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Chapter 1: Old Enough to Bleed
Lynn was a 19 year old newlywed. Sweet and innocent. I learned that she was a virgin when she got married only months before. Very attractive, friendly and outgoing too. She worked for me part-time at my commercial real estate business and since I was a one man shop, she did just about everything for me from secretarial work to closing deals. I was 45 and divorced with two grown c***dren who were older than Lynn.
Lynn was attracted to older men. Her husband was 16 years her senior and had a big time job with a law firm. Lynn was his fourth wife and his first true trophy wife. Right after they married, he got transferred by his law firm across country. She didn't have to work, but she didn't know a soul in her new home. And besides, she enjoyed earning her own spending money and said she was just too young to spend her days caged up in a big stuffy house or playing bridge and going to teas with the older wives in her upscale neighborhood. Her husband traveled on business a great deal and was out of town on business for sometimes weeks at a time. He rarely took Lynn along, always telling her to wait until he was going somewhere where there would be time for work and a little play. At the moment, he was in Delaware filling papers for a new corporation and wouldn't be home until the end of the week.
Something told me by the way she was acting at work that Lynn was in her period. That afternoon my suspicions were confirmed, when I got a strong whiff of her menstrual cycle aroma. What a turn-on! I had always had fantasies about girls and their time of the month. And I had always been fascinated and aroused by feminine hygiene products. In my youth, I had spied on my older sister on several times and watched her change her pads and tampons. I had even gone steady with a girl in college who was nearly as perverted as me, and she let me change her tampons on numerous occasions.
But my ex-wife was so prim and proper that I could never even suggest such a thing to her. She would have been horrified had she known that I often swiped one of her tampons and would spend the entire day with it lodged up my ass. A few times when I felt like living dangerously, I actually made love to her with a tampon inserted in my rectum. My ex was so squeaky clean there was not a chance in the world she would ever touch me there. She was a good woman and a terrific mom. But she sure didn't share my appetite for sexual misconduct, for lack of a better term.
Because I had a looming deadline to close a big sale the next day, I asked Lynn if she could come over to my place, earn some overtime, and help finish some paperwork that night. She agreed saying it was really boring in the evenings around her house when her husband was gone like now. Little did she know that before she came over that evening, I had planned to video her if she happened to use my bathroom. And I figured the chances were pretty high considering the time of the month.
When I got home, I carefully hid my spycam in the dirty clothes basket across the room directly opposite the commode. I had it set it up to come on automatically when the bathroom light came on.
When Lynn arrived about seven thirty, we went immediately to work. I was all business. She admitted that she was not feeling well and wanted to get done as quickly as possible. She was rather lethargic, and I sensed that her menstruation flow was exceptionally heavy and she was severely cramping. After about an hour, she asked to use my bathroom. I said sure, and Lynn picked up her purse and headed to the john. The fact that she had taken her purse with her thrilled me! I knew she was going to be putting on a crude but sexy show which my spycam would soon record.
She was in the crapper for nearly 10 minutes. When she came out, I told her I knew she wasn't feeling good and she should go on home. I could easily finish up now. She took me up on my offer. I walked her out to her car and gave her a fatherly hug and thanked her for coming over to help.
When I got back in the house, I rushed to the bathroom and retrieved the spycam. I put the mini DVD in my laptop and my secretly recorded movie began to run.
The camera rolled when the light switch came on. Lovely Lynn walked over to the toilet and completed removed her pants and panties. Naked from waist down, she picked the panties back up and removed a protective panty liner that had pink spotting all over it. She wrapped it in a tissue and threw it away in my trash.
I paused the video and made off for the bathroom. The pad was in my bathroom trash under other rubbish as if she had attempted to hide it from me. I picked it up, unwrapped it and sniffed deeply. It had the potent and pungent odor of Lynn's sweet pussy permeating it. I took it back with me to where I was watching the DVD and resuming the video. I deeply inhale her scent on the panty liner again and began stroking my cock while I watched the delicious young girl exposed on the monitor.
Lynn sat down on the toilet and then spread her legs wide. The young Mrs. had the hairiest cunt I'd ever seen. Oh shit, I thought. This girl was my dream come true. It even appeared to me that her unkempt pubes extended up her butt crack, surrounding her brown puckered asshole, although I couldn't tell for sure at this point in the video.
I like lots of pubes on a women. Not only did Lynn have a super thick bush, but she had a thick head of hair and very bushy eyebrows which I always found to be seductive.
Splitting the middle of all that dark thick curly pubic hair was her long exquisite pussy slit with a white string dangling out between her extremely puffy vaginal lips. With two fingers, Lynn flared her swollen cunt lips apart. Then with the other hand she withdrew a nearly saturated bloody tampon which had been pushed unusually deep into her vagina. Then she dropped it with a splash in the toilet bowl.
I nearly shot my wad. Glory be to heaven, I thought. Her menstruation is so heavy that she has to wear a pad and a tampon to keep from making a bloody mess in her panties. I loved it!
Then Lynn began to pee. It trickled at first. Then a dense stream of golden urine sprayed out of her urethra and into the toilet water with a good deal of force.
