Loving My Daughter ( In Ways That I Never Thought Was Possible)

All characters are/were over 18 at the times of portrayal.

*****

My wife Andy changed when our daughter became a teenager; I think she thought Janet had become a rival to her. Andy became so dark and spiteful. Things came to a head when Andy became violent with Janet when She was fifteen. Andy tried to strike at her daughter, but Janet youthful reflexes enabled her to push her mother away.

Unfortunately Andy was in the direction of a flight of stairs . . .

Andy survived, but from her hospital bed she set the police on Janet  was taken into custody and I first visited my daughter to comfort her, then to my lawyers and thirdly to the hospital to serve my wife with divorce papers, then back to Janet

I did what I could for Janet but I’m not a lawyer and I’m not rich; the court ended up sending her down for four years, to a young offenders’ institution. I visited regularly and she seemed to be doing okay there. At the very least she kept her head down, finished her schooling inside and got time off for good behaviour.

Janet release came just after her eighteenth birthday, which I was glad about; since any longer and she would have been sent on to a normal prison. We met in the release room, where she signed for her things and her parole.

She hugged me tight for what seemed like an hour; I felt the form of an adult woman pressing against me, where I had only been used to a child before. She was still shorter than me, but she had grown up.

Janet was quiet during the car ride home, except to ask where we were going; I explained I’d moved house, gotten a two-bedroom place for us since the divorce. When we arrived I showed her around and she remained quiet. It was only after I commented that her room was smaller than her old one that she whispered warmly that it was perfect and she hugged me again, pressing her face into my chest and she cried.

I let my daughter get it out; the mass of bottled up emotions she had been concentrating within her. Not letting go of me she sobbed as she told all of her fears, the possibility that I might abandon her, that she might go back to prison, that she had no future, that her mother might come back . . .

(Of course she wouldn’t know that her mother could never come back. A couple of years ago during the divorce she had shown up drunk and tried to attack me. I lost my temper and snapped her neck. I threw her body off of a bridge and with the alcohol in her blood the coroner concluded suicide. I kept all of it from Janet for her mental safety.)

I pulled Janet  off of me and looked her in the eyes. I said that I would be there for her, for as long as I lived, unconditionally. I told her I loved her more than any other person. Jess replied likewise and said she owed me everything.

That evening we had a takeaway and just watched TV together, enjoying each other’s company. I decided to turn in and Janet followed me up.

*****

I was just falling asleep when I heard my bedroom door open. “Daddy, are you asleep?” (Janet had been calling me ‘Dad’ since she was ten, but on seeing me today she had gone back to ‘Daddy’.)

“Not quite, darling, is something the matter?” I asked in the dark.

“I don’t want to be on my own tonight.” She said nervously. “Daddy?”

“Okay.” I replied “It’s a bit of a shock being on your own again isn’t it, having a room to yourself again? Still you’re a grown woman now; just this once, darling.” I lifted up the covers on my bed and I heard her shuffle over until she found the bed in the blackness.

Janet climbed onto the bed and slid in between the sheets. Her hands and legs found my body and she pulled herself against me. “That’s nice.” She said softly as her head rested on my shoulder.

Something was amiss, I felt. Suddenly it came to me and my hand instinctively felt across, feeling only hot skin, not fabric. “Janet, are you wearing pyjamas?”

“Oh Daddy” she giggled. “I’m completely naked. Why don’t you take your ‘jammies off too?” I could feel her hands now feeling over my chest. This wasn’t the touch of a child, it was the touch of an adult; a lover?

“Janet; what are you doing?!” I said with a sense of urgency at the boundary my eighteen year old daughter seemed to be intent on bending, if not outright crossing.

“This is the only way I can thank you, Daddy. I’m here to give you what a man needs.”

“No!” I cried out and reached for the bedside lamp. We both squinted as it suddenly illuminated the scene, I lifted myself to a sitting position. “You don’t need to thank me at all. And I’m your father, this is just wrong. This isn’t how we should be.”

Janet looked at me pleadingly. She was sitting up too, holding the duvet to cover her chest. “But Daddy, I want to. All the time I was inside, you were the one who gave me hope; you gave me the strength to keep going. All I could think about was you, alone out here. Now I’m out, we’re together. We’re both adults. I even kept my virginity inside, to save myself for you.”

“Look darling, I think you’ve got things mixed up; one thing that should be two. I’m your father; I’m here to protect and support you. There will be another man out there for you to find; someone your age with whom you can fall in love with and build a future together.”

“Daddy; but what about your future? I want us to be together.”

“I’ll support you until you find your Way, and I’ll always be here just in case.” I was looking at my daughter torn between the image before me of a naked nymph in my bed, and the person that was my child. I was tempted certainly but I had to think of her actual needs first. “I can’t be your lover too, I’m your father.”

“I don’t care. You’re the only man in my life; I want to give you everything. I’ve had almost three years to think about this and my mind is made up.” Janet said, deliberately dropping the duvet to show off her pert breasts.

One of her legs was wrapped around mine. My cock was erect from the stimulation of her touch and view. She pulled away the duvet and took hold of my cock through my pyjamas.

I reached out and grasped her wrist. “No!” I said firmly.

“Trust me.” Janet replied.

I can’t explain it; my grip slackened and I let go of her wrist. She opened my pyjama Fly and pulled my cock out. I don’t know why I let her, but I felt I couldn’t move, like I was only a spectator as she crossed the line into incest.

“It’s so beautiful, Daddy; your cock is gorgeous.” Janet said, in quiet awe. “It’s better than I imagined, so much.”

I watched as her dainty hands grasped it while her body re-oriented. She stroked my cock a couple of times, which felt amazing, and then she plunged her mouth onto it, taking my eight inches deep into her throat.

Despite my pseudo-paralysis I was trying to stop her, but the moment I felt the tightness of her throat around my cockhead; I gave up and accepted it. Partially because my mind was now flooded with both hormones and a single question; where the fuck did she learn to do that????!

Janet must have read my mind as she came up for air “I did it Daddy! I practiced on Kealy’s dildo for months, to be able to deepthroat you! But a lump of silicon isn’t a cock; I didn’t know for sure until now! Woo!”

And to prove it wasn’t a fluke, she did it again; sinking her head down over my cock until I felt it bending with the shape of her throat as her lips kissed my crotch around the base of my cock.

She came up again and looked frustratedly at my cock. “Daddy, I so want to make you cum and swallow your cream, but I’m going to have to do that another time.” My teenage daughter turned to look at me. “Daddy? Can you take my virginity now please?”

I took a deep breath; this was all happening so fast. “Honey, are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want to hurt you. We shouldn’t be doing this!”

“I’m an adult now. I know exactly what I want. It’s not something normal, but I don’t care.” Janet said indignantly.

“I’ve been an adult for a lot longer; I wish I always knew exactly what I wanted.” I replied honestly.

“You haven’t been stuck inside with nothing to do but think about it, Daddy! I need you to take me, take my virginity and claim me as your lover.” Janet raised herself onto her knees and took my hands, pulling me up too.

I watched as she laid down on her back, her gorgeous flawless naked teenage body on display for me.

I knew I couldn’t deny either of us this so I climbed over her, my rock hard cock rubbing her belly as I placed my legs between hers. I moved down the bed, kissing her all the way down and sucking her nipples in turn.

“Just fuck me, Daddy!” She cried as I lavished attention on her body.

“No darling. Not this first time; . . . losing your virginity . . . can’t be the result . . . of a quick fuck. First I’m going . . . to taste you” I said as I reached her shaven sex. I cupped my mouth onto her wet snatch and probed inward with my tongue. The taste was unbelievable; I had found the ultimate flavour.

“Oh God! Daddy!!” Janet gasped as I licked her out “Yes, yes, lick my Pussy ,Daddy! It’s yours; all yours!”

Her hands pressed my head against her. A part of my mind was still incredulous; this was my little girl I was eating out; and yet now I was doing it, it didn’t feel wrong. We had simply found the ultimate way to express our love. I was eager now to take her; but this was my girl’s first time, so I took my time eating her out. Janet was already nice and wet but I was also enjoying her sweet virgin nectar.

It was also a massive turn on to know I was not the first person to eat her; how many lovers had she had on the inside? One thing was certain; they would have all been hot teenage girls just like her . . .

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddeeee!” She cried “I’m cumming!”

As she screamed out, her nectar flooded out. My little girl was obviously a squirter, very sexy. I drank it down and continued tonguing her pussy and rubbing her clit with my nose. The pressure from her hips was massive as her body clenched in her climax, my hands kept my head from being crushed.

