by Julius
Copyright 2005
Matthew stood in the bathroom. He was nervous. She'd slipped a mask over his eyes, one of those little fabric and elastic things the airlines give you, when you want to try and sleep.
He heard Mitzi turn the shower on.
"Give me your hand."
Her fingers touched his and she pulled him into the shower with her.
Naked, they were both naked under the spray. He found the idea immensely exciting.
"Shall we wash each other?" she asked. He felt her put the soap in his hand.
Everything was suddenly out of his control. He couldn't see, he was naked and he really didn't know what to do with the woman he was so close to. She'd asked him to wash her. Was he supposed to just reach out and just ... just wash her? He felt his cock filling and lifting - his embarrassment reached a new peak.
"Just make your hands soapy and wash me like you'd wash yourself," she must have read his thoughts.
He lathered his hands and felt her take the soap from him. He reached out to touch her. He felt the valleyof her spine.
"Mmm, that's nice," he heard her say.
He let his palms glide over her back. She was warm and soft. His cock was rigid now. He could feel the weight of its swing as he moved his body. He was terribly conscious of it standing up between them. If she turned she'd see him, see his helpless lack of self-control.
"Do my armpits Matthew," she asked.
He gulped and moved his hands up and forward. His fingers went through, under her arms. He felt the start of the soft swells of her breasts. He yearned to slip his hands further and feel those lovely things. He'd seen them briefly after they'd made love and come to the bathroom. They were big, as big as any he'd seen in his dad's videos.
He washed her armpits, enjoying the feel of another's skin. He'd never touched anyone this way before.
"Now my ass Matthew." She must have moved back a little and he felt her buttocks against his cock. It slipped into in her cleft. Startled, he tried to draw away. He somehow expected her to be annoyed with him,touching her that way. Mitzi moved back a little more, maintaining the contact. She didn't complain at all and his cock stayed nestled, nuzzling.
She squirmed her hips, her ass and said, "Feels nice, stay there a little while."
Poor Matthew couldn't keep still. His body kept making little thrusts, he was helplessly fucking the cleavage. He wished he could look down and see the action. His hands slid down her sides, feeling the hint of her ribs under the soft flesh. Down, past her waist, over the flair of her hips, until he was cupping the swells of her ass.
Very softly, almost dreamily, Mitzi's voice came, "Yes Matthew, wash my ass."
His soapy hands made token washing gestures, but every fragment of his being was focused on his cock and it progress up and down Mitzi's valley.
This was how it would be to fuck her between her tits he thought, but different. It would be very different. There was a sweet wrongness to this he thought, as he ploughed her soft furrow, up and down.
He heard the words from a dozen movies. They echoed in his head, 'Fuck me up the ass lover.' Matthew groaned.
"Feel nice?" he heard Mitzi ask him.
"Nice?" he said, "It's beautiful." He wanted to tell her just how good her ass felt. He wanted nothing more right then, than to just thrust until he came. Until he came, spurting up her back. Matthew slid his hands around her, pulling her close. He writhed his belly against the soapy roundness of her ass, urgentlythrusting, feeling the boiling in his groin ...
Mitzi squirmed out of his grip and was gone. Matthew groaned at the sense of loss. He stood, expecting anger, feeling a little ashamed of his loss of control.
Her hands were on his shoulders then. They slid down his arms and took his own hands, lifting them. She pressed his left hand to her breast, "Wash me here Matthew," she squeezed his right hand to her other breast, "and here."
She wasn't annoyed with him at all. She wanted him to wash her breasts. He was certain this was a dream.
She turned off the shower and gave him the soap.
The feel of her breasts under his soapy hands was beyond belief. They were heavy and soft, so soft he wondered if they could really be flesh. Beautiful elusive things that seemed to possess a life of theirown. Each breast seemed able to squirm out of his hands when he lifted or squeezed. Her nipples were hard and tickled his palms as he caressed her. The tickles rushed to his cock, which strained and begged for attention.
"You don't need to be so gentle Matthew, I love having them massaged."
He took one breast in both hands and squeezed - far too hard he thought. "Doesn't that hurt?"
She laughed, a throaty sound, "No, it feels wonderful. Don't worry, I'll yell if you hurt me."
Trying to ignore the aching urgency in his crotch, Matthew let himself do something he'd dreamt of.
With forefingers and thumbs he formed a circle around her breast where it joined her chest. He squeezed the breast and imagined a perfect, tight skinned globe.
"Tighter!" Mitzi's voice startled him and he squeezed her breast tighter, knowing he must surely be hurting her. He squeezed harder and waited for the cry of pain, the cry didn't come. His cock strained, ached.
"Kiss my nipple."
He bent his head and found it, grunting in surprise at how big it was. He ignored the taste of the soap and drew her into his mouth.
Mitzi groaned and her arms drew him to her.
"Suck," she told him, "suck me, bite me."
Matthew suckled and bit, wishing he could spare a hand for his cock. It needed stroking. Matthew needed so desperately to pump his cock. He could come and come forever with Mitzi.
"Harder, suck harder, squeeze my breast tighter," her words came in a breathless rush.
Matthew devoured the nipple that seemed to be swelling bigger and bigger in his mouth. He wanted to do what she wanted, wanted to please her. He must be hurting her surely, but she kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes," louder and louder.
Her body stiffened and she begged him not to stop. A violent shudder ran through Mitzi and she began struggling in his arms. Not struggling to escape, she seemed to be struggling with herself. Her hands were at the back of his head and she ground her breast against his face. She screamed.
Finally she seemed to relax and to cling to him.Matthew held her, supported her, while she fought for breath. He felt a stab of fear.
"Did you just ... did you ...?"
"Yes Matthew, I just came, orgasmed, climaxed."
"With me just ..., just sucking your ...?" he was amazed, he'd not known this was possible.
"It happens sometimes," Mitzi laughed. "to woman with horny nipples and a sweet lover."
With her in his arms, needing his support, Matthew felt a sudden pride. His erection was trapped between her belly and his, he felt very much a man.
She pulled free and the shower started again. She mus thave knelt then, her arms went round his legs, her face against his thighs.
"My legs are wobbly, my heart's beating fit to burst,"she told him, "stand-up orgasms are rough on an old lady."
His hands and mouth remembered and he said, "You're not an old lady."
Matthew stood and waited, wishing he could take off the mask and see Mitzi's breasts and ass. She'd saidsomething about focusing his sense of touch. He thought of her breasts in his hands, the tightness of her ass cleft when his cock was burrowing. Maybe she had something. Was this why people had sex with the lights out?
He gasped as her hand found his cock. "Doesn't this lovely thing ever quit?" she asked, sounding happy.
She began washing his legs and Matthew felt the oddest of sensations at having a stranger, a woman, doing this for him. It was as if ..., as if she was serving him ..., but serving was the wrong word somehow.
She soaped his balls very gently. Mitzi had the gentlest hands. The fingers went exploring. She teased his anus, slipping and caressing between his buttocks. Shyness mingled with shock at this invasion. Her hands went where nobody had ever touched him before. Matthew used the word intimate in his mind for the first time.
Her hand was back holding his cock again. She squeezed it hard and pulled it down until he protested. She was pretending to use his penis to help herself to her feet. He laughed and she said, "Makes a great handle,Matthew."
She kissed him then on the mouth, her strong tongue speared between his teeth, sending a surge of heat through him, through to his cock.
"Would you wash my legs for me?" she asked with her lips almost touching his. His balls rolled in their sac as her breath caressed his lips.
Matthew went down on his knees, shielded from the shower by Mitzi. He found the soap and began to washher legs. His face was level with her pussy he thought. He felt the urge to lean forward to kiss her there. He remembered her warmth and moistness from earlier in the day. He couldn't describe how she'd smelled, he didn't have the words. He knew he wanted to smell her again. Would the shower wash that away? He guessed it would and thought it a pity.
He washed her calves and her feet. He loved sliding his fingers between her toes. Her foot quivered as he did it, almost, but not quite, as if it tickled her.
He lathered his hands again and placed them on her thighs. Her flesh was so soft, her skin felt like oil under his palms. At last he slipped a hand between her thighs and cautiously let it venture up.
"Pussies don't bite," she told him softly, "not this kind."
His hand slid up slowly. Finally his fingers found her crotch. He felt the wet curls of her pubic hair. How strange he thought, to have no cock or balls, just this mound of yielding warmth. He let his hand cover her sex. How firm she was, yet how soft. He moved his fingers slowly, just feeling her, reading her contours and marvelling at the differences.
"Wash me Matthew," she told him, her voice seeming to caress him.
Bolder now, his soap slick hands explored. He let his fingers slip under her. He felt the pucker of her anus, her thighs tightened for a moment as he touched her. She relaxed then. He let his hand run up the crack of her ass, as his cock had done.
From above came a dreamy voice, "Nice, that's so nice." She tightened her buttocks, gripping his exploring fingers. Matthew wondered if a man could come, just by feeling a woman's body.
He let his hand move back to her pussy and he slid his fingers between her lips. He wished he could see her again, as she'd been on the sofa that afternoon. Had he really kissed her pussy then? Why was he so shy and clumsy now?
"Matthew! Stop, please," her voice brought him to his senses. She was trembling and he realized he'd been arousing her again with his fingers.
She asked him to stand up. "Lets get out now and get dried off."
She turned the shower off and he knew she was getting out of the bath.
Mitzi carefully took his mask off. She stood wrapped in a white terry robe. She was smiling. He'd never seen anyone look so happy.
Handing him a towel, she beckoned him to follow.
The chill hit him as soon as she opened the door. It was her bedroom. He heard the hum of the air conditioner, oh the sweet joy of dry cool air. He closed his eyes, cool for the first time in a week.
She crossed the room and began opening drawers while Mathew dried himself.
"How would you like me as a scarlet woman?"
Matthew looked up. Mitzi was holding out two handfuls of red fabric. He could see what looked like a bra and perhaps pantyhose. He wasn't sure what a scarlet woman was, but he said, "That sounds nice."
"Nice? I hope I can manage better than nice," she threw the red underclothes on the bed and began untying the belt of her robe. "Now, turn away and let the lady get dressed."
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
"Sweaty" Chapter 5
by Julius
Copyright 2005
While Matthew stood, with his back turned, Mitzi put on her red undies. She also got to admire Matthew's young body, especially his young ass. How she would have loved to watch that delicious bum in a mirror, to see the reflection working away while he fucked her. A girl could get horny just thinking about it.
Mitzi was amazed by just how horny she did feel. Dear heavens, she'd felt like this ever since she'd peeped in on Matthew, watching him enjoy a porn video with his cock in his hand. It was a lovely cock. Mitzi wasn't sure which was the nicer, his ass or his cock. Why worry, she had them both?
The bra was a problem. It was bought a year or more earlier, when there was a little less Mitzi-bosom. She'd bought it too small back then, with a lover in mind. It seemed she outgrown the lover and the bra. She finally got it fastened at the back; all four hooks. She could hardly wait to see Matthew's reaction when he saw it, one of those wicked peek-a-boo things. She looked down and almost gasped aloud. Was it perhaps just a little too much? There was more breast poking out than some girls had in total! On top of each mini-mound of breast was a big nipple. Big, because of the way they were being squeezed out and big too, no doubt, because of her arousal. More than a mouthful.
"Can I turn round yet?" Matthew asked.
"No you can't." She sorted through the clothes on the bed finding the thong. It was a man's thong. It had come as a free extra when she'd bought the red outfit. It was still in its wrapper.
She moved across to Matthew and dangled it over his shoulder. "Here's your outfit."
He took it and was silent for a moment while he tore open the plastic. "You're kidding!" he turned to look at her.
Mitzi had expected this, she'd pulled her robe up to cover herself. "No peeking young man or I'll spank you."
"I'd like to see you," he retorted.
"Would you now?" she said, smiling at him.
He blushed as he realized she'd misunderstood him. "I didn't mean ..."
