Naughty Aunty

I mentioned on Twitter that I’ve started having little fantasies about my nephew recently.  It’s all yours’s faults! I never thought of my sweet nephew in a sexual way until you guys started asking me about him and putting some very inappropriate ideas in my horny head.  He’s too young now for any monkey business, but I’ve been projecting a few years into the future and imagining myself as the naughty aunt.  My fantasy is still in the crude early stages, so I was thinking that I could indulge my latent exhibitionist desires and develop it a bit more right here in front of everyone.

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My nephew Adam has started high school, had an impressive growth spurt, and has obviously been blessed already by the most meaningful stages of puberty.  About the same time I noticed that he’d sprouted hair under his arms, I also noticed that he was looking at me in a different way.  I do my best to ignore it, but his curious gaze tends to linger on my bare legs when I’m wearing shorts, or on my chest when I’m wearing just about anything.  I don’t want to admit it, not even to myself, but his adolescent attentions make my heart go a little faster.  My family would kill me if they ever caught on that I had begun dressing slightly more provocatively on purpose when I knew Adam would be around.

I stop by on a Saturday afternoon to drop some things off that I borrowed for a dinner party, and find that my brother is rather upset about something.

“Where’s Adam?” I ask, hoping I didn’t “forget” to put on a bra for nothing.

“He’s in his room, grounded,” my brother grumbles.

“Aww, what’d he do?”

My brother hesitates, wrestling with his own embarrassment.  “I went to say goodnight to him last night and when I walked in he was on his computer looking at porn and…you know…”  He made a quick jerking motion with his hand.

“Please tell me you didn’t ground him for playing with himself.”

“No, it wasn’t that, it was the porn.  I took his computer and phone away for a month.”

“Wow, our little Adam is growing up fast.”  The thought of my young nephew looking at naked ladies and beating off gives rise to a flutter in my tummy.  “You didn’t start looking at porn until you were at least sixteen, and then all you had was a few water-logged copies of Hustler.”

My brother’s eyes go wide.  “How do you know about that?”

“Really?  Your super-secret hiding place was under your mattress, Captain Obvious.”  My brother has no clue how much time I’d spent secretly studying his dirty hidden treasures with my panties pulled down around my knees.

“I should ground you, too.”  He began putting away the stuff I’d brought over to cover his renewed embarrassment.  “I always knew you were a snoop,” he mutters.

“My point is that you did the same thing when you were a boy.  If you had the internet when you were his age, tell me you wouldn’t have been doing exactly what he was doing.”

“That’s not the point.  I told him he could only have internet access if he was responsible about it and I could trust him not to look at that kind of stuff.  I even installed software that was supposed to block adult sites.”

“Never underestimate the ingenuity of a horny teenage boy.”

He gives me a look that tells me he’s none too happy about me referring to his son that way.  Before he can tell me that it’s time for me to mind my own business, his phone rings.  After a brief, frustrated exchange with his wife he hangs up.

“Beth has a flat tire.  Mind staying with Adam for an hour while I run out?”

“No problem.”  I can’t help teasing him a little.  “As long as I’m allowed to use the computer.”

He just shakes his head in exasperation, grabs his keys and heads out.  I listen for the sound of his car receding into the distance.  I’m in the house alone with my porn-deprived nephew.  The flutter in my tummy moves lower.  I better check on him to make sure he’s all right.

I snug my shorts up a little higher, and check my free-hanging boobs to make sure I’m not being overtly showy.  I knock and open his door without waiting for an invitation in the vague hopes of catching him doing something naughty with himself.  No luck.  Adam lies on his bed wearing earbuds listening to an ancient iPod that he must have dug up from the bottom of a drawer somewhere.  He attempts to hide it when he sees me come into his room.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to rat you out.”

Adam puts the earphones and clunky music player aside, looking sulky.  Despite his mood, I don’t miss the way his eyes still flick to my bare legs for a fleeting second.  I sit down on his bed and pat his knee in sympathy for his plight.

“Your dad told me what happened last night.”

