LUST

$1,000,000 to the person who can bring her to me dressed in a schoolgirl outfit with anime puffs in her pigtails and cute Mary Jane shoes on her feet, so I can ravage every inch of her hot body with my perverted mouth and hands. Look at those tits!

DENTISTS ARE KINKY

I waited for him upstairs in my candlelit bedroom. I left the front door open, so he could slip in quietly. He took off his boots and locked the front door behind him. I heard him on the stairs. My heart pounded in my ears. He came through my bedroom door, adjusting his eyes to the dim light. I told him to make himself more comfortable. He asked me how comfortable. I told him to strip. I was feeling rather dominant. It was his lucky day.

He got nude and laid on the bed as instructed. I asked him what kind of music he likes and turned on my tunes. I was ready to rock. I laid next to him and got down by his dick, which was semi-hard. I started petting his prick, making it harder with each teasing stroke. I was getting really turned on. I could feel my hairy cunt moistening between my legs. I wanted to hop on his dick, but the urge to torture and torment overcame my lust to satisfy my kitty. His cock and ass were mine!

I grabbed a medium butt plug, a long vibrator, a bottle of lube, my riding crop, and the tie from my silk robe. I giggled and noticed he was a bit startled. I caught him staring at my cleavage which spilled out of my plum-colored silk, floor-length negligie. I slipped next to him and heard him exclaim, "You like being in charge, don't you?" I replied, "Yeah, I like a little control. It depends on my mood."

I hopped off the bed and moved to the side where he was laying. I reached underneath the bed, and pulled out one of the four-point restraints hidden there. I secured his left wrist. The corner of my eye caught sight of his cock growing. This kinky little bitch needed to be used by a horny slut like me. He was going to be my bitch.

I got on the bed next to him and told him to roll over on his left side. I told him to reach back with his right hand and spread his asscheeks for me. I wanted his asshole exposed. I poured a little lube on his bunghole and lubed up the vibrator. I slid it in gently and turned it on. I needed to fuck his ass. My cunt was getting hot. I could feel its steamy wetness dribbling down my thigh.

I gently pumped the vibrator in and out of his ass and told him to roll on his back. His cock was really hard. I took it in my mouth and licked the shaft, teasing the head with flicks of my tongue. I heard him groan with the movements of my mouth on his cock.

If I saw the vibrator slipping out, I would gently push it back in, but his wanton asshole was greedily keeping it in place. It would only pop out as the result of the flexing of his pelvic muscles, which was induced by my deep throating. His cock pulsed as I went down its entirety. The vibrating stimulation to his prostate was intensifying the actions of my mouth.

I turned my attention to his ballsack, licking and softly sucking his nuts. He groaned louder and told me how good it felt. I fucked his ass with the vibrator as I covered his scrotum with my shiny saliva. His balls were shaved smooth, perfect for my lavish attention. I fucked his ass, licked his balls, and stroked his cock. He groaned and shot his first load.

I gave him tissues and baby wipes to clean up his spunk while I prepared the butt plug with a condom and generous lube. I told him to roll over again and spread his asscheeks as he had before. I inserted the thick butt plug into his anus and made him roll over onto his back. I took the robe tie in my hands and wrapped it tightly around the base of his balls and cock, winding it until his package had a leash for me to tug. I tugged it, arousing his rod to stiffness. I used the riding crop to tap softly on his balls and cock, teasing him with the threat of my weapon. I used the crop to urge his dick into its fullest erection.

I went down on him again, deep throating him with every other stroke of my mouth. Then, I told him I was going to tease his prick until it came into my mouth. I told him I would make him taste his own cum on my lips after he came. His cock pulsed and he shot a huge load on his stomach. I kept stroking his cock lightly, avoiding the sensitive head, squeezing out every last drop of his jizz.

We went on like this for hours...

BEST MOVIE FIGHT EVER

No matter how many times I see this fight it still cracks me up...no pun intended.

Transportation

I found the perfect ways for me to get around. :-)

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!

Thanks to those who wished me a happy birthday today.

Filthy Gorgeous

Has anyone seen Filthy Gorgeous?

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0896809

It is a short made-for-cable film (1 hr) that is supposedly a character study of the clients and employees (both male and female) of an escort agency.

I need to know if it's worth my time to watch it. The few minutes I caught of it on cable seemed interesting.

Snap Shot From a Shower

We climbed out of the tub and into the huge shower. It had two massaging shower heads and a corner seat. We needed to rinse off after our tryst in the spa tub. There was plenty of hot water to stream over our wanton bodies. I told him I wanted to wash his hair. I asked him to face away from me. He stood in front of me, three feet of gorgeous hair cascading down his back, the ends hitting the top of his rear end. It was soaking wet from the shower.

I poured the hotel shampoo into my palm and massaged it into his scalp. The length of his hair required the entire bottle. I saturated every strand, then began a sensual scalp massage. He tilted his head back, enjoying the sensations and attention. Slowly, I used my nails and fingertips to rub away his stress and cleanse his hair. I told him to rinse and reached for the conditioner.

