Memories, part two SeXStoRY

One night, the first of many, Nadia told me that she felt cold, and would I mind going into her bed and keep mummy warm…..I must say that she was a very kind person, years after I found out that her dad, also a widower, had remarried, and Nadia and her s****r Maria were victimized by their step-mum, and she would not do so to me….(but that’s another story). Nadia was much younger than my father, 20 years difference to be precise, and when he married her she was just over 18. I got out of my bed and climbed under her blankets, she asked me if I ever slept with a woman and I did mention that sometimes I did sl**p with my cousins in the summertime…..although I did not really expand, since Pat and Vicky made me promise not to tell about our afternoon games. Nadia asked me if I knew that Eskimos, to keep warm inside their little igloos, would strip naked and keep their bodies close together…then she proceeded to take off her nightdress and asked me to take off my pyjama. As it was very dark I could not see much, just shapes, then she asked me to put my head in the small of her shoulder, I was to her right, took my right arm and wrapped it around her waist. I was feeling very comfortable, and I would have fallen asl**p very quickly, but I could feel my dick growing and getting harder, and a very pleasant warmth was pervading my whole body. All of this time Nadia was caressing my face and hair and giving me little kisses, on my cheeks, lips and neck. I let my right hand wander up from her waist to her left breast, she did not stop me, and when I found the hard nipple I stated teasing it as my two cousins taught me. Nadia let out a little moan and slightly adjusted herself in bed, now her right breast was closer to my mouth. I started kissing it and sucking on her nipple as my hand was fondling the other one. I felt Nadia’s left hand caress the length of my body, starting from my right shoulder, down to my ribcage, my hip and my upper thigh, and returning on the inside of my thigh, my groin, where she paused on my prick of a fraction longer, then up my belly to my chest and back down again, to finally rest on my little swollen shaft. At this point I got balder, I let my right hand slide from her left breast, caress her belly, twirl my fingers around her belly button then down, towards her pubes. My hand stopped as I reached her hairy mound, it was much coarser than Pat’s or Vicky’s, and more of it, then I slid my hand further down and felt the heat that her pussy was emanating. I let my middle finger follow the crack of her lips which felt as they parting themselves, and I let it rest on her clitoris, and started rubbing with the circular motion that Vicky had taught me. Nadia broke the silence, she asked me where did I learn to do what I was doing, saying that it was very pleasant, I didn’t let the cat out of the bag, but told her that a girl a bit older than me did, and I was happy that she like what I did. She asked me what else this “girl” had taught me, and I told her about licking pussy and some of the pleasure she would give me by rubbing and sucking my willy. Nadia asked me if I did 69 her, to which I asked what she meant (bless me for my innocence), so she asked if I would lick this “girl’s” pussy while she was sucking me, and I said yes, then she asked me if we did it by resting on each other’s side or one on top of the other, and I confirmed that I did do it in all manners. She asked me which one I preferred, and after a bit of thinking I told her that I preferred it better with the “girl” sitting on my face. Nadia asked me if she could sit on my face and I agreed. Her moist pussy was much stronger smelling than either Vicky’s or Pat’s, but very different, much muskier, and her juices were thicker. I did not waste too much time, and started lapping at her pussy lips, sucking on her clit and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Nadia was grinding her pussy in my face with considerable f***e, and she was sucking my cock like no one ever did before…..or since that I can think of…..and it was obvious that she really did like what I was doing, because her moans turned into little groans, her body was shaking and tensing and relaxing all at the same time. It wasn’t long before I shot my modicum amount of spunk in her mouth, and that make her grinding even harder and faster, until she gave this low, from deep down in her belly, sigh come groan as she tightened her thighs around my head. She came off me, took me back in her arms, rested my right hand on her left breast and told me that I did make mummy very happy, so happy that she did not want anyone else in the world to know….that happiness was going to be our secret for ever…to which I was more than happy to agree. These sex games with my step mum went on every night until after a few months my father came home for a short holiday. At first he complained about having to put the two beds back together….but I volunteered my help and the moaning soon ended, and he did agree that it was not fair for me to sl**p on a sofa in the living room, so he agreed that he was going to get a builder to add another room to the house. Whilst the building work at home was going on, he took Nadia and me on a holiday for around three weeks, near the place where he was working, constructing an electricity power station. We were staying with this older couple, who rented part of their house out to the workers at the building site, with home cooked meals, it was very cosy. I learned at the time that before the building of the dam