Copyright 2000 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
Note: This story was originally released in six parts.
"Hey Chad," said Tristan, "how would you like to spend the summer with
me at my parents beach house?" He was my best friend and roommate.
We did everything together.
"Love to," I replied, "but I'll have to get permission from my mom and
dad."
The thought of all those bikini clad girls had my penis hard, but then
it was always hard. Tristan and I attended a boys only Catholic school.
Excluding withered old nuns, we hadn't even really seen any women for
months.
I had just turned eighteen and Tristan was a year younger. He had a wild
rebellious streak, but I was rather shy and conservative. Despite our
differences, he was a lot of fun and we got along fabulously. I hadn't
had many friends and I considered Tristan to be the brother I never had.
**********
We arrived at the resort on the Jersey shore just before noon, two days
after classes ended. My eyes bulged out of my head at the sight of all
the scantily clad women heading towards the beach. I was from a small
town in Kansas and had never seen a girl in a bikini outside of
magazines, and here in front of me were dozens. Tristan whistled at
some, which embarrassed me and I sank down into the car seat, though the
girls seemed to like his attention.
I was still shocked that my parents let me go. Especially to a beach
resort, which they called a den of sin. They relented when I promised to
stay away from alcohol and tramps.
We stopped near the boardwalk to grab a couple of burgers. Two teenage
girls wearing shorts and bikini tops walked by. Tristan smiled at them,
they ignored him and both smiled at me as they passed. I felt my cheeks
turn red and I looked down at the ground.
"They like you man," said my buddy. "Go get them."
"I couldn't. I wouldn't know what to say."
"Forget it," he said.
We got our burgers and sat down on a bench where we could watch the
women sun bathing. I caught several more girls staring at me and I quickly
looked away from them.
Tristan shook his head. "Chad, I love you like a brother, but if you're
going to hold me back this summer, you might as well hang out at our pool with my
mom."
"Sorry," I replied. "I just haven't been around a lot of women."
"Have you looked at yourself?" he said "I would give anything to look
like you or to have half your muscles. The beach hotties are gonna love you."
I was almost six and a half feet tall and still growing. Working on the
farm had built up my muscles to the point where I looked like a weight
lifter. Tristan was almost a foot shorter then me and rather average
looking, though he had a devilish grin that women apparently found
attractive.
We arrived at his parent's beach house an hour later. Tristan had
explained that his mom stayed there all summer and his dad was only here
on weekends. His father worked in New York and stayed at their house in
Massachusetts.
"Go on through the fence around back," Tristan said grabbing his bags.
I hefted my bags and walked around back to their pool. I just about
tripped over my own feet when I saw the young woman lying in a cot by
the pool. She had long blonde hair, tied up in a bun and big full lips.
Her eyes were covered by sunglasses, but I didn't spend much time
looking at her face anyway.
Either her body was over-proportioned or her bikini was too small. Never
had I seen a more perfect body on a woman. Her breasts were huge and I
could see the outlines of her nipples under the thin, blue material. Her
stomach was flat and sexy, with a thin waist that flared out as her hips
widened. The bikini bottoms, barely covered her crotch and I had a
strong urge to untie the strings holding her bikini on. Her legs were
fit, lean, and long all the way down to her dainty little feet, whose
toenails were painted a daring red. A deep golden tan covered her body.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I-I'm supposed to be staying here," I stuttered out. "I'm Tristan's
friend."
Her eyes widened and she stood up and walked over to me. "You must be
Chad," she said holding her hand out."
"Yes," I said blushing as I took her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't know
Tristan had a sister."
She smiled, but didn't say anything. She took off her sunglasses
revealing the most piercing blue eyes, I had ever seen.
"JESUS!" said Tristan as he rounded the corner. "Mom, what on earth are
you wearing?"
I blushed even more. Looking closer at her hair, I could see some gray
streaks blending into her blonde hair and as she laughed at her son's
discomfort, I saw some wrinkles around her eyes. Otherwise, she looked
about thirty, when she was probably closer to forty.
"Sorry Trizzie," she said winking at me. "I wasn't expecting you until
tomorrow."
"We got an early start Mom," he said.
"Well let me go put something decent on," she replied. "You two can go
unpack."
She turned and we followed her into the house. I gulped when I saw that
her bikini was a thong and I could see her tan rear end. It was
plump, but firm and smooth as a bowling ball. It arched out from the
small of her back. My penis which is always partially erect, instantly
turned rock hard. It was so hard, it hurt.
Tristan showed me to our room. It was bigger then our dorm and had two
nice big beds.
"We can unpack later. Lets change and jump in the pool." He said yanking
his shirt off over his head.
"I don't have a bathing suit."
"No problem, you can wear one of mine."
Tristan removed some trunks from his dresser and tossed it to me. "Try
these."
He turned his back to me and pulled his pants down. I was a little
uncomfortable by his nudity, but I took my pants off also.
"I can't wait to hit the beach tom..."
My friend stopped in mid sentence and I looked up. He was staring at my
crotch with a look of shock on his face. He suddenly turned red and
quickly pulled his trunks up. I caught a glimpse of his penis and I
suddenly felt sorry for him. It must have been deformed or something. It
was all shrunken from the air conditioner and was only as long as my
pinky. My penis still hadn't recovered from the sight of his mother and
was about ten inches long. When completely erect, I'm over a foot long
and as big around as a cucumber. The only other penis I had ever seen,
was on our bull back home and he had made me feel small. Tristan was not
only smaller then me, but his penis probably wasn't even a third as big
as mine.
"Come on let's go," he said, waving for me to follow.
I removed my shirt and tossed it on my bed as we headed to the pool. At
first, Tristan seemed upset about something, but that quickly passed and
we had fun splashing around his pool. I can't swim so I stayed in the
shallow end.
His mom came out with some sandwiches. She was wearing a conservative
one-piece bathing suit, but her incredible body was hard to hide and she
still looked fantastic. Tristan climbed out of the pool and immediately
began gobbling down a sandwich.
I climbed the ladder out of the pool and was immediately embarrassed to
see that Mrs. Jones was checking out my body as closely as I had checked
out hers. Her eyes latched onto my crotch and remained there for a
couple seconds. I thought that my penis would probably crawl into my
scrotum, but instead it fattened a little, despite the cool evening air.
I saw Mrs. Jones' frown as she stared at my crotch and then her eyebrows
shot up with surprise when it grew a little.
Embarrassed, I immediately wrapped a towel around my waist and joined
Tristan at the picnic table. Mrs. Jones left us alone and returned to the
house.
After dinner, Tristan and I left the pool. He said I could change in
there and he would change in the bathroom. I didn't see the point since
we had changed together earlier, but I was more comfortable changing
alone. I unwrapped the towel from my waist and pulled the swim trunks
down.
The vision of Mrs. Jones in her string bikini flashed into my mind and I
immediately got another painful erection. I closed my eyes and grabbed
my penis, desperately wanting to stroke it, but knowing that it was a
sin.
"Trizzie, do you need anything from the market?" said Mrs. Jones,
pushing the door open. "HOLY SHIT!" she exclaimed, seeing me nude, her
eyes locking onto my hard penis.
I opened my eyes in horror. She mumbled an apology and fled. My penis
withered in my hand. I looked in the mirror. Water still glistened on my
muscles. She must have thought I was masturbating and that the water was
sweat. I suddenly felt ill with embarrassment.
When I was fourteen, I was in the barn and for no apparent reason my
penis suddenly got hard. I stroked it for some reason and after a few
minutes, I ejaculated. At first I was scared, not understanding what the
white stuff was shooting from my penis, but it felt great. I turned
around and there was my dad, fists clenched with rage. He beat the crap
out of me that night and my mom wouldn't even talk to me for a week
after that day until we had spoken to a priest. The priest told me about
masturbation and how sinful it was. I told him I understood and would
never do it again. For the last four years, I would get erect at least
once a day, usually more, a lot more, and it took every ounce of my will not to touch
it. I figured the devil was tempting me.
Now, Mrs. Jones had caught me. She probably thought I was disgusting and
would throw me out of her house. She had been so horrified that she had
cursed and women didn't curse.
Tristan came back and saw how pale I was.
"You feeling ok buddy?" he said concerned.
"No, I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach. I think it must be
something I ate. I'm going to skip the boardwalk."
***********
Tristan left to hit the boardwalk. I put my sweat pants on and climbed
into bed. I felt nervous and sick to my stomach. I pictured Mrs. Jones
and the look on her face when she saw me holding my penis. As soon as I
thought of Tristan's mother, I pictured her in that teeny bikini and my
stupid penis got erect again.
My pulse was racing and I was hot under the covers. I was scared that
Mrs. Jones would throw me out for being a disgusting pervert. I climbed
on top of the covers and tried to get comfortable. Finally I looked for
something to read. As I was looking around the room, I noticed Mrs.
Jones staring at me through the door, which was cracked open.
All my fears were realized. Here was Mrs. Jones come to throw me out of
her house. She would call my parents, they would disown me and I would
get kicked out of school. Mrs. Jones pushed the door open and came in to
the room. Oddly enough, she seemed as nervous as I was.
"Sorry to disturb you Chad, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I
saw."
My heart skipped a beat. "Mrs. Jones, I swear I wasn't masturbating. I
know it's a sin. You just came into the room at the wrong time. Please
don't tell my parents."
"I'm not sure I understand," she was looking at me funny. I thought she
looked a little amused and I calmed down.
"I know you think I was masturbating, but I swear I wasn't."
"You're telling me you've never jerk off?"
"No ma’am," I replied. "Well once, but dad caught me and beat me."
"I don't believe you."
"I swear it's the truth, Mrs. Jones. Can't we just forget about what
happened," I begged.
"I don't think I can forget about what I saw," she said. I moaned with
shame and she added, "You're going to have to prove it."
"How do I do that?" I asked.
"You can tell if a man masturbates excessively.
I'll need to examine your penis."
"I can't do that!" I said horrified at the notion of showing my friend's
mom my penis again.
"It's that or I call your parents and the headmaster."
She sat on the bed, reaching out and grabbing the waist band of my
sweat pants. I relented and raised my hips, so that she could pull my
pants down to my ankles. Soon I was naked before the sexy mother of my
best friend.
I was so embarrassed that my penis had crawled up into my scrotum and it
looked tiny as it was only about seven inches long. She reached out and
I tried to crawl back, but her hand quickly grabbed the tip of my penis.
She lifted my penis up and cupped my testicles. My sack filled her small
hand. "Hmm," she said examining them, "They do seem heavy and full of
sperm. Maybe you don't masturbate."
As she spoke she kept tugging on my penis. No one had ever touched my
penis before and I was horrified to see that the evil thing was
responding to her touch. It started growing in her hand. I looked at her
as it slowly swelled with blood, growing to it's full, foot long length.
She just stared at my penis growing in her hand, her eyes growing wide
with shock as it turned rock hard.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Jones," I apologized horrified. "I can't control it."
She didn't seemed bothered by my erection and she wrapped her fingers
around my penis. I shivered as she ran her fingers along the length of
my penis, stopping to squeeze the head. It felt incredible to have her
touching my penis like this.
Then to my horror, she began stroking it. It felt fantastic and on the
third stroke, I bucked my hips, thrusting my penis through her fist. I
wanted to warn her, but the words stuck in my throat. I've never seen
the head of my penis so large. It swelled up as big as a plum,
throbbing, and engorged with blood. The pee slit opened and I came for
the second time in my life. A long stringy strand of sperm erupted from
the head and hit her in the face. I moaned with pleasure as four years
of frustration was released from my penis by three strokes of her hand.
Another strand left my penis, hitting her chin, and even more sperm
continued to flow out the tip of my penis covering her hand with sperm.
When I recovered, I suddenly realized what had happened and I looked at
her ashamed at what I had done. She was still staring at my penis, a
look of amazement on her face. My sperm was oozing down her face and
chin.
She seemed to come to her senses. She stood and ran from the room.
Horrified over what I had done, I pulled up my pants and ran out to the
hall to apologize. Mrs. Jones was standing there licking my sperm off her hand.
"Mrs. Jones," I cried. "What are you doing?"
"Chad!" she said startled. "It's not a sin if your semen goes into a
woman, only if you waste it."
"But isn't adultery worse?”
"This isn't adultery," she replied licking the sperm off her chin. "Only
actual intercourse is adultery. I'm just doing this to help you."
**********
We spent the next day at the beach. Tristan had met a girl the night
before. I never could understand that guys luck with the ladies.
Tristan tried to teach me how to swim, but it embarrassed me in front of
all the people. I felt much safer in his pool.
We went back and had dinner with his mom. Mrs. Jones was quiet through
most of the dinner and I was worried that she was thinking about all the
sperm from my stupid penis that she had been forced her to eat to keep
me from sinning. She was a wonderful woman to do that for me.
Tristan had a date with his girl that night and he asked if I would be
offended if he went out alone again. I told him to go have fun and not
to worry about me, I'd stay up and read. I usually do one hundred
push-ups every day and I was halfway through my set when Tristan left.
When I had finished, I looked up and his mom was standing in the room
watching me.