"I know exactly what you meant and you've got a lovely spankable bum," she watched his blush deepen, "now turn round and put your thong on. I'll put on mine."
He turned away again. Mitzi picked up a scrap of red nylon that matched his. As she slipped it up her legs, she watched him hold his little garment up and look at it. He shook his head.
Mitzi watched him step first one foot into the thong and then the other. She copied his every move, wishing she could be in front of him watching him cram his equipment into the little pouch. His hands came round behind him. She watched in delight as the narrow strip disappeared into the crack of his ass. She pulled her thong up at the back, giving a little wriggle as it invaded her.
"You're not going to make me wear that mask thing again, are you?"
"No Matthew," she chuckled and added, "you get to see the merchandise this time."
"So, why can't I look?"
"Wrapping the present is important. I think you'll like it."
While they'd talked she'd pulled on a pair of red, crotchless pantyhose. She smoothed them up her legs and took a look at herself in the mirror. She was pleased with the result and thought Matthew would be too. She put the robe back on, tying the belt.
"Okay, you can turn round now."
The disappointment on his face brought her near to laughter. Poor Matthew had expected her all prettied and ready.
"I've still got to do my hair and make up," she said, sitting at her dressing table.
His face said it all. She could almost read the words; 'Why all the messing about? I want to fuck.' But he managed to grin and stood looking at her. No doubt he was wondering what was under the robe.
While she worked, he wandered about the room, taking a peek through the curtains, looking at the controls on the air conditioner. He seemed to be avoiding looking at her. She noticed his erection had gone.
She loved watching him in the mirror. The movements of his naked ass, the delicious outlines of the package at the front of the thong were so sexy. She longed to enjoy that lovely young body and have him enjoy hers. It seemed to Mitzi that they both had a lot to give each other.
"Ready?" she asked him, her voice cracked in the middle of the word and she realized she was probably as nervous as he was.
"I guess," he said, standing uncertainly in the middle of the big bedroom.
She got up and stood between him and the bed. Untying the belt, she let the robe fall open, then slip off her shoulders.
"Oh God!" the words came out as a whisper, "you're..., you're beautiful."
"Those are lovely words to hear Matthew," she told him.
He gave a little shrug, letting his eyes meet hers just for a moment, "Well, you are."
He looked down again. He had to, she realized. Her nipples and generous helpings of breast were poking out towards him. How could he not look? She looked down and understood. Her breasts seemed to be about to emerge through the cut-outs in the bra. She raised her hands, touching a forefinger to each nipple. A jolt from each seemed to shoot straight to her pussy. She gave a little gasp.
Mitzi moved back and sat on the edge of the bed and let herself stare at Matthew's crotch. She reached out a hand and he moved towards her until she could touch him.
He trembled at her touch. She traced his outlines with her finger tips. His balls, his cock were there for her, held only by the tight, thin, red nylon. He was exquisitely erect. She'd witnessed that beautiful uncoiling as soon as her robe had slipped to the floor. The long ridge of his penis now lay up his belly under the thong. Its head was threatening to nose its way out from under the elastic waistband. He looked so big. Mitzi licked her lips and felt her body's hunger writhe inside her. She cupped, caressed and fondled, marvelling at the sweet softness of him under the fabric. The red nylon was almost black where the tip of his cock had begun to ooze. Mitzi clamped her knees tightly together, as if to contain her own wetness. She knew she must be soaking her own thong. Every part of her seemed to ring like a bell, as if she'd overdosed on caffeine. A hotness was flooding across her chest.
Mitzi's fingers continued to trace over the bulge of him. She wanted to move on, to do more but also wanting to prolong the moments, tormenting herself as much as tormenting him.
Unable to resist any longer Mitzi pulled the elastic top of the thong out and down, exposing the top half of his erection. She wrapped her hand around it, not quite able to believe how big it looked in her hand. Hot too, so hot she imagined she could feel the glow of him on her face. He shifted his feet, trying to keep still, like a small boy needing a pee.
With her free hand she worked the thong down to the tops of his thigh. She could see all of him. Poor Mitzi didn't know what to do with that lovely cock. She wanted to do everything with it, put it everywhere on and in her body. For the moment her whole world was Matthew's cock.
Bending it down and squeezing, she milked out a drop of his precum. She carefully put his cockhead and its glistening jewel to her left nipple . She shuddered at the touch. Matthew uttered just two words, "Oh God."
She lifted his cock away. A glistening thread linked cock-head to nipple. It was too much for her, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
She'd wanted to do it since she'd first seen him loving himself with his hand. Now she had him, had his exquisite cock in her mouth. But she was a little frightened too. This would be the third time for her young stud. Mitzi didn't want it to end yet, not for along while.
She drew back and looked up at him, "Matthew, do you want me to do this just yet?"
He looked down at her and she knew what a stupid question it was. He grinned and said, "I think I might die if you didn't."
She sighed and opened her mouth to take him back in but he spoke again, "I was afraid you might have had enough."
"Enough Matthew? I doubt I could get enough of this."She gave his cock a squeeze. The shyness between them was fast breaking down and she added, "this'll be your third time. Can you keep up with me?"
"I managed nine times in one day once, just trying to see how often I could do it."
He'd not have told her that twenty-four hours earlier, Mitzi thought. She took his cock in her mouth again. Nine should be enough she thought, nine would be fine.
Mitzi had never managed to deep throat anyone but she loved a mouthful of cock. She could only manage half of Matthew. The other half was in her small hand. She slid her other hand round and grabbed a handful of young ass.
He loved it. That much was obvious from the grunts and gasps coming from above her. He couldn't help thrusting to meet her head bobs. Mitzi couldn'tbelieve the noise she was making as she struggled to keep up her tonguing and suckling. If the world could see her now! Matthew's cock hit the back of her throat and she found herself gagging. She pushed herself away from his cock.
"I'm sorry," he said as she struggled to control her reflexes, "Its just that ..."
She stared at the glistening delight, inches from her face and said, "Honey, it's okay, I'm loving this."
She opened her mouth and took him back switching to slow and gentle. Her lips gave only the lightest pressure as she bobbed her head back and forth along his length. She brought her hand round from his ass,gently hefting his balls. She played with them, feeling his pubic hair tickle her palm.
Suddenly he tensed, he was getting close. She tightened her lips, working her tongue on the undersideof his cock head. In seconds it seemed he was cryingout for her to 'Stop!' and 'Oh don't stop!' His sac contracted and became a tight bundle in her hand. His cock seemed to swell and lift. The first gush hit the roof of her mouth.
Mitzi was sucking and swallowing, trying to keep up. She loved it as jet after jet came from him. He slowed and finally stopped. Mitzi clung to his trembling thighs while the world geared down again.
They lay on the bed, on their sides, facing each other. Mitzi was beside herself with delight. This wonderful toy was hers, as long she wanted to play. The look on Matthew's face told her he was in his own heaven. His eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping.
"I never dreamt it was like this," he said.
"Some people never find out," she told him softly.
He opened his eyes and she saw them flick to her right nipple, which jutted from her bra pointing at him. As if in response to her silent wish he wriggled downthe bed until his face was level with her breast. His mouth enveloped her nipple. She moaned as her responses flowed south. She slid her hand between her legs, she was leaking alarmingly, delightfully.
Mitzi felt her arousal climbing again. Matthew suckled at her like a hungry puppy. He released her, touching her breasts with his fingers. She looked down and blinked. Her nipple and a mound of breast jutted from the bra's cut-out. The nipple was hugely swollen, glistening wetly with his saliva. His fingers traced her pale skin, circling the lace-edged opening. Time she thought, to play some more.
She got to her knees on the bed, urging Matthew onto his back. His cock had that lovely full look of a half erection. She moved down and knelt astride his feet.Leaning forward, taking her weight on her hands, she began teasing his cock with her nipples. Matthew put his hands behind his head, watching her at work.
His cock reared into full hardness. Mitzi wondered at his recovery rate. She'd never been with a man so young. She was getting some idea of how difficult life must be for a teen-aged male. No wonder he sat in his basement alone, dealing with his body's needs.
She needed it inside her too badly to tease him or herself any more. Moving awkwardly up him on her knees, she positioned her pussy above him and held his cock vertical. She pulled the thong to one side.
"Ready lover?" she asked him.
He nodded and she sank down onto him, all the way. Matthew sucked air in through his teeth, closing his eyes. Mitzi moaned as he speared up into her. Up and up until her ass settled on his thighs. She felt a flash of pain as the head of his cock bumped her cervix. She had all the cock she was built to take. She was filled full.
Mitzi did all the work. She knew her thighs would kill her next day but the joy of having that glorious thing to writhe on, to squirm on, to just simply, deliciously, joyously fuck on - she was in heaven. After three orgasms, Mathew had a little more staying power. The two of them fucked like they had forever.
All good things must end, and when his hands slid around her, gripping her ass, Mitzi knew Matthew's next climax was there for the asking.
"Lie still. Let me fuck you," she told him. Her thighs were protesting now but Mitzi didn't care. She just moved steadily up and down. Up till his cock-head was held by her labia, then down until her ass slapped his thighs.
Suddenly he stiffened, his control went. He began thrusting in time with her. His hands helped lift her and they helped slam her down onto him. Soon both were fighting to reach their own climaxes. Matthew's fight was a gasping, struggling thing. Despite the air conditioning, both were soon covered in a sheen of sweat.
Their orgasms blossomed a heart beat apart. Matthew's cock swelled inside her and her pussy answered him, clenching hungrily. He spurted and spilled into her. Mitzi collapsed, sobbing, on top of him. She was lost, just sobbing as her body spasmed. Matthew's body struggled under her, as he fought for breath.
Insatiable they might have been but sleep claimed them. Wet now with their loving, they lay nuzzled together like puppies.
Copyright 2005
While Matthew stood, with his back turned, Mitzi put on her red undies. She also got to admire Matthew's young body, especially his young ass. How she would have loved to watch that delicious bum in a mirror, to see the reflection working away while he fucked her. A girl could get horny just thinking about it.
Mitzi was amazed by just how horny she did feel. Dear heavens, she'd felt like this ever since she'd peeped in on Matthew, watching him enjoy a porn video with his cock in his hand. It was a lovely cock. Mitzi wasn't sure which was the nicer, his ass or his cock. Why worry, she had them both?
The bra was a problem. It was bought a year or more earlier, when there was a little less Mitzi-bosom. She'd bought it too small back then, with a lover in mind. It seemed she outgrown the lover and the bra. She finally got it fastened at the back; all four hooks. She could hardly wait to see Matthew's reaction when he saw it, one of those wicked peek-a-boo things. She looked down and almost gasped aloud. Was it perhaps just a little too much? There was more breast poking out than some girls had in total! On top of each mini-mound of breast was a big nipple. Big, because of the way they were being squeezed out and big too, no doubt, because of her arousal. More than a mouthful.
"Can I turn round yet?" Matthew asked.
"No you can't." She sorted through the clothes on the bed finding the thong. It was a man's thong. It had come as a free extra when she'd bought the red outfit. It was still in its wrapper.
She moved across to Matthew and dangled it over his shoulder. "Here's your outfit."
He took it and was silent for a moment while he tore open the plastic. "You're kidding!" he turned to look at her.
Mitzi had expected this, she'd pulled her robe up to cover herself. "No peeking young man or I'll spank you."
"I'd like to see you," he retorted.
"Would you now?" she said, smiling at him.
He blushed as he realized she'd misunderstood him. "I didn't mean ..."
"I know exactly what you meant and you've got a lovely spankable bum," she watched his blush deepen, "now turn round and put your thong on. I'll put on mine."
He turned away again. Mitzi picked up a scrap of red nylon that matched his. As she slipped it up her legs, she watched him hold his little garment up and look at it. He shook his head.
Mitzi watched him step first one foot into the thong and then the other. She copied his every move, wishing she could be in front of him watching him cram his equipment into the little pouch. His hands came round behind him. She watched in delight as the narrow strip disappeared into the crack of his ass. She pulled her thong up at the back, giving a little wriggle as it invaded her.
