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College Days by Greg

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Amy’s Craving For Cocks – Episodes 1 & 2

Young Amy and her friend spend “after school hours” looking at porn, but especially guys cocks. In episode 1 her brother is talked into adding to her collection and then in Episode 2 her friend Lilly comes home to be surprised by her sibling as well.

Wishes do come true… part 2

This is a shorter chapter than the first because plot) After realizing his power and a few interactions, David falls asleep to only reawaken not in his bed.

My Cousin Jane (Revised)

Hey guys the account I used to upload the first story some how won’t let me back in. I will be uploading on this account and the other will stay dormant as proof. I apologize for the inconvienience.
Hi my name is John I’m 20 years old, and this is my story about my sexual adventures. I want to take the time to tell you guys that this was my first experience. There is a back story to this and it is well worth the read.
“Harder!” she screamed. I happily complied, and started to pound my cock in and out of her. “I’m almost there.” she said to me “I’m cumming!” she moaned. She climaxed her pussy tightly gripped my cock and after a few seconds I came. We both collapsed, Jane fell asleep but I didn’t I just laid there with my hands on the back of my head smiling. Seeing my cock deflate as all my blood rushed back to my head. I look at the hickies on my abbs that she gave me.
It wasn’t always like this, I really never thought I had it in me to sleep with my cousin. I thought I had lost my chance at it. Let me take you back to when I was 12 in 7th grade my cousin Jane had never really caught my attention in the slightest due to the fact that she was 2 years younger than me. That all changed in the summer before I went into 8th grade when we were all “sliding on a slip in slide”. We were all having fun so much fun that we didn’t notice the soap ran out and Jane slid on the slip in slide and when she got up her top was down. I got to see all of her breast. She was so embarrassed, he sister had to calm her down. I knew I shouldn’t have thought about her breast like that but they were my first pair that I had ever seen, and they were exceptional. I knew I shouldn’t have thought of her like that but she was one of those girls that developed fast and when I say fast I mean that she rivaled most of the girls in my grade. So everything went back to normal after that. Except for me I was jacking off everyday to the thought of her tits. That went on for about 3 years until I got a very special Christmas present from her…
It was Christmas eve and we were the type of family to stay up till 12 am so we could open our presents so we would choose a house and we would all go over and stay up till 12 and have a party. Well this time it was at my aunt Jenny’s house (Jane’s mom) I decided to go over earlier to see if they needed help. Turned out that my aunt was on her way out to pick something up from another aunt who lived across town with my other cousin Danielle. So it was just me and my cousin Jane. When they left she came out and said to me “Dang now I gotta go change inside my room. I was going to change out here.” Out of nowhere I blurted out “Why? No one is stopping you.” She then gave me a seductive grin and said “You’re right” and walked up to me in front of the couch and took off her shirt. I was in awe they had grown so much from the last time. She turned around and asked “Can you un do my bra?” I happily obliged. She turned around and let the bra fall off and I got so see her breast. She then unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. There she was with just panties on she stepped back and took them off. “You like it? Not a single strand of hair. I shaved it all off.” All I could do was just nod. She then flung her panties at me and hit me in the face with them. She then walked up to me and kneeled down and felt on my throbbing dick in my pants she unzipped my pants and pulled my pants and boxers off so that I just had my shirt on and my dick was just inches away from her. (Now I’m not going to lie to you guys it was like 4 inches long but it’s just because I was 15 stick around and you’ll see how big it really got.) She grabbed my shaft and started to slowly pump up and down. Her eyes locked on mines only to break when she took me into her mouth. Her tongue licking the back of my head while she sucked. I was in heaven. I then pushed her head deeper so she would take my whole dick in her mouth. After about 2 more minutes of that I said “Jane I’m going to cum” I knew she heard me but I asked her “Where do you wanted it?” She then said “It doesn’t matter” With that being said I grabbed her head and shoved it in and out a couple times until I came in her mouth. I let my head fall back after the most intense orgasm of my life. I hear her swallow my cum and I look up at her and smile. She does the same and gets up and starts walking away. I say “Wait! You don’t want the favor returned?” She comes back and whispers in my ear “Tis the season of giving”and walked over, grabbed her clothes and went to take a shower.
There’s more, please let me know if I should continue or just quite my writing altogether aha.
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Love for the Game