Mrs. Jones was wearing a short skirt that showed off her nice legs and a
tight top that left her sexy stomach bare. I could also see the outlines
of her nipples. Her areola were as big around as coke cans, the nipples
were poking at her top, and I had trouble not staring at them. She had
been dressed more conservatively at dinner.
She was glancing at my chest as I stared at hers. I was only wearing
shorts and my chest was sweaty, heaving from my workout.
"I saw Tristan leave," she said.
"He had a date," I told her, then added, "I'm sorry about last night. I
couldn't control myself."
"That's why I'm here. I'm worried you might masturbate again. I didn't
get a chance to examine you long enough last night. I'll need to do it
again."
My heart started racing at the thought of having her touch me again. "If
you think so Mrs. Jones."
"Just stand there and let me examine you," she said kneeling down before
me.
A strange surge of power coursed through my body as I looked at her
kneeling before me. I saw her reach out and unbutton my shorts. Her hand was
shaking, as she slowly pulled my zipper down. Mrs. Jones yanked my shorts down around my
ankles and my underwear quickly followed. To my embarrassment, instead
of retreating into my scrotum like the last time, my penis was growing
before she even touched it.
I moaned as Mrs. Jones caressed it and started stroking it again. The
head was huge, engorged with blood and she was holding it so that it was
pointed at her partially open mouth.
She was so intent on the examination, that I took the opportunity to
look down past my penis at her nipples. I was hot, but the air
conditioner must have made her cold because her nipples were rock hard,
like two flag poles planted on top two perfect mountains.
"You have a beautiful cock, Chad," she said still staring at my penis in
her hand.
"What do you mean?"
"Cock is another term for penis," she informed me.
That jogged my memory. When I was fifteen, I got into a fight with some
townies. They were jerks and used foul language. The leader, a cowardly
bully had said something to me. Now what was it? I remembered. "Suck my
cock," I mumbled out loud. Yeah, that's what he had said. The pervert.
"Anything you want Chad," said Mrs. Jones.
I looked down again. She was leaning forward and she kissed the head of
my cock. It was glistening with some kind of fluid and she licked it
off. I jumped and my knees grew weak as her tongue ran around the head
of my cock. Her lips wrapped around the entire head. I couldn't believe how good it
felt. Her mouth was so hot and wet. I moaned as her tongue ran all
around my cock head. She began to move her mouth up and down my cock,
taking more with each bob of her head.
My knees were weak, but I managed to stand there. I felt the sperm
churning in my testicles. My muscles were tensing and my fists were clenched.
I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I grabbed the sides of her head and began
bucking my hips, sliding about half my cock in and out of her mouth.
Mrs. Jones had one hand on my cock and another between her legs under
her skirt. She must have had bad itch, because her hand was moving
rapidly underneath her skirt.
My cock seemed to explode in her mouth, my sperm erupting from the end.
I felt it shooting up through my cock and pouring into her mouth.
She didn't seem to want to let go and my cock suddenly seemed ultra
sensitive after my orgasm. I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled back,
watching my penis slowly emerge from her mouth.
"God, Mrs. Jones that felt incredible."
"I liked it too Chad," she replied. "I've never seen a cock this big."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you’re hung like a horse Chad," she said still kneeling before me
and staring at my cock. "Your more then twice as big as my husband and at
least three times as thick. His penis is about average length."
I pictured Tristan's reaction when he saw my partially erect cock. He
wasn't deformed, I was. "You mean I'm some kind of freak?" I asked,
though for some reason it made me feel good to be bigger then her
husband and Tristan for that matter.
"You're not a freak, Chad," she answered, "you're gifted."
"Do you do this with Mr. Jones," I asked, a sudden wave of jealousy
coursing through my body.
"Never Chad," she said, "with him, it's lights off in the missionary
position. Yours is the first cock I've ever had in my mouth."
That made me feel fantastic and I grinned from ear to ear. I didn't know
what to say, I just blurted out, "Thanks."
"Thank you," she replied getting up and leaving the room.
I looked down at my cock. I know pride is a sin, but I was suddenly
proud of my big piece of meat. It was growing again and I wished she
hadn't left.
**********
Mr. Jones arrived the next day for the weekend. He reminded me a lot of
Tristan only without the wild streak. He was shorter then me by a foot,
even shorter then his wife. He was nice, but he seemed stern and proper,
just the opposite of his wife. It was probably his idea to send Tristan
to an all boys religious school. He was a lot older then his wife,
probably close to twenty years.
I didn't see much of Mrs. Jones that weekend. The few times I did, she
seemed bored.
I went out to the boardwalk with Tristan that weekend. His girl Mary had
a friend named Amber. She was an attractive little blonde, though her
breasts weren't half as big as Mrs. Jones. She wore big platform shoes
and her shorts were so small and tight, her butt cheeks stuck out. She
seemed delighted to hang out with me, though she quickly seemed to grow
bored with my shyness and lack of conversational skills.
We said goodbye and Tristan leaned over and gave Mary a big kiss. I
looked at Amber, she was looking back at me expectantly. I leaned over
to kiss her and at the last minute she turned her face and I planted a
kiss on her cheek. Embarrassed, I backed off and we waved bye.
The next night, Amber didn't come out with us. I felt like a third wheel
as Tristan and Mary were all over each other. The three of us went back
to the cottage Mary and Amber were renting. They left me on the porch
and went into the one room cottage. A minute later they kicked Amber out
and she joined me.
Finally, after ten minutes of silence, Amber said, "Why don't you like
me?"
"I do like you," I replied, "what do you mean?"
"How come you didn't make a pass at me?"
"I'm sorry. I wanted to, but I don't know how."
Amber moved next to me and she leaned over. I bent down and kissed a
girl for the first time. I liked it, but my stupid penis turned rock
hard again.
We kissed for around fifteen minutes, finally Amber whispered in my ear,
"Tell me what you want."
I didn't know what she was talking about, but I did know that my cock
was hurting again. "I want you to suck my cock." I whispered back.
Amber pulled back and looked at me surprised. "Crude, but I guess you're
making progress," she said. "Ok, but You're going have to return the
favor."
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"If I suck you off, you have to eat my pussy. It's only fair."
"I've never done that," I replied suddenly guilty for not eating Mrs.
Jones' two nights before.
"Really?" she didn't seem that surprised, "Well it doesn't matter, I'll
teach you."
She kissed me again and I felt her hand undoing my shorts. "Let's see
what you're hiding in there." She pulled down my zipper and reached in.
I felt her hand wrap around my cock and pull it out. It went limp at the
look on her face. She shook her head in denial and a look of fear was
written on her face. Amber let go and backed away. She looked down at my
crotch then up at me. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She turned
and tried the door to their cottage, but it was locked. She then turned
and ran out the porch door.
"Amber, wait," I yelled, stuffing my suddenly deflated cock into my
pants, but she ignored me and ran off into the night.
Tristan came out a moment later a big grin on his face. Mary followed
him. "Where's Amber?" she asked.
"She went for a walk," I lied.
Mary saw the look on my face. "Don't let her upset you. There's plenty
of girls who'd be happy to meet a nice guy like you."
"Thanks," I said dejectedly.
Tristan gave her a big kiss and we left. He bragged the whole way home
about how he had gotten her to touch his penis. "Next time I think I can
talk her into a blow job," he said.
I didn't say anything. Mrs. Jones had obviously felt sorry for me and
sucked me off. Amber was too scared of my cock to even stay in the same
room with it. Mrs. Jones had lied to me. I was a freak.
Part 2
I had a great work ethic from growing up on a farm with stern parents
and when financial realities set in, I set out to look for a job.
Tristan being who he is, had gotten a job at a place on the boardwalk,
called Playland. It was one of those noisy places, filled with kids,
video games, and amusement rides. I got a job at a sub shop, flipping
burgers and grilling cheese steaks.
I kept to myself for a week, avoiding everyone whenever possible. I
immersed myself in my job and I liked it, except for one of the
waitresses who was a real bitch. She was one of the best looking girls,
I'd ever seen. I always stood meekly and took her constant bitching.
She would nag me over every mistake I made and I would just look down at
my feet and sneak peeks at her long tan legs.
There was a very nice waitress there named Sherrie. She had a nice figure and
was very friendly. I think she had a crush on me because she'd always
sneak peaks at me and would blush when I caught her. She had a cute
Southern accent and was pretty except her looks were over shadowed by
Tina.
The bitch’s name was Tina. My dad subscribed to Sports Illustrated and he
would always throw away the swimsuit issue. I would dig it out of the
trash to look at the girls. Tina reminded me of Tyra Banks in looks and
figure. She was a light skinned black girl with bright green eyes.
One day she came in wearing a bikini top and I thought I would blow my
load. Of course. my cock was always hard around her.
My stupid cock was hard now, as I walked home from working the late
shift. I let myself in to the house. It was dark and I almost didn't see
Mrs. Jones sitting there in the dark.
"I'm worried about you, Chad, she said flicking on a light. "I'm worried
you haven't gotten off in five days and might masturbate again."
She was wearing a robe and sitting there with her legs crossed. She was
right. I had never needed to cum as bad as I did right then. I was
addicted to cumming and there was no turning back. Still, though my cock
said yes, my mind said no. "I'm fine Mrs. Jones. You don't have to feel
sorry for me."
"I don't feel sorry for you. What's wrong Chad?"
"I know I'm a freak and your doing this out of pity."
"I told you you’re not a freak, you’re gifted. Why do you think you’re a
freak?"
I told her about Amber running away when she saw my penis. Mrs. Jones
face flushed and she seemed angry.
"So you didn't actually do anything with this girl?" she said. I shook
my head with shame and she continued. "Good. She's just young and
stupid. She doesn't' know a good thing when she sees it. Stay away from
her Chad, she's a tramp. I'll keep you satisfied."
I still didn't quite believe her, but at that moment she stood up and
removed her robe. She was wearing a lacy white bra and sheer panties.
They were so thin, I could see the dark patch between her legs and her
red nipples. This was the closest I had come to seeing her naked. I
wanted to say, "no," but my cock was doing all my thinking at the
moment.
I followed Mrs. Jones into her bedroom. She motioned me to be quiet and
pointed at the ceiling. I assumed Tristan was asleep upstairs.
She pushed me over towards the bed and she ran her hands under my shirt.
I shivered as her fingers felt along the ridges of my muscles and she
toyed with my nipples.
She crinkled her nose. My shirt stank from the grill and she raised it
up to my shoulders. She couldn't pull it off, since I was so tall, so I
helped her, throwing my shirt on the floor.
Mrs. Jones came into my arms and rubbed her lingerie clad body on mine.
She looked up at me expectantly and I leaned down, kissing her for the
first time. It was like our lips were glued together. She was a much
better kisser then Amber. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I
pushed mine back. Her lips never left mine as I felt her undoing my
pants.
My pants fell around my ankles and I felt her reach into my underwear.
We both moaned as her hand grabbed my cock and stroked it.
She broke our lip lock and stepped back. I could see her bosom heaving
and her nipples were rock hard, straining against her bra. She put her
hands on my chest and pushed me back. I fell down on her large bed and I
sat on the edge.
Mrs. Jones bent over and pulled my underwear all the way off. She then
kneeled between my legs and once again I felt a surge of power.
Mrs. Jones wrapped one hand around the thick shaft of my cock and pulled
it aside. She buried her nose in my crotch and took a big sniff. I
wanted to apologize as I hadn't showered and I had sweat all day at the
grill, but she seemed to like my smell.
She bent my cock down towards her mouth and she planted a loving kiss on
the tip. I moaned as she began licking around the head then up and down
the sides. She swallowed the head and I sighed as my cock entered her
warm, wet, mouth.
I felt the head hitting the back of her throat and then my cock entered
her throat and began sliding down. It was the best feeling of my life.
Her throat was tight and wet. She seemed to have difficulty at first,
but she soon developed a rhythm.
Last time, she had only sucked on about half of my cock, now she was
taking it all. I loved it, but I was worried she might quit doing this
for me. I was starting to last longer each time I was with her. It took
almost fifteen minutes before I started even getting close to cumming.
I lost control again and I grabbed her head, moving it rapidly up and
down my cock, while bucking my hips into her mouth. Her moans were
muffled by my cock as I used her mouth to get off.
The sperm shot up out of my balls and I bellowed loudly as I came in her
mouth. I shut up suddenly worried that I would wake up Tristan. My cum
seemed to catch Mrs. Jones by surprise and she struggled to pull away,
but I held her head over my cock.
My balls had built up as much sperm in the last few days as they had in
the entire four year period since my first orgasm. Mrs. Jones struggled
to swallow it all, but the amount overwhelmed her and dribbled down her
chin.
I released her and she fell back gasping. She opened her mouth to
breathe and more of my sperm poured out of her mouth, falling on her
breasts and soiling her bra.
She looked dazed as she stood up and went into her bathroom to clean up.
I continued to sit on the bed, my cock deflated to about eight inches
and it dangled over the side.
"I thought you would have gone back to your room," she said upon
returning. She was wiping around her chin with a towel.
"I wanted to return the favor," I said standing up. I grabbed her and
sat her down on the bed.
"You mean you want to eat me?" she asked. Her eyes had opened as wide as
saucers and suddenly her whole body seemed to shake with nervousness.