Again, I used my hands to work the product into his hair, making the task as sensual as possible. I could tell he enjoyed the attention. Don't we all? We rinsed the conditioner from his hair and kissed.

I took care of my hair, scrubbed my face, and washed my body with my perfumed shower gel. It was time to shave. I finished my underarms and moved to my legs. He watched with a smile on his face as I completed shaving my last leg. "Would you mind shaving my pussy?" I asked. His eyes opened wide and he uttered, "I'd love to." I handed him my ladies shaving cream and sharp razor and sat on the marble seat in the corner of the shower stall.

I leaned back and spread my legs, exposing my twat to him. My pussy hair was drenched from the shower, plastering my mound against my skin. I told him to squirt some of the shaving cream into his palm, work it into a lather, then cover my slutty pussy with it. He worked the lather into my cunt hair, making sure her covered it thickly with the scented shaving cream. His hand moving against my wanton triangle turned me on. My clit swelled and tingled, causing my juices to flow into my snatch, making it slippery and wet for what was to come.

He knelt on the cold marble and stared at my gash. He assessed his task and carefully began the hair removal using slow, deliberate strokes. As he moved the razor over my pussy I saw his cock grow. By the time he rinsed my long, reddish-brown pubes from the razor, his cock was rock hard. My cunt was soaked. My desires grew. I wanted his dick inside me. He finished the first pass, rinsed me thoroughly, and lathered me again. He went over his initial strokes again, pressing harder this time, shaving me baby-smooth. He shaved me bare.

I leaned back further, spread my legs wider, and asked him to shave any stray hairs around my anus. I like my asshole smooth for tongues, toys, and cocks. He held my ass cheeks apart with one hand and shaved with the other, working until my butt hole was as smooth as my snatch. He rinsed me repeatedly until all traces of the shaving cream were gone and my smooth nether-regions were sweetly scented and ready for action.

I stood up and kissed him under the flow from the shower. As we kissed, he tweaked my nipples
and I softly stroked his rod. I bent over the corner seat and wiggled my ass at him. I wanted it in both holes. I was lusting for a prick. I didn't care where it went, as long as it filled me. His long, fat cock would do the trick.

He came behind me, grabbed my ass, and shoved his cock deep in my freshly shaved kitty. He pumped me hard and fast. I could hear the wetness of my pussy over the noise from the falling water. "You're making me so fucking wet," I cried. "Fuck me, make me come. Give it to me." I came over and over. I lost track of the orgasms, wave after heady wave making me dizzy with delight. I could feel my slimy cunt juices sliding down my thighs.

He kept pumping me through my climaxes, making them intense beyond belief. He fucked me long and hard with an animal thrust. I could hear him moan and knew he was close. I bounced back on his dick, milking out his orgasm. He erupted loudly. His dick filled my cunt with jizz. I couldn't believe how much he was pumping into me. I could feel his prick pulse with each shot. He kept shooting and shooting. It was an unbelievable amount of cum. He filled me completely. The cum ran down my thighs, joining my juices, and swirling down the drain.

We both breathed hot and hard. We kept gently moving against each other, eking out the last juices from our privates. We held each other under the water and washed ourselves, cleaning our juices off each other. We rinsed, turned off the water, and toweled off. We fell naked into bed and discussed our next move.

To be continued in the elevator...

Snap Shot From a Spa Tub

The bubbles and warm water swirling around my body were getting me in the mood. I felt relaxed and naughty. That familiar tingle was running through my wet cunt. He was facing me, our legs intertwined. I reached under the water and grabbed his cock, which was already stiff. I slowly teased him by stroking his hard prick, looking him square in his eyes, an evil grin on my face. "My cock feels so hard," he said. "It is," I replied. I stroked him slowly and deliberately, taking pleasure in keeping him on the edge. I felt his dick twitch in my hand. I knew he was close. "I want you to cum in the water, so I can bathe in it," I said. The thought of his jizz swirling around me, fresh out of his spent cock, made me hot. My snatch was wet with desire. I stroked him with one hand and fingered my sopping wet pussy with the other. I rubbed my pleasure button with my left middle finger while my right hand expertly worked his hose. I backed off when I guessed he was getting close to shooting his wad. I wanted him to beg for it, to need it. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. Occasionally, he let out a soft moan, a quiet plea for release. "Not yet," I teased. He groaned. I increased the pace and depth of my stroke. He was so close, so ready to explode. I was ready for his cum-bath. I was going to let him go. "Do it, shoot it, cum for me," I commanded. I felt a warm rush over my hand. He was groaning loudly, making animal sounds. He was cumming into our water. I moved my stroking hand to my tit and teased my nipple while my finger finished the job on my clit. I came hard and loud, my noises echoing off the high ceilings. We blissfully soaked in the jizz water for another hour, then the two of us got into the double-headed shower and washed off each other.

To be continued in the shower...

