don't know jack

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Many people are at a loss for a response when someone says "you don't know Jack Schitt". Now, You can handle the situation.
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Jack is the only son of Awe Schitt and O. Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertiliser magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Knee-deep Schitt, Inc.
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In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt and the deeply religious couple produced 6 children: Holie Schitt, The twins; Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Giva Schitt and Bull Schitt, a high school dropout.
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After being married for 15 years Jack and Noe divorced. Noe later married Mr. Sherlock and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was known as Noe Schitt-Sherlock.
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Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt and they produced a cowardly son, Chicken Schitt. Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt were inseparable throughout childhood and consequently, married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony.

The Schitt-Happens children are Dawg, Byrd and Horse. Bull Schitt the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned with his new bride, Pisa Schitt.
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Now, when someone say's you don't know Jack Schitt, you can correct them.
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fantasy----part-1 thru 4-of-4

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The Fantasy

Part-1-of-4

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Class assignment

The assignment was simple. ‘You had a dream. What was it?’ Ostensibly, it was an introduction to prose for college freshmen. It gave Sheri a chance to see who had talent and who didn’t. It was also one of Sheri’s ribald pleasures.

In the past she’d heard everything from childhood fantasies to aspirations for the future, both boring and lofty, and many that could only have been heavily drug induced. Frightening as it was, many were probably tales from real life. Once in a while, though, some brave soul would titillate everyone with a sexy story. These were Sheri’s favorites, and each year she hoped for something that she could copy and take to bed with her.

The ground rules were also simple, fair, and totally anonymous. One could make up anything they liked, without fear of embarrassment or reprisal.

Each had to be at least two pages in length and in any style the author chose. To further add to the anonymity, all submissions were to be e-mailed from a general account in the library. No one need ever know, if they chose to hide, who wrote what.

In reality, though, this wasn’t entirely true. Sheri could tell, by comparing writing styles of later works and a few other clues. She would soon know who wrote what. Giving them a false sense of anonymity, she’d learned long ago, brought out the true talent in those who had a gift. It was a sly ploy, and fraught with ulterior motives, but sound teaching none the less. The end justified the means, or so she rationalized to herself.

This year’s crop was of the usual sort, one was a boxer, another president, and still another was Cleopatra on her barge. The writing generally ranged from poor to acceptable, and Sheri was soon losing hope that anything special would arise. This all soon changed, for the sinfully delicious better, with the next three pages that she now had in her hand. This essay was marvelous, and so very dirty. Even the places that didn’t contain anything obscene left open the door to many smutty possibilities. She had to read the last two papers in her office the next morning. Thanks to these three pages, it had suddenly become a very busy night.

“I’ve read your work,” Sheri announced to her class. “Some were very good. And others were.... well, we have a long year ahead of us,“ she sighed. “As I usually do, I’d like to read some of those I found interesting. Then we can discuss some of the themes and literary devices before we jump into serious study.” The class groaned in mild opposition, but because she just had to know who wrote this dirty, dirty thing, she forged on.

“Here’s one I found particularly interesting,” her fingers clenched tighter on the paper. She still blushed when saying some of the things that were typed out on the pages in front of her. Courage, though, one must show courage as a teacher. She had to know.

She cleared her throat and read:

“I dreamed I was a showgirl in Vegas, in the early sixties. Back when the town was still alive with sins of all sorts,” she read with a flourish. “The Mob owned everything, of course, including me. I was beautiful in a land where mere beauty was nothing special.”

“Every night I bared most of my body for the sole purpose of making the guests want to gamble more. It was degrading, and I loved it. I was a toy for anyone who wanted to play with me, and could afford the price my owners set. After the shows, my hotel room would be filled with flowers and propositions. Some were from starry-eyed guests, but the ones that counted were the ones from the mobsters. They would ply me with gifts and money so they could use my body for their lewd and self-serving purposes, and I not only let them but I enjoyed it. I looked forward to it, in fact, for it made me useful in a town where everyone was expendable.” Sheri shifted in her chair ever so slightly, which was not entirely unnoticed by some in the class.

“On this particular night, I had just finished my show. My naked body was sweaty and what little costume I was allowed to wear was almost falling off me. I willingly stripped before all the other gorgeous women that I worked with. While I was showering, I paused just long enough to share a hot kiss with a brunette with a taste for women. She slid her fingers under my chin and turned my face towards her. With a knowing smile, she dipped her head, letting her lips cover mine. Intrigued, I drew her lower lip into my mouth, nibbling sensuously while I watched emotion come into her eyes. What the hell? My life was just one big party. Why not grab all I could, right?”

“I dressed and said my goodbyes for the night. Maybe I’d see one or two of the girls again before tomorrow, but even if I did we’d be busy by then and we all knew it.”

“Joey, they were all named Joey, caught me at the bar. This Joey was a short balding man who obviously thought his position required him to wear a three-piece suit, brutally knotted silk tie, and Old Spice after shave. I giggled at his jokes and batted my eyelashes on cue. Soon he was promising me the moon, and talked about my future in fairy tale terms. It was all part of the game. He invited me to a party in another hotel. He said I could meet some friends of his, producers who might take me to Hollywood with them. As usual, I didn’t buy any of this crap, but it always sounded so good. He bought me a few drinks, by the terms of The Big Mob Rule Book, and then we left in his big black Lincoln Town car.” Stopping there, she took a breath; more to see if anyone else knew where this was going, than anything else. It was always a dead giveaway with freshman.

“I spent the ride doubled over in the seat, his half inflated cock in my jaded mouth.” Shaking her head to show the proper amount of professional disgust, Sheri went on, “I worked him over like the pro I’d become. He did his part and pretended to enjoy it, while driving with the precision of a jet pilot. Ever the gentlemen, he waited while I’d retouched my smeared lipstick before we entered The Sands. Two extremely large men also in dark suits, showed us to a private elevator for the privileged. I winked at each as a form of tip, but Joey gave each of them cash.”

“In the elevator, Joey insisted that I strip down to my panties.” Sheri shifted again, for a second not caring who was watching, “It was like playing dress ups as a kid,” she went on, “with just as much consequence. In this town where the Devil was king, mere nudity was a cheap commodity.” That line still made her cheeks tingle a light crimson, even on the fourteenth reading.

“I was shown into a room full of leering eyes and groping hands. No one spoke directly to me, other than to ply me with more liquor or offer the most ignorant of advances. Men felt my body through my panties, both front and back, and generally handled me like the prized cow that I was.”

Sheri wanted so badly to scream,

“Who the hell wrote this? I must know!”

“I did indeed see one of the girls from my dance troupe there. She was wearing only the feathered headdress that we had used a few weeks before. She was kneeling on the floor, a cock in her mouth and one in each hand, like some bawdy recreation of a crucifixion. Unconsciously I only felt a twinge of envy for the attention she was receiving.” The teacher in her was impressed with the vocabulary, even on the fourteenth reading.

“It wasn’t long before some genius wanted to see me down on my knees next to her. With the customary killer smile, I took my place on the floor, tossing my wet panties to the wolves waiting to be serviced. As they step forward and fed me their cocks, I took each load of man cum with glee, filling my empty belly with the only calories I would have today. I was in my own private glory.” ‘Speaking of private glory’, Sheri mused in the back of her mind with a smile.

“Before the wild ass circus was over, both my colleague and I were flat on our backs, all for the taking by the men who protected Sodom and Gomorra. ‘I lost count of the number of cocks I had in my holes and soon grew numb to the mixed pain and pleasure both. It was all just a game, and I was just a pawn. I awoke the next morning alone in my room, and sticky with that film of debauchery I loved so much. I showered for another day at the office,” Sheri loved that metaphor.

The classroom was deadly silent as Sheri finished reading. As she squirmed slightly in her chair again, she could feel the sopping cotton of her panties against her thigh. She looked at the clock and with a warning look, reminded her pupils that the class should end soon.

“Does the author wish to identify him or herself?” Sheri asked, biting her lip against hope. No one moved or uttered a sound.

There was one spark of recognition, however. A cold and intense stare made it’s way across the room, slapping Sheri in the face with its force. It sprang from the eyes of Cody, a beautiful young man, or so Sheri thought when his dark blue eyes captured and held her attention. He kicked the bag of football gear at his feet, daring her to catch him. Sheri was shocked. It took several minutes for her to sort through the minefield of endless questions she knew she’d never get answers to.

“I dreamed I was a clown in a circus,” Sheri intoned, dropping her head into the next paper. The class giggled, desperate for a distraction. Sheri bit her lip and prayed she didn’t just start something. She had too much too lose. Besides a husband, she loved this job, and it’s perks.

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Despite all of Sheri’s good intentions, she couldn’t resist flirting with Cody. Every chance she got she bent over so he could see her tight little butt or lean over his desk so he could see down her blouse.