I kneeled between her legs and reached out and grabbed the waistband of
her little panties. She jumped when I yanked them off her. I pulled her
legs apart and stared at my first pussy. It glistened with moisture and
two vertical pink lips seemed to be opening and closing with desire. I
moved closer.
"Oh god," she cried when my breath hit her pussy. "I've always wanted to
do this. Mr. Jones won't kiss me down there." She jerked when I kissed
her pussy lips.
"C-Chad, that's my labia. Run your tongue up and down it." I followed
her instructions. She showed me her clit and it seemed to grow as I
teased it with my tongue. I was a fast learner and soon she couldn't
even talk to give me directions, but I didn't need them any more.
I liked eating her pussy, but I loved watching her body react to it. She
was panting and moaning. Her head was thrashing from side to side and
her whole body was writhing as she grabbed the covers of the bed until
her knuckles were white. I looked up her belly It was undulating wildly
as her hips rose to match the thrusts of my tongue. I felt as powerful
giving her pleasure as I did having her kneel between my legs, with my
cock in her mouth.
"P-put your finger in me," she gasped.
I slid one finger in her pussy and I quickly decided to make it two. I
continued to tongue her clit as I flexed my fingers in her pussy. Mrs.
Jones' legs suddenly wrapped around my head and squeezed. She looked
down her body and our eyes met. As she stared into my eyes, her pussy
suddenly clamped down on my fingers and she screamed in orgasm. At first
I was scared I had hurt her, but she just kept thanking me over and over
so I kept at it. It was like I had opened a flood gate. I didn't stop
eating her and she didn't stop cumming. I lost count after about six big
orgasms. Finally, it seemed she couldn't take any more and she grabbed
my head and pushed me back. I stood up between her legs grinning at the
look of awe on her face. My cock was rock hard again.
"Mr. Jones hasn't made me cum in twelve years, Chad," she said grabbing my
cock.
I suddenly felt sorry for her. This beautiful young woman, stuck with her lame
old husband.
She was pulling my cock towards her and bending it down towards her
pussy, which was gaping open between her spread legs. I stopped moving
forward out of fear of accidentally entering her and breaking one of the
lord's commandments. Mrs. Jones seemed to moan in frustration and she
looked like a mad woman as she looked at me. She began rapidly stroking
my cock so fast that I felt like cumming after ten minutes.
She saw how red and engorged my cock was and she pointed the head down
at her pussy. She was raising her pussy towards it as I came, but my
cock jerked and the first strand of semen fell from her belly button to
her breasts. The second hit just under her belly button, just before she
got it back under control and my third strand landed on her labia. Her
entire thigh and pussy area was covered in sperm by the time I quit
cumming.
I stepped back and looked at her as I pulled my shorts on. That moment
was, without a doubt, the best in my life so far. I watched my sperm
liquefying on her body and some started sliding down into her belly
button. "Mrs. Jones, you’re wasting my sperm."
She just nodded and brought her finger down to her abdomen, scooping up
a wad of my semen. She brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked my
sperm off.
"Thanks," I said, leaving the room. She was a good woman to keep me from
sinning like that.
**********
Mr. Jones came down for the Fourth of July weekend and stayed for a week.
Mrs. Jones seemed to glance at me longingly every time I saw her, which
wasn't much. The beach towns get mobbed for that week and both Tristan
and I were busy working.
The night of the Fourth, the fireworks were over and I was making my way
down the boardwalk on my way home. I decided to stop in Playland to see
Tristan. The noise assaulted me the moment I walked in there. The
clanging of the video machines, the screaming kids, and all the other
chatter was overwhelming. I had no idea how Tristan could work there all
day long.
I wasn't paying much attention where I was going and the next thing I
knew I had bumped into someone. "Sorry," I said, looking down into
Amber's surprised face.
"Chad," she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you."
We stood silently looking at each other. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry
about the other night. I've just never seen...I just...Your horse cock
just scared me, ok."
"I understand," I replied. "It's a shame though. I was really looking
forward to eating your pussy. I'm quite good at it."
"Chad!" she said blushing then added, "Liar. You told me you've never
done it before."
I said nothing and we stared at each other awkwardly for a few moments.
"Listen," she said. "My date is getting change and will be back soon.
Why don't you meet me back at our place later and I show you how to make
a woman happy. If your lucky I might even jack you off, but don't expect
anything more."
We were interrupted by her date coming back. I nodded at him and left.
Tristan was working the dart game and I saw Mary waiting for him to get
off. She saw me and straightened up. I saw her eyes flicker quickly
towards my crotch. Amber must have said something to her about the other
night. She recovered quickly and smiled at me.
I looked Mary over once myself. She was a fox. Amber had small breasts,
but Mary's were big and firm. She was wearing a tight half shirt that
showed off her large bosom and left her thin waist bare. Mary had a sexy
pierced belly button. She had on a short mini skirt that showed off her
lean legs and her cute feet were wearing a nice pair of sandals. Mary
had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was almost as sexy as Mrs. Jones.
Tristan was completely smitten with her.
I chatted with Mary for a few minutes. She seemed surprised when I told
her I was meeting Amber back at their cottage. She excused herself and
said she would see us at the cottage later. I think she left early to
claim the bedroom for her and Tristan, sticking me and Amber with the
porch again, but it didn't matter to me. I just needed to get off. It
had been seven days since my night with Mrs. Jones and I was going crazy
from all the sperm that was building up in my balls.
Tristan got off work shortly afterwards and we headed down the boardwalk
to the girl’s house.
"Don't fall for Amber," Tristan warned. "She's a tease and will break
your heart."
"I understand," I replied. "How are things with you and Mary?"
He got a stupid grin on his face at the mention of her name. "Great
buddy. I've never felt this way about a girl before."
"How far have you two gone?"
His smile faded for a second. "She's let me play with her big tits.
She'll jerk me off, but won't put her mouth anywhere near my penis. She's
still a virgin. You'll screw Amber before I get Mary.
That was when I started thinking about sex. I had thought of sex as
taboo, but now I wasn't so sure. If I slept with Tristan's mom, it would
be adultery, but Amber wasn't married. Sex with her would be wrong, but
not a sin. Anyway, all this thought about sex had my dick hard and I
quit thinking about it less walking became difficult.
We arrived at Mary's cottage and Tristan kissed her and winked at me as
he went inside. I sat on the porch and waited for Amber to get home.
She arrived a short time latter. I sat in the dark and watched her get
rid of her date. He clearly seemed pissed off, like he wanted to come
inside. She just let him kiss her on the cheek and left him standing
there.
She smiled at me when she came into the porch. "Now where were we?" she
said.
"You were in my arms kissing me and feeling around in my pants."
"Like this," she said sitting next to me and kissing me.
We kissed for several minutes pausing only to lift my shirt off over my
head. She was wearing a tank top and I ran my hands up under her shirt
caressing her braless breasts. They were small, but smooth. Her nipples
were long and rock hard. She moaned as I pinched them.
Amber was shivering and her hand was shaking as once again she reached
out to unbutton my shorts. I stopped her long enough to pull her top off
over her head, leaving her nude, but for a short skirt and her sandals.
Hers were the first nipples I had seen bare. Mrs. Jones had always worn a
bra or bikini top. Amber had almost no areola, but her nipples were
long and thick. I decided I liked bigger breasts better, but Amber’s were
still nice.
She managed to get my cock out and she started stroking it as she kissed
me. Her kisses were nice, but lame and I started shoving my tongue
between her lips. She struggled to back away, but I grabbed the back of
her head, holding her mouth on mine. Soon she was tonguing me back as
passionately as I was doing her and I let go of her head. Her hands had
also started moving faster up and down my cock.
She broke away from our lip lock and looked at me gasping for air. She
smiled at me then knelt down between my legs. "You have the biggest cock
I've ever seen in my life," she said examining it.
Just how many has she seen? I wondered.
She ran her fingers all over my cock and balls. "Chad," she said staring
at it. "It's absolutely beautiful." This caused my cock to swell up even
more. She squeezed the tip of my cock. "The head is almost as big as my
fist," she said holding her fist up next to it in comparison. Amber was
a very dainty girl and she made everything look large. I felt like a
giant standing beside her on the boardwalk.
"Why don't you kiss it?" I asked.
"Ok," she said meekly and she leaned forward. She closed her eyes and
kissed the tip of my cock. It looked even bigger next to her small head.
She pulled away and began stroking it again. I gently put my hand around
the back of her head and said, "Kiss it again this time slip it some
tongue," as I pulled her head forwards towards my cock.
She didn't resist and this time she French kissed the head of my cock.
Her tongue flickered out and ran all over the head.
At that moment Tristan knocked on the door and yelled, "Can I come out?"
"Not yet," I yelled back. Amber was so absorbed with licking the head of my cock that I don't even
think she heard him. "Suck on it Amber," I told her.
She pulled back and looked at me seeming to think about it for a moment.
"Cum in my mouth and I will kill you. Understand?"
I nodded and pulled her head forward again.
I have to give her credit, she tried. She slurped on my cock lovingly
and she clearly enjoyed herself, but she could never get more then half
in her mouth. Her body just wasn't built for it.
"Are you close?" she said, pausing to catch her breath after about ten
minutes.
"Nope," I said, remembering the good old days when I would have cum
after the first couple of sucks. "Keep sucking."
She sucked on my cock for another ten minutes until Tristan pounded on
the door again. "Are you done yet?"
"NO!" I yelled back.
"Well hurry up," he yelled.
Amber had quit sucking me and said, "Alright my turn."
"I haven't cum yet."
"You'll lose interest in me when you do."
"No I won't," I said grabbing her head and pulling her back towards my
crotch. My cock head poked at her lips a couple times before she opened
her mouth and took it back inside.
I had been getting close when she had stopped and my balls were aching.
I held her head and pulled it up and down my cock for about five
minutes. I felt the sperm churning in my balls as I fucked her face. My
cock swelled up and she struggled to get it out of her mouth, but I
wouldn't let go. I held her still and my cum erupted in her mouth,
filling it quickly and squirting out the sides.
It was my best orgasm yet as I had built up a lot of sperm over the last
week. Amber finally had to swallow in order to breath through her nose.
Once she had swallowed, she quit struggling and swallowed some more,
willingly this time.
Finally, she backed off and a last blast of sperm flew from my cock and
splattered on her breasts. "Jerk," she said and more sperm dribbled out
of her mouth as she spoke. I could see semen stretching between her lips
as she spoke. She couldn't even close her mouth all the way after
sucking me off. Her mouth was too sore.
"It's a sin to waste semen," I said and I pulled her to her feet and sat
her on the love seat. I kneeled between her legs and pulled her panties
off under her skirt.
I looked up at her and saw her tongue flick out and lap up some of the
sperm on her lips. She liked the taste after all. She saw me staring and
said, "Ok, now I'll tell you what to do."
I didn't wait for her instructions. I literally attacked her pussy and
used every thing I had learned from Mrs. Jones. No more words left her
lips just whimpers and moans. Soon she was thrusting her pussy into my
mouth and her hands were gripping the cushions tightly. She had a series
of small orgasms from my teasing her clit and a couple more as I
nibbled her labia.
I moved the skirt out of my eyes, so that I could look up at her as I
slid my fingers into her. She started bucking like crazy and I knew she
was about to have a big orgasm. Tristan knocked on the door again as I
ate her, but I wasn't about to stop to answer him. I just kept eating
and fingering her pussy.
I saw the curtain in the house move aside and Tristan and Mary's face
framed in the window as they stared out at us. Their expressions turned
from a look of anger to one of shock at what they saw.
Amber let out a loud piercing scream as she came. Her back was arched
and her nipples were pointed at the sky. Of me, all they could see was
my head between her legs. I saw the curtain quickly close.
I stood and looked at Amber. She seemed to have passed out from the
orgasm. I pulled on my shorts and yanked Amber to her feet as I knocked
on the door.
Tristan opened it and Amber shuffled into the room like she was in a
daze. His and Mary's eyes flickered to her bare breasts and I realized
it was still covered in my sperm as was her chin.
Mary gasped when she saw her roommate and her eyes flickered over to my
bare chest and down to my crotch once again, before turning to help
Amber to the bathroom.
Tristan came out and I pulled my shirt on as we left. He didn't say a
word to me until we got home. When we got to his room and laid down in
our beds he said, "You know. I hope Mary lets me do that to her soon."
Tristan told me later that she had jerked him off He had cum after only
a few strokes and was ready to go by the time Amber came home. He had
only been alone with Mary for five minutes and I felt rude for making
him wait another hour.
Part 3
The next day, Mr. Jones was loading his car to head home. He looked
pissed. The Fourth of July had fallen on a Wednesday and Mr. Jones had to
drive all the way to Massachusetts to work one day and then drive back
to the beach house. He asked if I would dig a flower bed for his wife. I,
of course, said yes. Mrs. Jones came out to kiss her husband goodbye.
Oddly, I felt somewhat superior when I saw him kissing the lips that had
been wrapped around my cock just a week before.
I striped down to my shorts and I was digging his flower bed when he
pulled out of the driveway. Tristan was off with Mary. Mr. Jones had been
gone less then five minutes when Mrs. Jones came out by the pool in one
of the skimpiest string bikini's I had ever seen. It was white and the
cups were so small they barely covered her can-sized nipples. If she had
worn that tiny thing to the beach she would have been arrested
She must have wanted to make sure I did a good job because she stared at
my chest the whole time I was digging in the yard.
