back they spread thinly into the fine lines and contours
of her skin like a red river delta. And surrounding each gash, was a
slight red spattering, where the blood mist flew from the lash and
settled.

Where not rising or running red, her skin was pale. It was beyond
pale, it was white, like snow or alabaster. Like the little cotton
puff clouds on a fair day, her skin was. The contrast was shocking.

She hung there, her knees bent, legs unsupportive. Still
conscious, but no longer holding herself up, she hung there by her
arms. Almost without will. Her head was bent to her chest, and I
could see that the strain on her shoulders was tremendous. Yet she
hung as she had been told to before the whipping. The fact that she
could relieve the pressure on her shoulders but chose not to was
unfathomable. Admirable.

He was standing behind her, and a little to her right. She
wouldn’t have been able to see him even if she craned her neck. But
she never tried that either. We were a little further back and more on
the left, safely out of lash range. Not that we ever believed Paul
would lose control of the whip; we all agreed that he was the best of
us with it, but safety was cheap insurance.

“Watch her carefully,” he whispered to me. “Let me know if she
moves. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded ascent, and Paul dashed out of the playroom.

In less than a minute he walked calmly back into the room with an
armload of supplies. He was also one of the more inventive members of
our Club. He set them carefully down behind her, and then picked up a
dark blue cylinder with a little white picture on it. He opened a
spout on the top, poured the white contents into his hand and set the
container down. He walked up right behind her.

“I’m back my love,” he said into her ear. “You may stand now. Are
you ready for more?”

She carefully placed her feet, and slowly straightened her legs,
taking the pressure off of her shoulders a bit at a time. She flexed
her shoulders what little her restraints allowed. She shifted her
weight back and forth on her feet until she seemed comfortable, rolling
her head a bit as she did. In a minute she was standing straight and
firm. Admirable, indeed.

“If it please you, my love,” she said, “I would indeed like more.”

As soon as she finished speaking he spread the substance across her
back. “Ungh,” she gasped loudly, as if barely stifling a scream.
She almost lost her balance and her knees bent as she reflexively
strained forward.

“Salt,” I whispered to Tim, next to me.

“Not even Paul would do that,” Tim replied.

“Paul would do anything, and Trish almost so. Trust me, it’s
salt,” I said.

Paul’s glance darted to us only briefly, but it spoke volumes. I
made a mental note to stay off the business end of his whip until he’d
had time to forget that I’d spoken almost aloud during his scene.

He wetted a cloth from a bottle of water and wiped down her back.
She sighed at the cleansing and the cool feeling on her hot welts.

“Shhhh, darling,” he said. “Rest a moment.”

Paul took that moment to carefully remove his clothes, fold them,
and place them neatly on one of the tables in the playroom. This too
was behind Trish, and she couldn’t tell what he was doing. Paul
doesn’t have the most magnificent body I’ve ever seen, but it is quite
firm and flexible and serviceable. And he could use it well, when he
so chose. When he turned back to the scene, his erection made it clear
that tonight would be one of those times.

He walked back to her, picking up the tube of lube along the way
and opening it. He knelt behind her and spread her ass cheeks. He
lubed her hole well while licking the extra salty blood now drying in
the small of her back. He rose, lubed himself equally well and dropped
the tube nearby, just in case. He walked back to his pile of items and
picked up a small paddle like thing I couldn’t quite see. He slipped
the wrist strap over his hand.

He went back to her and spread her cheeks again. He positioned his
penis at her ass and entered just slightly. Paul then put his hands on
her hips and pulled her firmly to him.

“Ungh,” she grunted again. She relaxed and slide steadily onto him
until he was all the way in. Then he slowly pulled back until his head
was just inside of her sphincter, and he proceeded with one more slow
relaxing stroke.

As he was about to begin his stroke again, he grabbed the paddle
that was hanging around his wrist, and I saw that it wasn’t a paddle at
all. I was stunned to see that it was a currycomb. I wondered where
he got it; I hadn’t known that the Club had one.

This time, as he began his slow stroke in, he dragged the currycomb
firmly down her back, until it and his pelvis met at the blood delta in
the small of her back. She screamed. There were many red parallel
tracks crisscrossing the welts and cuts his lash had already induced.
On the out stroke, he didn’t touch her back, but rather bent his head
and blew cool air across the fresh marks. She sighed.

This then became his rhythm. In-stroke-drag-currycomb.
Out-stroke-bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-
bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow.
In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow. And her rhythm was
scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-
pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause.

The pauses became shorter as Paul sped up. Her sighs became
grunts, and her screams became scream-moans as they slid into the
grunts that had been sighs. He was relentless and tireless. In
minutes there were bright red streaks across her entire back running
from shoulder to ass. She had begun to bleed again from her cuts, and
she had fine red welts rising on top of her wide, wild lash welts.

When he came, he was buried deep inside her, and she shuddered
once, straining against her chains as he pressed her forward. She
shuddered again when he withdrew, still semi-erect. He walked to her
front for the first time since the scene began and kissed her gently.

“I love you,” he said.

She mumbled something I couldn’t hear in reply and let her head sag
onto her chest. He held her up, unchained her arms and carried her
carefully over to another of the tables. He wrapped her in the blanket
he’d had ready there and carried her up to her room. He would come
back later to get his things, right now she was his first concern.

We filed out of the playroom and into the library, where we each
got a glass of our favorite vice. I looked at Tim. He was already
looking at me.

“Maybe he will ask to do me next,” I said.

“Or maybe I will,” said Tim.

“Or maybe I’ll ask to do you,” I said looking at him with my best
lascivious glance.

“Maybe I’d let you,” he said.

Do The Job, theClone.

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MY MOTHER SUSAN part13

Friday, July 27th, 2007

Laughing, she replied, “Kids think their parents are dumb as well as

blind. Yes, I could tell. It’s tough isn’t it, trying to be subtle and look at

my tits at the same time!”

All pretense had vanished. Any thought I might have had for a

negotiated seduction was out the window. This wasn’t going as I’d

planned and it was wonderful. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My

beautiful mother was sitting on my lap with her breast exposed, the nipple

shining with the wetness of my saliva, groaning as she ground her bottom

into me.

“God, Mom,” I rasped, “I love you so much. I can’t tell you.”

“Yes, yes . . . I know Billy. Just love me. Hold me tight. Kiss

me.”