Adam’s face goes crimson as he pulls a pillow over his face.  “Oh, God!”

“Oh, stop being a baby.”  I pull the pillow away.  “It’s not that big a deal.”

He can’t look at me and stares up at the ceiling instead.  “Mom and Dad gave me the lecture, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“I’m not going to lecture you, Adam.  I just want to make sure you’re okay.”  I give his knee a friendly squeeze.  If I move my hand up about two feet, I could give something else an even friendlier squeeze.  “C’mon, you know that everyone masturbates at your age.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a mortified groan.

“I know I masturbated every chance I got when I was fourteen.”  I wait to see if this has any impact on him.

The lump in his throat bobs, and he opens one eye to look at me and see if I’m being serious.

“We didn’t have the internet, but I still managed to find porn to look at.  Back then we had to get by with dirty magazines.  You kids today don’t know how good you’ve got it.”

“Aunt Rachael, why are you telling me this stuff?”

I rub his leg just above his knee with lascivious intent.  “I want to be sure you know that even though your father is upset with you, and you’re being punished, that you have nothing to be ashamed of.”  I feel a little lightheaded knowing I’m about to say what I’m going to say.  “Don’t tell anyone, but I like to look at porn on the computer and masturbate, too.  I was did it last night, as a matter of fact, probably around the same time as you.”

Both eyes came open with that.  His mouth works, but no words came out at first.  “Seriously?  No, you’re lying.  Girls…or women, I mean, don’t do stuff like that.”

“I’m being honest with you, Adam.  You’d be surprised what we girls get up to.”  I convince myself that I can detect a slight change in a certain area of his pants.  “We enjoy playing with ourselves just as much as you boys do.  Trust me, I know.”

He blinks and shakes his head slightly in wonderment.  His eyes sneak a quick peek at my chest.  I’m sure he spotted my stiff nipples poking up beneath my shirt.  Just another one of the many benefits of going braless.  There’s no mistaking the bulge now forming in my nephew’s jeans.

“Okay, well, thanks, Aunt Rachael,” he stammers quickly.  “I feel better now, so I guess I’ll see you later.”

I smile at his effort to get rid of me.  “You don’t have to be embarrassed about getting an erection in front of me, Adam.  I don’t mind it at all.”  I take a look and see that his bulge has elongated along an upward angle almost reaching his belt.  “I’m your aunt, and that means I’m going to love you no matter what.  Understand?”

“Uh…I guess so.”  His cheeks are once again bright red.

“It’s just that I know how confusing sex can be when you’re young, and I want to do whatever I can to help make it okay for you.”  My hand moves further up his thigh and I’m tempted to grab him through his pants, but I manage to control myself.  “I’ve noticed the way you look at me sometimes.”

“Look at you?”  He swallows nervously.  “I…I’m sorry, it’s only that—”

“You don’t need to apologize, Adam.  I’m flattered that you like to look at my legs.”  I lift one of my feet, stretching my leg out as I do for him to admire, which he does.  “And I don’t mind when you try to peek down my shirt.”  I leaned forward enough for him to see down my v-neck and confirm that I wasn’t wearing a bra.  “It’s like a fun little game between us.”

“You knew?”

“It’s something you have a sort of sixth sense about when you’re a woman.”  I sit up and adjust my top so my nipples stand out all the more.  He now knows that I know they’re showing through my shirt and that I’m inviting him to look.  My nephew doesn’t pass up the opportunity and gawks openly at my chest, bringing a warm flush to my own cheeks.  “Do you like my body, Adam?”

He doesn’t know how to respond.  “You’re my aunt,” he mumbles unsure.  “We’re family.”

“True.  But I’m also a woman.  A woman with legs, and breasts,” I cup one of my tits briefly and let my fingertips brush over my hard nipple.  “And other things.”  My hand trails down suggestively to my lap.  “Do you ever think about me when you masturbate, Adam?”

From the shocked look on his face he wasn’t expecting that question.  All he can do is give a slight nod.

“How do you think about me when you’re stroking yourself?”