A TRUE STORY - CHAPTER TWO

I eagerly anticipated returning for the completion of my dental cleaning. My first visit left lust in my heart for my sexy dentist and his mighty tool. The day finally arrived. I was scheduled for my follow-up visit.

I wore fishnet pantyhose. I decided access needed to be made easier, so I ripped out the crotch of my fishnets, so my dentist could take me at his will. I didn't wear panties. I added high heels, a pair of black patent leather Mary Jane pumps; naughty, but nice. A black lace push-up bra made my huge tits look enormous in my black velvet skirt and sweater. I accessorized with a few modest jewels and ran out the door.

I drove frantically, chomping at the bit for my dentist's sweet cock. Seconds seemed minutes as I neared my destination. I nervously parked my car, my mind racing with possibilities. My dentist was in charge this time. I wondered what he had in store for me. I walked to his building and rode the elevator to his floor. All the while my mind hashed through scenario after scenario, each one steamier than the last.

I knocked quickly, entered hastily, and yelled, "Hello?" He emerged from the back office looking hotter than ever. His scrubs fit loosely. I could see his sexy chest in his v-neck, a strong chest with soft salt and pepper hair that begged to be stroked and nuzzled. His dick was pulsing in his pants. I could see it thicken and knew he was as eager as I. I went to kiss him, but he had other plans. Our deep kiss turned into a quick peck as he grabbed my hair and gently led me to the office where we screwed last time.

He forcefully pushed me to my knees, took his cock out of his scrub pants and underwear, and shoved it between my moist lips. Furiously, he pumped my mouth. I took his prick deep, all the way down my throat like the anxious slut I was. He had my head in his hands, using them to pump my mouth on his cock at the pace he desired. He forced my head back and forth on his stiff joint.

I swallowed his member again and again. I felt his dick get harder as he pumped. His moans deepened as I took him whole and greedily swallowed his pre-cum. His sweet juice was lubricating my throat, so he could pound deeper. Suddenly, he erupted deep in my throat. I felt his spunk shoot down my throat and into my belly. I waited until he was done pulsing his cum down my gullet; then I lapped at his cock and balls, cleaning him up, so he could stuff his beautiful member back into his underpants.

I straightened myself up and hopped into his dental chair. My pussy was soaked. My cunt juices dripped down my gash and onto my bottom. My twat was wet with desire for his man meat. My pussy walls twitched with need and my clit pulsed with wanton lust. I needed a prick rammed in my cunt so bad I could taste it. I wanted it, but I had to wait.

He prepared his tray and sat next to me in his chair. I leaned over, looked him square in the eye, rubbed his tool through his pants, and silently challenged him to focus on the task at hand, instead of letting his mind wander to his cock and what I wanted to do to it. He suggested we get down to business in a serious tone.

He began my cleaning with a sonic instrument that vibrated against my teeth. The sensation made my nipples raging hard. I stopped him and told him what was happening to my tits. He uttered a few words, wondering if that always happened to his female patients. I suggested that it must and from now on he'd be tempted to check out each female patient's boobs to see if their nips poked out like mine, as he used his vibrating tool.

He returned to his work. My nipples were fully erect, so hard they almost hurt. I savored the feeling in my jugs as my twat grew wetter. I closed my eyes and fantasized about him taking me up the ass, bending me over the dental chair and forcing his hard prick deep in my asshole. I imagined him tugging on my hair and calling me a slut while he rammed his dick deep inside my ass.

In my dream, he used my hair for leverage, so he could ram his member up my ass as deep and hard and fast as possible, showing me no mercy as he used my butthole for his pleasure. In my fantasy, he came long and hard in my bottom, filling me with his hot jizz. I snapped back to reality and opened my eyes.

He finished my cleaning by polishing my teeth. Throughout the cleaning, I rubbed his unit through his pants, teasing him, playfully egging him on, challenging him to use me for his pleasure. He finished my teeth. I rinsed and spit a few times, suddenly realizing I was running late for a lunch date. I explained my situation and begged his forgiveness for my early departure.

Frustrated, I got myself together and gathered my things. My cunt juices dripped out of my snatch soaking my thighs with sticky goo. I needed a good pounding so bad. My pussy twitched and pulsed. I was his to use, but time was our enemy. I thanked him, gave him a peck on the lips, and went out the door.

He followed me to the elevator, riding down with me, so he could grab some lunch. A woman got on a couple of floors down. I looked at him, smirked, and tweaked my nipples through my sweater, teasing him behind the woman's back.

I stumbled back to my car, drunk with desire. I eyed every man I passed, surveying their crotch and wondering what it would be like to fuck them. I got into the driver's seat like a nasty slut, flashing a young man who passed by. He was an attractive Asian gentleman who eyed my bare twat as I slowly got into my car, spreading my legs and hiking up my skirt while doing so.

I needed to drive to the mall to meet a lunch date. I prayed he'd fuck me silly and use me as his slut. I drove toward the mall restaurant entrance re-living the past two hours in my head and hoping to be satisfied shortly.