Damnation, I thought! I just had to somehow figure a way fuck this adorable young girl! I unzipped my pants, took out my extraordinarily large cock and began jacking off.
Lynn rolled off some toilet paper and wiped inside her slit. Her pubes were still soaked in piss, so she wet a wash cloth and thoroughly cleaned her genitalia.
Then Lynn went through her purse. She pulled out a disposable douche. She assembled the douche bottle which had a six inch long applicator, and she lifted the toilet seat and squatted over it, providing me with a wonderful view. With her back to the camera, she straddled the commode. Now I could see that her dense pubic hair did indeed run halfway up the crack of her dainty little ass.
Lynn inserted the six inch applicator fully into her pussy and forcefully squeezed the plastic bottle until the douche completely emptied in her tender pink sex organ. She removed the applicator and let the vinegary water gushed back out of her vaginal canal into the toilet. She again cleaned herself with the wash cloth, then wrapped the applicator with another tissue. She put the bottle and applicator back in her purse and got dressed and flipped off the bathroom light which stopped the spycam.
I watched the video twice more and continued to beat my hard meat until I was about to cum. I quickly covered the head of my cock with Lynn's used panty liner pad. My dick exploded, soaking the pad with my thick creamy semen.
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Being alone with Lynn the next couple of days at work until the weekend came was excruciatingly punishing for me. On Friday, in particular, because we always dressed casually the last day of the work week. Lynn was wearing spandex pants that clung to her every curve and a thin, tight halter top. And she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't have real large tits which is common for girls in their teenaged years and before their bodies make babies. But her titties were definitely more than a mouthful. And her nipples were incredible! Shit, I can only say that they were uncommonly big and their outline was clearly visible at all times through the tight halter top she was wearing.
I sniffed around her all morning to the extent I could without it becoming too noticeable. And again I smelled signs of her menstruation. I was semi-hard the whole day. I just wanted to grab her and rip off her clothes and fuck her bleeding pussy on the spot.
Around two in the afternoon, I couldn't stand it any longer and in order to control myself, I told Lynn to go home and have an early start to the weekend. She was grateful saying her husband would be getting in that evening and she had several things to take care of before he arrived home. She smiled at me bashfully.
I quipped that I bet a newlywed bride, especially one as pretty as her, had lots of special preparations to make before her husband returned home. A good wife always knows how to make her man happy after they've been apart for a while, I said.
Lynn blushed and her cheeks turned red. Impulsively she raced over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and an affectionate hug, grinding her soft tits and big nipples into my chest as an offer of thanks for the time off.
Lynn left and I knew that what I had said aroused her. But I also knew she was probably not the kind of wife who allowed her husband to have sex when she was in her period. Maybe he would get a great blow job when he got home tonight, I thought to myself and grinned. I wondered just how beautiful Lynn looked when she had a mouthful of cum. And more important, would she swallow?
If I kept working on her, maybe I would find out for myself. Little did I know that wondrous moment was so much closer than I could ever have imagined.
Chapter 2: Old Enough to Breed
I had been watching TV late and was stretched out on my sofa that Friday night. I was just dozing off when my doorbell rang. I had no idea who it might be at my door at midnight. Looking out the peephole, I saw it was Lynn and quickly opened the door. Standing on my porch, Lynn was wearing only a thin white cotton nightshirt that just covered her crotch and she was obviously braless. I could tell she had been crying and asked her what was wrong.
She literally lunged into my arms and sobbed on my shoulders. I am so sorry to bother you so late, but I didn't know where else to go, I don't have any friends here yet, she sobbed.
No problem, I assured her. What's wrong, sweetheart? I asked and shut the door and led her into the living room and sat her down on the sofa.
That bastard! she cried. That fucking bastard! That's what's wrong!
What bastard? I asked, figuring it was an argument with her spouse, so I sat down close to her and held her in my arms comfortingly.
She cried on my shoulder for about the next minute, and I caressed her arms and back to console her. I looked down and her nightshirt had ridden up just enough for me to tell that in addition to the fact that she was braless, she wasn't wearing any panties either, as evidenced by the partial display of her thick bush. It must have been a hell of an argument, because she left her house like she was going to a come-as-you-are party.
I reached across her body to the end table and pulled out a couple of tissues and gave them to Lynn. She said thank you and began drying her red eyes.
Okay, what happened, Lynn? You can confide in me, you know, I said.
I know I can, she whispered and then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. You're the best friend I have around here.
Tell me everything then, I said soothingly.
That bastard! she yelled again. We've only been married three months and that bastard is already cheating on me!
There now, I said and kissed on the forehead. How do you know?
Well, she said sniffling, I decided to surprise him and pick him up at the airport so he wouldn't have to find a cab. The baggage area was crowded because the plane was an hour late. I spotted him coming out of the secure area into baggage but I was on the other side of the room. Before I could work my way over to him, I saw his whore for a secretary next to him. They were arm-in-arm and hugging and kissing. His hands were all over her! She must have gone with him on the trip. The bastard must have been fucking her the whole time he was gone!