“I don’t know…naked, mostly, I guess.”

“You think about seeing your Aunt Rachael naked?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to see me naked, Adam?”

There’s a slight edge of panic growing in his expression as he tries to wrap his head around what’s happening.  “I…I don’t know…maybe?”

“It’s just that I feel bad that our talk has given you this big hard-on, and since your father took away your computer you don’t have anything to look at while you relieve the tension I’ve caused.”  I run my touch along the top of my thigh to my knee and back up just under the edge of my shorts.  “Because I feel partly responsible for your predicament, I thought it only fair for me to help you out.”

“Help me out?”

“I was thinking that since you don’t have any porn to look at, that I could be your porn.”

“You?”

“I could take all my clothes off, like the girls you look at on the internet, and you could take all your clothes off.”  My heart races in my chest.  I can’t believe I’m hearing myself saying these things to my own nephew.  If my brother knew I was doing this he would kill me, disown me, and then kill me again.  And that would be merciful compared with what my sister-in-law would do.

“And you want me to…”  He can’t bring himself to say it.

“To what?”

“Masturbate?” he whispered.

“That’s my idea.  I get naked, and you jerk off to me like I’m one of your porn chicks.”

Adam swallows hard.  He looks a little pale now.  The poor kid is going to have a stroke if I don’t move things along.  Not only that, but I don’t have long before his mom and dad get back.

“I’ve never, you know, been naked in front of a girl before.”

“Sure you have.  Don’t forget, I used to give you baths when you were little.”  The thought of that makes me feel more dirty and perverse than I want to in the moment.

To distract myself from these disturbing thoughts, I pull my shirt off over my head.  I sit on my nephew’s bed topless, not really believing I just did that.  I hear the gasp from Adam and know it isn’t a fantasy any longer – it’s really happening.

“Now you,” I say.

Adam leans forward and takes off his t-shirt.  He still has a bit of baby fat around his middle, but he’s showing some muscle definition in his chest and shoulders that he never had before.  I stand and quickly pull my shorts down before I chicken out.  My heart hammers in my chest.  The excitement of what I’m doing combines with the abject fear of getting caught by my brother, creating an intensely erotic mixture.  Adam shucks off his jeans after some difficulty undoing his belt.

I stand in nothing but a pair of plain white undies.  He lies on his bed in blue Nike boxers with a pronounced bulge showing.  I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pause.

“You want me to take these off?”

“Yes…please,” he manages to croak.

“You’re sure you want to see your Aunt Rachael’s pussy?”

He nods earnestly.  “Uh-huh.”

I steel my jumping nerves and slide my panties down the length of my legs to my ankles, then step out of them.  I stand up straight, presenting myself in all my naked glory to my nephew.  His marveling stare excites me in ways I should be ashamed of.  He can’t see much down there except for my freshly shaven mound and maybe a hint of my outer lips, but he appears more than happy with that.  Adam quickly yanks down his boxers, freeing his young erection.

It looks to be just over five inches in length, but it’s as hard as I’d ever seen one get.  And his balls were of a size that rivaled any man I’ve seen.  I feel a twinge of guilt for being so aroused by my nephew’s still developing penis.  The preciously lustful look on his face, however, makes up for it.  How often do you get to make someone’s dreams come true?

“Should I go ahead and do it?” he asked in a breathy rush of words.  “Jerk it, I mean.”

“Hold on, how about if we switch.  You stand up, here.”  As he gets out of bed his erection accidentally hits against my hip, causing my clit to throb.

“Sorry,” he apologizes automatically.

I just pat his cheek to let him know it’s perfectly okay.  I then get onto his bed, lying crossways, and settle back, propping myself up on my elbows.

“Yeah, this is much better,” I say, feeling both a little nauseous and disgusted with myself for what I was about to do.

I spread my legs.

My pussy is on full display to my fourteen-year-old nephew.  He stares at my lady parts slack jawed and disbelieving.

“Wow…” is all he can muster.

“Oh, c’mon, Adam, you’ve seen plenty of pussies before.”

