DAVIDS MOM S ADVENTURES
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This story starts in the basement of my friend David's house. It's where I was born. In truth, it started a bit before that, so I'll regress, just enough to fill in the blanks a little for you, make it less confusing.
David, Jack, Jerry and I were all 15. We all lived on the same street, all attended the same school, all hung out to the exclusion of anyone else. Jack was my best friend; Jerry lived next door to me; David lived across the court from Jack. We walked to school in the morning and walked home in the afternoon. We mostly hung out at Jack's house as a group, in his bedroom, or down in David's basement, which doubled as his bedroom. When we weren't together as a group, I was usually with Jack. It had always been that way.
"We doing it then?" Jack asked. It was Friday afternoon; we were on the way home from school. None of us drove, none of us were old enough yet. Within the next six months, three of us would have our licenses. One of us wouldn't, though. One of us wouldn't exist.
David nodded. "Dad said no, but Mom had already said yes, so he was shit outta luck. We gotta worry about him pissing all over our parade though. You know what a grouch he can be. I'll be lucky if he doesn't—"
At that moment, we were walking alongside the creek. Where the creek ran under Jeremy Road, the road was buttressed either side by a concrete arch, with concrete wings running away at 450 angles. David had climbed onto the top of the wing our side of the creek to walk along its spine, and not paying attention the way he should, his foot slipped and he lost his balance. Before any of us could react, he was teetering on the edge, wind-milling his arms, crying "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" and trying not to fall the ten feet into the water and the dangerous rocks. He'd already lost his backpack to the creek; he was in danger of following it in.
Just as he started to topple I grabbed him by his shirt-sleeve, and nearly went over myself. Jerry and Jack grabbed us both, probably saving one or the other of our lives; but when David came down atop me next to the wing, he jammed his foot into an erosion hole and broke his leg. He screamed so loud, people a block away ran out of their houses.
"You sure you want to do this?" I asked. It was a week later, and David had his foot up on a plastic milk crate. His leg was in a thick cast up to the knee; he had broken it in two places. He was lucky it hadn't been a compound fracture.
"Yeah, man, I want to do it," he said. We were all in his basement. It was quarter to five and me and Jerry and Jack were ready to head home. The previous weekend had been a bust, but Saturday night we planned to camp out in David's basement bedroom.
Jack asked doubtfully: "Are you planning on coming?"
David shook his head, repositioned his leg, which he said still hurt like a bitch if he didn't get it just right. I'd broken my arm once, had it in a cast for six weeks, but, other than itch, it hadn't bothered me after the first day. I guess it's a lot different when you have to walk on the break, or in David's case, hobble around on crutches. He couldn't go anyway, except in a car or with two of us helping him up and down steps. I was surprised, then, that he wanted to do the sleepover anyway.
"No reason you guys can't have fun," he muttered. I could see he was in pain, wanted to do something to make it better for him, but also didn't want to because that would look queer. Not looking queer is more important to a guy than not being a good friend sometimes. Besides, I didn't even like David that much.
The way it worked, Jack and I were best friends. We hung out with David and Jerry because we were the only four guys our age on the block. And because Jerry lived next to me, and because David was our age and lived right across the street from Jack. I liked Jerry better than I did David, who was something of a stuck-up-convinced that he was better than us prick; but I hung out with Jack more than I hung out with anyone else. I never hung out with David by myself. I sometimes hung out with Jerry, because he lived next to me. It sounds pretty stupid, but there you go.
Jack leaned back in the chair, put his leg over one of the arms. "I'm not crazy about leaving you here. It's not fair. But I want to get out tomorrow night," he said.
We all knew there was a sleepover at Sheila Nelson's house. She didn't live that far away, and Jack wanted to try and crash the party because he was hot for Kristen Burke, one of the girl's sleeping over. I knew David liked Beth Anderson, but there was no way he was going anywhere tomorrow night. Jerry could care less. Jerry was no more interested in girls—that we could tell, anyway—than he was in algebra. Not that he was queer. He was no more queer than Jack was. He just didn't show any interest in girls. Maybe because he was Jewish.
The problem was, I was scared shitless of girls. I'd never been on a date, and I'd only kissed two girls in my life. One of those was a girl I had met at a dance; the other was Sheila Nelson's friend, Katie. I'd heard Katie hadn't cared for kissing me. I wasn't surprised by that. I'd been very intimidated. So the idea of crashing a sleepover at Sheila Nelson's house, being around all those girls, many of whom would welcome the distraction of guys crashing their sleepover, made my palms itch and my underarms sweat. I cringed, just thinking about it. Jack was gung ho to go; Jerry was dispassionate; David would be angry not to go.
David, grumpy and obviously unhappy with what he had to say next, said, "I need one of you here to stay with me tomorrow night. I know, I know," he said, raising his hand defensively. "I know my mom. She's going to pester me all damned night about my leg." The last time we'd done this, back during the summer, we'd been out for six hours without getting caught. We'd been counting on that tomorrow night. At least, Jack had. David went on. "Mom will get up and check on me two or three times during the night. She won't come down, not after ten o'clock or so when she knows were dug in and maybe doing guy shit—" David grinned. He liked doing guy shit ... But once we're asleep, she'll come down to check on me. I know she will." He rearranged his foot again. "In a way, it's good. It means two of you can get away before we could have earlier. Like as early as eleven, maybe. Me and whoever it is will stay up as long as we can to give you guys time to get into the party and have a good time and then get back. Mom won't come down as long as we're awake. But one of you has to be here with me, for Mom to hear and to help pretend all of us are here. Otherwise, we're gonna get busted, man."