"You're not going to make me wear that mask thing again, are you?"
"No Matthew," she chuckled and added, "you get to see the merchandise this time."
"So, why can't I look?"
"Wrapping the present is important. I think you'll like it."
While they'd talked she'd pulled on a pair of red, crotchless pantyhose. She smoothed them up her legs and took a look at herself in the mirror. She was pleased with the result and thought Matthew would be too. She put the robe back on, tying the belt.
"Okay, you can turn round now."
The disappointment on his face brought her near to laughter. Poor Matthew had expected her all prettied and ready.
"I've still got to do my hair and make up," she said, sitting at her dressing table.
His face said it all. She could almost read the words; 'Why all the messing about? I want to fuck.' But he managed to grin and stood looking at her. No doubt he was wondering what was under the robe.
While she worked, he wandered about the room, taking a peek through the curtains, looking at the controls on the air conditioner. He seemed to be avoiding looking at her. She noticed his erection had gone.
She loved watching him in the mirror. The movements of his naked ass, the delicious outlines of the package at the front of the thong were so sexy. She longed to enjoy that lovely young body and have him enjoy hers. It seemed to Mitzi that they both had a lot to give each other.
"Ready?" she asked him, her voice cracked in the middle of the word and she realized she was probably as nervous as he was.
"I guess," he said, standing uncertainly in the middle of the big bedroom.
She got up and stood between him and the bed. Untying the belt, she let the robe fall open, then slip off her shoulders.
"Oh God!" the words came out as a whisper, "you're..., you're beautiful."
"Those are lovely words to hear Matthew," she told him.
He gave a little shrug, letting his eyes meet hers just for a moment, "Well, you are."
He looked down again. He had to, she realized. Her nipples and generous helpings of breast were poking out towards him. How could he not look? She looked down and understood. Her breasts seemed to be about to emerge through the cut-outs in the bra. She raised her hands, touching a forefinger to each nipple. A jolt from each seemed to shoot straight to her pussy. She gave a little gasp.
Mitzi moved back and sat on the edge of the bed and let herself stare at Matthew's crotch. She reached out a hand and he moved towards her until she could touch him.
He trembled at her touch. She traced his outlines with her finger tips. His balls, his cock were there for her, held only by the tight, thin, red nylon. He was exquisitely erect. She'd witnessed that beautiful uncoiling as soon as her robe had slipped to the floor. The long ridge of his penis now lay up his belly under the thong. Its head was threatening to nose its way out from under the elastic waistband. He looked so big. Mitzi licked her lips and felt her body's hunger writhe inside her. She cupped, caressed and fondled, marvelling at the sweet softness of him under the fabric. The red nylon was almost black where the tip of his cock had begun to ooze. Mitzi clamped her knees tightly together, as if to contain her own wetness. She knew she must be soaking her own thong. Every part of her seemed to ring like a bell, as if she'd overdosed on caffeine. A hotness was flooding across her chest.
Mitzi's fingers continued to trace over the bulge of him. She wanted to move on, to do more but also wanting to prolong the moments, tormenting herself as much as tormenting him.
Unable to resist any longer Mitzi pulled the elastic top of the thong out and down, exposing the top half of his erection. She wrapped her hand around it, not quite able to believe how big it looked in her hand. Hot too, so hot she imagined she could feel the glow of him on her face. He shifted his feet, trying to keep still, like a small boy needing a pee.
With her free hand she worked the thong down to the tops of his thigh. She could see all of him. Poor Mitzi didn't know what to do with that lovely cock. She wanted to do everything with it, put it everywhere on and in her body. For the moment her whole world was Matthew's cock.
Bending it down and squeezing, she milked out a drop of his precum. She carefully put his cockhead and its glistening jewel to her left nipple . She shuddered at the touch. Matthew uttered just two words, "Oh God."
She lifted his cock away. A glistening thread linked cock-head to nipple. It was too much for her, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
She'd wanted to do it since she'd first seen him loving himself with his hand. Now she had him, had his exquisite cock in her mouth. But she was a little frightened too. This would be the third time for her young stud. Mitzi didn't want it to end yet, not for along while.
She drew back and looked up at him, "Matthew, do you want me to do this just yet?"
He looked down at her and she knew what a stupid question it was. He grinned and said, "I think I might die if you didn't."
She sighed and opened her mouth to take him back in but he spoke again, "I was afraid you might have had enough."
"Enough Matthew? I doubt I could get enough of this."She gave his cock a squeeze. The shyness between them was fast breaking down and she added, "this'll be your third time. Can you keep up with me?"
"I managed nine times in one day once, just trying to see how often I could do it."
He'd not have told her that twenty-four hours earlier, Mitzi thought. She took his cock in her mouth again. Nine should be enough she thought, nine would be fine.
Mitzi had never managed to deep throat anyone but she loved a mouthful of cock. She could only manage half of Matthew. The other half was in her small hand. She slid her other hand round and grabbed a handful of young ass.
He loved it. That much was obvious from the grunts and gasps coming from above her. He couldn't help thrusting to meet her head bobs. Mitzi couldn'tbelieve the noise she was making as she struggled to keep up her tonguing and suckling. If the world could see her now! Matthew's cock hit the back of her throat and she found herself gagging. She pushed herself away from his cock.
"I'm sorry," he said as she struggled to control her reflexes, "Its just that ..."
She stared at the glistening delight, inches from her face and said, "Honey, it's okay, I'm loving this."
She opened her mouth and took him back switching to slow and gentle. Her lips gave only the lightest pressure as she bobbed her head back and forth along his length. She brought her hand round from his ass,gently hefting his balls. She played with them, feeling his pubic hair tickle her palm.
Suddenly he tensed, he was getting close. She tightened her lips, working her tongue on the undersideof his cock head. In seconds it seemed he was cryingout for her to 'Stop!' and 'Oh don't stop!' His sac contracted and became a tight bundle in her hand. His cock seemed to swell and lift. The first gush hit the roof of her mouth.
Mitzi was sucking and swallowing, trying to keep up. She loved it as jet after jet came from him. He slowed and finally stopped. Mitzi clung to his trembling thighs while the world geared down again.
They lay on the bed, on their sides, facing each other. Mitzi was beside herself with delight. This wonderful toy was hers, as long she wanted to play. The look on Matthew's face told her he was in his own heaven. His eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping.
"I never dreamt it was like this," he said.
"Some people never find out," she told him softly.
He opened his eyes and she saw them flick to her right nipple, which jutted from her bra pointing at him. As if in response to her silent wish he wriggled downthe bed until his face was level with her breast. His mouth enveloped her nipple. She moaned as her responses flowed south. She slid her hand between her legs, she was leaking alarmingly, delightfully.
Mitzi felt her arousal climbing again. Matthew suckled at her like a hungry puppy. He released her, touching her breasts with his fingers. She looked down and blinked. Her nipple and a mound of breast jutted from the bra's cut-out. The nipple was hugely swollen, glistening wetly with his saliva. His fingers traced her pale skin, circling the lace-edged opening. Time she thought, to play some more.
She got to her knees on the bed, urging Matthew onto his back. His cock had that lovely full look of a half erection. She moved down and knelt astride his feet.Leaning forward, taking her weight on her hands, she began teasing his cock with her nipples. Matthew put his hands behind his head, watching her at work.
His cock reared into full hardness. Mitzi wondered at his recovery rate. She'd never been with a man so young. She was getting some idea of how difficult life must be for a teen-aged male. No wonder he sat in his basement alone, dealing with his body's needs.
She needed it inside her too badly to tease him or herself any more. Moving awkwardly up him on her knees, she positioned her pussy above him and held his cock vertical. She pulled the thong to one side.
"Ready lover?" she asked him.
He nodded and she sank down onto him, all the way. Matthew sucked air in through his teeth, closing his eyes. Mitzi moaned as he speared up into her. Up and up until her ass settled on his thighs. She felt a flash of pain as the head of his cock bumped her cervix. She had all the cock she was built to take. She was filled full.
Mitzi did all the work. She knew her thighs would kill her next day but the joy of having that glorious thing to writhe on, to squirm on, to just simply, deliciously, joyously fuck on - she was in heaven. After three orgasms, Mathew had a little more staying power. The two of them fucked like they had forever.
All good things must end, and when his hands slid around her, gripping her ass, Mitzi knew Matthew's next climax was there for the asking.
"Lie still. Let me fuck you," she told him. Her thighs were protesting now but Mitzi didn't care. She just moved steadily up and down. Up till his cock-head was held by her labia, then down until her ass slapped his thighs.
Suddenly he stiffened, his control went. He began thrusting in time with her. His hands helped lift her and they helped slam her down onto him. Soon both were fighting to reach their own climaxes. Matthew's fight was a gasping, struggling thing. Despite the air conditioning, both were soon covered in a sheen of sweat.
Their orgasms blossomed a heart beat apart. Matthew's cock swelled inside her and her pussy answered him, clenching hungrily. He spurted and spilled into her. Mitzi collapsed, sobbing, on top of him. She was lost, just sobbing as her body spasmed. Matthew's body struggled under her, as he fought for breath.
Insatiable they might have been but sleep claimed them. Wet now with their loving, they lay nuzzled together like puppies.
Monday, November 3, 2008
"Sweaty" Chapter 6
by Julius
Copyright 2005
Mitzi woke alone. Nothing new there. She'd been waking alone for a long time. Then it hit her, she'd not gone to sleep alone! Matthew, they'd been cuddled up together. She looked around, the bathroom door was open, the bathroom was empty. A piece of paper was propped against the bedside lamp. She grabbed it, squinted, where were her damned glasses? She managed to make out the words, 'Gone to airport for my dad see you.'
She felt an awful sense of loss. 'See you,' had that casual ring to it. Ships had passed in the night. She wondered, with a sinking heart, if they'd pass again. Or would it be back to an occasional, "Hi Matthew," and "Hi Mrs Roberts." After what had happened it was unthinkable damn it!
"Fuck!" she said and swung her legs out of bed. She stood up and groaned, her thighs hurt as if she'd climbed a million steps. Mitzi hobbled to the bathroom and squatted and moaned. Half her muscles seem to protest. She peed forever, how long had she slept? The sun was well up.
She sat on the steps of the back deck. The air was still cool but that wouldn't last, she knew. She held a big mug of coffee in both hands and watched a bee sample a dandelion. Dandelions, there was a job she wasn't going to tackle today. She needed a shower. Strangely, she was enjoying being unwashed after last night's frolic. She wore yesterday's shorts and top too. Acutely aware that Matthew had come over theshorts, she was enjoying the little afterglow that remained. A sad little corner of her mind told her she'd better enjoy it - it might not happen again.
Christ but she was down. Was this a post climactic anti-climax she wondered, almost enjoying her little self-pity session.
A footstep, she stiffened as a shadow moved. Startled, she looked up.
"Hi," he said.
"Er, ... hi," she struggled for the name.
"Mark, your next door neighbour."
"Of course, sorry, daydreaming."
He stood looking down at her, "Forgive me, I tried at the front but nobody answered so I walked round."
"Bell's broken," she said, wondering why people talk in bits of sentences.
"Thought I'd drop by and thank you for feeding young Matt."
"It was a pleasure," she said. Thinking back, it had been a great pleasure.
He stood, seeming a little uncertain of himself. "I was just walking to the mall for breakfast. Would you like to join me."
Join him? She'd love to and before she could stop herself she'd said, "I'd love to."
Panic. Her braless breasts moved inside the shirt, too low and too heavy. Yesterday's t-shirt, with yesterday's Mitzi-odour. And the shorts! With Matthew's dried cum on them. Dear God, what a slut she was.
Mark slapped his pocket, "No wallet, I'll be right back."
He must have seen what a mess she was. Dammit, he'd probably smelled her. Here was a gentleman for sure.She was certain he'd not forgotten his wallet at all.