“Yeah, but those weren’t real like yours is, Aunt Rachael.”  He has no idea how cute he sounds.

“Well, don’t be shy.  Just do what you would do if I were one of your online porn sluts.”

“Okay, but you’re not really like them.”

I reached down and spread my outer pussy lips apart for him, holding nothing back.  “Yes, I am.”

When he sees this he can’t resist.  He grabs his valiant hard-on and starts jacking it.

“There you go,” I encourage him, still not fully comprehending the reality of what I’m doing.  “Jerk that hard cock of yours for Aunty.”

“Oh, God,” he whimpers as he strokes himself.

“This is what you wanted, right?  You wanted to see me naked.  You wanted to see my tits and my pussy, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” he blurted in pathetic confession.  “You’re so sexy, Aunt Rachael.  I couldn’t help it.”

“Well, here I am, Adam.  Just for you.  How do you like it?”

“You’re better than any porn I’ve ever seen ever!  I can’t believe it.”

I spread myself wider.  “Look at that, Adam.  Look at my pussy while you jerk off.  You like that?  You like looking at my cunt?  Maybe when you’re older I’ll let you put your cock in there.  Do you want that, Adam?  Do you want to fuck your Aunty’s cunt someday?”

He moaned suddenly like a wounded animal and cum began spraying out of his cock as he beat it wildly in front of me.  I felt droplets of semen land on my shins and feet as his jizz flew everywhere.

I wasn’t planning for this to go any farther than it already did, but I’m too caught up in the moment to think straight.  I begin masturbating with an intensity that I hadn’t felt in years.  My nephew looks on with his dripping cock in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Adam, but Aunt Rachael has to cum, too.”  I furiously strum my clit and finger fuck my sopping wet hole at the same time.  I shouldn’t be doing this in front of him, but all my inhibitions have completely melted away.

“Let me see your cock, Adam.  Show Aunty you beautiful cock.”

He does his best to display it for me, spunky goo still leaking from the tip.  The reality that my nephew just made himself cum while looking at my naked cunt hits home and my orgasm explodes.  Bright lights, squeaking bed springs, convulsing vagina, clenched jaw, strangled cries of ecstasy, and my pussy.  My pussy!  My twat!  My fuck hole!  My motherfucking cunt!

My body comes to rest after a thrashing fit and I’m high from lack of oxygen.  I float happily in a world removed, knowing that my nephew can easily take advantage of me in this vulnerable moment and I wouldn’t even resist.  I can feel my cunt dripping down onto his bed sheets.

“Can I do one more?” I hear his small voice from a distance.

“Yes,” I respond without thinking.  “But hurry, your parents will be home soon.”  I take my hands away from my spent pussy so he can have a clear view of me down there.  It must look like a roughed-up mess after the abuse I just put my pussy through.  The sound of him fervently jacking his prick brings a languid smile to my face.

“I wish I had my camera,” he cursed as he leaned in to get a closer look, his hand never slowing on his teen cock.

“Get a good look while you can, this might be a one-shot deal.”  Even as I speak those words I know it’s a lie.  I may be able to control myself for a while, but I know I’m going to end up doing this with him again someday.  Most likely someday soon.  “What about my ass, Adam?  Do you like Aunty Rachael’s ass?”

“Definitely!” he assured me without a moment’s hesitation.

“Would you like to see my asshole?  I’ll show it to you if you want.”

“Seriously?  Yes!  Please, please, yes!”

I lifted my legs, bringing my knees back almost to my ears.  This opened me up down there nicely, but it wasn’t enough.  I reached around, planted my hands at the crease between my butt cheeks and upper thighs and pulled myself wider.  I never felt like such a shameless slut in all my life.  I’d never even posed like this for my husband.

“There it is, Adam.  There’s my asshole, all for you.  Aunt Rachael is your porn slut.  Cum for me, Adam.  Make that sexy cock cum for your horny Aunt.”  I started to lose it again.  “Look at my cunt, Adam.  Look at my asshole.  Jerk it for me!”