Logic like that couldn't be argued with. Jack did anyway, trying every idea he could to get around David's argument. Finally he gave in, especially when it became clear that he was trying to strand David here at home. Then the only question was, who would stay.
"I will," I said, jumping in ahead of Jerry. Jack jumped to disagree, but backed off because he knew arguing would just make him look like more of an asshole. He was disappointed though, no doubt about that. He wanted me along, his best friend, even if I was a hindrance around girls. Jerry didn't look too happy about it himself. The thing was, Jerry, for all his disinterest, would not make anyone uncomfortable from being around. Feeling no interest from him, girls tended to be comfortable around him. And so it was set.
I spent the next afternoon with Jack, met up with Jerry at 5 o'clock--Jerry was Jewish, but his family was no more devout as Jews than mine were as Catholics--and we headed down to David's house. I had never seen Jerry wear a yarmulke, miss anything because of the Sabbath, nor have to be in at sundown on a Friday night. As far as I knew, his parents didn't even attend temple on Saturdays. (They would later; the whole family becoming more devout, though I never knew the reason why.) His sister Susan and his brother Nathan were the same way.
We went to dinner as a group, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen buying. It was only the Bob Evan's in town, but it was the first time Dave's mom and dad had ever done anything like that. I'd had dinner at David's sure, just like he'd had dinner at my house. But climbing in the family car--a Dodge Caravan—and heading out to eat was decidedly different. In the dining room, Dave's mom chattered on while Dave's dad spoke only when asking for salt or a napkin.
Mrs. Cullen had always been a dilemma. Not hot, by any means, she was nonetheless pretty in a Tiffany Theissen, Rachel Wiess kind of way. She had short black hair, big eyes, and a chipper personality. She wore only the frumpiest, middle-aged mother kinds of clothes: plain dresses, colorless slacks and shirt outfits, shorts and sleeveless shirts in the summer that made her look straight out of a family sitcom. Yet ever so often, I'd see a flash of a smile, a dart of the eyes, hear a snicker or snort that hinted at a much different Mrs. Cullen trapped inside. (Actually, Rachel Weiss as Abigail Salmon in the movie The Lovely Bones, was the embodiment of Mrs. Cullen. The character in the book was Mrs. Cullen on steroids.) From the time that I was ten, until the start of events in this story, I was smitten with the woman. But enough of that. This story is not about Mrs. Cullen.
After dinner, Mr. Cullen drove us to the movies and dropped us off. Mrs. Cullen would pick us up later. I looked forward to that. We watched Cloverfield, a seriously cool movie with incredible special effects. I fell in love with Lizzie Caplan, who got herself killed three-quarters of the way through, dammit. (Then again, just everyone died.) After the movie, we hung around the mall until 10 o'clock, when Mrs. Cullen called David on his cell phone and told him to meet her at the front entrance. It took us ten minutes to get there, David grabbing all the attention he could from his broken leg, the rest of us soaking up the attention in the form of girls. Jack was in heaven; David not so much. His leg was hurting and his pills were at home. We got back about 10:30, and now, finally, this story begins.
It was quarter to twelve. Jack was itching to go. Mrs. Cullen had checked on us one last time, before going to bed. She had admonished us not to stay up all night. Like we'd listen. Giving it ten more minutes, Jack opened the stairwell door and eased it far enough open to slip through. The way up was fourteen concrete steps to the side yard. Jack did not turn on the stairwell light.
"You ready to go?" he whispered. Jerry nodded, and the two of them slipped out the door into the narrow stairwell. It was warm out, and humid. Around the back of the house, I heard the air-conditioner pump kick in. I closed the door behind them, easing it until the catch snicked home. Now, if only they didn't get caught, I thought. I turned around, wondering what we'd do until 4 o'clock in the morning. David already had out his deck of cards. We played poker, and then some Crazy-8's, chatting aimlessly. By one o'clock, I was ready for bed.
David, a speculative look on his face, gazed up at the ceiling.
"What?" I wanted to know. Had he heard someone sneaking about? Mrs. Cullen, perhaps? I shivered lightly and was glad David was looking away. He had no idea I had the hots for his mom.
"Nothing," he whispered, telling me it was something. I frowned, wondering what he was up to. I cut the deck, and shuffled clumsily. I'd always been a clumsy shuffler. I dealt out the next hand while he gazed up at the ceiling.
"You want to watch some porn?" he asked.
I jerked, nearly spilling my handful of cards. My heart-rate shot up and my blood pressure spiked just thinking about it. But watching porn with another guy, just the two of us, alone in his bedroom? Danger, Will Robinson ... Danger!
"Uh, yeah," I said uncertainly. I lifted my eyes to the ceiling. I tried to control my heartbeat, and my breathing.
David said: "I have a couple a disks my brother lent me."
Michael, his 20-year-old brother, lived on campus. When he was home, he lived in an apartment over the garage that his dad and he had built. He was currently not home, and never in the mood to lend his brother anything. David must have snuck them out of his room. Though how he'd done it discreetly on a pair of crutches, I didn't know. The stairs up were outside the garage, and clearly visible from the house. He must have snatched them one afternoon before his parents got home from work. I wished he hadn't bothered.
For want of a better question, I asked: "What kind?"
"One's a bunch of amateurs, fucking for the camera. The other's an ass-fucking movie." He grinned, and my heart skipped a beat and kicked into a higher gear altogether. I loved ass-fucking movies. I loved seeing amateurs fuck. I loved blow jobs, which I knew there'd be in plenty, and doing the chick doggie style, and getting her from both ends--and maybe even seeing some A2M. But watching them with another guy? How gay.