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The Fantasy

Part-2-of-4

A Quirk of Fate

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It had been a typical Wednesday night at the bar. A few regulars sat at the bar stools slowly drinking themselves into a stupor after a day’s work or whatever they do before they come in. A random table of coworkers still dressed in business attire drank their gin and tonics and laughed periodically throughout the night. There were a couple of ladies, maybe old friends reliving their younger days, who sat at the end of the bar who kept calling for my attention asking questions about women, sex, or whatever they thought could embarrass me with. They really didn’t faze me too much; I would flirt back every now and again or maybe fake a blush because I needed the tips. Other than that, it was pretty slow.
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I was attending UTA and trying to get a football scholarship, but in the mean time I needed to work and bartending was about as good of money as my friends were making, plus it provided some interesting stories and more than its share of ladies. I’d been bartended for about 2-weeks and was already pulling in more than my fair share of pussy. It was a little slow tonight though. Besides the bar waitresses, there wasn’t a whole lot of young and fresh faces to look at. About an hour before closing I stood sipping a coke, almost ready to start my closing chores early so I could get out of the place at a decent time.
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One guy had come in by himself earlier in the night and sat in the far corner, slowly drinking his vodka martinis, slightly dirty and slightly dry. He was dressed rather well, and by his taste in drink and his tipping I found it rather odd that he was by himself at this place instead of going to a place where there was a little more action. Regardless I didn’t mind his business on a slow night.
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I began stocking up beer for the next day and noticed him watching me. It was a little weird but I went on about my business stocking and breaking down the boxes. At last call he came up to the bar and ordered another drink. “Another Grey Goose martini bartender,” he said as he sat down, reaching for an ashtray.
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As I poured the vodka I said to him, “This is actually my favorite drink, to make and drink.” I figured I’d strike up a conversation since the guy was by himself and was tipping good, plus it gave me a reason not to check up on the ladies down at the end who by this time where getting a little more drunk and a little bolder with their comments. If they were about ten years younger and ten pounds lighter I might have offered them a ride home and see were that would lead, but for now I was going to figure this guy out.
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“Same here,” he said while taking the first drag of his cigarette. “I can only drink a few though, even though they go down like water.”
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“Well, that’s your third so you might want to watch yourself on your way home so you don’t get pulled over,” I said while putting the bottle back.
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“I need the extra courage I guess. I’ve got a little situation and it’s a little hard to bring up to someone you don’t really know,” he said while taking his first sip of the drink.
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I really didn’t like where this was headed. ‘Extra encouragement’ and ‘Situations’ might be okay if it is some blonde with blowjob lips and fuck me eyes, but not for guys. I decided to cut to the chase on this one, “What’s the situation?”

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“Well, my wife, Sheri and I have this fantasy and we need your help,” he said taking another drag off his smoke and putting it out little over half finished.
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“Hey buddy,” I interrupted, “I’m not really down with any funny stuff, I’m straight.”

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Good.” He said, “I’m not asking you for a threesome. My wife was a virgin when we got married and has never been with another man. Now she’s wonder what she missed and fantasies about fucking a stranger. I gave her my permission so she asked me to pick one out for her. That’s why I was kinda checking you out. You’re an attractive guy and I’m sure bartending has given you some experience so I know you won’t disappoint her. The only catch is that I get to watch, out of your way of course but still being able to view. I’ll even pay you.”
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I’m not above taking a few extra bucks for my services, might as make some money, but the fact that he offered money made me a little skeptical. His wife couldn’t be that good looking if he was putting up money for extra incentive. “I’ll tell you what, bring me a picture and I’ll consider it.”
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Smiling, he reached inside his jacket, pulling out a Polaroid. Flipping it on the bar upside down. I picked it up, turned it over, and almost lost it. Keeping my composure I put the picture back down on the bar and said I would gladly do it and had tomorrow night off. He wrote down the address on the back of a coaster and said be there around eight.
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After that, it was time to close so I excused myself and went about getting everybody to finish the drinks and out the door. Turning the lock, I went over to my bar waitress and said, “You are not going to believe this, but that guy offered me money to sleep with his wife.”
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“Are you going to do it, is she hot?”
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“Yeah, and guess what, she’s my English professor!”
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I couldn’t believe my luck. Some horny wife sends her husband out to find a stranger to play out their fantasy and spice up their sex life, and it turns out to be Mrs. Stroud. She had been a constant fantasy of mine since school started. Sheri was every horny student’s fantasy, probably most of the male faculty as well. She was tall, maybe about 5-foot 8 with red hair and major curves in the right places. A pair of full lips that were made to suck cock highlighted her beautiful face.
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When I flipped over the picture and saw her lying back on a bed, her legs slightly spread to give a hint at her red pubic hair and her hands lifting up slightly on her 36C breasts I almost cummed right there. I couldn’t believe my eyes, naked she was every bit as gorgeous as I’d imagined.

I kept replaying the image over in my head on the drive home. When I got there, I had to relieve myself and began jerking off remembering how she would bend over in front of my desk, her ass in perfect view. Or how she would lean over my desk when I would ask for her help, her blouse coming down to reveal two perfect white globes held back by her lacey bra.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I mean, I had numerous sexual encounters with beautiful women, had plenty of good sex, but nailing my English professor was in a league of its own. I drifted off thinking about all the nasty things I was going to do to Sheri.
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I arrived at their house at exactly eight the next night freshly showered and ready to fuck. The husband answered the door and invited me in. We went into the kitchen and he made a couple drinks. After telling me that his wife’s name is Sheri, he asked if everything was still okay and if I had any questions before I began.
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I told him no, but quick thinking on my part made was going to make the experience even more pleasurable. “Hey, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a little request,” I said. “How bout a little bondage to spice things up. You could go tied her to the bedposts and blindfold her. She’d probably go crazy with that shit.”
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“Good idea,” he said while raising his drink to meet mine. “We’ve been messing around with that stuff anyway.” He quickly finished his drink and headed upstairs. “Oh, before I forget, the money is in a envelope by the door,” he said.
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I finished my drink and savored the moment, giving the guy a little time to set things up. I got up and went to the bathroom, relieving myself and freshening up my breath with a mint. I dabbed a couple drops of cologne on my neck for luck and headed upstairs.
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I entered the dimly lit bedroom slowly. I almost couldn’t believe it. My English professor lay on the king-sized bed with both arms tied to a bedpost. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties and matching bra, her legs moving together gently with anticipation. She lifted her blindfolded head slightly when she heard me walk in but said nothing. I walked over to the side of the bed, passing a closet with the door ajar. I figured that was where her husband was. Since her husband was a voyeur, I made sure that he had a good view as I stripped. I don’t think he was disappointed as I stripped off my blue jeans and t-shirt. I've been told that I look like a Greek god. I'm 6-foot 3-inch, 220 lbs, with broad shoulders that tapered into narrower hips and a firm ass. This was topped off with wavy black hair, dark blue hair, and a killer smile.

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Mr. Stroud may have been straight, but I heard an audible gasp as I stripped off my underwear and turned to face the closet. He could see a trail that started above my navel and ended in my thick clump of dark pubic hair. But most impressive was my cock and balls. It’s uncut and thick. The outline of my big cock head is always visible and the tip is never completely covered by my foreskin. My size is almost as though I'm just starting to plump up, but that's the way I hung when soft. Even soft its 8-inch long and nice veined.

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Turning towards the bed, I leaned over and whispered in Sheri ’s ear, “Your going to love this, I promise.” I didn’t care if she recognized my voice; she was in too far already to back out.
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I started out by kissing her neck. She tensed up from the touch, the excitement building quickly her body. I worked my way down a little towards her neck. Her breasts were heaving and Goosebumps were forming on her legs. I was so excited that I wanted to rip off her bra and panties and fuck the shit out of her right then and there, but held back. Still kissing her neck, I put my hand on her stomach and I was surprised at its firmness.
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I moved on top of her, straddling …

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The Fantasy

Part-3-of-4

Full Filled

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I moved on top of her, straddling her waist. Kissing down her neck I came to her breasts that were still confined by her bra. I reached a hand out and gently kneaded them, using my thumbs to slowly manipulate her lace-covered nipples. I bent over and kissed her lips. Her breathing increased as I let my tongues slide between her lips. I lifted my lips off hers slightly as I continued to play with her breasts. I could feel her breathing getting quicker and heavier.
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To my delight her lacy bra had a clasp in the front. I unhooked it but left it covering her lovely breasts. Excitedly I moved down a little, given my mouth access to those fantastic breasts and at the same time running my hard dick over her panty-covered crotch. She moved her hips up to grind against me, letting out a slight moan. I pressed back down and began to slowly rotating my hips, while at the same time sucking at the sides of her breasts. Her movements caused her bra to slowly slip to the sides, uncovering what lay beneath. She had gorgeous breasts. I've literally never seen breasts so beautiful. So beautiful that I sat up and openly stared at my topless professor. Her breasts were round and firm, with perfect with delectable rosy nipples. They were the size of half dollars, and they extended outward nearly an inch in their excitement.
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I took both of her breasts in my hands and raised them upward, slowly kneading them. I lingered my thumbs at the bottom of her nipples before giving them a good run across, causing her to open her mouth and sigh. I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth, running my tongue over it and feeling it swell before I switched the other. I gave the same attention to the other side, slowly flicking it before sucking at it with pressure. I caused her to cry out when I gave her a little bite before lifting off.
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I began to detect the sweetest aroma in the world, aroused female. In haling and savoring the aroma, I decided to move my efforts lower. I leaned forward again, kissing her luscious lips. Raising her head, Sheri eagerly pressed her mouth against mine, encouraging me onward.