I start slapping my clit, and slapping it hard.  I’d never had the impulse to do this before, but all of the sudden it’s the only thing that makes sense.  Adam cries out and once again begins spurting ropes of potent semen in all directions.  I give my pussy a quick succession of half a dozen sharp slaps and just like that I’m cumming again too.  We are both enraptured in the turmoil of our individual masturbatory climaxes for several moments before quiet once against settles over the boyish bedroom around us.

I lie still, staring up at the model airplane dangling from a fishing line.  The Transformers poster sits just within my peripheral vision.  What the hell have I done?  I shake my head in an effort to banish any doubts.  I can’t remember having a sexual experience as intense and wonderful as I just had.  I refuse to dismiss that, no matter how wrong it is.

“Are you okay, Adam?” I ask weakly, unable to lift my head to look at him.

“Are you kidding?  I’ve never been more okay in my life.”  His voice is shaky and carries a tone of awestruck incredulity.

“I don’t want you to feel weird about what just happened.  You have to be honest with me.”

“Well, geez, it was totally weird, Aunt Rachael,” he chuckled nervously.  “But it was the best weird there could ever be.”

That makes me feel even warmer and gooier inside than I already do.  I don’t want to move, but I know I have to.

“We’ve got to get dressed and clean up before we get caught.”  I look around for my underwear among the clutter of toys and sports gear covering his floor.  “Nobody can know about this.  You understand that, right?”

He zips his fingers across his lips, turns the key, and throws it away, just as I always did when he told me a secret when he was little.  He mumbles something through sealed lips that I take to be a promise never to speak of the time his nasty aunt got naked, then spread her pussy and ass for him to whack off over.

“That’s my boy.”  I hold out my arms.  “Come give me a hug.”

He practically lunges at me and wraps his arms around me.  One more growth spurt and he would be taller than me.  His sweaty chest presses against my ribs, my tits mash against his collar bones.  I feel his hard, wet-tipped cock bobbing between my thighs.  One arm is around my back, the other is lower.  Low enough that he’s able to grab a handful of one of my ass cheeks.  I have to admire him for that.  I attempt not to dwell on how badly I want that underdeveloped cock of his inside me, and break the hug.  I give him a kiss on the end of his nose, then another, longer kiss on his lips before I step into my panties and go about putting myself back together.

My brother and Beth get home less than ten minutes after we’ve finished dabbing up all of their son’s jizz that we could find.  They’re both in a huff and don’t seem to notice anything strange has happened.  I make a quick exit, shooting Adam a conspiratorial wink on my way out.  I only make it about halfway home before I have to pull around to the back of a strip mall and park behind a dumpster.  Once I’m sure I’m well enough hidden, I jam my hand down into my shorts and bring myself off to a frantic double orgasm while entertaining illicit thoughts of teaching my nephew the fine art of cunnilingus, with a touch of analingus thrown in for good measure.

Maybe my brother would welcome an offer to babysit his grounded son for him next weekend so he could take Beth out for a night on the town…

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Okay, as with most things I write, that was much longer than I anticipated! I don’t know about you, but it definitely got me off a few times as I wrote it, and I know it will bring me off many more times in the future as I continue to refine it. It’s very strange for me to be adding a new incest scenario to my masturbation repertoire, but it’s also an exciting prospect. I do feel bad for taking advantage of my darling nephew like this, even if it is only in my dirty little mind (and now in yours). I don’t anticipate ever actually acting on this fantasy, but who knows what the future will bring?

P.S. I wrote this quick and didn’t do a careful proofread, so please forgive my typos and slip ups.

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After School Special

Did you have a good day at school, Son? I wanted to show you Mommy’s new tattoo. Do you like it? Come take a closer look. No, hon, my tattoo is up here. Why do you keep looking between Mommy’s legs? Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s pussy before? Oh, in that case, take your pants off and Mommy will teach you everything you need to know. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time before your father gets home.

