CindyChapter 6 Shopping Trip Lillian
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He sat in the chair at the foot bed, his eyes focused on the young man’s hefty penis as it pounded in and out of her. The young man’s buttocks tightened as his seed gushed into her; the man in the chair watched and lazily stroked his erection.
He bid farewell to the young man as he left the hotel room and watched as he disappeared into the elevator. Closing the door he heard that she was already running the bath and his erection twitched with excitement.
He enjoyed these hotel evenings most of all. She liked to be fucked by virile, young men, he liked to watch and afterwards she would finish him off in a way that provided him with his fondest memories and most powerful ejaculations. Other than these hotel visits their marriage was quite ordinary.
He sat in the tub and she began to masturbate him with soapy hands that knew exactly how he liked it. He lay back, closed his eyes and thought of Lillian…..
His life changed forever when he was at school. His parents were killed by a drunk driver while on their way home from a concert. There were no relatives and the will was clear; the lifelong friend of his mother, Lillian, became his legal guardian. Money was not a problem, the insurance and sale of the house provided him with a decent financial future. It was held in trust until his twenty-first birthday and Lillian received a generous stipend for his care.
She lived in a ranch house on thirty acres; it was surrounded on three sides by a large veranda, there was a barn, stables with a large paddock where Lillian kept her two horses and several smaller buildings. She worked from home, writing mystery books for which she was well known. He had known her all of his life and settled in soon enough to his new world without parents. The acreage was an adventure land for a young lad and he quickly found a friend in Andy, the kid from the next house, about a mile down the road.
Bill was Lillian’s boyfriend and sometimes he stayed overnight. He liked Bill and looked forward to their time together. One night when he was about 13 he found himself suddenly awake. His luminous watch glowed 11:17 and just as he was about to roll over he heard low voices. He listened intently then decided to investigate. He climbed out of the window and crept silently around the veranda to where he thought the voices were coming from. He stopped at Lillian’s window and sure enough, the voices came from inside.
What are they doing up so late he thought as he looked at his watch again….11:20! He peered through the window that Lillian always left open on these summer nights and only just stopped from crying out in surprise. Bill was standing naked beside the bed; he could see Bill’s erection sticking out from his body and saw Lillian as she walked naked to the bed and sat down. He wanted to run back to his room but couldn’t make his legs move; he was riveted to the spot. He stared at her breasts and felt the funny sensation between his legs that he doesn’t quite understand. Lillian’s hand was now on Bill’s cock and she rubbed it back and forth. He moved his hand into his pajamas and touched his own hardness, suddenly he felt a warm sensation come over him and his hand became all sticky. He rushed back to his room, scared, excited, confused and full of strange emotions.
Back in his room he checked his hand and then between his legs. Everything seemed alright. He cleaned up, put on fresh pajamas and got back into bed. His heart began to return to something near normal and he reviewed in his mind what he has just witnessed. It was certainly exciting and he couldn’t forget the thrill he felt when that stuff spurted from his dick. He unbuttoned his pajama top and pulled down the bottoms. He looked down at his groin and he was growing hard again as he thought of Lillian’s breasts and her hand on Bill’s dick. He had no idea at this time that he was very well endowed; he knew his was bigger than Andy’s since the first time they had skinny-dipped in the pond behind Andy’s place. Andy had even commented that he had a whopper and wanted to look at it longer than he was comfortable with. His hand moved down and he took hold of his penis and copied what he had seen Lillian do to Bill. It felt good when he thought of Lillian naked, he came quickly, splashing the white liquid all over his belly and neck. He cleaned himself up a put his pajamas on again. He lay on his back and thought what a great new toy he had found and drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
When he awoke his watch showed 7:19 and he realized that his cock was stiff again. He stripped off his pajamas and stood in front of the full-length mirror. His erection twitched up and down and looked very big to him. He experimented jerking it at different speeds and angles, finding new ways to pleasure himself before spurting his load onto the mirror.
That 16th summer and fall, until it was too cold to leave the windows open, were the most exciting of his young life. Whenever Bill stayed over he would creep over and watch them. He saw them doing lots of things that got him very excited, sometimes so excited he masturbated at the window and ejaculated onto the veranda. When this happened he would eat breakfast as fast as he could and excuse himself so he could clean up the mess. By fall he was an expert masturbator; he would lie on his bed or sometimes go into the barn and imagine he was doing to Lillian what he had witnessed Bill doing. He fantasized feeling her breasts and putting his more than generous equipment between her legs and wondered what it would feel like.