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When I gracefully I ran one of my hands down, over her flat stomach she sucked in her breath and held it. I reached the top of her panties and slid my fingers underneath the waistband. She tensed even more when my fingers came into contact with her well-trimmed bush. Prolonging the moment, I kept them there for a moment while I kissed her. Finally I eased my fingers downward until I touched her damp lips. I slid two fingers over her soaked pussy, curling them a little inside before running them back over her clit. Her lower body jumped up at the touch.
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I stopped kissing her and replaced my mouth with the fingers that had just been in her pussy. While she sucked on my juicy fingers and licked them with her tongue, I moved my other hand and continued to caress her clit. With all the buildup her first orgasm came fast. She moaned loudly as I pressed down and circled her clit, her juices providing easy lubrication for the movement. When her back arched, I caught one of her still erect nipples in my mouth, sucking greedily while her screams slowly subsided. After the waves of her first orgasm died down, I removed my hand and put my fingers in her mouth so she could taste more of herself. She was in heat and eagerly sucked the fingers like she was sucking cock.
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The picture of her sucking my fingers reminded me of how incredibly aroused I was. Shifting upwards on her body, I placed the head of my erect cock inches from her mouth. Knowing what was coming, Sheri lifted her head and kissed my engorged head. Opening her mouth, she guided my swollen cock into her mouth. As those wonderful lips wrapped around my thick head, inside her tongue was swirling around. Eagerly, I inched feeding her more of my cock, her breath coming from her nose tickled my shaft. I shifted forward again and started moving my hips slowly back and forth, slowly fucking her hot mouth. As my rhythm increased so did her breathing. Each stroke went deeper and deeper until finally I could feel the head of my cock bumping the back of her throat.
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My balls were clinching up so I knew that my own orgasm was not far behind. I think she could tell to, because her lips clamped down tighter as her mouth pistoned up and down my rigid shaft. When I could hold out no longer, my balls exploded shooting globs of hot cum into her mouth. The first couple blasts were strong and went right down her throat, causing her to gag a little, but she caught her breath and continued to milk out the remaining contents. When I took my cock slowly out of her mouth, some remaining cum leaked out and onto her lips. She lapped it up eagerly like she hadn’t been fed in months.
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After my release from her mouth, I was ready to turn my efforts back on her. I couldn’t resist going for her hot little pussy that I had always fantasying about for weeks. After giving some attention to her fantastic nipples, I shifted a little lower and planted a kiss on her smooth stomach. Her head thrashed helpless from side to side as my lips lightly traced the curves of her belly. As if she were made of the most delicate glass, I swept my lips over her. Elegantly erotic, their fragile caress had her hot blood surging under her skin, heating it, sensitizing it until she thought she’d die from the sheer pleasure.

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Her head fell back and a whimper escaping her lips as I continued my lazy explorations with patient lips. I felt her excitement shiver through her body as I moved his lips lower down her body. When I got to her hips, I gave each side a sloppy kiss as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her lacy panties. As I pulled down on her lacy underwear, Sheri bent her knees and raised her butt off the bed to make it easier to remove them. I pressed her legs together and ran my fingertips over the bottom of her ass up towards her knees. Looking down, I saw her neatly trimmed auburn blush and her pink pussy glistening with anticipation.

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I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her knees back a little, and placed myself between them. She had a beautiful pussy. Leaning forward, I planted a light kiss right at the top of her pubic mound, and then I took the time to really look at it. Almost reverently, I lovingly worked the folds of her pussy open with my fingers to examine her more closely. Her inner lips were swollen with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips. To prolong the sensation as long I could, I moved away from her pussy and began to lightly kiss and lick the insides of her thighs. Switching from one side to the other, I bathed my senses in the silken feel of her velvety flesh, the taste of her light perfume, the aroma of the sexual excitement pouring from her frothy pussy.

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Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted Sheri ’s bottom off the bed and began to kiss those firm globes, occasionally nipping them lightly with my teeth. She was trembling with excitement and, I believe, a little frustration. She wanted my mouth on her pussy. I wanted her to wait and build up her expectations, so I continued to tease her.

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"Oh god," she moaned, "don't tease me like that."

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“What do you want?” I laughed.

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"You know what I want,” she whimpered, “... please."

"Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you say it,’ I teased.

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She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating slightly as she sought to press her pussy against my face. She did not want to say the words, but I was determined to make her say them. I continued to kiss and nip the area all around her now superheated pussy lips without contacting it directly.

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"Lick me," she begged so I licked the inside of her thigh.
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"Nooooo ... lick my … lick ... lick my ..."
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"Lick your what?"
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"Lick my ... pussy," she finally gasped.

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I immediately moved my mouth over her slit, which was now leaking a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant. As I watched, it oozed from the base of her pussy slowly down the crack of her ass, leaving a shiny trail across her tightly puckered ass-hole. The strong, musky aroma of her sex was like a narcotic for me, and one that I had gone too long without. I began to slowly, but very firmly massage her delicate lips with my tongue, working first one side and then the other. Sheri indicated her pleasure by pushing her hips up off the bed forcing it tighter against my face.

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As I continued the tongue massage Sheri began to make an almost pitiful mewling sound from deep in the back of her throat. I thought she was going to cum right then and I hadn't even gotten to her clit yet. The scene reminded me so much of the many times I had done this to Lana that I almost began to weep.
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Sheri ’s head was flopping from side to side and even though her wrists were tied, she franticly …

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The Fantasy

Part-4-of-4

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Sheri’s head was flopping from side to side and even though her wrists were tied, she franticly grabbed two handfuls of bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a real challenge for me to stay with her. Her breathing was ragged between clenched teeth as her first orally induced orgasm approached.

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I was still working her slit with my tongue, causing her to lift her hips off the bed to stay with me. I was also using the index finger of my right hand along with my tongue to very gently caress her slit as I carefully avoided her clit. Her own juices and my saliva had combined to make a real swamp out of her pussy. A small puddle was forming on the bed beneath her ass. I was wallowing in the taste and aroma of her feminine flesh, and her moans became a symphony of sexual thirst.
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She was squealing her pleasure now, her head moving from side to side on the pillow. In between squeals she was mumbling about how good it felt and how close she was to cumming. Removing my finger, I switched tactics and began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner pussy lips. Now brushing her clitoral ridge, without touching the hypersensitive tip, on each pass. Occasionally, I would use the flat of my tongue to lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the thicker outer lips, using my fingers to expose the area I was attacking with my mouth. She began to cum, her whole body tensing then relaxing, then tensing again as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. As soon as I felt her start to cum, I immediately began to flick the head of her very erect, very large clit with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue. Sheri screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad the windows were closed or else the whole neighborhood would have been able to hear her.

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My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off a little and let her come down. Still maintaining contact with my tongue and lips, but avoiding direct contact with her clit for the moment. I notice that her clit had retracted back into its folds of skin, though the flesh was still firm and erect underneath its protective covering. Her body was still undulating, though not with the force of a few moments ago. Judging from her posture, she apparently thought I was done.

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Once again I started massaging her outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time, I added something new. Using the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I probed her depth, pressing upward; searching for what I knew would be there. And finally finding it, that little knot of flesh buried beneath her vaginal roof, better known as the G-spot. From the way that she was acting, I was pretty sure that she had never been given a g-spot orgasm before, and I meant to show her what that experience was like. Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my fingertips, pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my tongue to firmly, yet gently, caress the area along either side of her clitoral ridge, thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once.

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"Oh, god ... that's good. What are you doing? ... I've never felt anything like this ... Oh yeah… finger fuck me ... lick my clit ... make me cum… " Sheri began moaning and mumbling snatches of words and phrases. Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as much of her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to spend a little time at her clit and a little time probing deep in her slit. Within moments, it seemed, though it must have been about four minutes or so, Sheri was at the edge of a mind shattering g-spot orgasm. I suddenly felt her body tense and again, her next orgasm hit hard and fast, her thighs clamping shut as to not let my tongue leave her clit. Suddenly she’s spurting a jet of womanly fluid into my waiting mouth. I clamped my mouth over the opening and continued to work her g-spot, milking her of her cum, not a drop of which escaped me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque fluid streamed past my lips. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and licked off the thick coating of her lubricant which had accumulated on them.

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Giving her pussy a last, lingering, kiss, I moved off the bed and wiped my mouth of her juices. Standing back, I admiring her flushed body, her breasts still heaving. Her crotch area was completely soaked, her short curly hair wetted together. A small circular wet spot lay underneath her ass. I wondered what I should go for next, since my cock was again extremely hard. I remembered how I had longed to fuck her every day in class, but now that I had her I felt like I had all the time in the world to enjoy her body.

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As I started to untie her, I told Sheri to flip over onto her stomach. I quickly retied her wrists and told her to arch her ass into the air. Her ass was shapely and firm, just the way I liked them. I reached between her legs and stroked her wet bush, letting the middle two fingers slide inside her. I slowly worked her, keeping her in an excited state. Her soft breathing was increasing a little again, and I figured I would give her a treat. I think it surprised her a little to feel my hands on her waist as I positioned her ass so that it was more available to me. Then my hands went back to her ass, kneading it gently before suddenly lifting my hand.
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’Smack!’

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My hand returned with some force, spanking her ass. Even if a girl isn’t into pain... a well-timed spank will send her skin into a glowing pleasure zone can be amazing. I withdrew his hand once more...
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’Smack.”

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Again my hand returned, again her pain-pleasure threshold was being delightfully threatened. Again, I withdrew my hand.
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’Smack, Smack, Smack!’

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Again and again I spanked her, again and again she uttered sharp moans as my hand struck her. My fingers danced over her ass as I smacked her getting closer and closer to her now dripping pussy. With one final strike, two fingers delved between her legs and into her, probing her pussy. The combination of the spanking, the fingering, her being tied and blindfolded sent her into overdrive. She screamed with pleasure, begging me to fuck her and to fuck her hard.