As she descended from her orgasmic high I stopped licking and brought my head up. “Now you’re ready.” I declared.

“Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me. My body belongs to you now.”

“I love you Baby.” I said as I climbed over her. Any lingering doubts about the incestuous act I was about to commit had long faded. My daughter was now a grown woman; she had adult needs now.

“Daddy, please fuck me” Janet repeated “I know it’ll hurt but I have to have you inside me, so much!”

She is so beautiful beneath me. Her body is perfect and screams to be fucked. My cock is harder than I’ve ever known it, almost painfully engorged ready to serve my daughter. I guide it to her petal-like lips and slide it into her 

“Slowly please Daddy!” She cautions breathlessly, experiencing her pussy filling up for the first time.

“Trust me honey.” I replied, already going as slowly as I dared. She was very tight but so hot and wet; I was resisting plunging in, but only just; the last thing I wanted was to hurt her. I realised this was the thing about incest; we already had such a deep love and caring bond with each other that sex was simply a step further.

“I can feel you; you’re on my hymen. I’m ready Daddy; break through!” Janet said gasping as her vagina gripped the tip of my cock. “I need you in deep!”

I could feel it too. “How do you want it honey? Fast or slow?”

“Slow please Daddy, make me a woman now please!”

I added force and could feel it stretching.

“It hurts Daddy! It’s so painful.” My daughter cried out.

“Stop?” I asked, worried.

“No! Just fucking do it!” Janet screamed through the pain.

I pulled back a bit, and then plunged deep into my daughter, bottoming out inside; my balls slapping on her arsehole outside.

Janet eyes went wide “Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed.

I held still, not wanting to hurt her any more.

After a few seconds, Janet looked up directly at me, grimacing. “Daddy, it still hurts but I think I’m ready now to get fucked.”

“Not fucked, darling. Loved.” I corrected her as I slowly pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. “I’m making love to you, my angel.” And I kissed her.

Janet responded to the kiss and our tongues soon met, sloshing together as we kissed passionately as we coupled. The kiss was broken as she orgasmed, gasping for breath as her body fluttered beneath me.

I slackened my effort as I waited for her to finish, my cock gently sliding in and out of her tight hot wet spasming quim. I want to make it last but my daughter was too tight a fit. I pulled out and let Her recover.

After a minute her eyes opened “Why did you stop Daddy?”

I kissed her again, still holding my body over hers. “I’d have cum, darling, and you wouldn’t have been able to enjoy it.”

Janet looked down At her body at my still erect cock. “You’re all . . . bloody.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you shove something through a tissue membrane. Take a good look angel; that was the only time I want to see you bleed. Are you ready to keep going?”

“Can I be on top, Daddy? Oooh!” She asked and squealed as I responded, dropping my body onto hers, wrapping my arms around her; and rolling us on the bed.

“How’s that?” I asked, now lying on my back with her on top of me.

“Fun!” Janet replied as I released her from our embrace and she rose up over me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this! Again!” she said as she manoeuvred her hips over me, aligning her pussy over my cock.

I just laid there and let her handle me into docking angle. I was watching the look of concentration on her face.

She sighed as she lowered herself, embedding my bloody cock back inside her. “Ahhh, that’s better. That’s where your cock belongs, Daddy; in my Pussy. I was made to fit it.”
“It certainly is a tight fit darling.” I observed.

“Exactly!” She said, starting to bounce on me.

The delay had relaxed me and so we were fucking for a while. I loved watching her pert breasts bouncing and I held her hips with my hands, giving her a little help and steadiness.

“This is it Daddy, this is what I dreamed of when I was inside, I was riding my Daddy’s big cock; he was filling me up and fucking me!”

“I’m nearly there darling. Tell me who you belong to?” I asked.

“I belong to you Daddy; I’m Daddy’s little bisexual fucking slut!”

“So  fucking right!” I agreed and used my hands to ram her down upon me, my cock deep inside my daughter’s vagina as my orgasm hit and I fired up into her.

“You’re cumming Daddy! Aaah! I feel it hitting my insides!” Janet cried out “I’m cumming too Daddy! You’re too fucking gooooooooooood!”

I pulled her upper body down and held her body against mine as the last of my cum deposited inside my daughter. Her nipples were like bullets, indenting into my chest.

Janet raised her head once her orgasm finished and looked at me.

I broke the silence that had followed our orgasms. “I love you darling.”

“Love you too.” Replied Janet and we lightly kissed. “I meant what I said, Daddy; I belong to you now.”

“At least until we find you a nice boy your own age, darling. I can give you what you need for the now, but you need someone for your future.”

“The future can wait Daddy. I’ve got you back and I’m happy with now.” Janet said and slipped herself off me and laid her body beside mine, with her head on my chest. “Now is everything I need.”

I put one arm around her and the other pulled a sheet over us. We talked, basking in the afterglow of sex and feeling completely close to each other.

“What made you start thinking about us, sexually?” I asked, curious.

“Well, girls talk a lot. I learned so much in that place. A good number of the girls had been abused by their families; I mean sexually; some actually enjoyed it, most didn’t. One thing got me thinking; how could a father rape his own daughter? It seemed so evil at first. I thought of us in that situation; if you had forced yourself on me . . .”

“I would never do that!” I interjected.

“Oh Daddy, I know. But it turned me on; the idea of you taking me for your own pleasure. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. But I knew you wouldn’t do it, because you love me; I had to give myself to you first.” Janet explained. “I realised it was what was missing from both our lives and it would make you happy, and me too. Look Daddy, I really don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

I stared at her. “Honey, what we’ve done is wrong and probably illegal too. But damn society, I’ve never felt closer to you. As long as you want to make love, well; I want to too.” I pulled her to me and we kissed again. “Besides, I own you now.” I added lightly.

“Yes, Daddy; I’m yours.” She replied seriously.

After a while, Janet lifted herself up and asked “Are you tired?”

“Not really, darling; you don’t have to go or anything.” I replied, looking up at her.

Janet played with my chest hair. “No, Daddy. First; I’m never leaving your bed. Second; I want to fuck again.”

“I wish I had your youthful energy, darling. I think I can manage another go. What do you want to do?” I loved her energy and realised I was going to be kept very fit; just from fucking my teenage daughter, or the exertion could kill me . . .

Janet looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye “Would you like to fuck my arse, Daddy? I’m not a virgin back there, but I’m still nice and tight.”

“Who on Earth have you been having anal sex with?” I asked incredulously.

Janet smiled “Oh Daddy, don’t worry; yours will be the first real cock in my arse. When I was inside we . . . well, all the girls, we . . . well, fucked like rabbits! Strap-ons, toys, fingers and licking each other! When you lock a load of horny teenage girls up together; that’s what happens. But I wanted to save my pussy for you, so when I got initiated I sacrificed my other cherry instead.” She giggled “Turns out I like anal, so it wasn’t too much of a bother. Where do you keep the lube?”

“Lube?” I said blankly. “Err, I haven’t got any.”

“Oh my poor Daddy; all this time you’ve had no-one to love you; no-one whose arse needed fucking regularly. Don’t worry, you can get me nice and slippery with your tongue and I’ll then do the same to you.”

I got up and had her lay on the centre of the bed. I pushed her legs up until her knees were at her ears, exposing both her holes. I had her hold her legs in place and I went for a damp wash cloth.

Returning, I washed the entrances to my daughter’s holes and then my cock.

I discarded the cloth and bent down to get personal with her vagina again. She writhed as I ate her out. “Daddy, my arse, fuck my arse” she moaned.

“Patience, angel.” I replied and continued to tongue her cunt for a short while. Then I moved down her perineum and latched onto her arsehole with my mouth. I made as much saliva as I could and spat it into her rosebud and licked around it, enjoying her anal flavour at the same time.

Then I moved up over her, aligning my cock with her mouth. “Give it a good wet suck darling” I instructed, lowering my erect cock into her mouth. It felt heavenly as my daughter blew me but I regretfully pulled out.

I moved back down until our faces were level. “Ready?” I asked.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” She replied and we kissed for a moment then I aligned my cock.

I pressed against her anus, while watching her face for expressions of pain.

“Put it inside!” She moaned softly.

I pressed forward and felt her anus slide around my cock.

“Go deep, Daddy! You’re filling me up!” she exhorted as I continued to slide in. My cock felt like it was being crushed, but I could feel it was Janet skilful use of her muscles rather than her arse being unaccustomed to penetration.

I bottomed out, my balls resting against her. Janet relaxed her legs, letting them press against my shoulders

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Never Through I Like This (Part 3)

I woke up with a super hard boner after a fitful night of dreaming of big cocks and big tits. I was conflicted as ever with my sexuality. As much as I liked cock, I was still mesmerized by the visions of those big tits displayed by the waitress at the diner.

