The Aromas Of Youth 5 The Church Of Shameless Lust
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Mandy didn’t know about my relationship with her mother. She didn’t know that my tongue had been in every nook and cranny of the older woman’s body, nor that I had penetrated the canal through which Mandy had entered the world. She didn’t know that my exultant spunk had drenched the surrounding area because Mrs Hubert turned me on so much.
She didn’t know that I knew about her relationship with her stepfather – unless Mrs Hubert had confronted them about it, which I doubted very much.
Nor did she know I knew about the foursome she and her illicit lover had enjoyed at least once with my – gag, gasp – parents, whatever permutations that had involved.
What she did know was that I would soon be leaving for university, and she seemed to be dreading it. She became more loving, more demonstrative, and now that she had finally stopped pretending to be a virgin afraid of sex, we were at it like rabbits – not that I have ever seen rabbits copulating, but that’s the old expression.
For my part, I had been told by Mrs Hubert that we should cool it off for a while, which left me not just disappointed and deflated but relying on Mandy for sexual gratification.
One afternoon we were in my room – her mother having banned me from their house – messing about on the bed, listening to music and kissing and feeling. She was wearing a short denim skirt and I suddenly had the urge to discover new territory. I wrenched her knickers down and off, and made her kneel on the bed. I licked her arse, which had become a standard part of our lovemaking since she had allowed herself to relax and enjoy it, and when she was really turned on I dragged her back and pulled her over my knee, face down. She seemed to know what I was doing and didn’t resist.
I flipped the skirt up and smacked her quite gently.
“Oooh,” she said wittily. I decided to give her something to oooh about.
I spanked her harder and she flinched. Then I gave it to her with full force.
“Owww!” she exclaimed. “Ben!” It was one of those three-note cries, up down up.
I smacked her again, as hard as I could and she tried to wriggle free but I pinned her down with my left arm and gave it to her over and over again until her voice began to lose the whine and I knew she was submitting to me.
Her buttocks were crimson, with the shape of my fingers as decoration.
“Now kneel on the floor,” I said firmly. She did as she was told as I removed my underpants and pulled her head down to suck my cock. I could see she liked this turn of events. She sucked me as if my pleasure was all that mattered. She was trying to make me cum in her mouth, which she had never let me do up to that time. But that day I didn’t want to do that because I had other plans.
“On the bed,” I growled, and she looked up with a naughty girl smile.
“Hands and knees,” I commanded and she got into position immediately.
I got down behind her and licked her arse again, just because I loved doing that. I tried to force my tongue into her anus but didn’t get very far. I knelt up and wet my middle finger with saliva, then plunged it into her.
“No,” she said instinctively, but it was already in and as I worked it around gently she relaxed.
“Stay there,” I said as I reached under the pillow for the sachet of lubricant I had bought from the smirking, embarrassed girl in the pharmacy. Mandy watched and then spoke, as I knew she would.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
“What does it look like?” I replied. I could see her considering her options. I didn’t know if Bradley had done this with her, or maybe my Dad, but I doubted it.
“it’s going to hurt,” she said hesitantly.
“How do you know?”
“Everyone knows,” she said defensively.
“You’ll be fine,” I said, working the stuff into her little hole and spreading the rest on my cock. Then I got right up behind her and mounted her, gently but firmly. She made pained noises and gave half a scream as the head of my cock finally popped in. I stopped, as I had heard you’re supposed to, and allowed her anal cavity to adjust to my intrusion. Then I began to push and retreat, push and retreat, and she gave little high-pitched grunts, still apprehensive but apparently now knowing the worst was over and that this part was actually really good.
I pushed in as far as I could go, not so much for her pleasure as to seek some of my own. Her sphincter was gripping my shaft and my cock head was lost in space, a dark, unfeeling nothingness. I was determined to cum and random thoughts flew through my mind to try to heighten my excitement. Naturally these included rimming her mother, my favourite thing in the whole world, and it worked. I began to feel I was cumming and I ground into her and increased the speed until eventually, I unloaded into Mandy’s arse.
And at that very moment, she wailed and began to shake.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhh,” she sang as her body shuddered beneath me. I finished pumping my stuff into her chute and climbed off. She collapsed next to me and put her head into the crook of my arm.
“Well,” she said in tired-but-witty mode. “That was a surprise.”
“Nice?” I asked.
“Nice is not the word,” she said, searching for the right one. “Scary, painful, excruciating… amazing.”
“You never done that before?” I asked.
“You know the answer to that,” she said flatly, and for once I believed her. I couldn’t imagine either of my rivals buried balls deep in her dark cavity. And I had planted my seed there, like a mountaineer leaving a slippery flag at the summit.
Time began to fly past as my departure drew near. Mandy told me she would love me forever and she would wait while I was away and come and visit me when she could. This was a bit rich coming from a girl who had been shagging other people when I was right there. I told her as gently as I could that it wouldn’t work and she cried, but didn’t argue.