David dropped his eyes and looked at me. "I know what you're thinking," he said in a low voice.
"You do?" I asked stupidly. If he knew what I was thinking, he wouldn't be talking about porn videos. Or maybe he would. Maybe, he was counting on my weakness to get himself blown, or to get a hand job or something. Or maybe even fuck me. As hard as I tried, I was never sure how well I concealed my uncertainty, my gender-identity crisis. Though I had never done anything gay, I'd always known I was capable of it. Maybe David knew this. Maybe he wanted me outed, forced out of the closet where he could exploit my mouth, or maybe my asshole. Though I wasn't sure there was anything to out me over, I didn't want to find out.
"Yeah," he said. "You think it's gay. I don't blame you, I think its kinda gay myself. But I also think a couple of guys can share a good time without anything gay going on between them. You know what I mean?"
I gulped and nodded.
"I mean, you don't wanna suck my cock, do you?"
I shook my head, no.
"I don't wanna suck yours, either. I like girls. I just wanna have a good time and give us something to do until Jack and Jerry get back."
What's wrong with TV, I thought, or On Demand, or poker? My mind shied away from that, thinking of strip poker. Crazy-8's then, I thought dourly; anything, except for porno.
"I mean, if the four of us were here, I wouldn't even care."
That was true; if Jack and Jerry were here, I'd have jumped on porno with both feet. There was safety in numbers. Four of us would be a blast, egging each other on, laughing and joking, rewinding and repeating scenes, watching in slow-mo; most likely Dave's mom would pound on the basement door, demanding to know what was going on. Two of us were a disaster, begging to happen.
"I don't think it's gay," I lied. "I'm just worrying about your mom finding out."
David shook his head. "Nothing to worry about. She comes to the door, I just hit the power button on the DVD and switch to On Demand. I'll have us a movie running in the background for safety. And don't worry, I won't do anything to embarrass you," he said with a big grin.
My face, and I felt it, grew red as an apple.
As expected, I got a hard-on. The first blowjob scene, a surprisingly pretty married blonde with a black guy in a motel room, nearly crippled me. I did everything but stand up and yank out the front of my shorts. David made no secret of his enjoyment watching the girl put the cock in her mouth and suck on it.
"Oh, man," he kept saying, and "Jesus Christ, she's a hottie." The truth was, the woman was a hottie. In her early thirties, she was slim, verging on anorexic, with breasts that sagged just a bit but were enjoyable enough to imagine in my hand and in my mouth. She had a very nice pussy, clean as a baby's, and a guarded enthusiasm that proved she was a real live girl, fucking a black man while her husband circled her with a camera. The segment was entitled Fucking A Black Man for Obama. In one scene, early on, the husband points the camera out the motel window and focuses on the words MGM Grand, on the building across the street. They were in Vegas.
"I really like her," David said. He was slid all the way forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, hands dangling between his knees, watching the woman take it doggie-style. I liked the woman also, but not for the same reason as David. I envied her. I wanted to be on a bed in Vegas, on my hands and knees, having a man—not a black man, I wasn't interested in black men—fucking me doggie. I realized with some horror just whom it was that I envisioned myself with ... and stared directly at the screen. I locked my teeth together, made myself blink, and shoved that image out of my mind.
"I have to put it on hold a minute," David said. Startled, I looked over and saw him laughing to himself. I became instantly paranoid.
"What's the matter?" I croaked.
"I have to take a leak. I've been holding it since before the movie started because I didn't want to get up. Now I have no choice. I'm about to bust open." Groaning, he struggled off the couch into a standing position. I fought to stay where I was, then jerked up clumsily to grab his crutches and hand them to him. He nodded gratefully. I could see, without meaning to look, that I was not the only one suffering a hard on.
"Man. This is only the first girl. I don't know if I'll make the end of the tape, man. She really turns me on."
I laughed, because he was laughing. Luckily the lights were down and he couldn't see my face. I was heated up like a light bulb. I wanted—
No, I commanded myself. Don't you think that! I didn't, but I was so glad when he got the crutches under his arms, turned away from me and hobbled toward the bathroom in the corner. I sat down, thoroughly confused, thoroughly aggravated, thoroughly despondent.
I didn't even like David. It made no sense that I would suddenly be—dammit, I thought. There you go again. Will you cut this shit out! But try as I might, I could not deny the feeling of desire I had for him. It was him I wanted to be in the room with, him I wanted behind me on his knees, him I wanted to look back at over my shoulder. David was turning me on, and I didn't even like him!
Or was that true? Shaking a little, I wrung my hands together and tried to clear my mind. Jack had always been my best friend. I had always figured that, were I to come out, Jack would be the person I would do it to. Not to say he'd be receptive, or even understanding of it; Jack, like his father and his brother, was something of a homophobe. He scared me sometimes with his talk about what he'd like to do to this cocksucker, or that ass-fucker. I always assumed he'd be different with me. Had I been deluding myself? Had I counted on Jack's inflexibility on the subject to keep my closeted, on the straight and narrow, normal? Maybe that's the reason I had always avoided other guys as well as girls. Maybe Jack was the only one I trusted myself to be around. If I was honest with myself—and suddenly, I was, wasn't I, being honest with myself?—hadn't I avoided David all these years because of his open-mindedness, his easy-going nature, his willingness to accept others as they were? Hadn't I unjustly put him down as a stuck-up prick? Well, no, not entirely, I admitted with a laugh. David was stuck-up. Or stuck on himself, a better way of looking at it. Looking at the bathroom door, I wondered, not idly, were I a girl, would I want David for a boyfriend? He opened the door and I looked away.