Lilacs

My childhood memories of spring are driven by lilacs.

My grandmothers were both great lovers of lilacs. They had many bushes in their yards; white, pink, and deep purple filled the eye. The heady fragrance was sometimes dizzying. I often took refuge under the heavily laden branches during a game of hide and seek. I remember the petals invading my hair and sticking to my clothes.

The scent of those flowers would fill my nose and remain with me long into the night, even as I lay tightly tucked into a den sofa bed. The smell would waft through an open window along with the chatter of crickets and tree frogs. My heavy eyelids would fight sleep as I strained to hear the Pinochle conversation coming from the dining room. I drifted off to the drone of distant political discussions interrupted by occasional bids.

One of the only photos of my paternal grandmother as a young woman is her standing in front of a giant lilac bush. She planted a new lilac every year until there was no more space to add a fragrant bush.

My maternal grandmother had an obsession for gardening. Roses were her specialty, but spring was a time for bulbs and lilacs. Her lilacs were show-pieces, big beautiful bushes so full of flowers one couldn't see the branches. I would watch and listen as she bestowed my mother with her gardening wisdom. Unknowingly, I absorbed a green thumb over the years of visits to my maternal grandparents.

MySpace

I finally made a MySpace page. Check out the hilarious video I posted there. To visit it, click on the link shown on the right that says, "Cadence's MySpace Page." 

*2019 Update*
I, along with the rest of the world, no longer have a MySpace page.  I watched the changes they made over the years, scratching my head, and wondering why they were committing websiteicide.

A TRUE STORY

I was badly in need of a visit to the dentist. My bi-annual exam and cleaning was way overdue. My regular dentist retired about a year ago. I was avoiding the Herculean task of finding a new, reputable dentist in my area. I needed someone with flexible hours, since my schedule is so hectic. I am limited to Friday afternoons, when most dental professionals are out of their offices. I finally located a dentist willing to see me on his day off, but he warned me that it would just be the two of us, since his employees have that day off. I didn’t mind that it would take a bit longer due to his lack of assistance. We scheduled an early afternoon appointment for the following Friday.

I arrived at his office building on a warm sunny day. It was nice to wear a skirt and low-cut blouse for a change. My winter togs had grown wearisome. It felt liberating to wear one layer rather than tedious coverings. My massive tits spilled over the top of my plunging neckline. I caught a few stares. There was a nice spring breeze which occasionally lifted my skirt sending gusts of air to cool my steaming hot crotch.

I am always thinking about sex and that day was no different. In the car I fantasized about naughty dentist/patient scenarios. It made my panties sizzle with my wetness. The heat I generate down there, when I’m turned on, never ceases to amaze me.

The cool air felt good against my damp panties as I entered his building. I took the elevator to his floor and found his office. I walked into an empty room. It was a bit ethereal. I was never in an empty dental office before. I closed the door behind me and noticed a man dressed in scrubs emerging from the back office. I said his name with a question mark at the end and he acknowledged me.

He was hot, a sexy older guy with an athletic figure and a nice face. I could see that look in his eyes. I can spot a well-endowed guy from a mile away. Guys with hot cocks always have a certain look in their eyes. It’s as if they know it’s going to be alright, because even if everything else goes away, they’re still packing a massive pleasure rod. That makes everything okay.

I went toward him like a lioness stalking her prey, slowly at first, and then quickening my pace. Without a word, I put my hand on my new dentist’s package. It felt good through the thin fabric of his scrubs. I could tell he was wearing underwear, probably boxer-briefs. His dick was already semi-hard. Had my new dentist been thinking or doing something arousing right before I arrived?

I surprised him with a kiss, using my tongue to probe his mouth. I thought he would be shocked, but he seemed receptive. Was it the cleavage? Was it timing? After all, he was obviously semi-aroused when I arrived. I continued to rub his cock lightly through his pants. It hardened under my touch. As his tool stiffened, my wetness increased. I could feel my panties soak through and knew that soon my desire would drip down my inner thighs.

He massaged my tits through my blouse and bra. I knew he was game. I could tell he was the kind of smoldering sexpot who only needs the right partner to get porn crazy. His nervous hands felt good on my jugs. He pinched my nipples gently and tugged on my breasts. It felt like it had been awhile for him. I guessed he didn’t get much at home, if any. He needed this. He needed me to ball his fucking brains out. He needed me to suck the life right out of him. I needed a cock to satisfy my hunger. It was a match made in heaven.

He uttered a few nervous words, something about us getting started. I kissed him once more and took off my glasses. I put them in my purse and asked where I should go. He ushered me into an examination room and directed me toward the chair. I made myself comfortable and answered the usual new patient questions.

While he was making pleasantries, I reached for his prick. It was still hard. I could see its girth and length through his clothes. It was going to be a beauty. I already had a mental picture of his mighty staff and I wanted it bad.

