A ldquo modern woman rsquo s rdquo guide in male oral servitude
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Erin sighed as sunlight spilled over her face. Winter always seemed to last too long. Autumn was her favorite season but nothing compared to the first warm rays of spring. The thump of the front door roused her from her languorous state.
"Hey mom, I'm home," called Jacob's familiar voice.
"I'm in the kitchen."
Jacob's youthful face rounded the dining room wall.
"Hun, why are you late?" Erin asked.
"That's my fault Ms. Sinclair," answered James. "I apologize."
"Is it just the two of you?" she inquired.
"Yes, mom."
Erin had been worried when the unlikely friendship had begun. Her son spending time with someone five years his senior seemed odd. Why would a teenager in his prime opt to hang out with a thirteen year old? At that age she only had eyes for those in her class or one year her senior. Granted there weren't any boys around Jacob's age in the neighborhood, but making friends with fellow classmates was more logical.
Polite inquires around the neighborhood were made. James mowed Ruth Rosewater's lawn in the summer and shoveled the walk after snow storms. The only forms of payment he accepted were slices of cake or pie. The only complaint she had found came from Mr. Ott.
"That boy drives that silly foreign car of his too fast and plays his music too loud," he said.
A month or so after the friendship began two more high school seniors, Shawn and Trevor, appeared. The inseparable and unlikely duo became a foursome. In an effort to allay her concerns Erin invited the other mothers for coffee at a local shop. Idle chatter was mixed with frank, honest discussions of the young men.
James' mother, Ellen, had been very complimentary concerning Jacob's manners and assured Erin that she would watch over Jacob as if he was her own. Each mother assured her that her son was not a troubled boy. The following day, while chewing her bottom lip, Erin paid fifteen dollars to a website to run background checks on James, Trevor, and Shawn. The results were spotless.
"May we go downstairs and play video games?" asked Jacob.
Erin smiled. "Sure. A casserole is in the oven and should be ready in thirty minutes."
The boys swiftly disappeared. A short time later, the sounds of gunfire and explosions wafted up the stairs. Sitting in her dining room Erin's eyes roamed her ceiling while lost in thought. Jacob had always been a quite, shy boy. James' friendship had drawn him out of his shell.
She had been in the kitchen preparing dinner one day when Jacob barged in and animatedly regaled her with a tale of a hotly contested round of Frisbee golf at nearby park. He had scored a birdie on the final hole that had clinched a win for his and James' team. The beaming smile on Jacob's face had melted away her worries. Begrudgingly, she had to admit that the unusual friendship filled a void in her son's life that she could not address herself.
With a vexed click of her tongue, Erin noticed a burned out bulb in one of the recessed lights. She heaved herself out of the chair and retrieved a small step ladder and a spare bulb. Up on her toes Erin frantically twisted her wrist in an effort to set the new bulb into place before her arm got tired. She cursed as her hard soled shoes slipped on the metal ladder step. A hand grabbed her waist while the other settled on her backside.
"Careful there, Ms. Sinclair," said James.
As she climbed down, the hand on her hip slid upwards to quickly cup her breast.
James patted her on the back. "Good thing I came up to get a drink."
Erin was dumbfounded. The touch had been so quick. Was it an accident? Had James meant to touch her?
Minutes passed as she was consumed by the internal debate. The oven's buzzer pulled her back to the present. Moments after she called, the boys emerged from the basement. James' behavior was no different.
"You are welcome to stay James," Erin offered.
"Thank you, but I've been eating here often enough my mom's getting jealous. I think I should go home and make amends."
She walked him to the door and watched as he climbed into his plain, white Toyota. The engine roared as he pulled away from the curb and blazed down the street. Mr. Ott, seated on his front porch, shook his fist at the car as it sped by.
Weeks passed in the hasty way that spring weeks do. No other inappropriate contact occurred, though James had developed a habit of touching her. A hand on her shoulder, a gentle touch on the arm to draw her attention, or a palm against her back to let her know he was there. Never was the contact improper, namely pawing or lingering too long. So Erin bit back her objections and in time became used to the contact.
After repeated begging and bargaining by Jacob, Erin relented and allowed a movie and video game night. She sat at the dining room table while her home was filled with frenetic teenage conversation. Empty pizza boxes and soda bottles lined the table. Erin was slightly aghast at the amount of food young boys could consume without any signs of distress.
"Ready for me to shoot you in the face?" asked Jacob.
"Bring it on little man," replied Shawn.
The boys bolted from the table. Before he left the room James stopped and turned around.
"Thank you for dinner Ms. Sinclair," said James before following his friends.
Erin busied herself with cleaning up the remains of dinner and addressing other small tasks around the house. Only twice did she have to ask the boys to keep the volume down. As the night stretched on, she slipped into more comfortable clothing, scooped up several movies, a glass of wine, and settled onto the couch.
At the beginning of her third movie the house had grown dark and the basement quiet. As the protagonist of the story finally yet reluctantly admitted his love, James slipped onto the couch. In the soft light of the flickering television his face was youthful and unreadable.
"Jacob, Shawn, and Trevor are out cold. I can't sleep. Oh, I'll refill that for you."
Before she could decline, James snatched up her wine glass and disappeared into the darkness. He returned with her drink and a tall glass of ice and soda for himself. As the tension between the two unlikely on-screen lovers grew, Erin's wineglass was refilled several times.
