Author: qnimbc at yahoo dot com Title: Welcome to Office and on the Road 

Erotica Summary: Adult characters tracing their life back in time.Resonating across blurred boundaries of an accepted and forbidden sex. Frequently added with masturbation, voyeurism.

Keywords: masturbation, size, eroticism, classical, clit,  reluct, MF, mf, Caught, Hand, Wank, Masturbate, Porn, Pussy


1. Building a story from start to finish

2. Finding plots

3. Developing plots

4. Character structuring

5. Shaping characters to drive the plot

6. Housing all your material in one place for easy reference

7. Converting your story to a piece of pornography

8. Submission of manuscripts



ADULTS ONLY -- DEAR READERS


Perhaps I need an editor. You may notice errors, which I am correcting, as and when they come to my notice. Hope you will enjoy the stories.  

The contents in this story are similar to other stories in the ASSTR. This may not be read, understood or presented as a stand-alone story.

Everything is fictional and resemblances, if any, are purely coincidental. Suitable only for adult audience over twenty one year old. 

Do not read my stories, if any part of these appear culturally inappropriate, or if accessing, having, reading such story is unlawful in the country you live in and / or in your community.

Are you a picnic newbie? Or, maybe you just need some good basic ideas about an erotic encounter in a rural context. In this story I cover the basics for throwing a successful picnic. Here you will find some advice on how to pack a picnic basket properly, what foods to take and a great article covering nearly every aspect of a small reunion in the nature with someone special.


Edited January 3, 2009 by qnimbc






PICNIC IN THE FIELDS AND SOME OTHER STORIES

While just getting outdoors for some fresh air and a picnic lunch is healthy and enjoyable, you can create a memorable event by planning a couple of fun games to play with your guests. Julie Rogers had several ideas on her mind when she strolled from her car towards the field where she expected to find "Long John". She was excited about the prospect. 

There is no reason to spend lots of money on picnic games, as some of the most fun activities simply involves the use of your creativity. Having sex in the nature with someone special isn't a bad idea. For Julie, sex was always on her mind. 

Julie decided to bring coffee, refreshment and sandwiches to a very special summer intern at Mona Bellows farm. While walking with her picnic basket, in the direction where John supposedly was working today, she thought, if strict religious training made the students sexual options limited. But she also had some encouraging background information about John!

Did "Long John" understand his good fortune of living in a place where pussies dripped to have big man dicks ream them out and rub their clits into submission? She wasn't sure, but it was worth a try.

The school kitchen had kindly prepared her the things she was carrying. 

As we all know, a long picnic retains the connotation of a meal to which everyone is contributing something. John was out in the field day dreaming about when to return to his room and get online. 

He was horny as usual and wanted to cum again, reached inside his overall, grabbing his cock, ready to start jerking himself off. Suddenly, John could see a woman approaching. He'd to stop, calm down, get control over his feelings. 

Mona, Julie's close female friend, told that "Long John" would be alone at the farm while she was visiting the town for a business meeting. She'd spent much of her time, reviewing the tapes and recordings she had made with a secret camera in John's room, and gave Julie a short report about the content.

Julie is a  sweet lady,  Mona trusted her and decided to confess about John's Internet habits. The broadband connection provided all the tech goodies needed of teasing him and other male interns to masturbation. This summer, there were four of them at Mona's farm; all highly sexual young men. 

Mona intuitively knew what they needed, and she guessed Julie would be begging and babbling for having John ore maybe some of the others to ejaculate for her. She wanted to give her a sneak peak while being away from the farm. Mona was actually traveling with the three others: Bill, Jack and Dick. 

Not only in the darkness of their rooms, did these young men show how much their pricks governed their lives, and how much satisfying the demands of their horny cocks ruled their day to day thoughts, but they were horny and willing out in the fields as well.

Julie, despite a not so lucky marriage, never seemed to have a bad day. Her attitude towards pleasurable life and her job as a teacher were beyond reproach. She had over time learned how to ensure a fresh supply of horny male companions. 

We will soon learn more about Julie's attitude to life and her willingness to share.

John had always loved the sweet masturbation of his huge organ, continually crazed by the sensation created by his dancing fingers. He was amazingly aware that sex was pleasurable.  He also knew it was wrong, masturbation was considered a sin. Occasionally, he though of not playing with himself as he returned to the university, but thinking about sex always made his penis throb with pleasure. 

Mona told to the attentive Julie that John was amazing. She explained in detail, how in a video recording, his fingers zeroed in on his sensitive cock tip, twirling them around the bloated knob, thumbing his glans and them cupping the whole head in his palm.