I couldn’t keep my hands off her body. She’d been squirming

around so much that her dress had ridden up on her thighs, exposing a

good expanse of leg. Holding her skirt-covered buttock with my left hand,

I ran my right hand up and down her body, then down to her left knee and

up under the hem of the dress to the top of her thigh, above her hose. She

scrunched down farther, helping me to lift the dress. Suddenly she was

bared to her pelvis.

“Jesus, Mom! You have such beautiful legs.”

Her only reply was to kiss me again and open her legs. I flashed

back to the afternoon I was looking up her dress. Now, however, I wasn’t

peeping. She was showing herself to me. It was clear that I couldn’t be

content just looking. Still I hesitated. Could I *touch* her there? Could I

cusp her mound in my hand? Actually feel her pussy? What the hell! In

for a penny . . .

I ran my hand up and down the soft inside of her thigh, moving

closer each time to her panties. She moaned and pushed her pelvis at me.

The side of my hand pushed against the cushy bulge of her panty crotch.

She grunted and lurched, snapping her legs shut, trapping my hand. I tried

to pull my hand out but she suddenly reached down and with surprising

strength, grabbed my wrist, I thought to pull me away from her pussy.

Instead, she opened her legs a little and pulled my hand into her crotch

even tighter, sawing me up and down against her cunt, moaning constantly.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Shit. Shit, Shit. Yes. There! Do it!”

I scrabbled my fingers, trying to get in under a pant leg edge. She

let go of my hand, lifting her hips as if to help me. I gave up and grabbed

the lacy crotch of her panties and pulled downward. Again, she heaved up,

and with her free hand, helped me pull them down, first to her low thighs

and then in a tangle of limbs, off, muttering the whole time, “Get ‘em off,

get ‘em off.”

What happened to my sedate and dignified mother? Where’d she

go and where did this lusty woman come from?

Freed of her feet, I pulled her silky panties to my nose, inhaling the

essence of her as she was groping in my lap, fruitlessly trying to pull down

my fly zipper.

“Christ! And I thought *guys* had a hard time with girls’ bras!”

she complained. “Help me, dammit.”

“Jesus, I can’t open my pants much less pull them down if you’re

sitting on me, can I?”

She laughed and said, “This isn’t going smoothly at this moment, is

it?”

Heaving her off my lap, dumping her on the couch, I replied, “No,

but it’s sure as hell is GOING . . . and right now!”

I shucked my trousers and briefs, my hard cock sticking up

obscenely. Mother’s dress and bra quickly joined the frantic pile of

clothing on the floor. Suddenly, we were both nude, or nearly so. I was

stunned at this out-of-control passion that had overwhelmed us.

A very small, detached part of my mind was observing the blind

…End of the part13. To be continued..

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MY MOTHER SUSAN part12

Thursday, July 26th, 2007

familiar shuffle that passes for soul-felt dancing. Instantly I was acutely

aware of her. Aware of the smell of her hair and the press of her breasts

and the hardness of her pubic bone against me. And, as instantly, I became

hard. I didn’t wonder if she could tell. It was blatant.

“Susan,” I asked – it sounded strange to my ear, “could I kiss you?”

“Of course, Bill. I’d like that.”

“I mean a real kiss. An adult kiss. Not some little-boy-peck-on-

the-cheek kiss.”

“Of course, a real kiss. I never expected less from you.”

She closed her eyes and offered her partially open mouth to me, her

lips wet and seemingly slightly swollen. I opened mine and kissed her lips,

initially very softly, and later with more feeling. She kissed back, making

no effort to end the kiss, seeming to melt into it all the more. We kissed

again, and we mouthed each other, breathing into each other. I gave her

my tongue again and she responded the same way, pushing the urgent,

hardened tip of her tongue deep into my mouth.

I found my self slowly rocking my pelvis into her, rubbing my erect

cock on her thigh. I felt her push back in a slow, grinding fashion, pushing

her pubic bone into me.

“Let’s sit, Bill. I want to be closer to you.” She slowly pushed me

backward toward the couch and as it hit me behind the calves and I was

falling into it, she added, “Can I sit on your lap?”

Without waiting for a reply, she half turned and lowered her bottom

into my lap, wrapping her arms about me in the same motion, her breast

under my chin, her cleavage right under my nose.

“There! That’s better,” she proclaimed, reaching for my right hand

and placing it on her hip while I placed my left hand around her bottom.

She was sitting right on top of my hard-on. She squirmed a few times as if

better defining what she was sitting on. “Isn’t that better?”

“Ummph,” I exaggerated and in a strained voice as if an elephant

were sitting on my chest, I replied, wheezing, “Yesss. So much better.”

“You turkey, you. I hardly weigh anything and besides, you

haven’t paid enough attention to me tonight. Well, at least not in the last

few seconds. I want another kiss.”

I looked up at her and mimicking her surrender, closed my eyes and

offered her my lips. She immediately ran her tongue deep into my mouth

and groaned, “God, you’re delicious,” again grinding her butt on my lap.

Without thinking or conscious decision, I ran the palm of my right

hand up from her hip, across her waist to the side of her thorax. I missed

and was palming the side of her breast. She kissed me harder in apparent

approval so I went for broke and cupped her full breast in my hand,

thumbing her erect nipple.

I don’t know when we broke that kiss. Actually, I suspect we

never did. It just slid into others. I made no pretense of touching her tit by

mistake. Rather, I palmed it and weighed it and rolled her nipple between

my fingers in as provocative a fashion as I could imagine. I wanted to feel

her breast and more, I wanted to be patently blatant about it, that both of

would know and acknowledge that I was caressing her breast and nipple.

We were both moaning and voicing largely incoherent sounds. She

was hugging my head and tussling with my hair in a passionate, almost

frenzied fashion. Our faces were wet from the open-mouth kissing and

licking. I had pulled down the bodice of her dress, exposing her demi bra.

Her dark areolae were plainly visible through the lacy half cup. Pulling the

bra cup down, her hard nipple popped out as I bent my head toward her tit.

“Yessss,” she hissed, “kiss me there. Suck me, Billy. Suck my

nipple. You’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, haven’t you?”

“You could tell?”

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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MY MOTHER SUSAN part11

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

at first by accident but when I realized what I was feeling, I pressed a bit

more with my finger rips, feeling the firm muscles of her butt moving under

my hand. The melodic strains of a familiar number floated around us.