James settled onto the couch as he placed her full glass carefully on a coaster. The air conditioning had finally overtaken the record breaking heat of the day. As her body's metabolism slowed down and prepared for sleep, the cool air raised goose pimples across her skin. With the teenager sitting so close that their hips touched, Erin became acutely aware of her conspicuously hard nipples.
"A little cold?" James asked.
In response to her brief nod, he slipped his left arm over her shoulder and pulled her close. Erin attempted to politely shrug him off, but only resulted in pressing herself against him. His hand cupped her shoulder while his fingers gently traced with thin strap of her tank top. The light from the television glinted in his blue eyes while he idly sipped on his soda. As the on-screen lovers shared their first kiss Erin felt fingers slip the straps off her shoulder and slid the material below her breasts.
"James wait ... Oh," she gasped as his mouth closed over her right nipple and a cold tongue caressed her sending a shiver down her spine. Warm, calloused fingers traced the curve of her shoulder, brushed the back of her neck, and entangled themselves in her hair. With gentle yet steady pressure, her head was pulled backwards until she was staring up at the ceiling.
Erin jumped as teeth nipped at her sensitive skin. James shifted his position while his other hand cupped and caressed her through her shorts. Attempting to defend herself, she closed her legs as best she could but it only resulted in trapping the offending hand in place. Saliva left from the departed mouth cooled and caused her nipple to harden further and ache deliciously.
All protests that formed in her mind resulted in wordless sounds escaping her mouth as the blonde teen molested her. She struggled, but with her head controlled her range of movement was limited. Each time James simply adjusted his posture and reasserted control.
Little sparks of sensation rolled down her ribs and settled below her navel as James focused on her nipples. Erin lost track of time as lips, tongue, and teeth teased her nipples all the while the hand between her legs maintained a constant, kneading pressure.
After a particularly loud gasp escaped her lips the hand left her hair, the teasing ceased, and her top was pulled back into position. With a pat on the top of her head James departed. In two heartbeats she bolted from the couch, stumbled up the stairs, and locked herself in her bathroom.
Mouth open and panting she considered her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had a vacant, shocked look. James' saliva had turned parts of the white top transparent leaving the dark shadows of her nipples clearly visible.
Erin slumped to the floor, leaned forward, and rested her cheek against the edge of the bathtub. The cool tiles felt good against her knees. Her son's best friend had simply sampled her in her own home. Her underwear clinging tightly to her body betrayed her level of arousal. She was wet. Tears of shame ran down her cheeks as her aching nipples begged for attention.
By the time she forced herself out of bed the next morning and slowly walked downstairs, James and the other boys had departed.
A week passed without James entering her home. Bit by bit her feelings of guilt and shame ebbed away as the encounter retreated into the past.
Erin's day at work had been hectic. Loose ends always crept up when least expected and least desired. As she drove home she allowed her mind to wander. Four months ago she had been startled to realize that she was looking up at Jacob while talking. Young men seemed to grow in fits and spurts like weeds.
Shortly afterwards Jacob had asked to go sneaker shopping alone. She had had to choke back tears as she gave him the money and waited at the food court. A few weeks later she caught him staring in the bathroom mirror while playing with a chest hair.
Her little boy was slipping away. Soon the slimness of adolescent would thicken into the brawn of manhood. She shivered, it wouldn't be long until talk of driving and girls arrived. Oh God, at some point she would need to have the sex talk with him. Erin vowed to herself to have one last summer of fun before puberty with all its angst and fury stole Jacob from her. She had invoked all her vacation days in preparation. For the next month she and her son would have all the time together they desired.
A quick stop at the store secured the necessary items for a Sinclair Family Taco Night. Bulging bags filled her arms as she gently kicked open the front door. No one responded to her calls. Her heels clicked on the floor as she set the bags carefully on the kitchen counter. The damned tomatoes constantly tried to tip over. Keys clattered against granite as Erin looked out her back window.
Shawn was in the backyard tossing a baseball. The narrowness of the window restricted her view, but her worry about the house being empty was mollified. Erin set about putting away the groceries as the patio door slid open and then closed. A hand settled on her backside while she was bent over at the waist sorting through pots and pans beneath the counter while looking for a double boiler. She stiffened in surprise. Capitalizing on her shocked paralysis, a foot pushed between hers and moved them apart while strong hands kept her in place.
"Now, now, Ms. Sinclair. Behave," James whispered into her ear.
His left arm threaded between her elbows and her back. When he took a firm grip on her right elbow she found her arms were trapped in place. James' other hand found the zipper to her skirt and slowly tugged it down. The sound of each tooth unhooking thundered in her ears. The khaki-colored fabric brushed her legs as it slipped to the floor. Erin struggled against the young man as best she could as he pushed her upper body forward.
"James ... James... , " she said. Her voice sounded frantic and pleading.
His hand cupped her backside and slowly slid between her legs. Fingers rubbed in tight circles against the cotton protecting her. Erin gritted her teeth. Despite being angry and embarrassed she felt her body respond. She tried to kick backwards but James deflected her leg wide of the mark with his knee.
Erin weighed her options. She could scream. With the window and the patio door closed she wasn't sure it she would be heard. If she was, it would only serve to bring Shawn and her son to witness the scene. The older, more physically developed Shawn would be able to prevent Jacob from helping her if it came to that.