After he'd gone she dashed inside, found a bra and captured her breasts. She put on a clean blouse and sandals and headed for the door. The frayed, cut-off,denim shorts looked good on her ass so she left them where they were.
He was at the gate waiting for her.
Sat in the booth she got the first proper, close-uplook at her neighbour in the many months she'd lived next to him. Fiftyish, maybe younger, maybe not, lifehad worn him and weathered him. He suited the short trimmed beard and the spectacles. He was greying and balding and not too heavy. A mouth that was slow to smile but when it did she loved it. Nice teeth that looked clean. Jesus how come she'd missed all this for all this time.
She wondered what he thought of her. She must have looked a disaster when he found her on the back deck. Did she look much better now? Her hair a mess, and no make-up. The shorts - Christ the shorts! She must look a slut in them with or without cum stains. SuddenlyMitzi wished she was a long way away.
"This is a treat."
Mitzi was yanked back to the real world, "What?"
"A treat, sitting here with you for breakfast. How come we've never met properly before?"
'You poor slob,' she thought, 'I've never fucked your son before, that's why.'
"I wish you'd given me a bit of notice," she gestured at herself, "I'm a mess."
"Your not a mess, the real you looks just great. Can I call you Mitzi?"
"Just don't call me early for breakfast again," she quipped and they laughed a little.
"Matthew's been singing your praises, quite smitten he is."
"It was just pizza and a beer," Mitzi said quietly, telling the truth and lying and wanting the conversation to take a different turn.
"He raved about the air conditioning, wants us to get it."
"It's only in my bed ...," Mitzi nearly died as she cut the word off.
Mark's eyes stared straight into hers. Oh God, heknew. She was sure Matthew hadn't told about them fucking but she knew with an awful certainty that this man guessed. She felt the blood rush to her face and she began the move along the seat - she was getting out before she died of shame.
"Take your orders?" the waitress blocked her escape.
Her appetite gone, she ordered toast. Mark suggested she try the French toast, saying they did the world's best. With a mental shrug, she agreed. He ordered the same and the waitress said "Two French toasts." and moved away.
Stirring her coffee she said, "Confession time?"
He looked at her, raised an eyebrow.
"You know what happened between ..., between Matthew and me?"
"I guessed but it's not really for me to judge. You're both grown up I s'pose. He's eighteen after all."
"Yes, and I'm just about old enough to be his grandmother," she was near tears now.
"You never saw my ex's mother or you'd not say such a thing," he laughed, he actually laughed, she couldn't believe it.
"You're not at all angry are you?" she asked, feeling almost annoyed at his acceptance.
"I was shocked, surprised. Mostly I was jealous."
"Jealous?" Mitzi said, not quite understanding the conversation. She was still reeling from the way the morning was going.
"Of course I'm jealous. My teenage lad get to ...,gets to ...," he struggled for a word, "gets to spend time with my beautiful lady neighbour and...," Markwas having trouble now and Mitzi felt a flood of relief. She was off the hook for the moment.
Her eyes felt tear-swollen as she stared at him. "I'm suddenly so ashamed. Yesterday with Matthew was so beautiful and now I'm face to face with you. Suddenly I feel wicked."
He reached out and touched her hand. "Hey, go easy on yourself, things happen."
Suddenly, she was telling him about the mower stalling, the heat, going to ask Matthew for help. She skipped the part about the video and Kim and what happened in the basement. "He went to pick you up atthe airport and when he got back without you I was sitting on the front steps."
The waitress brought their orders and topped up their coffees and Mitzi finished lamely, "I ordered a pizza for us and we had a beer," she paused and added, in her own defence, "he's such a sweet young man."
"I think he's a very lucky young man," Mark said with a mouthful of French toast.
"And you really don't mind, you're not angry?"
"Eat your breakfast and let me take you out for supper tonight."
They parted in front of her house.
The day warmed steadily and, by early afternoon, the house had become a sweat-box again. Mitzi closed the windows and cranked her air conditioner up. With thebedroom door open, the cool air drifted down the stairs and made life almost bearable.
Mitzi tried to get her thoughts straight. She'd said yes to Mark's offer of supper because she liked him, liked him very much. Everything about him rang true and positive.
But she'd screwed his son. They'd done it in her kitchen and then on her bed. They'd showered together. She'd jerked the boy off in Mark's basement. All of it just the day before. She'd been like a mink on heat.
Trouble was, she'd loved every moment of it. Damn, her pussy still clenched every time she thought about Matthew's body and what they'd done together.
Now the father was taking her out for supper and no doubt thinking about getting into her panties too. He should be mad at her, disgusted with her, not dating her. No, she decided, she couldn't go through with it.
She made that decision several times that day. And each time, she changed her mind again. What the fuck, a bit more mink-in-heat behaviour might be just fine. She'd been cockless for too damn long.
The thinking, or rather the subject matter, served only to keep her hormones dashing round. At around four she went up to her bedroom and closed the door.While the room cooled, she showered and began choosing an outfit.
She dressed herself in black. Not very summery, but she felt the slutty Mitzi would look suitably wicked in black. Black underwear of course and over that she wore black blouse and skirt. All pretty conservative except for the high slit in the back of the skirt. Black stockings and heels made the most of her legs.She looked in the mirror, turning this way and that and was happy with who she saw. Her hair was dark, dark brown - even the grey was dark brown. The brilliant, red lipstick was a last minute choice -what else for a slut?
She been pleased and relieved when Mark had told her Matthew had gone away for the weekend. Mark's ex and her husband had dropped by and collected him that morning while Mark still slept. They had a cottage by a lake and Mark said Matthew loved to go, even if this time, he'd seemed more than a little reluctant.
Mitzi wondered about Mark's ex, wondered why they'd split up. She glanced at the clock, five to six. The sound of a car starting nearby drew her to the window.
She was amused to see Mark drive out of his drivewayand into hers. She crossed the bedroom, her heart bumping with excitement.
The heat and humidity hit her as she opened the bedroom door. By the time she got outside her body felt clammy, what a summer this was turning out to be.
Mark got out as she went down the steps to the car. His expression delighted her. It was open admiration, he was almost gaping. "My Lord, you are just beautiful," he told her.
He opened the car door for her and handed her in. She felt quite the lady. He went round the car and got in and sat, just looking at her. "You looked good thismorning, but this ...," he let the sentence hang unfinished.
They ate Italian and sat talking after the meal. She couldn't remember feeling so at ease or so relaxed.They talked of everything and sometimes, talked not at all. When Mark finally asked the waiter for the bill Mitzi realized almost three hours had slid by unnoticed. How well they fit together, she thought.
The sun was almost gone as they drove across town. "I can't believe we've lived next door to each other all this time and we've never done this before," he said.
"Crazy isn't it?"
She wanted him and she knew with an awful certainty that he wanted her and for the life of her she didn't know what to do.
Mark stopped the car between their driveways. He solved her dilemma by saying, "Your place or mine for coffee?"
"Yours, you have to make better coffee than me."
Just like that, she thought. This is too easy. Then the thought: or am I too easy?
"Look ...," she started.
"Don't go making conditions," he said, "just come in for coffee. We're not kids. I'll not jump on you."
A short silence and then they glanced at one another,"Unless you beg me," he said in a very low, sinister voice and they both laughed.
Mitzi very much wanted to tell him how happy she was right then. But she closed her eyes and leaned against the seat's headrest and worried about the need between her legs.
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And that, as they say, is all she (he) wrote. I find it difficult to continue this story. Obviously a hot evening is going to follow; hot and sweaty and wet. But .... there's too much potential for jealousy and conflict here. For now, she wants them both and no doubt they both want her. Perhaps Matthew will move on to girls his own age. Perhaps .. perhaps ... for now dear reader you'll have to imagine your own endings/beginnings. Damn it! I don't like loose ends!
Copyright 2005
Mitzi woke alone. Nothing new there. She'd been waking alone for a long time. Then it hit her, she'd not gone to sleep alone! Matthew, they'd been cuddled up together. She looked around, the bathroom door was open, the bathroom was empty. A piece of paper was propped against the bedside lamp. She grabbed it, squinted, where were her damned glasses? She managed to make out the words, 'Gone to airport for my dad see you.'
She felt an awful sense of loss. 'See you,' had that casual ring to it. Ships had passed in the night. She wondered, with a sinking heart, if they'd pass again. Or would it be back to an occasional, "Hi Matthew," and "Hi Mrs Roberts." After what had happened it was unthinkable damn it!
"Fuck!" she said and swung her legs out of bed. She stood up and groaned, her thighs hurt as if she'd climbed a million steps. Mitzi hobbled to the bathroom and squatted and moaned. Half her muscles seem to protest. She peed forever, how long had she slept? The sun was well up.
She sat on the steps of the back deck. The air was still cool but that wouldn't last, she knew. She held a big mug of coffee in both hands and watched a bee sample a dandelion. Dandelions, there was a job she wasn't going to tackle today. She needed a shower. Strangely, she was enjoying being unwashed after last night's frolic. She wore yesterday's shorts and top too. Acutely aware that Matthew had come over theshorts, she was enjoying the little afterglow that remained. A sad little corner of her mind told her she'd better enjoy it - it might not happen again.
Christ but she was down. Was this a post climactic anti-climax she wondered, almost enjoying her little self-pity session.
A footstep, she stiffened as a shadow moved. Startled, she looked up.
"Hi," he said.
"Er, ... hi," she struggled for the name.
"Mark, your next door neighbour."
"Of course, sorry, daydreaming."
He stood looking down at her, "Forgive me, I tried at the front but nobody answered so I walked round."
"Bell's broken," she said, wondering why people talk in bits of sentences.
"Thought I'd drop by and thank you for feeding young Matt."
"It was a pleasure," she said. Thinking back, it had been a great pleasure.
He stood, seeming a little uncertain of himself. "I was just walking to the mall for breakfast. Would you like to join me."
Join him? She'd love to and before she could stop herself she'd said, "I'd love to."
Panic. Her braless breasts moved inside the shirt, too low and too heavy. Yesterday's t-shirt, with yesterday's Mitzi-odour. And the shorts! With Matthew's dried cum on them. Dear God, what a slut she was.
Mark slapped his pocket, "No wallet, I'll be right back."
He must have seen what a mess she was. Dammit, he'd probably smelled her. Here was a gentleman for sure.She was certain he'd not forgotten his wallet at all.
After he'd gone she dashed inside, found a bra and captured her breasts. She put on a clean blouse and sandals and headed for the door. The frayed, cut-off,denim shorts looked good on her ass so she left them where they were.
He was at the gate waiting for her.
Sat in the booth she got the first proper, close-uplook at her neighbour in the many months she'd lived next to him. Fiftyish, maybe younger, maybe not, lifehad worn him and weathered him. He suited the short trimmed beard and the spectacles. He was greying and balding and not too heavy. A mouth that was slow to smile but when it did she loved it. Nice teeth that looked clean. Jesus how come she'd missed all this for all this time.
She wondered what he thought of her. She must have looked a disaster when he found her on the back deck. Did she look much better now? Her hair a mess, and no make-up. The shorts - Christ the shorts! She must look a slut in them with or without cum stains. SuddenlyMitzi wished she was a long way away.
"This is a treat."
Mitzi was yanked back to the real world, "What?"
"A treat, sitting here with you for breakfast. How come we've never met properly before?"
'You poor slob,' she thought, 'I've never fucked your son before, that's why.'
"I wish you'd given me a bit of notice," she gestured at herself, "I'm a mess."
"Your not a mess, the real you looks just great. Can I call you Mitzi?"
"Just don't call me early for breakfast again," she quipped and they laughed a little.
"Matthew's been singing your praises, quite smitten he is."
"It was just pizza and a beer," Mitzi said quietly, telling the truth and lying and wanting the conversation to take a different turn.
"He raved about the air conditioning, wants us to get it."
"It's only in my bed ...," Mitzi nearly died as she cut the word off.