Both of us, somehow, made it through the first DVD. There were no more beautiful cuckolding wives. There was a plethora of sucking girlfriends, girlfriend's girlfriends, brunettes, redheads, two or three more blondes, but nothing that got David's arousal and my envy up to the same proportions. By the end of the disk, I had lost my hard-on completely. So had David, I think. Handing me disk number two to swap into the player, he quipped wryly: "I don't think you have to worry about any gay episodes here, Josh. You gotta have a hard-on to do anything gay."
I laughed, I couldn't help it. Clumsily, I ejected the first DVD, placed it carefully in the case, and loaded disk number two. I could not stop thinking about all the cocks I'd seen on that first disk, and how none of them had interested me as much as the one I hadn't seen. I wondered if it was big. I wondered if it was straight. I wondered if it was sleek and smooth like the young man's that I had seen midway through, or thickly veined and dangerously purple like the last two cocks had been. Not that I had a reason, but I secretly wished for sleek and smooth. It actually made my heart ache a little that I would never find out.
I put my elbow on my knee, dropped my chin into my palm and sighed. And immediately sat up.
"What's the matter?" David asked. He'd been paying attention to the TV.
"I thought I heard something," I said, covering up. We both looked at the ceiling, David concerned, me befuddled. I had just, exactly like a girl would do, crossed my left leg over my right and put my chin in my cupped palm. And sighed.
After listening a moment, David shrugged and pointed the remote at the player. The movie came on, and it proved to be as mind-numbingly boring and exploitive as the bulk of the first DVD. I never imagined not wanting to see a chick get effed up the asshole. I never imagined not caring whether a guy came in a girl's mouth, or sprayed all over her face. I did enjoy the scene where the guy came in the girl's mouth, enjoyed her placid yet mildly joyful expression as he deposited sperm on her tongue, and got a for-real erection when she opened her mouth and displayed her treasure before swallowing it. That girl I liked, and I'd wished I had let her penetrate my apathy sooner. And then everything changed. We both sat bolt upright.
"Is that... ?" David started.
" ... the girl?" I finished. I couldn't be certain, not with her clothes on, not with the way she had her hair, not with the way she was sucking the guy's cock on her knees, kneeling before the guy, but I would swear it was our cuckolding white Obama supporter.
"Jesus, Josh. I think that's her." He pointed the remote at the TV and the image jumped to twice its size. It didn't help. The resolution, terrible to begin with, diminished to individual, unreadable pixels. Jamming the hold button, he returned the image to its former size.
"I think that's her," he repeated. Both of us had scooted forward to the edge of our seat cushions. I had to believe he was right: the same nose, the same cheekbones, the same high forehead; even her expression was the same: bemused enjoyment. "I think that's her," he said a third time. And then, making me shrink back into my seat, David undid the button atop his fly, unzipped his fly, reached in and took himself out.
I was thoroughly embarrassed. Mortified, I sat there staring, blinking rapidly, trying to convince myself that yes, David was actually sitting ten feet away, masturbating himself.
"David," I croaked.
"I know, I know. I just love this girl, Josh. I have to do it." Hard as I wanted not to look at his cock, I just had to answer my impossible question: Yes, he was sleek and smooth; pink, not purple. And long. Not extraordinarily thick, thank God, because I was imaging myself putting it in my mouth. I was imagining myself on my knees, my head tilted back and my mouth open, frozen in a suck like the girl on the TV screen. Gulping, I sat back in the chair and gripped the armrests with shaking hands.
"You ever had a blowjob, Josh?" he asked.
"No," I had to admit.
"Neither have I. Ever gotten a hand-job?" he asked.
"No," I admitted again. Where were these questions going?
"Me either," he agreed. "God, I'd like to have one now."
He didn't look my way; kept his eyes glued right on the TV screen, but I knew what he meant.
"David," I croaked. "I—"
He cut me off. "I'm not asking you to give me a hand job, Josh. I'm just saying this would be a good time to get a hand-job. Know what I mean?"
I told him yes, this would be an excellent time for a hand-job--not adding that it was he, I'd like to give the hand-job to. Again, I experienced this distinct, eerie, puzzling sensation of being a woman. It was like I had breasts under my shirt, a slit between my legs instead of a package, long hair on my shoulders, lipstick on my lips—I had to battle the urge to suddenly wipe my hand across them—but with a movement, it was gone.
"Maybe I should go," I suggested.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm almost through."
"David," I croaked again.
He began to laugh. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna go spray all over the place. I just mean, I'm almost ready to put myself away." I could see him breathing through his mouth, tipping his head back with a certain jerkiness, see his legs widening and closing jerkily. He was ready to come, no matter what he said. Suddenly, he released himself.
"I don't want to look at her anymore." He jammed his thumb on fast forward and turned our blonde into a blonde blur. "Sorry, man. I don't know what came over me. I really embarrassed you, and I'm sorry."
"No. It's no problem," I said lamely. "Wait a minute." And with incredible stupidness, I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped my fly, took my ridiculously small cock out of my underwear and began to stroke myself.
It was ten minutes later. David and I had stroked ourselves long enough to get over our initial humiliation, uncertainly, feelings of gay-betrayment, and just plain stupidity, to enjoy what we were doing. It didn't feel natural being out of my pants, but it wasn't horrid, either.
"I never thought I'd do this in front of a guy," David said.