Her anger had blossomed into rage and frustration, but the touch of the teen was sending electric shocks through her. The muscles below her navel twitched and jerked with each caresses. Her panties were sticking to her as James continued his maddening pattern of circles. In short order the teasing fingers slipped underneath the thin veil of cotton. She swore she felt the ridges of his fingerprints as he caressed her.
Erin groaned as a finger pushed into her slit and sought her opening. Once he found his target, James moved the digit in a slow circle before pressing inside her.
"Remember the night I sucked your tits?" asked James.
Another groan escaped as the young man's finger slid fully into her.
"Want to know what I found interesting about that night?"
Erin gasped as second finger joined the first, gently stretching her.
"You never said 'no'."
She felt herself spasm and tightly grip the invaders as the truth of James' revelation sank in. The fingers slowly withdrew and then re-entered her. Erin felt her nipples tighten and press against her bra. As James continued his machinations she bit her lower lip until it hurt. Her son's friend was fingering her without her consent and yet she was grinding against the offending hand. She should be seeing red and screaming bloody murder, yet the thought that dominated her mind was the hope she would orgasm before he finished.
Erin felt another nudging pressure at her opening for several heartbeats before it relented.
"Just two. That's good," James cooed in her ear.
The probing fingers explored her thoroughly. Slowly sliding up and down; attempting to touch her from every angle. When James found a spot that caused her hips to buck involuntarily he repeatedly stimulated her, laughing each time she responded. Tears welled in her eyes as moisture ran down her right thigh. Erin chocked back a sob. She was angry yet she didn't want him to stop.
With a wet, smacking sound James withdrew his fingers. He pulled her panties back into place and patted her bottom. Erin felt the wetness of his fingers against the back of her right thigh.
"Good girl," whispered James as he kissed the back of her neck.
When Erin heard the patio door close she grabbed her skirt and bolted for the safety of her bathroom. Curled on her bathroom floor she cried. Trails from tears of anger and humiliation cooled on her cheeks as tears of frustration replaced them. Her anger had faded, but the heat between her legs raged on unabated.
Taco Night was a quiet, joyless event. Shawn and James had departed after the cessation of catch. Jacob seemed to sense her moodiness kept silent and out of sight. He didn't protest when bedtime was announced. After tucking him in Erin sat on the corner of her bed and changed into her pajamas. On the way to the kitchen for a cool drink before bed the doorbell rang. James' face appeared in the crack between door and jam.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I left my glove here and I need it for tomorrow."
Erin closed the door in his face. With quick, aggravated movements she searched the kitchen and the living room. The shock of seeming James' face had caused her nipples to stiffen. It was a reaction for which she hated herself. With a growl she returned to the front door.
"It's not here," she said.
"Please let me look. I really need it tomorrow and it's the best one I have."
Begrudgingly she opened the door wider and gestured him inside. He slipped past her while his head swiveled back and forth.
"I told you it's not here," she repeated.
James pulled the patio door aside, knelt on the concrete step, and reached beyond the frame of the glass pane. With a toothy grin he held up the missing glove.
"OK. Time to go," she said.
As she approached the door a hand took a firm grip on the belt of her robe. In a heartbeat James' other hand unknotted the belt and the robe was tugged from her body.
"James we can't," she protested as she back peddled from the young man. Her heel made contact and she tottered backwards onto the large leather ottoman. Erin swatted at his hands but his agile fingers unbutton her satin pajama top. His mouth on her right nipple caused her to gasp and arch her back.
In the moment of weakness, James hooked a finger into the bottoms and pulled them down along with her underwear. The need to fight was overwhelmed with her desire to gasp and shiver. With her head hanging off the edge of the ottoman, hair danced around her face while she writhed under the young man's mouth and fingers.
Large hands gripped her waist and pulled her to the center of the ottoman. The satin bunched under her back and allowed her to slip with little resistance across the leather. Erin felt powerless as James knelt between her spread knees.
With balled fists she hammered on his shoulders but he ignored the blows. Her mouth worked wordlessly as her body arched until only the back of her head and her hips were in contact with the soft leather. He had penetrated her without resistance or need of artificial lubrication.
James moved with long, slow strokes; pushing in as deeply as possible before withdrawing at the same pace and then repeating the action. Erin found herself grasping in vain at the smooth sides of the ottoman while tremors rippled through her legs. A hand cupped the back of her head as her son's friend leaned over her body. Erin's eyes locked onto his.
"What's your first name?" he asked.
"Erin."
Oh God. She was a woman. She should be exchanging coy glances over a candle lit dinner. Offering flirtations and sly hints to encourage the man she had selected to pursue her. Sex should have been the result of excitement and romance. Instead a boy that didn't even know her first name was using her in her living room. Shame and revulsion welled up within her as James' downward thrust filled her.
She ground her teeth. The pleasure causing her toes to tingle was wrong. How could this boy care about her? He hadn't even known her name. James pushed deep inside Erin and gave a quick rotation of his hips. Her eyes flew open and despite herself she felt a brief pulse of pleasure that always accompanied her orgasms.
Erin swallowed hard several times and tried to find her voice. The young man grinding his hips against hers was wrong. However, it felt so good. Her mind and her body were at odds. With each thrust of James' hips her physical desire slipped more and more into the dominant position. The teenager pushed into her fully and ground his hips against hers.