This should, of course, all have changed when he entered the university for bible studies. Nevertheless, it was the guilty pleasure of masturbating his love organ that would lead his way to become a pastor at the village ruled by a crowd of horny women. 

John would, however, soon learn that in this small village, he would no longer needed to depend on masturbation to cum, the local women were more than willing to make love to his turgid cock.

Perhaps the hardest part of planning a picnic is deciding on what games to play and activities to do. Mona's early morning phone call gave Julie the idea what John and herself could be doing in a romantic and erotic setting. 

John didn't know about the humiliating fact of his room being monitored. All the things he did with his handsome manhood, and the incredible sensations of his bulging prick head being masturbated ruthlessly while he was alone in his room, had been record.

When Mona told Julie about the videos, how John's teasing fingers reached the corona and glans of his incredibly fat cock, Julie was amazed. 

"Can you imagine, after an hour of edging, with his prick desperate to squirt, John had pulled the erection back between his legs and attached an automated, vibrating pussy that he had purchased and modified," Mona explained. 

"That's a waste of man muscle," Julie said and giggled on the phone. 

Their outdoors encounter promised a very special and pleasant outcome. 

Speaking of cocks, John had a beautiful one. It had over time grown into an exceptional ten inch shaft, that curved even when soft, dangling towards his right side.  The shaft was thick and long. The head was hanging at seven inches when soft, crowned with a fat uncircumcised knob. John's incredible cock head was bulbous, oversized glans crowned it.  

Kids wouldn't be participating in the upcoming picknick. Julie had a setting for adults arranged.

Let's get back to John who was studying religion at the university. For the summer, he'd chosen to live in a small rural village for eight weeks and housed in a small apartment in connection to the farm. He selected this particular community where he might be working as pastor after his examen next year. 

At nights, he used to spend his time on internet, chat with chics and stroke his throbbing organ, watch videos on Porn-Tube or on any other porn sites. People might think that Catholics are the most repressed men in the world, but John hadn't been able to live up to the strict standards that precluded from masturbation to ejaculation or to stay out of sex and to live a life without a pussies. His sturdy dick dictated a lifestyle with double values and standards. 

As we all know, the little ones need something more than good conversation to keep them busy. Of course, even if the event is for adults only, a few great picnic games and ideas can really go a long way towards making it a huge success.

Julie had a pretty neat plan. Her goal could be defined simply as a pleasure excursion at which a meal is eaten outdoors, ideally taking place in a beautiful landscape. 

Mona, Julie and their female friends were experienced beyond the interns' imaginations. They needed their pussies itched and knew hot to make big men beg.  Julie had learned that her cunt, its gripping tunnel and sensitive clit, was in a constant need for deep penetration. But her traveling husband was seldom available for that purpose. 

Picnics are often family-oriented but this one would most likely end up as an intimate meeting between two horny people. Julie was used to organize large get-together parties, company picnics, and church picnics, but this was a "one to one" thing from start to beginning.

Miss Mona knew by experience that most of her summer interns used to grind their cocks into their beds at night, raising and lowering their firm butts as they drove their cocks into the sheets, until they reached gasping, groaning ejaculations. Some of them brought girls to their rooms on Friday or Saturday nights. But John hadn't done that yet. He wasn't a very outgoing person. 

On romantic and family picnics a picnic basket and a blanket are usually brought along. Outdoor games or some other form of entertainment are common at large picnics. Just imagine what we are going to see happening during this one.

 


Chapter 2

John saw a woman carrying a picnic basket and a blanket approaching. When she came closer, he recognized, it wasn't Mona. He hadn't seen the approaching curvy woman on the farm before.  

High breasted, with nipples that stood out even when not aroused, Julie felt, they were beginning to extend at the mere thought of meeting with John.  

Her breasts were remarkable, in that there was still not the slightest hint of sag, in spite of their size.  Usually, Julie dressed to tone down her shape, but today she wanted John to notice her lovely honey melons.

Julie, thirty one years old, wearing a red skirt that hugged her waist and hips, then flared out along her shapely legs, to stop just below her knees. She also wore a white blouse that hung loosely on her torso but failed to stop one from seeing the outline of her bra.

The friction between her legs, as she walked, set her clit tingling.  It rose, as it always did, and tried to poke out between her cunt lips but stopped by the pantyhose nylon fabric until the peaking head found a small hole in her  pantyhose. Already wet, it rubbed gently against the fabric, giving her what felt like tiny electric shocks each time a leg swung forward. 