Dragging myself out of bed I began to think about whether or not I would be going down the hall to the shower. I knew I needed to get myself cleaned up.

With my boner sticking straight out and refusing to recede, my decision was made for me.

I headed out the door for the shower room at the end of the hall.

Arriving at the shower room, I hesitated momentarily before entering. Screwing up all my courage, I pulled the handle and entered the room to find the two older gentlemen that had been there the day before. Missing was the young man who had been on his knees sucking cock.

“We were starting to wonder if you were going to show,” said the older guy that I had sucked off, and who had fucked me.

“Come here, my friend would like you to suck his cock, and do not get on your knees, just bend over,” he said.

Both men were already sporting boners. One huge, and the other not as big, but still bigger than my modest six inches.

I approached and bent at the waist taking a new cock into my mouth. He placed his hands on my head and held it still, as began fucking in and out of my mouth. While my mouth was being fucked, I felt a cock being rubbed up and down over my anus. I knew I was about to get fucked up the ass, as I was sucking cock, just another first for me.

“Ummm you are a natural cocksucker,” he said, as he fucked his cock into my throat.

“I told you so,” said the guy who was about to fuck my ass.

Then I felt the big cock begin to enter my ass, He was driving it in hard and the pain was intense, but damn the cock in my mouth tasted so good. As he drove deeper, my ass opened and accepted the hard cock easing the pain, and both of my lovers started a steady plowing in and out of my mouth and ass. I was being fucked at both ends and loving it.

I could feel intense pleasure in my cock and balls, as I reached down and began stroking myself.

The scene was surreal, a cock up my ass, another in my mouth, and me stroking my cock as fast as I could.

Pounding my ass harder and harder I could tell my ass fucker was getting close to cumming, and I could feel my cock leaking precum onto my hand. I knew I was close to cumming myself. But before either of us could cum, the guy in my mouth thrust hard and held as he emptied his balls down my throat to my belly. I could feel the warmth all the way down, as he groaned and said, “Ahhh!

My cock exploded shooting my cum on the floor, as my ass was being pounded harder than ever. With a loud grunt, my ass fucker blew his load deep in my bowels.

I was one thoroughly fucked young man!

As both of my lovers began disengaging, I started coming down from an all-time high. Never had I experienced anything like this.

They turned up the water and as the hot water cascaded over my body, they began soaping and washing me head to toe. Taking special emphasis on my cock and ass. They fondled me lovingly, as I was be cleansed.

Finally, clean, both of them kissed me and one said, “Same time tomorrow and don’t be surprised if you get visitors to your room.”

Back in my room, I got dressed and decided to make a trip to the diner for breakfast.

As I walked to the diner, I kept wondering if the waitress, with the big tits, would be there?

Luck was with me, as I entered I heard a voice say, “Hello honey welcome back, sit anywhere you like.”

Must be my lucky day because I recognized the voice of the waitress with the big tits. And she did not disappoint, they were spilling out of her open necked blouse to the point I could almost see the nipples. Although I had cum earlier in the shower, I could feel my cock hardening. This lushes creature was making me so hot, I thought I was going to cum in my pants again.

While she was taking my order, my eyes were fixated on those big tits, something that did not go unnoticed by her, but I was sure she must be used to it. I got my meal and took my good time finishing it and left a generous tip.

I hurried back to my room and was furiously jacking off, thinking of those big tits, when there was a knock at my door. I quickly put my cock back in my pants and answered the door. It was the guy I had sucked off in the shower earlier.

Before I could say anything, he pushed past me and said, “I want some of your sweet ass.”

Closing the door, I turned and said, “I think I’m fucked out for today.”

“Honey you can never get enough fucking, now get undressed,” he said.

I complied, removing my clothes, and bending over the end of my bed.

“Not that way,” he said.

“I want you on your back with your feet in the air. I want to see your face as I fuck you.”

Lying back on the end of the bed, with my feet in the air he approached, bent over, and started licking my anus. Never having had my ass eaten before, I was a bit taken back, but only briefly as his tongue penetrated my ass. Damn that felt nice.

“I spent a good time cleaning your ass in the shower this morning knowing I was going to eat your ass and fuck you later,” he said.

My cock had deflated when the knock on the door occurred, but was now hardening again. His work on my ass was driving me crazy, and I began to squirm. Then he removed his tongue and inserted first one finger, and then a second. He was finger fucking my ass, as drops of precum began dripping from my cock. I reached down and scooped up he precum and inserted my fingers in my mouth. The taste was much sweeter than the cum I had been eating the last few days.

After a short while, he decided it was time for him to fuck me. And fuck me he did. Although his cock was not as big as his friend was, he pounded me much harder and faster. My prostate was getting a serious workout, as cum continued to leak from my cock. Then almost without warning, I orgasmed so fucking hard that cum shot all the way to my face leaving several ropes of cum lining my face. I had cum by being fucked. It must have sent him over the edge, as he made one final hard thrust, and held tight as my rectum was being filled with his load.

Damn it was not even noon yet, and I had sucked a cock, been fucked twice, and had almost cum in my pants while ogling the waitress’s big tits.

Never Through I Like This (Part 2)

I had gone into the bus station to get out of the freezing cold to try and get some warmth in me. I had met Roger who bought me the first meal I had in two days. We returned to the bus station, and in the rest room, I sucked my first cock ever. Something, until now, I had never contemplated. An experience that was not all that unpleasant.

Roger gave a fifty dollar bill and asked me if I would like to be his regular cocksucker. At first I was a bit taken back, but being warm and having a full stomach, and knowing I would have a warm place to sleep that night, had me thinking, this is not at all bad. I answered enthusiastically, “Yes.”

Roger said, “I have to go, but I will meet you at the bus station tomorrow at 1:00 PM, and don’t be late.”

I returned to the YMCA and paid for a room for the night. Entering the room my mind was whirling around with thoughts of sucking Roger’s cock. I began to wonder if this meant I was gay. I had to admit I did not find sucking Roger unpleasant, and although his cum was salty and a bit bitter, I actually did like the taste.

Later I fell in to a fitful sleep. In my dreams, I saw cocks. A lot of cocks, and they were big and hard. Some were dripping precum. I wanted to suck them, but for some reason they are all out of my reach, it was total frustration.

I woke up in a sweat and found myself holding my hard cock. I had been jacking off while dreaming without realizing it. I began furiously jacking off, and as I got close to cumming, I subconsciously reached down with my other had to catch my cum. Moments later, for the very first time in my life, I was eating my own cum.

After eating and tasting my own cum, I fell back into a fitful sleep dreaming of cocks that remained out of reach.

Finally, morning arrived, and I woke up feeling the need to shower. In the YMCA there were community showers on each floor.

When I entered the shower, there were three men already there. Two were older, perhaps forties or fifties and another younger guy in his twenties. I was shocked to see the twenties guy on his knees sucking one of the older guys.

“Come in and join us,” one of the older guys said, as he motioned me over.

I was stunned at what I was seeing, but yet mesmerized by it, at the same time.

I slowly moved toward them and the older guy motioned for me to get on my knees as he pointed his fisted cock in my direction. I sank to my knees. I was facing the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was huge with a very large head. He placed his hand on my head pulling me toward that monster. I opened my mouth and he started slowly inserting his cock.

Yesterday, I had never ever had thoughts of sucking cock, and today I was willingly sucking my second cock.

He held my head and began thrusting in and out going deeper and deeper until his cock entered my throat. He was fucking my mouth, and damn, I loved it.

Deep throating a cock came naturally to me, and I later found out that men loved guys who were able to deep throat.

I heard him moaning, and he began to shake, as his cock swelled in my mouth and throat. I knew his cum would be spewing forth soon. He held my head as he thrust deep and let loose his load. I felt a warm feeling in my throat and then down to my belly. I knew he had cum.

As be withdrew his cock, I could taste cum residue, and I loved it.

“Damn boy, it is rare that anyone can take my cock down his throat. You are amazing,” he said.

He continued, “If you can take my cock in your throat, I wonder if you can take it up your ass.”

I jumped to my feet and ran for the door. I was in a state of shock and confusion as I quickly returned to my room.

Back in my room I tried to make sense of what had just happened, and what had taken place yesterday. In less than two days, I had sucked two cocks, and had a guy with a huge cock say he wanted to fuck me. And I had an appointment with Roger at 1:00 PM.

I must be gay kept running through my mind, but how could that be, I wondered.