The brushing contact of his lower abdomen against her mound sent her over the edge. A long, low moan slid slowly out of her throat. Erin's fingers clutched at his shoulders while she locked her ankles behind James. She wanted to ride out the wave of sensation with his warm body as company.
As the flood of pleasure drifted away and was replaced with a satisfying numb tingling, she opened her eyes. James smiling face was directly in front of hers. He gave three hard, quick thrusts before his body tensed and his eyes slid closed. A pleased expression crossed his face as his body stiffened and stayed in place.
After a kiss to her forehead James gathered his clothes and departed. Erin stayed on the ottoman as her sweat and James' cooled on her skin. The irritation of the leather sticking to her skin spurred her into action. She gathered her things with slow, listless hands. As she climbed the stairs to her room she felt James' deposit inside her.
In the morning, Erin refused to leave her bed. Worry laced Jacob's voice when he asked if she was sick. At noon he softly knocked on her door and presented a tray laden with Ginger Ale, chicken soup, and saltine crackers. She kept the shades drawn and the lights off while she pondered her situation.
There was a tightness in her chest as humiliation ground against her desire. Resolution escaped her as Jacob carefully entered her room, announced it was dinner time, and offered tomato soup alongside a handmade grilled cheese sandwich.
She left the dark confines of her room the following day but at her core she remained conflicted. Jacob excitedly explained his plans over a bowl of cereal. He rushed out the door as it banged closed loudly behind him. Erin, with new found passion, set about cleaning. She knew it was irrational but she felt if her home was spotless it would in turn remove the stain of her shame.
As dinner time arrived Jacob returned with slight sunburns on his ears and scrapes on both knees. After their meal they settled in for a movie in which he fell asleep half way through. Erin sniffed back tears when she realized he was too heavy to carry upstairs. His shoes were gently removed before being was covered with a light blanket.
With the lights dimmed and her home smelling lemony fresh Erin decided to retire. She tossed and turned while sleep eluded her. After a groan of frustration, she threw back the covers and reached for her nightstand. In the second drawer from the bottom, hidden neatly under a set of pajamas, was her vibrator. She flicked it on and nestled it between her legs. The pulsing of the toy sent small shivers up her spine.
After a few calming breathes her body began to respond. Minutes passed as hot pleasure built. Her left hand pinched and tugged on her nipples as her orgasm crashed over her. Panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat Erin felt unfulfilled. The core act of her orgasm was there, but the essence -- the excitement, the visceral thrill -- was absent. It was like a cake without icing or hot coco without marsh mellows. She gave a frustrated scream as she threw the toy across the room.
Her face was red as she approached the counter. During the day she had debated her options. Anonymity was nice but she didn't want to wait the required time for a delivery. Also, she wanted some expertise involved in the purchase. Money was not the only investment, so she wanted to get it right. Erin had to clear her throat before her voice would work.
"What's the best vibrator you have?" she asked.
The young woman behind the counter blinked in surprise and then smiled widely. She slipped off her chair and crooked a finger. Focusing on the floor tiles in front of her Erin followed a few steps behind.
"Do you want the fanciest one or the most powerful?" the young woman asked.
"The most powerful."
Hoping that the other shoppers in the store had not heard her response, Erin handed her debit card across the counter. With quick, jerky motions Erin signed the receipt while the clerk presented her with her card and the discretely bagged toy.
"If you don't like it come back and see me. I'd love to help you again," said the still smiling young woman.
It took all of Erin's self-control not to run from the store.
After Jacob had been put to bed Erin retrieved her new toy from its hiding place. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth as she shed her clothes and climbed on to the bed. She pressed the toy to the apex of her mound. Holding her breath she turned it on. With a gasp she rolled onto her knees.
The girl at the store had been right, it was powerful. Even on the lowest setting vibrations rippled through her lower body. Erin swore she could feel her pelvis vibrate. Twitching and swinging her hips back and forth in the air, she bit her blankets to muffle her cry. The toy fell away while her hips bucked desperately. The experience was better than her previous vibrator but she was still left wanting.
Tucked under the covers, Erin chewed her fingernails and contemplated what was wrong with her. A boy more than a decade her junior shouldn't sexually excite her while forcing himself upon her. As her mind slowed and darkness swallowed her from the back of her mind something whispered, "Submit."
Precious vacation days had slipped away. Erin decided to focus on the relationship with her son instead of her own personal conflict. Once Jacob was back in school, she could schedule an appointment with a therapist and try to sort it all out.
Posters in local storefronts announced that county fairs were in full bloom. Memories of corndogs, funnel cakes, and Jacob squealing excitedly flooded her. With a smiling son at her side many days were filled with leisurely trips to farmer's markets, rodeos, and animal exhibits.
Erin stood in her kitchen with her arms crossed tapping her foot on the floor. James was in her basement playing games with Jacob, Shawn, and Trevor. It had required every ounce of her self-control not to slap the boy the moment her entered her home. Slowly and with much trepidation she had come to terms with the fact that she couldn't avoid him forever. The ring of her phone pulled her away from her fuming.
"Hello Erin. It's Ellen. Would you be interesting in coming over to our place for dinner tomorrow? Justin got a new grill and he's excited to try it out."
"Sure Ellen. That sounds nice."
Erin was lost in thought as she returned the phone to its cradle.
"Don't worry Miss S. I'll make it worth your while," said James.
His voice startled her. The sharp slap to her backside caused her to jump and yelp. With her knees shaking and anger rising in her she realized her nipples were stiff and there was a tingling between her legs.