My childhood was a constant struggle of up and downs, being anything but ordinary. Never meeting my father who had left my mother and I, and my mother who was my whole world, died of cancer when I was only five years old. At the age of five, with nobody willing to take me into their homes, I was put into the system and was placed in a foster home. Moving into a a overly average 5000 square foot house that was secluded from others, occupied by a married couple and a daughter a year younger than me, I began my life in the city of Benham, Kentucky where the population barely exceeded 530.
Rick, my foster dad, a retired professional basketball player, was now the varsity basketball coach for the local high school team. Since he wasn’t blessed with a son, he ingrained in me the fundamentals of basketball. Teaching me how to dribble, perform a correct jump-shot, and maintaining a formidable defense. After many years of training, playing on a wide-range of teams, and traveling to many major cities for training camps,I began to sneak upon my freshman year where I attend the high school my foster dad coached.
The next year, I was a freshman, matriculating into the same high school my foster father both taught and coached at. By now I had hit my growth spurt and stood at six foot six and weighed approxiametely two hundred and ten pounds. It was prominent, as the son of the coach and hardcore training over many years, I would be playing basketball. Coaching twenty years at a perrenial losing school and obtaining two potientallly star quality players , my foster dad began to develop and new system for the varsity team. Since I wasn’t going to be playing any games my freshman year, Rick put me on a rigid weight lifting program and provided me with the essential supplements for my success. Not seeing any playing time my freshman year, I focused my attention on lifting weights, and if I was not working on fundamentals in basketball, I was spending every free moment in the weight room and using the weights to help me build more muscle. Initially my weight had dropped to a low of one hundred ninety pounds, but it slowly came back. By time freshman year was ending, I was back to my normal two hundred ten pounds, but now very little fat was visible on my body. I was bigger, leaner , and much quicker after just a year of being in the program. During the summer that year, My dad had paid for me to go join a summer basketball camp at University of Kentucky. Being a former University of Kentucky student athlete graduate, my dad had many colleagues and buddies who coached or were trainers for the sports teams. There I met a old college buddy of my father, who had played basketball with him and there I began my workout. Rick already had plans that as a sophomore, I would start at the small forward position along with the other guy, Blake, the point guard, the other potential star that came into the high school with me.
By time my sophomore year rolled around, people began taking notice on me. Girls who had once never looked towards my direction, were now taking second, longer looks and often smiling at me. I walked past my foster sister, Emily, and her friends and overheard one of her friends mentioning how muscular and hot I became. As nice as it was to receive attention i had not had before, my main focus was basketball and I had to remove those thoughts from my mind. After many workouts during the next couple of months, not to much longer the winter season came around and along with it came basketball season. Not really worried about not making varsity since I made it last year, I still worked to the extreme extent just in case they got a couple of decent recruits or transfer students. Everyday after practice, I would make my way to a newly built, secluded health club called Fitness and finesse. My first day there I was shocked to see , Blake, our starting point guard, there working out by himself. Seeing as we were teammates I offered to workout with him and ever since we had been working out together both in the club’s basketball court and weight room, developing good chemistry with each other.
Even though I tried to be oblivious to my surroundings if it was not related to basketball, but no matter how hard I tried I always seem my eyes always seemed to fixate themselves on Cara, one of Emily’s friends, and a competitor with Emily for prettiest girl in our year. She was in all of my classes this year and although we did not talk often, she still sat beside me in some of my classes. Saying she was beautiful would be an understatement. She stood close to six foot two and was the co-captain of both the varsity basketball and varsity volleyball team. She had an amazingly fit, enticing athletic body for a modest sixteen year old. Her facial features were a sight to behold, she could have put any famous super model to shame, her golden skin smooth, her large deep cool gray eyes, and dirty blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulders.
Around this time, we were having a hardcore practice a week before our first game and then injuries began to play games with me. When I was going to collect a rebound, I landed awkwardly and later found out I had rolled my ankle. This injury put me in a ankle brace for about eight weeks, and would end my sophomore season before it even started. Since he wanted me healthy for the next year, Rick had me sit and heal for the whole year. Since my injury, I had been working out light to maintain my body build and not let any muscle turn into fat. By the end of my sophomore year I had grown to six foot eight.
Early next year, Rick stepped into my room. He wore his stern “coach” face, and I knew this would be one of his many famous coach speeches. He sat at the edge of the bed and pondered about what to say.
“Son I want you to know, in order for this team to win more games, we need you on the court and healthy. Blake can’t play every team by himself he needs help from another star,” he explained.
“I understand, I’ll do my best,” I replied.
Since my injury had healed, once again I was back on my regiment training program at the health club, working on the fundamentals and weight lifting with Blake. I was going into my junior season and since I had sat out my freshman year and was injured during my sophomore year, I was determined to make a my debut this year. As of right now, I was now six foot eight, and two hundred twenty pounds. Since football season was coming to an end, we still had a month until our season started so we had work outs everyday after school from two to four. After three weeks of work outs, my verticle, speed, size , and basketball IQ were the talk of the school. Going one on one with our centers, small forwards, and power forwards, I dominated them all with ease, including the seniors. It came to the attention of a reporter who worked at UKP, a local news station, who was in charge of the sports section. Coming by the house, we had an thirty minute interview that was showed on the Friday night sports segment on UKP. Coming back from the weekend break, I was a celebrity at school, getting high-fives, chest bumps, and many jokes on my half of being nervous during my interview.
As a junior, my school was tried their best to put into our heads about our future, so I took an AP class on account of “preparation”. I grabbed a seat in the back hoping to keep myself out of view. I was a extremely good student, rarely having to study since I was blessed with the gift of a photographic memory. By now I was now the talk of the school, and as the local news station described me, the savior grace of Blaine High and the best player that the school has had since its first days. I had never dated any girls from school, in fact I barely had the time for anything social the only person I really associated with was Blake. But sitting next to me was the basketball,volleyball all-star was Cara. She was a girl in the “in-crowd” along with my foster sister , Emily, who seemed to be the center of attention and dictated how the school was ran. I had only spoken to her a few times when she would spend a night with Emily,but it we only exchanged a greeting and an occasional conversation about basketball. As she sat down next to me, I couldn’t help but glance at her, only to be caught by her and recieved a angelic smile. It began difficult to focus in class, as my mind began to wonder. Soon the bell rang and I was off to workouts.
After another month of school, our football team won the state championship as they were lead to victory by our quarterback,Phil Micheals, who was a top college prospect. Now we we upon the arrival of the basketball season. On Friday, the season started against our town rivals and past state champions, Winchester High. They were a highly skilled and depended heavly on their championship defense, led by their seven foot star center, Joe Edwards. This would be my first game as a starter, I had been waiting for this debut for the past three years. By time I was on the court, I silenced everything from my mind, but Blake and the sound of the ball dribbling. My goal was to score, get into their heads, and shut down Joe. It was only the half time, but we had a 41-39 lead on the State Champions. With my ability to score, the elite, precision passes and driving skills by Blake, we had them on their heels wondering how we had gotten so good. Coach had me and Blake sit out the third quarter to rest and I had to watch as Joe and his team turned the tides and took a 62-43 lead going into the fourth quarter. Coming back into the game in the fourth quarter, me and Blake’s chemistry exploded as we were throwing alley oops, behind the back passes, and set each other for three-point shots. Much to the chagrin of Winchester, they watched as their lead diminished from 62-43 to 65-63. Only making a three pointer off a bad defense play that left their shooting guard wide open. With 10 seconds left in the fourth quarter, the ball was back in my hands and I was at the the top of the key with their small forward guarding me. 10,9,8,7,6, I hit a quick double crossover on him easily getting past him, and spun on the incoming defender trying to help his teammate. 5,4,3,2,1. With the clock dwindling down on my way to the lane to make this game go into OT, I came face to face with Joe, who stood ready to block me at all cost, the star players going head to head. Coming to a stop, I pumped a jumpshot that got Joe into the air, and leaning into him, I through up a shot that miraculously went in, and earned a free shot as Joe was called for the foul. The crowd was silent as I stood at the line. Growing up, Rick told me free throws decide a game, so I was often practicing them. Bouncing the ball three times, flipping the ball in the palm of my hand, I bent my knees and let the ball soar towards the basket and watched as it hit the back of the net and signaled our victory. The crowd erupted into a deafening sign of applause and cheers as we took the win from the State Champions. I earned a few high fives from the guys, a fist bump from Blake, and a rare smile from Rick.