Lynn began crying again and I wiped away her tears and she continued. I slipped out of the airport without him seeing me and drove back home. My mind was reeling. I didn't know what to do. I was like a zombie. I must have undressed myself and got ready for bed. I don't really remember putting on my night clothes. I curled up on the couch and waited for him to get home. I waited and waited. Over two hours! Then it hit me. The bastard had probably taken her home and was dipping his damn dong into her one more time before he came home to me!
Oh, Lynn, darling. That's terrible, I said trying to offer her some form of solace. I put my arms around her and squeezed her soft body into mine.
Then I whispered to her. You know what they say, don't you? I paused for effect the said. They always say: Don't get mad, get even.
You're damn right! she said forcefully. Then it suddenly hit what I was hinting at. I drew her closer and rubbed my hand on the inner portion of her thigh. She looked down at my hand which was inches away from her inadvertently exposed pussy. Then she looked up at me and saw the tenderness and caring in my eyes as well as the desire in my face. She was taking the hint, because she shyly and innocently said, I'm ready. Really ready. But how do I get even? she asked coyly.
Easy, I said and I moved toward her and kissed her passionately on the lips. And she kissed back. We were entwined in a caring embrace for several minutes. I moved my hand over her naked thigh up to caress her warm and wet crotch.
Lynn spread her legs apart to give me full access to her hole of love. My finger stroked her moist clit. She shuddered with unquestionable passion. Then her body suddenly stiffened and she moved her legs closer together, my hand trapped in-between.
What's wrong, dearest? I asked.
I want you, she answered. I really do. But I can't have you.
Why not? I asked.
Because I'm in my period, she replied. It's not right.
I laughed. When you love someone it's always right, Lynn. And I do.
Do what? she asked.
I love you, I said and we kissed passionately again. She spread her legs apart once more. Her menstruating twat was mine, I thought.
I broke our embrace and stood up. Then I reached out my hand. Lynn took it and I lifted her off the sofa and we virtually floated dream-like toward the bedroom.
I stopped her at the bathroom door. In here first, I said and she followed my directions without question.
I maneuvered her next to the commode and lifted her nightshirt off over her head. Then I turned her around facing me and gently lowered her until she was sitting on the stool. I dropped down to my knees in front of her and pried her legs apart, giving me an unobstructed view of her hairy sex organ.
I spotted the draw string as she watched me. Then I took hold of the string and took out all the slack, applying just enough tension so she could feel it, but not enough to withdraw the tampon.
Lynn reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy wide apart to where it was laid bare and open to my lustful eyes. Slowly, incredibly slowly, I began pulling the blood soaked tampon out of her aroused cunt. Lynn threw her head back in lustful ecstasy, feeling the object being slowly removed from the most private recess of her body. Her body trembled as the tampon finally slipped out of her cock cove. She was completely lost in the most aroused moment of her young life.
I dropped the tampon into the toilet and then reached up and cupped her dainty breasts. She let her breath escape and her head dropped down to look at me.
Piss for me, I said. I want to watch you pee-pee. I smiled lovingly at her and she quivered with lust and unbridled sexual desire.
I squeezed her titties harder, and she began to piss. I watched the warm golden liquid flood out of her pussy mixed with the menses coming from her fertile uterus.
When she finished, I reached for a wash cloth and ran warm water on it, then I cleaned the remnants of her discharge off her hirsute pubis.
Then I stood up and announced that I had to piss too. I looked deeply into her eyes and said, spread your legs further and I'll pee between them. She obeyed. And I pulled my sweatshirt off over my head. Then I slipped out of my sweat pants exposing my abnormally long flaccid cock to Lynn for the first time.
Her beautiful green eyes got as big as saucers.
HOLY SHIT! she gasped. Then the young girl who had been raised as a devout Catholic exclaimed: Mary Mother of Jesus, forgive me for what your poor innocent servant is about to do. Lynn reached out with both her tiny hands trembling in fear and she firmly grasped my massive manhood. She pointed my dick between her legs and I started to pee.
Lynn couldn't keep her hands steady. So I was alternatingly pissing in the bowl and pissing on her tantalizing young body. When I finished peeing, she shook it gently a couple of times to remove the last drops.
I looked down at her in all her glory and asked. Have you ever sucked a big cock before?
Of course not! she giggled.
Well, guess what? I asked.
I'm about to, she answered and giggled again.
That's right. And it gets longer and harder when a pretty girl puts it in her mouth, I said.
Lynn raised my cock upward with both hands still firmly grasping it. I moved in to straddle her legs and the head of my penis pushed up against her luscious lips. Her tongue darted out and she licked off the last remaining drop of urine. Then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and guided the head of my cock into her oral opening.
I moved forward emphatically and thrust several inches into her lovely mouth. She gagged at first. Then her head started bobbing up and down on my cock and she also began caressing my big ball sac.
She was a great little cocksucker, despite her inexperience and immature years. She was getting more aroused and sexually excited by the minute and was really beginning to enjoy her work. I groaned loudly with pleasure. My cock was responding the stimulation and was soon at its fully erect length. Lynn's mouth was stretched to its limit as my hard cock had swollen in thickness as well.
I clutched the sides of Lynn's head firmly and held her rigid. Then I begin to face fuck her. Slowly and gently at first, then more rapidly and with less concern for her comfort.