Erin forced her best smile as James answered the door. The Ward's house was immaculate and impeccably decorated. Ellen pushed drinks into their hands and herded everyone into the large backyard. Clouds drifted across a blue sky as the smoke rose from Justin's grill. Lazy breezes carried the smells of cooking meat and steaming vegetables. Jacob was glued to Justin's side as he showed off his newest toy and expounded the nuances of properly grilling steaks.
James' behavior was polite and restrained. He attentively refilled Erin's glass and offered trays of snacks with the cost of casual, brushing touches. The palm of a hand lightly drug across her bottom. Later the back of his hand lightly pushed against her breast. Each time he offered her a slight knowing smile. Ellen didn't seem to notice. She was all smiles, small talk, and fluttery dances to the music lilting from speakers disguised as decorative rocks.
The food proved to be fantastic. Erin felt wonderfully sated. Frothy, icy drinks had soothed her nerves as the late evening sun caressed her skin. Jacob had had seconds and politely asked for thirds. Heavy eyelids betrayed his energetic smile as he reclined in the soft grass. Both families reclined on the patio furniture in the back yard. The blistering summer day had turned into a pleasant evening with a refreshing breeze coming from the south.
James sat up in his chair and snapped his fingers. "We've been bad hosts. Ms. Sinclair, may I offer you a tour of the house," he said as he extended a hand.
"Umm. Sure. Jacob would you like to come along?"
"I've seen it already," he responded with a wave of his hand.
They started in the neatly finished basement and proceeded through the first floor. James casually pointed out items of interest and tidbits of history concerning the house. With a gesture he directed her up the stairs before him. At the distance James followed Erin was acutely aware that her backside was at eye level.
"My favorite room in the house," James announced with a flourish as he pushed open the door.
Posters of cars, planes, and movies covered the walls. To her right was a large decal of a Chicago Bears football helmet.
"No posters of women?" she teased.
"Mom won't allow them," he said with a shrug.
His arms encircled her waist and pulled their bodies together. His fingers deftly unfastened her pants as he maneuvered her to the bed by the window.
"James. No," she protested.
He simply turned her to face him while he slid her pants down her legs. A sharp tug pulled her feet out from underneath her and dumped her onto the bed. Before she recovered from the tumble, his fingers were under the edge of her top and were pulling it over her head.
"We don't want to get this wrinkled," he declared.
In the space of two heartbeats his jeans and t-shirt were discarded. He knelt before her on the bed and pushed her knees apart.
"Well, my pretty little Erin. You have the honor of being the first girl I fuck on this bed."
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Beatrice's body, turned into a steaming froth, came slowly down, three hours later, as Madison flipped the switches that reduced the size of the phalluses, then retracted them into the polished face of the table's attachment. Beatrice closed her eyes and panted at the agony of their withdrawal. Madison leered at her violated bottom, her cunt gaped impossibly, it was sodden. It drooled onto the large pool on the table that she was lying in. Her asshole, although reddened with her prior...
It was Sunday morning and Mrs Lewis had told him she wouldn't need him that day, which David was extremely disappointed about. He felt like the stuffing had just been knocked out of him, especially as he had gone to the trouble of persuading Dale to take Jason away with him so he could spend more time with Mrs Lewis in private. He watched dale and Jason depart from his upstairs window, making sure that Mrs Lewis wouldn't see him spying as she saw her son off. An hour later he was on the...
Continuing the Summer saga, this story picks up where "Summer is Hot in Cozumel" left off. "So, John, what's the deal with you sexually propositioning Aaron?" "WHAT?!" Grinning, Summer poked him in the ribs. "Don't try to deny it, you glorious freak. I heard you on Dave's phone call, trying to talk Aaron into helping you join the Mile High Club." John leaned back and laughed, "Oh god, you heard that? Okay, fine, Summer, you're onto me! My secret is out!" Still grinning,...
The two of them walked through the double glass doors of the convenience store with a whoosh of wind following them, blowing through the center aisle way next to the service counter, magazines and pages flipping through the wind. There was no one else there but Jeff, the clerk working the register, who at the moment was using the customer restroom on the other end of the convenience store. The cameras were the only things that caught them at first.One was male, tall and skinny, seemed to hide...
The next morning, a Saturday, Taylor was awoken by a gentle knock on his door. He sat up to see Aunt Agnes waiting by the door. "Is something wrong?" Taylor asked, yawning. "I was about to ask you the same thing, Emily hasn't come by yet and I got worried," Aunt Agnes stepped into the room. "Worried? Why?" Taylor reached for his phone and realized that it was nearly noon. "Wow... She let me sleep in?" "Did you two have a fight?" Aunt Agnes asked. "No," Taylor replied. "I...
A Bummer Summer? It was the dream of every seventeen year old, during the summer before his senior year of high school to spend it miles away from all his friends and all his stuff. In case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm, because for Taylor Hughes, that was the last thing that he wanted. Unfortunately, he had no control over the matter. His parents were going out of the country on business for the entire summer, and trying as he might, Taylor was unable to convince them to let him...
"Aha! I see you found the old tank top," Dave said, hugging Summer from behind as she stood at the kitchen counter chopping potatoes. Wrapping her arms around his, Summer smiled. "Did you think there was any chance I wouldn't? I'd already found it way before you left your phone message." "Well, I was right, you do look absolutely amazing in it." "Thank you, sweetie. I'm glad you like it on me. It's shorter than that little nightshirt you love so much, which at least sort of...