We were off on the right track. I had a decent game finishing with a double-double with twenty-six points, 10 rebounds, a block, and three steals. The newstation was kind to me the next day, calling me Saint Jay, the man who let his hand show his team the way to victory over the state champs. I stayed home on Sunday to rest and invited Blake over for some video games. The next day at school, I recieved applaused in my classes. Cara turned to me in class and congratulated me on a great game and told me she had enjoyed watching me play. Giving her a small nod, I thanked her.
We won our next four games by large margins, The teams were seeing a whole new Blaine basketball team that was dominating anybody they played. I continued to average a double-double with twenty plus points and ten plus rebounds per game. I was just getting home from the health club when Emily walked into my room.
“Someone I know has been talking about you lately and is often hinting that she wants you to ask her out,” Emily told me.
“Really? Someone told you about me?” I asked.
“Uh-huh, you interested in a date?” she asked a smile forming on her lips.
“Depends, who is she?”
“Well she’s very pretty, smart athletic, my friend and really likes you.” She replied ” She sits next to you in your AP World History class.”
“Cara?” I asked a little too eagerly.
“Bingo!” she smiled widely.
I looked at Emily like she was crazy. I didn’t really believe her because she would often try to play tricks on me so I quickly found out not to apprehend what she tells me. She went on to tell me, that Cara had wondered why I never spoke to her, was it because I already had a girlfriend. Knowing me to be oblivious to anything but basketball, Cara told her no , that my mind was just on basketball.
I thought about it the next couple of days, but my mind was on our back to back games on Thursday and Friday night. We played and beat a easy team on Thursday, but tonight we played against the runner ups of last year’s state championship, a certain playoff contender. This was of course another must win game to help boost our morale. My mind was completely focused on the game.
“Hey Devon, what are you doing after the game?” Cara asked approaching me.
“Just going home and resting,” I replied.
“Oh, well a friend of mine is having a party after a game, and since Emily was going with Brandon, would you like to…. you go…with me,” She said nervously.
“Sorry, I’m not the kind of guy to party,” I said quietly.
“Yeah I know, Cara told me all you think about is basketball, but I figured I should ask anyway,” she replied.
She seemed really disappointed and I thought back to what Emily had told me earlier. Before she could leave the classroom, I grabbed her hand.
“You going to the game tonight?”, I asked.
“Wouldn’t miss it, and neither will the rest of the student body,” she beamed.
“Lets see what happens after the game,” I told her.
She smiled instantly. “Okay!”
As we entered the court of the opposing team, we were instantly booed, letting us know we were not wanted here. Playing many years of basketball, I learn to drown out the noise of the crowd as they were irrelevant, however it is always better to know they are cheering for you. The home team’s starting lineup was called up, receiving applause from their crowd. Then in a disturbed tone, they named our starting line up, receiving repetitive boos.
We lined up at the center of the court, waiting for the opening tip. With the ball in the air, our center quickly tipped the ball to the back court towards Blake, who picked up the ball and through a pass to me while I was running in a open lane, easily scoring. Me and Blake went to work quickly at the beginning of the game, using our provided chemistry to use a bunch of maneuvers and passes to break down their defense. We were had a good eleven point lead of 28-17, at the end of the first quarter.
In the second half they tried bringing two people to guard me instead of one. I figured I’d see this happen eventually, so I was always prepared for this. We performed a three man weave with our teammate,James, the shooting guard. Blake passes to me, then I to James, James back to Blake, Blake to James, and me for the cut in to the lane for a score. This method was only effective enough to bring the lead up by six points. Everytime I got the ball they would bring to people on me, so I would have to pass it to the open man for assists. We went up to a 72-46 lead at the end of the third quarter. Coach Rick to the starters out the game in the fourth quarter to let the second string get playing time. We never relinquished the lead ending the game 84-68. I finished the game with twenty points, seven rebounds, and a career high of fourteen assists. Looking around, I found Cara standing with Emily and I guess the guy she was taking to the party, Brandon. She smiled and waved me over when she saw me.
“Hey Devon, nice game today,” she said.
“Thanks, it was a much needed win, now we can continue our undefeated season,” I replied.
“You want to go to the party?” SHe asked
“Actually, how about I take you to dinner instead?” I asked.
“Sure!” she replied.
“Good, can you wait until I take a shower and get changed.?”, I asked.
“Yes I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” she told me.
I walked into the locker room, jumped into the shower, satisfied with my now fresh scent, I got out and put my clothes on. Packing my game shoes, shorts, and jersey in my bag, I headed to the parking lot.
We walked over to my camaro. There was a few good things about having a former professional basketball player as a foster dad. Tossing my bag in the backseat, I opened Cara’s door for her, then walked to my side and got in the drivers seat. I was taking her to a new five-star resturant that just opened up a mile from where we were.
“Do you have a curfew?” I asked her.
“No, My parents trust me,” She replied.
We had a really good time, she ordered a roundhouse steak, and I just got a burger and fries. We talked about what I planned to do after high school, what college I was thinking about going to, where I was born, and just things about myself. Looking at my watch, I had noticed we had been in the resturant “for an hour and a half.
“You ready to leave?”, I asked her.
“Yes,” she replied.
Paying for the dineer, I slipped a ten dollar tip and we headed for my car. I drove her to her house, got out and opened her door for her. She told me she had a great night. STanding on her tippy toes, she gave me a quick peck on the lips before hurring inside her house.
We easily won our next nine games by a margin of twenty or more, our dynamic offense being the deciding factor. We held all of our teams under fifty while we managed to score more than eighty each game; breaching the hundred point mark twice. Rick was getting calls from recruiters asking him what college I planned on attending. He kept all options open by telling them all that it was my decision after all.It was quite ordinary to see me on the news as it was always how many great plays I made that kept our undefeated season alive.
Ever since the night we had dinner after the game, me and Cara dated many times over the past couple of weeks, going out to eat, movies, and eventually her dragging me to a party. Soon, I found myself looking forward to spending time with her. She helped take my mind off everything and give me a chance to live my teenage life. We began kissing, which gradually turned into making out, but it never went further than that. Rick instilled into me to be a gentleman and always wait for the lady.
We were playing the worst team in our division, they were winless in and out of the division. This was the last game before spring fling the following week that was a week of games back to back to back and so forth. The game was followed by the annual spring dance. Spring break was only two weeks away.
It was a blowout , by halftime I had thirty-two points , sixteen rebounds, seven steals, and three blocks setting the school record for points , rebounds, and steals. The score was a easy 74-12. As in not to embarass them, Coach sat us out the second half, and we watched as our secondary team, pushed the lead to 114-42 by the end of the game. After the game I walked to locker room, showered, changed, and went to the cafteria where the dance was being held.
I arrived at the dance ten minutes late. I was greeted with applause from everybody as I entered the cafeteria. Looking around, I found Cara in the corner standing with Emily and her boyfriend, Brandon. Seeing as I finally made it, she came rushing into my arms.
“Hey big shot, great game even though you only played one half,” she exclaimed.
“Thank you,” I replied.
A repitive tap on the mic caught everybody’s attention. Everybody turned towards the stage where our student council president, Leslie, struggled to turn the mike on. Banging on the microphone, resorted to a high screeching, that made everybody cover ther ears. After a couple of seconds, she got it working.
“Hey everybody and welcome to the Spring Dance !” she shouted into the microphone.
This earned a applause from the students.
“As you may know the results are in for Spring Fling Court.” She turned to where the band was playing. “Drum roll please.”
The drummer began a slow drum roll.
“Our Spring Fling King is….,” she paused to let the suspense in the air.” Devon Valentine!”
Everybody immediately turned to look at me. They began to clap enthusically. I held my head down in shyness and was gonna stand there had Cara not pushed me forward towards the stage. Walking up the stage, I stood next to Leslie who placed the crown on my head.
“Now for Spring Fling Queen…” She paused again to add the same suspense as earlier.”Please welcome to the stage, Miss Cara Robinson.”
Now it was her turn to blush, and act shy. Emily gave her a little nudge that caused her to make her way to the stage. She made her way to stand next to Leslie who placed the crown atop of her head.
“Now please congralute the Spring Fling Court!” she shouted. “May you guys take the honor of first dance.”
We recieved applause. I led her down the steps and onto the dance floor. Placing my hands on her waist while she locked her arms around my neck, we began a slow dance. Soon the other couples took our lead , and we were surrounded by dancing couples.
We spent the rest of the night dancing, especially to the slow songs. I loved how Cara’s body fit into mine. The warmth her body gave off onto my own. The band left around midnight, and everybody began to go home. I took Cara home, ending our night with a kiss.