"Me either," I had to admit. To my chagrin, David had twice gandered over to take a look at me. I was pitifully small compared to him, not even six inches. He had to be at least eight inches. I felt entirely inadequate. But as long as he didn't look at me, or bring himself over for a comparison, I was okay. Unfortunately, the DVD was nearing its end.
"Do you have another one?" I asked.
He blinked at me, surprised. "Really?"
"Really," I assured him. I didn't care about stroking myself, but I didn't want to see him put away. It would ruin my fantasizing.
He shook his head in disappointment. "Only the two. Besides," he said, looking at the display on the cable box. "It's after three. The last thing we want is Jack and Jerry catching us doing this." He laughed, and I laughed with him, though it made me cramp inside, even thinking about that. Jack would never let us live it down. Jack would crucify us. Jack might even begin to wonder about me. I began to lose my hard-on.
"I'll tell you what." David put the DVD on pause. "Let's go back to our girl and finish up with her."
"By finish up," I said doubtfully. "Do you mean... ?"
David grinned. "Only if you want to."
I did want to. I told him so. But I also told him that I wasn't going to, not for anything, not in front of another guy. "You can if you want to."
He thought about it. I could tell he was losing his erection, also.
"How about if we did this..." He checked himself, gave himself one of those inward looks where you ask yourself if this is what you really want to do. I already knew what he'd ask. I knew what I'd say if he did ask. What I didn't know was whether I hoped more or feared more that he'd ask it.
"You'd like me to give you a hand-job like I was a girl," I suggested. My face felt like a two-hundred watt light bulb.
"Well, yeah..." he admitted sheepishly. "Not as a guy, not giving another guy a hand-job, not queer-like or anything. But as a friend, letting a guy find out what it would be like if a girl did it. A preview. A trial run. You know how two girls will kiss, practicing for their first kiss with a guy?"
I nodded; I'd seen the same videos on You-Tube.
"I'd be willing to return the favor," he added slowly, though I couldn't tell if his reticence was from distaste at the thought of touching another guy, or fear that he'd insult me by suggesting it. I shook my head.
"Thanks, but not interested. I got no disagreement to doing it to you, though. As a friend, giving it a trial run. I could do that."
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David and Mrs Robinson were eating their evening meal when she told David that her daughter Mary was coming to spend the weekend with her and would be down some time on Friday afternoon or evening. ‘Shall I do the washing on Thursday instead of Friday then, Mrs. Robinson?’ ‘No, don’t worry about that David she knows all about you’ That is exactly what worried him and he did not look forward to the weekend at all. He thought he would try to finish work early and hopefully get the washing done...
This story is the 3rd in a sequence. Mrs. Robinson delayed a few days before questioning David about his previous spanking experiences with his Mother and sister. They were both sitting down watching TV after dinner when she turned the set off and turned to David.’So tell me David all about how your Mother and sister used to spank you. Start with your mother’. ‘Mummy has always spanked me. When I was young she would spank me over her knee with her hand, she would always do this with me naked...
My friend Davids’ Mum…a fantasy come true! David was my best friend although we had not see each other for a while as I was at college in another city. During my last summer at university I came back for a couple of weeks and though I would drop by to see him as a surprise. At this time he still lived at home. I must admit half the reason I went was because I had an unbearable crush on his mum. She was always so sweet to me. She must have been about forty six when this event happened in the...
David's first time with a manI was only a young teenager when it happened -- he was at least 10 years older than I was and lived across the street. His name was Marc and I played tennis with him and often stayed at his place to watch movies or play video games.I never really realised that I could be turned on by other guys until that one fateful day. Of course, I had my fantasies about it every now and then but I only had girlfriends so far. But whenever Marc smiled at me or touched me, I felt...
I had fallen in love with the island when I was a child of eight; lying just off the coast of Cape Cod. I always thought it had been named after me; that’s what my mother told me anyway. I know it wasn’t true, but it just felt like it was. As a family, we spent our holidays on the island and I remember it as the place where I conceived Jason, my son.As far as the family were concerned, we were late developers, too late really, as it turned out. My husband, Joshua, at the tender age of...
SupernaturalHer Basement, by Rajah Dodger Copyright (c) 2001. All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. The animal in the basement was whimpering again. My next-door neighbor kept some sort of animal, I thought perhaps a dog, in her basement. For the last month I would be awakened at odd hours by a whimpering sound coming from there. I hadn't...
BDSMHer Basementby Rajah Dodger {[email protected]} (c) 2001, 2009This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission...
Linda returned from her visit to her daughter with a number of things that needed attention. Firstly David’s experiences with Barbara and the result of his visit home to his mother and sister, and to take up the offer to discipline Barbara. ‘So David, tell me how you got on with Barbara while I was away’. ‘Well Mrs. Robinson she came round on Wednesday evening and punished me’. ‘Tell me more...
David hears the front door close as his wife leaves their house to catch a taxi to a nightclub. Without him. Leaving him there in their house all alone after a painful orgasm while watching his wife’s homemade porno of her fucking another man. It was a painful but oh-so-strong orgasm. His hands were tied so he couldn’t do his normal iron-fist routine on his cock as he spurted. It felt like he was drowning and gulping air at the same time. It was such a pleasurable torment watching his sexy...
As I came back up for air, I noticed the boys had all gathered around, so I lay on the floor and said "I want a cum bath, then a quick shower, and then I'll let you all fuck me in the order you cum." As I lay on the floor and watched the boys started stroking; cocks of all sizes from 5" to 9" skinny to fat, I noticed some seemed to concentrate on their cock, while others looked around to see how the others were doing. Some had their hands to themselves others were feeling the asses or...