I decided that I needed some breakfast and time to think. I got dressed and returned to the diner where Roger had bought me a meal the day before.

A waitress with bit tits spilling out of her blouse approached and asked, “May I take your order?”

My eyes fixated on her tits, and she asked again, “May I take your order?”

I responded, “Yes I will take special number one.”

As she walked away, I could feel a sudden surge in my cock as it harden. It was obvious to me that seeing her tits spilling out of her blouse had aroused me, and if this woman, with the big tits, was turning me on, how could I possibly be gay, I wondered.

I started rubbing my cock through my pants leg, and in no time I came coating my legs and underwear with cum.

Later as I ate my breakfast, I started having second thoughts about meeting Roger. After all, I was not gay, as the waitress with the big tits had proven.

Returning to my room I had decisions to make. Check out time was 12:00 PM and my appointment with Roger was at 1:00 PM. I had enough money left for another night at the YMCA and a little bit left over for food. I decided to pay for another night and go meet Roger.

I arrived at the bus station a few minutes early, took a seat, and watched the door nervously. Promptly at 1:00 PM, Roger came through the door and walked pass me heading straight for the restroom. I got up and following him in and proceeded to the last stall. Without a word Roger opened his fly and out popped his already harden cock. I wanted to say something, but the words would not come. I sank to my knees and took Roger’s cock in my mouth.

As I bobbed up and down on his hard cock, Roger began thrusting forcing his cock into my throat.

“You are truly a talented cocksucker,” he said.

I was sucking his cock with such vigor, that it kept going deeper and deeper into my throat until he was balls to the wall.

Roger stopped thrusting and held my head, with his cock fully inserted and let loose a mighty load directly down my throat into my belly.

Withdrawing his cock, he said, “That was awesome, if only my wife could suck cock like you.”

“I want to see you here tomorrow at the same time,” he said as he removed a fifty dollar bill from his wallet and handing it to me.

Before I could respond, he turned and left. He was gone without me ever saying a word to him.

I went back to the YMCA and was trying to sort out things in my mind when there was a knock at the door. Wondering, who it could possibly be, I rose and answered the door and was dumbfounded to see the older guy I had sucked off in the shower earlier this morning. Before I could say anything he pushed past me into my room.

“I came to see if your ass could take my cock as good as your throat,” he said.

I stammered and said, “Look I have never done anything like that before.”

“You sucked cock so damn good and I’m sure you will fuck just, as good,” he said.

Before I could say another word he grabbed me and pulled me to him, and began kissing me. He forced my mouth open and pushed his tongue in. I was in a tizzy and eagerly submitted, as he pushed me back on the bed and started to remove my clothes.

By now he had pulled my pants and underwear down exposing my ass. I felt a finger being forced into my ass and felt a little pain. Before I knew it, he had his hard cock pressed against my anus. Then I felt him push forward. Pushing harder his cock being penetrating me. He began a slow in and out thrusting with his cock going deeper each thrust. The pain I anticipated began to subside and my ass opened up and accepted his cock.

“I knew the way my cock went into your throat, that your ass was made for fucking,” he said.

“Some guys are naturals and you’re a natural,” he said.

My ass was warming to the fucking, and I felt, what I later learned was my prostate being massaged, and damn did it feel good. I hoped he would never stop. I was, simply loving being fucked. But all good things come to and end, and after pounding me hard for a good ten minutes, he stiffened and let loose with copious amount of cum deep in my ass.

“You’re a terrific cocksucker and fuck,” he said.

“I will see you in the shower tomorrow morning,” he said, and rose, leaving without another word.

As I lay on the bed, my thoughts about all that had happened in the last two days kept running through my mind. I wondered what was going to happen in the shower tomorrow, and I am going to meet Roger.

Damn I must be bisexual, I thought. I enjoy sucking cock and getting fucked, yet a woman with big tits caused me to cum in my pants.

As Scarlett O’Hara said in Gone with the Wind, “Tomorrow is another day.”

Never Through I Like This (Part 1)

I entered the Greyhound bus station to get out of the bitter cold. I was shivering and very hungry. I had no money and nowhere to go.

I took a seat at the end of a row in the passenger waiting area. I began rubbing my hands and arms in an attempt to get warm. As I sat there, someone took the seat next to me. I did not look up, but wondered, with all the available seats why someone would take a seat right next to me.

I kept rubbing gaining a little warmth in my freezing bones.

Then I heard a voice say, “Young man are you okay?”

I looked up, and saw sitting next to me a very distinguished looking man, and responded, “Yes sir.”

“I don’t want to intrude, but you seem to be in some stress,” he said.

Without thinking I poured out, “I’m cold and hungry, and came in here to try and get warm.”

“It is nice and warm in here, but if your hungry there is a diner right down the street, and I can buy you something to eat there, if you like,” he said.

Unable to believe my luck, as I had nothing to eat for two days, I replied, “Oh thank you sir, you cannot believe how hungry I am.”

“Come with me then,” he said.

He rose and started for the door, and I followed like a long lost puppy dog.

It had been almost a year since I had left home to get away from a very abusive father whose ambition seemed to be to beat me when he was drunk. My mother had preceded me a year earlier, and I had no idea where she had gone.

I had hitch hiked across our state to a major city, and found some odd jobs staying at the YMCA, when I had money for a room. Often it was a decision to eat or have a room. Lately the odd jobs were far and between, and I found myself homeless and hungry.

I followed the older man to the diner, and he held the door to allow me to enter.

“There is a empty booth down at the end,” he said.

I proceeded to the empty booth, sat down, and he followed suit sitting across from me.

“My name is Roger, and what is yours,” he asked?

I responded saying, “Tommy.”

“Well Tommy I’m glad to meet you. Go ahead a check the menu, and order anything you like,” he said.

A waitress arrived and took our orders. I ordered the roast beef blue plate special, and Roger ordered coffee.

“Tommy how do you find yourself cold and hungry,” Roger asked?

I poured out my story, thanked him for his generosity, and said, “I don’t know how I could ever repay him.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he said as my food arrived. “Eat and enjoy.”

Things got quiet, and I attacked the food. I was so hungry that I definitely was not on my best manners, as I devoured the food. As I was finishing my plate, he asked, “Would you like some desert?”

“Oh my yes,” I replied. “I would love some apple pie alamode.”

Roger signaled the waitress over and told her to bring me some pie and ice cream.

While we were waiting, Roger asked, “How would you like to make some money for a room tonight?”

I responded, with thinking about what I had to do to make some money, “Yes sir.”

“Tommy I often come to the bus station to find nice young men like you to provide oral service to my hard cock, does that shock you,” he asked?

I almost fell off my seat, as I had not anticipated what he said. I was straight as an arrow, and had never considered sucking a cock in my entire life.

I gulped and stammered, “Sir, I’m not gay.”

“That may be Tommy, but you do not have a place to stay tonight, if you suck my cock you will have a nice warm place to stay. I’m not gay either, but I love my cock sucked, and my wife refuses to suck me, so I search out young men that I find attractive. I would love for you to service me,” he said.

My pie arrived, and things got quiet again. My mind was racing as I ate the pie and ice cream, without really enjoying it. How was I going to respond, I just didn’t have any idea.

Finally Roger said, “How about it Tommy?

I stammered and said, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“It may not be as bad as you think, you may even like it, and you won’t be cold tonight,” he said.

The thought of a warm room was intoxicating and I began to waver and finally said, “Okay.”

“Good boy, lets go back to the bus station, you can suck my cock in the restroom,” he said.

On the way back to the bus station, I began having second thoughts and slowed as we got close to the door.

Roger opened the door and I reluctantly entered. He then said, “Follow me.”

Roger entered the restroom, walked to the last stall, and entered motioning me in. I followed, and he closed the door.

Without a word, he unzipped his pants, and pulled out a long hard cut cock. He placed a hand on my head and began pushing me down. I sank to my knees and found his cock in front of my face.

“Open your mouth Tommy,” he said.

I slowly opened my mouth and he began pushing his cock into my mouth. I was surprised how warm it felt as he began thrusting in and out essentially fucking my mouth.

He slowed his thrusting and said, “Suck it Tommy and watch the teeth.”

Finding his cock not all that unpleasant, I began sucking up and down on his cock, and he began to lowly moan. Holding my head, he began thrusting again, forcing his cock deeper in my mouth, I started to gag as his cock started to enter my throat. He slowed, and my gag reflex eased. He then began thrusting again until his cock was forced into my throat. My breathing became difficult, as his cum erupted from his cock going straight to my belly.

He slowly started withdrawing his cock, and as it left my throat I could taste cum reside. It was a bit salty and a little bitter, but not at all unpleasant.