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Incestrous thoughts come true!

My very first story EVER, only second to those I wrote for English class back in high school. So constructive criticism is encouraged. This is a complete work of fiction and all characters pertaining real life people have had their names changed. Thank you.
My sister and I have always had a good relationship. We are the typical brother sister couple, making fun of each other and devising a rivalry but loving each other all at the same time. But ever since I hit puberty and found out about the wonders of masturbation and naked women, I’ve looked at her in a new light, a sexual one.
My sister’s name is Hannah, a 23 year old medium height brunette, maybe 5’7″ or so, with a slightly chubby body, but hot nonetheless, and 36B tits that sagged only slightly. And in the awakening of these new “desires” and my countless masturbation sessions, I found myself deeply divided in subjects relating to my sister. I jacked off dreaming of pounding her pussy and her giving me a nice blow-job but I almost immediately regretted each time I came, thinking it was wrong I shouldn’t be doing this, but every time I reverted to the same masturbation material…my sister. It’s only when I was given the opportunity of a life time that I quickly and assuredly made up my mind, and here is that story.
It was a Tuesday night, around 11pm, and I was in my living room on the computer, blowing time before I went to bed. My dad was working the graveyard shift while my mom and two brothers were out of town for a music festival that I pleaded with my mom with to allow me to stay, eventually convincing her that my own summer track practices were to be held as high priority and not to be missed. And so It was only Hannah and I, home alone, late at night, she was home from college for summer and had been staying with us for the past month.
I was absorbed in my computer world and only barely noticed my sexy sister, in a bathrobe, indicating that she had just taken a shower, walk into the kitchen that stood to my right side. I was a horny 16 year old and had, in the past, spied on my own sister getting dressed after showers many times before, and I figured this was another perfect opportunity to do so again. so I played myself cool, shutting down the computer “pretending” to be getting ready for bed and walked into the kitchen to get a late night snack. My plan was to wait for her to go back to her room and then sneak outside and spy through the window, hiding in the cover of darkness but I never made it that far…
In our simultaneous actions of getting a snack for bed, I sneaked several peaks at her ass as she bent over, searching the cabinets, giving me a noticeable hard on. knowing she could perfectly well see my hard cock, I purposely walked n front of her every chance I got displaying my crotch and even rubbing my cock against her as we crossed paths. This was not my usual self and I was being much more bold than I am normally but this only led to good things. But then, as I was across the room, she called my name and suddenly walked off to her room, and so I followed. A million things were running through my head, “was I caught”, “is she going to turn me in” but as I walked into her room and saw her standing there waiting for me, she suddenly untied her robe, opened it, and let it fall to the floor. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe it, my sister was right in front of me, naked, knowing I was there! And so I closed the door and took a step forward, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. I was on full scale attack and immediately dove my tongue into her mouth, savoring every last bit of it. As our tongues danced, I pushed her against the wall and pressed my entire body against hers, not ever breaking the kiss. My hands explored her magnificent body, squeezing her ass and fondling her tits and eventually falling down to her beautiful pussy. I played with her clit with my finger, making her moan into my mouth, and then took her right nipple into my mouth. Sucking her nipple while I played with her clit made her almost whimper in pleasure. She then pushed me away dropped to her knees and grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled. My full 7 inches in length and 6 inches of girth came springing out, almost slapping her in the face. She lifted my cock and licked all the way from my ass to the tip, almost making me cum right there. her tongue flicked out and licked the head like a lollipop, swirling her tongue in between every few licks, then suddenly plunging my cock into her mouth. I was in heaven, I had only one girlfriend in my past but nothing had gone past making out and this was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. She worked like an expert, bobbing her head while her tongue almost issued a massage all the same time her hands played with my balls and the base of my cock. In about a minute, I was ready to cum, I groaned loudly and let out a loud “ahhhhh” as my cum shot in my sister’s mouth, she deepthroated my dick as I did so, swallowing all my cum, almost gagging. She then cleaned me up, licking me clean.
I was way too horny for my cock to go down now so my sister stood and bent over her bed, giving me perfect access to her pussy. But instead of taking her right there, I decided to return the oral favor and took my turn on my knees. I was thirsting for her pussy juices and I immediately licked her entire slit, prolonging the pressure onto her clit and ending at her asshole. She was leaking like crazy and even when I was the giving oral, I couldn’t wait for the pleasure. I dived right in, grabbing her ass while I leaned in and shoved my tongue inside of her, and closing my lips, encasing her wet pussy. I worked my tongue as best i could, hitting her g-spot every push and pull with my tongue. By the looks of it, she was enjoying it mightily, she was whimpering as if she was in pain, but her her words said differently
“Ah, god! FUCK YES!!! Suck my pussy, eat it, shit!!” she screamed
Right then I could tell she climaxed, her pussy tightened and she arched her back and I knew it was time for the main event.
I stood up, grabbed my cock, and shoved it into her pussy, she was still climaxing so her pussy was still tight and I again almost came that instant. But as she loosened, I pulled and slammed back into her, making the bed shake. I continued slowly puling back and quickly slamming forward for awhile but her grunts told me she wanted more and so I sped up, each time increasing the force for which I slammed until it was practically a jackhammer, I was in cruise control and kept it up for what seemed like hours until she and I, at the same time, screamed out in ecstasy. Her pussy tightened once again I my cock shot my load straight her pussy, I didn’t stop pounding her while I came until I finally collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. I was dead beat tired, I rolled onto my back on the bed and she did the same and we just thought about the events that just transpired and we both smiled. We knew this was the start of something amazing.

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fly drops four inches

There is a fly flying above the lake, unbeknownst to this fly, a fish was watching him , and thinking if that fly would drop four inches, I could jump out of the water and have me some dinnner, unbeknownst to the fish there was a bear watching the fish watching the fly, and the bear was thinking, if that fly would drop four inches, the fish is gonna jump out to grab the fly and I can reach out and grab the fish and have me some dinner. Well unbeknownst to the bear, there’s a hunter watching the bear watching the fish watching the fly. The hunter’s thinking if that fly would just drop four inches, that fish is gonna jump out of the water to grab that fly, that bear is gonna reach out and grab that fish, I’ll be able to crack off a shot, and have me some dinner. Well unbeknownst to the hunter, there is a mouse, watching the hunter, watching the bear, watching the fish, watching the fly. The mouse is thinking, if that fly would drop four inches, that fish is going to jump out of the water, that bear is gonna reach out and grab that fish, the hunter is gonna crack a shot, that cheese sandwich is gonna fall out of the hunter’s pocket, and I’m gonna have me some dinner. Well, unbeknownst to the mouse, there is a cat, watching the mouse, watching the hunter, watching the bear, watching the fish, watching the fly. And the cat was thinking, if that fly would drop four inches, that fish is gonna jump out of the water and grab that fly, that bear is gonna reach out and grab that fish, that hunter is gonna crack a shot at that bear, that mouse is gonna jump on that cheese sandwich that falls out of the hunters pocket, I can grab that mouse and have me some dinner. Well, wouldn’t you know it, that fly dropped four inches, that fish jumped out of the water and grabbed that fly, that bear reached out and grabbed that fish, that hunter cracked a shot at the bear, and that mouse jumped on that cheese sandwich, the cat jumped for the mouse, missed and slid right into the lake. What’s the moral of the story?? When the fly drops four inches, the pussy gets wet!!!!