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Now that I was finished, I leaned down and started kissing her crimson butt cheeks. As I continued to lick and kiss her shapely butt, I reached between her legs and started manipulating her with my fingers. My tongue moving closer to her tight puckered asshole caused her to let out a low soft moan. She was so excited as my tongue began to snake towards her pink starred ring that she couldn’t keep her little butt still. She almost cummed when my tongue finally came into contact with her little pink star. I looked up and saw her head resting sideways on the pillow, her mouth open gasping for breathe. I went right back to work, moving my tongue in circles around the middle, every now and again stiffening my tongue as it ran over the center.
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My hand working her pussy was now completely soaked with her female juices. Adding a second finger, I increased the tempo. At the same time I started flicking my tongue faster, opening up her tight little asshole in the process. Her breathing had now turned into a pant, and she was starting to squirm her ass backwards to meet my tongue and allow me better access.

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I was now working her ass with my tongue full force, and was working her pussy with two fingers. In about thirty seconds she was exploding again. She let out a high pitch scream of pure joy as another wave of orgasm washed over her. “Oh god,” she screamed, “That feels so good, don’t stop, …and oh fuck, oh god Uggh.” As her orgasm peaked her asshole puckered up, trying to keep my tongue inside. Her pussy was gushing juice and soaking my hand. Finally it was over, and she let out an animal like groan as her body collapsed onto the bed, spent after such duration of high tension.
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While Sheri might have been satisfied for the moment, my erection was at full mast and raring to go. The sight of my professor poised for doggie style, her asshole glistening with my spit, her pussy soaked and swollen was too much for me. I positioned myself behind her and grabbed her by the hips. I ran my cock along her wet pussy, feeling the wetness and warmth. I used my tool to play with her awhile, sticking the tip in and out, not giving her the full shaft. Her body once again awakened, and she started moving back to meet me. This caused my cock to go further inside her, almost halfway. “God you feel fucking awesome,” I told her. With this encouragement she slammed her ass back taking my full length in. I pushed her back letting her know who was going to dictate the pace. I continued to only allow a few inches in, slowly rocking back and forth.
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She began to whimper a little, so I notched the head between her engorged pussy lips and inserted the whole thing in one long stroke. Sheri groaned with pleasure as she felt the last few inch push home. She ground her hips against my belly in a slow, sensuous circle. God her pussy felt great as she gripped my cock, using her interior vaginal muscles to work my more sensitive surfaces. "C'mon you bastard, fuck me harder. My pussy's like a firecracker and its gonna blow any second!"
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The tip of my cock still between her soft lips and loving its warm wet haven, I slid in again. Teasing her, I moved leisurely in and out, making sure to bury my erection to my balls with every stroke, slowly withdrawing every time. Then reaching around her, I roughly grabbed her breasts and rolled her stiff nipples between my fingers. As I kissed the nape of her neck, I increased my pace and began to really slam my throbbing cock into the depths of her soaking wet pussy as hard as I could. Sheri helped by franticly pushing back as hard as she could as I stroked her depths. We were both breathing in grunts and squishing, as slapping noises filled the room. I could tell by her grunts that Sheri loved every minute of it. She had one hand between her legs stroking her clit for all she was worth, occasionally reaching back to stroke my slick, wet cock as I continued to viciously pound her depths. We were blind to everything around us, concentrated on our individual and combined pleasure, fucking for all we were worth. Sheri was cumming continuously.

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As I felt the cum churning around in my balls, my strokes came faster and faster, both our bodies were dripping with sweat. I tried to hold out as long as possible, but Sheri started crying out again, “Fuck…oh…fuck me…yes…oh…oh….” As she cummed I couldn’t contain the movement in my balls any longer, three strong spurts shot deep inside her. I withdrew, jacking off the rest all over her ass. My white sperm dripping out of her pussy, the rest running down her ass, I laid down at the foot of the bed looking skyward to catch my breath.

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Exhausted, Sheri lay motionless, breathing like she’d just finished a marathon. Standing up, I wrapped my fingers cruelly in her auburn hair and twisted her face towards me. Then with a chuckle, I callously wiped off my cum covered cock off on her. Giving her luscious body one last look, I picked up my clothes and went into their bathroom to towel off. I got dressed and came out. I noticed that Sheri had not moved an inch, her body moving up and down slowly while her breathing returned to normal. A puddle of her juices and my cum had formed on the bed where her pussy was laying. I gave a glance over towards the closet and saw that it was open a little wider now.
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Giving Sheri one last swat on her naked butt, I gave a little salute towards her husband in the closet and headed back downstairs, grabbed my money, and drove home where I showered and shot off another load in honor of Sheri. As I was masturbating, I wondered how I was going to react when I attended Sheri’s class tomorrow.

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spankings----part-1-of-1

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Spankings

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I don’t like to brag but I’m an absolute knockout with my 5-foot 5-inch tall petite body. I’ve got shoulder length kind of a strawberry blonde hair that frames my gorgeous face with my perfect complexion. There isn't a flaw on it. I’ve had guys stare all day into my lovely blue eyes and never get tired of looking at my beauty.

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I was not really what you would call a redhead, yet close to it. My hair has a slightly natural reddish tint to it, that's why people call it a strawberry blonde color. My hair is always perfect, that is to say, it’s never out of place. My breasts are nothing more than average, about a thirty-six C, but like the rest of me they're perfect too. My lovely breasts are firm and full, the type that men are always dying to caress, squeeze and of course suck on.

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Behind all this is my Angelina Jolie butt. I know there are a lot of guys out there who just love Angelina Jolie, and the way her tight little shapely butt swishes along like it had a life all its own. I'm here to tell you having a butt like that definitely has its drawbacks. I'm nineteen, 2-years removed from high school, but the men in my life still treat me like I'm a 12-year old brat. That is to say they use any excuse, and I mean any excuse, to take me over their knee and spank my shapely young hinny long and hard and often.
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First there's Daddy. He's told me that as long as I'm living under his roof, I will be subject to his rules and that included spankings. His spankings are bare butt spankings that never fail to leave my poor little bottom looking as if I'm wearing a pair of tight bright red shorts. The way I look at it, it's got to be my butt, or otherwise, it would be my two sisters, fourteen and seventeen, getting spanked. They get in just as much trouble as I do. We'll almost as much, and get away with only getting their panties lowered maybe every three months. Yours truly gets it three or four times a month, minimum. I mean there have been weeks when my fanny has been reddened four times. Let's face it folks, that's every other day even if you failed math.
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Not to digress but I do like my shapely little hinny and the reason I do doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out. It's because the boys all love it. I just wish they’d prefer to pat or squeeze or fondle it, but they almost always end up spanking it.
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Case in point, my boyfriend, Shawn; he was so sweet in the beginning. He'd give me these little pats of love once in awhile and I gotta tell you they always got my juices flowing. One Saturday night when I got home an hour after curfew, that all changed. Yes, Daddy has also given me a curfew. I figured I'd be doing some time over Daddy's knee, but the thing I never suspected was that he'd invite Shawn to watch.
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There I was, my shapely little bare ass jutting up across Daddy's knee like I was asking for a good old-fashioned spanking. Shawn was sitting 4-feet away and very interested I might add. Daddy works in the steel mill and he's got a hand that's hard and calloused and can sure light a fire in a naughty girl’s fanny. As soon as he started smacking my bare butt, I was squirming and bucking over his lap. Whether I liked it or not, I just know Shawn was watching and enjoying the show. When I glance over my shoulder at him, he's mesmerized. Every wobble, every jiggle, and every bounce of my poor butt was right there before his eyes for him to savor and enjoy.
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All of a sudden Daddy stopped and turned toward Shawn. What happened next was so humiliating I can hardly tell you about it. Daddy lifted me up off his lap and told Shawn to slide over and take over. I could have just died. My sore bottom was already cherry red, but that wasn't the thing that drove me up the wall. Shawn! My sweet loving Shawn was gonna take over for Daddy and spank the living daylights out of my very bare butt. I'm here to tell you Shawn must have watched Daddy's technique because he like to set my butt cheeks on fire. There were tears flowing down my cheeks and I was blubbering like a three year old when Shawn finally rolled me off his knee and onto the floor.
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For the next few minutes all I could do was lie on my belly and try to rub some of the pain out of my pretty little hinny. When I looked up I saw Daddy and Shawn standing there with this big grins on their face like they'd just won the lotto.

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In the weeks that followed Shawn became not only my lover but also an avid spanking fan. Daddy and Shawn use to sit around drinking beer, and thinking up reasons to spank me. After two or three joint spankings, they were good buddies. There was so much camaraderie between them that after my spanking, Daddy told Shawn that he could take me to my bedroom and fuck me. It was sort of like a bonus/reward for the spanking he gave me.

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I think the most days in a row that I went without having my tight little butt attended to was seven and that was only because Shawn was off with the National Guard.

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Upon Shawn’s return, he and Daddy were joined by Uncle Josh, and with the three of them taking turns, I got it every night for a solid week. Once the three of them banded together, I was no longer allowed to wear clothes in the house. I think that my seventeen year-old-sister, Sandra a slightly younger and blonder version of me was destined to soon join our ranks of fun and games. After I was forced to start running around the house naked, I noticed that she started taking quite an interest in watching me. Often, when I’d look up she would be lurking in the background watching me with lust-filled eyes, getting my little bottom spanked.