As the next few years passed his fantasies grew to include girls at school, teachers, mothers of classmates, women he saw at the mall and in magazines. In fact, he found any attractive female fair game for his imaginings. He had girlfriends but, as yet, his sex life had never progressed beyond solitary masturbation and Lillian remained his most frequently used image.
Just before his 18th birthday, Bill disappeared from his life. The company he worked for offered him a 3-year transfer to their office in Australia and he had eagerly accepted. Lillian said the relationship would continue via long distance telephone calls and letters and they would visit Bill on their vacation.
For his 16th birthday Lillian and Bill bought him a dirt bike. He spent many hours on his new toy until that day in late August when he lost control and hit a tree. He staggered back to the house and Lillian drove him to the hospital. Both wrists were badly fractured and would require several weeks in casts. This presented a problem for he could do very little for himself. Lillian assured him that everything would be alright and embarrassment would be kept to a minimum. She understood he was at an awkward age but they would get through the next few weeks together. Attending to his toilet was carried out in a matter-of-fact way and then it was time for him to bathe.
Lillian filled the bathtub with hot, soapy water then unbuttoned his shirt, removed his socks and loosened his pants. She left the bathroom until he had wriggled out of his gear and settled into the tub. He called her in and she began to bathe him with a soapy flannel. Lillian came close to his growing erection a few times before the flannel finally touched it. She rubbed it gently, went down to his balls then back to his fully erect cock. He stared at her tits and saw her nipples harden against the thin t-shirt. Being so close to those tits he had fantasized about so often and Lillian’s hand only a flannel width away from his cock sent him into a shuddering climax. Lillian must have known for she continued to caress him through the flannel until he went limp. Not a word was spoken as she toweled him dry and helped him with his clothes. He was aware that Lillian’s glance strayed often to his groin and it both embarrassed and excited him.
The next evening after supper, Lillian asked if he needed a bath. His heart began to pound and he stammered something about being warm and uncomfortable. The previous night’s routine was followed and Lillian began to bathe him with the flannel. He had a full erection before he stepped into the bath and when she got to it she let the flannel drop. Her bare hand now enveloped him. He looked at her, she looked back but neither said a word. He lay back and she masturbated him until he lifted his hips out of the water and spurted cum high in the air.
The next 24 hours seemed a lifetime for him and immediately after supper he
asked Lillian if she had time to give him a bath. She looked at him for a few
moments before leaving the table and filling the bath. She loosened his clothes
and was about to leave when he said, ‘You don’t need to leave, just take my
clothes off.’
She finished undressing him and he stood naked before her with his huge erection
twitching up and down. ‘You have a beautiful cock,’ she breathed nervously.
He lay back in the tub and she fondled him with both hands. His gaze fell upon
her nipples, poking like bullets through her t-shirt. ‘Can I see them?’ he
blurted. For a moment she hesitated then removed the top exposing her bare
breasts to him. He ogled the beautiful orbs and she realized he was unable to
touch them because of his casts. She moved her tits in front of his face and
felt him lick and bite her erect nipples. He shot his load immediately and
Lillian felt the power of his ejaculation and the incredible hardness of his big
cock and secretly wished it was inside her.
The bath time ritual continued until the casts were removed in late October. He went to physiotherapy twice a week and quickly regained strength in his wrists.
Nothing had happened between them for a couple of weeks and nothing had been said about their bath times together. It was as if now the casts were removed, they were both unsure of how or if to proceed.
After lunch on Saturday he told Lillian he was going to the stable to clean out the horses and release them into the paddock. He went to his bedroom to change into work clothes and as he removed his pants his thoughts were of Lillian. His cock bulged in his underwear and he discarded them, freeing his huge erection. He stood in front of the mirror and began to masturbate, thinking of Lillian’s hard nipples and soapy hands on his cock. Suddenly the door opened and Lillian walked in, she saw him, naked with that huge cock in his hand. She covered her mouth with a hand in surprise and just stared at his cock.
‘I came to get your laundry, I thought you were in the stable,’ she said.
‘I’m glad I’m not and I’m glad you’re here,’ he replied and continued to stroke himself.
‘I’ll fill the tub,’ she said and hurried out of the room.
He walked into the bathroom and stood in the tub. She grabbed his hard cock and caressed it. He reached out, felt her breasts and teased the hardening nipples. After he sat down, her soapy hands began jerking him off and he fondled her tits. ‘Get in with me,’ he pleaded and without saying a word she stripped and joined him in the tub. He discovered the joys of exploring a woman’s body for the first time that day. Although he desperately wanted to fuck her she wouldn’t let him go that far. She would allow him to feel her and suck her tits while she brought him to powerful ejaculations but nothing beyond that.
