Soccer Mom

It was obvious that Luke wanted me. I wanted him too, and it didn’t matter that he was the coach of my son’s soccer team, or that his son played on the team as well. It also didn’t seem to matter that his wife came to almost every practice and sat next to me on the sidelines or that my husband sat opposite her eating sunflower seeds and drinking soda water.

When we all met that first night in April behind St. Mark’s high school, Luke was the first person I saw, the first person I really focused in on. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” he called. The group shrunk to a tight circle, all the parents and players gathering around the strikingly handsome man in the baggy, grey t-shirt and black Under Armour track pants. “I want to introduce myself. My name is Luke Reynolds and I’ll be taking over for Coach Hinds.” He slid his hands into his pockets and rocked casually back and forth on his heels, his shiny silver whistle resting in the dip of his chest. “Ummm, I’d first like to say congratulations to everyone who made the team this year. It was a tough selection process, but I think we’ve come up with a good group of boys.”

As he talked for another few minutes – outlining the program and detailing how games and practices would run – I couldn’t keep my eyes off his crotch, the material of his pants creasing in such a way that it highlighted the area. “OK. Now if all the players could head over to the truck to see Skip – our manager – he will hand out the uniforms. Once you have your stuff, meet me out on the field for a short practice. Also, parents, I’d like to get your updated contact information, so if you could you write down your name, phone number and email address on the sheet I’ll be passing around, that’d be great.” He stepped forward and handed the clipboard to me first.

“Thanks.” I was happy to get a glimpse of his face up close. With high cheekbones and a square jaw, he looked German or Russian or something else foreign, like the sexy bad guy in a James Bond movie.

“You’re Vaughan’s mother, right?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, trying not to drool.

“I’ve heard a lot about him.” He rubbed thoughtfully at his chin.

“Well, he’s excited to be here.” It was true. We’d moved into town the previous fall and since then, Vaughan had been itching to get back into soccer, a game he’d been playing since the age of four.

“It’s gonna be a good year, I think.” Luke smiled – his lips turned up more at one side than the other. Then, like he was suddenly in a rush, he yelled, “OK, boys. Time to get started…” Clapping his hands poignantly, he jogged majestically out onto the field.

Following that first meeting, every Monday, Thursday and Saturday, I sat and watched my soccer god conduct business, and as time went on, my fantasies about him went from sensuous and sultry, to downright lewd. In my mind, we’d had sex in every imaginable position, Luke having explored and pleasured my body from tip to toe.

Undoubtedly, I never missed a practice or a game, and one particularly warm evening – as the boys were scrimmaging – I sat, dreaming of Luke on top of me, my body bent in a “V”, my feet up around his neck. Out of nowhere, someone pinched my thigh. It was Carl. “Ouch! What was that for?” He’d snapped me out of my reverie.

“I’ve been talking to you for the past thirty seconds. It’s like you are in a daze.”

“I was just thinking about a new project at work.” Oh, the lies one tells to spare their partner’s feelings.

“I was trying to remember the name of that place we had dinner at last week.” Carl had taken to chatting with Miriam, Luke’s wife – a pretty woman with short blonde hair, perfect teeth and a fit body. Admittedly, she was better company. “She and Luke are going out this weekend to celebrate their anniversary.”

“Congratulations.” I smiled politely. “Ummm, I think it was called ‘The Green Tomato’?”

“That’s it – The Green Tomato…” Carl turned back to Miriam, blocking me from the conversation. As his voice trailed off, I looked up to see Luke standing in the middle of the field, his hands on his hips. He was in the perfect position for me to kneel in front of him and pull down his pants, to take his penis into my mouth...

“That feels so good, Jasmine…” I imagined him saying, a definite rhythm to his movement as he jabbed at the back of my throat. No doubt, the man was athletic, and I knew that sex with him would be like a sporting event. If he even came close to being as attracted to me as I was to him, I figured it would probably be on the same level as winning the World Cup.

“Jasmine!”

“Huh?”

“Come on. It’s time to go.” Practice was over. “What’s gotten into you these days?” The boys were heading off the field.

“I’ve just got a lot on my mind.” It was the painful truth.

“Maybe you need to take some time off work. You do seem rather out of it.” With that suggestion, he began walking toward the parking lot.

Now, as surprising as this may sound, it wasn’t until the week before our big end-of-season tournament that anything even remotely interesting happened with Luke.

It was another warm evening like many others we’d had that summer and I was sitting alone near the edge of the soccer field – pretending to read a magazine – when I saw Luke heading in my direction. Neither Carl nor Miriam had come that night for whatever reason, and the team was having a water break. The other parents too were otherwise engaged, talking about the trip coming up, planning rides and securing car-pooling options. “Jasmine?” Luke’s hair was longer than usual and he had scruff on his face, though as sexy as he was, he appeared a little haggard, like he wasn’t getting much sleep.

“Hi, Luke.” My heart skipped a beat. We rarely talked directly, though there had been lots of knowing glances between us.

“Are you and Carl coming this weekend?” He got right to the point.

“I’ll be there but Carl has to work.”

“Oh, that’s good…” Luke paused, his ears turning a bright shade of pink. “I mean it’s good that at least one of you can come out to support the team.”