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Uncle Josh is a bachelor. After the first time he spanked me, it was soon obvious that he just loved spanking a tight little shapely butt like mine. I was looking through his video library once and I found a whole collection of Angelina Jolie tapes. I mean the man must have every piece of tape the lady ever made. Right next to those was a couple of tapes without a label. Knowing my uncle wasn't due home for another hour I put one in and (you guessed it) there was this guy spanking the daylights out of a young woman dressed like a catholic schoolgirl, knee sox, plaid skirt, and white blouse. Her panties were down around her ankles and her butt was bright red and getting redder. The guy was using this little paddle that must have stung something fierce judging from the way the girl was bawling and thrashing around across his lap. The funny thing was I started getting turned on watching her get it. I even put my hand down my pants and started playing with myself. Naturally, thanks to Murphy’s Law just as I got my hand in my pants, that's when Uncle Josh walked in.

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When Uncle Josh saw that besides meddling with his stuff, I had my hand in my pants he angrily grabbed my hair and physically threw me across his lap. I struggled but my wrists were quickly penned behind my back and my pants were being pulled done. Uncle Josh spanked as hard as Daddy. Despite my thrashing and bucking in his lap, my eyes were brimming over with tears and my butt glowed a cherry red.

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When he finished spanking me, Uncle Josh began removing my clothes. Once I was stripped, he started running his fingers between my legs in a very un-uncle like manor. Not once did I try to stop him. My crotch was soaking wet, and my built up sexual tension was tremendous. My juices were flowing from only his touch. I was beginning to think that I was allowing his advances on my body because he I caught me in the act of what I thought was something dirty or nasty. Was I letting him do this in hopes that what he saw would be our secret? Was this payment for his silence? I wasn't really sure. He wasn't saying anything. It was kind of like blackmail, I thought. I wondered how far he would go.
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As I lay across his lap, he continued fondling my breasts and probing my crotch. Then as he slid me off his lap and down on my knees, he said, “Take my cock out and suck it for me."

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With a scared look on my face, I stammered, “I don’t do that." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here I was a gorgeous young 19-year old woman that had never had a cock in my mouth. "I don't even do that for my boyfriend. We just have intercourse, but I never put him in my mouth."
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"Then,” he said, “It's about damn time you learn to try new things and how to enjoy different feelings your body can give you. There are many ways to have sex. All of them can be pleasurable. You just have to let yourself go and experienced them. And what's this "intercourse" talk? Say what you mean. You just like to fuck and that's it. Your boyfriend obviously isn’t satisfying you, if you have to masturbate here in my house."
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The embarrassment came back over me as he mentioned what he’d caught me doing. As I watched, Uncle Josh unbuckled his trousers and dropped them to the floor. "Now c'mon, you little bitch, take my cock and put it in your mouth." He looked down at me for a moment, and then pulled his underwear down exposing his already hard 8-inch cock. As I looked up at him, he placed the head of his cock against my lips. "Go ahead, don't be afraid. Do it." Nervously my mouth opened and I tentatively took in about two inches. "Put your tongue on it and lick,” he whispered. While I did as I was told, Uncle Josh grabbed my head and pushed a little more of his cock in.

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While I sucked on him, Uncle Josh was slowly feeding me more of his cock. I was really getting turned on and was actually giving him a pretty good blowjob for a first timer. "That's it baby," he moaned. "You’re a great cocksucker. Your mouth is so warm and wet and seeing your beautiful face in my crotch sucking my cock is such a turn on.

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I pulled him out of my mouth for a second and smiled, "I didn't think I would like it, but I do." Then I took him back in and started sucking him faster and deeper. Bobbing my head up and down on his stiff shaft, I was delighted to feel it hit the back of my throat. The viscous pre-cum that oozed out of the slit at the tip of his cock felt slippery and delicious on my tongue. As I sucked away, I fondled his balls.

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“Ooooooh,” gasped Uncle Josh, seemingly about to faint from the pleasure my hot, wet mouth was giving him. Digging his fingers into my shoulders, “I’m cumming!” and then with muffled scream, his hard cock let go of blast after blast of hot cum down my throat.

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Later that night lying on my bed, on my belly, I could still feel the heat rising from my hinny. Not only had Uncle Josh given me a real butt burner of a spanking, but also he'd called my Dad and Shawn and told them that he’d caught me snooping in his stuff. He’d kept his part of our unspoken agreement though; he’d told them about my snooping but not about my playing with myself or about giving him a blowjob. When I got home Dad and Shawn were waiting for me. I had to take a turn over both their knees before I was allowed to race upstairs and after sitting in a cold sink full of water for five minutes lie face down on my bed.
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The funny thing was that thinking about all my spankings got me all turned on again. Come to think of it, having a butt just like Angelina Jolie is not such a bad thing after all.

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man----part-1 thur 4-of-4

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Becoming a Man

Part-1-of-4

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“Geez, Mom! Can’t you just forget about this?” my son groaned for the thousandth time. He’d been doing it for the better part of a month now. In addition, he would be doing it for the rest of the week. Of course, by the end of the weekend there would be a lot more groaning.
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Call it old fashioned, but some things just should not go by unnoticed. My son, Kevin, was the last in his group of friends to turn 18-and I thought there should be a party. Notice I said, ‘I thought’ not ‘Kevin thought.’ Kevin thought I should leave things alone. However, I knew there had to be some rite of passage into formal adulthood and not knowing or having a clue, I decided a party would be in order.
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The problem was, without any adult male influence, I had no idea what was socially acceptable. My husband, Kevin’s Dad, had been killed several years earlier by a drunk driver. It was a difficult time for Kevin and I, but over time, we adjusted to the situation. The hard part was my having a teen son and no husband or father to guide him. Fortunately, my sister and her husband, Rachael and Gary, were very helpful and lived in town. It was not uncommon for me to ask, or have them offer advice in what was in the best interest of their nephew. Fortunately for Kevin, Gary interceded on this occasion as well.
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“You know, 18-year old boys aren’t really into parties. At least not the kind you’re telling me about,” I heard Gary say over the phone.
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“But I want to do something,” I whined.
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“How about a compromise?” he offered.
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“Like what?”
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“Well maybe something a little more adult oriented. I mean you are talking about marking the so-called passage from child to adult right?” he asked.
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“Yes.”
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“Well maybe it’s just me, but if I were 18 and had to have a party, I would want it to be something cool. A guy type thing, and something they would all remember for the rest of their lives,” my brother-in-law told me.
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“I’m not sure I understand.”
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“Well, “he started, “I’m not sure how to explain it delicately.”
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“Just tell me what you think,” I practically begged. I had no idea that what I had offered to Kevin as a good will gesture was about to do more harm than good, but I was beginning to understand
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“Most boys, young men if you will, have a set idea of what a guy party should be, a male bonding sort of thing. I would just think that something like that might go over better with Kevin,” Gary tried to explain.
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“Gary, I love you and Rachael and appreciate all the help and advice, but I honestly have no idea what you are trying to tell me,” I said into the phone. I could feel the awkwardness in Gary’s voice and I didn’t understand. “I’m not a prude, Gary just tell me what you’re thinking.”
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“Try this. Offer to take Kevin and his friends to our cabin up at the lake. Get some beer and then stay out of their way. They will do the rest on their own.”
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“Oh, I see,” I said as the bright light finally came on.
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“I’m sorry, I know how you must feel about people drinking, but you asked and that’s one of the things a young guy equates with becoming a man,” Gary said, as if to explain.
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“Gary, I have no problem with people drinking. In fact, I like the idea because it will allow me to show Kevin and his friends how to drink responsibly. Yeah, I know I got on the bandwagon about drunk driving, but that was driving, not sitting in one place drinking. I like it. I like it a lot,” I told my brother-in-law.
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“There is just one other thing. Something maybe I could provide to help, but again, I’m not sure how you would feel about it.”
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“Please.”
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“Well young guys and hormones and… Aw, shit, they’ll find it anyway, Paige. In the back of one of the entertainment center cabinets is a rather extensive selection of adult DVDs. I wouldn’t be too surprised if they ended up watching them too.”
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“Oh, really?”
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“Yeah. Well guys are guys, and sometimes when the guys and me go up, we don’t actually go fishing. We tend to sit around the cabin drinking and watch, well, that stuff,” Gary told me.
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“And Rachael know about this?” I asked teasing now.
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“Uh. No, she doesn’t. She thinks that when we come back empty handed that the fish weren’t biting. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention it to her.”
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“Empty handed, huh? Gary, you must think I’m an old spinster for God’s sake. Don’t mention alcohol. Don’t mention porn or sex in front of poor old Paige,” I laughed.
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Gary had a nervous laugh of his own. “Well I just wasn’t sure is all.”
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“Well for your information, sir, I’m a lot more open minded than you give me credit for. Maybe a bit out of practice and not up on things, but not a spinster or a prude,” I informed Gary, thinking that if anyone was a prude it was his wife Rachael.
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“Sorry, just my conditioning you know.”
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“No, I don’t,” I teased.
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“I just think Rachael would have a cow if she knew what me and the guys were doing up there. In fact she’ll have a cow about you letting the boys party there too,” he said.
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“Maybe we just shouldn’t tell her then. She can’t fret about what she doesn’t know about.”
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“That’s true.”
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After I talked to Kevin, he was feeling a little better about the party plans. I didn’t tell him everything, but I told him he should find friends that would be able to spend the weekend at his Uncle’s cabin at the lake.
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Being the ever-prepared person that I am, I drove out to the cabin Friday morning with some supplies. Another conversation with Gary about beer produced the idea of a keg, albeit convenient since Gary told me there was a can cut to hold one at the cabin. I made a mental note to ask Gary more about his activities at the lake. I had a feeling him and his friends very seldom caught any fish.
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Being a typical woman, while waiting for the keg to be delivered, I used the time to clean up a bit. I could tell that it was a ‘guy’ place and after seeing it, I realized that my influence on Kevin had been slightly off. Like many single mothers, in an effort to guide and shelter him, I was basically stripping away his maleness. Looking around I found nothing but the essence of men. The place was furnished with just the basic necessities, worn furniture, chipped and stained tables, and not a mirror in any room except the bathroom. In fact, other than some antlers and a couple of ‘signs’ on the wall, there was no decoration or theme whatsoever.
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I actually laughed when I first looked at the room, all dressed in male shabbiness, except for one item. That being a big screen TV. It was obviously the focal point of the room. There was a satellite box hook-up and after finding the remote between too cushions on the sofa I turned it on.
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Yeah. This was a guy hang out. With no one expecting me, or any other female, to turn the TV on to find it on a satellite porn channel. Empty handed. It was funnier now than when Gary had said it the week earlier. DVDs. Gary mentioned that too. Being the nosy woman that I am, I began to open doors to the entertainment center. At first, all I saw were typical guy movies, lots of violence and such. Looking in the back, I found the more interesting ones. Not very well hidden, obviously prim Rachael didn’t spend much time at the lake.
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I pulled the DVD disc out of the case and stuck it in the player. Unlike the fairly soft-core stuff on the satellite dish, the scenes, or at least previews were down and dirty, hardcore porn. I watched with mild amusement at the scene that began. I was immediately amazed at how far porn movies had come since the early ones my husband and I had watched early in our marriage. No, still not Hollywood quality scripts, but the clarity and detail were amazing.
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Contrary to my brother-in-laws belief, I’m not a prude. The only reason I didn’t date or remarry after my husband’s death was to keep from trying to fit a new person into Kevin’s life. Yes, I still thought about sex, but didn’t stray too far from the trusty toys well hidden in my nightstand. However, the sudden, blatant images of carnal lust on the screen were beginning to takes their toll on me. I could feel myself becoming aroused and suddenly wishing I were the porn actress on the screen being thoroughly fucked by the impressive stud servicing her. I had watched the progression from momentary foreplay (must be where men get the idea not much is needed), to oral and then to the required various positions of fucking. I knew that the cum-shot would be soon and for some reason, I was transfixed waiting for it to happen. I watched and waited and… Shit, the delivery truck arrived.
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I quickly turned off the TV and went to the door. I directed the man to put the keg on the back porch, where Gary had the tub ready. Apparently he really did spend a lot of time at the lake. Looking at my watch I finished straightening the cabin and then made my way back to the city. Unfortunately as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get the lusty scenes from the movie out of my mind. I found myself so horny that I did something I hadn’t in years.
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On the way home I stopped at the convenience store and bought a carton of cigarettes. I was only going to buy one pack, but the smart shopper in me kicked in when the clerk told me they were cheaper by the carton. I hadn’t smoked much since my husband had died. He was actually the one with the smoking fetish and after our years together, I equated smoking to sex and vice versa. Thinking the smoke would calm me down; I light one up as soon as I got back in the van. I found that the old quivering feeling came back on the first drag. I was light-headed and horny as a teenaged boy…. Crap, the boys.
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I rushed home to find Kevin and his friends assembled and waiting. I knew all of Kevin’s friends that were going to the lake that weekend. All seemed to be nice guys that had been to the house many times before. In all, there would be seven boys, excuse me, young men. I just hoped I had enough supplies.
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The guys loaded up in the van and I turned around and headed back to the lake. I was a ‘cool’ Mom and the guys made small talk and kidded each other on the way, listening to their favorite station on the radio. I decided on the way I had better set some ground rules for the weekend.
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”Okay, guys. Here’s the deal. Once we get to the lake, you’re on your own. The only thing I ask is if you leave the area or anything, you let me know. And if you’ve been drinking, you stay at the cabin.”
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“What?” Kevin asked, more than confused.
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Becoming a Man