Her pussy was sopping wet when she arrived to say hello to John. She looked at intently for a moment,and said, "Hello, Mr. John Armstrong, it's a pleasure to fin you here. I brought you some refreshments..."

John stopped his work and watched the attractive woman, her shoulder-length, stylish dark hair and her sexy, curvy body. She was wearing somewhat revealing clothes, but it was a warm summer day. 

The faintest suggestion of the outline of her crotch struck his mind. Her boobs moved from side to side, up, and down, reminding what they looked like when she removed her blouse.

Julie was a married woman, but she didn't have much use from her husband. 

To spend her spare time she got involved in community affairs and the congregation. She had learned odd and curiosity awaking things about the sacred life of her local community. She had found that many new things could bring new life to her dull sex life.

John measured the contours of her breasts and nipples through her blouse. He wondered how she got away dressing that way in a rural environment. He stared at the woman in silence for a moment and said, "Miss, hello, how can I help you?" 

"I'm a school teacher at a school across the town," Julie said an introduced herself. "Miss Mona called me today and told about you being out here alone at the field Mr. John Armstrong."

John shifted position and cleared his throat.


John reached out his hand and presented himself.  "John Armstrong, I'm pleased to meet you Mrs. Julie." John looked at her full womanly figure.

"I'm married, that's right," Julie said. 

Nevertheless, that was not a big deal. Her husband traveled a lot and spent more time abroad than at home. She smiled and her brown eyes seemed inviting.

John's cock was already hard, standing up inside his overalls. In the beginning of the 20th century, coveralls came in as protective garments for mechanics in the USA but they didn't protect Julie for seeing his bulging crotch.

Julie wanted to explain why she was dressed in the skirt and blouse. Her high heels were not very suitable for the field either. She had taken off early from work and decided to drive out to the country and and enjoy a picnic with John in the fields.

"I was talking with Miss Mona today and agreed to have a talk with you," she said. "I brought coffee, a bottle of wine, fresh fruits, cakes, and sandwiches with me. Would you like some, now?" she asked.


Chapter 3

To her surprise, John was a perfect gentleman, despite the rumors she'd heard about him. He had a good upbringing, she thought. He had been a loner since college years. 

It wasn't such a big surprise for his friends when he started to study religion at the university. But there were a few close female friends who knew better. One of them, Susan, used to travel  the same bus from home to school and back on a daily basis. 

Susan had spoken with Mona a month ago. She thought back to her time at school, and told about the guy that had been seated behind her in the classroom and their bus trips back and forth to school had been full of excitement! 

It was sixty minutes to school and just as many minutes back. Susan and John had to sit through it every single day. She remembered the first time John asked her to move the hem of her skirt and let him look at her cunt. 

She recollected events ten years back in time. 

As the bus got dark on the ride home, Susan learned how hard and large his cock was. 

His jeans fit snug, even tight, and clung to every bulge and curve of his muscular body. In front, the taut fist-sized mound of his cock and balls left no doubt as to his gender. First, when John learned about her gaze, he covered his crotch and blushed deeply.

He didn't flirt or hit up on Susan. Trembling, and looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, John threw his jacket over his legs. Susan wanted to slip her hand underneath to grasp his hardon. 

Her heart was racing, not sure when to get the nerve to feel John's erection, but so horny and desperate to do it, that she was willing to take a chance at cost of getting caught.  

John's problem was his relationship with the girls. 

Very often, some of the shiny pre-cum juice had soaked through his underwear and glistened on the front of his jeans.

Susan had heard girls talk about the cute new sophomore with a big dick. They didn't know that she was the lucky one traveling to school in the same bus as John. 

John's hand was often busy playing with his cock, while alone in the bus, which easily turn hard as a rock. First time, she caught him doing it, she flushed with embarrassment. As her eyes fell on the cock bobbing up and down, just a few feet from where she was seated, she was both scared and excited at the same time. 

John had to stop. He got nervous and resisted the urge to jerk-off, turned his attention instead to his surroundings. 

Susan had arrived, She had taken a seat in front of his, and she had seen him doing it. Contented, he was staring absent-minded out of the bus window. 

The same afternoon, when returning back home, his hand busy again at his bulging crotch.

He was occasionally wearing boxers under his jeans, but the touch of his hand always excited him. 

Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls. The bus was moving along the country road, John began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. His uncut nine-inch dick grew nicely, its shape clearly defined as it stiffened beneath his jeans.
 
John enjoyed to do that every morning. 

He was the first passenger to enter the bus, Susan Wilson, from the same class, the second one to come on board. They usually had a thirty minutes ride with no other students or passengers entering.