“Thank you, Billy,” she whispered in my ear.

“For what, Mom?”

“For everything. For this day, this dance. Mostly for treating me

like a woman. Like I’m special. Like I’m . . . desirable. It’s been a while.”

The muted refrain seemed to wrap us in some terribly romantic cocoon as

we swayed closely together.

She moved against my erection. Part of me wanted her to know it

was there and another part, the scared-little-boy part of me was horrified.

It didn’t seem to bother her, so the lusty part of me won out. I just pulled

her even closer, allowing my hand to slip farther down on her ass.

Even though it was quite dim during the last dance, I maneuvered

us into a darker corner where we simply danced in place, she with her back

to the wall, me with my hand on her ass, swaying side to side with the

melody dimly heard.

She whispered something. I thought it was, “Oh, yes . . .” but I

couldn’t be sure. I pulled my head back and looked into her shining eyes,

asking an unspoken question. Her nonverbal answer was to close her eyes

and offer her lips to me, partly open. I lowered my mouth to hers, barely

touching. I could feel her breath on my lips and smell the Champaign.

Motionless, we stood together, breathing into each other. Unmistakable

this time, the tip of her tongue flicked out and ran across my lower lip. I

returned the compliment. We didn’t really kiss, at least as in pressing our

lips together. Rather, it was a mild version of dueling tongues accented

with heavy breathing.

I could feel her legs against me and her stomach pressed into mine.

As well, I could feel her full breasts pushed against my chest as I ran my

tongue down into one corner of her mouth, there pushing the hardened tip

just into her mouth and then back out. In, then out, the meaning blatant.

She groaned and then pulled back, saying, “I turn into a pumpkin in

moments. Get me out of here, please.”

Minutes later, in the deep leather bucket seats of that borrowed

560SEL, pulling away from the dance, she leaned over and placing a hand

on my arm, said, “This is magical. I don’t want it to end. Can we pretend

a little longer?”

“Pretend what, Mom?”

“That I’m your date. For just right now, that I’m your date and

we’re going home from the dance. For tonight, don’t call me Mom, OK?

Call me Susan, won’t you?”

Stopping at the exit a moment, I turned to her and placed my finger

tips on her cheek. “Susan? Yes, Susan! Would you like to dance some

more? At my place?”

The radiance of her smile thrilled me. “Yes, Bill, I’d like that a lot.”

———————————————————————

Walking into my place, I turned down the lights and switched on

some soft music. Taking her in my arms, I said, “I would like to have this

dance, if you please, and then the next dance, and the dance after that and

then . . .”

She shushed me with a finger on my lips and saying, “Yes, each of

them . . . they’re yours.” Then, slipping off her pumps, she nuzzled into

my neck, whispering, “For the rest of this magical evening, I’m yours.

Ready or not, here I come.”

This time there was no proper and polite arms-length beginning to

this dance. We simply resumed where we’d left off, body to body in that

…End of the part11. To be continued..

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MY MOTHER SUSAN part10

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

unobstructed view of her bra-clad tits. Any forlorn thoughts I had about

being suave were lost at the moment. Cartoonists have done well using my

expression, eyes bugging and tongue lolling out. Tres cool, that was me.

“Nice!” I gasped. I was also quite articulate.

“The perfume?” she asked, laughing and not waiting for an answer,

added, “Now, I want to dance, Mr.”

Perhaps I’d had healing of a few damaged neuronal circuits, or

maybe I’d just matured a fraction, but my dancing was remarkably

improved. I could say that, knowing that I’d not stepped on her feet, at

least not as much. A definite improvement. Keep in mind that that’s a

relative statement, given my starting point. Nevertheless, we danced and

danced, initially a bit stiffly, but gradually with greater grace and closeness.

At first we chatted a bit, mostly about nothing of consequence. You know,

social small talk . Soon, however, she placed her head next to mine and we

danced silently.

Remember that we were about the same height? Then you can

picture us, she with high heels, dropping her head a bit to mine. I didn’t

give a darn what I looked like. I was in heaven.

“Billy, introduce me to your date, won’t you?” said a classmate of

mine as he moved in on us, smiling and holding out his hand.

“Uh, Mother, I’d like you to meet John . . . I’m sorry John, I don’t

think I ever knew your last name.”

Mother laughed easily and held out her hand saying, “Hi, John.

Nice to meet you. My name’s Susan.”

Strange, I thought. She didn’t use our last name.

“Could I have the next dance, please,” John asked.

Mom made a production of asking my permission first and then

accepted with a warm smile.

Darn him. He was tall and looked too damn handsome. Worse, he

could dance. You know, the fast dances that had me confounded.

For the rest of the evening, John and I danced with Mom. He was

actually a pleasant, very polite and socially at ease fellow who, as it turns

out, filled my mother’s desires for “lots and lots of dancing.” But perhaps

more significantly, John caused to appear an apparent inexhaustible supply

of chilled Chardonnay wine, only a little of which I drank, but a great deal

of which Mom quaffed.

I don’t ever remember seeing Mother look so gay and animated.

Her eyes were shining and she laughed easily, a deep-throated, lusty laugh

as she chatted gaily with the two of us. She has always been a marvelous

story teller and in the last hour of the dance, told us a number of

outrageously funny stories, often with herself as the brunt of the humor and

most often with deliciously naughty overtones.

The last few dances were slow and romantic and Mother insisted

that she dance with her date. “You understand, don’t you John? Billy’s my

main squeeze . . . he’s the guy I’m really taken with,” she said as we moved

away.

I was almost floating with pride and when we moved onto the floor,

I looked into her eyes and said, “Thanks, Mom. That meant a lot to me.”

“Well, it’s true,” she said as she leaned forward and kissed me

lightly on the lips.

I was aware of a sheen of perspiration on her face and upper torso.

Looking down, I could see a large drop of moisture that was trailing its

way down between the heaving halves of her breasts. I felt very warm and

didn’t know if it was from the dancing or something else.

She moved closer and wrapped both arms about me, holding me

tightly to her body. Again, I was acutely aware of her pelvis against my

thigh. My hand had dropped to her waist and then to her upper buttocks,

…End of the part10. To be continued..