“So, do you think the boys are ready?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I really just wanted to listen to his dreamy voice.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” His little slip confirmed my suspicions – that he was as hot for me as I was for him.

“Luke…” Skip called from his truck. Staring at each other like lost puppies, neither one of us heard him. “Luke!” Skip called again.

“Hang on.” Luke finally snapped to attention, but before walking away, he added, “I am really looking forward to seeing you this weekend.” It was obvious – the man was at his wit’s end.

“I’ll be there.”

And as you might expect, I was there, though I wasn’t at all convinced that I should’ve been.

After sitting through three games of boys’ soccer in the eighty-five degree heat, we’d finally settled in at a local steakhouse for some much-needed food and drink. With the adults at one table and the boys scattered throughout the rest of the place, the meal was what you’d imagine – a lot of small talk on the part of the grown-ups, and loud voices and the occasional flying piece of bread on the part of the kids.

Once supper was over and it was time to head to the hotel – a Holiday Inn across the street – I started to panic. What was going to happen? Wouldanything happen? If given the opportunity, would I be able to go through with it? And what would it be like? What exactly would we do? Would Luke smell nice? Better yet, how would he taste? And what sounds would he make when he came? A million questions were running through my mind as I tried to clean up some of the mess left by the boys.

“I don’t envy the waitress…” It was Luke. After the bill had been paid, everyone else had disappeared.

“That’s what you get when you take twenty sixteen-year-olds out to dinner,” I shot back, trying to sound witty, my mouth as dry as the desert.

Leaning against a table, Luke looked good enough to eat, and I could’ve jumped his bones right there. “Well, I guess we’d better get going,” he smirked. Was it possible that the man could read my mind? “We’ve got another big day ahead of us tomorrow – two games in the morning, and then if we win, a semi-final and a final round.” Following him out, I wondered if all affairs began this way – so unexpectedly, so easily. “And the weather calls for even hotter temperatures.”

“Yeah, it has been rather sticky.” I pulled at my shirt to catch a breeze, stepping past him as he held the door. “At least the boys should sleep tonight after running around in the sun all day.”

“I hope.” As we made our way across the street, I thought Luke was going to reach over and grab my hand. Instead, his knuckles brushed mine and we even bumped shoulders a few times. When we got to the entrance of the building, we both just stood there. “Which reminds me, I have to tell Skip to get some more water,” he said.

“We’re going to need loads of that.” It was all I could think to say.

Lingering in silence, it wasn’t until two of the other dads came out that either of us moved. “Hey Luke. Wanna come to our room and watch the game? Jays are playing the Red Sox,” Jordon’s dad announced.

“No. I think I’ll call it a night. We are up at seven tomorrow, first game at nine. Gotta get my beauty sleep, you know. Besides, I’m sure I’ll be up more than once checking on the boys.”

“True. And we can’t have our coach lookin’ all ragged, now can we? Get some shut-eye then champ, and we’ll see you tomorrow.” The two men meandered off, leaving Luke and I alone yet again.

“I’m in room 163. Connor didn’t want to stay with me so I’m by myself,” Luke said, the statement sounding like a definite invitation.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Same here except they put me down in the other wing – room 106.Vaughan said it wouldn’t be cool if he slept in the same room as me either, even if there are two double beds. But that’s OK. I’m in the middle of a fairly steamy novel anyway. That should keep me occupied.”

At the mention of sex, Luke’s mouth dropped open. “Well, have a good night,” he mumbled. Then, like it was our first time meeting, he awkwardly held out his hand for a shake – at last, some physical contact.

Smiling, I acquiesced, allowing him to clasp my fingers in his. “You too,” I said, the jolt of electricity between us even more than I’d anticipated.

“Good night then.” Neither of us let go.

“Bye… I mean, sleep tight.” After a very awkward minute, I pulled away. “Well, that’s it. I guess I’m off to bed.” When Luke didn’t object, I figured it was probably for the best. So saying, we both went our separate ways. About an hour later however – just as I was drifting off to sleep – I heard a faint knock at the door. My heart in my throat, I slipped out from under the covers and went to answer it. Of course it was Luke, looking better than ever in grey track pants and a white undershirt. “Hey. What’s up?” It was the moment of truth.

“Uh, I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”

“I was almost asleep.”

“Sorry… it’s just that…”

“What?” A bead of sweat trickled down between my breasts.

“This is a bad idea.”

“What is a bad idea?”

“This…” he said, shoving me back into the room and kissing me hard on the mouth.

Bad idea or not, we fell onto the bed, groping like neither one of us had ever touched another human being before, Luke’s grip around my waist so tight that after about three minutes, I needed some air. “Stop… stop…” I gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Immediately, he jumped up, leaving me cold where his warm hands had been.

“Luke…” Overwhelmed, I could barely speak.

“Oh my god. You’re right, Jaz. I’m sorry. I knew this was a mistake.” He began pacing back and forth in front of the bed.

Lying frozen on the mattress, I thought about how much I wanted him to touch me, how much I wanted him to kiss me, to take me in his arms and fuck me senseless. “No, no, it’s OK. I’ve been wanting you to do that all summer.”