He was distracted, aroused, nervous, and shy. I felt the urge, the urge that constantly burns inside me, the desire to do him, to work his cock, and bring him to the edge. I accelerated my rubbing, leaned over, and undid the tie at his waistband. I pulled out his rock hard member and stroked it. I pulled him toward me and engulfed his cock with my mouth adjusting myself in the dental chair for easier access.

I sucked him fast and hard. I was hot and horny and I could tell it had been a long time for him. I sucked him like I was suffocating and there was oxygen in his balls. I greedily blew him. My tongue swirled around his cock head and up and down his shaft. He gasped whenever I took him to the back of my throat. “You really don’t have a gag reflex,” he said. My fingernails teased his ball sack as he erupted down my throat. It was a huge load, almost too much to swallow. I gulped down his sweet jizz, smiled, and giggled a little. He pulled up his pants and suggested that we get on with things.

He probed me with his instruments, examining my mouth. I could see his cock swelling again. He tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but I knew his mind was wandering. I figured he was thinking about probing me with his natural instrument.

The cleaning went quickly. He finished my top teeth and got ready to start on the bottom row. I couldn’t resist his dick. I contorted my body, so I could rub his cock through his pants again. The blow job had put us behind schedule and I knew he was pressed for time, so I suggested I come back at a later date to complete my cleaning.

He agreed it would be best not to rush through the cleaning, but to make a follow-up appointment. I continued to rub his rod. Then, I pulled my tits out of my bra and hiked up my skirt. I tweaked my nipples until they hardened. Then, I rubbed his genitals with my right hand while using my left hand to explore my clit.

My clit was rock hard. It tingled next to my sopping wet pussy. I said, “Listen to how wet you’ve gotten my cunt.” With those words, I massaged my lips and filled the room with the squishy sound of desire.

I stuck a couple of fingers in my vagina and lifted my hand to show him. I spread my fingers apart. He saw strings of my cum stretch between my fingers. My hand glistened with my cunt juice. He stared at my dripping hand and told me to rinse. I rinsed the gritty residue of the cleaning from my mouth. Then, I told him to strip.

As he took off his clothes, I stood up and bent over the dental chair, hiking up my skirt. He tried to enter me from behind. I could feel his rock hard penis poking at me, but I was at the wrong angle, so I asked him if there was a room with carpet. He said his office has carpet. I started for the door and allowed him to overtake me and lead the way to his office.

The room was cluttered and a bit cramped. I quickly figured out the logistics and told him to lay on the floor on his back with his head by the door. He barely settled in and I was on his cock, on my haunches, bouncing on his rod.

My pussy juice dripped down his massive cock and onto the floor. I was frenzied. I rode his big, fat cock for my pleasure. I pushed my body against him so my clit was stimulated. I moved my hips around to hit my g-spot. I used his big, beautiful cock for what it was, a rare treat. Magnificent pricks are scarce and I was going to take advantage of my present situation, bouncing on a genetically-gifted guy.

I rode him hard, got myself off, and turned my attention to his satisfaction. I watched the expressions on his face to see what moves brought him the most pleasure. I bounced on him just right until he erupted in my cunt. I could feel wave after wave of his cum squirting inside me.

I slowed my pace and cooled him down with my twat until I knew it was safe to dismount. I got off him, clenching my pussy muscles so his sweet cum wouldn’t rush out of my freshly-fucked snatch. I rearranged my clothes and tried to make myself look as presentable as possible. I asked him if there was a bathroom I could use.

He handed me a key on the end of a toothbrush. I slipped down the hall to the bathroom, keeping my knees locked so I wouldn’t leave a trail of his salty jizz. I pissed out his hot load, washed my pussy and hands, and tried to make my hair look like I hadn’t just been fucked real dirty.

I returned to his office, put on my glasses, grabbed my purse, and kissed him goodbye, figuring there wouldn’t be any charge. I left him there counting down the minutes until our next rendezvous.

Stay tuned for details of my follow-up appointment.

Mrs. Ryder, you are trying to seduce me. Aren't you?

I parted the curtains in my usual manner, just far enough to create a slit wide enough for me to peek out across the yard and into her bedroom window, but not so wide as to call attention to it. One could set a watch by her nightly ritual. Every evening at precisely ten o'clock she came into her bedroom to prepare to go to sleep.

I watched as she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She bent over to pick it up, revealing her muff. She wasn't wearing panties underneath her open-bottom girdle. She never did. I could see a tangle of reddish-brown pubic hair framed by her girdle. Her creamy thighs were framed by the garters running from her girdle down to her seamed stockings. Her bra barely contained her mammoth chest. Her cleavage spilled over the top of the cups and her nipples poked through the fabric.

I reflected on the countless occasions I timed taking out the garbage, so I could spy her gardening in her yard, catching a glimpse of her tits down her blouse as she bent over. She would sit up to say hello and I would notice her stiff nipples stabbing through her shirt. I snapped back to the present and refocused my attention on her nightly custom.