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MY MOTHER SUSAN

Monday, July 23rd, 2007

I remember the day exquisitely well. The days – no the months and

years before it – are wrapped in some soft-focus, cotton-candy memory,

but that day snaps into sharp focus with a clarity that is the result of

moments of great impact long remembered. For all those years, my mother

was my Mom. Then one day she became a woman. More importantly, she

suddenly became a sexy woman. An extremely desirable woman.

I didn’t – that day at any rate – suddenly become a profligate. It

was to take a certain determinism and some considerable time before I

might aspire to that description. No, the severest criticism one could bring

to bear back then might be that I was a horny kid, one who appeared to be

a touch more aware than his peers and maybe too curious for his own

good.

I was home alone with my mother and my father was away. That

was the case a good bit of the time it seemed. I had a father, but we didn’t

know each other very well. On some level, I’d come to accept his absence,

for that’s the way it was. I suspect my mother, who didn’t complain, was

experiencing less acceptance.

I’d been coerced into wearing a sport jacket that day – in place of

my usual, more casual attire – and attending some ho-hum, boring cocktail

party at the university president’s home. I don’t recall the strong-arm

tactics that brought me to bay, but I do recall the suffering. It seemed like

endless hours of mindless chatter where everyone but me got to have

champaign or white wine. Oh, it wasn’t forbidden, but my mother had

made it clear that she was going to have “some wine” and I was the

designated driver. We both knew that champaign had more effect on my

mother than it appeared at first glance. If she didn’t try to walk, or drive,

she did quite well, at least at holding a conversation. However, those who

knew her well were aware of a characteristic scattered thought process, a

type of clang association which, when coupled with an alcoholic gaiety,

turned her into a different woman. Almost daring and perhaps borderline

loose.

Anyway, we’d returned home in the late afternoon from that well-

supplied party and we’d both fallen into facing couches in our large living

room, each of us with a welcome sigh as we put our feet up. That’s when

it happened. I don’t recall that anything had occurred to set me up for this;

it just came out of nowhere. Blind sided as it were. Out of nowhere, this

sexy woman appeared!

The late afternoon sun shone toward my mother while I sat

opposite her in deeper shadow. She’d drawn up her knees to push her

pumps off and suddenly I was looking directly up her dress at a well-lit and

unobstructed view of my mother’s thighs all the way to her undergarments.

It was no flash, for she’d placed both stockinged feet on the coffee table,

knees still up and fallen back to the cushions, head up and eyes closed with

her skirt around her mid thighs in the front and completely dropped away in

the rear.

“Oh, that feels so good.” she exclaimed, wriggling her stocking-

clad toes. “Christ, I wish I could meet someone interesting at those

parties, someone with some life in them!”

It was the type of comment that needed no reply. I suspect that I

couldn’t have replied coherently in any case, for my attention was riveted

on the view under her dress.

Even though I’d lived with this woman all my life, I suppose I had

had no interest and no awareness of her as a *woman* and even less for

her clothes. After all, she was my mother for crying out loud. So, it was

with some surprise that I realized for the very first time that she wore

stockings and garters and not what I thought all women wore, pantyhose.

I was fascinated with the stretch of her hose by the garters running down

each thigh. But her panties held even greater fascination for me.

I don’t think that I’d given it any previous thought, but had I been

grilled on what type of underwear my mother wore, I might have guessed

something white, conservative, and certainly thick. Clearly not what she

had on. Illuminated by the long rays of the afternoon sun, the pale yellow

of her panties, pooched out by a thick cushion of pubic hair faintly seen

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Kims Apology part3

Sunday, July 22nd, 2007

I was in no mood to argue so I reached up behind her back and
grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and pulled. She
dropped down to her knees in front of me. I could see the look of
shock on her face as I pulled her head to my crotch with one hand and
aimed my throbbing cock at her mouth with the other. I pressed the
head against her lips and growled,

“Suck it you little slut. I don’t want any more shit from you, just
suck me!”

I tightened my hold on her hair and pulled her head back a little
further so that her lips started to part, then shoved the head of my
cock into her mouth.

“Lick it! Use your tongue.”

Her tongue slid around the head as I penetrated deeper into her
mouth. I held it right at the entrance to her throat and let her
tongue explore the shaft. I eased up and let her sit up a little
higher. She put her arms up over my legs and took my cock from my hand
and started suck on it in earnest. I leaned back, put both of my hands
on the back of her head and started to enjoy the ride. At first I
would use my hands to pull her head downward while I shoved my dick
into her mouth. Soon however, she no longer needed any
“encouragement” from me. Her tongue was doing wonders as she slowly
slid my prick in and out of her mouth. I moaned for her to take it
deeper. She tried but was unable to get it down her throat with out
gagging. I gently pulled her head back and told her to relax. I pushed
the head of my cock on the entrance of her throat and felt it slide
in. She gagged a little but was able to take it all the way down. Once
she mastered this skill she fell into a rhythm where she would swallow
my cock all the way to the hilt, sloooowly withdraw it while running
her tongue up the underside until just the head was wrapped in her
lips. Then she would french kiss the head while she looked up at me
with her soft, brown eyes then start again.

Each of these loving strokes was bringing me closer and closer to
the edge. She was holding me in her mouth, her tongue sliding over my
cockhead and her hand stroking my shaft when she raised up her eyes
and stared deeply into mine. That did it. As she looked up at me I
felt myself reach the point of no-return and the cum started to boil
up out of my balls. She was right at the very tip of an upstroke and I
decided that now was the time to fulfill the final part of the fantasy
that I had always had about Kim. I pulled back on her hair so her face
was upturned and about a foot away from my dick. I grabbed my cock
with my other hand, aimed it at her face and gave it one hard stroke
as the cum erupted from the head. The first blast landed in her hair
near the top of her forehead and trailed down her face across the
bridge of her nose. I corrected my aim and gave another stroke and
this time I was dead on target, splashing cum across her half open
mouth and covering her pouty little lips. Her face was still
registering a look of both shock and lust as I pulled on my cock again
and sent another blast onto her mouth and cheek. By now I was pretty
much spent. I dropped my cock onto her lips and she began to lick off
the few remaining squirts that were still flowing out. Much to my
amazement I had to actually tell her to stop licking and sucking on my
dick once it became too sensitive to touch. She amazed me even more by
licking the cum off of her lips and from around her mouth. She had
come a long way in a few minutes from thinking that the whole idea was
“gross” to greedily licking up every drop of cum that she could reach.