“Me too, but I don’t want to hurt anyone Jasmine – not my wife or my kids. If I don’t do this though, I’ll be wondering forever…”

Like Luke, I had no interest in hurting anyone, but being in that room so close to the man I’d been dreaming about for months, I felt like a kid in a candy store, and there was no way I was going to let him leave without first getting some kind of treat. “Just this once, Luke... please.”

“Jaz,” he growled, kneeling in front of me. “I need you.” Inhaling deeply, he pressed his face into my lap, clenching the edges of my nightgown. “You smell so good.” Then shoving at the fabric, he pushed my legs apart and began kissing and nibbling at the delicate flesh of my inner thighs.

As he approached my private folds, I could feel my body start to tremble. “Luke…”

“I want to see you like this – in the light,” he said, caressing over my bare mound. “I want to see all of you.” Purposefully, he slid two fingers deep into my vagina. “Oh my god Jaz, you are so wet.”

Happy to have at least a part of him inside of me, I spread my legs wider. “Luke…” I was going to cum and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you like it when I touch you.” Skillfully prodding, he pushed his digits in and pulled them back out – in and out, in and out – twisting and turning them like he was conducting some kind of finger-fucking, musical masterpiece.

“That feels so good…” I purred, savoring every move, every second of the experience.

“Oh, Jaz…” He could read me well, and as I got closer to bursting, he added another finger and leaned forward for better leverage, penetrating me with just the right amount of force.

“Luke…” Unable to hold back, I braced for the impending eruption.

“Come on, Jaz. Show me.” And with that, I bore down, digging my heels into the mattress, devouring his hand, bucking and writhing and jerking until at last, I shattered. “Ohhhhhh, Luuuuke…” I cried, waves of euphoria surging, pounding, pulsing through my body.

When eventually the storm had passed, I lay exhausted, if not more than just a little elated.

Climbing on top of me – his hands roving up and down my sides – Luke whispered, “Jaz. I need to taste you.” Squeezing, licking, and biting at my neck and nipples, he then moved down to do the same to my belly, and further still to explore the furrows of my vulva.

Having Luke lick my pussy was amazing, but I needed more – I had to have more. “I want you inside,” I moaned, desperate to possess him fully. “I want your cock – now!” I’d waited long enough.

“If we do that, it’ll be over within seconds. Maybe you should just look at it first.” Leaping up, he wrestled off of his track pants and readied himself before me, revealing a pronounced tent in his boxers.

“What do we have here?” Slowly, I lowered the fabric, his uncut and mottled member pulsing, weeping, begging for some attention.

“Ummm…” I lightly licked the tip.

“I said look but don’t touch.” He sounded serious.

When I fondled his balls and gave them a little tug, he groaned so deeply that I was compelled to take him into my mouth whether he wanted me to or not. Funny enough, when I did, Luke didn’t even try to stop me. He simply held onto my head – clawing roughly through my hair and heaving himself at my face – jerking forward and back until it was palpably clear: he was about to explode.
Pausing momentarily to catch my breath, I then went back to work, sucking and grabbing and squeezing at his rod, a mixture of saliva and pre-cum shiny on my face. In truth, I could’ve sucked his cock for days, weeks, months for that matter. Around and around, up and down, side to side, in and out, back and forth, I sucked and slurped and swallowed until he couldn’t help but blast his cream past my tonsils to the very core of my being.

“Oh my god… Oh my god…” he cried, stuttering out every last drop. And after detonating what seemed like a full cup of liquid, he was finally calm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…”

“I liked it, Luke. I really liked it,” I sighed, swiping the excess unguent from around my lips.

“But I wanted to cum inside of you.”

“You did cum inside of me,” I giggled.

“You know what I mean.” He tucked a curl behind my ear and stroked gently down the side of my cheek.

“So we’ll have to wait a bit, won’t we? I’m sure there are other things we can think of doing to pass the time.” I plucked affectionately at his chest hairs.

“I’m sure we can.” His eyes sparkled. “Now get on your hands and knees. I want to see your ass.”

Before I knew it, I was on all fours and Luke was feasting and foraging – his tongue and fingers everywhere at once. It didn’t take long and miraculously, he was hard again. Then, without hesitation, he slid on a condom and plunged into my pouting, aching pussy, his cock so thick and so long that at first it was almost unbearable. As he progressed however, I reveled in the sensation of feeling so completely filled, and it only took about ten thrusts, and I was reeling from a second release, the contractions of which surged through me over and over and over again.

Behind me, Luke was ramming his way to another climax as well, slapping at my ass and pulling at my hair for all he was worth. “Jaaaasmiiiiiine…” he roared, his voice a rough entreaty, his nails biting into my flesh. As crazy as things got, I still tried to bank every detail, from the itch of the quilt on the bed, to the musty, flowery smell of the room, to the closeness of the air. Sadly, I knew it would probably never happen again.

When it was all over, we both lay in silence, the light on the wall flickering on and off, the mood between us a soulful communion. There were no words to describe what had just taken place. It was indeed a magical moment that I was sure neither one of us would ever forget.