Soon nearly half the length of my dick was going down her pretty throat. She gagged painfully as I forced more man meat into her tiny mouth and then just as quickly pulled back. I was getting close as I rammed my tool in and out again and again.
Lynn sensed what was coming or cumming as the case may be. She was jerking my cock with one hand and had the other clamped on my balls.
I'M CUMMING! I yelled and Lynn screeched. I pulled back so just the head of my cock was left in her mouth and my semen poured out in large gobs. Near the end, I let go of her head and she jerked back causing the last load of cum to splatter onto her chin and dribble down on her gorgeous tits. Lynn swallowed the creamy load in her mouth.
We both were immobile for a few moments, catching our breath and regaining our bearings.
Then Lynn looked up at me and smiled. I love you! Are you ready to fuck my cunt now? she asked alluringly.
And I knew at that instant that I had finally found a true slut who could and would satisfy my every perverse need.
Chapter 3: Lynn's First Step toward Breeding
I picked up 19 year old newlywed Lynn off the commode and carried her to my bed. I gently laid her out on the king size mattress and then set out a bath towel under her ass in case her flow resumed. Then I moved on top of her and kissed her hard on the lips. There was a strong taste on semen on her lips.
You're a Catholic, aren't you, Lynn? I asked.
Yes, she answered, which means I can ask and get forgiveness for anything we do tonight, no matter how degenerate it is, she gigged.
What I was really wondering was, are you on birth control? I asked.
No, of course not. That's a sin, she answered seriously not seeing the irony under the circumstances.
Never taken the pill or used a rubber during sex? I asked.
No, never, she said.
Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant? Not tonight of course, you're in your period, but at other times? I asked.
No, you goofus, of course not. I've made my husband use the rhythm method. Of course, I want to have babies, but we're in no hurry. We've only been married and been getting fucked for three months, you know. And no accidents yet, Lynn giggled.
Not worried at all? I asked again.
Nope. I'm more worried whether or not that monster hanging between your legs is going to fit in my pretty pussy without splitting me in two! Lynn squealed in delight and then shivered in fear.
I laughed at her. Don't worry, I've screwed hundreds of different women with this old shaft and while it hurt everyone of them at first, they all came back for more.
How big was it when you were growing up? Lynn asked curiously.
I held my hands apart to indicate its size and said, It was this long until I reach puberty. That's huge any standard. Then it suddenly the thing grew to its current size in a couple of months!
Lynn must have been feeling particularly horny because she brazenly continued to quiz me about my sex life.
My husband was the first man I screwed, she said. Who was your first fuck? she quizzed.
Well, word of it got around when I was in school, and our hunky, good looking art teacher Miss Thompson, who had the reputation of sleeping with all the male teachers, made me stay after school one day because she said I was naughty. Turned out she was the naughty one, if you get my drift, I replied and Lynn laughed in her cute little embarrassed way.
All the while I was vigorously fingering Lynn's pussy and it was getting wetter and wetter by the second. I found her tiny aroused clitoris and rubbed it roughly. She let out a series of high pitched squeals and without warning she had one of the most intense orgasms I've ever known a woman to experience.
My turn at 20 questions, I said. Have you always had orgasms this easy and that quickly?
Yes, she answered breathlessly. Ever since I was...well, ever since I discovered that I enjoyed touching my own pussy.
I kissed her gently and moved down between her splayed legs. She had been spotting on the towel I laid out. I put both hands on her vulva and spread her hairy pussy apart. It's foul odor turned me on and made me even harder. Holding her open wide, I positioned the head of my cock up against the fleshy opening. Then with one forceful push, I rammed half my cock into her belly.
Lynn screamed out in pain and pleaded for me to stop. NO, NO, NO! she cried. IT'S TOO BIG! GET IT OUT OF ME!
It's not even all the way in you yet, my love, I stated and began to work more and more of my lengthy manhood into her sensitive young hole.
Lynn again screamed in pain and then pleasure. She was having her second furious orgasm of the night. I could feel her gushing vaginal fluids which were coating my cock. The extra lubrication allowed me to sink deeper into her body until I hit bottom. All the while, she was convulsed in multiple orgasms. I pumped in and out for several minutes. Her climax continued the whole time. Then I felt my balls swelling and my sperm poured into her unprotected belly.
I laid on top of her until my dick softened and her sexual pleasure subsided. Then I withdrew, leaving her pussy hole gaping. Cum oozed out of it, down her leg and onto the towel.
Lynn laid there with her eyes shut and she was panting softly. She was limp, like a worn out rag doll.
I kissed her lightly on the forehead and a smile stole across her lips.
Is it sore? I asked.
A little, she replied. I can't believe you got the whole thing inside me. That was the best sex of my entire life! she exclaimed.
Stay with me then, I said. Divorce your husband and live right here with me and I'll show you what sex is all about.
Only if you promise to make a baby in me, she replied.
I'll see to it that happens and soon, I promised. Not just one, but one right after the other.
Lynn kissed me long and hard. Then we fell asleep in a tight embrace.
We sucked and fucked all weekend and early on Monday she filed for divorce.