Part-2-of-4

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“I just don’t want you wandering off drunk or anything. And if you make a mess, clean it up. I’m not the maid. I’m the chauffeur,” I laughed.
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“How would we get drunk?” Kevin asked. It was so quite in the van now.
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“From the beer,” I replied nonchalantly.
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“What beer?”
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“Oh, didn’t I tell you? It’s a present from Uncle Gary,” I lied, “There’s a full keg chilling on the back porch as we speak.”
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“But Mom…” Kevin started. I knew what he was thinking. It was the same thing Gary thought.
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“Kevin, you and your friends will eventually drink alcohol. In and of itself, that’s not a bad thing. But unlike the man that killed your father, I want you to learn to drink responsibly. That means you drink at home, and don’t do anything, and I mean anything, that will put you or someone else at risk. Clear?” I asked.
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“Yeah, I understand,” replied Kevin, still a little confused.
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“And that means that if you get drunk and throw up on the floor this weekend or do something crazy, you clean it up and you live with the hangover. But the key is live with it, okay?”
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“Sure, Mom,” sighed Kevin.
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Kevin had never been to the cabin, and he and his friends were fairly impressed with the place. I’d already staked out the large bedroom as mine and told the boys they would have to figure out their own arrangements.
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After settling in, I found the boys all wandering around to the back of the cabin laughing and talking about taping the keg of beer. Yes, Gary was right. Nevertheless, I needed to show them that responsibility thing.
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“Later, boys, first we eat. Trust me, you don’t want to get drunk on an empty stomach,” I advised. “Okay, you can have beer with your meal I guess.” A round of ‘cool” was all I heard. I suddenly liked my newfound popularity with my son and his friends.
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I had a couple of the guys start a fire on the built in brick grill and brought out some steaks. I fixed a simple steak and potato meal that I hoped would buy some time before they all got drunk.
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It actually was fun being there. For a moment, I felt like one of the ‘guys’ instead of one of the Moms. They were having fun and when one of the boys spilled something on his shirt and let out a quick and authoritative “fuck”, the pin-drop silence from the van came back as almost every eye turned towards me and then all looked down. “Sorry dude, I know she’s your Mom and all, but shit, I’d love …

I couldn’t help it and started laughing. This only brought the eyes back up as they looked at me. Maybe it was my own serving of alcohol or just the general mood of the late afternoon.

“Okay boys…” I started and then stopped, looking at the combined group of fearful faces. “Anyone here under 18?” I asked. Of course not and I knew that, but I had a point to make.

“Regardless of the laws in this state on the drinking age, every one of you is now old enough, by law, to join the military and fight for our countries freedom. In my book, if you can die for your country, you should be able to drink, okay? In my book you are all adults now and with it comes certain privileges.” There was a mumbled understanding of what I was saying, but they still didn’t get it. I obviously had to be a bit more blunt.
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“Any of you ever heard of George Carlin? Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits,” I said from memory. All seven faces went pale before I explained. “It’s from a comedy thing George Carlin did about words you can’t say on TV. You boys, no you men, sorry, have all heard these words and said these words, and you know what, so have I. So for the rest of this weekend, or for that matter whenever I’m around, please don’t make me feel like the outsider because you’re afraid of shocking or offending me. If it weren’t for fucking, none of you would be here anyway.”
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I thought it was all over then. I blew my coolness on them, trying to fit in and treat these boys as men. Maybe they weren’t ready for it. I looked down at my plate and was on the verge of some sort of nervous, mental, emotional, traumatic episode when a voice from the group saved me.
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“Fucking A!”
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The instant burst of laughter from the others and me instantly broke the tension, and as quickly as I thought all was lost, all was once again well. I did make a mental note at the smile on Kevin’s face and gave him a wink.
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After dinner, and being a woman and a mom, I forced the guys to help me clean up. As I said, I was trying to fit in and while sitting on the back porch I reached into my purse and pulled out my smokes. All these boys knew me, and knew, or thought I didn’t smoke. They watched as I took a drag and smoothly blew the smoke back out.
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Without thinking I casually observed that, “A cigarette tastes best after a meal or sex.” I took another gulp of my beer and another drag. “And beer always tastes better with a smoke,” I added.
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“Uh, Mrs. J?” Kevin’s friend Cody stammered. I looked up at him in response. “What you said about cussing and stuff,” he stumbled nervously, “And us dying for our country and all?”
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I smiled at Cody. “Honey, if you want a smoke, help yourself. I got no problems with that either. And from now on I’m not Mrs. J, I’m Paige.”
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This time the tension was broke with a “Shit, I wish my mom was half that cool.” It was a high that no drug could ever induce. I looked at Kevin as about three of the boys lit up. He was looking at me too, in that sort of unsure way boys do around their moms. When the pack was passed to him, he looked up at me again. I simply winked to give him the okay. Truth is I knew Kevin had smoked before.
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I don’t know how many cups of beer I had, or the boys either for that matter, but I was feeling less pain than I had in a long time. I mostly listened as the boys talked about school, their plans, and their girls. The talk wasn’t graphic, but the underlying tones were still risqué enough to make me wish I were an 18-year old cheerleader again.
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I decided a walk might be nice so I started down towards the dock and the water. The sun was just starting to set, the orange glow still reflecting off the water. The sudden influence of youth took hold of me as I decided what I wanted to do next. When I turned and walked back to the porch, I noticed that the guys were watching my approach.
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“Remember how I was telling you guys to drink responsibly?” I asked. Nods and mumbles were exchanged. “I want to go swimming but I can’t go alone since I’ve been drinking. Anyone want to come with?”
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Looks were exchanged at my question and then Luke gave the expected response. “Mrs. J, Paige, I don’t think anyone brought a bathing suit.”
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“Neither did I,” I said over my shoulder as I walking away. Moving on down the path, I began to unbutton my blouse and by the time I got to the dock, my bra was off too. I quickly slid my pants and panties down before jumping into the cool water. Coming up, I rolled over on my back and floated just under water at the point where my nipples (oh they were so hard) were just poking up. Looking up at the boys all standing on the dock staring in awe at me, said, “Well?”
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Six testosterone driven boys quickly stripped down and jumped in, probably relieved that their lower body parts were now under water. One was still a bit shy about being naked in front of me and didn’t pull his pants down and jump in until my back was turned.
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We cavorted about, me acting like an 18-year old teenager, splashing water and showing off. When the sun finally set, darkness quickly overtook the water. I suggested that it might be time to get out, and of course, they all waited until I took the lead, but who could blame them.
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As I climbed out of the water I made sure that my boys had a good view of my shapely little derriere even giving it a little extra swish as I climbed up the ladder. Once on the dock, I got an even more wicked thought. Bending so they got a quick peek at my breasts, I quickly picked up all the clothes, all the guys’ stuff and mine, and ran towards the cabin amidst much commotion in the water. Laughing, I dropped everything on the porch and went to search for some towels. Drying off I returned to the porch, expecting to find the boys. I didn’t. Putting on a halter and shorts from my room, I picked up the towels and headed back down to the dock.