My loins tingled as I watched her sit down at her vanity. In my mind, my face replaced her vanity stool. I could feel her hot pussy against my mouth and chin. My nose filled with her scent. My member stirred. It always happened this way. I watched. She undressed. I hardened. She slipped into bed and turned out the light, my signal to stroke, continuing the fantasy. Over the last year it was the same every night, both of us with our rituals.

I snapped out of my haze and redirected my attention to her. She was done brushing her hair. She removed her dark red lipstick and thick mascara. She stood up, reached around her back, and unhooked her bra. She tossed it on the vanity chair as she kicked off her pumps. Even indoors she always wore sky-high stilettos. She sat on her bed and unhooked her stockings, slowly pulling them off. She stood and gently hung the stockings over her bra. I saw her long, darkly polished fingernails fumbling with the zipper on the side of her girdle. She finally managed to unzip it and free her ample hips from the tight girdle.

I unzipped my pants and slid my hand inside the front of them. Even from afar I could see her nipples were hard. She must keep her bedroom cool at night. She put her girdle with the rest of her things. Then, she broke her routine.

She always visited her bathroom between undressing and getting into bed. Tonight she moved toward the phone on her bedside table instead. She lifted the receiver. I watched her breasts jiggle as she dialed a phone number. The phone blasted in my ear.

Had she dialed my house? Why would she be calling my parents at this hour? Had she seen me watching? Should I answer or let my parents pick up? My mind raced. My folks were asleep. They'd be angry if woken up at this hour. Mechanically, my hand reached for the phone on my desk. "Hello?" It was her voice, "John?" I stuttered in response, "This is he." I heard her shriek, "Listen you little pervert, don’t you think I see you peeping at me?"

My throat closed. My mouth became so dry I couldn't part my lips. I tried to reply, but she beat me to it. "Get over here immediately young man; no ifs, ands, or buts." I couldn't talk. "Did you hear me, John? I said immediately!" She hung up.

I looked out the curtains again, but her room was dark. I was sweating feverishly. Could I deny spying on her? Would my parents believe me? Should I go next door as ordered? My stomach flip-flopped and I felt dizzy. Any punishment my parents threw at me would pale in comparison to the embarrassment of being caught. I feared being branded the neighborhood pervert.

It seemed an eternity passed before the phone rang again. I picked it up before the second ring. She yelled, "Now!" The phone clicked. I had no choice. I knew my goose was cooked. I zipped up my jeans and headed next door.

I walked the last few yards up her walkway with rubbery legs. I thought they were going to give out from under me. I reached to ring the doorbell, but before I hit the buzzer the door swung open. She was standing before me completely naked. I stood in awe of her curvaceous body; one I had seen hundreds of times before, but never this closely and never knowing she knew I was looking. She snapped, “Get in here, Mister.” I barely stepped inside when she grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me through the door.

“Look, John, I don’t know who you think you are, but peeping on a female is downright wrong! How long have you been up to no good? What do you think your parents would do if I told them what I caught you doing? Why are you looking at me in the first place?” I just stared. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but she demanded an answer. “I saw you by accident the first time. It made me so excited. You’re so sexy. After that, I couldn’t help myself.” “How long have you been watching me?” she asked. I stuttered, “About a year, Mrs. Ryder.” “You’ve been watching me for a year? You’re nothing but a sick pervert. You are going to be punished for this, young man. You just turned 18. That means you’ll be tried as an adult. You won’t get off easily like a juvenile. Do you think they’ll let you into that fancy college this fall after catching wind of your criminal record?” I felt sick. I had to do something. Suddenly, I was aware of her nakedness. I wondered why she hadn’t put on a robe. “Sit down,” she demanded, pointing at the sofa.

I stumbled toward the sofa, my legs still weak and rubbery. I plunked down into the plush sectional. She towered over me, her hands on her hips. She lectured, “Young man, the more I think about this, the more I realize you’re at an age where you should be expressing those pent up hormones with a girlfriend, not peeking in on your mother’s best friend, your own neighbor. Don’t you and your girlfriend have relations? Doesn’t she take care of your needs?” “No, ma’am, she believes in waiting until we’re married, after college,” I said. Mrs. Ryder remained silent.

I imagined she was stewing inside, growing madder by the moment. Suddenly, her demeanor softened and she took her hands from her hips and crossed her arms under her breasts. “Well,” she said, “it appears I have a virgin on my hands. Are you a virgin, John?” My face flushed hot and I started feeling dizzy again. “Yes ma’am,” I stammered. “Oh, my goodness,” she cooed. “You ARE a virgin. No wonder you’ve been driven to perversion. You’re a man of eighteen. A man should be schooled in the ways of the flesh,” her voice was velvet. She moved toward me.

“You know, John, Mr. Ryder travels so often for his job that I’m here alone for weeks at a time. I have plenty of time and opportunity to school you in the ways of the flesh. You could come over after school. I could tutor you in the ways of love. I have books and movies.” A wicked grin spread across her face and she breathed an evil chuckle. Her eyes locked with mine and I saw they were grey, not quite blue, more a smoky grey, with dark navy rings around their outer edges. Her sadistic smirk widened and she put her arms at her side. I could hear my heartbeat throbbing in my ears.