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Strapless Wonder

I spotted this intriguing toy on someone’s Twitter, and I can’t stop thinking about it.  It looks like it would be fucking amazing to play with.  My problem is that I don’t have anyone to use it on.  While the prospect of using it on my husband holds a certain appeal for me, I’m fairly sure that the reality of it would likely introduce consequences into our relationship that I’d rather not risk.  And that’s only assuming he’d let me fuck his ass in the first place.

This devious device also has me regretting more than ever that I’m not particularly into sex with women.  I could really have a blast with this thing and a female fuck buddy.  I’m wondering if I were to plug it in, lube it up, and jack off with it whether I would be able to orgasm that way.  I’m seriously considering ordering one without telling my husband and giving that a try.  Just the possibility of being able to stroke my very own cock is driving me wild with perverse excitement.

Have you ever used one of these?  Or have one used on you?

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Sexting Up My Hubby

This is how I started the day

Here’s how it went down last Friday.  Dave, my husband, woke me with a kiss before he left for work.  I got the girls dressed, fed and on the bus.  With the house to myself, I stripped out of my sweatpants, t-shirt, and panties and put on my slinky summer robe.  I didn’t bother tying it, which allowed me quick and easy access to my tits and puss as I did a few chores around the house.  I then sat down at the computer, checked my naughty messages, and then began working on School Nurse Confidential 3.  I tried to keep my legs together as I wrote, but within a few sentences they were spread open.  As I pictured the scene in my head, I could feel my clit begin to throb.  I fingered myself briefly to try to relieve some of the horniness, but that only increased it.  I had the overwhelming desire to feel my husband’s cock inside me.  We hadn’t fucked at all during the week, and I was eager to get some that night.  I decided to start the foreplay early, and sent him a text at work:

Just out of the shower. I’m all clean and shaved down there for you. Don’t know if I can wait for tonight, I might have to start without you.

It only took him a minute to respond:

You are a cruel bitch. Wish I could come home right now and get you all dirty down there. Some ass stain scheduled the product meeting from 2 to 4.  Be home as soon as I can. Keep your hands where I can see them!

It gave me a little tingle knowing that I had him thinking naughty thoughts about me at work.  I went back to writing, but after about fifteen minutes I couldn’t take it anymore.  I sat back and began seriously working my clit.  With my free hand, I typed “mom teaches sex” into Google and clicked on the first video that came up.  I diddled myself while watching a “MILF” fuck a young guy, then fast forwarded to where the mom was messing with a young girl.  I made myself cum when she spread the girl’s butt cheeks and began licking her asshole.  I wanted to keep going and cum some more, but I forced myself away from the computer so I could save some for later.  About an hour after that, I texted Dave again:

Forgot to get dressed after my shower, been walking around naked all morning. I need someone to suck my titties and pussy. Are you expecting any deliveries from UPS today?

It took him a few minutes to reply.  I imagined him getting the message while talking to a co-worker and having to find an excuse to quickly break away.

No UPS, but if you call AAA they’ll send a guy right over.  When you call be sure to let them know what a horny slut you are.  Although, if I find any greasy fingerprints on you when I get home you’re in big trouble!

Are you going to spank me?

Yes – with my cock.

Sounds like more of an incentive instead of a punishment.  Now I’m going to be extra bad.

You’re killin me, Smalls!

I decided that I actually did need to get dressed or I was going to just end up playing with myself until my daughter’s kindergarten bus arrived around noon.  I headed out to the store in an attempt to distract myself from my overactive vagina for a little while.  It almost worked.  As soon as I got home I pulled out my phone.

Had to change my panties. I soaked them through. My pussy is so wet for you. I can’t wait to feel your cock sliding into me.

The comeback was almost instantaneous.

What are you doing to me? At lunch with everyone right now. Pure torture.

Sorry, hon. I hope the thought of my hot, wet pussy waiting to be fucked isn’t making your cock hard in the middle of the restaurant.  I wouldn’t want the women you work with to see what a big horny dick you have.

Evil.