“Okay, what’s it going to be, are you men or boys? All the men climb on out, and all the boys wait and I’ll leave a towel for you,” I taunted.
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A couple of the boys climbed out, naturally one of them being Brian, but the others stayed in. “Well?” I asked accusingly, and two more boys popped out, and when I mean popped, their masts were at full staff, evident even in the darkened conditions. A bit shocked, surprised and embarrassed, I quickly dropped the towels and headed back to the porch where I immediately grabbed another cup of beer and lit another smoke.
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The boys finally returned and wandered into the cabin to put dry clothes on. I stayed on the porch, enjoying the ‘unnatural’ quietness. An added reward was being able to hear clearly inside the cabin as well.

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“Sorry dude, I know she’s your Mom and all, but shit, I’d love to bang her,” one said, apparently to Kevin.
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“Yeah, you bang her and I’ll let her suck my dick. Man I’d love to have those lips around my pole,” Brian laughed.
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My shock, surprise and embarrassment quickly turned to raging lust. It had been too long since I’d heard a man, albeit it young ones, speak about me that way. Suddenly feeling more than naughty, I reached down, tied the knot in my halter tight, and unbuttoned another button to show a little more cleavage in the yellow light shining above the porch. I was more than aroused, and the last thing I thought about as the boys started filing out was the fact that I hadn’t bothered to put any panties on under my shorts.
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Beer was poured, cigarettes were lit, and a general awkward silence fell as I saw six and a half pair of eyes still glued to me. One only had one eye on me.
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“So did everyone enjoy their swim?” I asked innocently.
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“Yeah it was great” and “sure” were the semi-combined response.
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“I was thinking of watching a movie, does anyone want to join me?” I asked in a voice that was closer to slutty than sultry. A general groan and a few “oh, yeah” were the response I was hoping for.
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I refilled my cup and picked up my smokes, and as was becoming custom, led the way to the main room of the cabin. I picked a spot and picked up the remote, right where I had dropped it when the delivery guy had shown up earlier. I played a bit stupid with the remote, turning the large screen TV on but not the dish or DVD player.

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“You have to turn on the dish,” Cody said helpfully.
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I couldn’t resist the play on words so I let loose with, “She might be more turned on than you know,” as I pressed the control activating the satellite receiver and wondered if they had ever heard a woman called a dish.
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Of course the last channel viewed popped up, which was the soft-core porn channel, which at the moment was showing two hot, looking ladies enjoying each other’s company, if you know what I mean. I left it there for a moment, just to make sure the boys got a good eyeful. That all to familiar pin drop silence permeated the room until it was punctuated by the Oooh and amahs from the surround sound speakers in the room.
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“Kevin, I guess now we know now why Uncle Gary visits the lake so much,” I quipped.
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The boys replied with nervous laughter of their own.
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“Maybe we should try a DVD,” I offered, noting that no one had the nerve to tell me to leave it where it was. Of course I knew what was on the DVD player too, since I was the one who left this particular DVD in the machine. I punched play and was rewarded with it starting right where I had left it.
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When the came on busty porn star was slurping on her co-stars ample and talented dick. He reached up and pushed her head back a bit and we all watched as he began to stroke his dick. The porn slut was literally begging “give it to me, cum on my face, baby.” A request her stud seemed more than happy to oblige. With his left hand entwined in her hair, his right hand blurred until he almost stopped; at which point he began painting the young slut’s face with cum.
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He shot what seemed like an endless supply of cum on her face, in her hair, and into her open mouth. When he slowed to a dribble, he used his hand to guide his dick over the slut’s mouth, wiping off the last drops of his cum before shoving it in and telling her to “lick it clean bitch.”
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It reminded me of some things my husband and me had done early on in our marriage. It only happened when I had too much to drink and I would get somewhat submissive. It was a mutually enjoying game we played every so often.
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“Someone want to get me a refill?” I asked. “I’m suddenly very thirsty.”
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Seven boys looked at me, but only one got up.
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“You didn’t miss anything Kevin,” I told my son as he came back in, “just the preliminary story line bullshit.”
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“Cool,” he said to me with a wink.
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Okay at this point I know some of you are wondering about my son and me. I would be lying to you if I didn’t think about my son sexually, but not as you think. I had thought about him being with girls, having sex, and wondering if there was anything I should say or try to explain to him about sex. Being a single Mom with a teenage boy wasn’t how I had planned on raising him. I told him the facts of life and the basics of sex, but I always wondered if he had ever, well, you know, done it.
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“Sure you don’t mind if I smoke?” he asked again.
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“No. Not at all, baby,” I replied with a drunken smile. “Get me one too.”
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He handed me the cigarette and then held my hand as he helped me cup the lighter’s flame. For a moment, at that instant, Kevin was no longer my son. He was just another young man. And I also knew right then that before the night was over, I would never wonder again if he had done it.
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The movie continued as predicted with the porn starlet soon naked, much to the amusement of the gathered male hormones in the room. It was just her on the screen, probably part of her contract to be admired for her beauty rather than just her ability to take a good fucking. Thanks to the beer, the boys were plenty loose at this point.
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“You think they’re fake?” one of them asked to no one in particular. The actress on the screen had a very developed chest, probably along the lines of 40DD or so.
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“They almost have to be,” I decided to reply. “And if they aren’t she isn’t into this. Her nipples aren’t even hard. I know if I were doing that in front of a camera, knowing probably thousands of horny guys were going to be jerking off looking at me, my nipples would be hard. Hell, my nipples are hard right now and no one is looking at me.”
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That changed in an instant, suddenly all eyes were on me. And when they were, it made the fabric of my halter top stretch even more as if my nipples seemed to be suffocating and were searching for fresh air.
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“Besides, better to have a woman with smaller breasts like mine with responsive nipples. Trust me, you play these babies right and you can have anything you want.” I flushed with embarrassment as I realized what I was thinking I said out loud.
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“You got great breasts, Mrs. J. I mean Paige,” Sean commented.
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“You think so?”
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“Fuck yes. I’d rather have yours than hers any day.”
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Knowing I was crossing an unseen boundary, I pulled at the knot on my halter top and pulled it away exposing my bare chest, complete with half inch hard nipples.
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“I always thought it would be nice to be bigger, but I’ve never had any complaints about the ones I’ve got,” I told the staring boys before covering my own 36Ds back up.
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“Nothing there to complain about,” another boy, Brian, said. “Unless they are just for show,” he added boldly.
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I remember Brian from the lake. He was one of the first ones out of the water, not shy about standing naked next to me. He exuded self-confidence and there was no doubt in my mind he was coming on to me. I decided to tease him a bit to see what would happen.
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“Brian, you must be a breast man.”
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“Nope. I’m a ladies man. It’s all good,” he replied with a sly smile.
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I smiled too at his response. Then I looked at the screen and saw that …

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I smiled too at his response. Then I looked at the porn bimbo wasn’t alone anymore. I had just about lost all inhibitions at this point.
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“Looks like it’s time for the big dick stud to do his business,” I generally commented.
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Brian was still trying and for some reason, I took immense pleasure in busting his ego.
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“I’d give that slut my big dick,” Brian commented.
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“Come on now, Brian. I saw you down by the lake. Trust me, your imagination is the biggest thing you have.”
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That brought a roar of laughter from the rest of the boys. I realized I was on the verge of hurting Brian’ feelings so I decided I had better smooth things over quickly.
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“Seriously, you know they say the average dick is 6-inches. And we all know class,” I mocked in a teacher type voice, “that this means anywhere from 5-inches to 7-inches is normal. And by the way Brian, from what I’ve seen, you may be an above average student.
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As I smiled affectionately at him I could see the shredded ego of the young man fall back into place. I just wanted to kid him, not humiliate him or embarrass him. As it was, he retreated to refill his beer and sat back down to watch the movie without another word.
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In the interim Kevin had taken the place on the couch next to me, obviously the only one not afraid to sit next to his Mom. I had assumed it was so he could grab a smoke from me, but I noticed he kept looking over at my chest, a sensation that really turned me on. However, what really got me going was seeing the bulge in his pants. He wasn’t tenting, but I could clearly see the outline.
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“So with six being average and a C grade,” I started again, “ who has the C?”
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They all looked at me with this ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ look. Maybe I should try a different approach.
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“Boys, I’m here to tell you that size doesn’t matter that much. It has more to do with what you do with what you’ve got than how far it goes in,” I said beginning my class in Penis Size 101. “So who besides Brian is above average here?”
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There were a lot of smiles and fidgeting in their seats, but none of the guys wanted to say anything. The silence was disconcerting. It was like a joke that everyone knew but me.
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“What, do you mean to tell me none of you has bothered to check it with a ruler?” I asked in feigned shock.
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More silence again and a few muffled giggles.
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“What?” I demanded.
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Brian was apparently the only one with enough courage, or maybe horny enough, to speak up. “I think we all have a pretty good idea of who is above average,” he told me.
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I thought he was implying he was the big man of the room and told him so. “So, you think you’re the stud of the group, do Brian?”
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“No, ma’am. That’s not it at all. I said we know who is, but it ain’t me,” Brian said with a grin.
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“Then who is it?” I wanted to know, but still no one would speak. Then it dawned on me, and I looked over at my son, Kevin. Could it be true? I knew his Dad was fairly well endowed and I had also seen some major bulge in his pants before. I decided to make a game of it and find out for sure, and a very naughty one at that.