Roger put his cock back inside his pants and zipped up and said, “Are you sure you never sucked cock before?”

“No one has ever been able to take my cock in their throat the first time,” he said.

I assured him I had never sucked a cock before, but it was not as bad as I had expected.

“For a first time cocksucker, you did very well,” he said, as he took out a fifty dollar bill and handing it to me.

I blinked taking it from his hand. I had never had a fifty before. I definitely would be warm tonight with money left over to eat tomorrow.

“Tommy how would you like being my regular cocksucker,” Roger asked?

He didn’t have to wait long for my answer.

MILF Slut Sequel Four 



Sandy’s evening at the Party Boat was not over. She was still full of lustful energy and felt as if she was only in the first inning of a nine inning game. After several minutes, Sandy decided to go out onto the deck for another look at the stars and full moon while Terry napped. It was a warm and comfortable summer night with only a suggestion of a breeze when a man came up behind her and said,

“Hi Queenie.”

Like Sandy, except for his thong and nipple clamps, he was nude. He had the start of a beer belly even though he was still young and was sporting an erection that Sandy could not ignore.

“Hello,” she said politely. “Looks like you are having a good time?” she said, gazing at the firm appendage between his legs.

“It’s okay. I wanted to do anal but Louisa doesn’t do anal. She wanted to be with Guy anyway. She’s there with him and Sylvia,” he said with a slight slur. “It’s okay. Now I’m here with you Queenie. Do you do anal, beautiful?”

“I suppose so, but it depends on my mood.”

“What’s your mood now?” the man asked.

“Romantic. The full moon really gets a girl in the mood.”

“So, let me do you here,” he said rather forcefully.

“No way. I’m not doing anything out here,” Sandy said leaving no room for compromise.

“Okay, let’s have a drink in my cabin.”

“Alright but just a drink.”

He grabbed her nipple chain and led Sandy to a cabin a few doors down from number three.

The man still hadn’t introduced himself when they stepped inside the room. He poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels.

“Ya want some?” he asked gruffly.

She said she didn’t drink whiskey.

“Okay, you don’t drink whiskey, but you do anal and that’s just fine with me. Bend over on the bed, slut,” he said brusquely and gave her a shove.

Sandy had never been treated that way but his rough manner turned her on in a way she had never experienced. She bent over on the bed as he had commanded, then turned back to him and said,

“I don’t do this without a condom.”

He was rubbing his dick to get himself harder in anticipation of plowing into her ass, but he stopped for a minute to reach on the bedside table to grab a small foil package and a jar of Vaseline.

“Here ya go whore. If you want it, put it on.”

Sandy took care to roll it on his stiff prick so as not to tear the latex. He gave her the jar of jelly and she obliged by smearing a large glob over his hard member.

“Get over by the bed, tramp,” he demanded.

In a strange way, being humiliated just made her feel sexy and she felt her juices flowing again. Sandy inexplicably enjoyed the suggestion that she was nothing but a fuck doll.

She bent over the bed waiting for his assault. The man’s first motion was to rip down her thong then split her ass cheeks with his cock entering her ass without the slightest hesitation. He banged into her for a couple of dozen savage strokes and was finished.

“Okay, get the hell out of here, bitch.”

“You’re an ass whatever your name is,” she said slamming the door when she left with cum oozing out of her rear and Vaseline smeared all over her ass cheeks.

Terry was awake when Sandy stumbled into cabin three. “My God, Sandy, you look like a tornado hit you.”

“I know. I met some jerk out on the deck. He was rude, condescending and an asshole. He treated me like I was a whore and his slave.”

“Oh you must be talking about Big Al. Ya know, when he has been drinking he gets that way but otherwise he is a teddy bear. Come over here. You need a hug.”

Sandy didn’t go into any more details but after cleaning herself up, she joined Terry on the bed. She felt the comfort of his arms and the warmth of his body. Quietly in a deep voice he began talking about his life saying he had been married for three years to a woman who was married to her job.

His wife was away on business trips almost every month and sex with her was mostly a quickie. He couldn’t explain why he had married her. They have little in common and are not a good match. Last week his wife filed divorce papers. Terry said he was unhappy and thought the Party Boat would boost his morale.

Sandy said she had a good marriage although being on the Party Boat was exciting. Her friend, Phyllis, had talked her into it and maybe her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

She said, “Here I am and you’re making tonight better than I could have ever imagined!”

“Let’s take off those clamps so I can help your nipples feel a different sensation.”

Once her nipples were free, it took time to get them feeling normal again but with Terry’s help, they soon became sensitive and responsive. He placed his lips up against each breast and circled her nipples with his tongue. Sandy’s erect nipples were ripe for Terry to suck sending electric sensations between her legs. She was moist again and eager to sit on his stiff elongated pole.

On top was her favorite position and that is where they began their second coupling. Sandy rode him with her accustomed energy and enthusiasm. Wanting more, she reversed herself and rode reverse cowgirl. Later, he slipped into her cunt doggie style and she indulged herself with the pleasure of each stroke . The blissful action lasted well into the night with Terry cumming often and Sandy enjoying euphoric highs with each of her orgasms. They fell into each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep around three in the morning. It wasn’t until dawn that Sandy gave Terry a gentle nudge to wake him.

Sandy said, “Terry, we need a shower. We both reek from last night,” and dragged him half awake into the shower.

She loved soaping his balls and penis. The contrast between his dark skin and the white soapy bubbles made for an alluring sight but best of all was the feeling of her hand washing the slimy soap on his soft balls and stroking his hard cock. Terry also enjoyed the moment by rubbing her heavy breasts giving special attention to her clit.

The shower stall was tiny but they managed. When they had rinsed off, Terry stood with his legs far apart inviting Sandy to use her lips on his squeaky clean shaved testicles. She got the message and was quickly on her knees. Water continued to cascade down their bodies as Sandy moved between his legs. His balls hung like fruit on a tree and she devoured them with her lips and tongue. His cock grew even harder and was full and hard again.

“Sandy, I need you one more time.”

She smiled. Terry helped her stand in the shower and she turned her back to him. The compartment was so small that when she leaned over offering him to take her from the rear, her head hung outside the stall. They both knew he was too big to take her anally, so he forcefully plunged into her cunt. His hands held her hips to help steady her as he continued to thrust into her welcoming pussy.

Terry drove his thick, rigid cock into her with strong, deep strokes. She once again entered that blissful serene world of sexual tranquility. Being filled with his hard muscular cock felt so overwhelmingly right that at first she couldn’t manage to say anything, yet she squealed with delight. She wanted to feel his cock pulse again and fill her with the spreading warmth of semen as he had done earlier.

Without thinking and unashamed, Sandy yelled, “I want you to cum inside me like it’s the last time you will ever cum.”

He moaned as he realized what she meant.

“I want you to shoot your jizz inside me, deep. Fill me with your seed my beautiful knight. Shoot that cum into me.”

Her orgasms began to build and with a quick flick of his middle finger on her clit, she was over the edge. Sandy came with orgasms so powerful that she was on the verge of fainting.

“Oh, God,” he said as his own orgasm began. The pressure behind the base of his cock finally erupted. His cock and balls convulsed together as he threw himself deeper into her clutching cunt, shooting volley after volley of his sperm-rich semen inside her fuck tunnel. Rope after powerful rope of his potent seed filled her pussy until he collapsed from exhaustion. And when their orgasms subsided, he locked eyes with her deliberately squeezing his last few milky drops of cum into her. She watched with pleasure, revered it and enjoyed it to the very last drop.

“Sandy, you get better each time we fuck,” he said as they helped each other towel off. “You are the fuck queen I had hoped for,” he said giving her a kiss.

“And you are the cock knight I have dreamed about.”

They dressed and went to breakfast, but first the Black Knight handed her a gift. It was like Phyllis had said, a sealed envelope to be opened later.

Sandy was home around two on Saturday afternoon. She showered again and changed clothes putting all evidence of the Party Boat in the washing machine to clean away the stains from the previous night. Her daughters arrived home about an hour later.

Sandy overheard the girls tell each other of their overnight with Herald and Floyd. She only half listened but learned that each of the girls had spent the night fucking these guys. She couldn’t afford to be hypocritical since she had been doing the same thing. She thought, “Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Sandy closed her bedroom door for some privacy. She sat on the bed and opened the envelope. Inside were five crisp new hundred dollar bills along with Terry’s business card. It read, “Call me. Love, your Black Knight.” And Sandy made a mental note to be certain to take advantage of his offer.