started, and what they were hoping to do in the future, was to rent their house out to tourists, and Nadia did mention this to my father who agreed that when the work was finished he would approach the couple and ask if he could book 4 to 5 weeks, each summer for the three of us to come and stay, although he would have only be able to reside with us for two weeks. I was a bit disappointed, because I could see the next summers being spent here, and not with my cousins…..I mentioned this to Nadia, and I could see a sign of the penny being dropped on her face….she said that I would have not missed my cousins much if I was prepared to learn something new….but said that I might be able to spend sometime at my aunt’s Summer House for the two weeks that my dad had his holiday. At the end of the holiday, when my grandparents had let us know that the new room was finished, we all went home. My new bedroom had been added to the side of what had been my old bedroom, with the addition of an en-suite for my parents, a shower room with toilet for me and a short corridor to connect the new extension to the rest of the house. To be honest I was really pleased, my new bedroom was bigger, brighter and had a huge built in wardrobe….my new bed was like a bunk bed, but instead of having another sl**ping place at the bottom, it had a desk with drawers, and there were two reading lamps, on fixed to the desk and one fixed to my headboard…..simple things to make a simple boy happy. My father was going to stay with us just for a few more days before returning to his work…one night I woke up in the middle of a funny dream….I got out of bed, went to my bathroom for a pee, and when I came out I could see a slither of light coming from what now had been classified as “my parents bedroom”. I could hear muffled sounds, a bit of giggling, my father’s deep voice trying to whisper, the ruffling of sheets and the squeaking of springs. I approached the door, which was slightly ajar, peeked through, and saw Nadia sitting on father’s groin, with her back to him, facing the door. She was rocking back and forth as she was holding her balance by gripping my father’s knees. Both the bedside lamps were on, and I could see Nadia’s tits gently sway with her hip movements, her eyes were shut and from the expression on her face you could tell she was enjoying herself, the she raised her hips and saw my father’s prick in her pussy…it was the very first time I saw anybody fucking….then she went down again and started all over again, grinding back and forth, raising and lowering and she was moaning louder by the minute. Until I saw my dad grab hold of her tits, arch his back and thrust in her harder four or five times, until both of them, panting heavily, stopped. Nadia lifted her pussy from my father’s cock, which was glistening with the mixture of their juices, and a dribble of spunk came out of her crack and dribbled onto her arse cheeks. My father turned her on her back and dove face first in between her thighs and started to lick her pussy. Without realising I had been stroking my prick and was jolted back to reality by my own orgasm, squirting my little bit of spunk on the bedroom door and dribbling some of it on the wooden floor. I remember going back to the bathroom and get some toilet roll to clean up my mess, then went back to bed, but it did take me a long time to fall asl**p again. A couple of days later dad left for his work to be away for the next four months or so. That very night Nadia came to my bedroom and found me reading a book, and asked me if I would have liked to keep her company now that father had gone. I did not need asking twice, and I was in her bed within seconds naked. The scene was the same as before, my head on her right shoulder, my right hand on her left breast and her left hand on my prick, with here fingers slowly caressing my ball sack. As I got harder she started pulling my foreskin back and forth and my hand slid down to her pussy toying with her clit. I did then tell her what I did see a few nights before, and asked her if my father prick inside her pussy hurt….she giggled…told me I was a naughty little boy for spying….and that no, it did not hurt, in fact it was very pleasant, and asked me if I wanted to learn how to do it. I was then eleven and fucked my stepmother for the first time. In those four months I learned everything I needed for the rest of my life, and my production of sperm was definitely improving, to the point that I could spurt at least three times a night. And Nadia was enjoying my cum in more way than one. Sometimes, even when dad was home on one of his short leaves we would find time to fuck, and we carried on for a further 8 years, that is until Nadia and dad divorced, she left the f****y home, after all it was my grandparents home, and moved hundreds of miles away. I kept in touch with her, for a variety of reasons, and occasionally we would meet for lunch, which always ended up with a fuckfest in a motel or something similar. There is one thing I am sure of though, and it is not rocket science, but Nadia had two c***dren, my half b*****rs Max (12 years my junior) and Paul (14 years my junior), and that is that I am very likely Paul’s father, since he was either born 11 months or 7 months after one of my father’s holidays, and definitely he was not premature. Unfortunately Nadia is dead now, she succumbed to cancer when she was only 45, and there is no way that I am going to tell the boys of my suspicions, and I would not want to hurt my father really, although we do not particularly see eye to eye.