Dan was 27 years old when he first met his future wife Katie for the first time. Katie had been a 24 year old server at a sports bar that Dan and a few of his friends had frequented. She had just started working their one night when Dan and a few of his buddies had stopped in. She was their server and Dan practically fell for her beauty almost instantly. Dan’s friends razed him all night long that there was no way he could ever get a beautiful girl like that to go out with him. Katie was a...
Wife Lovers[This one's dedicated to SuperCutCinema, for making such awesome videos!]I didn't have any trouble finding the address, thanks to Google Maps! I typed it in, and---there the marker showed up almost instantly! I parked in the alley, as per instructions, and I let myself in through the back fence gate, and then to the basement door in this other guys house, where he said he had his private glory hole set up. 'Take the stairway down,' he had texted earlier, 'then take a quick right, and under the...
One summer I was home from college, I found myself in the house alone and spotted the basement key sitting on the kitchen counter, it was always on an over-sized red plastic key fob but that was sitting beside the key, broken and removed from the chain. I stared at the key for what felt like forever then slowly picked it up. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I approached the door, my hands shaking as I turned the lock, each click of it's action seeming louder and my hands were...
I was seventeen, a junior in high school and most of my friends were the same age. Little Billy was sixteen but looked much younger because he was small and he had one of those cute boyish faces that make you look young. Because of his size he was always getting picked on. He was always getting tripped, shoved and ridiculed. One summer afternoon at the ball field I called him a little weasel. Without warning he leaped at me and wrestled me to the ground. I wasn't prepared. In a matter of...
Gay MaleThe most important event in Arthur Van Cortland's entire life was the passing of his beloved mother. She was the undisputed queen of society in all territories south of Albany and East of the pristine Hudson River. He grieved for a full month and then decided to add a little spice to his convention riddled life. Arthur became a collector. His was not a typical collection such as butterflies, stamps or even books of a rare and expensive edition. No, Arthur's collection was more visceral and...
Her Special Uncles Basement &hellip,.I loved my uncle Chad. Ever since I was little he let me hang on him and paid attention to me. My think my dad wanted a boy, so he pretty much ignored me. My uncle lived two houses down from us and he worked at home. He was always there and working in his basement tinkering with things. I decided to go there after school. I quietly came up behind him and hugged him. He felt so good to hug. He let me feel him all I wanted. His tummy, chest and as I grew up,...
The animal in the basement was whimpering again. My next-door neighbor kept some sort of animal, I thought perhaps a dog, in her basement. For the last month I would be awakened at odd hours by a whimpering sound coming from there. I hadn't actually seen the dog, but then I worked during the day. I really intended to talk to her about the noise, but I'd never introduced myself and this didn't seem to be the right way to do it. Then my company got bought out by a foreign outfit, and we all...
I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night; sweating and breathing heavily. The clock said it was now five. I was alone in bed; my lovely husband had flown the previous day out of town.It was Saturday now and I had gone on a “girl’s night out” with my kinky girlfriends Helena and Camilla. But now I was alone in a bed that was not mine and I could not even remember a single scene about that night out… My throat was dry and then I went to the kitchen for a glass of cold water.As I went...
“Come on in, Karen. I’m back in the kitchen visiting with my brother.”“Oh, I’m sorry, Nancy. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I was just going to say ‘hi’ before the kids get home from school.”“Come in,” Nancy said again. “I’d like you to meet my brother.”Walking into the kitchen, the two women saw Nancy’s brother sitting at the island with a glass of iced tea.“Karen, this is my brother, Jake Hobson. Jake, this is my neighbor, Karen Blackwell,” Nancy said in the way of introductions....
MILF‘Mummy I’ve definitely decided I’m going to marry Oliver’ came breathlessly down the telephone. ‘Darling this is a bit premature isn’t it, last time I was talking to you were still undecided’. ‘I know Mummy but he’s so compliant now I only have to give him a maintenance punishment once every 2 weeks and I followed your advice about caning him if he came before me and it has worked wonderfully well, 10 hard strokes of the cane, a week in the spare room with no sex, as much...
When I was between school and university, I came here to Spain for the summer. It was, as it usually is, a tremendously hot summer with temperatures up around 40 degrees and so on. As with most summers, when you are a teenager you spend the days at the beach or at somone’s house in their pool. Then you spend the weekends sleeping off the parties that go on all night. This particular day I was at a friend’s house with a whole bunch of other girls I knew. We often did this sort of thing,...
After our first explosive encounter Helen said: “Now we can take our time and enjoy the rest of the day. Consider that a taster of the gourmet meal to come…OK?” ‘OK, yes OK’ I said. We lay still for just a few minutes. ‘You are not going to fall asleep now, are you?’ Said Helen As my breathing subsided and a slight throbbing returned to my cock I said ‘Oh no I am ready for anything now!’ ‘I thought it wouldn’t take you long to recover’ She said With that she ran a nail the length of my cock...
"I don't know," said Pedro, "That was pretty intense. Better than any chick so far" Darrin smirked "Wait till you introduce him to a girl who's cool with giving head and taking pointers" Once he tells them how to do it..." and he stopped there, remembering his girl from last summer whom I gave BJ lessons to. "Ok, buddy, sit down so I can unwrap my next present. Jeff was the next present I unwrapped. As he approached, I could see a wet spot on his boxers, and knew we were both in...