As I was finishing up, Mrs. Jones jumped in the pool. She climbed out by
me and my tongue must have hit the floor. The bikini was completely
see-thru when wet. It was the closest I had come to seeing her
completely naked. She arched her back thrusting her breasts out and
shook the water out of her long blonde hair. I was instantly erect.
"Oh dear," she said spying my erection. "We're going have to take care
of that monster aren't we?"
I followed her into the house. She came into my arms as soon as we were
safe from prying eyes. We kissed passionately.
Mrs. Jones pulled back and her bikini fell to the floor. "Chad you
naughty boy."
"I didn't untie it, Mrs. Jones. I swear," I said staring at her incredible
body, totally nude for the first time. No more teasing glimpses under
bikinis and lingerie.
"No harm done," she said obviously enjoying my awe of her body."
She kneeled and pulled my shorts down planting a quick kiss on my cock
when it was freed. We were interrupted by the phone ringing.
She looked pissed, but she stood and answered it. "What?" she said into
the speaker. Her eyes flickered back to me and she said, "Sorry he's not here," and
then she hung up the phone. "Someone for Tristan," she said returning to
me.
Mrs. Jones returned her mouth to my cock and soon her head was bobbing up
and down. She had almost brought me off before she stood and lead me to
her bedroom.
I laid down on my back on the bed and Mrs. Jones laid down beside me and
went back to sucking my cock. I just laid back with a dumb grin on my face
and enjoyed the sensations. I looked around and found myself staring at
a picture of Mr. Jones. For some reason I snickered at the thought of the
old prude's inferior penis. The way women were responding to my cock was
really starting to go to my head and I vowed to try to be more humble.
Next to the picture of Mr. Jones was one of Tristan as a young teenager,
grinning at me with his devilish grin. I felt a twinge of guilt, but I
pictured him changing into his bathing suit and the memory of his little
penis made me feel smug and superior again.
Mrs. Jones took a break from sucking my cock. Even I had never seen it
look so big or blood engorged. The whole thing was a purplish color and
the big veins along its length were bulging. Luckily, she took my mind
off my need to cum by shoving her pussy into my mouth.
She sat on my face as I tongued her, I enjoyed the view looking up the
narrow strip of pubic hair, past her undulating belly, and at her big
breasts bouncing as she writhed around on my tongue. She came about
every fifth bounce.
Mrs. Jones taught me several new things that day. When she was through
sitting on my face she turned around and I found myself staring between
the crack of her butt cheeks at her cute little rosebud. I then felt her
lips back on my cock.
I liked this position because we could both satisfy each other at the
same time. She told me later it was called sixty-nine. Each time she
would bob her head she would grind her pussy into my mouth. Mrs. Jones
took my entire cock in her mouth, deep throating me seemed to be getting
easier for her the more we did it..
After several minutes I felt my cock explode in her mouth. I bellowed
into her pussy as I came. The way she had brought me close to cumming
several times made this orgasm feel even better. I came buckets. I think
the size of my load even took Mrs. Jones by surprise. I know, because
when she turned to look at me, my sperm covered her face and hair and
she had already gulped several mouthfuls.
Mrs. Jones left to clean herself up. When she came back she said, "Chad,
you must be sore from all that digging. Why don't you turn over and I'll
give you a back rub."
The thought of a sexy nude woman rubbing my back had my cock stirring
again. I wasn't about to say no.
I laid there contentedly while Mrs. Jones rubbed my back. She straddled
my legs and rubbed my lower back. She began moving her body up further
along my legs as she kneaded the muscles on my back, working her way to
my shoulders. I got hard again when I felt her pubic hairs tickling my
butt cheeks.
"Roll over and I'll do your chest," whispered Mrs. Jones in my ear.
She raised her body up and I rolled over. I could feel her pussy hairs
on my testicles and her big boobs were dangling just before my face. My
cock jumped up with excitement.
It extends just past my navel when I'm hard and Mrs. Jones lifted my cock
up to rub my abs. She let go of it and worked her way up my chest. As
she did so her pussy slid over my balls to the base of my cock and up
towards the head. It was wet and seemed to radiate warmth. She moaned as
she massaged my pecs, sliding her pussy up and down the length of my
rod.
I was finding it difficult to think clearly as all the blood in my head
rushed down towards my cock. I wanted to fuck this sexy woman more then
I wanted anything else in the world. The feeling of her warm pussy
rubbing my cock was driving me insane. I knew if I didn't put a stop to
it now, I'd break one of the lord's commandments. "Mrs. Jones please
stop," I moaned through clenched teeth.
"Just let me rub the back of your neck, then I'll quit," she replied. I
noticed she was breathing heavily and her nipples were jutting out.
I'll never forget that moment for the rest of my life. As she leaned up
to rub my neck, her pussy slid over the head of my cock and I felt the
head swallowed by her lips.
Her pussy was hot and wet and it gripped the head of my cock like a
vice. I was filled with a deep sense of belonging. I tried to pull out,
but she gripped tighter with her legs holding me in.
"Mrs. Jones," I cried, "aren't we committing adultery?"
"Only if you cum inside me Chad," she said.
I opened my mouth to protest, but she shoved one of her nipples into my
mouth. The teasing glimpses I had of her nipples previously had me
dreaming of them and today not only had I gotten to see them, but I was
sucking on them. I shut up and concentrated on her big breasts. I sucked
on her nipples like she sucked on my cock. My tongue teased the tips and
licked around her little rods.
Suddenly, her nipples were pulled from my mouth and Mrs. Jones arched her
back. Her fingernails dug into my chest as she screamed in orgasm. She
shuddered and collapsed on me.
"You’re incredible Chad," she mumbled, "Just the head of your giant cock
can make me cum."
As she said this, she was pushing down, taking more in. "So thick," she
said. Mrs. Jones stopped at five inches. "This is as much as my husband
can give me," she said just before cumming as she slid another inch in. "Fuck me
Chad," she screamed, "Fuck me with your big cock."
I did.
Mrs. Jones began bouncing up and down on my cock thrashing wildly
and I was bucking my hips every time she slid down. More of my cock was
sliding in with each thrust until about nine inches was swallowed by her
pussy. I wanted to feel my entire cock buried in her snug pussy, but I
couldn't get it in any deeper. Anyway, I knew I wasn't about to last
much longer.
I wanted it to last forever, but her pussy was just too tight and too
hot. The walls of her vagina seemed to squeeze around my cock milking my
cum from my balls. Our entire fuck session probably only lasted ten
minutes. "Mrs. Jones," I screamed, "I'm cumming get off."
She must not have heard me because she just continued to bounce up and
down my cock. Luckily, I managed to lift her up, and yank it out just in time. She
whimpered as I came all over my stomach. Some strands of sperm flying
all the way up to my chest.
I was mad because she had almost caused us to sin and lest my sperm be
wasted, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth down to my
stomach. She did a good job licking up my sperm, even going so far as to
lick a glob out of my belly button.
Mrs. Jones got off me and stood up. She had a dreamy, far off look on her
face. She came out of her daze when the phone rang. "No, he's still not
here," she said into the receiver before hanging up.
I headed out to the pool to cool off and practice swimming.
Tristan came home that night beaming. He had taken Mary's virginity. She
had asked him to eat her and she had gotten so turned on, she had pulled
him into her. He was upset that she still hadn't sucked his cock though.
**********
The next day, Mrs. Jones pulled me into her bedroom. "Come on Chad," she
said taking her robe off, "Lets fuck again before my husband gets here."
I knew what we were doing was wrong, but the sight of her nude body was
too much to bear. I stripped and we jumped onto her bed.
Just like yesterday, I ate her pussy and she sucked me off until I came.
I liked cumming once in her mouth because I always seemed to last longer
the second time and if she didn't mind, I wanted to fuck her for hours.
As my cum poured into her mouth, I looked over at the picture of Mr.
Jones again. This time I didn't feel guilty, instead I thought, "he
can't give her what I can. fuck him."
I was lasting longer each time we got together. It took me close to half
an hour to cum in her mouth that time. I repaid the favor by kissing and
eating her pussy for a half hour. She came countless times before
pulling me up onto her.
She guided my cock into her pussy. I began working a little bit in at a
time. Her hot body was completely engulfed by my large torso. This time
I was in control. This was how it should be.
"Fuck me Chad, fuck me," she said weakly. I could barely hear her as her
head was buried in my chest. "Fuck me with your big cock."
I fucked her for forty-five minutes. She moaned, screamed, panted,
sighed, and begged as I experimented with various speeds and styles of
fucking her. She liked every one. She took another inch this time and
sometimes I fucked her with all ten inches, slow, fast, or sometimes I
kept most of it in her pussy moving it around just an inch or so.
Mrs. Jones had about a dozen orgasms as I fucked her. She was nearing
another big one when I felt myself getting close. She was really into
it. Her hips were rising to match my thrusts and she was squealing each
time she took ten inches of my cock all the way in. "Mrs. Jones, I'm
close. I have to pull out."
I began to withdraw my dick, but Mrs. Jones had other ideas. Her legs
wrapped tightly around my butt and her pussy seemed to grip my cock
holding it in. I could have broken free, but there wasn't time. Instead,
I reversed course and slammed my cock into her as I came.
My cum sprayed places in her pussy, so deep her wimp husband could
never touch. I felt like I was claiming a prize as I filled her with my
cum.
Mrs. Jones screamed as she came. I was thankful Tristan wasn't home or he
would have heard her even upstairs or by the pool, she was so loud.
I pulled my shrinking cock from her pussy. It was soaked with our
juices. A long strand of cum dangled from the tip to her labia. She was
half comatose from the strength of her orgasm, so I just wiped off my
cock on her pubic hair.
I looked down at her pussy. Her legs were spread wide. The first time I
had seen her pussy it was beautiful, now it was a gaping sperm filled
hole. More of my sperm slowly slid out of her pussy like it was
reluctant to leave. A cold chill ran up my spine. What had we done? We
had committed adultery and it had felt great, but I was immediately
overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. I ran from the room.
I avoided everyone that weekend. Luckily, I had to work a lot and it
took my mind of my crises of conscience. My coworkers could tell
something was bothering me and Sherrie asked if I wanted to talk about
it. I politely declined. She was a nice, decent girl and for the first
time, I noticed how cute she was. The way her shoulder length red hair
framed her freckle covered face gave her a sweet innocent look. I
thought that if I ever felt better, I might ask her out.
Tina, on the other hand, knew I was upset about something but continued
to bitch at me every chance she got.
Sunday, the sick feeling in my stomach deepened. The Jones family and I
went to church together and the sermon was on "the sins of the flesh." I
was horrified and I broke out in a cold sweat. I looked down past
Tristan and Mr. Jones at Mrs. Jones. It didn't seemed to bother her at
all. She seemed bored by the sermon. She caught my glance and winked at
me. Our mortal souls were in peril and she winked at me! I felt like I
was going to vomit.
Part 4
Monday, I had off work. Tristan was going home for a week with his dad
and they left early in the morning. Mrs. Jones walked into my room naked
as soon as they were gone. My face turned pale with fright, but my cock
immediately started growing.
"No Mrs. Jones we can't do this any more."
She looked surprised. "Why not Chad?" she said grabbing her own nipples
and toying with them, "Don't you want me?"
I wanted her right then more then anything in the world, but I fought
it. "No Mrs. Jones. We're sinning. We need to confess. Didn't you listen
to the sermon yesterday?"
She frowned like she couldn't remember anything the priest had said. I
think she also noticed how adamant I looked. "I'll talk to the priest
about what we're doing," she said leaving.
I immediately pulled down my shorts and looked at my blood engorged
cock. I felt suddenly scared of my own penis. The urge to cum was
growing as strong as my conscience.
I wasn't sure if I could have held out another minute, especially all
the way to the end of the summer. Oh my god! I thought, I'm alone with
her until the end of the week.
I needed to cool off, so I threw on my bathing suit and fled downstairs.
I swore I could hear Mrs. Jones moaning in her room, her voice softly
calling my name. My face turned red and I could hear my heart beating in
my ears. I stopped and turned towards her door, reaching for the knob. I
needed to cum so badly.
I was saved by the phone ringing. It brought me out of my trance and I
ran to the kitchen to grab it. It was Mary.
"Hi Chad," she said on the other end of the line. Amber and I are going
to the beach and wanted to know if you wanted to tag along."
That was just what I needed, I thought to get me out of this house.
"Sure I'd love to," I replied.
"Good, meet us in a couple minutes, and Chad, Amber wants to know if
everything is all right between you two."
"Of course it is. Why?" I asked. I thought I heard Amber sigh with
relief on the other end, like she was listening in.
"She called you all weekend and you never called back."
"That's odd. I never got any messages. Tell her I'm sorry it's just a
misunderstanding." We finished talking and I ran out the door lest my
cock got the better of me again.
I met them on the beach a little later and helped the girls carry their
things down near the water.
Amber was wearing a bikini top and some really short shorts again. She
wiggled out of her jeans. We talked for a few minutes and I apologized
again. Then I didn't hear anything she said as the blood was rushing in
my ears again.