I was spent for the moment but when I looked down and saw Kim’s
face smiling up at me with globs of cum decorating her face and hair I
could feel the familiar stirrings in my balls and knew that I wouldn’t
be that way for long. I motioned for her to get up and told her to lay
down on the couch. She lay down with her head on a pillow at one end
and her feet in my lap. I put one leg on the floor and the other up
over the back of the couch. Her legs now spread wide before me I began
to probe her pussy once again. I did it slowly and gently pulling my
fingers out to lightly rub her swollen lips, covering them with a
slick film of pussy juice. I purposely avoided her clit since my aim
was to tease, not satisfy.

“You’ve been a very good little slut so far Kim. But there are
still a few more things we are going to do tonight. Do you like being
my slut?”

“Yesss.”

“I’m going to treat you like the little whore that you have always
wanted to be. Do you want that? Do you want me to treat you like a
whore?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, treat me like a whore. Make me suck your cock. Put it in my
mouth again.”

“Does sucking my cock make you horny? Do you want me to make you
cum?”

“Yes. Yes. Play with my pussy some more. Please, put your fingers
in my cunt”

I withdrew my finger from her pussy and she let out a low moan of
frustration.

“Please don’t stop again. I’ll do what ever you say”

“I want you do play with yourself Kim. I want you to show me how you
rub your pussy while you think about sucking a cock. All sluts play
with themselves Kim. Rub it! Rub your pussy for me.”

She hesitated again but I grabbed her hand and pulled it down
between her legs. That was all the encouragement she needed now. She
spread her legs even wider as her hand slid up and down her pussy, her
fingers lingering at the top of every stroke to massage her clit. Her
head lay back against the arm of the couch her eyes closed as her
fingers brought her closer to orgasm. I was almost hard again and
still as horny as ever so I began to stroke myself while I watched Kim
do the same.

“Tell me how you want to suck my cock.”

“I want to suck it so bad Dave, please give it to me again.”

“Tell me more. Tell me everything”

“I want you to put it in my mouth. Shove it all the way down my
throat. I want to hold it in my had as I lick it all over. I want to
lick your head when you cum and have you shoot your load in my mouth.
Unggh. Eat your cum, I want to eat your cum.”

She was starting to become incoherent as she came closer to orgasm,
her sentences punctuated by gasps and moans. I was now rock hard again
and ready for the final event of the evening. I grabbed her hand and
pulled it away from her pussy which was now literally dripping. I was
wondering how she was going to explain the big spot on the sofa to her
roommate. I wasn’t sure if pussy stains were permanent but I was sure
that Kim was going to have to pull out the bucket and scrub brush
tomorrow morning. She wasn’t really keen on stopping yet again and
tried to resist. I grabbed both her hands and pinned them up next to
her head on the edge of the couch and laided on top of her. I brought
my face close to her’s, look deep into her eyes and said,

“I’m going to fuck you now Kim. I’m going to fuck you good and hard.
I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I met you and you’ve needed a good
hard screw for a long time.”

This time there was no apprehension or fear in her face, just pure
animal lust. She was in heat and needed to be satisfied. She was still
a virgin, her “born-again” morals (now long gone) had kept her from
doing it with any of the other guys that she had dated. I had felt her
hymen while my fingers were in her pussy but she was now so wet and
turned on that it wasn’t going to be a problem. I let go of one of her
hands to reach down and position myself at the entrance to paradise. I
brought my face down to her’s, started a long hot kiss and drove it
home. I felt her body jerk as I broke through and my cock penetrated
about half way in to her virgin pussy. I thrust again and went deeper.
And again, still deeper. I broke the kiss and and Kim began to gasp. I
thrust again and penetrated almost to the hilt. Kim’s pussy was like a
vise. It’s walls grasped at my cock like it had a mind of it’s own. I
picked up the rhythm, pounding my cock deep inside her. I still had
her hands pinned above her head so she couldn’t move. She was moaning
loudly now and her body started to writhe beneath me. I could feel her
muscles tense up and her hips moved upward to meet my every thrust.
Her pussy clenched my cock as she began to cum. A loud scream erupted
from her lips and her back arched as I slammed my cock into her one
last time and held it there, deep inside. Again she screamed and
twisted as her orgasm raged through her body. She bucked her hips
again and again and at last began to relax, her body melting under
mine. I was glad that I had already cum once that night because under
normal circumstances I would have shot my wad a long time ago.

I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable on the couch so I
withdrew and ordered Kim onto the floor. She was still slightly dazed
from the force of her orgasm but looked like she was ready for some
more. She rolled off the couch and lay on the floor, her legs spread
and knees up in the air waiting for me to enter.

“No. on your knees!”

She looked puzzled but complied, standing on her knees in front of
me.

“Turn around and bend over. Get on all fours like a doggie”

She still seemed confused but she had always been rather naive
where sex was concerned and probably didn’t even realize there was a
doggie-style position. She figured it out fast enough as I knelt
behind her and slammed my cock into pussy. She gasped as I penetrated
all the way to the hilt. While I was on top of her I was never able to
get it quite all the way in but now, taking her from behind, I was
able to embed the whole length (which is seven inches in case you are
curious). I grabbed her hips and really started to go to town. When
my hips slapped against her ass it sounded like rifle shots. I could
feel myself building to another orgasm so I slowed down to make it
last a little longer. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her up to a kneeling
position. Her breath was again coming in gasps and low moans escaped
her throat. I slowed the tempo and grabbed roughly at her tits. My
hands pinched her nipples and kneeded those beautiful mounds of flesh
as my mouth nibbled on her earlobes and neck.

Despite slowing down, my orgasm was rapidly approaching. I pushed
her back on all fours and again began to pound my dick deep inside
her. Her moans became louder and suddenly she went rigid, threw her
head back and screamed as another orgasm took hold. Her knuckles went
white as she grabbed the throw rug and she thrust her ass back into my
hips. Feeling her pussy convulsivly clasp my cock finally sent me
over the precipice. I let loose a guttural moan and gave her two more
hard strokes when I felt the cum begin to rise up through my cock. I
pulled out and stroked my cock with my hand. It began to spurt and
several shots of cum landed on Kim’s back and ass. Spent, I dropped my
cock into her ass and let the final dribbles leak out into the crack.
My knees were now weak and I collapsed on top of her, pulling her to
the floor with me.

Her breathing slowed and she spoke to me,

“You’re not going to leave me now are you?”