Mark's eyes stared straight into hers. Oh God, heknew. She was sure Matthew hadn't told about them fucking but she knew with an awful certainty that this man guessed. She felt the blood rush to her face and she began the move along the seat - she was getting out before she died of shame.
"Take your orders?" the waitress blocked her escape.
Her appetite gone, she ordered toast. Mark suggested she try the French toast, saying they did the world's best. With a mental shrug, she agreed. He ordered the same and the waitress said "Two French toasts." and moved away.
Stirring her coffee she said, "Confession time?"
He looked at her, raised an eyebrow.
"You know what happened between ..., between Matthew and me?"
"I guessed but it's not really for me to judge. You're both grown up I s'pose. He's eighteen after all."
"Yes, and I'm just about old enough to be his grandmother," she was near tears now.
"You never saw my ex's mother or you'd not say such a thing," he laughed, he actually laughed, she couldn't believe it.
"You're not at all angry are you?" she asked, feeling almost annoyed at his acceptance.
"I was shocked, surprised. Mostly I was jealous."
"Jealous?" Mitzi said, not quite understanding the conversation. She was still reeling from the way the morning was going.
"Of course I'm jealous. My teenage lad get to ...,gets to ...," he struggled for a word, "gets to spend time with my beautiful lady neighbour and...," Markwas having trouble now and Mitzi felt a flood of relief. She was off the hook for the moment.
Her eyes felt tear-swollen as she stared at him. "I'm suddenly so ashamed. Yesterday with Matthew was so beautiful and now I'm face to face with you. Suddenly I feel wicked."
He reached out and touched her hand. "Hey, go easy on yourself, things happen."
Suddenly, she was telling him about the mower stalling, the heat, going to ask Matthew for help. She skipped the part about the video and Kim and what happened in the basement. "He went to pick you up atthe airport and when he got back without you I was sitting on the front steps."
The waitress brought their orders and topped up their coffees and Mitzi finished lamely, "I ordered a pizza for us and we had a beer," she paused and added, in her own defence, "he's such a sweet young man."
"I think he's a very lucky young man," Mark said with a mouthful of French toast.
"And you really don't mind, you're not angry?"
"Eat your breakfast and let me take you out for supper tonight."
They parted in front of her house.
The day warmed steadily and, by early afternoon, the house had become a sweat-box again. Mitzi closed the windows and cranked her air conditioner up. With thebedroom door open, the cool air drifted down the stairs and made life almost bearable.
Mitzi tried to get her thoughts straight. She'd said yes to Mark's offer of supper because she liked him, liked him very much. Everything about him rang true and positive.
But she'd screwed his son. They'd done it in her kitchen and then on her bed. They'd showered together. She'd jerked the boy off in Mark's basement. All of it just the day before. She'd been like a mink on heat.
Trouble was, she'd loved every moment of it. Damn, her pussy still clenched every time she thought about Matthew's body and what they'd done together.
Now the father was taking her out for supper and no doubt thinking about getting into her panties too. He should be mad at her, disgusted with her, not dating her. No, she decided, she couldn't go through with it.
She made that decision several times that day. And each time, she changed her mind again. What the fuck, a bit more mink-in-heat behaviour might be just fine. She'd been cockless for too damn long.
The thinking, or rather the subject matter, served only to keep her hormones dashing round. At around four she went up to her bedroom and closed the door.While the room cooled, she showered and began choosing an outfit.
She dressed herself in black. Not very summery, but she felt the slutty Mitzi would look suitably wicked in black. Black underwear of course and over that she wore black blouse and skirt. All pretty conservative except for the high slit in the back of the skirt. Black stockings and heels made the most of her legs.She looked in the mirror, turning this way and that and was happy with who she saw. Her hair was dark, dark brown - even the grey was dark brown. The brilliant, red lipstick was a last minute choice -what else for a slut?
She been pleased and relieved when Mark had told her Matthew had gone away for the weekend. Mark's ex and her husband had dropped by and collected him that morning while Mark still slept. They had a cottage by a lake and Mark said Matthew loved to go, even if this time, he'd seemed more than a little reluctant.
Mitzi wondered about Mark's ex, wondered why they'd split up. She glanced at the clock, five to six. The sound of a car starting nearby drew her to the window.
She was amused to see Mark drive out of his drivewayand into hers. She crossed the bedroom, her heart bumping with excitement.
The heat and humidity hit her as she opened the bedroom door. By the time she got outside her body felt clammy, what a summer this was turning out to be.
Mark got out as she went down the steps to the car. His expression delighted her. It was open admiration, he was almost gaping. "My Lord, you are just beautiful," he told her.
He opened the car door for her and handed her in. She felt quite the lady. He went round the car and got in and sat, just looking at her. "You looked good thismorning, but this ...," he let the sentence hang unfinished.
They ate Italian and sat talking after the meal. She couldn't remember feeling so at ease or so relaxed.They talked of everything and sometimes, talked not at all. When Mark finally asked the waiter for the bill Mitzi realized almost three hours had slid by unnoticed. How well they fit together, she thought.
The sun was almost gone as they drove across town. "I can't believe we've lived next door to each other all this time and we've never done this before," he said.
"Crazy isn't it?"
She wanted him and she knew with an awful certainty that he wanted her and for the life of her she didn't know what to do.
Mark stopped the car between their driveways. He solved her dilemma by saying, "Your place or mine for coffee?"
"Yours, you have to make better coffee than me."
Just like that, she thought. This is too easy. Then the thought: or am I too easy?
"Look ...," she started.
"Don't go making conditions," he said, "just come in for coffee. We're not kids. I'll not jump on you."
A short silence and then they glanced at one another,"Unless you beg me," he said in a very low, sinister voice and they both laughed.
Mitzi very much wanted to tell him how happy she was right then. But she closed her eyes and leaned against the seat's headrest and worried about the need between her legs.
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And that, as they say, is all she (he) wrote. I find it difficult to continue this story. Obviously a hot evening is going to follow; hot and sweaty and wet. But .... there's too much potential for jealousy and conflict here. For now, she wants them both and no doubt they both want her. Perhaps Matthew will move on to girls his own age. Perhaps .. perhaps ... for now dear reader you'll have to imagine your own endings/beginnings. Damn it! I don't like loose ends!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
"All Cats Are Grey ... Aren't They?"
by Julius
Copyright 2003
Peter and Pam were young, not yet totalling fifty years. They were sweet and not a little naive.
Mike and Mary were ten or so years their senior. All four had a pleasant buzz on, enough food and rather too much wine with dinner. Friends and near neighbours, the monthly suppers and spirited discussions that followed had become a fairly regular, monthly event.
The supper dishes were washed. The four of them sat talking and laughing, each with a full glass. The subject moved, as so often happens, to sex. But for this quartet, it hadn't got quite so frank and open before. Blame it on the wine, maybe blame it on Peter's remark, "I don't really think a man can tell one woman from another with his eyes shut."
Mike agreed, simply to spark the girls the way he thought it might. Mary thought he was teasing but shot back, "You mean you can't recognise ME with your eyes closed!" She feigned anger and left it to Peter and Pam to run with the ball.
The argument went back and forth and of course it was Peter who took the conversation to the next level when he said, "I imagine it's the same with women, all men are the same." This last comment seemed to have stronger sexual implications and Pam and Mary exchanged glances that the menfolk missed.
A week earlier the two girls had had an evening together that had seen a lot of vodka and a little orange juice disappear. Mary had boasted of Mike's equipment and Pam had scoffed. Pam was quite certain all men were very much average and talk of 'big, bigger, biggest' was just silly boasting. Mary knew different and had just shrugged and smiled. A very happy smile but Pam had chosen to ignore it. But now the remark slid back into her mind. As she looked at Mary, the latter gave her a slow wink.
The glasses were refilled. The conversation bounded along with vigour, each party adding their thoughts on how to test this theory.
"They'd both need the same perfume," from Peter.
"Lights out and blindfolded," said Pam.
"Gloves too," this from Mary.
And so on and so on until suddenly they were on the brink of trying out all the ideas. But nobody seemed to want to be the one to actually commit them.
Another bottle was opened.
Suddenly Pam blurted, "Let's try, I'm game if you guys are!" She giggled and blushed.
Couples exchanged glances. Mary looked at Pam and Pam read that look as, 'Now young lady, you might find out for sure.'
Half an hour later the two girls were in Mike and Mary's bedroom, naked and freshly showered and laughing about their woolen mittens. They were wearing too much of some awful perfume Mary had got for Christmas from her mother. They blindfolded each other and turned out the lights. All they could do then was to sit side by side on the bed and wait forthe guys.
Peter and Mike had showered in the bathroom in the basement and now stood, feeling very self conscious, in the living room. It's an odd fact but true, that women feel a lot more comfortable naked in each other'spresennce than do men. But the wine had mellowed them and the prospect of the experiment was heady stuff for these two guys. Both wore the same cologne. Then they blindfolded themselves. They perhaps looked a little foolish, each wearing just a pair of Mike's gloves and the scarves around their heads.
"You ladies ready?" Peter called trying to sound more at ease than he felt.
A voice from the bedroom answered 'Yes!'
Mike called, "Ready or not here we come."
"Last door on the left Peter, follow me. Not too closely please." Mike felt his way slowly down the passageway to the bedroom.
They'd tossed a coin and Peter had won and had elected to be first. When they entered the bedroom Mike simply moved to the side and stood leaning against the wall, waiting. Peter went in after him and closed the door. The total darkness surprised him but ensured that he really couldn't see.
He advanced slowly into the room. His first contact was his bare hip against flesh. His gloved hands felt around and soon told him she was standing bent over with her back towards him. She must have been been resting her hands on the foot of the bed. Suddenly it hit him, here was Pam or maybe Mary bent over ready and waiting for him.
Peter had worried that he'd never get hard but the feel of that soft ass under his hands worked its clever magic and his cock reared into a very satisfactory erection.
They'd agreed that silence was essential if this experiment was to work. It was going to be difficult to do this in complete silence. He imagined them all sitting around after this was over, proving his theoryand wondering who'd done who. Would it really work out that way?
He caressed the ass in front of him. Pam? He thought so. It felt right but then, Mary and Pam were very similar in build. How could he really tell?
The gloves told him little save that the ass was soft and warm and sweetly rounded. The perfume was heavy and too sweet, no clue there. He wondered if Mary's pussy would really feel the same as Pam's and he bent his hardness down and slid it between the waitingthighs. A soft gasp from "her" told him nothing. Firm fingers that felt strange. 'They'll be wearinggloves too!' took his cock and guided it. Her pussyfelt slick and ready and he slid in with glorious ease. God! but that felt good! He grabbed her hips and slowly drove himself in until his belly was against those soft buttocks. She squirmed against him and he felt vagina walls clench and hold him. This was incredible! Mary? Pam's pussy had never milked at him quite like this. But wouldn't they both be trying to be different from themsleves?
Peter leaned over her and reached around finding breasts that swung heavily. Mary's or Pam's? He cupped them, weighed them, remembering Pam bent over their sink some weeks ago. These nipples were hard throughthe thin leather of the gloves. He squeezed, a littletoo hard. She squirmed against him doing beautifulthings to his buried cock. Big nipples, Pam sized nipples? Still unsure he began thrusting. A week sincehe'd last come, he couldn't last long he knew. He pretended that it was Mary. He'd pretend both girls were Mary. Mary the blonde, Mary who seldom bothered when her short skirts worked up, Mary whose bra always seemed too small, Mary who filled her clothes line with outrageous underwear. Let this be Mary ... let them both be Mary! Before Peter knew it he was breathing loudly through gritted teeth.
She suddenly squirmed away and his straining stiffness was out of her and it slapped loudly against his belly. He felt and heard the blind clumsiness in the darkness as the girls changed places in front of him,then the near silence, broken only by his heavybreathing. He reached out, there was another sweet ass for his hands.