Mary had been wearing a large T-shirt that almost reached her knees. As
I talked to Amber, she arched her back and slowly pulled the shirt up
over her body. She was wearing a skimpy string bikini almost as small as
the one Mrs. Jones liked to wear around the pool. The only difference was
Mary's wasn't a thong, but then, that kind of suit was illegal in
public.
If Mrs. Jones was perfection, Mary was the next best thing. She had large
perfectly rounded breasts with large prominent nipples, Her whole body
was a golden tan. Her pierced navel was the sexiest thing I had ever
seen and it drove me crazy. Tristan was a lucky guy to be with such a
beautiful girl and I was happy for him, though she probably needed a man
sized cock to satisfy her. He had taken her virginity, but she still
hadn't been fucked by real dick yet. My cock was hard and I shook my
head to clear it of these evil thoughts.
I think Amber noticed me staring at Mary and she pulled me down near the
water. Amber gave Mary a disgusted look as we passed her. Mary just
smiled at me.
Amber and I walked along the beach holding hands. I'd never had so many
women stare at me before. I was still using Tristan's bathing suit and
it was too small. My cock had it bulging out obscenely. Amber seemed
happy to be walking along next to me.
I looked down at her little body. I needed to get off. It wasn't
adultery with her. We made a date for that night and walked back to our
chairs.
Mary was reading a book when we got back. Amber sat down in her chair
and I excused myself for a swim. The ocean was calm that day and I was
starting to gain confidence in my swimming. The cold water finally
deflated my cock and I felt a lot better when I returned to the girls.
We sunned ourselves for a little while. My skin was turning bronzed from
the sun and I thought the tan made me look really good. I tried not to
think of Mrs. Jones or Amber so I just closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
Amber excused herself to go get a soda and asked if we wanted anything.
We said, "no" and she headed up to the boardwalk. I heard Mary's book
slam closed when Amber was gone.
"Chad," she asked. I opened my eyes. "What do you think of my new
bikini?"
I looked at her. Her chair was facing me and I could see her entire
firm, young body. She was sensuously rubbing sun tan lotion onto the
exposed part of her big breasts. "I l-like it," I stuttered out, feeling
my cock growing again.
"Thanks," she said. "Tristan hasn't even seen me in it."
Her hands were now rubbing around her belly button and I could swear her
eyes were flickering down towards my crotch. I started getting nasty
thoughts about my friend’s girlfriend again and as it was getting late, I
decided discretion was the better part of valor, so I excused myself.
"Tell Amber I'll see her tonight," I said waving bye.
My cock was still hard as I walked through the fence out by the pool at
Tristan's house. His mom was sitting by the pool drinking some kind of
mixed drink and wearing her skimpy string bikini. I tried to avoid her,
but she followed me inside.
"Chad, I spoke with the priest today."
Here it comes I thought, eternal damnation. "What did he say?"
He said that I'm the one sinning and I'm the adulterer. You've done
nothing wrong."
I sighed with relief.
"He also said that you're to keep fucking me," she said untying her
bikini top.
"I don't believe you," I responded staring at her beautiful breasts.
"It's true Chad." She untied her bottoms and stood before me naked. "I
told him that if I couldn't fuck you I'd divorce my husband and that is
a far bigger sin in god's eyes. He said that you're not to fall in love
with me because I am like the great whore of Babylon and you should
treat me like a slut."
In retrospect it was a mistake coming back here with my cock hard. I
should have hopped back into the ocean or even performed the sin of
masturbation this morning. I knew that her story seemed fishy. Her car
was in the exact same place it had been this morning and I doubted a
priest would let her confess on a phone. She was right about one thing
though, she was the one committing adultery, not me.
Anyway, I snapped. That was the day my cock began to rule my life. The
desire to get off and fuck women superseded everything else in my life
including my morality. I never looked back.
I had been half in love with her before that day, but now I saw her as
the whore she was. I don't know what came over me, but I pushed her into
her bedroom and threw her down on the bed on all fours. I was going to
fuck her from behind like an animal. I pulled my shorts down and pointed
my foot long cock at her pussy. Her pussy was glistening with desire.
"Hurry up and fuck me, Chad."
"I'm going to fuck you like the slut-bitch you are," I said looking at
her ass up thrust off the bed before me.
"Fuck the sins out of me."
I pointed the head of my cock at her labia. It seemed to quiver with
desire for me. I worked the head up and down her slit, lubricating it
with her juices. When it seemed wet enough, I pushed it in, watching as
her pussy lips swallowed my cock. I began pushing more in with each
thrust of my hips.
"I'm a whore for your big cock, Chad," she screamed pushing her hips back
to push more in.
In the old testament women who committed adultery were stoned to death.
Nowadays, I just spank them. Mrs. Jones became the first. I pulled all but the head of my cock out of
her pussy and I looked down at her smooth, round ass. It was a pale
white compared to the well tanned rest of her body. I brought my hand
down hard on her left cheek, punishing her for her infidelity.
SMACK, she jumped in surprise, pushing half my cock back into her pussy.
SMACK, I spanked her right cheek after pulling my cock almost all the
way out again.
I looked down at her head. She was crying, and she was biting her
knuckle to keep from crying out. She pulled her fist away from her mouth
and said, "Please Chad, spank me some more. I deserve it."
I spanked both her cheeks five more times and she came around my cock on
the last one. Then I got down to some serious fucking. I pushed about ten inches into
her and began fucking her hard. I looked down at her ass cheeks, red and
raw from her spanking. I put my hands on them and pulled them apart,
looking down at her cute little ass hole.
I began toying around it with my thumb and she came again as I massaged
the opening. I positioned my thumb on the opening and pressed down as I
pulled my entire cock out of her pussy and held it at the opening of her
lips.
She cried out in pleasure as my thumb entered her ass, but her cries of
pleasure turned to a yelp of pain as I slammed my entire cock into her
pussy.
She struggled to get away from my dick, but I just held her still with
my twelve inch cock buried in her pussy and my thumb stuck in her ass.
Unfortunately, my frustration from earlier in the day and the excitement
of feeling my entire cock in her pussy for the first time caused my dick
to spasm and I blew my load deep inside her, long before I was ready to
quit fucking her.
She had another big orgasm when I came and I think she moaned in relief
when my cock started shrinking, but I wasn't done yet.
She struggled to get my thumb out of her ass and my cock out of her
pussy, but I just stayed in the exact same position as when I had cum.
My cock quickly reversed course and began growing again. I felt filled
with a feeling of power dominating this woman that I had never imagined
possible.
She moaned as my cock grew to fill her pussy again. It had stretched out
to accommodate me and was looser.
"God I love your cock," she moaned.
"So much you'd divorce your husband."
"Yes Chad, god yes," she cried. "He can't satisfy me like you can."
"It's not my fault you're a whore and your husband has a noodle for a
penis," I said haughtily.
"I'll always be a whore for your cock, Chad," she said.
And that being said, I fucked her for close to an hour. I slammed my
thumb in and out of her ass in conjunction with my cock and I have no
idea how many times the slut came. More that day then she ever had in
her life, probably.
I came in her pussy again, but since I had never baptized her ass with
my sperm, I pulled my cock out still shooting and hosed between her
cheeks. I held her cheeks apart and watched as my sperm slowly slid down
her crack into her open sphincter.
I left her lying like that in bed, face down, ass up, and I went to take
a shower. She was still lying like that when I left on my date with
Amber.
**********
Amber let me inside her house when I arrived. Mary was out. She smiled
and told me she needed a few more minutes to get ready. I looked at her
ass as she walked over to their small bathroom. Amber was wearing her
too short shorts and had high heeled sandals on. Her belly was bare and
I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Amber was a slut and she
should be treated like a slut.
I turned and locked the door. I started stripping and I could see her
putting make up on in the mirror. My cock was hard in anticipation.
Amber finished and came out of the bathroom. "So where are we going
to....."
"We're staying in tonight," I told her. She didn't argue.
I took her in my arms. Her entire body was engulfed by mine as I bent
down and kissed her passionately. My hands unbuttoned her shorts and I
slid them down over her hips.
Soon she was as naked as I was and I sat down on her bed pulling her
between my legs. I pushed her down and guided her head to my cock. Now
that she knew what I could do to her after sucking me off, she attacked
my cock.
Amber swallowed my big knob and teased it with her tongue. She started
sucking more in and she managed to swallow eight inches. I wanted to cum
in her pussy this time and I was just using her mouth to lubricate my
shaft. When I felt I was well juiced, I pulled her head off my cock.
"You haven't cum yet," Amber said trying to put her lips back around my
cock.
I didn't say anything, I just picked her up and sat her on the bed. She
parted her legs in anticipation as I knelt between them. I attacked her
pussy with my mouth. I was just trying to lubricate her and I didn't
care if she came or not, but she had a couple small orgasms as I ate
her.
When I thought she was ready, I stood up and looked at her. She was
panting heavily and she had a stupid grin on her face. I leaned down and
pointed my cock at her pussy. She looked frightened as she looked at it,
but she said, "Put it in, but please, take it slow."
I grinned as I claimed my second pussy. I moved my cock head around her
labia and for the first time I realized how much smaller her pussy was
then Mrs. Jones'. It was like I was fucking a midget, I thought as I
pushed the knob in.
"Ow," she cried jumping a little as the head entered her. "You’re so
fucking thick."
This was going to take a while, but I wasn't in a hurry. I let her pussy
stretch around my cock head and then I slowly started moving the head in
and out of her pussy. She started raising her hips and moving them
around on my knob, so I pushed in another inch. It took her about five
minutes to get used to that one, before I pushed in another.
And so it went, inch by inch. It took thirty minutes to get half my cock
in her pussy. I grabbed her head and held her eyes locked to mine as I
began fucking her with half my cock. She had a huge orgasm as are eyes
met.
I tried to push more in, but she would just grimace with pain with each
attempt until I gave up. Her body just wasn't built for big cock. I had
to satisfy myself by fucking her with only half my cock.
I put my hands under Amber's ass cheeks and lifted her up. Her weight
was nothing to my strong arms and I lifted her up and down my cock
rapidly. Her arms were around my back and I felt her nails digging into
me as she came, her legs flailing around my waist.
I carried Amber over to the wall and braced her against it as I fucked
her. She came constantly screaming with each orgasm. Her juices were
flowing down the six inches of my cock stuck outside of her pussy until
my balls were soaked.
"Do you like my cock?" I whispered in her ear.
"I love it Chad. I've never been fucked like this."
"You’re a slut for my cock Amber."
She hesitated at first then said, "Yes, god yes Chad. I'm your slut."
As she said that I came, grunting as I did. My sperm didn't have any
place to go in her tight little pussy, so it just spurted out the sides
around my cock. Unfortunately, I got more on myself then on her.
I carried Amber over to the bed and I dropped her on it. I pulled out
and looked around for something to clean the sperm off my legs and
crotch. I grabbed her half-shirt off the floor and wiped up my sperm
with it, before throwing it back down.
I looked over at Amber. Her make up was smeared and her hair was a mess.
Her legs were splayed out and she seemed to be having difficulty closing
them. Her pretty little pussy was now a gaping sperm filled hole.
She looked up at me as I began putting my clothes on. "Chad, I love
you."
"Thanks," I said before leaving.
I bumped into Mary on my way out. We exchanged greetings and I heard her
gasp as she saw Amber lying there on the bed, her legs open.
**********
When I got home, I didn't even bother going to my room. With Tristan
gone I would be sleeping in Mrs. Jones' bed that week.
I turned the light on in her room. Mrs. Jones was lying on the covers of
the bed. She was sleeping naked and her ass was still thrust up a
little. The fucking slut hadn't even cleaned herself up, I thought,
noticing the dried sperm still between her ass cheeks.
I decided she needed to be fucked again. I stripped off my clothes and pointed my
cock at her. It hung limply over my hand. I shook it and it only swelled
a little. A wave of fear shot through my body. Had I broken something?
Was what I was doing wrong and god was punishing me? Maybe, my powers
were limited? I had already cum three times that day, once a little less then
thirty minutes ago. I could be approaching the limits of my endurance,
but I wasn't about to give up yet.
I decided to use this as a sign. If god didn't want me fucking sluts he
wouldn't make my cock hard. If what I was doing was right, my dick would
get hard and I would fuck all the sluts I wanted. I knew which one I was
routing for and I prayed he was on my side.
I lifted her head and put her lips on my cock. She sleepily opened her
mouth and sucked the head in. Her hot mouth rejuvenated my cock a
little, but it was still soft and floppy. I felt panicky. I wasn't ready
to stop conquering women.
I saw dried sperm on the shaft and I smirked as the slut cleaned both my
and Amber's juices of my cock. It started growing at that thought,
becoming fully erect. I thanked god.
"Time to fuck you again," I said. She lazily rolled over on her back and
I yelled, "Like a dog bitch. On your knees like a dog."
She jumped and rolled over obeying me. I crawled on the bed and kneeled
behind her for the second time that day. I placed the head of my cock
against her labia and she jerked her body away. "Watch it Chad, I'm sore
down there."
I tried again several times, unsuccessfully. I looked down at my cock. I
couldn't let an erection go to waste. I moved my gaze from my cock to
her ass. Her cute little asshole stared back at me.