Photo Album:Teacher's Pet, Part Two SeXStoRY

Dr. C. Chambers Post, grew up in a religious Roman Catholic home in a working class neiborhood in Queens, NY. As a young man, he knew he was different from the other boys in his school. But with a strong religious mother and distant transit worker father, he felt it best to keep his sexual predilictions to himself. He was tall, 6'2", handsome, young man with a well built body. As a 17 yo high school senior, he enjoyed being persued by the young ladies in their circle of friends. His two older b*****rs had followed their father in the transit buisness, where if they worked hard for 25 years, they could retire with a good pension and full health benifits for life. However, Charlie wanted more in life rather than follow his older siblings in their mediocre lives. So he applied and was accepted at Stamford. He was leaving for California to make his own mark on his own terms. He had excellent grades with a mind for math and science and he was sure he would succeed. So Charlie Post became C. Chambers Post, oh so proper with three names. The proper Mr. Post dated beautiful coeds at Stanford, but his eyes betrayed his real desires and that was cute slim gay boys. However, he had a hard time overcoming his Irish Cathic guilt. All Sodomites would end up in Hell, so the priests preached, his mother nodding in agreement. But finally as a senior he finally allowed him to return the admiring look at a pretty 17yo freshman that had been cruising him as he walked shirtless towards his apartment which he shared with two other senior hunks. He pulled the boy to an empty basement and ordered the boy to his knees, the boy obediently complied with his command. This boy had the pleasure of giving Charlie his first blow job. That was it. No woman had ever pleased him in this way. The boy was so eager to please and took his time enjoying every part of the proper Mr. Post's privates. As Charlie's balls constricted and he was reaching orgasm, the k** massaged his testicles and began to swallow every drop of cum. Charlie's knees buckled as he experienced his first totally pleasurable blow job. However, this boy was not finished. His mouth left the now limp cock and moved to his balls, licking under the low hangers to that sensitive area, tasting all the salty swet and sniffing that manly musk of this shirtless conguest. These new pleasures caused Charly to get another erection. This time the thin blond cutey used his tongue stroking the pisslit as he sucked, occasionally biting gently on the cock head as he took the whole 7.5" cock into his throat. Post came again in just ten minutes, almost as powerfully as before. Wow! Great! That was it. His first gay experience out of the way, C. Chambers would continue to live as a respected member of the heterosexual community. He would marry a proper girl from a respected, connected f****y and become fabulously wealthy. But just in case, he took the boys number. Charlie had put the whole gay thing out of his mind which was now focused on what to do after graduation. He had a 3.85 Grade Point Average (GPA) which had put him close to the top in his class. He would have a BS degree from the equivalent of Havard on the West Coast and he had carefully groomed his imagage to denote a proper upbringing, which would dismiss his real working class roots. He had been recruited by a major East Coast company, but prefered keeping a distance from his plebian f****y. He could just imagine his friends being exposed to his dad and b*****rs as they would laugh historicly at there trading farts. Oh no, C. Chambers or now CC as some budies called him, would be want to die before destroying his painfully constructed persona. In fact he had gone so far as to join the Episcapal Church, where he found many of the same proper people. He also enjoyed the open mindedness an attitude of their priests and laity. In fact, many of the leaders of this church were openly gay and perfectly accepted in their community. He knew his mother, who insisted on a call every week or would plague him with guilt, would have suffered a premature heart attack if she ever found out her little Charlie had given up on the only true church and the only path to salvation. But there was something missing. A few weeks before graduation, he found out his two roomates were taking their gals to on a camping trip and he would be alone for the