The connection to school and back home wasn't very good. Susan and John had to take a bus ride taking over an hour in both directions. Their houses were on the country side, far away out of town. 

One day, with the traffic more moderate than a normal commuting day, John decides to start playing with his cock while almost alone in the bus. Any other day he would've dropped his jeans and finished himself off. But not today.

He was still lost in his own thoughts when suddenly, Susan was there, seated in front of him. She turned around to see what John was doing. 

"May I help you?" Susan said.

John's cock stiffened shamelessly in his boxers and jeans.  The outline of his cock was visible as it was pressed up against his body. 

Susan Watson was looking towards him. 

A few more strokes and his cock was fully erect, its fat, crimson head oozing a continuous rope of pre-cum into his boxers. He moved his hands and his cock pressed hard up against his briefs.  If it grew any more, it would pop through
the waistband and be in plain sight.

John jumped in his seat. His cock stirred anew, its bulbous head clearly outlined as it snaked its way down his pants leg.  As John's cock continued to grow, an involuntary gasp escaped Susan's pretty lips.

That morning, he allowed Susan to see his huge cock. John would also let her take it into her hand and mouth. But that time would come a little later.

A silence fell momentarily over the two. 

"What?  What if someone sees?"

Susan answered with a shy smile and a nod. 

"Don't bother," Susan said.

She shot John a surprised look, her beautiful face breaking into a wide grin as her eyes focused pointedly on John's crotch. 

"Besides," Susan remarked, "that cock of yours is straining to get out."

In his haste, John had forgotten his arousal. His nine-plus inch dick was pegged to his jeans, visible in exquisite detail.

"It's okay. It's a slow morning. Nobody's around. I'll let you know if somebody else is coming. Go ahead. Fix your erection, John," Susan said with a smile on her face.

He instinctively started to cover his crotch, but the touch made things worse.

She figured that spot on his jeans just got bigger! Realizing he had no choice, John unzipped his jeans, fishing for it inside his underwear.  His hard cock sprung free and stood out at it's full mast.

His cock stood straight up in the air, but Susan didn't turn away. 

"Go ahead, John, do it."

John took the opportunity to be stroking his stiff rod which had a strong curve to the left.

Some more precum seeped out of his cock and Susan smiled at that. "You're so fucking horny!"

John reached down and grabbed hold of his own cock.  It was wet and slippery and Susan gasped.  Against his better will, John started thrusting his hips up and down.  Susan giggled and didn't let her eyes go of the cock. Frustrated, John removed his hand and pumped into the air a few times and then stopped.

"So, John, can you give me a clue to why your jeans have a wet spot every morning when I enter?"

Rather lost for words though, he replied, "I'm not sure, Susan."

For the second time, John found himself thrusting against the air.  He
wanted to get off so bad, but there was nothing he could do.  All of his
urges to grab himself and beat off were hopeless as long as Susan was watching and asking those silly questions.

"Please, I have to make me cum!" John was pleading. 

"Tell you what, John. Stop me if I'm wrong, but I bet, I'm the reason why the front of your Jeans and the bulging cock shows a shiny leak from your hard shaft when we travel together. Maybe you want to taste more than just play with your cock alone here in the backseat of the school bus?"

At first it was a quickie glance, but then as subsequent glances followed, John noticed Susan staring at his progress. He stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back against the bus bench.

"Um, you like to watch?" John asked.

"But, that's pretty obvious." Her eyes returned to John's ample erection. "Now strip down to you underwear."

It was already nine inches and she hadn't yet touched it, yet. 

Susan's eyebrows showed off her surprise of what was unfolding before her curious eyes. However, instead of taking things personally, one reason attributing to his bulging jeans, dictating a clear message that he liked the unconditioned attention of Susan Watson.

Flushing a red embarrassed look, Susan replied, "John, continue with your cock work out?"

Susan made a decision right then that she would push this boy into being her very special friend. She had seen John occasionally rubbing his mighty cock even though she was sitting close to him. 

Minutes could pass with no one saying anything.

"As I looked down, I saw that John's dick was dripping pre-cum already," Susan said.

"John exposed himself in the bus," Mona asked. 

"Yes, he obediently reached down and stroked his now rock hard cock for me."

Not actually completely naked. Fuck, his prick appeared obscenely thick and strong for a sixteen year old boy. This couldn't be true, Susan thought when she caught John masturbating for the first time on the back seat of the school bus. He was minutes from creaming his pants with a load of cum from his big balls. 

"John, what the hell have you been doing to have such a donkey cock?" she asked.

He was doing that on a daily basis.  