The vacation in Australia was great except there was no bath time with Lillian. While in Cairns he met a girl, also on vacation with her parents and they did it on the beach a couple of times. He was no longer a virgin but most of his masturbatory thoughts were still of Lillian. Bill was coming home the following year although he wasn’t sure where the company would send him.
The stables had swelled from two to six horses by the time he turned nineteen. He had a natural ability with horses and during his time with Lillian he became an expert horseman. He was earning decent money boarding horses and giving riding lessons. His plan was to extend the business when his inheritance came through at age twenty-one.
The date will remain in his memory forever, April 19. Lillian told him that Bill was coming home in a week and he had asked her to marry him. She had accepted and would be moving with him to his new job 1500 miles away. She would give him the property, his horse business was thriving and in two years he would have adequate funds to expand.
They talked a lot about the future over the next few days and gradually he adjusted and saw many positives. He had a good business, they could still visit each other and he was truly happy for her and Bill. He would miss their bath times, of course, but he had recently become very attracted to one of the riders he was teaching and she appeared to like him so he intended to develop the relationship.
Two days before Bill’s arrival he had just finished shaving when Lillian came into the bathroom, ran water in the tub, added soap liquid and looked toward him. In silence she removed her clothes and sat in the tub. He was already hard by the time he was naked and he joined her. He fondled her breasts as she teased the knob of his cock with a thumb and two fingers. His hand wandered between her legs and stimulated her clit before three fingers entered her pussy. She asked him to stand and his huge cock bobbed up and down in front of her face, she caressed his balls as she jerked him and then did something she had never done before, she took his cock into her mouth. The feeling was indescribable and it took all of his concentration not shoot his load down her throat. It was a large tub and had good size ledge in the corner. She sat on it and spread her legs, he knelt down and fingered her then she grabbed his head and pulled it down to her pussy. His brain was spinning, he tasted her and wanted this to never stop as his tongue explored her most intimate parts. After a while she pulled his head away and turned onto her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and looked at her lovely ass, wet with traces of soap suds he found so erotic. He caressed it playfully and slapped it a few times before three fingers found their way inside. His cock twitched on her ass only inches from her pussy as his fingers fucked her and oh, how he wanted his cock to be where those fingers were. He moved a little and rested his knob on the crack of her ass and continued working on her wet, slippery hole. She turned to him suddenly and said in little more than a whisper, ‘Stick it in, stick it in me please, fuck me, please, fuck me.’ He thought he was hallucinating until Lillian removed his fingers, took hold of hard dick and placed it on her pussy lips. ‘Stick it in me,’ she repeated and moved her hips back onto his cock. It slipped passed her labia easily and he felt a tremendous thrill and his dick hardened to an intensity that almost painful. Lillian moaned with pleasure as she felt the cock sink deeper into her twat than any cock ever had. The desire to ejaculate was strong but he managed to hold off and kept his cock buried to the hilt. When he felt that some degree of control had been achieved he slowly moved in and out and felt dizzy with excitement. Lillian sucked in her breath and moved her hips to meet his cock. ‘Deeper, deeper,’ she begged and he began to move quicker, slamming into her as far as he could go. He didn’t last long and came in several great waves that overflowed Lillian’s pussy and she screamed in orgasm. He left his cock inside her until it went limp.
Later that evening he came back from checking on the horses and found Lillian just about finished drying the supper dishes. He came up behind her, pushed his hardening erection against her backside and mauled her tits through her thin top. ‘I want you again,’ he whispered in her ear before nibbling on the lobe. She said nothing but turned and knelt in front of him. His clothing fell to the floor and she sucked his cock and balls. This session lasted much longer than earlier in the day. They fucked in several positions on the living room floor then Lillian sat on the dining room table, it was just the right height and he was able to screw her with long, deep strokes that brought her to climax almost every time he slammed his big dick into her.
Afterward, they were on the sofa naked, he lay his head on her lap and she idly twirled his hair. ‘This will never happen again,’ she said, ‘I’ve wanted to have you inside me since I first saw your big, beautiful cock after you hurt your wrists. I know you spied on Bill and me in the bedroom and masturbated on the veranda while watching us, it excited me that you were doing that. Bill will be home in a few days and you must never mention this to anyone.’