The next day, our team won the tournament, Vaughan scoring the winning goal of the final game. Soccer season had definitely ended with a bang.

-A. Fox

The Librarian

I had been going to the same library for several years and had taken notice of the tall flat-chested librarian. At 5'6", I have always been attracted to taller women. Unlike most guys, I get really turned on my women with small tits.

The librarian, Kari, tended to wear loose fitting tops. It was kind of hard to tell, but it appeared that she might be totally flat up there. Believe me, I spent a lot of time checking her out.

After two years of fantasizing, I finally got the courage to ask her out. I was a little surprised when she asked me if this was a joke. I assured her that I was serious. She apologized and said that she rarely gets attention from men "for obvious reasons" that she couldn't talk about in the library.

After the library closed, we went out to dinner. At the restaurant, Kari told me she had pretty much given up on men because of her height (5'11") and her flat chest. I confessed that those are the things that attracted me to her.

After dinner, she agreed to go to my apartment. Once we were alone, she turned into an animal, kissing me passionately. She said it had been years since she "had" a man and she asked if I would be interested in her that way.

I began to remove her top but she protested saying that made her too nervous. I assured her that I would be fine with her tits, but she insisted and instead removed her pants AND panties.

Wasting no time, I dived between her legs and ate her wet pussy. She groaned and then screamed as I first licked then sucked on her erect clit. After about ten minutes of intense pussy eating, I stood up and got undressed.

Kari gasped when she saw my hard cock. I told her I wished I was bigger (I am only about five inches). She said it even looked too big and intimidating.

Kari had me lie down, then started stroking my cock. She apologized for her uneven stroking and said that she didn't have much experience in that area. I said she was doing fine.

After a few minutes I told her I was ready to burst. She stood my dick up and inserted it into her wet pussy. I was so turned on as I had never experienced a pussy so tight.

Several times I had to stop thrusting to avoid premature ejaculation. After the second time, she asked what was wrong. I told her she was getting me too excited and that I would cum if I hadn't stopped. Kari said I shouldn't hold back. Now I was in heaven!

I reached up and pulled her top up, exposing her chest. She was the smallest I had ever seen- as small as a woman can be without being completely flat. That was it! As soon as I saw them, my cock began spurting out of control. Kari came too, amazed but turned on that I was so into her.

Over the next two hours, I shot my load three more times- first in missionary position, second from behind. Then the third time I was unable to maintain an erection. Undaunted, she offered to "massage" my member, which she did until I released my fourth load of the night.

No woman had ever made me cum four times in such a short space of time. I can't even count the number of orgasms she had.

The next day I returned to the library and saw that she was wearing, for the first time, a rather tight t-shirt instead of one of those baggy tops. She told me that if guys didn't like her body, that was their problem.

I told her that her outfit was getting me worked up. She told me she couldn't talk about this stuff in public but that she was available for another date that evening.

That was the beginning of my relationship with Kari. We have been married for six years now. She has become quite comfortable with her flat chest, knowing that at least one man gets hard just thinking about it.

-Danny

Dinner With A Twist

It was just a fantasy...that became real... My husband and I always talk about the "What would you do?" fantasies...

We just got our new vacation home and were discussing on our way to the home if I would have sex with men to save my husband's life...I assured him I would do whatever it took to make sure he lived.

We arrived at our home and headed to the beach. We laid in the sand, went in the water, swam and splashed each other for hours...we really enjoy each other's company. We talked about taking out the jet ski's tomorrow and then the sun started to set and we got on the subject of dinner.

We decided to go to one of our favorite restaurants that overlook's the bay...so we walked home and started to get ready. My husband showered first and as always was in and out quickly. As I started into the bathroom, he gently ran his hand across my belly and around to my ass. His touch always gets me started...his hands always explore me while we make love.

I started the shower and I undressed slowly. I first untied my sundress and let it slowly slide down my body, that silky feel across my skin gives me tingles. I then untied my top and slowly let the strings slide down my breasts, I reached around back and untied the rest and I let it drop to the floor. My nipples were swollen and breasts hard. I stood there just running my fingernails around my areola's as the wetness began. I slid my bottoms down to my ankles and before I stepped out of them I ran my nails up the inside of my calves and thighs...stopping just before....I gently stroked the inside of my thighs with my nails...wanting to touch myself...but I thought wait...wait for it...I could feel it building inside of me...the chills were going up and down my spine...I was close...a little more...almost there...and when I couldn't take it any more...I ran my finger thru my wet lips, gently penetrating my pussy and then up to my clit and.....

Boom, one flick on my clit and I came. My body convulsed and I shivered. I am going to sex up my husband all night tonight. I stepped into the shower and the water from the hand held kept me all wound up. I took it off and explored my body, teasing myself by gently and quickly passing it over my clit and then back to my taint spot and back to my clit again...and again. That massaging setting was driving me crazy. I put it back and I got all soapy...running my hands all over my body. I love to play with my nipples when they are all soapy...you can move your hands so fast over them, the sensations are incredible. I finally caught my breath (after I heard my husband yell..."Are you ready?") and I wasn't even close to being ready...the only thing I was close to being ready for was another orgasm.