I found that I really was getting a thrill out of the idea of my message giving him a hard-on in his pants, and one of the frustrated women he works with seeing it and wanting it.  I would have never had thoughts like this before I started writing porn.  See how all of you have corrupted me.  I used to be such a good little innocent suburban housewife.  I waited until I knew he was in his meeting before sending my next text:

How’s the meeting going? I was just sitting here playing with my tits and thinking about sucking your balls. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.

It was five minutes before:

You’re really asking for it lady! After all your big talk I hope you’re ready to get fucked silly tonight! Damn I can’t even think straight now. It’s your fault if I get fired.

About 20 minutes later I got another from him:

Can’t stop thinking about your pussy.  Gonna tongue fuck you till you scream!

I didn’t send another until I knew he’d be in the car on his commute home.

Can’t wait to spread my legs for you so you can bury your face in my horny cunt. I’m going to suck your cock so good and eat every drop of cum I can get out of it.

You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck that slutty cunt of yours!

No texting and driving, dear.  And try not to cream in your pants before you get home thinking about how I’m going to spread my ass for you while you’re fucking me doggy style tonight.

This is how I ended the day

Not surprisingly, he was molesting me the minute he walked through the door.  He only managed a few quick gropes, however, before the girls came running to welcome their daddy home.  I did everything I could to torment him for the rest of the evening, and whenever the kids weren’t right there he was pawing at my tits and ass like a starving animal.  As soon as I put the girls down to sleep, he dragged me into the bedroom and got me out of my clothes in no time flat.  A passionate hour of fucking and sucking ensued, which was everything I’d been wanting all day long and more.  He really did give me the hard fucking that he’d threatened, and I had to scream into the pillow so I wouldn’t wake the kids.  I came at least four times, and he got off twice (once in my mouth, as predicted, and once in my pussy).

This would normally be it for us, but after lounging around in bed naked for a while, Dave was up for another round.  There was more fondling and suckling, then he got his butt-spread doggy fuck, as promised.  After he shot his load right onto my asshole, I fingered both my cum sloppy orifices to a wonderful orgasm while he watched.

If you’ve never tried texting as a form of foreplay, I would highly recommend it!

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First Cum, First Served

Why do I love cum so much?  Damned if I know.  Let’s see if we can figure it all out.

My very first encounter with cum was courtesy of my high school boyfriend, Jeremy.  He was a smart guy and was a sort of trustee within the science department at our school.  He helped the teachers clean petri dishes and set up labs, and he had a key.  This key gave him access to various storage areas and closets, and this is where we’d sneak away to after school and make out.  This is also where I completed my first handjob.  I’d stroked him before, but I didn’t quite realize then that there was more to it than just rubbing his dick.  Something started happening during one of our after school sessions, and he begged me to keep going.  I realized he was going to have an orgasm and was very excited by the prospect.  The funny thing was that I assumed it was going to be much like my own orgasms – just a nice tingly feeling that felt good all over.

When a big spurt of white goo shot out of his cock, I literally screamed.  I honestly had no idea that was going to happen.  Sure, I knew that a man deposited sperm in a woman’s vagina in order to make a baby, but for some reason I had assumed that the sperm would come out only under those conditions.  I really didn’t know until that moment that a guy shot out cum every time he orgasmed.  What a revelation!  As more spurts came out and laced his shirt with thick lines of cum I was thoroughly entranced.  It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

What made it such a turn on for me, I think, was that I had done it.  I not only gave Jeremy and orgasm, but I made all that cum shoot out of his cock.  It felt like a huge accomplishment to me back then.  After that, all I wanted to do was to make him squirt cum and watch it happen.  He was, as you could probably guess, very happy with this new obsession of mine.  The sight of a man cumming still gives me a huge thrill to this day.  Poetry in semen.

I would often play with Jeremy’s cum after he’d blown his load for me.  I loved the feel of it between my fingers, and the unique smell of his manly love juice.  It wasn’t until a little later that I discovered I also loved the taste of it.  But that’s a story for another day…

One of the things I find intriguing about the male orgasm is the urge to cum ON something.  Guys, what’s your favorite thing to cum on?  Gals, what do you most like for him to cum on?

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