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“Well,” I said, “I’ve shown you guys my goods, now it’s your turn. I want to see who has the biggest one here. Or we can call it a night and spend the rest of the weekend wondering. “And to sweeten the pot,” I giggled, “I’ll take my halter back off to assist with proper motivation.” Getting up, I untied the knot again and pulled my halter top all the way off, tossing it aside. Then with all eyes on my breasts, I walked across the room and picked up a ruler that I assume was for measuring fish.

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Moving back across the room and went from boy to boy, pulling each one’s shorts down until they were exposed to my gaze and my ruler. Most were semi to fully erect and twitched in my hands as I held the ruler against them. They were so damn cute that it took all my willpower not to succumb to the first one I touched. To keep things light, I made comments about their size and girth as I went from boy to boy.
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“Brian,” I said, “I was right you are above average. How long is it?”
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Brian smiled as I held his dick in his hand. “About seven inches give or take a bit,” he beamed. That was about what I guessed, but noted that while he was lengthy, he wasn’t very thick.
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I purposely saved Kevin for last. If what I suspected were right, it would be worth the wait. As the guys crowded around us to watch, I huskily asked him, “You okay with this?”
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“I am if you are,” he replied with downcast eyes.
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Ignoring the guys, I knelt in front of Kevin and worked his shorts off his hips and down his thighs. I noted that he was only semi-hard, unlike some of the other boys whose dicks were already beginning to drool pre-cum. As it were, even not fully erect he was as big as Brian, but much thicker.
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“Does it get any bigger,” I stammered, not taking my eyes off his tool.
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“If you want to know, you’ll have to find out for yourself,” he told me with a little smirk.
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I did want to know. I had to know, so I took his dick in my hand. I began by lifting it, feeling how heavy it was in my hands, then stroking it softly up and down. A feeling of wonder and sexual awe overcome me as I felt his dick jump and grow even harder in my hand. His dick was hot, hard, velvety soft all at the sameS time. This brought a height of sexual awareness and excitement that I haven’t felt in years. Down on my knees like that I was staring straight at it. A feeling of brazen uninhibited illicit eroticism over took me when I heard Kevin say, “If you want to see it get real hard, try sucking on it.”
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I hesitated for a moment. Yes it was my son, and I was his mother. However, I was also a woman, a woman that hadn’t had a hard dick in years. And maybe never had one as big as this one. I had to know, and I knew what I had to do.
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As I eased my face forward, and hefted his dick in my hand, my lips gently kissed the head of my son’s dick for the first time and my jealous tongue slipped through my lips to taste his pre-cum. It seemed the most natural thing in the world when Kevin’s hand sought out the back of my head and urged me on. I opened my mouth as he pulled me forward and for the first time his dick entered my mouth. Closing my lips around it, savored the sensual sensuous moment, it was awesome.

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It felt both weird and incredibly exciting to be down on my knees with my son Kevin’s rapidly growing dick in my mouth, my first since his father died. I kept licking and sucking and bobbing my mouth around his dickhead and the sensitive area all around the rim, getting totally turned on by giving such pleasure to my son. He groaned as I rapidly flicked my tongue, his dick rock hard by now. He grabbed my head with both hands and started pushing his shaft inside my mouth and snarled, "Deep throat me. Take all my dick down your throat."

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One of the many things my husband had enjoyed was for me to deep throat his dick. It was something that I enjoyed doing for him and we had spent many nights practicing until I was able to do it. I was so turned on, I was ready to do anything that Kevin asked, so if deep throating was what Kevin wanted, I wanted to do it for him, but I was unsure if I could since it had been so long. But I was determined to try so I grabbed his firm butt and pushed his big dick all the way inside. I let my throat relax as I descended down my son’s shaft. It hurt a bit when his dickhead hit the back of my throat, but it felt so sexy and exciting to have my mouth and throat stuffed full of Kevin’s dick. Both of his hands were still on my head pushing on my bobbing head as he thrust his dick again and again inside my mouth, groaning and moaning and saying, "What a slut and a good little dick sucker you are. Take it deep, take all my dick inside your dirty little mouth."
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As Kevin’s dick went deeper and deeper. I gagged a bit and backed off, and then started again. Getting back into the swing of things, I started pulling off the head and lick it with my tongue and then ease back down. This time, Kevin’s hands left my head and went down my shoulders until they were cupping my breasts. He touched and toyed with them slowly as I continued to suck on him. When his fingers touched my erect nipples, I let out a moan around his dick. When he began to pinch and pull at them, my mouth responded by pushing down on him, literally burying my nose in his curly pubic hair.
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Now it was Kevin’s turn to groan. I held him for as long as I could before I went back to slurping at the head and sucking the shaft. It suddenly dawned on me that I was apparently not the first to do this with Kevin, but I wanted to be the best.
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When I would slide off Kevin’s dick, he would pinch and pull on my nipples until I went back down on him. The harder and faster he pulled on my nipples, the harder and faster I worked my mouth on him.
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“That’s it bitch,” my son moaned, “Suck my fuckin’ dick. Show me what a slut you are.”
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It was then that I knew that Kevin knew my secret. Those were the exact words my husband used to say to me when I was sucking his dick. My son had obviously known for some time about the things his father and I did. I was wondering what else he knew about me too.
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“That’s a good slut. Suck my dick, bitch! Fuck me with your slutty mouth,” my son commanded, again repeating the words he had apparently heard before being told to me.
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His words, and his tone, set me off. I wanted to make him cum, to give it to me, like the porn actress. I could think of nothing else at the moment. My own body was on fire, but I had the desire, the need to please this man in front of me, to make him happy with me. To show him how much I loved him and what I was willing to do to please him.

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Kevin’s hand’s left my breasts and went back to my head. Grabbing hold of my hair and pulling it hard enough to bring tears to my eyes, he started fucking my mouth and somehow it was as if the spirit of his Dad possessed him. I submissively placed both my hands behind my back and allowed my son, my new Master to do as he wanted with me.
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“You like that, slut? You like me fucking your mouth?” I could only mumble a reply and I hoped he knew that I did like it.
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Viciously pulling my hair and twisting my head back so that I was looking up at him, Kevin snarled, “You’re my slut now. You understand? Mine to use anytime I want,” Kevin told me.
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The tears rolling down my cheek were a mixture of the joy and the activity. How I had longed to find another man that understood my needs and desires. Only to find he had been in the same house with me all along.

“And now you will get what all good sluts get, bitch!” my son told me as he brutally rammed his dick so far down my throat that my nose was buried in his man size clump of kinky pubic hair. I moaned and wailed when I felt Kevin’s throbbing dick growing inside my hot mouth and knew my new lover was getting ready to cum. I couldn’t wait to have his luscious dick spewing into my throat, so I picked up the pace and sucked deeper and harder. I felt Kevin thrust his hip against my face and then the first spasm hit and a gush of thick, steamy cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but not fast enough, the second shot of sperm filled my mouth so full that I couldn’t keep it from dripping out of my mouth, no matter how tight I tried to keep my lips. When a drop of his cum oozed down my chin and dripped onto my heaving breasts, I experienced something I never had before, an orgasm without being touched. As the cum shoot out of his dick I felt my pussy contract and relax again and again. I almost passed out, and may have if Kevin hadn’t pulled his dick out of my mouth, allowing me to get a large does of fresh air.
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As I enjoyed the feeling of the warm seed in his mouth, languishing in the salty flavor I looked up into my son’s eyes. He had a smile on his face. His hand moved and I felt his dick wipe up his seed that had escaped from my mouth, only to have him place it back to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth, sucking and licking his dick clean.

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When I looked back up, Kevin was lighting a cigarette. He took a drag and then handed it to me.
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“You might want to take a little break now,” my son said to me. “I’m not sure these guys are going to let you have one until they all get off two or three times.”
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Their lust was almost a physical presence as I looked around at the 6-naked teenagers in a semi-circle around us. I took a drag and blew the smoke between my cum stained lips before replying. “Yes, sir.”

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When Kevin took the cigarette from between my lips and stepped back out of the way, I wasn’t the least bit surprised that it was Brian, hard dick in hand, that quickly stepped forward and took his place.

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