But I thought, dress sexy and tease him all dinner long, then stop at the bar on the way home for some margarita's and then let the fun begin.

I toweled off and walk into the closet, I grabbed my white lace thong panties and my multi colored sundress along with my 5 inch open toed heals. I hung the dress by the vanity I slid my panties on and I sat down to do my make up. I have a delicious body lotion that tastes great so I started to rub that all over me, I then did my make up and my hair, I slid the dress on...slowly to let it glide down my body. A little perfume and it was time to entertain my husband.

He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me, and all he could say was "Wow you look stunning"...yes he knows what to say to get me aroused. He slid his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. We then walked to the car and headed for the restaurant.

Dinner as usual was delicious, ceviche, then grilled sea bass with mixed vegetables and of course...two margarita's. The entire time I kept taking my foot out of my shoe and running it up my husband's thigh. After my second margarita, I moved my chair next to his, so I could massage his cock while I kissed his neck. He has great control...but twice I felt him throbbing really hard like he was going to cum...so I backed off and talked to him. But occasionally I would give his cock a gentle squeeze to make sure he was still hard....He was!

-Anonymous

A Teddy Bear Stole My Girl

It all started very innocently after I saw an ad on the internet for one of those life-sized Teddy Bears to send your girlfriend for Valentine’s Day. It had a beautiful red ribbon around the neck and looked very lifelike and fluffy in the photo. I was worried that it would not arrive before the magical romance day but it showed up at my Doreen’s door right as promised the afternoon just before Valentine’s Day.

She called me on her phone and texted me a nice thank you message and a photo of the thing sitting on her bed with all her other small dolls and furry animals. I was just a little bit jealous because I had never been inside the “inner sanctum” myself because her parents frowned on male friends in her bedroom.

My Doreen was a petite brunette with the prettiest backside in Albuquerque, New Mexico. We pretty much used that portal to get all the important business out of the way on those special times when she allowed me to pull her panties down. I had been constantly reminded of the 1,001 reasons why sliding my cock into her baby maker was simply “out of the question”.

I was not beyond begging Doreen to use her mouth on me when she was pressed for time and unable to get into position for spreading her ass cheeks nice and wide for entry. I figured we were both happy with that arrangement because it relieved her from the stress of worrying about an accidental pregnancy and I was able to shoot my loads with heartfelt satisfaction whenever I wanted. I felt certain that Doreen’s mom knew exactly when her daughter was taking it either in her pretty ass or between her soft red lips. Doreen’s mom was an attractive woman with lots of dedicated work at the church committees under her belt.

The father was always a little bit out of it and I suspected he was either on some sort of medication or he was slipping into early Alzheimer’s in a relaxed sort of way.

I know it probably sounds a little perverted of me but had sort of a thing for Doreen’s mom ever since I had seen her in her undies on the back porch hot tub. She had a small pot belly and her round globes did droop slightly instead of standing up pertly like Doreen’s brilliant ass cheeks. There was just something about the way she moved or licked her lips when she was thinking that never failed to get me aroused beyond hope of relief. Most of the time, I just cornered Doreen in a closet and let her take care of things with her mouth while I imagined it was her mom’s head between my legs.

Doreen sent me a couple of more photos of Ralph. It was the name she had given my present and I have to admit I was a little put out because I knew she had a relationship with a guy called Ralph a scum pond piece of pure trailer trash doing time in jail for being a public nuisance. He was stupidly pissing on the mayor’s flowers right in front of city hall under the influence of too many beers in too short of a time and he expressed no regrets in the courtroom. That earned him a stiff six months in the city jail with no time off for good behavior. I was incensed that “Ralph” was sitting right on top of Doreen’s bed and I couldn’t even get in the door. The last picture she sent me was a little confusing because a pair of Doreen’s pretty thongs was wrapped around Ralph’s neck instead of his pretty ribbon. It almost looked like he was kissing the damn things with a devious intent.

I had asked Doreen for a pair of her used thongs one night after we had a real good anal session but she told me they were too expensive and she liked them too much to part with them. I suspected she was just being obnoxious not wanting me to get my jollies with them alone in the bed at home in the dark.

The sight of the silly Teddy Bear called Ralph with my Doreen’s thongs around his neck was too much to bear. I had these images of her coupling with the toy like it was a lover and riding him hard until she exploded in a frenzy of female juices and shouts of joy.

To prove my point, I snuck into her bedroom when they were all downstairs eating a dried out roast that was so far overcooked, I suspected Doreen was instrumental in its preparation. I was supposedly visiting the washroom, but headed right to her room to set up a tiny spy cam in her air vent. It was in perfect working order and aimed right in the center of her pink fluffy bed. I was on my way home early because Doreen had complained of a terrible headache and I was only too glad to be on my way to view her activities on top of the soft fluffy bed.

It was pretty quiet until about 11PM when I saw my girlfriend come in from the bathroom wearing only flip-flops and an orange towel on her head to hold her wet hair. My hand went immediately to my crotch as soon as I saw her pretty cheeks bouncing with every step. I knew how tight her back door was and how much she liked stretching it for my thick cock. She pulled the big bear from the top of the bed and placed it underneath her in the middle of the bed. Doreen leaned forward and kissed the stupid toy right on his plastic lips and wrapped her naked legs around his brown shaggy hair. The cam had a little sound receiver and I could hear her talking to the fur ball like it was a real person.