Lynn was a 19 year old newlywed. Sweet and innocent. I learned that she was a virgin when she got married only months before. Very attractive, friendly and outgoing too. She worked for me part-time at my commercial real estate business and since I was a one man shop, she did just about everything for me from secretarial work to closing deals. I was 45 and divorced with two grown c***dren who were older than Lynn.
Lynn was attracted to older men. Her husband was 16 years her senior and had a big time job with a law firm. Lynn was his fourth wife and his first true trophy wife. Right after they married, he got transferred by his law firm across country. She didn't have to work, but she didn't know a soul in her new home. And besides, she enjoyed earning her own spending money and said she was just too young to spend her days caged up in a big stuffy house or playing bridge and going to teas with the older wives in her upscale neighborhood. Her husband traveled on business a great deal and was out of town on business for sometimes weeks at a time. He rarely took Lynn along, always telling her to wait until he was going somewhere where there would be time for work and a little play. At the moment, he was in Delaware filling papers for a new corporation and wouldn't be home until the end of the week.
Something told me by the way she was acting at work that Lynn was in her period. That afternoon my suspicions were confirmed, when I got a strong whiff of her menstrual cycle aroma. What a turn-on! I had always had fantasies about girls and their time of the month. And I had always been fascinated and aroused by feminine hygiene products. In my youth, I had spied on my older sister on several times and watched her change her pads and tampons. I had even gone steady with a girl in college who was nearly as perverted as me, and she let me change her tampons on numerous occasions.
But my ex-wife was so prim and proper that I could never even suggest such a thing to her. She would have been horrified had she known that I often swiped one of her tampons and would spend the entire day with it lodged up my ass. A few times when I felt like living dangerously, I actually made love to her with a tampon inserted in my rectum. My ex was so squeaky clean there was not a chance in the world she would ever touch me there. She was a good woman and a terrific mom. But she sure didn't share my appetite for sexual misconduct, for lack of a better term.
Because I had a looming deadline to close a big sale the next day, I asked Lynn if she could come over to my place, earn some overtime, and help finish some paperwork that night. She agreed saying it was really boring in the evenings around her house when her husband was gone like now. Little did she know that before she came over that evening, I had planned to video her if she happened to use my bathroom. And I figured the chances were pretty high considering the time of the month.
When I got home, I carefully hid my spycam in the dirty clothes basket across the room directly opposite the commode. I had it set it up to come on automatically when the bathroom light came on.
When Lynn arrived about seven thirty, we went immediately to work. I was all business. She admitted that she was not feeling well and wanted to get done as quickly as possible. She was rather lethargic, and I sensed that her menstruation flow was exceptionally heavy and she was severely cramping. After about an hour, she asked to use my bathroom. I said sure, and Lynn picked up her purse and headed to the john. The fact that she had taken her purse with her thrilled me! I knew she was going to be putting on a crude but sexy show which my spycam would soon record.
She was in the crapper for nearly 10 minutes. When she came out, I told her I knew she wasn't feeling good and she should go on home. I could easily finish up now. She took me up on my offer. I walked her out to her car and gave her a fatherly hug and thanked her for coming over to help.
When I got back in the house, I rushed to the bathroom and retrieved the spycam. I put the mini DVD in my laptop and my secretly recorded movie began to run.
The camera rolled when the light switch came on. Lovely Lynn walked over to the toilet and completed removed her pants and panties. Naked from waist down, she picked the panties back up and removed a protective panty liner that had pink spotting all over it. She wrapped it in a tissue and threw it away in my trash.
I paused the video and made off for the bathroom. The pad was in my bathroom trash under other rubbish as if she had attempted to hide it from me. I picked it up, unwrapped it and sniffed deeply. It had the potent and pungent odor of Lynn's sweet pussy permeating it. I took it back with me to where I was watching the DVD and resuming the video. I deeply inhale her scent on the panty liner again and began stroking my cock while I watched the delicious young girl exposed on the monitor.
Lynn sat down on the toilet and then spread her legs wide. The young Mrs. had the hairiest cunt I'd ever seen. Oh shit, I thought. This girl was my dream come true. It even appeared to me that her unkempt pubes extended up her butt crack, surrounding her brown puckered asshole, although I couldn't tell for sure at this point in the video.
I like lots of pubes on a women. Not only did Lynn have a super thick bush, but she had a thick head of hair and very bushy eyebrows which I always found to be seductive.
Splitting the middle of all that dark thick curly pubic hair was her long exquisite pussy slit with a white string dangling out between her extremely puffy vaginal lips. With two fingers, Lynn flared her swollen cunt lips apart. Then with the other hand she withdrew a nearly saturated bloody tampon which had been pushed unusually deep into her vagina. Then she dropped it with a splash in the toilet bowl.
I nearly shot my wad. Glory be to heaven, I thought. Her menstruation is so heavy that she has to wear a pad and a tampon to keep from making a bloody mess in her panties. I loved it!
Then Lynn began to pee. It trickled at first. Then a dense stream of golden urine sprayed out of her urethra and into the toilet water with a good deal of force.