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 8

The passing night had opened a Pandora’s Box of sexual desire, and once started on their
erotic path, they had a demanding lust to taste and feel it all.
“Ahhhh!” Peter moaned. “Yeah! That’s it, Mom, suck! Lick my balls, Marsha … do it,
babe! Yeah! Yeah! Suck ’em good!”
Marsha had taken half of his ballsac in her mouth and was sucking gently on a testicle.
Each sudden movement of her hot mouth sent a wild shiver up his spine, making his cock
jerk and twitch in Carol’s educated mouth; her powerful cheek muscles coaxing it back
to steely dimensions. His body was alive with electric thrills.
Peter bent over and spread his mother’s legs, dislodging Marsha’s grip on her firm tits,
baring her thick, blonde pussy-muff. He could easily see her puffy cunt-lips through
the sticky tangle. They twinkled, pink and pretty.
“Oh, sweet pussy! I’m going to eat your cunt ’til you scream for mercy!”
Carol wiggled her hips in invitation. With his prick embedded in her mouth, Marsha s
till sucking his balls, Peter began to run his tongue, ever so gently, around the outer
lips of her wet pussy. Like a flower, they parted and her rosy clit popped out, immediately
becoming distended. He swiped at it with his warm tongue, then nibbled at it with sharp
teeth.
Carol jumped and tried to yell, but his cock choked off the muted sound. She jumped even
higher when Marsha’s tongue joined her brother’s. One gentle, one rough; Carol reveled in
the double tongue-fucking. Her legs were pulled up and back, giving her lovers access to
her entire body. The gentle tongue – Marsha’s – laved her puckered asshole, bathing the
dark opening with hot saliva. Peter’s fat tongue – a little prick – darted in and out of
her searing pussy, sliding over her sizzling clit as it dipped down into the boiling
depths of her secret opening.
Chills and shivers attacked her body and her sensory system registered thrill after
thrill as the two, snake-like tongues slithered up, over, in, and around her hot fuck
holes. Her body was rapidly going out of control, and each new sensation slammed her
gyrating hips against their faces as they fought to give her the cum of her life.
Carol squeezed Peter’s ass as hard as she could, desperately holding on as her climax
built to a screaming crescendo. Her hips twisted and turned, and humped greedily against
the relentless, pleasure-giving tongues. She was strangling, gasping for breath. Spitting
his cock out, she screamed her passion loudly.
“Aggggggg! Ughhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Oh, Mar, stop! For Christ’s sake, stop! … I’m dying!
Please, no more. No more! I can’t take it! Oh, Peter … hummmmmmm!” Her body hung in
space for what seemed like an eternity, then softly melted into the mattress, spent and
exhausted.
Cum-juice smeared his face and saliva dribbled down his chin. Panting, Peter stood up
slowly. Marsha’s head was now buried deep between her mother’s spread thighs, her tongue
softly tapering her off; cooling the inner walls of her fiery cunt, cleaning the sticky
juices of her passion from the sides. Carol’s lips gently held the knob of his twitching
prick, her mouth too tired to suck on the glistening shaft. His cock make a plopping
noise as he pulled it from his mother’s tired mouth.
Dreamily, Carol spread her legs as wide as possible, giving her daughter complete access
to her innermost being. The feeling was still there, still alive! Marsha’s tongue was
slowly bringing her down from a sexual high never experienced before. She had been eaten
by her son and daughter – at the same time! And she had loved it!
Her breathing was returning to normal and she felt a slight chill as she became aware
of the cool, early morning air on her perspiring body. They had fucked the night away,
she though lazily.
“Good, wasn’t it, Mom?”
“Oh, sweetheart, it was better than good. I thought my body was going to explode. I can’t
describe it. You’ll have to experience it for yourself.”
Marsha’s smile broadened and her eyes flashed. “I was hoping you’d say that. When you
feel up to it, I want to be next!”
Carol looked at Marsha in sudden excitement. This was more than she could have hoped for.
Like mother, like daughter!
“Peter?” she asked.
Peter sat on the bed, eyes aglow. “I’ll watch this time. I’ve always wanted to see two
women eat each other out.” He smiled at his sister. “This is what you two did last night,
isn’t it?”
Giggling, Marsha nodded, then her voice turned serious.
“When I came home I was looking for something, Pete, besides just fucking you. Now I’ve
found it. I found out I’m just like Mom. I want it all … all the Bradford men, and” –
she looked lovingly at her mother – “all the Bradford women.” She laughed and her eyes
sparkled.
“Mom broke me in first, then she did you, and then we did each other. And now,” she said,
winking at her mother, “we’re going to put on a show for you, aren’t we?”
Carol leaned over and kissed her daughter lightly, a motherly kiss, a kiss of pride;
then winked at Peter. “We sure are!” she said, her chest beginning to rise with excitement.
Smiling like a cat, Marsha sat against the headboard, drew her legs up and spread them
wide apart, giving them a close-up view of her pink pussy, surrounded by a mat of thick,
blonde hair. She fondled her large, round tits, making the nipples stand taut and erect;
her eyes closing as the smoldering heat of her body began to flow.
Peter licked his lips and felt his cock stir. Shit, he thought in admiration, a real sex
machine!
“Com’on, Mom, eat me!” Marsha purred. “Suck my juicy slit! Eat my dirty cunt!”
Trembling, her own lust beginning to simmer, Carol crawled between Marsha’s open thighs;
her fingertips gently running up and down the silky flesh. Softly, she kissed a rock-hard
nipple.
Peter looked from one to the other, from mother to daughter. It was like looking at twins.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen and he realized it could only happen this
way; with them linked together as a loving and fucking family. His chest swelled with
love and affection.
Giggling like a young girl, Carol said, “Oh, yes, baby! I’m gonna eat you! And I’m going
to eat you ass, too; stick my tongue all the way up there. I don’t know where you learned
that, but I’m so glad you did.”
Marsha threw her head back and hugged her mother close.
“Daddy taught me,” she said laughing. “I sort of forgot to tell you, but last night,
while you were fucking Peter I was fucking Daddy. And he screwed my ass and taught me
about ass-rimming.”
“What?! You did what?”
“Are you mad?” Marsha asked, suddenly and sincerely contrite.
Carol’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide in amazement. “I can’t believe this,” she said,
“Where is he? What’s he doing? What does he feel about all this?”
Marsha shrugged. “When I left, he was sleeping like a baby. At first, he tried to push
me off, but, I guess, my pussy got to him and he just started fucking me. Real good, too!
He really didn’t seem to mind afterwards. He said I was just like you.”
“You just left him? Oh, the poor baby. He’s probably going crazy trying to figure out how
to tell me.” She covered her face and laughed. “And to think, I was worried about how I
was going to tell him about Peter. Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on his face.” Carol
started to get up.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Peter said, pushing her close to Marsha, “Not before you two finish
what you started. You guys promised me a show.”
Mother and daughter looked from one another to Peter’s straining cock, the tip, flared
and angry looking. “Well,” Marsha said smiling, “we did say we were going to put on a
show.”
“Yes, we did,” Carol girlishly giggled. “And your tits are still quite warm.”
“So’s my cunt,” Marsha whispered.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Carol dipped between Marsha’s open
legs and began to lick at her cunt and savor its musky aroma. Feather-like, her tongue