This had probably been the single best sexual encounter I had ever
had and my mind was churning with the endless opportunities now
available to me. I pulled her closer and whispered,

“No. I’ll never leave you just as long as you are a good little girl
and do everything I say.”

She sighed and we both drifted off to sleep, entwined on the carpet.

–

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Kims Apology part2

Saturday, July 21st, 2007

“BULLSHIT! We’re done when I say we’re done. Let’s get one thing
straight. If you don’t do everything I tell you to I’m leaving and
never coming back. Now take off your pants.”

“No, I can’t” she stammered.

“Take them off right now you little bitch!”

Now she looked really flustered. She looked around first as if to
check and see that no one was watching her then undid the top button
on her jeans. She put her fingers on the zipper then hesitated. I
scowled at her. She continued on, pulling down the zipper then pealing
the jeans off of her tight little ass. She was now standing about five
feet in front of me in only a pair of flower print cotton panties. I
could see the little curls of pubic hair peeking out around the edges
and over the top. By now my evil twin had completely taken over and
Mr. Nice Guy was just along for the ride.

“Great, now the panties. I want to see your hot little pussy.”

“I …”

“DO IT!”

Now she looked a little pale and her hands were shaking. This was
great, I should have thought of this months ago. She hooked her thumbs
in the waistband and bent over as she pulled them down over her
ankles. Now she stood before me stark naked. Her pussy was covered by
mound of soft curly brown hair and I could see the soft puffy lips
just beneath it. Her nipples were very erect and I was curious to see
if it was because this whole scene was arousing her or if it was just
the fact that it was chilly in the living room. I reached up to the
thermostat above the couch to take care of the latter possibility. I
was certainly getting aroused, my dick was now so hard it could have
driven nails into a two by four.

I stood up and walked over to where she was standing. I reached up and
cupped her face in my hands and bent over to give her a long lingering
kiss, letting my hands run through her hair and down along her back
to her tight little ass. She responded to the kiss with an amazing
passion. Her tongue seemed to go almost halfway down my throat and her
hands clutched at my ass pulling me in tighter. I had finally found
the right buttons to push, she was really enjoying being my little
slave. This was an opportunity that would not go unwasted. I broke the
kiss,

“Undress me. Start with the shirt, shoes and socks, then my
pants.”

She just stood there looking at me like she didn’t know what to do
next. But I did. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her over my knee as I
sat back down. I held her wrists behind her and bent her over my knees
so her ass was high up in the air. SMACK! She gasped as my hand made
contact with her bare ass. SMACK! Now she cried out with a little
yelp,

“Stop it! Ouch! Shit, don’t do that goddammit!”

I hit her harder. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her ass was turning a dull
cherry red. With each blow she cried out as she squirmed around on my
knees. Finally I had decided she had enough (in other words my hand
was starting to hurt). I wanted to see if this was having the desired
effect on her so I slid my hand down the crack of her ass and between
her legs to her pussy. Her juice was leaking from her and her outer
lips were covered with a thick slippery film. I slid my middle finger
up along the crack between her lips until my fingertip brushed up
against her clit. She cried out even louder than when I was spanking
her. She tried to raise her ass up higher as I started to probe the
inside of her pussy.

“Don’t stop, it feels so good.”

“Don’t stop what?”

I stopped.

“What you were doing to me”

“What was that?”

“You know, what you were doing with your fingers.”

“I was playing with your pussy. Say it.”

Silence. SMACK!

“If you want me to play with your pussy some more you have to ask
for it. In graphic detail.”

“Please …”

“Say it!”

“Please …, please play with my pussy”

“Say more.”

“Put your fingers in my pussy.”

“In your cunt. Say ‘Stick your fingers up my hot cunt’.”

“Stick your fingers up my hot cunt. Please, play with my little
pussy.”

“Not yet, first you have to undress me.”

She gave me a look of disappointment as I let go of her arms and
pulled her off my lap. I stood up in front of her and this time she
immediately went to work removing my clothes. She took off my shirt
then knelt at my feet to remove my shoes and socks. When she was done
with those she reached up to take off my jeans. I ran my fingers
through her soft brown hair as she fumbled with the top button. She
unzipped me and slowly pulled down my jeans and briefs at the same
time. My dick, which was now rock hard sprung out and almost hit her
in the face. I doubt that she had ever seen a hard cock before because
she backed off a little and stared at it, her mouth agape. Now Kim has
a very pretty face with a set of those nice full, pouty lips that you
see on some fashion models and there had been many a night where I had
gone back to my apartment in frustration after one of our dates and
whacked off thinking about having those lips wrapped around the head
of my cock. As she stared at my dick I knew exactly what was going to
happen next. I walked back to the couch and sat down and motioned for
her to come over. She got up and stood in front of me waiting for me
to say something. I reached over and slid one finger up into her still
sopping pussy. She closed her eyes as I gently probed her lips and
slid the finger in and out.

“Do you like it when I do this to you Kim?”

“Yes”, she replied in almost a whisper.

“Do you want me to play with your pussy some more?”

She groaned a reply.

“Good. If you want me to play with your cunt some more you’ll have
to do one little thing for me.”

“What?”

“Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Her eyes snapped open and she took a step back.

“You want me to do what?”

“Suck me. Get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth.”

“You want me to put it in my mouth? That’s gross!”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Kims Apology

Friday, July 20th, 2007

I had dated Kim during my senior year in college. She was pretty,
slender, athletic (which gave her a nice firm body) with light brown
hair that she kept short in a page-boy style. Unfortunately, she also
professed to being a born-again Christian which put a serious damper
on our sex life. I had only ever made it as far as playing with her
(fairly well endowed) boobs through the sweatshirts and sweaters she
usually wore when we went out (you have to understand, this was
Michigan in the winter). I spent a lot of time with her helping with
her homework and even chipping in to finish up one of her programs
when she left for spring break. When graduation finally rolled around
she found a job working for General Motors and that was pretty much
the last I ever heard from her. Once she didn’t need help with her
calculus problems I apparently had become excess baggage. She didn’t
return my phone calls and eventually I got the hint and stopped
calling. The last that I had heard she was signed up with several
different softball and volleyball teams and was too busy to see me.