Again he bent his cock down and again fingers guided him into hot wetness. 'Crazy!' he thought. He could feel no difference, was she tighter or softer, wetter or hotter? At least he'd been right, a guy couldn't tell! This time the arousal was awful in its intensity. The forced withdrawal of minutes ago and the knowledge that he was in a fresh pussy did incredible things to his chemistry. He stood, buried balls deep in her, feeling his thudding heart making its echo in his rigid penis. She, Pam or Mary? His hormone flushed brain finally decided they were both Mary.
Another spasming pussy was trying to spur him to action. He wanted to reach down and around to feel these breasts but his body was in no state for playing now. Incredible! He was going to come, just standing there, such was his arousal. He grabbed for her hips and in a few heartbeats slammed into her. Both kept their vow of silence and there was only rasping breath and slapping flesh. Her arousal must have matched his, they came as one. Spurt after spurt until he simply slammed against her one last time and clung there,motionless, savouring her contractions around his cock.
The room lightened through the blindfold for a few moments then Mike heard the door beside close behind Peter. The bathroom door across the bedroom then opened and closed. Whichever of the ladies had beenPeter's second partner had gone to clean up, or so he assumed. That was the way it had been planned he remembered. Mike was left alone for now with the'other one.' The sounds of the action, the knowledgeof what was to come had got him exquisitely aroused and he was very aware of the erection waving in front of him. A hand touched his arm and he wondered who she was. She found his hand and took it to her breast. Mary's breast? It felt like her, an aroused nipple, so easy to feel through the thin leather of the glove. Could she be as aroused as he was? He doubted that was possible. But she'd broken off her coupling with Peter before they could finish ... maybe she was as eager as he!
He stood behind her. Was it Pam or Mary now bent over the end of the bed? He bent down the throbbing thing that was his cock and eased himself forward. God but she was wet and hot and welcoming. The head of his cock nuzzled her, found the soft yield of her and he thrust into her. She gasped, a mix of delight and disbelief and perhaps, pain. He thrust further and her words, "Oh! Dear Sweet Jesus!!" told Mike who she was!
Pam was in no doubt either. Mary hadn't lied! Nervously desperate for the next inches, she bent over further, breasts pressing onto the bed, her ass perked high. Offering, begging for it. How big was he? She didn't care, just didn't care. She waited, pussy aquiver!
In the living room Peter poured himself the last of the wine,"Yessir, they're all the same!" and raised his glass in the direction of the bedroom.
Copyright 2003
Peter and Pam were young, not yet totalling fifty years. They were sweet and not a little naive.
Mike and Mary were ten or so years their senior. All four had a pleasant buzz on, enough food and rather too much wine with dinner. Friends and near neighbours, the monthly suppers and spirited discussions that followed had become a fairly regular, monthly event.
The supper dishes were washed. The four of them sat talking and laughing, each with a full glass. The subject moved, as so often happens, to sex. But for this quartet, it hadn't got quite so frank and open before. Blame it on the wine, maybe blame it on Peter's remark, "I don't really think a man can tell one woman from another with his eyes shut."
Mike agreed, simply to spark the girls the way he thought it might. Mary thought he was teasing but shot back, "You mean you can't recognise ME with your eyes closed!" She feigned anger and left it to Peter and Pam to run with the ball.
The argument went back and forth and of course it was Peter who took the conversation to the next level when he said, "I imagine it's the same with women, all men are the same." This last comment seemed to have stronger sexual implications and Pam and Mary exchanged glances that the menfolk missed.
A week earlier the two girls had had an evening together that had seen a lot of vodka and a little orange juice disappear. Mary had boasted of Mike's equipment and Pam had scoffed. Pam was quite certain all men were very much average and talk of 'big, bigger, biggest' was just silly boasting. Mary knew different and had just shrugged and smiled. A very happy smile but Pam had chosen to ignore it. But now the remark slid back into her mind. As she looked at Mary, the latter gave her a slow wink.
The glasses were refilled. The conversation bounded along with vigour, each party adding their thoughts on how to test this theory.
"They'd both need the same perfume," from Peter.
"Lights out and blindfolded," said Pam.
"Gloves too," this from Mary.
And so on and so on until suddenly they were on the brink of trying out all the ideas. But nobody seemed to want to be the one to actually commit them.
Another bottle was opened.
Suddenly Pam blurted, "Let's try, I'm game if you guys are!" She giggled and blushed.
Couples exchanged glances. Mary looked at Pam and Pam read that look as, 'Now young lady, you might find out for sure.'
Half an hour later the two girls were in Mike and Mary's bedroom, naked and freshly showered and laughing about their woolen mittens. They were wearing too much of some awful perfume Mary had got for Christmas from her mother. They blindfolded each other and turned out the lights. All they could do then was to sit side by side on the bed and wait forthe guys.
Peter and Mike had showered in the bathroom in the basement and now stood, feeling very self conscious, in the living room. It's an odd fact but true, that women feel a lot more comfortable naked in each other'spresennce than do men. But the wine had mellowed them and the prospect of the experiment was heady stuff for these two guys. Both wore the same cologne. Then they blindfolded themselves. They perhaps looked a little foolish, each wearing just a pair of Mike's gloves and the scarves around their heads.
"You ladies ready?" Peter called trying to sound more at ease than he felt.
A voice from the bedroom answered 'Yes!'
Mike called, "Ready or not here we come."
"Last door on the left Peter, follow me. Not too closely please." Mike felt his way slowly down the passageway to the bedroom.
They'd tossed a coin and Peter had won and had elected to be first. When they entered the bedroom Mike simply moved to the side and stood leaning against the wall, waiting. Peter went in after him and closed the door. The total darkness surprised him but ensured that he really couldn't see.
He advanced slowly into the room. His first contact was his bare hip against flesh. His gloved hands felt around and soon told him she was standing bent over with her back towards him. She must have been been resting her hands on the foot of the bed. Suddenly it hit him, here was Pam or maybe Mary bent over ready and waiting for him.
Peter had worried that he'd never get hard but the feel of that soft ass under his hands worked its clever magic and his cock reared into a very satisfactory erection.
They'd agreed that silence was essential if this experiment was to work. It was going to be difficult to do this in complete silence. He imagined them all sitting around after this was over, proving his theoryand wondering who'd done who. Would it really work out that way?
He caressed the ass in front of him. Pam? He thought so. It felt right but then, Mary and Pam were very similar in build. How could he really tell?
The gloves told him little save that the ass was soft and warm and sweetly rounded. The perfume was heavy and too sweet, no clue there. He wondered if Mary's pussy would really feel the same as Pam's and he bent his hardness down and slid it between the waitingthighs. A soft gasp from "her" told him nothing. Firm fingers that felt strange. 'They'll be wearinggloves too!' took his cock and guided it. Her pussyfelt slick and ready and he slid in with glorious ease. God! but that felt good! He grabbed her hips and slowly drove himself in until his belly was against those soft buttocks. She squirmed against him and he felt vagina walls clench and hold him. This was incredible! Mary? Pam's pussy had never milked at him quite like this. But wouldn't they both be trying to be different from themsleves?
Peter leaned over her and reached around finding breasts that swung heavily. Mary's or Pam's? He cupped them, weighed them, remembering Pam bent over their sink some weeks ago. These nipples were hard throughthe thin leather of the gloves. He squeezed, a littletoo hard. She squirmed against him doing beautifulthings to his buried cock. Big nipples, Pam sized nipples? Still unsure he began thrusting. A week sincehe'd last come, he couldn't last long he knew. He pretended that it was Mary. He'd pretend both girls were Mary. Mary the blonde, Mary who seldom bothered when her short skirts worked up, Mary whose bra always seemed too small, Mary who filled her clothes line with outrageous underwear. Let this be Mary ... let them both be Mary! Before Peter knew it he was breathing loudly through gritted teeth.
She suddenly squirmed away and his straining stiffness was out of her and it slapped loudly against his belly. He felt and heard the blind clumsiness in the darkness as the girls changed places in front of him,then the near silence, broken only by his heavybreathing. He reached out, there was another sweet ass for his hands.
Again he bent his cock down and again fingers guided him into hot wetness. 'Crazy!' he thought. He could feel no difference, was she tighter or softer, wetter or hotter? At least he'd been right, a guy couldn't tell! This time the arousal was awful in its intensity. The forced withdrawal of minutes ago and the knowledge that he was in a fresh pussy did incredible things to his chemistry. He stood, buried balls deep in her, feeling his thudding heart making its echo in his rigid penis. She, Pam or Mary? His hormone flushed brain finally decided they were both Mary.
Another spasming pussy was trying to spur him to action. He wanted to reach down and around to feel these breasts but his body was in no state for playing now. Incredible! He was going to come, just standing there, such was his arousal. He grabbed for her hips and in a few heartbeats slammed into her. Both kept their vow of silence and there was only rasping breath and slapping flesh. Her arousal must have matched his, they came as one. Spurt after spurt until he simply slammed against her one last time and clung there,motionless, savouring her contractions around his cock.
The room lightened through the blindfold for a few moments then Mike heard the door beside close behind Peter. The bathroom door across the bedroom then opened and closed. Whichever of the ladies had beenPeter's second partner had gone to clean up, or so he assumed. That was the way it had been planned he remembered. Mike was left alone for now with the'other one.' The sounds of the action, the knowledgeof what was to come had got him exquisitely aroused and he was very aware of the erection waving in front of him. A hand touched his arm and he wondered who she was. She found his hand and took it to her breast. Mary's breast? It felt like her, an aroused nipple, so easy to feel through the thin leather of the glove. Could she be as aroused as he was? He doubted that was possible. But she'd broken off her coupling with Peter before they could finish ... maybe she was as eager as he!
He stood behind her. Was it Pam or Mary now bent over the end of the bed? He bent down the throbbing thing that was his cock and eased himself forward. God but she was wet and hot and welcoming. The head of his cock nuzzled her, found the soft yield of her and he thrust into her. She gasped, a mix of delight and disbelief and perhaps, pain. He thrust further and her words, "Oh! Dear Sweet Jesus!!" told Mike who she was!
Pam was in no doubt either. Mary hadn't lied! Nervously desperate for the next inches, she bent over further, breasts pressing onto the bed, her ass perked high. Offering, begging for it. How big was he? She didn't care, just didn't care. She waited, pussy aquiver!
In the living room Peter poured himself the last of the wine,"Yessir, they're all the same!" and raised his glass in the direction of the bedroom.
"Who Needs a Thong?"
by Julius
copyright 2003
We shaved my girl curls and delighted in my naked, purr-soft pussy!
Thongs arrived to invade and subtly violate. Silken scraps to pretty my delta and tease between. Sweet on the swell of my nakedness. A girl can't get girlier!
One day he whispered, "I miss your fur!"
So did I.
Days of stubble, weeks of watching, will it never grow?
Back now, my lush bush is shampooed and combed, stroked and nuzzled.
A woman again, a score or more of idle thongs and just the breeze beneath my skirt.
Who needs a thong? I've grown my own.
copyright 2003
We shaved my girl curls and delighted in my naked, purr-soft pussy!
Thongs arrived to invade and subtly violate. Silken scraps to pretty my delta and tease between. Sweet on the swell of my nakedness. A girl can't get girlier!
One day he whispered, "I miss your fur!"
So did I.
Days of stubble, weeks of watching, will it never grow?
Back now, my lush bush is shampooed and combed, stroked and nuzzled.
A woman again, a score or more of idle thongs and just the breeze beneath my skirt.
Who needs a thong? I've grown my own.
"Tight, Tighter, Tightest"
by Julius
copyright 2003
(Perhaps my favourite story?)
They'd called it their 'sixth anniversary'. Six whole months since they'd met.
Kevin and Debra had been driving back from visiting her mother and, during the seemingly endless return trip, the conversation had turned to kinks.
"Tell me one of yours and I'll tell you one of mine," she'd said.
He'd hardly surprised her with his. "Just can't help it," he said, "I have this thing about tight clothing on the female form."