That seemed to help a little, and again Jason helped Pedro hard and soon I had his fat uncut cock fucking my ass. Pedro seemed to like the new arrangement and as he fucked my ass, he leaned in and surprised me with a kiss. Then reached down and stroked my cock a few times, as he fucked me. All too soon, he was holding my ankles and I could feel his cock throb as he filled the rubber. He pulled back and collapsed on the floor. Jeff was ready as soon as Pedro pulled out and without even waiting...
As a young thing of just sixteen, I often met with boys my age in the basement of an apartment building in our neighbourhood. It was mostly dark there, warm in winter and pleasantly cool in summer. There were usually half a dozen boys, but rarely other girls.At that time, I had red coloured hair, piercings in the nose and eyebrow and way too bony hips. But I was also blessed with the probably largest teenage tits in the city. My firm double-D breasts were the main reason that sometimes it...
Oral SexHer Basement, by Rajah Dodger Copyright (c) 2001. All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. The animal in the basement was whimpering again. My next-door neighbor kept some sort of animal, I thought perhaps a dog, in her basement. For the last month I would be awakened at odd hours by a whimpering sound coming from there. I hadn’t...
My Black Master called me that early evening, to tell me I should be ready after dinner; because he would drive me to his place.I did not dare to protest, although Victor had planned to go dinner outside.Then I had a warm shower, shaved my labia and put on a sexy outfit.When my loving husband came from office, he found me ready to go out, but he was disappointed about hearing that my date tonight was Jerome.My Black Master came for me in his nice car and he drove me to his home. He said I...
We ended up staying over at Mary's place for the night. She was a beautiful woman with one of those sexy voices that could make you quiver. We both enjoyed seeing all her curves, and she had no problem flaunting them for us. Long, flowing, black hair,dark tan, and the most exquisite hour glass figure ending in a cute, little, tight, apple shaped ass. Her outfits were always the most revealing. I was hoping it would rub off on you, but I saw you looked just as hot in your tight little Capris and...
BDSMWell, Its been awhile since I posted on here. This happened when I move from apartment and into a house. nice little ranch , but had a open large basement area and plumbed for a bath. So that was my first project. Putting in a large shower area. I like to work out in the basement had bought some equipment and bench presses and crap. Got some of the mirrors for the large walls to check myself out. Anyway compelted the shower install. It was pretty sweat if I dont mind saying so. All glass...
Edna’s BasementBy MissyChapter 1. Missy Revealed Missy looked out the window and watched as her Mom got into Bob's truck. He was kind of gross - when she'd let him earlier it was pretty clear that he hadn't shaved that day and his fingernails were dirty and he smelled like he'd been drinking beer. Her mom hadn't seemed to notice any of this - not that she ever did these days - and had told Missy not to wait up when she was walking out the door. It was not like she...
Jacqueline's mouth encased my finger with a slow, warm motion. She seemed to savor it, massaging inside with her wet tongue and lips. I was throbbing inside my panties as I lay back on the wicker chair in the basement of her family's house wearing only a yellow necklace and my pretty powder-blue panties with the pink and white flowers at the top. She had told me she liked them last weekend when we got into her costume closet, dressing up as different characters from our favorite movies. It...
Katrina wasn't sure what exactly had awoken her first, the faint, pungent scent in the air, the soft, disquieting sounds, or perhaps the vague feeling of something simply not being right. Slipping out of bed, the thirteen-year-old girl winced a slightly at the chill she felt as her bare feet touched the hardwood floor. Silently she then crept from her room and glanced around the darkened hallway beyond. There was silence now, no wind outside, no snoring from her parents room, no strange...
Sarah sat on the small couch in her basement, her long shapely legs twisted under her body in a way that only a state champion gymnast's could. Her hair fell straight and glossy to her shoulders and the very tops of her small but perfectly-shaped breasts. She had a very small waist and almost no hips. Her dark red lipstick gave her face sex appeal well beyond its fifteen years. Her best friend Paula sat on the chair in the corner, flicking idly through the channels. Her blue v-neck sweater lay...
First Time"Do you know what we have?" Greg asked Dr. Phillips. "We have a natural designer." "That Cheryl Travis girl you've been following?" "Yes sir. We toured the school, looked at everything, and the only thing we could see to fix was outside. She has everything in that school, including rooms she's never been in." "Oh?" "We got a look inside the electrical closets," Hanna said. "There is no way she could have seen the insides of those. They were complete and accurate, down to...
Cheryl inhaled sharply as Bill Bennett thrust his cock into her. The knock against Bill—at least among the other girls—was that he came too quickly once he started. He knew it, though, and took his time getting down to the straight thrusting. Any girl with him could look forward to at least 15 minutes of kissing, rubbing, tickling, and sucking before he finally entered her. He'd already spent time kissing her over her entire body, under her ear, round and round her breasts, across her...
She wakes up from hearing footsteps on the floor above her. She hopes that it's him who's on his way down. The night before he had made her feel so good. Her clothes are torn to pieces on the floor in the basement under his house. It's dark down in the basement and she starts thinking about the previous night. She feels how she gets horny. She tries to touch herself but then remembers that she's still tied to the bed. She wants him so badly to come down and take her again. She misses how his...
BDSMRuth came home smiled and told me she wanted me on the block,get it ready while she changed. I striped naked my cock getting hard knowing she was going to use me. Then naked I went to THE closet containing all of our toys and set out all the items needed for her to enjoy herself.In our basement we have an old wooden butcher block she had me purchase at a yard sale. It is large and very thick, it took three guys to move it to our basement. The top is waist high and she had me add some rings to...