Six or seven months later towards the end of fall and the beginning
of winter, I was driving on the freeway back to my apartment when I
heard a car beeping it’s horn in the lane to my right. I turned to
look only to see Kim’s smiling face looking back at me from her new
Sunbird (working for an auto company has some advantages). She waved
at me and I smiled and waved back figuring that it would be it would
be impolite to flip her the bird and mouth the phrase “Eat shit and
die bitch!”. About fifteen minutes or so after I arrived back at my
apartment the phone rang and I answered it expecting it to be for one
of my four roommates (while Kim had gone and gotten a job that paid
big bucks, I went to grad school. Big mistake). When I picked it up I
heard that oh so familiar voice, Kim.

“Hi, Dave. When I saw you on the freeway I realized that I hadn’t seen
you in a while so I thought I’d call and see how you’re doing.”

“Oh, not too bad, how about you?”

…..

This mundane sort of drivel went on for a few minutes while I was
tried to figure out what the point of all this was. Eventually the
point became that she “kinda” missed me and would I like to go out
again. Being that I was bored and had no better prospects for that
coming Saturday I said “sure thing”, and told her I would pick her up
at 7:00 and we could go out for a nice dinner. Saturday came and that
afternoon I got another phone call from Kim.

“Would it be all right if we went to my friend’s house instead of
dinner? I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“No problem.” (I was way too nice in those days).

Now I was starting to get some bad feelings about this. As they
say, it was deja vu all over again. We went to the party and the only
thing interesting that came out of it was that when I was talking to
some of Kim’s friends from college (since Kim had left me to myself
most of the night), I found out that she had seen them about as much
as she saw me. She had been a very bad girl. So far the night was a
total waste so I was hoping I could salvage something from it later on
when we got back to her apartment (her roommate was gone so I didn’t
have to worry about any interruptions). When we arrived, I turned the
lights down low, put the stereo on an appropriate station and uncorked
a bottle of wine I had brought for just this sort of situation. She
poured a couple of glasses and we sat down on the couch for what I
hoped would be some serious passion. Soon my tongue was intertwined
with hers and my fingers were doing a nimble dance across her right
breast.

“Ahh,” I thought, “just like old times”.

I managed to get her shirt untucked and started slowly sliding my
hand up the front when I felt her hand gently push mine away.

“Arrrrrrgh,” I screamed to myself, “just like old times.”

I could see that this was going nowhere fast and decided to bail
out while I still had my sanity. The whole night was a waste and now I
was pissed. I mean, I could have stayed home and watched the WWF
championship grudge match or something equally culturally
enlightening. Anything would have would have been more fun than this.

“My, look at the time. I think I better get going.”

“Wait, why are you leaving?”

“You haven’t changed at all and it will be just as much of a waste
of my time to go out with you now as it was the last time.”

She looked slightly puzzled.

“How should I change?”

With that statement I felt my evil twin stir inside me. I really
couldn’t have cared less if I ever saw this bitch again so there was
no point in being polite about it.

“You can start by taking off your shirt.”

“What!?!?!”

“Take off your shirt or I’m ‘otta here.”

“No! What do you think I am?”

“An anal retentive little bitch. But that’s beside the point. See
ya. Have a nice life.”

By that time I had my shoes tied and I headed for the door.

“Wait.”

I turned. Kim just stood there looking nervous and more that a bit
scared. I stood there, looked at her for a few seconds then raised my
eyebrows and said,

“Well?”

Slowly, she raised her had to the top button of her blouse and
unbuttoning it with exquisite slowness. She did it that way because
her hands were trembling and she was unsure of what she was doing, but
it looked like a classic strip tease. My evil twin stirred again along
with my dick (they are closely related). Now things were looking up.
Maybe this evening wouldn’t be a waste after all. She finished undoing
all the buttons and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Then she
just stood there, arms at her side holding the blouse in one hand. She
had on a plain white bra (I decided I could work on her undergarment
fashion sense later. Right now we had to get a few things straight
between us.) and that along with the tight blue jeans she was wearing
and her short haircut, she looked like she belonged in a Sears catalog
(like I said, I could work on her fashion sense later). I smiled.

“Now the bra.”

She obeyed without question, reaching behind her back to unhook it
and sliding it off over her arms and dropping it to the floor. Her
breasts were magnificent. Firm and high, a little larger that a
grapefruit with huge nipples about the size of pencil erasers. By now
I had a huge shit-eating grin on my face and the beginnings of a huge
hardon. I sat down on the couch so I could admire the view and she
asked,

“Is this what you wanted?”

She had regained some of her composure now but that vanished quickly
when I said,

“Yes, but we’re not done yet.”

“I’m not taking off any more.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Archive-name Placeshighmeadmf part5

Thursday, July 19th, 2007

until he reached her twin, perfect breasts. He encircled their

tips and gently pulled, bringing warm flashes of need that washed

over Jessie in waves. Breathing now in small gasps she rolled on

her side and gently pushed Hal onto his back.

What was fair for the swan was fair for the lady of the

lake.

Jessie planted kisses on Hal’s cheeks and mouth and gently

nibbled his ear. Her tongue flicked in and out and round, until

Hal too began to breathe in irregular gasps. Her right hand

worked down Hal’s shirt buttons until the top lay open at the fur

of his chest. Jessie ran the tips of her fingers though the

black and grey hair curling across his chest, stroking his skin

with desire. Shifting her weight to the side, she pulled his

shirt to the side, effectively pinning his arms still entrapped

in it. Desire driving her, Jessie moved her tongue over his

breasts, circling, tickling, sucking while Hal lost himself

wanting to play out the age old game of love and merging.

Jessie’s hand strayed to the straining bulge in his jeans and she

stroked the surface of his thighs with ever gentle, passes that

brought forth his breath in deep, pleasured moans.

Now it was his turn again. Hal struggled to return from the

waves of pleasure in which he floated. He finally raised himself

on one elbow and removed his prison of a shirt. Hal reached for

the zipper on Jessie’s jeans and slowly inched it down, his

fingers seeking to dip themselves in her soft petals of skin.

His probing palms found the triangle of golden fur that arched

skyward to meet him and he slid his hand along her glistening

thighs searching for panties. There were none to find and it

excited him to find her so ready and unencumbered.

Jessie’s right hand was no quieter than his. She worked the

snap of Hal’s jeans open and slid her hand inside over his under-

pants and caressed his shaft. It was full and firm and strained

upward at each pass she made from the tip to the base and back

again. She worked Hal’s zipper open and teased his firm member

into the softness of her palm. It was velvet soft on the outside

but unable to disguise the raging energy it contained. His shaft

wanted only to be as close to her, to burrow itself deep within

her magic. Its tip moistened in overwhelming expectation of

heaven to come.