darted in and out of her daughter creamy pussy; a dainty teasing touch that made the heat
rise in Marsha’s body, and made her tingle with pleasure.
Marsha smiled and through slitted eyes she watched her brother stroke his big fuck-pole
to its full proportions and her own pleasure doubled as she watched. His lust was her
pleasure; his pleasure, her passion. In the back of her mind she knew why the family had
committed their lovemaking to film.
Peter became caught up in the voyeuristic pleasure of watching. He saw his sister’s face
contort, her brow crease, and her jaws clinch as each wave of ecstasy washed over her.
He saw Carol’s head bob rhythmically, and in his mind’s eye he could see the tip of her
tongue dip in and out Marsha’s sopping cunt.
Carol’s lovely ass stuck straight up in the air, two perfect half-moons, beckoning to
him. His father had fucked that ass, his fevered brain told him. His father had fucked
Marsha’s lovely ass! His prick ached to fuck one of the asses that his father had fucked.
Carol felt the pressure on her cuntlips; the sudden parting. She felt the rough ridges
of his prick rub the wall of her wet pussy. Her eyes clouded over and she moaned loudly
into her daughter cunt as her son’s cock filled her up. Marsha felt the extra weight
against her body and opened her eyes. “Oh, yes, Peter, Yes! Fuck her cunt! Hard!” Marsha
mumbled passionately as she rubbed Carol’s back and tits, squeezing them roughly, urging
her humping hips onward.
His cock sank to the base in Carol’s sticky wetness, becoming drenched with her flowing
juices. He leaned forward, grabbed his sister’s round tits and kissed her hungrily, his
tongue probing deep in her warm, searching mouth.
They were now completely linked. Joined by mouth, pussy and cock. Each was transported
to another dimension, yet each was with the other. The past had caught up with the
present. Fantasy had become reality.
Peter strained his legs; his rotating hips pressed tightly against his mother’s butt,
his twisting cock embedded all the way up her heated box. He could feel her developed
cunt muscles, like tiny fingers, massage the shaft of his throbbing prick. Each squeeze
of his cock sent blinding ripples of pleasure to his brain, urging his lust on. When he
stuck his cock in Carol’s puckered asshole, they all came in unison, and their passion,
their love could be heard throughout the house. And they didn’t care.
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When Mike Bradford woke up he felt hungover. His head thundered and his body ached in
places he didn’t know it was possible to hurt in. Bleery-eyed, he looked around. Marsha
was gone, but the imprint of her body remained.
So, it wasn’t a dream, he thought. I actually fucked my own daughter! Adopted daughter!
Splitting hairs seemed to take some of the sting out of the incestuous act. To his
surprise, he really didn’t feel any real, deep remorse. Marsha was an adult, and it was
she who initiated it. But why? Was it possible she found out about their secret and was
trying, in some insidious way, to punish them. Nonsense, he thought. How could she? But
where the hell was Carol when all this was going on? And where was she now?
He staggered up, started to stretch and stopped short. Oh, shit, he thought, Carol knows!
That must be it; somehow she found out, maybe she heard them, and she’s pissed. That’s
why she isn’t here. Angrily, he slapped his head and instantly regretted it.
“Hi, sleepy-head!”
Carol closed the door behind her. Mike noted that she was smiling. Maybe, he hoped, she
didn’t know.
The white, silk robe was loosely belted and the material clung to hills and valleys of
her body. He knew she was naked beneath it.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked innocently.
Mike looked her in the eye. “You know, don’t you?”
Laughing, she embraced him. “Oh, you poor dear! Yes, I know about you and Marsha. She told
me.”
“She told you?” he asked incredulously. “This is crazy! What the hell’s gotten into her?”
“Besides you?” Carol giggled, then, seriously, she said, “I think you better sit down,
Mike. This is probably going to blow you away.”
Mike sat. Taking his hand she told her astonished husband the entire story; starting at
the beginning with Marsha’s confession about her lust for Peter and ending with their
fantastic three-way, gang fuck. She told it quickly, leaving nothing out, but gaguing
his reaction to each event; preparing to blunt any hint of jealously or anger. She was
pleasantly surprised when there wasn’t any, just a wide-eyed, dumbfounded look. When she
finished, she waited for his final reaction; laughing when he flopped back on the bed,
let out a deep sigh, and said, “Holy Shit!”
She threw herself across his naked body. “Does that mean you’re not angry about Peter
and me? I mean, I’m not the least bit jealous of you and Marsha. I hope you really enjoyed
her as much as I did, and Peter. She’s really something.”
Mike threw up his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
“I’m not jealous … well, I had a twinge,” he admitted, “but I really got over that shit
a long time ago. Actually, I’m kind of proud of my son. If half of what you said is true,
he’s a hellava stud.”
“Take it from me, honey,” Carol said, sitting up, “it’s all true. I have the sore ass
to prove it.”
“Carol,” he said, genuine concern in his voice, “is there something wrong with our blood?
I mean, first us, and now the kids.”
She caressed his cheek. “Honey, if we could come to the conclusion that convention was
just so much man-made bullshit, don’t you think our kids can, too?
“Just think how much more time they have. The sky’s the limit for them; no excess baggage,
no worrying about convention and restrictions, just taking their pleasure where they can
find it.
“As long as they don’t hurt anybody, how can anything they do; anything we’ve done, be
bad. I really envy them. And I know I want them so much. Really want them.”
Mike stood and folded his arms around her. “You’re a wise woman, Mrs. Bradford.” Then he
chucked. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
“If you mean a weekend of pure, unadulterated sex. You’re damn right, Mr. Bradford!”
Carol said, leeringly.
“The kids are only home for a couple of days, and I, for one, intend to make the most
of it. I really hope you slept well, ’cause I don’t think you’re going to get much more.”
Laughing, they embraced warmly.
From the door she blew him a kiss. “Take a shower and hurry downstairs. I told Marsha to
put the coffee on, and I’m going to make breakfast.”
Mike smiled and stretched. He felt very much alive and surprisingly horny. It’s amazing
what a special woman can do for you, he thought. And Marsha was special. Looking at
himself in the mirror, he saw teeth marks on his chest and long, vivid nail marks on
his back. No wonder I hurt, he thought. An image of his wanton daughter leaped to his
mind: her body wiggling in abandon, bouncing against the mattress, legs tight around his
back, hands gripping his ass and balls. He saw her lust, her desperate desire for
fulfillment; felt her tits under his hands, his juice-covered cock plunging into her
silky wetness, stretching her cunt wide, her secretions lubricating his way. He could
still feel the muscles of her cunt contract around his cockhead, squeezing it in a death
grip as her climax ripped through her churning body; his own following seconds later,
their cums mixing together.
Mike shook himself to clear his head. The mental picture were vivid, and very real. Just
thinking about last night made his breathing rapid and started his prick to rise.
He stepped into the shower and turned it to cold, the stinging water cooled his heated
body. No, he thought to himself, gasping, that wasn’t some sort of reverse punishment.
That was just a very lusty woman who wanted to fuck! And fuck we did! And suck … and,
shit, he thought, what didn’t we do? Laughing, he remembered screwing her up the ass,
and telling her that she was just like her mother. Oh, shit, I hope she doesn’t tell
Carol that.