MILF Slut Sequel Three



The following day, Sandy called Phyllis. They hadn’t seen each other since their afternoon heart to heart conversation revealing how Phyllis got involved in the Party Boat. Sandy had kept Phyllis’ secret to herself but told the girls at the club that Phyllis had a job on a private yacht as a hostess. Sandy told her friends that it was a way for Phyllis to earn extra money because her ex, Bob, wasn’t reliable with his monthly payments. Sandy said she didn’t know much about the men calling on the phone but knew Phyllis was dating. All of that seemed to quiet down the escort service rumors for awhile.

After the usual morning greetings, Sandy said, “Phyllis, I know this sounds silly but I can’t get the Party Boat out of my head. It’s embarrassing to say this but I’m a little envious.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Then Phyllis asked, “Sandy, are you saying you would like to go out there some evening?”

“I guess so, Phyllis. I’m curious. Could I go there and not have sex or is that part of the deal?”

“It’s pretty much expected, Sandy. Look, I’ll talk to Joe and see if one of these nights there is an opening. The boat has only six cabins so they have a limit to how many woman can attend. Right now, it’s a very popular cruise and lonely housewives are coming from all over the state. Good news travels fast.”

“Okay, but I’m not a lonely housewife. I guess I’m just a curious lusty female. Let me know if something opens up a couple of days ahead, if you can.”

Sandy’s heart beat faster each time the phone rang but Phyllis did not call. However, Tyler kept asking her for lunch and Sandy kept putting him off. Finally Jacques wrote and asked if everything was alright and if she might consider a three-some. Her reply was non-committal like saying, “It’s a definite maybe.” Sandy needed to see how the Party Boat went first.

Just when Sandy had given up all hope, Phyllis called. “Good news, Sandy. There was a cancellation this Friday night. Look, I really pulled some strings and told Joe and the captain what a beautiful hot horny chick you are. They had a couple of other women in mind in case of cancellations but went along with my recommendation. I hope I didn’t exaggerate too much.”

“It’s okay, Phyllis but I didn’t want you to stick your neck out for me.”

“No problem. It’s lingerie night. You wear your sexiest outfit and we all walk around the pool modeling our apparel. The men vote and determine who are the first, second and third place girls. The winners receive a sex toy and get to choose their date for the rest of the night.”

“That’s really exciting but I don’t have intimate lingerie.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll loan you one of mine. Come over today and pick one out.”

“Okay, I’ve got some food shopping this morning. How about around two o’clock?”

“Good. See you at two.”

Sandy was in awe of Phyllis’s wardrobe of sexy lingerie. There were more than a dozen outfits and in a separate drawer, a large collection of clamps, collars, chains, whips, dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. It looked like a sex shop.

“Do you use these toys on the Party Boat?” Sandy asked.

Phyllis answered with a guilty smile, “Well, occasionally. Most of these I’ve won on theme nights like Friday’s lingerie night.”

Sandy browsed through the lingerie and tried on three of them. She chose a pink transparent baby doll that barely covered her ass cheeks and it came with a crotch-less thong. Phyllis said it hadn’t been worn on the boat before and was perfect.

Phyllis asked, “Have you thought about what you are going to say to Andrew?”

“About what?”

“About being away all night.”

“You won’t believe this Phyllis but the timing is perfect. Andrew has a weekend business seminar and he leaves for Dallas on Friday afternoon. The girls will be at a sleepover so I’ve got all Friday night and Saturday morning for this little escapade.”

“Fantastic and you aren’t scared like I was my first time?” Phyllis asked.

“Nope. I thought it all out and this is what I want to do.”

“Sandy, let’s have a glass of wine and celebrate.”

When the wine was poured, the two women clinked their glasses and Sandy said, “Cheers! I’m really looking forward to this, thanks to you.”

“Cheers.”

The stars were out and the moon was full when Sandy and Phyllis boarded the ship’s tender. Far off in the distance sat a huge yacht that was only seen due to the lights illuminating it. It gave Sandy a chill as she thought it looked eerie like a ghost ship. Sandy stepped onto the small craft and saw two women that had already boarded. Both were seated in the very front and had their backs to her when she sat down behind them. They were deep in conversation so Phyllis and Sandy kept to themselves.

There wasn’t much to do during the twenty minute taxi ride. Sandy was glad the lake was calm because she wasn’t much of a seafaring person. Excitement was about the only emotion she felt while tightly clutching to her small night bag. It only carried the costume she would wear and a few feminine items.

Upon arrival at the ship, the other women got off first and Phyllis and Sandy followed. The captain greeted them and handed each woman a card with a number. Sandy had number ‘3’ and that was her cabin number. She was instructed to drop off her belongings in the cabin, then join everyone in the dining area for Happy Hour.

After checking in her cabin, Sandy joined a rather boisterous group of men and women sipping drinks of all kinds. Everyone wore a pleasant accommodating smile and the conversation was what you would expect at a neighborhood cocktail party. The atmosphere was warm and friendly. There was no tension and no hint of what was ahead.

Sandy went to the bar where the captain was serving drinks. “What can I get you beautiful?” he asked.

“Thanks. Just a martini straight up with a twist.” She said it with great satisfaction because that was the most sophisticated drink she could remember from one of those forties movies where all the men wore tuxedos and the women wore dresses as if they were attending a ball.

“Enjoy,” the captain said handing her the drink.

Sandy accepted the drink with her sweetest smile and turned to see if she knew any of the women beside Phyllis. On the other side of the room, Sandy thought she saw a familiar face but the lady kept turning around and she wasn’t really sure it was a person she knew. Sandy moved closer and heard a very familiar voice. Oh my God, it was her friend Ann from the club!

At that, Ann turned her head and recognized Sandy immediately. “Sandy, what are you doing here? I mean, I never expected to see you here.”

“Hi Ann. We need to talk. I’ll explain but first, why did you want me to interrogate Phyllis when you knew all along what was happening?”

Ann answered in a soft voice, “Come over here and I’ll tell you all about it. Then you have to tell me about your situation.”

They moved to a quieter place in the corner of the room when Ann said, “Gee, Sandy, you are the last person I expected on the Party Boat.”

“I know, it wasn’t something that I had imagined either,” Sandy said with a touch of irony. “How often have you been here?”

“Oh, a half dozen times, I think. I started a few months ago when the escort rumor started. I did some research. It was easy to connect with someone on the Internet and get more information. It sounded like fun and hey, to be honest, I need some excitement in my life.”

“Obviously you are happy with your decision, right?

“Oh, Sandy, I love it here and you will too. I call it the Cougar Cruise but the other women like it to be the Party Boat. So, tell me about you. How did you get a reservation on this cruise? Lingerie night is the most popular cruise so you are really lucky.”

“Oh you know, the rumor and an afternoon of drinking wine with Phyllis got me thinking. She pulled some strings to get me here. I was so curious and wanted to see what it was like. It’s probably my first and last time but we’ll see.”

“Fantastic. I’m really really glad you came and hope you will be back.”

“Thanks Ann” and they smiled at each other while sipping their drinks.

The martini was delicious so Sandy returned to the bar for a refill and began to mingle.

The men were young like Phyllis had said. Some were tall and handsome and a few stocky and a little out of shape. Sandy shook hands with several of the men and one gave her a hug when they met. The conversation wasn’t particularly interesting with much of it asking where you are from and what do you do. Sandy wasn’t sure if she should stretch the truth but mainly kept to the truth.

With ample cleavage showing her large breasts and Sandy’s natural ability to flirt, she attracted most of the men who complimented her on her looks and her beautiful smile. Sandy was feeling confident and carefree and enjoyed the socializing. The martini helped her relax to the point of being more of an extravert than normal. Anyway it was a great social hour and Sandy was completely relaxed.

The captain asked for everyone’s attention at around 9:30. “Ladies, welcome to the Party Boat.” We are thrilled to have you.” That comment elicited a little chuckle from the men. “I would remind you that tonight is lingerie night,” everyone cheered, “so let’s get started.”

That was the queue for the women to return to their cabin and dress for the occasion. The men stripped and hung their clothes in lockers next to the pool. Some of the men jumped into the water while others took their places on poolside chairs. The women joined them several minutes later wearing robes.

Standing in line, the women watched as the captain stopped at each woman, introduced her by name and removed her robe until all sex women stood in front of their appreciative audience wearing only sexy negligees. Giggling to herself, Sandy remembered a joke she read in the newspaper earlier in the week:

A display in the window of a lingerie store caught a young mother’s eye while shopping at the mall with three children.

“Do you think Daddy would like this?” she asked, pointing to the lacy garments being modeled on the store’s mannequin.