She lowered her throaty voice and said, “Of course, books and movies aren’t everything.” I swallowed. It took forever for that gulp to reach my belly. My heart beat faster. She lowered herself next to me on the sofa without removing her knowing stare. Her stiff nipples brushed against my arm, raising goose bumps along my spine. I pretended not to notice. “Did you like the way that felt?” she teased. I tried to answer, but her lips locked with mine before I could move them.

Her tongue found its way inside my mouth. My cock leapt to attention. Her hand was on my knee quickly working its way up my thigh and onto my crotch. This was happening so quickly. The only thing I could think of was that it was happening too quickly for me to know if it was real or not. Her hot breath in my ear told me it was real. She was humming so low it was barely audible. Her hand was working my dick through my jeans. She gripped it tightly and rubbed it slowly, pressing down as she worked her way along the shaft. My cock strained through my pants.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, so you and I are on a level playing field,” she said.
She removed my belt and pulled my shirt over my head. Her hands moved over my chest. My girlfriend’s hands never touched me like that. My girlfriend pawed at me. Mrs. Ryder felt me. Her body radiated warmth as she explored my chest. Electric currents passed through me as she neared. The force of her desire pushed me deeper into the soft couch. My prick was stiffer than it ever had been before. This was a new sensation, a tightening of my balls like I had never felt. My asshole clenched as her fingernails traced my nipples.

She bent forward and licked my nipples. Shivers went through my body. The goose bumps returned. She mouthed my nipples, sucking them, pulling them into her mouth where her teeth nibbled at them. I moaned and squirmed. Never before had I felt a mouth on my nipples.

She looked up at me with those sparkling, grey eyes. “Now, John, we’re going to make a deal. I won’t tell your parents what I caught you doing if you promise not to tell them about my training program. I’m only doing this for your own good, so you’ll stop peeking at me. I figure, if I can satisfy your curiosity and manly needs, I can get ready for bed in peace without having to worry that you’re staring at me through your curtains doing goodness knows what to yourself.” Her smirk returned and she added, “And, of course, it'll be nice to take care of my womanly needs in the process. You’d be willing to do that, John. Wouldn’t you?” Her smile broadened. I nervously replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

She kept my nipple in her mouth as she reached down to loosen my pants. Adeptly, she pulled them down with one hand while maintaining her suction on my nipple. My pants were around my ankles. Instinctively, I shook them off my feet. Her hand found my package. My girlfriend never went that far. Mrs. Ryder’s hands were the first foreign hands on my meat. Her touch was making my cock head ooze. Her fingers moved to her mouth and she brazenly displayed her naughtiness by overtly licking my pre-cum off her fingers in an exaggerated manner. I trembled at the site.

I never had a woman direct the action like this before. What little my girlfriend and I had done was at my insistence. It was nice being at Mrs. Ryder’s mercy. It was exciting. My cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come. I ran out of my house barefoot, so we were both completely nude now. Her body was fully against mine. I quivered, feeling her heat, her lust. She moved up my body until her lips were against mine. Her tongue expertly probed my mouth and intertwined with my tongue. She led my tongue around the inside of her mouth, circling my lips with the tip of her tongue, pushing inside my mouth forcefully when I tried to resist. Her hand was deftly working my cock, teasing it, keeping me on the edge, backing off intuitively whenever I neared orgasm.

I was afraid to do anything other than occasionally resist her advances in a feeble attempt at modesty. She reached for my right hand and pulled it toward her, landing it on her tit. Shocked, I held it there for a moment. She moved her mouth to my ear and, in a breathy whisper, commanded, “Play with it. Tease my nipple with your fingertips.” My hand shook as I began rubbing her boob, playing with her nipple. She grasped my hand and moved it with her own to show me what she wanted, what she liked. My cock oozed as she whispered her desires in my ear. She told me how she wanted me to touch her there, on the breasts I spent the last year watching and dreaming about, with the nipples I admired for so long. I moved my hand as she instructed. Her nipples stiffened under my touch and she groaned.

“John, there are many things I’m going to teach you over the next few months, until you leave for college. You’re going to be sent off to school with skills few men your age possess. With those skills you’ll be able to please any woman. You’ll be the most popular stud on campus. You have the looks to get the girls. I’m going to develop in you the ability to make those girls quake in your arms until they’ll gladly give you what you want. Now, touch me down there. Feel my wetness. I am moist with desire, the desire to make you a man, to take your virginity.” My cock strained harder. I could feel the wetness from my cock head dripping down my balls. I had never been this turned on before. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head into her lap. “Kiss it,” she said. I complied. I kissed that beautiful bush of hers. Her hair was soft and scented with her feminine fragrance. I wanted to please her. She told me to kneel on the floor in front of her. She grabbed my hair again and buried my face in her muff. “Lick it. Do it right and you’ll be rewarded. Do it wrong and I’ll kick you out.” I eagerly pressed my tongue into her gash. “Up and down, in a steady rhythm, don’t break the rhythm, even if it feels like your tongue is going to cramp. Do it until I get off. Right there and a little faster. That’s right, just like that. Don’t stop until I tell you to, even when I cum.” I did as she instructed. I licked until my tongue was numb. Suddenly, I felt her legs shake and she started thrusting her pussy against my face. I keep the steady rhythm she had ordered.