Then one day she invited me for Sunday dinner. She and Bradley would go to church as usual but be back by eight. Her Mum had lifted the ban, she said, because it would be nice for us all to get together before I left.
I interpreted this as meaning – from Mrs Hubert’s point of view – that I could go round there as soon as they had left. It wasn’t guaranteed but that was what I planned to do. I waited around the corner until I saw the car leave with the two of them in it and walked nervously up the drive.
She feigned surprise.
“Oh, Benjamin… come in. They’re out. Didn’t she say eight o’clock?”
I looked into her undecided eyes and my message got through.
“It’s all in the oven,” she said. “Roast chicken and potatoes. Boil some peas at the last minute and we’re in business.” Then it was her turn to look into my eyes and we fell into each other’s arms and kissed like long-lost lovers.
“God, I hoped you would come early,” she said, stroking me like a cat. “I’ve missed you, my darling.”
Fuck – I was her darling. This was beyond my wildest dreams. I thought she had fobbed me off, hoping I would forget about it.
“Come on,” she said urgently, leading me to the spare room.
As she closed the door she turned and began to undress for me. Her sweater, her skirt. This wonderful woman stood appetizingly before me in just her underwear. She took off her bra and her lovely breasts called out to be kissed.
“Stay there,” she said, reading my mind. She removed her knickers and threw them to me. I put them to my nose, as she knew I would.
“Yes, you’re kinky,” she said quietly, like a doctor confirming her initial diagnosis. “Take your clothes off and come with me.”
I followed her into the master bedroom and on into a big bathroom at the side of it. She could see me checking it out and wondering exactly what it was. It had a tiled floor, all sides of which sloped gently towards the drain hole in the middle.
“Big,” I said.
“It’s called a wet room,” she explained. “They’re big in Scandinavia, I believe.” I looked at her for guidance and she came to me and kissed me sensuously.
“Lie down there,” she said. When I spent a second thinking about it she added, “Don’t you trust me?”
“On my back?” I asked, and she smiled down at me. Her comfortable, rather roly-poly little body was an odd vessel to contain the wonderfulness of her mind and her personality. Her pubic hair billowed, announcing the imminence of hidden treasure.
I lay on my back and watched with fascination as she stood over me and steadily crouched down as she had before on the bed until her bits were right above my face, but just out of reach of my tongue.
“Ready?” she asked in a strangely nervous tone. I grunted ambiguously. And a trickle of urine fell from her crotch onto my cheek.
“Okay?” she said, to announce that that was intentional.
“Yes,” I hissed breathlessly, not really knowing what to expect next.
Mrs Hubert exhaled with something like relief and then let herself go. She was kneeling above me in this slightly spooky shower room and pissing on my face. And then she was pissing in my mouth, because I found myself opening it to receive her weird, ultra-intimate gift.
When I had accepted a mouthful and let some out while swallowing the rest, she moved down a little and pissed on my chest. The liquid was hot on my tepid skin and it was like being baptized into the church of shameless lust.
Mrs Hubert’s urine ran down my stomach into my navel and down my sides into my armpits. I worked my way up so she was pissing into my pubic hair, on my cock and balls, dribbling into my arse. Her face was transfixed in a sort of helpless leer and she screwed up her eyes as she squeezed the last squirts onto me, and then it was just drops falling like gentle rain.
She bent forward and kissed me.
“Shall we have a shower?” she said with a self-conscious smile. But a shower wasn’t what I wanted. Having discovered the erotic charge of the golden shower, my cock was rock hard.
I pulled her hips down and plunged into her, pumping this delectable woman deep and hard, my fingers straying into her arse and tickling her there. She rode me inexpertly, as though she wasn’t accustomed to being on top, then quickly climbed off and turned on the shower. Cold water hit me as I scrambled to my feet but quickly turned warm and we embraced as we rinsed each other, before skipping back into the bedroom, toweling as we went.
Through the master bedroom, where I briefly imagined her being vanilla-ed by Bradley, and into our room, where I threw her onto the bed and leapt on top.
“You’re so kinky,” she giggled as my raging cock plunged up her welcoming hole.
“I’m kinky?” I exclaimed. “And whose idea was that?”
“You make me feel so randy,” my middle-aged lover whispered as she was assaulted by an orgasm.
I pulled out and knelt over her and came in torrents on her face, in her obliging mouth and on her chest. She rubbed my semen into her nipples and pulled me down to lie on top of her. And she held me tight and caressed me.
At ten to eight, I was sitting in the lounge with a cup of tea while Mrs Hubert, wearing her Torremolinos apron, busied herself in the kitchen. Bradley and Mandy walked in, smiling innocently as she gave me a peck on the cheek and he shook my hand.
"So, off into the big wide world to learn about life," he said in that jaunty, superior, adult way of his. I was concerned that I might still smell of his wife's urine and she might have a faint, chloriney smell of semen about her. But I was happy and I knew she was too.