“Oh, Ralph, I need it inside me real bad baby.”

I could see her rubbing her naked body all over the silly thing and heard her groan like she was being made to take it like a bad girl waiting to be punished. I watched her hand move to her own backside and pull her cheek open to gain access to her tight little pucker hole. When she started to push her finger inside the special place, I knew she was starting to work up a fine orgasm on top of the life-sized toy.

She took the hairy paw and shoved it between her ass cheeks as hard as she could. I could see the bed moving with the force of her humping and pressing the toy down hard into the mattress.

The orgasm came with a whole lot of shaking and whimpering like she was getting it for the very first time. I began to wonder if her little acts of excitement were just an act to make me feel good and that she was not as enthused about my cock after all.

I wanted to run down to her house and beat the shit out of that son of a bitch Ralph for making my girl take it like that. Then, I saw her situate the bear’s head right under her heart-shaped bottom and she rode his happy face with her ass crack until I could see the beads of sweat break out on her forehead. She was kind of half-gasping and half-whining now just before she lost all control and tried to rip his legs and arms off in a fit of uncontrollable passion. I had never seen anything like that before and I was suddenly a little sorry for poor Ralph because he didn’t ask for any of this.

Doreen’s mom came into the picture having entered the room without knocking and she whacked my little sweetie pie right on her pretty buttocks.

“Get off that thing right now young lady!”

My Doreen jumped up and tried to hide her naked goodies.

Her mom twisted her arm behind her back and pulled her across her skirts for a well-deserved spanking. Each time she gave it to her good and hard, I whacked my dick and laughed at Doreen’s pleas for mercy. I was able to shoot my full load before she even got to a full dozen because I was so hot and bothered from the whole episode.

I noticed that her straight and narrow mom managed to get some fingers into Ralph’s furry bottom and right up between his legs before she left her daughter alone to repent for her depraved behavior. Apparently, the attractive middle-aged woman was a lot more hot-blooded than her cold exterior indicated. I realized she was probably in need of some action of her own because her spouse was off in never-never land without any desire for her ripe and ready female slit.

At this point, I was not certain if I were more aroused by the sight of Doreen’s nicely rounded flanks pounding poor Ralph or the look of her mother’s face as she cuddled the romantic teddy bear toy.

The following evening, I brought Doreen home early from the picture show. She looked pretty as she followed her mother’s instructions and headed straight up the staircase to bed. I suspected her eagle-eyed mom had spotted the traces of my cum on the corners of her lipstick smeared mouth and easily deduced my creamy load was in Doreen’s tummy. I wondered if she would comment on it to me or just pretend not to notice and say nothing.

The husband mumbled something about a meeting in the morning and stumbled up the stairs right after Doreen. Doreen’s mom just kept knitting at a furious pace on the sofa and I was uncertain if I should make my exit or hang around to see if she was in the mood for male company. I got my answer in a hurry as she put her knitting down, took the clips from her long black hair and let it flow down in twin rivers on top of her carefully covered breasts. I pictured the sight of her beautiful hair on top of her naked boobs swaying in rhythm to my cock pounding her pussy.

She got up and moved to the dresser slowly pouring two glasses of her husband’s favorite scotch.

“I think you need a drink young man to replenish the liquids you poured down my daughter’s throat.”

I am certain my face must have turned beet red because that is exactly what I had done only a short hour before.

“She likes me to do that best of all. I assure you she is still a virgin, ma’am.”

Her mom sat next to me on the smaller love-seat and my cock started to rise because the entire side of her ripe body touched mine with the heat of anticipated copulation. I looked at her with a questioning glance and she treated me to her promising eyes and the placement of her free hand right on my stiffening cock. That was all the signal I needed and I hastened to release my prick for her inspection and immediate use.

Only moments later we were obscenely entwined on the narrow love-seat with her ankles locked around my strong and supple neck. My cock was buried to the hilt in her wet and dancing pussy taking up residence with determined strokes. I liked the way she hissed nasty dirty words in my ear telling me what a bad boy I was to “make” her do such a perverted act. I knew she loved it and would be shattered if I were to withdraw without bringing her to a satisfactory conclusion. I could see the pressure building up in her female core and the happy tears at the corners of her eyes. I just hoped when the flood-gates burst, she would not make a racket and bring the rest of the family down around our ears and in sight of our wildly thrusting bodies locked in depraved excitement.

I hastily beat a retreat after insuring the sex-deprived female achieved a brilliant orgasm that left her smiling with satisfaction and overwhelming content. I saw her at the windowed door with her hand against the glass watching me lurch back to my car with my cock still dripping juices inside my trousers. For some reason, I was already plotting our next tryst without Doreen’s knowledge with rampant speculation about the tightness of her back door hole and her ability to take it up the bum.

I dismantled the cam because I felt it demeaning to spy in such a manner.