This is a Summer Lovin’ contest story. Please vote. * Stephen’s love of his life is his sister’s best friend, Summer, a woman eight years older than him. Summer, I’m in love with Summer, my sister Christine’s best friend and I don’t know what to do about it. Love at first sight, it all started the first time I saw Summer in the summer of 1968. She was in the backyard with my sister in the pool. As if my sister was swimming with an angel, a woman with a model’s face and a porn star body, I...
"Jake, promise me that I'll never wake from this dream..." Sighing contentedly while pulling our light blanket over us, she hugged herself against my bare chest. Once she was all settled in, I wrapped my arms around her slender shoulders and kissed her forehead before giving my happy girl a gentle squeeze. Summer and I lay together on our back porch, staring up at the brilliant starry night sky of Cozumel. She was curled in my lap, purring like a kitten. Bathed in soft, warm candlelight,...
One of most annoying things about Emily, Taylor had decided, was her sleep schedule. So far, he'd been able to avoid her morning jogs, but she was always at the door right after, far earlier than Taylor would have liked. And unlike Logan, who unfortunately (or fortunately, given Emily's repeated hinting that Taylor had a crush on him, despite his objections) had other obligations most of the time, she was free to drag Taylor wherever she wanted to go, usually the mall. Taylor's happiness...
Lilly talked for the both of us asking each of us questions and going on about her day until I heard mom say (to Lilly) "did you hear about the new Nudist beach their building over in Balsam?" I swallow my anger and ask "how come their building a resort there,there's no beach on the lake except in the park right?" Mom looks at me and says "actually there's a sand bar on the side of the lake grandpas house is on" I chuckled and said bet the Ryersons be all excited about that" mom...
#RING# I reached over to pick up my phone - It was Dad! "Hey Gregory!" "Hey Dad!" "How are you and Summer getting along these days?" He sounded sincere, for a change. "A lot better dad, we sat down a couple days ago and talked out our issues with each other. Now - we're like inseparable, going everywhere together! Are you and mom back from skiing or are you just checking in on us kids to make sure we haven't killed each other!" "Just checking – I called home and got June, who...
Author's Note The wicked step mother is a familiar theme and Aaron Swindling's Step Mother Knows Best, is my particular favourite. I wanted to write one where the step son refuses to be a victim and succeeds in maintaining his dignity and essential decency under difficult circumstances. Be warned there is very little sex and no humiliation. Summer Holidays Holiday Plans Shay Pegg gazed out of the window of the rapidly moving train, idly watching as the countryside...
Hot TownThe Outdoor Film Festival had Grant Park buzzing with activity and hot women. Yet, she still stood out to me. She seemed hot from a distance, and not just from the July Chicago heat. As I watched, she suddenly began gathering her things and leaving. I caught up to her, and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and then promptly collided with my chest. “Sorry!” she said in apology. “You’re not leaving, are you?” I said as if we were old friends. I could see she was scanning my six-foot...
She’d arrived with a small suitcase, much like before. And, just like before I offered her the spare bedroom. I probably should have talked it over with Jennette first, but thankfully, she seemed okay with it.‘I think telling you no would be worse for us than telling you yes,’ was what she told me and so it was settled although, despite that, I was understandably nervous with both of them in the house especially since Summer, had she changed at all during the last three years, seemed to fall...
IncestSteve is an average 19 year old on the outside. He has a full time job, a live in girlfriend (Amanda), divorced parents, and 2 cats. On the inside he's about to erupt. Summer is the eruption. Summer is Steve's "alter ego" who comes around every now and then. Steve used to let Summer drive around on the many less traveled roads in the area. Summer has never been with a guy, and she only got enough courage to massage the outside of her asshole with her wet finger. Right now Summer's about to...
CrossdressingThis is more of a stroke story than anything terribly serious. In spite of the first person narrative, it is a work of fiction, it is not biographical. There are always snippets of truth and fact in any work of fiction. I’ve tried to give my characters thoughts and words which fit the time, the place and their situations. In my last summer of graduate school, I scored a real coup. I was picked with another guy for a heaven-sent student assistance job. The two of us were responsible for...
Over the course of the summer, Taylor's life had changed in numerous ways, but the most noticeable change was in his morning routine. After agreeing to join the cheerleading program, Taylor was then quickly roped into Emily's morning jogs, so that meant being up early and in a tight running outfit. Once the run was over, Taylor would return to Aunt Agnes' to take a shower, which was a whole production, since he had an entirely new hair and skin-care regimen courtesy of Emily's cajoling....
Summer's beginning to show a little, but at least she's not having too bad of a case of morning sickness! She sure looks cute in maternity clothes! #RING# I reached over to pick up my phone; it was Dad! "Hey Greg!" "Hey Dad!" "We'll be in Greeley next week for a Corporate Meeting at their Regional State Farm Offices – We'll stay with you and Summer while we're there - How's that?" He said. "Sure Dad, It's been so long since either of us have seen you and Mom, I hope we...
"So, Jake, where do you normally take your naked, horny girls to show them off?" Summer was grinning as her fingertips flirted with both the shoulder strap of her top and the incredibly short hem of her skirt. She was turned to face me, her bare legs draped over the center console of the car. Though the wind was flapping her skirt again, all I could see were acres of smooth, tanned thigh; she had her hand on the hip that was facing up, preventing me from being able to see beneath her...