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IncestShameless At the club, sitting at the table he watches the girl in skimpy outfits trotting around for a free drink and someone to go home with or to a hotel or the backseat of their car in a dark corner. Breasts almost popping out of the brassieres, patted, lift-ups and implants. Short skirts with thong underwear, the music playing loudly and bodies rubbing, bumping against each other, sweating flesh in tempting heat. She sits at the bar by herself waiting for him to come over to buy her a...
ExhibitionismBruce returned to the Bucket of Blood after dinner with his wife. She went back to the brothel, to capitalize on the Saturday night action. He walked back to the hotel and watched the tourists wandering around the streets of historic Virginia City. He thought about going up to his room but, he decided to walk back through town again. He didn't want another drink but, he went into the old Bucket of Blood saloon anyway. He watched people for a while and had a soda water. He decided to go over...
Shopping Before Church----------Only a few days more before the normal deliveries would arrive, but we were out of several items we needed desperately to wrap up some small jobs around the farm. It was slow enough that dad suggested I take the truck and run into town and get the supplies from the hardware store. I was ecstatic at the opportunity to get away, even if only for a few hours, although the hardware store was not my favorite place to go. I will have to explain about that at another...
My name is Mike and I’m a 18yo sophomore in high school and live with my sixty year old widowed mom. Dad died two years ago of a heart attack and my mom became even more active in our church. My moms name is Pat and shes still very attractive with shoulder length hair a petite plump body with nice tits and a perfect round bubble butt that jiggles when she walks. Mom wears very thick glasses that make her look oh so innocent. I had started puberty before my dad died and I was interested in...
The Church Twin Group The new minister has a set of twins, a brother and a sister just like three other sets of twins in the church. The first thing that they did was to form a group, which my twin sister and I joined. Bobby and Billie were fifteen years old, Steven and Stephanie were fourteen like my sister Fern and I, and then there was Casey and Cindy that were only thirteen years old. Being the minister’s daughter and the oldest by two minutes, Billie took over. We had a...
The wife is a big church goer and they send donations to a refugee charity and this one Sunday at mass the priest said he had been in touch with charity and they had asked if any of the parishioners could take any refugees in! Sue came home and we were sat having dinner and she said that the priest had asked for help with some refugees?I was like what, she said that they the church were allowed to bring over 20 or so refugees and we as a church could home them till they found proper refuge in...
113. Wendy, seducer of youth. First a brief description of the lady, she is Wendy a white American, five feet six tall, auburn hair and though she won`t see 21 again she has brown sparkling eyes, an attractive body that she weighs 129lb`s has 34c tits a slim 29inch waist and a delectably smackable 36inch arse, though the odd spank is all that she allows as anal turns her completely off, however she keeps her Jack and Danny waxed and trimmed and instantly ready for use. Her hubby is Trevor and...
Wendy, seducer of youth First a brief description of the lady, she is a white American, five feet six tall, auburn hair, brown sparkling eyes, she weighs an attractive 129lb`s has 34c tits a slim 29inch waist and a delectably smack able 36inch arse, though the odd spank is all that she allows as anal turns her completely off, however she keeps her Jack and Danny waxed and trimmed, Her hubby is Trevor and he works away a fair bit, and though a good man at home and in bed, he`s never quite been...
After a bit of convincing (which included a lot of sweet, dirty talk), I agree to go with you on a back road adventure into the middle of nowhere. You’re on the search for waterfalls and need a willing partner to make sure you don’t get lost or eaten while out adventuring. You assure me that finding the waterfalls will make the long drive through dirt roads worth it… but I doubt this as the road seems endless, winding its way through the forest. Eventually, we find something of interest –...
Straight SexMark's chin rested on Flick's shoulder as he peered down at the pages of the report Drew had shared with them both. He grunted to let Felicity know he had finished reading the pages that were currently open and was ready for her to turn over to the next ones. Together they quickly absorbed the remaining pages and Flick turned her head slightly to meet Mark's eyes and confirm he was finished. "So, let me just make sure I've got this right and we are all on the same page here," said...
Even after Kawa had stopped bleeding, Mother kept her in the hut. Finally, a group of women led her to the women's bathing pool as if she didn't know the way. There, she removed the wad of dry grass from her place; it didn't have any blood on it at all. She buried it on the bank. When she came out of the pool, Mother gave her a new skirt and reminded her that she must never remove it except in her own home or at the bathing pool. No more dips in the sea for her. She had known all that for...
church story by rock clifford I was raised in a very religious home, my dad was a minister and church was mandatory. Especially Sunday Morning. It wasn’t all bad though, as it was also where some of the hottest girls my age attended church and we had a pretty nice sized group of k**s around the same age. We usually had fun when we were together, even at church. I remember In junior high after vacation bible school one day ending up in a little broom closet with two of the most popular and...
church storyby rock cliffordI was raised in a very religious home, my dad was a minister and church was mandatory. Especially Sunday Morning. It wasn't all bad though, as it was also where some of the hottest girls my age attended church and we had a pretty nice sized group of k**s around the same age. We usually had fun when we were together, even at church. I remember In junior high after vacation bible school one day ending up in a little broom closet with two of the most popular and...