Anita at Jerome’s basementMy loving wife finally confessed that her black lover Jerome had moved to L.A., just few miles from us.A Saturday afternoon Ana told me Jerome had called her, because he was willing to fuck her in his own house; then my sweet wife pleaded me to go there. I could watch.When we arrived to his home, he invited me a glass of bourbon and showed us the nice house.Anita was delighted with the master bedroom; it was really a very nice place, but then Jerome said he had in mind...
I was driving through a small town in Oregon early one summer morning on my way to Portland. I had been out of work for a week and I was getting real low on cash and the fuel gauge was close to empty. I checked out a gas station that was still closed but it became obvious that it had burglar alarms as I cruised past the pumps. I was getting desperate but I wasn’t going to take the risk of going to jail over a few dollars and a tank full of gas. I gunned the engine and cursed my luck as I...
When I was growing up there were lots of k**s in the neighborhood to play with. I had many older friends, but my best friends were a year or two younger then me.Dougie was one of my best bud's. Wen we first met, he was in the field with 2 other guys from another neighborhood and they were both 14 . I knew they were trouble and Dougy was maybe 10. The 2 guys were coaxing him to suck them off. I walked in to the clearing they were in and startled them. the 2 guys ran off leaving Dougie with his...
Its been awhile since I posted, but here is another time with dad.I was younger in my teens and had found dad's stash of porn in the basement in his workshop area. He had some hot shit even for back in the 70's. lots of group porn 4somes and more. I was down there got one of my fav's and had pulled the cock out jerking, I was going thru the pages and jerking harder and harder. Listening to hear if anyone is coming down the stairs. But must of been going at it pretty hard when I looked up and...
I was in our basement that day as I have been so many times before, entertaining friends and family. Only this time, I was tied spread-eagled between two posts, with my arms stretched out above me, and my legs tied wide apart at my ankles. I wore what you told me to. A lace bra with holes for my hard nipples. A matching garter belt and G-string, that ties on the sides, and of course lace top stockings. Lastly, the open-toed six-inch-high heels. All in black. I was blindfolded and that turned me...
Wife Lovers"Absolutely not!" Adrian Martin slammed her hand on the table. "I refuse to allow it!" "Allow what?" Greg asked. "This whole project. I'm not going to let it go forward." "What do you object to?" Greg asked. "This girl. What she does. The whole idea. Everything about it!" "It's the sex, isn't it?" Hanna asked. "You don't want her to engage in it." "I expected better of you!" Adrian said. "You're a woman. Can't you see that they're just using her? This is just...
Being beautiful was all I have ever known, it is who I am and everything I will be. I know most of you women are jealous of my perfect features, my flawless skin and hate my body which is desired by most of the male population. I was born beautiful, which means being hated by women, especially my so called peers. Models and actresses that I work with all hate me because I am born beautiful not fined tuned by surgery. Those women that want to be my friend, desire to be around someone...
??????????? Adele looked out the window of the train and sighed. The rain was still falling, and the scenery had not changed over night. The whistle blew, and echoed over the expanse of grey open plains. Occasionally she thought she saw bluffs off in the distance, but the fog was too thick to tell. It was always foggy in The City, but nothing like this bleak countryside. She had always fantasized as a child what the world looked like outside the city walls and now found herself...
Born To Be A Woman By Lisa Simpleton Hi, my name is Eliza. This is my story. I was born a boy in a typical suburb. My parents had married without the consent of their family members. My father passed away when I was still to be born so, I never saw him. My mom who is a very arrogant lady refused to seek help of the relatives and by herself has been taking care of the family. Instead, my mom and several of other single mothers, who were liberal thinkers, had formed a sort of...
The year was 2008 and I had just come back. I walked into my house and saw them. "Now who the fu -- [I saw two young girls there too, so fuck was not said] heck are you and what are you doing in my home?" I demanded. The woman was in shock and grabbed her children protectively. They hid behind her looking scared in my direction. "Who, who are you?" The woman asked. "I am the man who owns the house you are in, that is who I am!" I told her harshly but without yelling. 'Is anyone...
Born a Sissy This is the story told by me "grandmother" and my grandson Timmy. Most of it is true and only some parts have been modified. It all started back in 1979 when Timmy was only 9 years old. He was a beautiful child that I loved dearly. Timmy's mother, my daughter, had him at the young age of 17. Being so young she was not quite ready to be a full time mother. She was just like any other teenage girl who had social obligations to meet. She was a good mother but I understood...
Roy said, “A keg of whiskey and a good drunk would be more fitting for this quagmire.” “All right you guys have your brandy let me think,” and as I thought mom and Mary laughed as they seen the steno pad come out and the balls of paper hit the floor like rain. Marie and Mary picked up the balls and looked at each other shaking there head and said, “He can’t he wouldn’t.” I finished and came back to the table Mary said, “My husband you can’t we will be famous but not in a good...
Born to Serve Man Growing up and living in Peru Indiana was like living in another century. I knew I was a hick and I knew what kind of hick town Id lived in for the past nineteen years. I was desperate to change my life, to change everything about it. All my life Id longed for that exciting kind of life Id read about in books and magazines. I just knew College could be the beginning of that new life for me. Finally that day came. Id I had the money from my parents estate and screwing up my...
Born to Serve Man Growing up and living in Peru Indiana was like living in another century. I knew I was a hick and I knew what kind of hick town Id lived in for the past nineteen years. I was desperate to change my life, to change everything about it. All my life Id longed for that exciting kind of life Id read about in books and magazines. I just knew College could be the beginning of that new life for me. Finally that day came. Id I had the money from my parents estate and screwing up my...