Author's Note: This story does not contain any sex; sorry. Summer Job It wasn't until Alex Harvey put his bike away and locked the shed that he realised how tired he felt. The two hour session at his karate club had been especially intense and then typically he had ridden the 5 miles home as fast as he could. He dragged his suddenly heavy feet up the path to the front door and went inside. "Is that you Alex?" called a voice from the kitchen. "It is," replied Alex as he...
My sisters and I went to the Newport Beach Brewing Company, a rather upscale place that has a selection of beers, if you're so inclined and of age, as well as a decent selection of food to choose from. Both Summer and June ordered a Newport Beach Blonde, one of the beers on tap at this place, while I got a coke. They all knew me there, so I couldn't get a beer, even if I tried. I got us all a Three Cheese Pizza to share as well. As tantalizing as it was to let them both get drunk, I made...
The next morning, Taylor finished up his breakfast and was heading back to get changed when he noticed that something was missing from his room. "Aunt Agnes!" Taylor shouted. "Have you seen my bathing suit?" "I don't think so," Aunt Agnes shouted back as she climbed the stairs. "Where did you leave it?" "It was on the chair in my room," Taylor said as Aunt Agnes walked in. "Was it underneath that pile of dirty clothes you had sitting on it?" Aunt Agnes asked. "Maybe,...
That night, Taylor's manicured fingernail was positioned over Owen's contact as Taylor stared at his phone. He'd managed to secure a night away from Emily, thankfully Emily's mom had some event that required the entire family to attend. Taylor felt happy and secure having eschewed the feminine attire to wear the clothes he'd brought with him from home, a men's t-shirt and shorts, in addition to removing his prosthetics, being the first time in a few weeks that Emily wasn't around, he was...
Sara and Ken were friends. Every summer they were together and explored the mysteries of growing up. They made plans for a fun summer. Little did Ken know what was to happen. Ken came from the city and Sara from the country. Sara was one of five of Ken’s summer friends, all girls. She grew up on a farm in central New Hampshire. She turned 17 over the winter and could not wait for summer. Ken grew up in the second largest city in Massachusetts. This was his last trip to the farm for the summer. ...
I’ve had a few relationships. More than a few, really. A couple ended kind of ugly, but most of them ended when we both simply lost interest in staying together. Thing was, Summer wasn’t my girlfriend. That said, I felt an emotional hit when she left, and, afterwards, life seemed a little empty, at least for a while. It’s not that we drifted apart or had any kind of disagreement. It was simply that she felt a need to continue on her journey...The day had started out as most had since she’d...
IncestSummer By: Mahohokus Summer vacation had just started, I was now a senior in high school and was enjoying the first few days of days of summer. I was sitting with Jack in his car at a drive-in hamburger stand eating lunch Jack had just graduated from high school and would be going into the Marines the next day. The Marines was sending him back east to Parris Island for basic training. Jack would finish basic training and...
Summer Camp: Once a Scout, Always a Scout Prologue The line separating fact from fantasy often blurs as one ages, this is not true for me. The line is very clear. With one exception, all of the characters and most of the incidents are as described. The reader will have to determine which is the exception. There is one indisputable fact that runs throughout, however: almost all older women (any woman over thirty in my view) are horny by nature. Place them with a bunch of horny young men and...
The day was unusually hot, so Summer decided to shut the house up and turn on the air-conditioner to try to cool down. Finally, she thought, I have the place to myself. Kids and hubby were off at football as per the norm for a Saturday. Wearily she sat down in her comfy chair in the lounge room and started to think about all the excitement of the last few weeks. It had started with her decision to quit her job after 15 years with the same company. Summer had realised that career-wise, she was...
Walter has just finished college and is spending one last summer taking care of his weird uncle’s cabin located on Pond Cove, a secluded area surrounded by a government nature preserve. All of the other owners, except one, have been bought out by the government which wants to turn Pond Cove into a frog sanctuary. Walter meets his neighbors for the summer– six sorority sisters who are spending one last summer together.Things get a little warm... and a little weird... as Walter learns about his...
SpankingAuthor's Note: I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying the new story, this is one that's been in my head for years and I'm happy to finally have it down on the page. Additionally, if you've been chomping at the bit for more stories, I've taken part in a few CYOA interactive stories over at writing.com and CHYOA.com that you can find fairly easily. "What am I going to do?" Taylor asked, after explaining his current situation to Aunt Agnes. She sat with a pensive look on her...
Not only cousins, but also lifelong best friends, the two boys look so much alike that they’re often mistaken for brothers, even twins. Both are short, with Aaron standing 5’5, weighing in at 125 pounds while J.J. is 5’6, and 135 pounds. Both have lean and wiry builds. With their dark hair and blue eyes, they are never seen without their backwards baseball caps, and when they smile, their boyish charms are only enhanced, with both of them flashing winning tinsel grins with their braces....
Finally! Summer! For me, that has two meanings. School is over, I’m back from college. Finally, I get to lounge by the pool and relax for three months. Also, my baby sister is named Summer. At 19, Summer had perfect long, blonde hair hanging down just past her shoulders. Her body had developed during my first year of college, so my summer break that year was quite a shock. When I left, she was a 5’6” gangly 16 year old girl with a pretty face. When I came back, she was still the same height,...