Damnation, I thought! I just had to somehow figure a way fuck this adorable young girl! I unzipped my pants, took out my extraordinarily large cock and began jacking off.
Lynn rolled off some toilet paper and wiped inside her slit. Her pubes were still soaked in piss, so she wet a wash cloth and thoroughly cleaned her genitalia.
Then Lynn went through her purse. She pulled out a disposable douche. She assembled the douche bottle which had a six inch long applicator, and she lifted the toilet seat and squatted over it, providing me with a wonderful view. With her back to the camera, she straddled the commode. Now I could see that her dense pubic hair did indeed run halfway up the crack of her dainty little ass.
Lynn inserted the six inch applicator fully into her pussy and forcefully squeezed the plastic bottle until the douche completely emptied in her tender pink sex organ. She removed the applicator and let the vinegary water gushed back out of her vaginal canal into the toilet. She again cleaned herself with the wash cloth, then wrapped the applicator with another tissue. She put the bottle and applicator back in her purse and got dressed and flipped off the bathroom light which stopped the spycam.
I watched the video twice more and continued to beat my hard meat until I was about to cum. I quickly covered the head of my cock with Lynn's used panty liner pad. My dick exploded, soaking the pad with my thick creamy semen.
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Being alone with Lynn the next couple of days at work until the weekend came was excruciatingly punishing for me. On Friday, in particular, because we always dressed casually the last day of the work week. Lynn was wearing spandex pants that clung to her every curve and a thin, tight halter top. And she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't have real large tits which is common for girls in their teenaged years and before their bodies make babies. But her titties were definitely more than a mouthful. And her nipples were incredible! Shit, I can only say that they were uncommonly big and their outline was clearly visible at all times through the tight halter top she was wearing.
I sniffed around her all morning to the extent I could without it becoming too noticeable. And again I smelled signs of her menstruation. I was semi-hard the whole day. I just wanted to grab her and rip off her clothes and fuck her bleeding pussy on the spot.
Around two in the afternoon, I couldn't stand it any longer and in order to control myself, I told Lynn to go home and have an early start to the weekend. She was grateful saying her husband would be getting in that evening and she had several things to take care of before he arrived home. She smiled at me bashfully.
I quipped that I bet a newlywed bride, especially one as pretty as her, had lots of special preparations to make before her husband returned home. A good wife always knows how to make her man happy after they've been apart for a while, I said.
Lynn blushed and her cheeks turned red. Impulsively she raced over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and an affectionate hug, grinding her soft tits and big nipples into my chest as an offer of thanks for the time off.
Lynn left and I knew that what I had said aroused her. But I also knew she was probably not the kind of wife who allowed her husband to have sex when she was in her period. Maybe he would get a great blow job when he got home tonight, I thought to myself and grinned. I wondered just how beautiful Lynn looked when she had a mouthful of cum. And more important, would she swallow?
If I kept working on her, maybe I would find out for myself. Little did I know that wondrous moment was so much closer than I could ever have imagined.
Chapter 2: Old Enough to Breed
I had been watching TV late and was stretched out on my sofa that Friday night. I was just dozing off when my doorbell rang. I had no idea who it might be at my door at midnight. Looking out the peephole, I saw it was Lynn and quickly opened the door. Standing on my porch, Lynn was wearing only a thin white cotton nightshirt that just covered her crotch and she was obviously braless. I could tell she had been crying and asked her what was wrong.
She literally lunged into my arms and sobbed on my shoulders. I am so sorry to bother you so late, but I didn't know where else to go, I don't have any friends here yet, she sobbed.
No problem, I assured her. What's wrong, sweetheart? I asked and shut the door and led her into the living room and sat her down on the sofa.
That bastard! she cried. That fucking bastard! That's what's wrong!
What bastard? I asked, figuring it was an argument with her spouse, so I sat down close to her and held her in my arms comfortingly.
She cried on my shoulder for about the next minute, and I caressed her arms and back to console her. I looked down and her nightshirt had ridden up just enough for me to tell that in addition to the fact that she was braless, she wasn't wearing any panties either, as evidenced by the partial display of her thick bush. It must have been a hell of an argument, because she left her house like she was going to a come-as-you-are party.
I reached across her body to the end table and pulled out a couple of tissues and gave them to Lynn. She said thank you and began drying her red eyes.
Okay, what happened, Lynn? You can confide in me, you know, I said.
I know I can, she whispered and then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. You're the best friend I have around here.
Tell me everything then, I said soothingly.
That bastard! she yelled again. We've only been married three months and that bastard is already cheating on me!
There now, I said and kissed on the forehead. How do you know?
Well, she said sniffling, I decided to surprise him and pick him up at the airport so he wouldn't have to find a cab. The baggage area was crowded because the plane was an hour late. I spotted him coming out of the secure area into baggage but I was on the other side of the room. Before I could work my way over to him, I saw his whore for a secretary next to him. They were arm-in-arm and hugging and kissing. His hands were all over her! She must have gone with him on the trip. The bastard must have been fucking her the whole time he was gone!