entire weekend. It had been weeks that Charlie had uncorked the bottle of his true sexuality and the genie refused to return to the bottle. Finally, after wrestling with himself he called that sweet blond Patrick, damn another Irishman, he thought. Of course the boy was free that weekend. The idea of converting a straight guy was more than a gay boy could hope for, especially a hot, muscular hung senior. Saturday morning CC woke up nude with Patrick wrapped around his body like a sweet c***d. As he looked at the boy with long curly blond hair smooth trim body and a now limp small penis, he reached down and felt the boys soft smooth hairless bubble ass. He massaged the two globes as they stuck out so temptingly from his tiny waist. The boy moaned softly, still asl**p. It felt so right. He then realized that he could not deny himself his true identy any longer, nomatter what people would think. If he was going to make it, he must make it on his true self, a proud gay man. Of course this would not include his meticulously polished image which he now considered to be his own identity which would not imprison him to his parental social limitations. He remembered showering with the boy before heading to bed. Patrict so willingly letting CC to carefully scrub his butt, even soaping and fastidulously cleaning his rectal area. Patrick realized that he enjoyed the man being in complete control, in fact, being dominated was a huge turn on for him. In bed Patrick was so happy when CC kissed him passionately on the lips, maybe this guy really liked him and wasn't just using him to get off as his older b*****r had done when he was just 12 yo. Jack, who was 5 years older, would f***e Patrick to blow him when his girl was not arround. This took place for a couple of years until Jack finally moved out and moved in with his now pregnant girl friend. Patrick always knew he was gay, his almost feminine beauty betraying his futile attempts at masculinity. In high school, he hung out with girls, almost all the time. Patrick was tired of being called fag, sissy, cock sucker, by the straight boys who when noone was around would want Patty to service them. Patrick was not good at sports, but had a great sence of style. He also had a good mind and got straight "A" in high school. This was another reason the boys would mock him out of sheer jealousy. Now that he was in college he still found himself looking at the straight athletes with their great bodies all sweaty after practice. But he was too scared to approach anyone, remembering how brutal guys could be in high school. This is why he was shocked when one of the admired men on campus looked back at him and smiled. Maybe CC really was that man of his dreams after all. But then again he remembered the gay national anthem: "Maybe This Time." CC was really turned on by this smooth pretty boy. The boy kissed his body as if he was drooling over Michelangelo's Kind David. Maybe this boy's worship is what he was looking for in a guy. Charlie flexed his pecs as the boy licked and revered his body. His abs displayed its six pack, as the boy continued his adoration. Then down the right leg, not missing a major muscle, the boy continued the idol worship until he got to his feet. Patrick carefully took each toe in his mouth and sucked and licked as if he had just been served a prized desert at Le Cirque in New York. His journey back up the left leg was painfully slow, as now CC's cock was leaking precum, so Charlie barked, "Get to my fucking cock, faggot!" "Yes, Dr. Post, whatever you say, sir," Patrick stated softly. MMMM Dr. Post, CC liked that a lot. Maybe he would go for his PhD. Patty quickly started to savor the precum as if tasting that sinfully decadent and delicious Sache Torte in Vienna. The boy moaned softly as he finished the last of the secretions, and then going down to CC's balls. Each testicle was carefully swirled in his mouth shooting sharp sensations in CC's brain. Now the man was ready for the next previously just imagined step. He would fuck this pretty blond, blue eyed boy toy in the ass. "I want you to go doggy style, Patty boy," CC instructed. "Yeah thats it, k**. Now stick that pretty ass up, come on bitch, head down on the pillow," the boss continued. And there it was, his own bitch boy ass to do as he pleased. It was larger than he had orginally imagined, as the boy wore larger loose fitting jeans which