Jessie and Hal were both breathing hard now. But they still

had entirely too many clothes on. It took them no time at all to

realize this fact and seek to remedy the situation to fulfill

their desire. Hal was the first to call a truce. He eased

Jessie’s jeans off, his hand stroking her thighs with a caress

with the softness of the wind, but the urgency of manhood.

Reciprocating, Jessie slowly slid both his pants down until he

stepped out of them.

He stood before her like a graying, handsome god of lust.

She knelt and took his shaft into her mouth and teased it round

the head and underneath with her tongue. Each pass brought Hal

closer to his knees. His back was arched and he fought the

desire to end this ballet in a flood of saltiness.

Jessie moved up his pubic area with her tongue…up the

chest…up to the neck and then to his lips again. They embraced

in a kiss that lost them both to time. Hal moved to enter her,

thrusting, like a sword seeking its rightful sheath and when he

found his home, they both cried out in pleasure.

Now a deep thrust, now a shallow one. They clung in each

others arms, swaying like great willows caught up in the dance of

life and the wind. The deeper Hal thrust, the deeper Jessie

tried to take him. She wanted him in the center of her being but

she could not keep her balance, her knees were so weak that they

had to hold each other up to keep from falling. Her body urged

Hal to follow it gently down without slipping from its hold, to

lie upon her on the sweet earth together.

Now their rhythms lost them to all reason. She moaned and

cried out and struggled sideways in an effort to bring Hal close

enough within her. He lost himself in passion until the urgency

of both of them brought the crescendo of centering. Hal came in

a flood of warmth and a cry to the gods of perfection. Jessie

joined him as his salty flood spread inside her loins that

brought her own loss of space and time. She was in a time and

place where nothing mattered but holding this man as close as she

could for eternity itself. They lay relaxed, merged with one

another while time itself passed away.

Tears began to stream down Jessie’s cheeks. They were tears

of pure joy, tears of pure happiness and she held Hal gently and

let them flow with her passion. Hal reached up and brushed them

gently away with his finger tips. He kissed their saltiness and

whispered gently into her ear, “I love you,” while he tried not

to cry himself. There was no way to express in words what he

felt about what they had shared with each other. Language lost

its power to express when compared with this sharing.

For the longest time they laid there, wrapped in eternity,

love taking them on a journey to the ultimate high meadow.

—

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Archive-name Placeshighmeadmf part4

Wednesday, July 18th, 2007

swim and rational suddenly seem unimportant. She was the joy of

Life itself.

Finally they were through with the clean up. Hal gave an

inward sigh of hope that he might now find relief from the battle

he was fighting with himself. Just when he thought he had won,

Jessie smiled and he had to fight his impulse to fall in love

with her all over again.

Jessie made a lunch for the two of them and placed it into

each of their packs. It would be cold at the lake so she caught

up a moleskin shirt to throw on for the higher elevation and then

she looked around for something Hal could use.

Hal had tossed a plaid, heavy, wool shirt over a bush by his

tent. Jessie picked it up to hand to him. Her hand strayed

though, and she lifted it to her face first. It smelled sweet

and smoky, like campfires and like Hal’s warm essence. This was

as enchanting and addicting to her as the thought of opium pop-

pies. She wanted to rub it on her face and bury herself in it

like a puppy. There was something about his man, that she wanted

to make her man, and something as necessary about him, as breath

itself. Reluctantly she suggested he put the shirt on and re-

turned it to him.

They started off on the trail to the lake. Jessie lead the

way through the forest. Meadows of ripe huckleberry bushes

followed them from open area to forested area and then back

again. They wound by fallen areas where the fire weed spikes

sprinkled themselves in amongst the downed timber, where ground

squirrels darted into small holes around the upright stumps. The

hum of wild bees made the world buzz in the sunlight and the

sunshine was heavy, overwhelming the senses and dissolving their

every day selves into warmth.

Hal and Jessie moved into the timber again and now began to

climb in earnest. The trail moved ever upward where the wind

carried a slight chill to it and the clouds dropped lower on the

mountain sides. At last they moved out of the trees on the side

of the mountain and looked down at a perfect jewel of a lake. It

was surrounded below on all sides, by sloping terrain and it

cupped a verdant, emerald meadow, beside its waters. They stood

there for the longest time on that mountain side, absorbed in the

sight and catching their breaths.

Jessie dropped down the path to the lake, Hal followed upon

her heels. The sun was dispersing the clouds now and it looked

like it might be a fine day of Indian summer warmth. They picked

their way to the part of the meadow spread beside the southern

edge of the lake, the beauty of the day and the place acting upon

their feelings like a drug.

Jessie took a soft Madras bedspread from her pack and Hal

helped her spread it over the fragrant grasses. The hum of

insects made the Earth seem to vibrate with life and the sunshine

lulled them into a sense of timelessness and pleasure.

Hal helped Jessie slip the pack from her shoulders. She was

close now. So close that she was overloading his senses. She

turned and Hal could almost taste her skin on his lips, salt and

coffee cream richness. Hal was losing his grip on reality and as

he fought he knew it would be a battle he would ultimately and

gladly lose.

Then Jessie cast her die in the game. She took off her

shirt to sunbathe.

Jessie slipped her T-shirt off with the grace of a dancer.

Her skin was flawless, the tan and the rose tips of her breasts

melted the steel of Hal’s reserve. He clasped her to his body

and pressed his warm lips to hers tenderly, but with an urgency

that confessed what he had been repressing all morning. She met

his kiss with equal abandon and slowly pulled him down beside her

on the cloth.

Jessie’s lips were trembling and Hal tried to soak her

deeply into his soul, with each passionate response to his kiss-

es. Hal cradled her face between his strong hands and tasted her

honey wine lips with the desire of a man lost to the world.

Kisses followed to her cheeks. Jessie arched and exposed her

neck as he caressed her body with his tongue.

Hal followed the line of the swan to the hollow of her

throat and gently bit with his teeth until she could stand it no

longer. Jessie’s thighs were slippery from desire and she en-

twined her limbs about his. Hal strayed down the throat to the

chest, his tongue urging her abandon in small, intense circles

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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