“No way,” her horrified 6-year old son replied. Daddy would never wear that!”

The captain said, “Please, ladies, stroll around the pool three times so our gentlemen friends can fully appreciate all aspects of your feminine beauty.”

The stroll began with Ann in the lead followed by Phyllis, then Sandy, and three others. Sandy never thought of herself as an exhibitionist but on the other hand, she was competitive. She wanted to win. Sandy found herself showing off in ways that might not be considered lady-like. After all, she had been fucking on video and seen by many. So, she had nothing to hide.

Sandy made sure she took full breaths to inflate her chest and enhance her breasts. She would swirl so that her baby doll would fly up revealing the thong she wore allowing a good view of her pussy. She would stop at a man and tease him by touching his penis and saying, “Oooh, I like that.” Sandy was a shameless coquette.

When the march around the pool ended, the captain explained the voting rules. “Each man will have three votes. Our ladies are listed on the ballot and all you men have to do is put a check next to each name you prefer. When the votes are counted, the first place woman will choose her prize from the toys here on the table and point to her partner of choice for the night. Any questions?”

There were no questions and the men went about their task of choosing a winner or winners. The ballots were collected and there was a nervous excitement at the pool as the captain kept a tally.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is a shame that I have to declare three of these lovely ladies as having the most votes because all of them are winners.”

A cheer went up among the men.

“All of these lovely women gathered a great deal interest with your votes but according to the rules, I must to crown a queen and her court.”

The captain walked along the row of women standing in front of the men. He held a glittery tiara and stopped at one woman, gently placing it on the lady’s head.

“I am happy to declare a newcomer as our lingerie queen this evening. Let’s all give Sandy a big round of applause.”

There were hoots and hollers among the men and every woman came up to her to give her a hug. Ann took third prize and some woman with huge tits came in second. Sandy was first to claim her prize and took nipple clamps that were connected with a thin delicate chain. As lingerie queen, she was then to choose her ‘Knight’ for the evening. There was no delay in her choice. Sandy immediately pointed to the a really well hung black stud standing near the diving board. She had always fantasized about having sex with a black man and tonight was the ideal opportunity.

Her Knight walked up to her, took her hand and gallantly gave her a kiss. The couple walked away hand in hand with the Black Knight demonstrating a prodigious organ that was fully extended as they walked toward cabin number 3. Cheers were in order from everyone.

Before entering the cabin, the Black Knight picked her up as if she was his bride and carried her into the room. “Hi, I’m Terry and I’m really glad you picked me. You got me hard the moment the captain took off your robe but you probably noticed.”

Sandy didn’t say anything at first but put her arms around his neck. Then she said, “You are the handsomest guy here tonight, Terry. I think we make a lovely couple.”

“I agree. Do you mind if I remove your nighty?”

“Be my guest,” Sandy said with delight and a twinkle in her eye.

He pulled Sandy’s baby doll over her head and suggested they try out the nipple clamps.

“Fine but be gentle. I’ve never worn nipple clamps before.”

“Oh, these should be fine. They have a soft covering on the ends. Oh look, they’re the vibrating kind!”

Sandy only felt more aroused and sexy when Terry kissed and sucked each nipple before clipping them in place. Ecstasy filled her brain feeling the vibration on her tits and she couldn’t wait to feel that monster cock inside her.

Once wearing the ornamentation, Sandy knelt in front of Terry sucking his cock into her mouth. She had tamed her gag reflex when giving Jacques blowjobs but Terry was just too big. Sandy’s mouth was stretched to its limit and although she could get him into her throat, she could not take all him all the way down. To compensate, she rolled her tongue around his hard manhood and sucked as if she was trying to milk him like a child nursing on his mother.

Terry told her over and over again how nice if was to have a woman who really knew how to suck cock. “You are so good, Sandy. Keep going, don’t quit. You do it better than my wife ever has.”

After many minutes of trying to get Terry’s dick all the way down her throat, she stopped and said, “Let’s fuck.” She was more than ready to feel his meat fill her fuck hole and wanted him in all the way up to her cervix.

Sandy stood giving Terry a deep sensual kiss and he wrapped his muscular arms around her lifting her off her feet and laying her gently on the bed. Without a word, he moved quickly between her legs licking her cunt between the opening in the crotch-less thong. He finger fucked her while sucking her clit, then back to licking her pussy juices. “Sandy, I just love white pussy. You are so delicious,” then he returned to licking and sucking the fluids from her soaking wet vagina. Terry was an expert at conalingus. He knew how to please a woman.

Between heavy breathing she said, “Look, Terry, I love what your are doing but I need your cock inside me. I want you so much. Fuck me, Terry, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

He moved up to give Sandy a kiss and at the same time pressed his engorged pole on her pussy lips, first moving it up and down along her slit before starting to penetrate her fuck hole.

Terry pressed in slowly at first waiting for Sandy to adjust to his size, then sliding in and out half way so that she could sense the feeling of being filled with his massive cock. He pushed in further knowing he could never have his cock entirely inside her. No woman had every taken him all the way in. He was simply too large.

Once Terry felt resistance, he knew that Sandy was good for all but two inches of him so the thrusting began with Sandy’s cries of, “Fuck, oh fuck. That feels so good. Fuck me harder, harder,” encouraging Terry to pick up the pace. With each of his strokes, Sandy could feel her juices flowing even though she was not yet having orgasms.

Terry had such a wonderful rhythm, not too fast but not too slow. He slid in and out of her in such a masterful way that unexpectedly and out of nowhere, Sandy had a massive orgasm. Her vagina contracted with each impulse and her inner fluids poured out of her like never before.

Terry could feel her heated fluid response and began to pound into her working for his own orgasm. Stroke after stroke, Terry plowed into her with his rock hard staff until he finally exploded. His hot cum gushed into her love channel until he had emptied his load filling her to overflowing.

Tears ran down her cheeks with pleasure. “Terry, oh Terry, you are so wonderful. I can’t believe it. I’ve never been so happy.” She was over the moon with joy. “Let’s do it again,” Sandy begged.

“In a minute,” her knight replied but in the next minute, Terry lapsed into a deep sleep.

…… to be continued To The Last Sequel In This MILF Story Of Passion And Lust 

MILF Slut Sequel Two



After hearing Phyllis’ Party Boat story, Sandy decided it was time to reconnect with Jacques. The video that Jacques had sent reminded her of his massive cock and she once again yearned to have him inside her. She wrote a short personal e-mail to his private address and asked how things were with him and the college.

He wrote back a day later and said he was still teaching at the college but was no longer a dean. Wendy, his wife, was reduced to part time in the AV department but her health benefits were retained as if she was full time. They were very happy with that. Also, most of their videos had been scrubbed from the system and he assured Sandy that she shouldn’t worry.

Jacques and Sandy kept in touch over the next month but never talked about getting together for sex. This drove Sandy crazy as she wanted him more and more with each passing day.

Meanwhile, Ann and Betty at the club asked her about Phyllis. They hoped Sandy had seen something suspicious and had some ‘dirt’ to share. But Sandy was non-committal and said there was nothing to report other than the usual daytime shopping trips, church and PTA meetings.

“Anyway, Ann,” she said, “it’s too dark in the evening to see when neighbors are going and coming.”

As the days rolled by, Sandy was beside herself with lust. Her husband, Andrew, was doing his best in bed but it just wasn’t enough. She thought about the three-some and wondered if Jacques and Tyler were still interested. Also, Sandy fantasized about the Party Boat and her dreams were always about having sex with younger men. What should she do?

She wondered how to broach the topic with Jacques of having a three-some with Tyler without seeming like a psychotic nymphomaniac? It was a delicate situation. It called for some discretion and subtlety on her part but at the same time, she needed to get her point across.

“Jacques,” she wrote, “Haven’t heard from Tyler since the incident a few months back. I think he was in one of the videos so I’m concerned. Has he experienced fallout from Wendy’s hacked computer? Maybe we can have lunch together and talk about how this is playing out.”

It was Tyler that replied. “Hi, Sandy. Jacques said you wrote. All is well here. I’m still teaching at the college. Jacques and Wendy got most of the heat but I’m okay. How about you?”

Sandy wrote back almost immediately and said she was doing fine. She told Tyler she had an interesting story he might be interested in but it was too long for e-mail. Sandy had the Party Boat story in mind and since he didn’t know the individuals involved, it was safe to tell him.

“Hey, Sandy. I’d love to hear your story sometime. Do you have Thursday afternoon free for lunch?” Tyler wrote.

“Sure,” she wrote. “Place and time?” It was a short response but she didn’t want to seem eager.