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First Contact

I’ll be honest; I was in the Navy at this time. I know, I know, ha ha ha. That’s a log story, not about a sexual experience. I’m not attracted to men; I love a woman’s figure, all the way. If anyone has been to Virginia, you’ll believe this.
I was bored one night, and went to a bar just outside of Portsmouth, by the shipyards. I didn’t know anyone, so I sat at the bar, and just got a beer and a shot. After my second beer, and about two more shots, I was buzzing pretty good, and started to look around. There was a dirty blonde at the end of the bar still alone. She was talking to the bartender, and seemed a little upset. I figured he was family, or maybe a protective father figure. She noticed me looking and gave me a hollow smile. “Daddy,” noticed me, and raised an eyebrow. He shot her a “watch it” look, and came down to see if I need another drink. I asked the all too familiar, “What’s up with her? She family?”
“My niece, from Brazil.” Was all I got out of him. He gave me the, “Don’t fuck with her!” look. She was looking my way, with a nervous smile, s I decided to go talk to her.
“You know, a girl as pretty as you shouldn’t be sad. You should smile, and brighten up the world.” Corny line but I’m a guy, and I was drunk.
“Nice line, not too original, but nice.” She smiled. Her uncle was glaring at me, and she looked a little nervous under his glare. You could tell she was interested but very nervous with me as well. I just chalked that up to my appearance.
I’m not a big dude, but I’m fit, and strong. I’m what they call a snipe. I work in the hole, greasy and sweaty. I’m also on the Fire Party, so I have to be strong to hold that fuckin’ hose down. I also shave my head to hide my Ben Franklin hairline. I was bald at nineteen. I’ve been told that it looks intimidating.
“You can relax, I’m not gonna hurt you.” I smiled.
“Only my feelings.” She whispered, with a nervous smile. The smile turned to a frown. “I’m not like other girls. My father, whom I haven’t seen since I was eleven, told me to get the fuck out of his face, and never come back. Every boyfriend I’ve had since I came back to the states, have dumped me, or beat the shit out of me. So please understand, I think you’re very cute, and sweet, but I have reasons to be nervous. Like I said, I’m not your typical girl.”
“Well, as long as it’s not like a Springer thing.” I smirked at her. She winced and looked away. “What’d I say?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” She started to get up.
“Wait, I’m sorry. What ever it is, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“You’d be surprised.”
It was getting late, so I asked if she wanted to get some coffee another time. She smiled, and replied, “Yeah, that’d be nice. I’ll be in here the next three nights, working for my uncle. I get off at 3am, we could go then.”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you day after tomorrow. I’ve got duty tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you then. My name’s Alex, by the way. What’s your’s?”
“I’m Ryan. I’ll see you then.”
She got up, and I could see her frame as she walked away. She had strong thighs, and a beautiful Latin ass that bounced when she walked. A thin waist that tapered in like an hourglass. She wore sexy “Fuck Me” boots, and had nice medium firm tits, that bounced with every step. I was in love.
The whole next day, was torture. I convinced my LPO (boss) to let me have the next day off, so I might be able to get lucky. I couldn’t wait to see Alex again.
I showed up at 8pm to see her. She was behind the bar getting some fat slob a beer. I walked up and said, “Hey, can we get some service here for Christ’s sake?”
She smiled at me and brought me a beer. “This is from the lady at the end of the bar.” She smirked. I looked down and saw what had to be the greasiest fat assed, Sea Donkey, I’ve seen in a while. I shivered, and took a long drink.
“Thanks!” I tipped the bottle at her, and got her attention. “Thanks!” I said again, and winked at her. She gave ma a puzzled smile, and waved, then turned back to the bar. “Yep, I’m gettin’ lucky tonight.” I took another drink, as she slapped my shoulder.
“You’re an ass!” She smiled.
“Hey, I was being thankful. I’m might be able to get with that.”
“I’m not woman enough for you, am I?”
“If I can’t get with her, you’ll be next in line baby.” I looked at her tanned face and pretty brown eyes. We both just stared for a moment. Until her uncle thumped the bar.
“Alex! You gonna work tonight girl?” He gave me his tough uncle look, and turned away.
“Sorry, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you in a few hours?
“I’ll be here. I’ll probably be drunk, but I’ll be here.”
She gave me a kiss and ran her hand down my chest before turning away. Instant wood. I loved watching her ass sway.
By the end of the night, I was feeling pretty good. She came over to me and sat on my lap. “How ya feelin’ babe?”
“Great, Just waitin’ on you girl.”
“I’m getting off in half an hour, you gonna be okay then?”
“Mind if I watch? I slurred. I wasn’t hammered, but I knew if I laid it on thick, I could get away with more.
“If you’re a good boy. Now, I’ll get you some coffee.” She kissed my cheek and brought me a cup of coffee, which I drank straight to get my senses back. She brought me a second cup and one for her when she came back. She sat down next to me and asked if I wanted to go back to her place. “I’ll drive.” She said quickly.
“Sure, I’m game. Just don’t bring Sunshine.” I pointed at her uncle wiping down the bar.
“Yeah, we kinda need to get soon, so he doesn’t see you leave with me.”
“Well, let’s get then.” I said, in my thickest redneck accent. We got up and headed for the door. I waited till we were outside to put my arm round her, and she guided me to her car.
“I live two blocks up, so you can get you car no problem when it’s daylight. It’s not safe to walk this in the dark.” We got into her car and drove the quick trip to her apartment. It was a bit of a dive, but the inside was clean. I sat on the couch and she got us both a beer.
When she sat down I asked, “What, are you trying to take advantage of me. I just started to sober up.”
“I like you Ryan, but I can’t do much with you right now. It’s my time, but I can do other things.” She kissed me, and put her hand on my cock. I was instantly hard. She stroked it through my pants, and licked my ear, biting my earlobe. I put my hand on her back and put the beer down, so I could play with her tits. They were firm and soft. Might have been implants, but they still felt good. I pinched a nipple and she moaned in my mouth. I moved my hand to her ass and squeezed it.
She pulled away and said, “Remember what I said. No further, it’s gross down there. Please?” The last word was almost begging, so I said okay. Man, some girls are weird about that.
I moved up, and started playing with her tits again. She took off her shirt and bra, and I sucked one into my mouth. I kissed her stomach, and noticed the sexy bellybutton ring; it had a jewel on it. I tickled it with my tongue, and licked my way back up to her tits. She took off her shoes and pushed me back on the couch. She pulled off her socks and told me to take my shirt off. I did as I was told and she put her soft feet on my chest. Rubbing them into my chest hair she pinched my nipples with her toes. I rubbed my calloused hands on her soft feet and kissed the ball of her foot. She pulled them back and rubbed them on my crotch, stroking my cock through my pants. I started to unzip my fly, but she stopped me. “I’ll do that.” She smiled as she used her toes to hold the top and the other foot to unzip me. She had some talent with monkey feet. She definitely liked to play. She fished one foot in to find my cock. “Um, soft boxers.” She purred. She got her toes through the front of my boxers, and used the other foot to fish my cock out. I’ve never ad a foot job before. I liked it so far. She ran her feet up and down on the shaft of my cock. Her long skinny toes look hot as hell rapped around me, and the little toe ring matched her gold nail polish. It felt wonderful, I just watched her fee and would look up to see her smiling, intently looking it her job at hand. My cock was throbbing, and the head was bright red, my veins were popping out. I was ready to come.
“Your gonna get a mess on your pretty feet, if you don’t watch out.” I breathed heavily.