gripped his hips way below the waistline, showing his boxer shorts. I guess this is how the "wana be" rappers wore there pants. Now his prize was willingly served up to him by his obedient boy. It felt like a baby's bottom, so soft and hairless, he kissed it as if he was adoring his new gift. Both cheeks received the horny man's adoration, as the bottom boy moaned softly in a preadolescent voice, as if he had yet to reach puberty. Finally, he spread the boys cheeks wide to see a titely clamped anus, as if this boy had never been penetrated. Oh wow, he thought, I am going to deflower this c***d. Well, even if he wasn't a virgin, he would imagine he was, as he was even more turned on now. CC went to work on this male cunt, first kissing then licking softly. "Oh, yeah, MMMMMM, that feels so good, sir," the boy trying to feign masculinity spoke with his deepest voice. Now CC began to suck which caused the anus to open slightly, with that his tongue probed deeper. The boy was now feeling crazy with the desire to be fucked. "Please, please fuck me Sir!" The boy continued to beg as CC's tongue probed even deeper. While still tonguing the boy pussy, CC got a rubber and placed it on his dick. He then took special lube and aplied it

Delightfully Evil, Part Two SeXStoRY

The ride seemed to take forever. I squirmed so that I could see the back of his seat. I watched the city lights give way to the highway lights. After awhile, the van slowed down and things got darker. He was definitely taking me out of the city…somewhere, obviously secluded. My body stopped listening to me. It gave up. I was limp after struggling to turn around. My legs and arms gradually began to relax, to fall to the side, useless. I had strained so hard against the wrist cuffs that my hands were shaking on their own. I was sore. I wanted so badly to stretch, but the cuffs and chains wouldn’t let me. The gag filled my mouth. I was trying hard not to drool. I closed my eyes, so tired. I pushed against the ball with my tongue. Used the tip to follow the curve. Making little noises. Framing my lips around the gag. Feeling hazy and numb, a bit content…yes, give up, no control, give up, give up, give up and feel warm and cont- My eyes shot open. What the hell was I thinking!?!?!? Who knows what this asshole is going to do to me!!! I quickly looked up and into the rearview mirror. He was looking back at me, smirking… “Mmmukooomaffol…” “Such, language, Suzy. We really need to do something about that mouth of yours….” The van slowed to a stop. It was very dark. I heard him walk around the van, slowly. Lightly tapping the van every few feet. Finally, the panel door opened. He climbed in and kneeled next to me. He ran one hand down the side of my body. Very slowly. Caressing. Barely touching. Just enough to make me shiver. His hand slid over my waist, onto my bare leg. His hand went to the back of my thigh and came up just under the curve of my bottom. He left it there, thumb gently moving in small circles. Closing my eyes and shivering. Whole body taut. Small whimpers. Feeling so confused…no, please no, oh god cup my cheek, please, oh god why, someone help me, I don’t want to like this…please… My throat started to hitch. I hate myself. I hate the way he’s making me feel. Scared, excited and conflicted. I screamed “no” into the gag. Clenched my eyes. Expecting the anger of a rapist. Expecting to be hurt. Body convulsing in fear… His hand is gone. No longer touching me. His voice in my ear, soothing. Stroking my hair. Telling me not to have fear. I feel the chain loosen, no longer in the makeshift hogtie. The relief was orgasmic. I feel the ankle cuffs fall off. My eyes can’t open. I think…I think I’m going to faint. His arms are under me, lifting me. I’m like a doll in his arms. I feel his vast chest. My legs just drop over his arm. My head falls into his shoulder. Fading, wanting to fight, but my body won’t listen to me; it’s giving up. He sets me down on my feet. He has me by the waist and lifts my chin so I look into his face. So tired. “Suzy…not like your online games and self-bondage routines now is it?” I shake my head. “Can you walk?” I shake my head and my knees give. But he has me, I don’t fall. He caresses my face and suddenly I’m in the air. Over his shoulder. Looking down at the driveway. I feel the night air for the first time. It feels good. But I’m still groggy, dizzy, tired… I look