I had never thought about fucking someone in the ass before, but as I
looked down at her sphincter, I knew it was virgin territory and I
should claim it for my own.
I got off the bed and grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion off her bureau. I
returned to my position behind her and poured a dollop of lotion on my
finger. I began gently massaging the lotion onto her rosebud, slowly
moving my fingers in circles to stimulate it. I poured more in as I
pushed the tip of my finger inside her ass. It was still stretched a
little from my thumb-fucking earlier and she seemed to enjoy the feeling
as she moaned into the pillow.
The smell of coconuts assaulted my nose as I poured more lotion onto my
middle and index fingers. I pushed them in, feeling her tight hole
squeezing my fingers.
You're going to fuck my ass, aren't you Chad?" she asked sleepily.
"Yes I am. Do you object?"
"No. My body belongs to you."
"Good," I said trying to stretch my fingers out in her rectum. I poured
some lotion down between them.
I thought she was as lubricated as she was going to get, so I pulled my
fingers out. I watched as her little brown hole closed back up after my
fingers left. It glistened with lotion. I poured a large amount of lotion along
the length of my cock and I began oiling it up, until it too was soaked. I then
pushed my cock head down, placing it next to her asshole.
I looked over at the pictures of Mr. Jones and Tristan. They were angled
away from me. I grabbed the picture of Mr. Jones and faced it towards my
cock. I wanted him to see what I was doing to his wife. The image in the
picture looked down at her ass, a stern, disapproving look perpetually
frozen on his face. I grabbed the picture of Tristan on the table and
faced it down, so that my friend wouldn't have to see what I was doing
to his mother. Then I shrugged and set him back up next to his dad.
Tristan might learn something.
I returned my attention to my cock and I pushed the head down against
her sphincter. At first, it refused to open, so I pushed harder and
eventually it stretched out wide enough to get the head in. She groaned
as I penetrated her, her rectum closing tight over the head.
"Your cock is splitting me in two," she said before biting the pillow.
I was as patient fucking her ass as I was fucking Amber's pussy. I held
the head in for five minutes so that she could get used to it. When she
started pushing her hips back on my cock, I knew she was ready. I pushed
another inch in.
She cried out as the thick part under the head penetrated her. I noticed
tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was sobbing. This was the
thickest part and the worst. It took her ten minutes to get used to my
cock. It was easier going after that.
I began fucking her ass with two inches, pushing a little more in with
every couple of thrusts. Several times, I had to stop and let her get
used to my dick, and in the long run, she managed to take eight inches.
I pushed, but I couldn't get any more in. I wanted to feel my entire
cock buried in her ass and I cursed the physical limitations of women's
bodies. Because of her size, I would show Amber mercy, but I vowed to
have my entire cock in Mrs. Jones’ ass by the time her husband and son
returned next weekend.
I placed my hand on the small of her back and I began steadily fucking
her. I loved fucking her ass. It wasn't as wet as her pussy, but it was
hot and incredibly tight. I moved my free hand down between her legs and
I began massaging her clit. I vowed that no matter how long it took,
every woman I fucked, in whatever hole, would have at least one orgasm.
Mrs. Jones had three before my cum erupted into her ass.
I withdrew my cock and sighed. I felt drained and my orgasm had been
weak. I was tired and it had been a long day. Her rosebud closed a
little, and I noticed my sperm rise up and spill out the rim. It quit
closing shut and remained an open hole about the size of a quarter.
Without a word to her, I rolled over and went to sleep.
Part 5
I fucked both Amber and Mrs. Jones regularly until the middle of August.
On weekdays, I did Mrs. Jones and Amber had me on weekends. Poor Amber
could never take more then half my cock. Her body just wasn't able to
accommodate me. Mrs. Jones on the other hand, could take it all, anywhere
I wanted to put it.
It was almost the end of the season and my boss, Mr. Stoukalas, threw a
staff party and everyone got stupid drunk. I had made two promises to my
mom before she would let me spend the summer at the beach. Stay away
from alcohol and tramps. I kept one promise, but I don't think mom
realized how many women were tramps. I thought Sherrie might be
different, so I invited her to the party.
She was cute, sweet, and she had a certain innocence about her that I
found attractive. She had clearly liked me from the first day I started
work and I think she was disappointed that it had taken me so long to
ask her out. I found that I enjoyed her company.
I couldn't believe how stupid people seemed when they got drunk. Tina,
the bitch, was there with her fiancé, Derek. He was a big white guy like
me and I liked him. I didn't know how he put up with Tina, but then she
was nice to everyone but me. They were the first interracial couple I
had ever seen, but they were both attractive and looked good together.
Neither of them turned down many free drinks that night and they were
shit-faced. Sherrie was getting drunker and drunker as the night wore on
and she was also becoming a lot more affectionate. One part of her body
was always touching mine and she was always smiling at me.
Mr. Stoukalas called it a night and we left the party. Tina and Derek
announced they had beer back at their house and would throw a late night
party.
The waitresses, cooks, and the rest of the staff headed to Tina and
Derek's place to continue partying. Everyone continued to drink and act
stupid. It got worse the drunker they got. Over the years, I've found
alcohol to be a useful tool in getting women to loosen up, but I've
never understood why people drink too much.
I was enjoying my time with Sherrie. She was nice, funny, and
affectionate. Affectionate, in a friendly way, not in a slutty way. I
thought Sherrie was the type of girl you can have a decent relationship
with. Tina, on the other hand was a tramp. Tina and Derek were dancing
and I saw Derek reach up under her blouse and remove her bra.
At one point during the night, Sherrie dropped her beer and I made an
unsuccessful attempt to grab it before it spilled on the carpet. I was
cleaning it up when Tina threw me a wash cloth and said, "Who invited
you anyway?" What a bitch!
The party was winding down. Sherrie and I were slow dancing. Her head was
leaning against my chest. It was actually the most intimate non-sexual
time I had spent with a woman up until then. I looked up and noticed
that all our coworkers had left. Tina was leading Derek into her
bedroom. She was pulling him by the waist band of his shorts and the
poor fool looked like he could barely stand.
I looked down at Sherrie. She looked up at me and our eyes met. Her lips
parted and her eyes closed half way. I leaned down and gently kissed her
lips. She moaned contentedly as our first kiss progressed and my cock
got hard.
I politely pulled my hips away from her so that she wouldn't feel my
erection and get embarrassed by my arousal. My cock was screaming to be
released. It hadn't been denied for over a month. Evil thoughts were
popping into my head. Fuck her. Take advantage of her, she's drunk.
She's a slut like all the rest. Only she wasn't. She was a nice, decent
girl and I resisted my urges. I would take my frustration out on Mrs.
Jones when I got home.
Then something unexpected happened. Sherrie stuck her tongue in my mouth.
It startled me at first, but I recovered and Frenched her back. .Sherrie's
hand moved down to caress my ass before running up under my shirt along
my back.
My hands went from holding her gently to gripping her tight as I pulled
her body into mine. Now it was her turn to be startled as she felt my
cock against her belly. I looked around for the nearest place I could
fuck my new slut and I saw the bathroom door was open. I reached down,
cupped her ass and lifted her into my arms. She had a look of disbelief
on her face as her hand moved between our bodies to feel the length of
my cock. I carried her into the bathroom and shut the door.
I set her down and pulled my shirt off over my head. Sherrie seemed
delighted at the sight of my bare chest. She ran her hands up and down
my torso feeling along the ridges of my muscles.
"God Chad," she said. "I wished you had asked me out sooner. Your body’s
incredible."
"You haven't seen the best part yet," I said unbuttoning my shorts. She
watched expectantly as I let go of them and they fell to the floor.
"Fuck," she said in her cute Southern accent, while staring at my cock
proudly pointing at her belly. "I thought you were playing some kind of
trick on me."
I reached out and untucked her conservative blouse from her shorts as
she reached out and grabbed my cock. Her fingers didn't even meet as
they wrapped around my shaft. She was stroking it as I pulled her shirt
off.
I bent down and kissed her again as my hands undid her shorts and pulled
them down. I felt between her legs. her panties were wet with desire. I
removed them also and stepped back.
I stared at her nude body as she stared at mine. Her skin was pale and
freckled like most redheads. Sherrie had a very narrow waist, which
widened as it turned into her larger hips. Her breasts were full and
medium sized, but they looked large on her thin frame. Her nipples were
a beautiful, rose color, that blended into her skin. Overall, a very
attractive package.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She
resisted at first, but relented and fell to the floor before my cock..
She just kneeled there and stared at my cock, seemingly still in awe
over it’s size.
"What do you want Chad?" she asked.
"I want you to suck on my cock."
She looked at it hesitantly, then she reached out with both hands and
grabbed it again. "I've never done this before," she said leaning
forward.
"You've got to start somewhere," I said grabbing her head and pulling
her forward so that my cock head slid along her cheek.
"I'm only doing this because I really like you Chad," she said moving
back to kiss the head of my cock.
"I really like you too," I replied grinning down at her. I saw her lick
her lips, wetting them in anticipation, before her tongue flicked out
and ran around the tip of my cock.
Sherrie tried, and to give her credit, she was pretty good for a first
time cocksucker. I closed the lid on the toilet and sat down with
Sherrie kneeling between my legs, her head bobbing up and down in my lap.
She could only swallow about half my cock and she used her hands to
stroke the other half. Her eyes were closed and she was purring
contentedly, so I think she enjoyed it. However, I was growing impatient
and it was late, so I pulled her head off my cock and I stood up.
She looked at me not sure what I wanted to do next. I moved her over to
the sink and lifted her up onto it. It was my turn to kneel between her
legs.
"I've never done this before either, Chad," she said a little shakily.
I didn't say anything, instead I just went to work on her pussy. I heard
her say, "Oh my," as my tongue touched her labia. I moved up to her clit
and I pushed one finger in her pussy as I teased her clit with my
tongue. She began pushing her pussy into my face and she started
muttering, "Wow! Fuck yes. So good. I feel funny. Something happ... I'm
cumming." Sherrie screamed as she had a big orgasm. One of her hands was
gripping the edge of the counter and the other was grabbing my hair as
she ground her crotch into my face.
I guessed she was well lubricated now, so I stood up between her legs.
"I've never cum before," she said staring at me with a look of such
adoration, that it unnerved me a little.
The counter was the perfect height for my dick, so I just pointed the
head between her legs and pushed. She stared down between us fascinated
by what she saw. Her labia opened wide, stretching around the head and
then it was in. My cock had claimed its third pussy.
I didn't move for a while. I figure it must be pretty intimidating to a
woman to see a foot long cock sticking out of them and I liked to watch
their reactions. I just stood there feeling her pussy squeezing my
cock's head. I'd let her ask for more when she was ready. "Am I bigger
then your last boyfriend?" I asked.
She nodded still staring at the ten and a half inches sticking out
between her legs. "Your penis is at least twice as big and a lot
thicker."
"Call it a cock, Sherrie," I said moving the head around in her. She
moaned and her legs flew around my back squeezing my waist, so I fed her
another inch.
Sherrie's hips were bigger and a lot more accommodating then Amber was.
She was still nice and tight, but my cock slid in her a lot easier then
it had Amber. I took it nice and slow though so she could get used to
it. I managed to get eight inches in before I met resistance. I figured
that with some practice, Sherrie could handle all my dick, but she wasn't
ready yet.
I began to slowly fuck her with all eight inches. Sherrie just squeezed
her legs around my back and put her hands on my shoulders as she laid
back against the mirror. I ran my hands up to her breasts and caressed
them gently. She moaned when I teased her rose-colored nipples. I bent
down and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking it between my lips. She
came again as I sucked on her nipples.
"Are you a slut Sherrie?" I asked after she had recovered from her
orgasm.
She looked at me with a look of horror. "No Chad! You’re only the second
man I've been with. Why do you ask such a thing?"
"Are you my slut?" I asked removing my cock from her pussy and slamming
it in. She came again as I did.
"Y-yes Chad, I'm your slut, but only for you."
I think Mrs. Jones liked being called a slut, but these young eighteen
and nineteen year old girls always resisted admitting it. I think they
were worried about their reputations are something.
I began fucking her hard. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her
legs around my back as I began slamming my cock into her pussy. "I love
your cock, Chad," she screamed. "I'm a slut for your big cock." That was
better, now she was getting into it.
I fucked her like that for a good fifteen minutes and she came several
more times before I felt my balls contracting. She had another big
orgasm as I blew my load in her pussy.
I wasn't even finished cumming when Derek opened the door and ran into
the bathroom looking all wild eyed. He was naked and I must say the
closest thing I'd seen to a real man like me, then or since. His cock
was erect and glistening with Tina's juices. It was almost as fat as
mine and close to eight inches long. Still his was only two thirds as
big as me.
He looked at us for a second, then his eyes glazed over and he ran for
the toilet. He barely managed to get the seat up before he vomited into
it. I looked at Sherrie as the smell washed over us. She didn't look so
good herself. Sweat was beaded on her brow and her eyes were half
closed.