Not only cousins, but also lifelong best friends, the two boys look so much alike that they’re often mistaken for brothers, even twins. Both are short, with Aaron standing 5’5, weighing in at 125 pounds while J.J. is 5’6, and 135 pounds. Both have lean and wiry builds. With their dark hair and blue eyes, they are never seen without their backwards baseball caps, and when they smile, their boyish charms are only enhanced, with both of them flashing winning tinsel grins with their braces....
Summer Secrets By Varian Milagro http://varianm.blogspot.com/ Chapter 1 It should have been a great day. It was a beautiful June morning and the school year was ending in just a couple minutes. All of my classmates were excited; half of them were counting the exact number of seconds left until summer break officially began. I looked around the room knowing that it was probably the last time I'd be in this school. I was a middle school graduate now and would be a tenth grader in...
SUMMER ESCAPADES – The Beginning of a Great Summer Chapter 1 By Bob Andersen I loved going to camp. It was the only thing that I looked forward to during the summers, even more than baseball. I had gone to the same over-night camp since I was 8 years old, and now that I was 15, I looked forward to the Counselor-in-Training program. It meant that I would be away from parents and my little brother for a whole 8-weeks. That in itself should have been enough, but I also knew that a lot of the kids...
GayThings get a little warm... and a little weird... as Walter learns about his submissive side from the hands of some expert teachers. This story stands on its own, but the storyline will continue in the future. Because this is the first chapter, there is a lot of setup and staging before things get interesting. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual...
Summer Experiment Chapter One Frankie felt the agitation building in his body simply talking on the phone to his wife. He missed her terribly. She was hours away and he was feeling so down about being alone. And she was bringing up the same old thing all over again, sex. He didn't like the topic of sex. It made him feel nervous inside just talking about it. It was awkward discussing their sex life or lack of it and it was even worse to do it while his wife was on a speakerphone...
Me and my wife don't really like to label our relationship. To many boxes with some many constraints attached to them. If somebody asks we just reply that we are swinging, as it seems to sum up our views on sex and love. As far as I'm concerned, I've never been into monogamy. The whole concept of just fucking one person for the rest of the relationship seems boring to me. I don't own anybody, and nobody can ever claim to own me, or my body. It's my life after all.My first experience on this...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The saga comes to a close as Walter and Holly return to school... now as teachers. How they get their new teaching positions, who their principals will be, and where they will teach is all discovered in this final chapter of Summer at Pond Cove. This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of...
Introduction: This is the dark tale of Jana who accompanies her boyfriend to a summer solstice celebration held deep in the woods. The story is very OTT and is meant to be. It is not for the faint of heart and it does not have a happy ending. It is a dirty, dirty story with tons of fucking, cannibalism, death, horror, and destruction. If you do not like this sort of thing then please do not read it, choose something happier. If you read it despite this warning, please keep your comments to...
Son-in-law's Summer of Love and SexbySusanJillParker©This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote.Wife abandons husband and baby for a wild life on the French Riviera. *Glad for the experience, it had been a long, hot, emotionally charged and sexually frustrating summer spent with my mother-in-law. Surviving the heat, a record number of 90 plus degree consecutive days, no longer feeling sorry for myself, I was looking forward to the cooler temperatures of fall to clear my head for a fresh...
I didn’t quite know what to expect the next morning. After all, we’d crossed a line, one that couldn’t be recrossed again, and I found myself consumed with a million little worries when I woke. Nothing to do about it, at least not until Summer arose too. I decided that we’d sit down and have a long talk and work this out…As usual, though, Summer was… Summer, meaning things just sort of worked themselves out. Or maybe they didn’t. At least not how I expected.I heard her stirring. Or rather, I...
IncestWe drove to the spring again, accompanied by Debussy’s Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun. She was giggly. She’d been so all morning. She’d also brought one of her shopping bags with her. I didn’t ask. I’m sure I’d find out later.“Stay here for… Oh, I don’t know. A while.”“Why?” I asked.“Because I asked you too.”So I did. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes going by. And then I picked up my easel and my paint box and joined her at the spring.“Don’t laugh,” she told me shyly, as if I would. She was...
IncestIt’s hard to believe that my summer at Pond Cove has come to an end. Things didn’t finish the way I had expected. Actually, things didn’t begin the way I expected either and the summer was nothing like I thought it would be. I thought I would have a lot of time to myself over the summer to get ready for my first year of teaching. Instead, most of my summer was taken up finding out I was a painslut, falling in love with another painslut– holly, submitting myself to Mistress Gloria... and then...
BDSMI was catching up with my old high school buddy Jeff. We hadn't seen each other since two summers ago, when we had gone to a movie together - and ended up sucking each other off in the back of the theater.Now seeing each other for the first time in a long time, we'd just started to watch a movie on the couch at his house, but we didn't get far into it. Almost immediately, we took turns blowing each other. Then, as he came back from the kitchen with beers, his dick swaying temptingly as he...
Bisexualwritten by Nellieneska, edited by atrain_alex89 Every year the Clark family goes on its annual summer vacation trip. They own a house out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by endless amounts of trees and a lake that spans on for miles. While on these vacations, it is rare to come across another soul, which is what they liked about it. They got to escape from the world and just have a little fun and relaxation before heading back into their daily lives. As time went on, these trips seemed to...
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