to the side and see the very large house we are about to enter. I lift my head and look down the driveway, to the street that seems so far away. My eyes roll back into my head and I pass out. (an hour later) I wake up. My jaw hurts and I lift my hands to my mouth. They are cuffed in front of me. Leather cuffs, with felt lining. The gag is gone. I am laying on a divan in a dark room. I can see stone walls. Three walls have a door, the fourth has a stairway going up. Gear and all sorts of items are all over the place. Gags, harnesses, whips, floggers, ropes, chains…everything an equipped dungeon should have. I sit up and realize thirsty I am. And just as I am thinking of it, he comes down the stairs. Glass in hand. The bastard is smiling as he hands me the glass of water. I sip at it. Glaring at him. Eye brow arched and arms crossed, “Now, what do you say, Suzy?” “Go fuck yourself.” He chuckles and sits in the chair facing the divan. Crosses his leg and looks at me while I continue to sip from the glass. “Such a mouth. Anyway, I have a proposition for you. Well, it’s not as if you have a choice, but it is an opportunity.” “Go. Fuck. Yourself.” Another chuckle, “Here’s how you will be able to get free: it is now 3am, Saturday morning and if you can last from now until noon on Sunday, I will let you go.” “And what’s the catch…asshole…” He coughed into his fist, “I will do my best, without actually having sex, to pleasure you. To give you the pain and pleasure you love to hate and that you so desperately need and want…until you ask me to…be your devoted Master.” “Lame. Oh, yeah, I forgot…you’re an asshole, too.” The smile disappeared, “I think you have forgotten the gravity of your position Suzy.” “That’s not my real name. You know what it is. Use it. Shithead.” Standing up, returning my glare, “No. Not unless you become my submissive. Only until you give up this c***dish act of yours. You get your real name when you become what you truly are. You can have orgasms, pain, humiliation, whatever you want from me from now until noon on Sunday, but unless you give yourself to me, ask me to be your Master…you are nothing but a shell…is that what you want to be come Sunday?” Looking up, getting angry, so angry, “You talk like you have breeding, but you’re really just gutter trash! You fucking k**napped me! Let me go you fucking poser! You fucking-“ He slapped the glass out of my hands. I watch it, horrified as it breaks on the stone floor. His hands grab my arms roughly and I bring my hands, palms open. I am jerked to my feet, lifted off the floor, his furious eyes just in front of me. My eyes go wide, my jaw drops, I’m about to say sorry… He drops back into the chair, taking me with him. I flip in the air and come down on his lap. I feel the ao dai yanked up. I start to turn my head, but he grabs my hair and pulls my head back. …ohgodohgodfeelsgoodthepainiwantitohgodohgod… My arms shoot forward, straining against the cuffs, fingers splayed. Eyes roll back, moaning. SMACK! Harsh, sharp pain melting into warmth. SMACK! I scream. SMACK! But I don’t struggle. SMACK! …pullharderonmyhairhitmehitmehitme… SMACK! Almost burning. It hurts. My mouth is wide open but no sounds are coming out. SMACK! …ohithurtsnowithurtsitreallyhurts… SMACK! He just jerked my head back again. …yesyeysyesyesyesyes… SMACK! I can’t take it anymore. SMACK! “Please…” SMACK! “Stop, oh please-“ SMACK! “Pleaseohpleasepleasestop!” SMACK! Tears in my eyes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The words just come forward. SMACK! I scream. SMACK! I can’t hold it in… SMACK! …sayitsayitsayitsayit… “I’M…I’M…I’M BAD!” He stopped, my ass is so hot, stinging. Trembling. “Suzy…” “I’M B-B-BAD!” “Suzy, say it all or I keep spanking you.” I cover my face in my hands. “Suzy…my hand is raised…” I clench my fists. Clench my eyes. “Suzy…” “I’M BAD! I’M A NAUGHTY GIRL!” Whispering into my ear, “Not quite what I wanted, but good enough. For now.” Shaking, crying, loving the pain, I can’t stop saying it, “I’m a naughty girl…very naughty…very bad…” “I know. You are.” I shake my head, “No, you don’t know how bad I am…” “Oh?” Tears coming down my face, “..so bad, I’m so naughty…” Stroking my head, speaking softly, “Tell me…” I nod, and I look to the floor, the pain almost overwhelming. “Tell me Suzy…tell me why you are bad…” I bite my lip and whisper, “Because you’re an asshole.” SMACK! (END OF PART TWO)