Lynn began crying again and I wiped away her tears and she continued. I slipped out of the airport without him seeing me and drove back home. My mind was reeling. I didn't know what to do. I was like a zombie. I must have undressed myself and got ready for bed. I don't really remember putting on my night clothes. I curled up on the couch and waited for him to get home. I waited and waited. Over two hours! Then it hit me. The bastard had probably taken her home and was dipping his damn dong into her one more time before he came home to me!
Oh, Lynn, darling. That's terrible, I said trying to offer her some form of solace. I put my arms around her and squeezed her soft body into mine.
Then I whispered to her. You know what they say, don't you? I paused for effect the said. They always say: Don't get mad, get even.
You're damn right! she said forcefully. Then it suddenly hit what I was hinting at. I drew her closer and rubbed my hand on the inner portion of her thigh. She looked down at my hand which was inches away from her inadvertently exposed pussy. Then she looked up at me and saw the tenderness and caring in my eyes as well as the desire in my face. She was taking the hint, because she shyly and innocently said, I'm ready. Really ready. But how do I get even? she asked coyly.
Easy, I said and I moved toward her and kissed her passionately on the lips. And she kissed back. We were entwined in a caring embrace for several minutes. I moved my hand over her naked thigh up to caress her warm and wet crotch.
Lynn spread her legs apart to give me full access to her hole of love. My finger stroked her moist clit. She shuddered with unquestionable passion. Then her body suddenly stiffened and she moved her legs closer together, my hand trapped in-between.
What's wrong, dearest? I asked.
I want you, she answered. I really do. But I can't have you.
Why not? I asked.
Because I'm in my period, she replied. It's not right.
I laughed. When you love someone it's always right, Lynn. And I do.
Do what? she asked.
I love you, I said and we kissed passionately again. She spread her legs apart once more. Her menstruating twat was mine, I thought.
I broke our embrace and stood up. Then I reached out my hand. Lynn took it and I lifted her off the sofa and we virtually floated dream-like toward the bedroom.
I stopped her at the bathroom door. In here first, I said and she followed my directions without question.
I maneuvered her next to the commode and lifted her nightshirt off over her head. Then I turned her around facing me and gently lowered her until she was sitting on the stool. I dropped down to my knees in front of her and pried her legs apart, giving me an unobstructed view of her hairy sex organ.
I spotted the draw string as she watched me. Then I took hold of the string and took out all the slack, applying just enough tension so she could feel it, but not enough to withdraw the tampon.
Lynn reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy wide apart to where it was laid bare and open to my lustful eyes. Slowly, incredibly slowly, I began pulling the blood soaked tampon out of her aroused cunt. Lynn threw her head back in lustful ecstasy, feeling the object being slowly removed from the most private recess of her body. Her body trembled as the tampon finally slipped out of her cock cove. She was completely lost in the most aroused moment of her young life.
I dropped the tampon into the toilet and then reached up and cupped her dainty breasts. She let her breath escape and her head dropped down to look at me.
Piss for me, I said. I want to watch you pee-pee. I smiled lovingly at her and she quivered with lust and unbridled sexual desire.
I squeezed her titties harder, and she began to piss. I watched the warm golden liquid flood out of her pussy mixed with the menses coming from her fertile uterus.
When she finished, I reached for a wash cloth and ran warm water on it, then I cleaned the remnants of her discharge off her hirsute pubis.
Then I stood up and announced that I had to piss too. I looked deeply into her eyes and said, spread your legs further and I'll pee between them. She obeyed. And I pulled my sweatshirt off over my head. Then I slipped out of my sweat pants exposing my abnormally long flaccid cock to Lynn for the first time.
Her beautiful green eyes got as big as saucers.
HOLY SHIT! she gasped. Then the young girl who had been raised as a devout Catholic exclaimed: Mary Mother of Jesus, forgive me for what your poor innocent servant is about to do. Lynn reached out with both her tiny hands trembling in fear and she firmly grasped my massive manhood. She pointed my dick between her legs and I started to pee.
Lynn couldn't keep her hands steady. So I was alternatingly pissing in the bowl and pissing on her tantalizing young body. When I finished peeing, she shook it gently a couple of times to remove the last drops.
I looked down at her in all her glory and asked. Have you ever sucked a big cock before?
Of course not! she giggled.
Well, guess what? I asked.
I'm about to, she answered and giggled again.
That's right. And it gets longer and harder when a pretty girl puts it in her mouth, I said.
Lynn raised my cock upward with both hands still firmly grasping it. I moved in to straddle her legs and the head of my penis pushed up against her luscious lips. Her tongue darted out and she licked off the last remaining drop of urine. Then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and guided the head of my cock into her oral opening.
I moved forward emphatically and thrust several inches into her lovely mouth. She gagged at first. Then her head started bobbing up and down on my cock and she also began caressing my big ball sac.
She was a great little cocksucker, despite her inexperience and immature years. She was getting more aroused and sexually excited by the minute and was really beginning to enjoy her work. I groaned loudly with pleasure. My cock was responding the stimulation and was soon at its fully erect length. Lynn's mouth was stretched to its limit as my hard cock had swollen in thickness as well.
I clutched the sides of Lynn's head firmly and held her rigid. Then I begin to face fuck her. Slowly and gently at first, then more rapidly and with less concern for her comfort.