She thought it normal enough in a male. But he did seem to girl watch rather too keenly when he was with her. It was less than flattering to have him ogling other women to such a degree. 'After all,' she'd thought, 'I'm a cute little package myself.' She thought Kevin needed to focus a little more on her when they were out together. Maybe one of these days she should let him know how she felt? Punish him a little?
Debra found herself telling him that she loved wearing tight things, "Makes me feel so very feminine." As she was telling him just how good it did feel, 'the idea' came. An idea that developed into a plan on how to have a little fun AND teach her ogling significant other a lesson.
A week later, on a quiet Sunday afternoon, when their fancies lightly turned to thoughts of love, she jolted him with the words, "If you let me tie you up, maybe I'll surprise you."
Kevin had let her of course. He'd learned to like her little surprises. He found the idea very stimulating... tied up and helpless with Debra in control might be fun.
She led him to the basement and, with two of those plastic cable ties, had Kevin just the way she wanted him. She'd suggested he strip down to just his boxershorts. Debra was still in her jeans and blouse which seemed a little unfair to Kevin.
He stood with his back against the jackpost, his hands secured around it. Debra kissed him quickly on the lips and scampered upstairs with not a word.
She seemed to be gone a long time.
Debra finally reappeared wearing a bathrobe and Kevin happily wondered what, if anything, was underneath it. She'd tied her hair into two small ponytails above her ears. Kevin always thought this made her look very little-girlish. She'd applied bright red lipstick to her full lips and lots of blue eyeshadow. Somehow she seemed to lose ten years when she did this. It always turned him on because she looked somewhere in her mid-teens. He called it her 'jail-bait' look.
Standing directly in front of him she slowly opened the robe. The look on his face made her heart bounce.
Kevin stared. His Debra had just the figure for underwear! She was deliciously too big for what she wore. Just a pink bra and pink panties. The words 'tight' and 'brief' didn't begin to describe them. He imagined that she must have had quite a struggle getting into both. He felt himself hardening as he gazed.
She'd shopped carefully for the two garments, choosing what she thought would look best and then deliberately buying them too small. They were tight! She wouldn't say uncomfortable, although maybe they were. As she'd told Kevin, she loved tight clothing. The confining feel of both bra and panties was wonderful. She glanced at his crotch. Oh yes!! It was working on him. 'I'll teach you to like OTHER girls in tight clothes!' she thought.
The thin silkiness of the bra cups looked like a coat of paint on the swells of her breasts. The skimpy straps over her shoulders cut into her softness. His eyes were drawn south!
The panties! They covered her mound but only just. Had she shaved herself he wondered? There was not a wisp of hair showing from the sides. Debra had had her lovely blonde bush up until last week! The fabric of the panties clung to the plump contours of her pussy. Her cleft showed plainly, almost as a crease. Kevin's erection had caught somehow in his boxers and he looked down to see himself jutting out, impossibly far. He squirmed trying to release his trapped cock.It was very uncomfortable damn it, straining to be straight!
"You like the outfit?" she asked, staring at the tent that was his manhood as if asking his penis the question. "Poor little guy's all caught up," she added, looking up at him and smiling.
She stood close to him and her perfume was in his nostrils. His cock seemed to harden more as she moved closer and closer, until her breasts in their straining cups brushed against his bare chest. Her belly pressed gently against his increasing stiffness."Like my outfit?" she asked again in a throaty whisper.
"Love it, love it!" he told her. She stepped away then and slowly turned giving him the back view. She was delighted when he groaned softly.
She was the sweetest, sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The panties, brief and hi-cut, only half covered her buttocks, cutting into the soft roundness of her ass. She stood with her feet apart and then bent to touch the floor with her finger tips. The swell of her mound was plainly visible between her legs. Debra's offered ass was round and soft and the tiny panties seemed far too small. He wondered how she could wear anything so tight. He squirmed and his cock freed itself to lie vertically against his belly, a proud ridge up the front of the shorts. Oh but that ass of hers was irresistible. She straightened and turned, her eyes on his erection. Debra smiled and licked her lips.
She came and knelt in front of him and reached for thewaistband of his shorts and began pulling them down. Kevin watched as she exposed the dark, red head of his cock, its little slit gaped and seemed to look back at him.
Looking down like that into her skimpy bra he wondered how it managed to contain the heavy breasts. The thin straps, the few stitches at each join, the press ofthe flesh against the thin fabric of the cups. 'Verily, her cups runneth over!' dear God! He was hard!
She drew the shorts down and down and his beautiful cock waved free, just inches from her face. For the first time Debra felt her body's hunger threaten the little scene she had planned. She wanted to press her face against the underside of the beautiful thing, feel the press of his pubic hair, his balls against her lips.
Debra got to her feet and walked over to his workbench. He marvelled at the twitch and wiggle of her sweet ass. The full swell of her buttocks, the two dimples where the valley of her spine flared into softflesh, the creases where ass became thigh. She picked something up and turned to walk back. Her breasts jostled and bounced in the bra. For the first time he noticed her nipples, they were proud now. Debra's nibbleable nipples!
She had a bungee hung round her neck. One of those he'd used to strap stuff on the back of his now-sold Honda. The hooks dangled level with her breasts.
"Kevin likes girls in tight things doesn't he?"
He nodded and swallowed and wondered what was next.
Debra turned away again and reached for the bungee hooks and pulled one down and hooked it under the side of her panties. Then she pulled the other down and did the same on the other side. When she let go of the hooks Debra gasped as the crotch of the panties grabbed at her. On either side of her the panties werepulled up almost level with her bra. The tightness between her legs! Oh God! Oh yes!! Deliciously tight!
Kevin squirmed as he imagined the crotch of the panties at the junction of Debra's sweet thighs.
She walked slowly away from him again, exaggerating the movements of her hips. The panties began working their way across her buttocks and into the cleavage of her ass. It was the wickedest sensation imaginable, like being violated. Deeper and tighter, tighter at the back, tighter at the front, ever tighter. Everystep was a teasing thrill, her panty crotch was making beautiful love to her pussy! She wondered how it must look.
Kevin had only ever imagined something like this. His mind flicked back and forth between the mental image of what must be happening between Debra's legs and thevisual one of her panties seeming to disappear into her body. Damn it! He was so aroused he couldn't keep still. She turned and began wiggling her way back to him. Oh God! She hadn't shaved herself completely after all! Just trimmed to the bikini line. Now her straining panties divided her pussy and a small bush of her blonde curls showed defiantly from either side."For God's sake Debra!" he exclaimed.
"Yes my love?" she said, pretending to wonder what was bothering him.
"You're killing me!" he said very quietly.
She smiled one of her little-girl smiles. She clamped her thighs tightly together and giggled, "I think I'mkilling me too!" She cocked her hips first one way and then the other, "This is for you my Kevin. You like girls in tight clothes don't you?" She made an open-arms-look-at-me gesture. "And I like wearing tight clothing," she repeated the gesture, "so this isperfect for us both."
Each time she'd thrown her arms wide the bungee had seemed to pull the panties up tighter. 'How can she bear that?' he wondered. Oh but his cock was aching with desire. He wished he could touch himself. "Please untie me Debra."
She shook her head and looked down at his cock, "Oh my! Look, he's drooling. I wonder why."
He looked down. Yes, his cock was drooling, as she put it. Kevin watched a perfect, tiny, glistening jewel of precum as it slid off the head of his cock and slid down. Another began to form, welling up out of the tiny slit in his cock head.
She bent and very, very, gently licked the end of his cock, scooping the glistening droplet with the tip of her tongue. To her delight his cock twitched violentlyand his whole body jerked as if an electric charge had gone through him.
Debra loved the sweet taste of him. She straightened and let him watch as she slowly licked her lips with a pink tongue tip. Debra wasn't as cool and collected as she was pretending. She felt the glow spreading through her, across her chest and that insistent heat in the pit of her stomach.
Her breasts jostled in her little bra with every movement she made. Why they didn't pop out was beyond him. Her nipples were very obvious now, poking proudly against the thin nylon.
The action of the panties between her legs was driving her wild as they seemed to find and torment every nerve ending.
"I can't take much more of this," said Kevin, his voice just a croak.
"Not too much longer my sweet, girl-ogling Kevin," she said. "I think you should focus more on little Debra." She slid a hand down over her belly and forced it down into her panties. "Now, did you ever see anything as tight as this? Tighter, tighter my love." She thrust her fingers further under, finding heat and wetness.
Kevin couldn't believe how affected he was by what she did next. Her nipples were so plain to see, trying to stand erect while the tight fabric tried to keep them flat. Now Debra began to slowly scratch across her nipples through the bra. He could actually hear her nails on the nylon. She stood, eyes closed, slowly raking across the jutting, little, nylon-covered bulges. Rubbing her knees together and biting her lip. Her arousal showed in her every action. He looked down, his cock head was still leaking - 'drooling' she'd said. That's what it was doing, drooling, as if it could see her. His erection was an aching, insistant presence. He needed release so badly now that he thought he'd go mad.
Debra's arousal was every bit as great as Kevin imagined. Her nails on her nipples were sending messages to her pussy. That tortured pussy was about to betray her. She seemed to be trembling all over.Unable to help herself she sank onto the cold, bare concrete. The crotch of her panties cut into her and this time she did cry out. It hurt but it was a beautiful hurt, oh God, they were tight! She sprawled at Kevin's feet and her hands went to her pussy. Her fingers found her clit. With desperate urgency she began pleasuring herself through the wet nylon.
Kevin watched fascinated. He wanted to help her, join her, get into her with his straining cock. He watched her writhing on the floor at his feet and found himself squirming too, his cock waving, futilely seeking the touch, the caress that would trigger the release of the awful pressure inside him.
Finally she came, sobbing and struggling on the floor. Her eyes were fixed on his, her hand trapped between her thighs as she humped through her climax, then her seemingly endless spasms as she went through the aftershocks.
She lay still at last, fighting for breath.
Kevin thought he'd lose his mind! The need was awful. He longed for her, desperate to reach this unreachable climax. He'd have done anything to get his hands on his cock. His whole being seemed focused on his erection. The thought of plunging himself into her!! Nothing else mattered and he was ready to plead, beg, anything. Horny? He'd never imagined it was possible to feel or endure this level of arousal.
Eventually her heart and lungs fought back to normal and she struggled to her knees, reaching for him. Her hand wrapped around his cock and gently squeezed. Intended as a loving gesture, it was all Kevin needed to trigger him. He sobbed, crouched over and just came! His whole body seemed to spasm as his juices spurted. He came and came, helplessly. Near perfect white arcs, pumped from his cock, pumped as if from as ecret heart between his thighs. Four times, from him to her. Her face, her breasts. Then, gently diminishing spills and Kevin was done, spent. Finally that mix of utter joy and gentle sadness that always follows!
"See what happens when you watch girls in tight clothes?" she whispered.
Debra began planning how to make it up to him that evening.
Kevin? Kevin was thinking about what to do to that tortured, torturing pussy in those wicked panties. First he must help it escape.
It would be quite an evening!
copyright 2003
(Perhaps my favourite story?)
They'd called it their 'sixth anniversary'. Six whole months since they'd met.
Kevin and Debra had been driving back from visiting her mother and, during the seemingly endless return trip, the conversation had turned to kinks.
"Tell me one of yours and I'll tell you one of mine," she'd said.
He'd hardly surprised her with his. "Just can't help it," he said, "I have this thing about tight clothing on the female form."
She thought it normal enough in a male. But he did seem to girl watch rather too keenly when he was with her. It was less than flattering to have him ogling other women to such a degree. 'After all,' she'd thought, 'I'm a cute little package myself.' She thought Kevin needed to focus a little more on her when they were out together. Maybe one of these days she should let him know how she felt? Punish him a little?
Debra found herself telling him that she loved wearing tight things, "Makes me feel so very feminine." As she was telling him just how good it did feel, 'the idea' came. An idea that developed into a plan on how to have a little fun AND teach her ogling significant other a lesson.