“Hold that thought baby.” She smiled, and got on her knees in front of me. She took my cock into her hand. Looking up at me, she ran her tongue up the shaft, breathing hot wet breath on me. I felt my ass tighten as the shiver erupted through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as she rapped her whole mouth round me and sucked me into her hot mouth. It was so hot! I could feel my balls tightening, and my cock ached to cum. I growled and grabbed her head. When I thrust into her mouth, she sucked even harder. She wanted to taste me. I forced into her mouth one last time and filled her throat with my cum. She jacked and sucked me dry, then showed it to me. She smiled, open mouthed and played with my cum before swallowing it. I looked down at her, wearing nothing but her jeans. Beautiful. She got up as I put my cock away, and sat on my lap, resting her tits on my chest. I squeezed her ass and cupped her chin. We kissed and I moved a hand to her thigh. I caressed her leg as we kissed deeply. Moving up, I noticed something wasn’t right. She pulled away instantly, as I grabbed her crotch. “That’s not a fuckin’ pad!” I yelled as I threw her to the floor. β€œWhat the fuck! You’re a fuckin’ dude!” I stood over her, it, looking down in rage.
β€œPlease, don’t hurt me!” She cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She covered her head with her arms, whimpering. My heart sank, and I felt sick to my stomach. I was so confused. I wanted to be angry, but I felt ashamed. I towered over it, no her. She was a girl. Maybe she wasn’t totally female, but she was all girl. I felt like a bully, a bastard who fed on people’s weakness. She had given me so much pleasure, and I just attacked her. β€œI’m sorry Ryan! Don’t hurt me, please!” She had crawled to a corner and curled into a fetal position, rocking back and forth.
β€œNo.” I breathed shamefully. β€œI’m sorry. I won’t hurt you. I couldn’t hurt you. I had no right. Please forgive me. Please, get up. I’m the bastard here. I’ll leave now, Don’t be afraid of me. I’m sorry.” I turned, and picked up my shirt.
β€œYou’re not going to hurt me? They always hurt me when they find out.” She lowered her arms and looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, red and wet with tears. My heart sank, I wanted to puke. I wanted to beat my head against a wall, to hurt myself like I’d hurt her.
β€œI’ll never hurt you. I’m sorry Alex. I’ll leave now.”
β€œPlease, don’t go!” She jumped up. β€œDon’t go! You’re not mad?”
β€œYou should be the one mad, not me. Don’t you want me to leave?”
β€œNot if you don’t want to. I’m confused, you’re not mad. I have a dick.”
β€œYes, you do. Yes, I’m a little confused to. I don’t know what to do at this point. I’m not gay, but I’m attracted to you. I’m curious about you. Hell, I don’t even know what to call you!” She frowned and her lip quivered with that. β€œI’m sorry. That was uncalled for. You are definitely a girl.”
β€œI can be what ever you want me to be. If you’ll let me, if you’ll try to let me.” She smiled nervously.
β€œIt’ll take some getting used to. Are you going to finish the transformation?”
β€œI was, but I have to save the money up first. I will return to Brazil for that. America has too much red tape. But it will be a while. Are you willing to work with me till then?” She put her hand on my shoulder, timidly caressing me. β€œIt could be up to another year.”
β€œI’ll try, but you have to be patient with me to. You’re not going public with this are you?”
β€œGod no! You’re the first who didn’t beat the hell out of me, when you found out. I’ve lived in four states because of this. I can’t go public.”
β€œHow can I make it up to you? I’m sorry I acted like such a shit.”
β€œFirst, you could stay. Second, you could talk to me like I’m you’re girl and not some freak show. I want to be you’re girl.” I put my arms around her and kissed her. I wiped away he tears and carried her back to the couch.
β€œYou wanna get naked, and let me get used to this?” I whispered. She smiled and undid her pants. I helped her pull them off and the thong she was wearing under them. Her cock was dangling in front of me. It was a bit strange to look at, but I wasn’t freaked out anymore. I reached out and cupped her balls. She gasped and started to pull away. β€œAre you okay? Did I go too far?” I asked.
She grinned and sat back on my lap. She took my hand and put it back between her legs. β€œI’m sorry baby, I’m not used to that.”
β€œDoes it work? I mean can you get hard?” I asked nervously
β€œI don’t have the money for estrogen treatments, so yes. My breasts are implants, and the rest of me has always been girly. I was picked on in school for it, and I always wondered why I was born a boy. Do you want to see it hard?” She looked into my eyes hopefully. I could feel her getting thicker in my hand. She shaved everything down there. I stroked it like I stroke mine, and she moaned into my neck as she nuzzled under my chin.
β€œLay down.” I pushed her down and climbed between her thighs like I was going to eat her out. I rubbed her cock on my chin and cheek. It was getting harder and was not a bad length. Not as thick as me, but about as long. I felt a little relief at that. If it was going to make it in my ass eventually, at least it wasn’t real thick. I ran my tongue up the shaft and cupped her balls. I didn’t know how to suck cock, so I tried to do what I would want. I stroked the shaft and bobbed my head up and down, sucking it hard. She was moaning and rubbing her feet on my back.
β€œI’m gonna cum, please stop.” I did as I was told since I wasn’t ready for that just yet. I kept stroking her though. β€œWill you fuck me? I want you to fuck me. I want to cum with your cock in my as.” I put my cock in her face.
β€œYou might want to get it wet first” I smiled.
β€œThere’s KY jelly in the drawer, for my ass.” She said a she took my cock in her mouth. β€œThink you can find it while I do this?” She said with the head between her lips. I giggled and she did to as I fished hastily in the drawer for the lube. I held it up like a sword and pulled the cap off. She spread her legs and brought them back to her chest, exposing her asshole. She spread her cheeks and sucked my cock hard. I forced myself to concentrate so I could apply the lube. I could see her smiling devilishly as I tried to do my deed. I put the tip to her asshole and squeezed some into her ass, and smeared some on the opening. I pulled my cock from her mouth and got between her legs.
β€œSpread it baby. Show me you want me inside you.” She spread her cheeks and raised her feet back to her head. I put some jelly on the tip of my cock. I put the head at the opening of her brown eye. I pushed the head into her ass. She closed her eyes and whimpered. β€œAm I hurting you?” I stopped and leaned in.
β€œJust a little. Go slow at first, but don’t stop. I want you to fuck me, not baby me. It hurts, but I like it. Fuck me, fuck my ass baby.” She spread her legs and stroked her cock. I pushed harder and slid my cock all the way in to the balls. I grabbed her ankles and started to fuck her faster. She rubbed her cock faster and moaned. I could feel her ass squeezing my cock. She was rocking up and down as I fucked her ass, and she started to shoot her cum all over her chest. I let go and rubbed it into her tits, and fucked her faster as I started to cum myself. β€œCum in my ass! I want you to cum in me!” I let go and filled her full of my cum. Her ass was squishy and wet with my cum. I left it in her and leaned forward kissing her lips. She lifted her leg up and rolled to her side, pressing against me to hold me in. I laid behind her and held her close as I slowly fucked her ass for a while rubbing her belly and kissing her neck. We slowly drifted off to sleep.
I moved into her apartment the next day and we lived together for 8 months as a couple. I let her fuck me once in a while, but most of the time Alex wanted to be the girl. She moved back to Brazil and we kept in touch for a while, but she eventually stopped writing back. I wasn’t happy about that, but I got over it, and went on with my life. I do think about her a lot, and wish she would’ve came back to me. It goes without saying that I haven’t found a girl like her again.

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Measuring my cum Pt. 11

We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
—————————
I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!

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This story was written for Mr. Fors’ forum competition. The theme was anonymity – we were to write a story without character names or descriptions, hopefully creating a scene that readers could identify with, maybe even pretend they were in. Okay, here goes.