The next time I saw Ralph I smiled at the teddy bear toy thinking that he was missing out on the best piece of ass in the household.
-Harrylime

Bree's Last Patient

Briana Holtzman was brilliant. She was a physician, board certified in internal medicine and a successful business woman. With her long, black hair, blue eyes and pale complection, she could only be described as beautiful and she turned men’s heads wherever she went.

In spite of all of this, Briana had a problem. At the age of twenty eight, she had worked hard her entire life to enjoy the kind of life she had attained. There had been no time for a social life or for the usual experiences that prepared her for adult life. She had developed no friends or support group. She was a virgin.

Having otherwise attained her success in life, with idle time on her hands for the first time in her life, she felt the need of those friends and support. For the first time in her life she felt frustration as she found she could no longer control her sexual needs and desires. Her mind was sometimes consumed with her needs. Masturbation, while offering temporary relief, only seemed to exacerbate those needs.

So it was that she sat in her office, eating her noon sandwich and grapes, after a busy morning seeing patients. Suddenly, that all controlling urge came upon her and with an intensity she hadn’t known before. She needed a man. She craved a man to come and take her virginity and satisfy her needs! In response to tose needs, her hand went beneath her skirt and under her panties to her little nubin at the top of her vestibule.

There, her fingers applied a feather touch to her labia and inflamed those passions she was already experiencing. Gradually those fingers found their way into her vagina and massaged to inflame those passions even further. Quickly now, passions were taking control of her powers of reason. . . she needed relief! She needed a man !

Finally, as Bree was losing control, she felt it. . . the welcome rush of fluids from her vagina and the sensation of relief that signaled her orgasm. She began to relax and seek a tissue to clean herself. Then, it was back to work. . . Twelve more patients to see before she could finish her day of recording and office administration.

It was near 5:30 PM when a young man, a walkin without an appointment, was seated in an examining room as she walked in for her last appointment of the day. . . The young man was clearly distressed as Bree picked up his file and saw the note, “This young man has threatened to kill himself and insists that he see a doctor. Wouldn’t say what his problem was.”

“Well, What can I do for you? Young man!” She asked and the young fellow showed a look of horror as he saw her.

He gasped, “My God! You’re a woman. I didn’t know..” Bree felt a tremor of humor as she replied, “Yes! I’m a woman. What can I do for you?

“I can’t talk to a woman”

“Then, Why are you here?”

“I thought you were a man. I didn’t realize . . .”

“Well, I am a doctor and trained to handle all sorts of problems,” Bree said to relax the young man and get to the bottom of his problem.

“I’ll bet not mine.”

“Well, Why don’t you tell me a little about that problem and let’s see.”

Suddenly the young man showed a surge of confidence as he said, “It’s a sex problem.”

Then, as she was preparing to question further her nurse opened the door to the treatment room and asked, “Do you need me any more? It’s past my quitting time.” Bree replied that she had no further need of her nurse and then the office was vacant except for Bree and the young man.

So, what’s the nature of your problem? She asked.

“I’m horny. . . Seems like I’m hard all the time. I can’t think clearly as my hormones are driving me.”

“Have you tried masturbation”

“Probably ten times a day but it doesn’t bring relief. I can’t go on living like this.”

It was as he spoke that Bree realized his problem was very much the same as hers. She began to feel something stirring in her bowels. “Damn!” she thought, “I’m gonna’ be as bad off as him in a minute. Suddenly, an idea developed.

She mulled it over briefly as she made her decision to take this man’s virginity. The decision was made over the strong inner voices of dissent that usually controilled her actions.

“Have you had sex recently? She asked the young man innocently.

“No, I’m single and a pastor of a small church. I’ve sworn to remain chaste until marriage and I’ve never had sex.”

It was time to set her plan in motion. Bree’s resolve stronger than ever, the voices of dissent were abating.

“Never had sex. Well, that’s your problem. Perhaps we can remedy that if you really want to.”

“I want to.”

“Will you do exactly as I say without question? Can you keep what transpires here a secret?”

As she spoke, the young man smiled as he realized the implications of what she was saying. “Yes maam! I can keep a secret . . . except from God, of course!

“Don’t worry about him and his righteousness right now. I’m sure he understands your situation even better than you. Now, take off your clothes and get into this hospital gown” Bree said as she stepped into the adjacent examining room and quickly removed her own clothing save for a hospital surgical suit. She felt her excitement growing and her passions mounting as she anticipated what she was going to do..

When Bree returned to the young man she found her breathing shallow and her flesh flushed with passion. The voices of dissent had faded. She went to the examining table and lowered the upper section flat before placing a blanket over the leather table and asking the young man to lie down on the blanket and get comfortable. She then threw the second blanket over him to cover his modesty as she said, “Now, reach under the blanket and remove your gown.” she said. Standard procedure for an examining room, she thought!

As she turned the blanket down to expose him to the waist, her hand gently brushed his breasts and nipple. The effect on the young man was obvious! He grew even more flushed and his breathing came in shallow gasps. Then, she bent as if to observe him more closely and spoke into his ear, “Are you comfortable?” she whispered.

“Yyyes!!!,”

“Do you like my fingers touching your bare skin?” she asked.

“Yes! Please do it some more?”