I picked Sherrie up and carried her into the living room, laying her
gently on the couch. She was soon fast asleep. I returned to the
bathroom to get our clothes. Derek was on the floor dry heaving. He saw
me and stared at my cock for a second before passing out. He looked
disgusting. Vomit was around his lips and one hand was dangling in the
toilet. His penis had deflated and soon he started snoring. I shook my
head and left.
I did what I could to cover Sherrie's nude body with her clothes and I
was putting mine on when I heard Tina's voice in the bedroom.
"Derek, where the fuck are you? I haven't cum yet. Get back here and
fuck me."
A shiver of excitement ran up my spine when I heard the bitch's voice.
Tina was in her bedroom and Derek had left her hanging.
**********
I smirked and I once again removed my clothing. I walked over to Tina
and Derek's bedroom and peeked inside. It was dark, but the light from
the living room illuminated the bedroom enough for me to see. Tina was
lying on her stomach on the bed, her ass was thrust up a little.
I didn't think black women got tans, but Tina's ass was a lot whiter
then the rest of her brown-skinned body. I walked over to the bed to get
a better view. Her ass was perfectly shaped, her skin smooth and
unblemished. I found even her back to be extremely sexy. In fact, the
only thing not sexy about Tina was her bitchy personality, but then
again, you don't fuck their personality.
I think my shadow fell across the bed, because the next thing I knew
Tina said, "Derek, get your ass in bed and fuck me now. Why did you run
off like that anyway?"
I didn't say anything. I just kneeled on the bed between her legs. I
swear I don't remember ever seeing my cock this hard. It wanted to fuck
this bitch more then anything.
I grabbed her hips and I pulled her up on her hands and legs. I pushed
my cock down so that it was resting against her pussy.
"Oh god, Derek," she moaned pushing back against my dick, "hurry up and
fuck me with that big dick."
I teased her with just the tip for a few seconds and I almost laughed
when she growled in frustration. I quit teasing and I pushed the head
in. It went in nice and easy. Derek had loosened her up for me.
"Oh Derek," she moaned, "your cock feels bigger then normal. I love it."
Tina's pussy felt fantastic. It seemed to milk my cock as I slid more
and more into her. It was also one of the hottest pussies I'd ever
fucked.
Tina was loving every minute of it. She was muttering profanities and
moaning. I stopped pushing my cock in when I thought I had penetrated
her as deep as Derek could. I began slow fucking her and then I couldn't
resist pulling the old thumb in her ass trick. Her rectum was loose and
I knew she wasn't a back door virgin. My thumb pushed her over the edge
and I felt her pussy clamp around my cock lubricating me with her cum.
I fed her another inch and she squealed in delight as she came again.
"God Derek," she screamed, "I haven't ever cum like his before." Then I
gave her another inch, sliding a good ten inches into her.
"Derek you asshole, what the fu- aaah," a large orgasm cut her off.
When she recovered I was still fucking her hard. "D-Derek w-hatever it
is your shoving in my pussy, pull it out now."
Her pussy didn't want to relinquish my cock despite her words, but I
pulled it out and it made a popping sound as it left her pussy. I got up
and walked around to the head of the bed. "Whatever you say Tina."
She looked up off the bed at my face. Her eyes going wide with shock.
"CHAD! Oh my god. You asshole. How dare you. Mother fuck..."
The best way to shut a bitch up is to shove your cock in her mouth. The
next time her lips parted to say something, I pushed the head of my cock
in.
Up until that point I think she thought I had shoved some kind of object
into her pussy. She gave a cry that was muffled by my cock sliding between her lips. I
saw her eyes cross as she looked down the length.
We stayed like that for several minutes, the head of my cock in her
mouth as she stared along my rod. Her eyes slowly traveled up my torso
taking in my physique. She saw me looking down at her and when our eyes
met, I felt her tongue lick around the head of my cock as she submitted.
Tina's tongue seemed to explore every inch of my fat knob from licking
over the slit to licking just under the hood. She withdrew my cock head
from her mouth so that she could look at it closely. She stared at it
for a while, before kissing it and taking more into her mouth.
Tina slid around on the bed so that she was laying on her stomach facing
me and her lips could get a better grip on my cock. Tina began deep
throating me. Taking first, the eight inches she was used to and then
she pushed the envelope and swallowed two more. This was quickly turning
into one of the best blow jobs of my life and I groaned as her head
bobbed up and down my cock.
Eventually, I felt my cock began to swell as I approached orgasm and she
increased her pace. Her mouth felt like a vacuum trying to suck the
sperm up from my balls and after a few minutes I came in her mouth. My
cock pumped sperm into her mouth for thirty seconds and she didn't spill
a drop. She just continued to suck until my cock was dry and it went
limp in her mouth.
I wasn't finished with her yet. I wanted to cum in her pussy and I knew
I would need a little while to recharge. I crawled into bed next to her.
I kissed Tina, my hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. I
loved her big brown breasts. Her nipples were dark patches against her
light brown skin. They were fat and long, erect with desire, and she
moaned like crazy as I sucked on them.
Tina seemed absolutely fascinated with my cock and her hand never let go
of it as I explored her body. Soon it stiffened up again.
"I've never seen anything like this, Chad," she said stroking my cock.
I crawled on top of her, her big breasts mashing against my chest as I
placed my cock on her pussy. "Please fuck me again," she begged.
I felt the tip of my cock rubbing against her engorged clit. I moved it
down and it easily slid into her again. I pushed ten inches in and I
began pistoning my hips. Her hips were rising to match my thrusts. She
writhed around beneath me like a bitch in heat and her hands caressed
up my back and down to my ass cheeks. Tina was certainly not a lame
fuck.
After a good ten minutes of this I pulled out and arched my back. I
slammed my entire cock into her pussy. "That's for being such a bitch to
me," I said through gritted teeth.
Tina screamed as she took it all and it wasn't from pain, she had cum
again. "T-that's only cause I wanted you the first time I saw you," she
told me. "I knew you'd be good, Chad and your the best fuck ever. I was
so pissed off when I saw you with Sherrie tonight."
This bitch really liked to talk and it took another orgasm to shut her
up. I continued to fuck her hard and fast, my balls slapping against her
thighs, until I came. I bellowed as my cum exploded in her pussy. She
came again when I did.
I rested for a minute before withdrawing my cock. When I tried, her legs
clamped around my back holding me in. "Dammit Chad," she said looking
at me. "I'm not going to be satisfied with Derek any more. We only have
a week of summer left. Your going to have to fuck me every day."
I pulled her legs apart and withdrew my cock. Without a word I left her
bedroom. I grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed. I peeked in the
bathroom to check on Derek. He was starting to stir, so I quickly left.
Sherrie was still fast asleep on the couch. Her blouse had fallen on the
floor and I could see her pussy. Sherrie's legs were open and her thighs
were red from the fucking I had given her. Her crotch was covered in a
layer of dried sperm. I covered her back up as best I could and I walked
out the door.
The sun was coming up as I walked home and I whistled as I walked down
the boardwalk. That night had been a good one for me.
I'll explain later, but the following week was an unstable one for me.
The next day at work, Tina smiled and winked at me. She tried to get me
alone in the freezer, but I ignored her. She never bitched at me again.
Instead, she followed me around begging me to fuck her again. I ignored
the bitch to teach her a lesson. Not fucking her again was one of the
hardest things I'd ever done. I just let her beg.
Part 6
The morning after the party I slept late. I woke up with an erection
around noon and I went to find Mrs. Jones. There was a note from her to
Tristan explaining that she had to go home for the night and would be
back tomorrow. I was disappointed, but there was always Amber or I could
fuck Sherrie again tonight.
I was working the mid-shift that day and as I walked to work, I looked
at all the bikini clad women on the beach, and I wondered how I could go
back to attending an all boy’s school. Classes started a week from today.
I arrived at work and immediately I was busy on the grill. Tina was
working the same shift and started flirting with me. I ignored her.
Around midday, I think she finally realized I was going to have nothing
to do with her and I swear she turned white for a second. Sherrie arrived
later for the night shift. She looked a little pissed at me for leaving
her nude on the couch at Tina's but one smile from me, she melted and
smiled back.
Since Sherrie was working the night shift, I decided to fuck Amber that
night. I walked home and quickly showered. I threw on a tank top that
left my muscular arms bare and some shorts and I headed out for Amber's
house.
I stopped by Playland to see Tristan. Between Mary and work, my best
friend wasn't around as much as I hoped, but all that would change when
we got back to school. Tristan was busy so we didn't get to talk much.
He had spent the day at the beach with Mary and gone straight to work.
Tristan had confessed to me that he was in love with Mary and he was
becoming more depressed as the end of the summer approached.
I let him and my dick got hard as I thought about fucking Amber in a few
minutes. When I got to her house I knocked on the door. Mary answered.
"Hi Chad," she said. "Amber got called into work tonight. She won't be
back until later. You can wait if you'd like."
I said, "sure," and entered her house. Mary hadn't changed after going
to the beach today. Her blonde hair was tied back on her head. She was
wearing her skimpy string bikini top and sweat pants that hung low on
her hips, so that you could see the top of her bikini bottoms. I found
it to be one of the sexiest looks, I'd ever seen. Her tan stomach with
her pierced navel drove me crazy.
Mary sat in the chair opposite me and we chatted about Tristan and
Amber. Mary all but admitted that she was in love with Tristan also.
I had trouble looking her in the eyes as we spoke, my eyes kept
wondering down to her incredible body. Her own eyes were wondering over
me too. I saw her looking at my bare arms and then her eyes moved down
to my crotch.
I started to get hard again. As my cock grew in my shorts, I stared at
her breasts. She must have been excited because I noticed the outline of
her areola appear under her bikini top. Then, as my cock swelled, her
nipples became erect, until they were rock hard and straining at her
top. I looked back up at her face. Her eyes were open wide as she stared
at my crotch and her lips were parted slightly. She was breathing heavy
and neither of us had spoken for several minutes.
Finally, I broke the silence. "Would you like to see it?" I asked.
"See what?"
"My cock. You've been staring at my crotch since I got here."
Mary blushed. "I don't think I should," she said.
"We don't have to tell Tristan and there's no harm in just looking."
"Alright then show it to me," she said suddenly. "Both Tristan and Amber told
me how big you are, but I won't believe it until I see it."
"Very well then," I said standing and walking over to her. At that time
I had no intentions of fucking her. I just had a strong urge to show her
my cock. I had seen Tristan's little penis and I wanted Mary to know how
big I was. My only concern was trying to stuff it back in once it was
out.
I don't know why, but I removed my shirt. Mary's eyes flickered all over
my chest like she was seeing me for the first time, though she had seen
me topless on the beach.
I teased her when I got to my shorts. I unbuttoned them and slowly
pulled the zipper down. I let my shorts fall to the ground and she
gasped when she saw the bulge in my underwear. I pulled out the waist
band and quickly yanked my underwear down under my balls. She jumped
back as my cock seemed to leap out at her like a snake striking at its
prey. It was my turn to gasp with relief as my cock was freed. It turned
rock hard and hovered before her, pointing at her face. Damn, I was
proud of it.
Once again I felt an overwhelming since of pride as I exposed myself to
someone new and watched her reactions to seeing my penis for the first
time. Mary had been leaning forward expectantly while I removed my
shorts and when my cock had struck out at her she had jumped back in
shock, her eyes opening wide and a look of disbelief appearing on her
face. When she recovered, she leaned forward again, staring closely at
my cock.
"Oh Chad! It's even bigger then I imagined."
"You can touch it if you want," I said and when I saw her hesitate I
added, "No harm in just touching."
Mary acted a little nervous, like she was scared of it, but she
tentatively stuck out her index finger and touched the head of my cock.
She ran her finger down the side of my rod and back up to the tip. Then
she made a circle with her thumb and index finger and unsuccessfully
tried to push my cock through the hole. "Your cock has to be at least
three times as big as Tristan's," she said in awe.
Mary went crazy touching my cock and brought her other hand up. Soon she
was running both hands all over my shaft examining every square inch
from the helmet to cupping my balls to see how heavy they were.
I was starting to go crazy also. I still hadn't plan on fucking her
until she touched my dick and when she did, the evil thoughts returned;
Mary's a slut like all the rest. Get her to blow you. Fuck her. Screw
Tristan, he can't please her like you can. She's a tease, fuck her hard.
I moved between her legs and she leaned forward, her head just inches
from my cock as she sat on the couch. She was examining me closely, her
fingers feeling along one of my big blue veins as her eyes followed
along. "Chad," she said, “Amber tells me that you always give her
several orgasms."
"Yes," I replied, "I know many ways to make a woman cum."
"I can't seem to cum. Tristan tries, but he can't seem to give me one.
When can I expect it to happen?"
"Probably never," I said. "I love Tristan like a brother, but he just
doesn't have the right stuff for satisfying a woman."
"Oh," said Mary a look of disappointment on her face.
Mary's face was inches from my pee slit. It was oozing pre-cum from all
the stroking my cock was getting. "Why don't you kiss it, Mary?" I asked.
I knew she wanted to, but she said, "No! I can't do that."
"Why?" I asked. "It's the same as touching it, only your using your
mouth instead of your fingers."