‘I know,’ he said in resignation, ‘I want to thank you for it all, you’re the greatest. There’s this girl who comes for riding lessons on Wednesday’s, Judy, I like her very much and I think she likes me. I was thinking of asking her out for dinner and a movie on Saturday.’
‘I think that’s and excellent idea, now there is a lot to do before Bill arrives and I need to get some sleep,’ and with that she tousled his hair got up and bid him a good night.
…..Judy stroked his cock faster now she sensed he was very close to the end. He thought of looking through Lillian’s bedroom window, of her in the tub with his cock about to enter her from behind and fucking her on the dining room table. He wanted it to last but knew he could not. He opened his eyes as he felt his sperm surge and shot a huge load all over Judy’s waiting face.
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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY by Long Tall Mary A 50 year old dominatrix reminisces on her long career in Central New Yorkand describes some of her more memorable encounters. CODES: M/F, F/F, nc, heavy, job My name is Mary and I just turned 50 years old this past week. I'm a 6 footweight proportionate, blue eyed blond and known in the business as "Long TallMary". For nearly 15 years I've been active as a career life style dominatrixin the Syracuse area and am the best in the business as well as...
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Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 15-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching them kissing and whispering sweet things...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 16-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching...
IncestThe Personalia noticed that they were becoming uncomfortable. They put this down to Governor Bob Kempe of the planet Rehome, and his enthusiastic support of their race. He kept telling everyone he met how kind and helpful the Personalia were. He made them out to be the ideal race to be partnered with - friends to be admired and praised; a defence force without parallel; a source of technical and financial wizardry; the perfect complement to human ingenuity and pushiness. That upsetting...
Kevin Reilly unlocked his front door, kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He had just taken his wife Keri to the airport where she was going to be catching the 8 a.m. commuter flight to the state capital. It was her biweekly three day trip to perform secretarial duties for her boss, Bradley Knox III, or as Kevin always referred to him, Trey. Every time he used that nickname for her boss's pretentious official name Keri would remind him that her boss hated it....
Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces far below California Air Express' Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the aircraft a breathtaking view. With almost as many hours in the air as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen it too many times before to be impressed. Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with her to wrap up...
Introduction: Memories of a gay boy part 3! wait for the last part! Intro: In the dark hours of the night, Tokyo screams with noise. Never silent, never peaceful, and never finished. aishite mo ii kai? yureru yoru ni aragamama de ii yo matto fukaku kurushii kurai ni nareta kuchibiru ga tokeau hodoni boku wa…kimi no…vanilla rang through the house. The sound of Gackt: Vanilla sang its tempting melody in the hotel room. Translation is Would it be ok to love, too, in this trembling night? Just like...
The majority of uploaders are non-native speakers of English and most misspell "masturbate""Masterbate" implies 'bating' on orders of a Master, which invokes my MEMORIES of three slavesMaty is my female friend in Uruguay - a lovely looking lady with a topjob handling airtrafficMaty loves to pretend she is my slave but not very good at it, showing thus indirect disrespectMaty informed me in the beginning about her two teen slave girls, both so hot and eager to learnMaty offered them both to me...
I do not pretend to be a writer, but I just thought I`d scribble down some memories. This is`nt fiction, just a small part of my personal history.Some things happened in the dark ages, othersnot so long ago, but everyone of them is etched in my memory and I can still remember it like it happened yesterday. [/First Timesb]My first real open mouth kiss was when I was about f******n and not being real sex, I don`t suppose it is against the law to state that age here.We were...
As I slowly caressed Angela’s ass, the memory that almost made this impossible came flooding back!The simple act of running a finger up and down her ass conjured up memories of the exact same thing only with Elena and not Angela.We worked together more since that night at her party. I later discovered that Elena was now in charge of scheduling and that was the reason we had so many closing shifts together.After the night of the party, she would walk past me, smile, and say, WOW. That became our...
InterracialOver the course of the next couple of days, Candy and I moved back into the house we grew up in, although now we were sharing a room. There wasn’t quite enough space for us to put our stuff in. I had to move into the room the dresser from the second bedroom. We each had a dresser now and we shared the closet. It wasn’t full, meaning I needed to take her shopping, sooner or later. We also shared the queen bed, as Mom asked us to turn on some music when we wanted to ‘Put Seabiscuit on the...
I took off the next week from painting. Pat came by to give me my check from the showing. He stopped to talk to Mom – they started up like the old friends whom they were. Candy and I left them alone. Candy told me to not tell Mom about what she felt about Pat. I took Candy on a vacation, after getting Mom’s assurance it was OK for us to go and leave her by herself for a while. We went to Alaska first, a place I always wanted to experience. We traveled together, as if we were a married...