With that she increased the tempo of her caresses and her hands covered every bit of his upper torso and the young man’s body was beginning to shiver with passion. Of course, the actions were having their effect on Bree too and she felt herself quicken with a growing passion with each of her caresses.

Having massaged his upper torso, Bree pulled the blanket up and exposed his legs to the upper thighs. There she continued to caress and massage as the man began to emit low animal sounds as she reached his more sensitive areas. As she worked, she bent over so that the top of her hospital uniform hung loosely away from her body and exposed her small, well shaped tits to the young man’s gaze through the loose neck..

By the time her hand reached under the blanket to grip the young man’s extremely hard cock he was wild with passion and this was reflected into Bree who found herself now also extremely excited. . .

Then, suddenly, with a surge of confidence, the young man threw off the blanket, rose up. Grabbed Bree in an embrace, kissed her passionately and put her back on the table where he quickly removed her hospital uniform. There he proceeded to suck on her nipples and caress her groin. The power had shifted from doctor to patient as he took control.

As suddenly as he’d come off the table, he returned over the top of Bree and between her splayed knees. As they came face to face he kissed her violently and she returned the kiss in kind.

As she lay beneath him, Bree knew that her fate was sealed! He was going to fuck her and it was what she wanted. She spoke, “Please go easy, I’ve never done it before.” With that, she steeled herself and prepared for the pain involved in the rupture of her hymen.

Above him, the man fumbled with his cock as he prepared for his first time with a woman also. He fumbled again and again as he sought to put the crown of his tool into her vagina. Then, after several misses, it found it’s mark and settled into place.

With only a quick glance into Bree’s eyes, he moved and his cock slid effortlessly in to it’s fullest penetration. Bree had experienced none of the pain of losing her maidenhood, probably since the hymen had been destroyed by her previous masturbation. The lay together.

Then, after a time, the young man began to experiment; to thrust and withdraw; to move sidewise; and to move his ass in little circles. As he experimented, he noted that each new move seemed to add to their pleasure.

Perhaps a minute or two later, Bree felt the young man stiffen and freeze. “I’m gonna cum!” he said; then it was over.

Then came the afterglow as they lay together. It had been unanticipated as they lay locked together enjoying the peace and tranquility which had been denied them for so long. It might have lasted longer but the young man soon found his penis filled with life and ready for another round. . . or perhaps just a continuation of the first!

This time, Bree felt the need to assume control. . .she was, after all, the attending physician! Or perhaps she was just a powerful woman or . . .

As she moved over the young man and assumed the position on top on the uncomfortable examining table she felt something she’d never really felt before. . . there was an attraction to this man; a kind of warm, cosy desire to be closer to him and to really know his heart and mind. She looked into his eyes and sought communication there.

Then, as she moved to insert the young man’s rather large penis into her, she leaned forward and kissed him. . . a long, meaningful kiss! It was a kiss that addressed the very heart and soul - another first for her!

Moving steadily along, she impaled herself slowly on to his cock and began to ride him cowgirl fashion. Like the young man she was awkward at first and began experimenting to develop new avenues of pleasure as she enhanced the old.

They worked together as Bree’s eyes openly adored her lover and was rewarded with a similar response from him. It was good! The two worked slowly to develop their passions as they made love with their eyes and minds. . .

Minutes passed and Bree felt her passions quickly elevated beyond all previous comprehension as they fucked together. As they worked together, she began to feel her body quicken even more; to reach out for some distant emotional peak. In response, she rode the young man harder and put her very heart and soul into what they were doing.

As the feeling increased she felt the demons of sex within her take control and her reason fade. Nothing mattered except that distant peak which was approaching faster now. The demons pressed her harder.

Soon, with her passions beyond her control, she felt the beginning of her release. . . a crescendo of conflicting feelings and emotions too powerful to resist or alter. Her demons were in total control, responding only to her needs and desires. . .

Then, even as she lived out her peak, she felt the young man’s cock jerk and spew forth it’s contents into her belly.

It was her first! Her first real orgasm and she reveled in it as she lay belly to belly and kissed and caressed his neck and shoulders while the afterglow overtook them. Then as the passion of their act faded and the peace and serenity that followed enveloped them, they continued to lay together.

Whe the young man’s flaccid cock slipped from her, Bree felt a loss. . . something was gone and the spell of the afterglow was being broken by reality. At first, she’d tried to maintain it but the press of the real world was too great.

Finally, she moved off the young man and after a few awkward moves removed herself from the examining table and handed her lover a hospital go0wn, “Here, take this and go down to the bathroom and cleasn yourself; then put on this clean gown.”

As the man departed, Bree hurried to her own quarters and cleaned herself before redressing and donning her white doctor’s coat; then returning to the man in the examining room.

There, she handed the young man a stack of forms, “Here are the forms to fill out if you want to be a patient of mine,” she said, “I assume you do wish to be a patient of mine.” The man needed no urging as he busied himself with the forms.

Then, as he handed her the completed forms she said simply, “Next week, Same time. Don’t be late.” and ushered him out the door.

She noted on the form that the young man’s name was John Dingham.

A few minutes later, she sat charting her notes on the visit. . . She would have to be very careful how she worded her report if his health insurance were to pay for this office visit!

-bobjj123