Soon nearly half the length of my dick was going down her pretty throat. She gagged painfully as I forced more man meat into her tiny mouth and then just as quickly pulled back. I was getting close as I rammed my tool in and out again and again.
Lynn sensed what was coming or cumming as the case may be. She was jerking my cock with one hand and had the other clamped on my balls.
I'M CUMMING! I yelled and Lynn screeched. I pulled back so just the head of my cock was left in her mouth and my semen poured out in large gobs. Near the end, I let go of her head and she jerked back causing the last load of cum to splatter onto her chin and dribble down on her gorgeous tits. Lynn swallowed the creamy load in her mouth.
We both were immobile for a few moments, catching our breath and regaining our bearings.
Then Lynn looked up at me and smiled. I love you! Are you ready to fuck my cunt now? she asked alluringly.
And I knew at that instant that I had finally found a true slut who could and would satisfy my every perverse need.
Chapter 3: Lynn's First Step toward Breeding
I picked up 19 year old newlywed Lynn off the commode and carried her to my bed. I gently laid her out on the king size mattress and then set out a bath towel under her ass in case her flow resumed. Then I moved on top of her and kissed her hard on the lips. There was a strong taste on semen on her lips.
You're a Catholic, aren't you, Lynn? I asked.
Yes, she answered, which means I can ask and get forgiveness for anything we do tonight, no matter how degenerate it is, she gigged.
What I was really wondering was, are you on birth control? I asked.
No, of course not. That's a sin, she answered seriously not seeing the irony under the circumstances.
Never taken the pill or used a rubber during sex? I asked.
No, never, she said.
Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant? Not tonight of course, you're in your period, but at other times? I asked.
No, you goofus, of course not. I've made my husband use the rhythm method. Of course, I want to have babies, but we're in no hurry. We've only been married and been getting fucked for three months, you know. And no accidents yet, Lynn giggled.
Not worried at all? I asked again.
Nope. I'm more worried whether or not that monster hanging between your legs is going to fit in my pretty pussy without splitting me in two! Lynn squealed in delight and then shivered in fear.
I laughed at her. Don't worry, I've screwed hundreds of different women with this old shaft and while it hurt everyone of them at first, they all came back for more.
How big was it when you were growing up? Lynn asked curiously.
I held my hands apart to indicate its size and said, It was this long until I reach puberty. That's huge any standard. Then it suddenly the thing grew to its current size in a couple of months!
Lynn must have been feeling particularly horny because she brazenly continued to quiz me about my sex life.
My husband was the first man I screwed, she said. Who was your first fuck? she quizzed.
Well, word of it got around when I was in school, and our hunky, good looking art teacher Miss Thompson, who had the reputation of sleeping with all the male teachers, made me stay after school one day because she said I was naughty. Turned out she was the naughty one, if you get my drift, I replied and Lynn laughed in her cute little embarrassed way.
All the while I was vigorously fingering Lynn's pussy and it was getting wetter and wetter by the second. I found her tiny aroused clitoris and rubbed it roughly. She let out a series of high pitched squeals and without warning she had one of the most intense orgasms I've ever known a woman to experience.
My turn at 20 questions, I said. Have you always had orgasms this easy and that quickly?
Yes, she answered breathlessly. Ever since I was...well, ever since I discovered that I enjoyed touching my own pussy.
I kissed her gently and moved down between her splayed legs. She had been spotting on the towel I laid out. I put both hands on her vulva and spread her hairy pussy apart. It's foul odor turned me on and made me even harder. Holding her open wide, I positioned the head of my cock up against the fleshy opening. Then with one forceful push, I rammed half my cock into her belly.
Lynn screamed out in pain and pleaded for me to stop. NO, NO, NO! she cried. IT'S TOO BIG! GET IT OUT OF ME!
It's not even all the way in you yet, my love, I stated and began to work more and more of my lengthy manhood into her sensitive young hole.
Lynn again screamed in pain and then pleasure. She was having her second furious orgasm of the night. I could feel her gushing vaginal fluids which were coating my cock. The extra lubrication allowed me to sink deeper into her body until I hit bottom. All the while, she was convulsed in multiple orgasms. I pumped in and out for several minutes. Her climax continued the whole time. Then I felt my balls swelling and my sperm poured into her unprotected belly.
I laid on top of her until my dick softened and her sexual pleasure subsided. Then I withdrew, leaving her pussy hole gaping. Cum oozed out of it, down her leg and onto the towel.
Lynn laid there with her eyes shut and she was panting softly. She was limp, like a worn out rag doll.
I kissed her lightly on the forehead and a smile stole across her lips.
Is it sore? I asked.
A little, she replied. I can't believe you got the whole thing inside me. That was the best sex of my entire life! she exclaimed.
Stay with me then, I said. Divorce your husband and live right here with me and I'll show you what sex is all about.
Only if you promise to make a baby in me, she replied.
I'll see to it that happens and soon, I promised. Not just one, but one right after the other.
Lynn kissed me long and hard. Then we fell asleep in a tight embrace.
We sucked and fucked all weekend and early on Monday she filed for divorce.
Libbie
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