Mary seemed to think about it for a minute and then she planted a quick
kiss on the top of the head. She removed her mouth and looked up at me
smiling at what she had done. Then the grin left her face and she bet
down and kissed it again. Mary then started kissing my entire cock. She
let it slide along her cheek as she kissed down the shaft. Mary lifted
my cock up and kissed my balls, then back up my shaft to the head.
"Suck on it Mary," I ordered, knowing that she had always refused to
suck off Tristan.
"I don't think I can do that," she replied.
I held her face between my hands, tightly so that she could feel my
strength. I moved her head up so that she could look me in the eyes. I
rested the head of my cock on her lips. "Suck on it Mary and I will give
you orgasms like you've never imagined possible."
She gulped and opened her mouth, taking my cock inside.
There is no such thing as a bad blow job, but some women are a lot
better then others. Mary was a natural cocksucker. Once she made up her
mind to do something, she put everything she had into it. She attacked
my cock with a gusto that I had only seen from Mrs. Jones before.
Mary was simply amazing. She attacked my knob, licking all around it and
teasing the pee slit with her tongue. Then she swallowed four inches,
then five, then six. When she reached seven, she gagged and withdrew her
head. She gasped for breath and she seemed disgusted with herself. Then
with a look of determination, Mary arched her back and went down on me
again. My cock slid into her throat. She paused at ten inches and then
she pushed herself forward, her lips coming to rest on my pubic hair as
she swallowed it all.
I've got to say, I was most impressed. Mary had to come up for air again
and she looked up at me proudly, a look of triumph in her eyes. "You
like sucking on that big dick, don't you?" I asked.
"I love it, Chad," she responded, licking saliva off her lips. "I never
thought I would like this, but I do."
Mary returned to deep throating me. Her lips were locked tightly around
my cock as she bobbed her head. I leaned down and untied her bikini top.
She was bent over so I couldn't get a good view of her breasts, so I
just rested my hands on her shoulders and enjoyed the blow job.
It lasted about forty minutes. I used to miss the ability to cum
quickly, but I found that the longer I took to cum, the better my orgasm
was in the long run. I looked down at my cock. When I could see it, it
was glistening, swollen red with blood, and growing bigger. I felt my
balls tighten up. "I'm cumming," I groaned.
Mary clamped her lips around the tip of my cock and she used one hand to
steady the base and the other to stroke my cock as she waited for me to
cum. The slut wanted it in her mouth.
My cock exploded in her mouth. My sperm shot out the tip, filling her
mouth more quickly then she expected. The size of my orgasm apparently
caught her off guard. She briefly lost control and some sperm squirted
out the sides of her mouth. She moaned in frustration and clamped her
mouth over my dick again.
She milked every last drop from my cock. Her hand never quit stroking me
and I had to remove my cock from her mouth to her protests. I don't know
what religion Mary was, but she would have made a great Catholic girl,
She didn't waste a drop of my sperm. Her tongue even lapped up the sperm
around her mouth.
I pulled Mary up and I looked down at her beautiful breasts. They were
large and perfect for her body. She had large prominent nipples. I bent
over and kissed her breasts. She caressed the back of my head as I took
her nipples into my mouth, biting them gently.
I reluctantly relinquished her breasts and I began kissing down her
belly. I kissed her belly button and the sexy ring she had in it.
Finally, I kneeled before her.
She looked very alluring standing there topless wearing only sweat
pants. I looked up at her. She was breathing heavily and I could see her
breasts rising and falling. I moved my head to look at her waist and I
brought my hands up to her waist band. With a quick pull that startled
her, I yanked the sweats to the floor and she stepped out of them.
Mary was wearing nothing, but the panties of her string bikini. I could
see her crotch was already soaked with anticipation. I looked up at her
and leaned forward as I took the string in my mouth and pulled it
untied.
I gasped when her panties fell to the floor. Mary had completely shaved
her pussy to fit into the bikini. I hadn't seen a woman with a shaved
pussy before and I reached out to run my hand over it almost as intently
as she had run her hands over my cock. Her knees started shaking when I
touched her.
I pushed Mary back towards the couch until she sat down. I gently tugged
on her knees and crawled between them when she spread her legs. I leaned
forward and blew on Mary's pussy. I was teasing her and already she was
raising her crotch trying to reach my mouth. I looked up her fantastic
body. She was looking down at me, a look of anticipation on her face.
She licked her lips just as I clamped my mouth down on her shaved pussy.
Mary squealed with delight and pulled my head deeper into her pussy. She
began fucking my face almost as fast almost as I could lick.
"God your good, Chad," she panted. "Why can't Tristan be this good? Eat
my pussy."
She was moaning and bucking wildly as I moved up to her clit. I slid my
fingers into her and as promised I delivered up an orgasm.
"C-chad that's it. Yeah baby. You’re making me cum. I'm cumming."
Mary's thighs gripped my head so hard it hurt and my face got soaked as
she came. I didn't stop there and I continued to show her everything I
knew about eating pussy. After the first orgasm the rest were easy.
I quit eating her pussy after giving her about five orgasms. Then I
leaned back and kneeled again. Their couch was low to the ground and I
had to bend over to eat her, but as I kneeled, I found it was just the
right height to fuck her. My cock was hard again and it was pointed
right at her pussy.
It was at that moment that I had an attack of conscience. All I have to
do is thrust out with my hips and I could fuck Mary, but did I want to
fuck the girl my best friend was in love with? I had already fucked his
mother. Mary made up my mind for me. Her legs wrapped around my waist
and she pulled me forwards. It was the last time my conscience ever
bothered me.
We both watched in fascination as the plum-sized head of my cock parted
her labia and disappeared into her pussy. Her pussy squeezed around my
cock and her muscles seemed to spasm inwards trying to pull more of my
cock inside.
I fucked her nice and slow, feeding another inch into her pussy every
couple of thrusts and she came with each additional inch. At first her
orgasms seemed mild, but as I passed Tristan's cock's length, her
orgasms got bigger.
Mary was an amazing women. My cock met resistance at eight inches. I
began slow fucking her, my cock managing to penetrate another quarter of
an inch with each couple of thrusts. It took a half hour to get eleven inches in her.
"Your body was built for big cock," I said looking at her. She was
sweating and breathing hard, but she looked like she was in heaven.
"Yes Chad," she said. "I love big cock. I love your big cock. I feel
like such a slut. Fuck me like a slut with your fat cock, Chad."
I hadn't even prompted her, and she was admitting she was a slut. I
began fucking her with eleven inches and she came every five strokes or
so. Finally, after another twenty minutes, Mary looked down at my
remaining inch and said, "I want it all, Chad."
I pulled back and slammed my cock into her. As my entire cock entered
her, I couldn't hold back any longer and I felt my cock began spurting
her pussy full of my cum.
Mary gave a little yelp of pain from the last inch, but my orgasm
triggered her to have a big one. She squeezed me tight as she shuddered
around my cock.
I pulled my cock out of Mary's pussy and looked up at her. I was
expecting to see the look of adoring, love that I had seen on both
Amber's and Sherrie's faces, but instead I was shocked to see a look of
wanton lust on Mary's face. The sexy virginal girl was gone forever.
I sat beside her on the couch to rest. She immediately started tugging
on my cock to make me hard again. "I want to try everything, Chad. What
else can you teach me?"
"Make me hard again and I'll fuck your ass," I said. Mary's eyes went
wide when I said that and I think she had never even heard of anal sex
before then, but she nodded eagerly and bent over to suck my cock into
her mouth again.
We were sitting like that when I noticed the door slowly opening. Amber
came inside the room and smiled when she saw me. Then the smile changed
to a look of absolute horror when she saw Mary's head bobbing up and
down in my lap. I've never seen anyone look so betrayed before and tears
started pouring down her cheeks. Amber turned and ran from the house. I
didn't care. I was done with her.
Mary hadn't even heard her and I proceeded to fuck her ass as soon as my
cock was rejuvenated.
**********
The end of the summer all the businesses are short of staff from
everyone returning to school. I heard Tristan come in late that night
and then he was up early and back to work.
I awoke with an impressive erection, despite my busy night with Mary and
I walked downstairs, my cock bobbing before me.
I saw Mrs. Jones pull up into the driveway and I smiled as she was going
to solve my erection dilemma. The phone rang as she was coming into the
door. I answered the phone. It was Mary. She sounded upset.
"Chad," she said, "Amber's on her way to tell Tristan about last night."
"Don't worry about it," I replied. "I'll handle it. I gotta go I'm kind
of in the middle of something."
Mrs. Jones had come in and fallen to the floor as soon as she saw my
erection. She was sucking it all by the time I hung up the phone.
I would just have to explain to Tristan that Mary was a slut and I had
actually did him a favor. He deserved a nice, decent girl. I promptly
forgot about him and I turned my attention to Mrs. Jones.
I pulled her off my cock long enough to strip her. I didn't like her
wearing clothes in my presence and then I pushed her back down to her
knees.
Mrs. Jones was still the best cock-ucker in the world and she had me
ready to cum in under a half hour. "Here it cums, slut," I said and at
the same time the door burst open and Tristan was standing there looking
furious.
Mrs. Jones jerked when she heard the door and looked at her son with
horror. Tristan looked down at his mom in time to see my cum spurt all
over her face. It was a good orgasm and strand after strand of semen
flew from my cock, landing on Mrs. Jones' face and breasts.
I couldn't imagine what it must feel like to have someone with a penis
three times my size fuck my girlfriend and then catch my mother giving
him a blow job. Then again, I would never have to worry about that
happening to me.
Tristan had already been crying when he entered the house. Now tears
stated flowing down his cheeks and he collapsed to his knees. He
struggled to get back up and he ran from the house. Mrs. Jones also ran
from the room. She fled up the stairs crying and I heard her bedroom
door slam shut.
Strangely, I felt no remorse. In fact, I was pissed off at Tristan for
stopping his mom from swallowing my cum. I walked upstairs and gathered
up all my things and then I left the Jones' house for the last time that
year.
If I had do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing, with the
possible exception of locking the doors first. Losing a best friend was a
small price to pay for all the sex I had that year.
Epilogue
I still had six days until going home and I spent the remaining nights
with either Sherrie or Mary. I even enticed Amber to fuck me one more
time and I spanked her for telling on me.
I caught a bus home and I spent a week with my parents before returning
to school. When I got back to school, I found that Tristan had dropped
out and all his stuff was gone. I dropped out two weeks later. I needed
to be around women, I walked around with a permanent erection, and my
balls ached for release. My parents were horrified, but I told them I
was moving to the beach to do missionary work.
I hadn't even been back at the beach a day, when I found some new slut
to get me off. I practically drowned her in sperm, I had built up so
much in the last month.
The Jersey shore is practically deserted in winter and I barely survived
on the pussy I could get until the next summer rolled around.
By the end of last year, I had become a great swimmer and I got a job as
a lifeguard this year. They get all the pussy they want and I swear I
could have a different woman each night if I wanted to, but I prefer to
fuck Mrs. Jones. She's still the best fuck I ever had.
Tristan never told his dad what he had seen that day and he must of come
to some kind of agreement with his mother to live the life style of his
choice. I only saw him once again. He was coming out of a gay bar. I
don't know what happened to him. He seemed to like women too much to be a
closet homo, but then again you never know.
I never saw Sherrie again. She had confessed that she was in love with me
when I left last year and was broken hearted when I didn't reciprocate
her feelings. I saw Tina a lot that summer and I amused myself by
fucking all her friends. I broke down and spent a couple nights with her
by the end of the summer.
Mary came back to the beach that year and Amber forgave her and spent a
couple weeks at the beach too. I fucked Mary off and on that summer. When
she wasn't fucking me, she was fucking someone else. Mary had turned
into a complete slut. I think she was addicted to orgasms. One week
Amber was down, I even caught her head buried between Mary's legs. I had
my first threesome that night with two women.
I became buddies with another lifeguard that
summer. His cock was almost as big as mine as was his ego. We
gang-banged Mary many a night and I even shared Mrs. Jones with him a
couple of times. The rest of the summer we competed over women and I'm
proud to say I edged him out for the most part.
Someday, I hope to marry. I'm looking for a nice decent woman like my
mother, but so far they've all been a bunch of sluts. I know that
somewhere out there is a nice, decent girl for me. Come on, I know
you're out there somewhere.
THE END
Author’s Note: I can’t remember where inspiration for this story came from. I guess it’s just my tribute to coming of age story. The use of a first person perspective is rare for me, but I think it worked with this story. This was also a very popular story of mine and garnered a lot of positive feedback even from people who don’t prefer alpha male stories.
Absolutely loved the Mrs. Jones character
ReplyDeleteI did too. I hope I find a Ms Jones of my own
DeleteIs it weird that I picture Chad as a young, in-his-prime Arnold Schwarzenegger?
ReplyDeletewill you continue this story?
ReplyDeleteThink Tristan ever forgives Chad for all this?
ReplyDeleteAll the times I've read this story, and there's been one question I've never been able to answer.
ReplyDeleteAt the end, after Chad erupts on Mrs. Jones' face in front of Tristain and he leaves the house/she goes upstairs - why doesn't Chad just open the door and fuck her? I feel like that's a scene that would fit perfectly with the themes and character growth shown through the story.
He'd open the door to find her on the bed sobbing. When she sees him there, she wipes her face and slowly slides onto her back while spreading her thighs in an invitation.