Age: 21 Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to suffocation Other Injuries: Nil Time between death and delivery to mortician: 12 hrs Notes: A night out at the club turned tragic for a pretty young woman when a stampede resulted in her being suffocated to death. Luckily, her sweet body remained unscathed when she was delivered to the mortician. All dressed to party Crushed by people, air deprived Your hot body, limp (All the costumes featured in this story have been featured in past...
I have been interested in dead bodies since I was very young. I have no idea how it started but I enjoy the sight of beautiful dead female corpses. I believe I am what doctors call a necrophiliac though I never had the chance to get near any dead bodies until I was 20. That was when I applied for a job as a mortician in a mortuary near town. It’s been 25 years since I started work as a mortician and I think it’s time I start penning down my memoirs before I forget the details. Or I die myself....
They called my seat assignment so I got in line and we slowly marched to the ticket agent and then down the jet way to board the plane. It was just me, no one else. It has been just me since my bride of 42 years passed away two years ago right after we moved down here to Florida. We had bought a house in a retirement neighborhood so after she passed I decided to stay. The weather’s great and the golfing is sensational with good, understanding friends to keep me entertained, so it’s okay I...
I was now seventy six yrs old way past it I hardly ever get a hard on maybe a piss proud in the morning my cock had shrunk I was still about 3 ins soft about 5to 6 ins hard it really started to go down just after I was 72 then it was about seven ins long and still got hard but not too often as iv already told you I have been married and divorced twice already and one died I wasn’t living with her might sound a bit cruel as it saved me money for the divorce as I never ever contested either...
Sometimes temptation get's the best of us all, for some of us it just happens more often. Your not told how to make the right decisions your just thrown into a situation and told to do your best. And when you look back on what you did nothing can fix that little mistake. I felt like my world was crashing around me when those words fell out of his mouth " It really sucks I'm straight". He said it so casually, like it didn't matter that he lied. But technically he didn't lie, he never...
Freshly showered and dressed for work, I was just finishing my last cup of coffee when the doorbell ran. It had to be someone selling something because everyone knows that I leave promptly at eight-thirty five. Prepared to drive the person away, I opened the door to find two uniformed policemen standing there looking quite serious. It was obvious that they weren’t there to deliver any good news. When they asked if I was Mrs. Graham, I felt a few moments of relief. ‘I’m sorry,’ I replied, ‘but...
Part One: COLLEGERaymond Englehard, I remember him from college. He was known as Ray back then, but now they call him Senator Engelhard. Ray came to mind recently when he appeared on the #Me Too most wanted list. Of course, that put him on the media's persecution roster, making him the leading story on news telecasts and the Internet.In a twist of good fortune, the reporters have been so captivated by the claims of several charming young women that they haven't bothered to look into Senator...
Straight SexSex was always a weird thing around the house, growing up. Earliest memories I have are of my mom taking me along to visit an older man, a race horse owner living on the racetrack property. I remember entering his quarters there with her, welcomed by te sight of the man lying on his bed, his hard cock out of his pants. It looked huge to me. I was given some toy to play with in a basin of water, with instructions only to look at what I was doing in the basin, nowhere else. I did not do exactly...
Memories...your hands held high above your head anchoring you crushing you against the large blue door hiding from the street lightskissing you like there's no tomorrow tongues tango, breaths quicken knee pressed 'tween your thighs feeling your heat feeling you grind against me arousal heightened by the possibility of getting caughtlater you tease with a slow reveal that I'm not allowed to touch but my eyes soak you in videotape mentally for futur...
Funny thing about "MEMORIES". In my senior years, I can not remember the name of the movie I watched last weekend or the name of its lead actor but I recall perfectly the events of May 11, 2009. The washrooms at the mall were bereft of cock so I walked a couple of blocks to the library to see if there was any action there. When I entered the washroom, there were 2 guys in there. One was standing in front of the right urinal and the other guy was at the left one. The middle urinal was where I...
friends mom would give me a peak with loose bath robe. would accidently not close her bed room door while dressing. would want me to try on pants and watch me do it. She would get drunk some time and her GF would bring her home. Her son was with his dad and I saw the car pull up. Summer time and I was out late. So I said, I will help her in. Her drunk GF said great, I am not in good shape my self. So in the house and into the bathroom. She insisted i stay with her. she left her undies and pants...