A week later, on a quiet Sunday afternoon, when their fancies lightly turned to thoughts of love, she jolted him with the words, "If you let me tie you up, maybe I'll surprise you."
Kevin had let her of course. He'd learned to like her little surprises. He found the idea very stimulating... tied up and helpless with Debra in control might be fun.
She led him to the basement and, with two of those plastic cable ties, had Kevin just the way she wanted him. She'd suggested he strip down to just his boxershorts. Debra was still in her jeans and blouse which seemed a little unfair to Kevin.
He stood with his back against the jackpost, his hands secured around it. Debra kissed him quickly on the lips and scampered upstairs with not a word.
She seemed to be gone a long time.
Debra finally reappeared wearing a bathrobe and Kevin happily wondered what, if anything, was underneath it. She'd tied her hair into two small ponytails above her ears. Kevin always thought this made her look very little-girlish. She'd applied bright red lipstick to her full lips and lots of blue eyeshadow. Somehow she seemed to lose ten years when she did this. It always turned him on because she looked somewhere in her mid-teens. He called it her 'jail-bait' look.
Standing directly in front of him she slowly opened the robe. The look on his face made her heart bounce.
Kevin stared. His Debra had just the figure for underwear! She was deliciously too big for what she wore. Just a pink bra and pink panties. The words 'tight' and 'brief' didn't begin to describe them. He imagined that she must have had quite a struggle getting into both. He felt himself hardening as he gazed.
She'd shopped carefully for the two garments, choosing what she thought would look best and then deliberately buying them too small. They were tight! She wouldn't say uncomfortable, although maybe they were. As she'd told Kevin, she loved tight clothing. The confining feel of both bra and panties was wonderful. She glanced at his crotch. Oh yes!! It was working on him. 'I'll teach you to like OTHER girls in tight clothes!' she thought.
The thin silkiness of the bra cups looked like a coat of paint on the swells of her breasts. The skimpy straps over her shoulders cut into her softness. His eyes were drawn south!
The panties! They covered her mound but only just. Had she shaved herself he wondered? There was not a wisp of hair showing from the sides. Debra had had her lovely blonde bush up until last week! The fabric of the panties clung to the plump contours of her pussy. Her cleft showed plainly, almost as a crease. Kevin's erection had caught somehow in his boxers and he looked down to see himself jutting out, impossibly far. He squirmed trying to release his trapped cock.It was very uncomfortable damn it, straining to be straight!
"You like the outfit?" she asked, staring at the tent that was his manhood as if asking his penis the question. "Poor little guy's all caught up," she added, looking up at him and smiling.
She stood close to him and her perfume was in his nostrils. His cock seemed to harden more as she moved closer and closer, until her breasts in their straining cups brushed against his bare chest. Her belly pressed gently against his increasing stiffness."Like my outfit?" she asked again in a throaty whisper.
"Love it, love it!" he told her. She stepped away then and slowly turned giving him the back view. She was delighted when he groaned softly.
She was the sweetest, sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The panties, brief and hi-cut, only half covered her buttocks, cutting into the soft roundness of her ass. She stood with her feet apart and then bent to touch the floor with her finger tips. The swell of her mound was plainly visible between her legs. Debra's offered ass was round and soft and the tiny panties seemed far too small. He wondered how she could wear anything so tight. He squirmed and his cock freed itself to lie vertically against his belly, a proud ridge up the front of the shorts. Oh but that ass of hers was irresistible. She straightened and turned, her eyes on his erection. Debra smiled and licked her lips.
She came and knelt in front of him and reached for thewaistband of his shorts and began pulling them down. Kevin watched as she exposed the dark, red head of his cock, its little slit gaped and seemed to look back at him.
Looking down like that into her skimpy bra he wondered how it managed to contain the heavy breasts. The thin straps, the few stitches at each join, the press ofthe flesh against the thin fabric of the cups. 'Verily, her cups runneth over!' dear God! He was hard!
She drew the shorts down and down and his beautiful cock waved free, just inches from her face. For the first time Debra felt her body's hunger threaten the little scene she had planned. She wanted to press her face against the underside of the beautiful thing, feel the press of his pubic hair, his balls against her lips.
Debra got to her feet and walked over to his workbench. He marvelled at the twitch and wiggle of her sweet ass. The full swell of her buttocks, the two dimples where the valley of her spine flared into softflesh, the creases where ass became thigh. She picked something up and turned to walk back. Her breasts jostled and bounced in the bra. For the first time he noticed her nipples, they were proud now. Debra's nibbleable nipples!
She had a bungee hung round her neck. One of those he'd used to strap stuff on the back of his now-sold Honda. The hooks dangled level with her breasts.
"Kevin likes girls in tight things doesn't he?"
He nodded and swallowed and wondered what was next.
Debra turned away again and reached for the bungee hooks and pulled one down and hooked it under the side of her panties. Then she pulled the other down and did the same on the other side. When she let go of the hooks Debra gasped as the crotch of the panties grabbed at her. On either side of her the panties werepulled up almost level with her bra. The tightness between her legs! Oh God! Oh yes!! Deliciously tight!
Kevin squirmed as he imagined the crotch of the panties at the junction of Debra's sweet thighs.
She walked slowly away from him again, exaggerating the movements of her hips. The panties began working their way across her buttocks and into the cleavage of her ass. It was the wickedest sensation imaginable, like being violated. Deeper and tighter, tighter at the back, tighter at the front, ever tighter. Everystep was a teasing thrill, her panty crotch was making beautiful love to her pussy! She wondered how it must look.
Kevin had only ever imagined something like this. His mind flicked back and forth between the mental image of what must be happening between Debra's legs and thevisual one of her panties seeming to disappear into her body. Damn it! He was so aroused he couldn't keep still. She turned and began wiggling her way back to him. Oh God! She hadn't shaved herself completely after all! Just trimmed to the bikini line. Now her straining panties divided her pussy and a small bush of her blonde curls showed defiantly from either side."For God's sake Debra!" he exclaimed.
"Yes my love?" she said, pretending to wonder what was bothering him.
"You're killing me!" he said very quietly.
She smiled one of her little-girl smiles. She clamped her thighs tightly together and giggled, "I think I'mkilling me too!" She cocked her hips first one way and then the other, "This is for you my Kevin. You like girls in tight clothes don't you?" She made an open-arms-look-at-me gesture. "And I like wearing tight clothing," she repeated the gesture, "so this isperfect for us both."
Each time she'd thrown her arms wide the bungee had seemed to pull the panties up tighter. 'How can she bear that?' he wondered. Oh but his cock was aching with desire. He wished he could touch himself. "Please untie me Debra."
She shook her head and looked down at his cock, "Oh my! Look, he's drooling. I wonder why."
He looked down. Yes, his cock was drooling, as she put it. Kevin watched a perfect, tiny, glistening jewel of precum as it slid off the head of his cock and slid down. Another began to form, welling up out of the tiny slit in his cock head.
She bent and very, very, gently licked the end of his cock, scooping the glistening droplet with the tip of her tongue. To her delight his cock twitched violentlyand his whole body jerked as if an electric charge had gone through him.
Debra loved the sweet taste of him. She straightened and let him watch as she slowly licked her lips with a pink tongue tip. Debra wasn't as cool and collected as she was pretending. She felt the glow spreading through her, across her chest and that insistent heat in the pit of her stomach.
Her breasts jostled in her little bra with every movement she made. Why they didn't pop out was beyond him. Her nipples were very obvious now, poking proudly against the thin nylon.
The action of the panties between her legs was driving her wild as they seemed to find and torment every nerve ending.
"I can't take much more of this," said Kevin, his voice just a croak.
"Not too much longer my sweet, girl-ogling Kevin," she said. "I think you should focus more on little Debra." She slid a hand down over her belly and forced it down into her panties. "Now, did you ever see anything as tight as this? Tighter, tighter my love." She thrust her fingers further under, finding heat and wetness.
Kevin couldn't believe how affected he was by what she did next. Her nipples were so plain to see, trying to stand erect while the tight fabric tried to keep them flat. Now Debra began to slowly scratch across her nipples through the bra. He could actually hear her nails on the nylon. She stood, eyes closed, slowly raking across the jutting, little, nylon-covered bulges. Rubbing her knees together and biting her lip. Her arousal showed in her every action. He looked down, his cock head was still leaking - 'drooling' she'd said. That's what it was doing, drooling, as if it could see her. His erection was an aching, insistant presence. He needed release so badly now that he thought he'd go mad.
Debra's arousal was every bit as great as Kevin imagined. Her nails on her nipples were sending messages to her pussy. That tortured pussy was about to betray her. She seemed to be trembling all over.Unable to help herself she sank onto the cold, bare concrete. The crotch of her panties cut into her and this time she did cry out. It hurt but it was a beautiful hurt, oh God, they were tight! She sprawled at Kevin's feet and her hands went to her pussy. Her fingers found her clit. With desperate urgency she began pleasuring herself through the wet nylon.
Kevin watched fascinated. He wanted to help her, join her, get into her with his straining cock. He watched her writhing on the floor at his feet and found himself squirming too, his cock waving, futilely seeking the touch, the caress that would trigger the release of the awful pressure inside him.
Finally she came, sobbing and struggling on the floor. Her eyes were fixed on his, her hand trapped between her thighs as she humped through her climax, then her seemingly endless spasms as she went through the aftershocks.
She lay still at last, fighting for breath.
Kevin thought he'd lose his mind! The need was awful. He longed for her, desperate to reach this unreachable climax. He'd have done anything to get his hands on his cock. His whole being seemed focused on his erection. The thought of plunging himself into her!! Nothing else mattered and he was ready to plead, beg, anything. Horny? He'd never imagined it was possible to feel or endure this level of arousal.
Eventually her heart and lungs fought back to normal and she struggled to her knees, reaching for him. Her hand wrapped around his cock and gently squeezed. Intended as a loving gesture, it was all Kevin needed to trigger him. He sobbed, crouched over and just came! His whole body seemed to spasm as his juices spurted. He came and came, helplessly. Near perfect white arcs, pumped from his cock, pumped as if from as ecret heart between his thighs. Four times, from him to her. Her face, her breasts. Then, gently diminishing spills and Kevin was done, spent. Finally that mix of utter joy and gentle sadness that always follows!
"See what happens when you watch girls in tight clothes?" she whispered.
Debra began planning how to make it up to him that evening.
Kevin? Kevin was thinking about what to do to that tortured, torturing pussy in those wicked panties. First he must help it escape.
It would be quite an evening!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
"A New Record Today?"
(a 100 word flasher)
by Julius
copyright 2003
Tabitha slid it in, switched it to high, "Oh my God!"she gasped.
She pulled her panties up, the bending and straightening a sweet, internal torture.
The elevator and crossing the lobby; unendurable with IT going crazy inside her!
"Stop! Stop!" her whole body screamed with each step. Unbearable, she loved, died every moment.
'Start walking Tabitha,'
two lamposts,
three,
four,
she clutched at the fifth and clamped her thighs in muscle-cramping desperation, her buttocks bunched ...she came in silent, panty-soaking ecstacy ...
... Tabitha woke sobbing. Sunday again! She reached for her glistening, silicone lover ... six lamposts this week!
by Julius
copyright 2003
Tabitha slid it in, switched it to high, "Oh my God!"she gasped.
She pulled her panties up, the bending and straightening a sweet, internal torture.
The elevator and crossing the lobby; unendurable with IT going crazy inside her!
"Stop! Stop!" her whole body screamed with each step. Unbearable, she loved, died every moment.
'Start walking Tabitha,'
two lamposts,
three,
four,
she clutched at the fifth and clamped her thighs in muscle-cramping desperation, her buttocks bunched ...she came in silent, panty-soaking ecstacy ...
... Tabitha woke sobbing. Sunday again! She reached for her glistening, silicone lover ... six lamposts this week!
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