“How about at the Grand Hotel where they have a fantastic buffet? It’s on Fourth and Main. I’ll be there at 1:30.”

Again Sandy’s reply was short and to the point again. “Fine, c’ya then.”

Unlike the first meeting with Jacques, Sandy had no reservations nor misconceptions about meeting Tyler. Simply put, they were there to fuck and lunching at the hotel meant they didn’t have far to go to consummate the arrangement.

They greeted each other with a friendly hug and Sandy asked about Jacques. “Will Jacques be joining us?”

“Jacques can’t make it on Thursday. He has classes this afternoon. I hope that’s okay.”

Sandy thought, how convenient. “Sure, Tyler, that’s fine.”

Sandy had a light salad while Tyler seemed hungry. His plate overflowed with food. They had ordered a bottle of wine from the bar and sat down for lunch. It didn’t take long before Tyler touched on the topic for the afternoon. Tell me about the story you mentioned in your e-mail.”

Sandy gave him the Reader’s Digest version of the Party Boat. Tyler changed the subject and said, “I saw you on Wendy’s video before it was scrubbed. My God you are even more lovely on the video than when we first met. And now you are sitting in front of me as radiant as ever.”

“Thanks,” Sandy replied feeling embarrassed from the compliments. “And I saw you at one of their swing parties. You sure were an enthusiastic participant.”

“Really? Those parties were always fun but sadly they have come to an end. I just want to say, Sandy, that it isn’t just that you have a gorgeous body but the energy you showed with Jacques is amazing. You really enjoy sex, don’t you?”

“Well, I suppose so, like any healthy American woman I guess.”

Tyler reacted with a degree of hesitancy, as if he was thinking of what to say next. “I don’t want to be presumptuous here but I think we should get a room. What do you think?”

Sandy didn’t want to be overly anxious, although it was exactly what she wanted. Her frown was intended to give Tyler an impression that she might not like the idea. The glint in her eyes gave her away. “Maybe, Tyler. It’s just so soon.”

“There isn’t any secret why I invited you to lunch today, Sandy, so there is no need for you to play hard to get. That’s so high school. We both want to get laid.”

Sandy was upset by the high school reference but after she calmed down, she said, “I get your point. Maybe I did come here to be with you for more than lunch.”

“Good,” he said and got up from the table and walked over to the reception desk. He was back shortly and said, “We’re in room 254. After lunch, I’ll go up first and if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes, take the elevator to the second floor. Here is the key.”

Tyler didn’t wait to finish his lunch. He signed the tab writing room 254 and left. Sandy finished her salad before taking Elevator IV to the second floor. She felt no guilt or shame, only excitement. In fact, the excitement flowed between her legs. She had already soaked her panties at the thought of getting fucked by a man ten years her junior.

In the room, Tyler had opened another bottle of wine and had poured two glasses. He had removed his suit jacket and tie. On the desk was one red rose. Sandy thought it was a nice touch but wasn’t sure if he had put it there or if all of the rooms had a flower. Tyler sat opposite the bed when he said with a grin, “Take off your clothes, Sandy. I love having a drink with a naked woman, especially a naked woman as sexy as you.”

Obviously, this was not the first time Tyler had shacked up in the hotel and he knew just what he was doing. Sandy noted that his voice sounded like he was talking to one of his students. It was slightly demanding so she asked, “Tyler, do you do this with your students?”

“Well, I have but not too often. A couple of the girls came onto me and I couldn’t resist as long as they were legal. You might have seen one of them in the swing video.”

“Yes I did and she was really young and cute.”

“Okay, let me see what’s under those garments, then we’ll sip some wine.

Again feeling like one of his students, Sandy slowly and provocatively stripped. Of course, when she had only her thong left, Tyler could see her wetness and said, “Oh Sandy, those panties are so wet I can see you and I are going to have a good time together.”

She was humiliated but quickly recovered and slipped off her thong. Sandy sat on the edge of the bed completely naked opposite a completely dressed Tyler. They talked a short while about Jacques and Wendy and how they managed to host swing parties. Sandy was sorry they had ended, wishing she had been there.

When Sandy had almost finished her wine, Tyler moved closer to her and gently touched each of her breasts. He followed that by kissing her lips, then licking each nipple. Sandy was wild with excitement and her deep breaths told Tyler she was more than ready for him to take her.

“Look Sandy,” he whispered, “I have a hair trigger the first time I cum. Don’t be disappointed because I promise to perform in a way that will make you happy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Unzip me and you will see.”

Tyler stood directly in front of her as she unzipped his pants. He helped her pull his erect penis through the opening and said, “I need your rosy lips around my cock, Sandy.”

She went down on him and took him deep into her throat. Sandy was just a little disappointed because it was not Jacques mammoth cock but it was a nice cock. She wasn’t in a position to complain.

Quickly and without much more than a murmur, Tyler squirted a half dozen shots of his cum into Sandy’s mouth. It was all she could do to keep it from spilling out onto her lips. With a deft motion, Tyler picked up Sandy’s wine glass and said, “Wash it down with this.”

She did what he suggested. Sandy thought to herself that the mix of cum and wine had and interesting texture and a pleasurable flavor.

For a time, they sat waiting for Tyler to recover. He sat on the bed with his fly open and his cock dangling out from the opening. The view was both amusing and erotic and Sandy anxiously waited for its resurrection. She wanted him so badly in her pussy. Finally she could wait no longer and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. “It’s getting late, Tyler. Let’s wake up your sleeping Peter.” ‘Peter’ was her endearing term for her husband’s penis. She enjoyed the playful thought of Peter in Pussy as soul mates like Dick in Jane.

Sandy gently massaged ‘Peter’ until he was hard enough to get him inside her. She straddled his legs and pressed his firm muscle deep into her cunt. With each stroke his cock hardened further and she rode him almost violently until feeling her first orgasms. Although Tyler came almost immediately when she gave him a blowjob earlier, this time he had much better staying power. After some active and lengthy cowgirl action, Tyler exploded into her just as she was enjoying a third orgasm.

She lay exhausted on the bed and in a bit of a fog. Tyler’s performance was exactly as he had promised. She basked in the afterglow realizing that sex with Tyler was exactly what she needed. Obviously, it is one of the benefits of fucking a younger guy.

Tyler woke her from her trance and said, “I want to do you anal.”

“Another time?” she wondered. “Is he good for another time?” Sandy was in awe of his stamina. “Maybe he is a short hitter on the first round,” she reasoned, “but wow, the guy sure can perform.” And that’s just what she wanted.

At that he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants laying naked next to Sandy. When the moment was right, Tyler turned Sandy on her stomach and brought out the lube. First with one finger, then two, he rubbed the ointment in her ass and smeared a large portion on his enlarged organ. He mounted her and slowly but relentlessly penetrated her butt hole until he was completely buried inside her.

Sandy felt no discomfort since she was accustomed to having sex this way with Andrew. Andrew was more forceful once he got in but Tyler let his cock rest for a moment and then pulled back almost completely pulling out. Then he pushed in again all the way to his balls, resting and pulled back again. This continued until he finally picked up speed and the momentum was so that Sandy could anticipate his movements.

Sandy moved onto on all fours so that Tyler could penetrate her even deeper and faster. Soon they were in sync with Sandy rocking her hips to meet each of his rhythmic strokes. She reached down between her legs to massage her clit, doubling her pleasure.

Toward the end, Tyler was vigorously pounding into her rear end and it seemed like forever and maybe it was. Tyler finally let loose with another blast of cum creaming her rectum just as he had done earlier in her pussy and mouth. After he pulled out, she kissed him and jumped into the shower. It was already 4:00 and Andrew would be home at six.

“I’ve gotta run, Tyler. It was fun.”

She dressed and left Tyler dozing on the bed, still naked dreaming of this glorious afternoon.

Sandy was beginning to pay the price on the drive home. Her butt was so sore it was hard for her to sit comfortably. Her next stop would be at the drugstore to pick up some anal cream to sooth her very painful ass. Well, she figured, the whole afternoon went well and was definitely worth a tender behind.

Sandy began thinking more about the Party Boat in the following week. Having sex with new partners was such a turn-on and she no longer had any feelings of guilt or regret.

Sandy realized she would be desirable to younger men for only a few more years and she should take advantage of those years while there are opportunities. In her whole life, she had experienced sex with only three men, Andrew, Jacques and now Tyler and it seemed she owed it to herself to make up for lost time. Sandy’s raging hormones added to the rationality she used to justify her lust. Anyway, times had changed since she was growing up. These days women are more open to having multiple partners and finding ways to satisfy their sexual urges.