She bucked against me, panting, and screaming her orgasm. I didn’t stop. She came in wave after wave, yelling louder each time, pulling my hair until it hurt. Her shaking subsided and her screams turned into soft moans. She quietly laughed and told me I was a good boy. I looked down at her floor and noticed a puddle of my pre-cum floating on the carpet. I looked up and noticed her “carpet” was soaked with her juices. Her pubes glistened in the dim light. She told me to stand up and walk upstairs.

I climbed her stairs weak in the knees, my legs shaking from holding their bent position for so long. They tingled from pins and needles as the climb forced blood into them. As I neared the top of the stairs, she shouted behind me, “Turn right, second door on the left.” I opened the door to the familiar bedroom.

She was behind me, pushing me inside. I felt her huge tits against my back. “Go to the bed and lay down on your back,” she ordered. I did as she commanded. She stood at the end of the bed, towering over me again. Her hands were back on her hips. “It’s about time I popped your cherry,” she laughed. She came at me, her huge breasts swaying as she centered herself over my cock. She lowered herself onto me, her sopping wet cunt slid easily down my rock hard member.

She slowly ground on my Johnson, teasing me before she started bouncing up and down with a slow cadence. “If you come before I’m ready, our deal is off. Think about that before you give in to your urges.” I wanted to cum so badly. Every fiber of my being wanted to release, but the fear of her wrath kept me from prematurely blowing my wad. I held on, yearning for her to give me permission to unload inside her. I tried to think of things to take my thoughts off the mind-blowing sensations coursing through my cock. It seemed like forever before I heard her say, “Now, John, cum with me, cum with me!” I unloaded inside her. I came harder than I ever had at my own hand. It felt like I came forever. She was throwing her head back and forth, slapping her hands against my chest, and screaming her groans. I felt her cool down on top of me, her grinding slowing as time passed.

She pulled off me. My cum oozed out of her cunt and onto my groin. She slid next to me, sliding her wet pussy against my legs as she moved into position beside me. She tongued at my neck and ears, telling me that I was a good boy, asking me if it felt good for me, because it felt really good for her. She called me her boy toy and giggled wickedly. I felt uncomfortable, but aroused. My newly deflowered dick twitched and pulsed with fresh blood. It was hard again in seconds.

She smiled and put her mouth against my ear. She breathed into it, saying, “Johnny, I’m going to put my mouth on it. I’m going to give you a blow job, fellatio, head, Johnny. Do you know what head is?” I nodded. She moved between my legs and used her hands to spread them wide. She lay on her belly and leaned up. She engulfed my cock with her mouth. She didn’t use her hands. She just slid my dick down her gullet. I felt it hit the back of her throat. Her mouth was warm and wet.

She pumped her hot mouth up and down my cock. She licked and teased it. Her tongue bathed my balls with her saliva. She licked the underside of my nuts down to my asshole, which clenched at the sensation of her tongue flicking so close to it. She added her hands into the mix and pleasured every inch of my cock and balls. She knew exactly how to keep me on the edge, backing off when she sensed I was close to ejaculating. She tickled the outside of my asshole with her sharp fingernail. She took me deep down her throat. I wondered how she controlled her gag reflex. She sucked and sucked, groaning louder with every pass. My body tensed with excitement. My toes curled. It was so intense I held my breath. I had to cum.

She must have sensed my urgency, because she quipped, “I’ll let you cum when I think you’re ready. Your first orgasm by head should be special. I’m going to tease you a little more to intensify your orgasm. I want you to be aware of the intensity. When I think you’re ready, I’ll squeeze your hand. I’m doing it that way, so I don’t have to take my mouth off your cock to talk. When you feel my grasp, you may release. Do not pull your dick out of my mouth. I want it all. I am going to swallow your cum load.” Her statements were so matter of fact, so clinical. I didn’t know if I could hold on. I was going to lose it.

I held my breath and felt her hand grab mine. I let go. My jizz gushed down her throat. My cock was like a fire hose, ejaculating convulsively. Her ferocious sucking softened. She knew when to slow down her pace and where to avoid licking. I couldn’t believe I was still shuddering out cum squirts. She greedily swallowed every drop I gave her. It was hotter than I ever imagined a blow job would be.

Finally, she pulled her mouth from my prick. She looked me in the eye and said, “This was the first of your lessons. There are many more to come. I shall summon you when I wish to teach you. You will not hesitate to come to me. Now, get dressed, go home, and get some sleep. You need your rest for tomorrow night. Mr. Ryder is gone until Monday and we have a lot of work to do.”

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