They were always the first passengers and often seated alone in the rear part of the bus for over 30 minutes. With reluctance and a sigh, John unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and reached for his over-grown cock inside.

He was there with his belt unfastened when she arrived. He was overly horny that day and just needed a little stimulation. John absently started fondling himself while the bus moved forward.

John unbuttoned the pivoting button of his jeans, then with an interesting pitch to the quick unzipping, parted his pants. Looking up at Susan, John grinned, face as red as a beet.

For the second time, when Susan had a good look at the 9 inch hardon that usually hid in John's jeans, he started jacking his cock really fast. It only took a few moments and he felt the tingle in his shaft as he was about to cum.

Moments later, John tried to stuff his hard cock back into his pants, but Susan shook his head.  "Don't put it away just yet," she said.


Susan moved to the same back seat. She squeezed the cock and stroked it until a shot of cum flew out of John's cock.  Susan waited a moment, stroked again and aimed another shot out.  This continued three more times until John was
spent.  Regardless, he was still felt horny, though, because cumming so many times felt good.  Worse than that, his underwear, t-shirt and jeans were covered in cum and they were all he had to wear at school that day.

It was bad enough that the underwear barely concealed his cock, but being as wet as they were by sticky cum, his cock was clearly visible. His condition didn't go unnoticed by the girls in the class-room. 

More problems started when his cock decided to start getting hard again as he had to make a presentation in front of the whole class. The girls were looking at him. Aware of this, his cock began to strain even more against his jeans. 

Looking down, he saw the head start to push down and out of his boxer leg. There was no second cover, a big spot of precum spread around the bulging head of his cock.

As much as he tried to resist and think of other things, it only made him harder.  He tried to control the rising dick, but that prove to be impossible.  The big head of his long dick began to push its way to freedom from his boxers. 

John had never suspected himself for being an exhibitionist, but for some reason the thought of being seen was making him hornier than ever.

Yet, he cursed himself for getting in such deep trouble.

He had gotten very horny, though, on lunch break he would get the problem fixed and decided it would be a good time to jack off in the bathroom.





Chapter 4


Susan wanted to touch him. She felt pity for him and what happened in the classroom. She wanted to be the only girl with the right to concentrate on John's cock. Nevertheless, there was competition.

It was a relieve when the school day was over and they could return to the privacy of the backseat of the bus.

"Would you like me to stroke it some more," Susan asked. She didn't mention what the girls had said about the ridiculous incident in front of the class. 

"Yes, I'd like to..." John said and reached for his belt and loosened it. He popped the button at his waist and lowered the zipper. Without standing up he slipped his pants down to his ankles.

Susan squeezed his cock, John trying to hold back, but it was too late. He felt the geyser shooting up the length of his shaft and out the tip. He then looked down at cum splattering his t-shirt and his jeans again. 

"You're enjoying it," Susan said.

John was, as most young males are at that age, horny most of the time. On the bus, back and forth, in the school, at home, in the mountains and in the village, he was feeling horny and he often decided to wear a pair of old shorts  with nothing on under them. He liked his shorts because he could unbutton them and feel his cock while he walked and sometimes no one would notice. He wore a pair of sneakers and a dark colored t-shirt when he wanted to move in silence on the balcony and take sneak peaks of female visitors in their rooms.

There was a small village close to the Armstrong residence. He used to walk or bike to the church several times in the week. As he walked down the street, he became horny, his cock was swelling in his pants because the material was rubbing the head of his cock.

John's family home was a small holding in the country. The area was really quiet. The nearest neighbor lived half a mile away. To subsidize their business activities they would take in guests to make use of the their spare bedrooms and bring in the extra money needed to keep things turning over. 

Returning back from the village, suddenly a car appeared like from nowhere. 

"Hi, I'm Kathy," a friendly voice said. 

John knew her. Kathy's sister was two years younger and they were in the same class. John could feel his heart pounding and an immediate tingle in his cock. 

"Hello, Kathy!"

"John, would you like to have a rid back home?" she said with a broad smile. 

"We could drive to the beach and later, I'll take you back home."

John stood there with his hand in his pocket, slowly stroking his hot pole thinking about what might happen if he would take a ride with Kathy. She was the beauty queen of the school.

"Jump into the car," Kathy said.

While inside, she started to ask him questions. "My lill' sis' told about the incident at the school today," Kathy said and put her hand on John's knee. 

"What?"

"You've a fucking big cock," she said with a big smile on her face. "Is that right?"

John was stroking his cock ever so slowly as she watched the Kathy's short skirt moving higher. He used his thumb and index finger and barely squeezing his dick, slowly moving his hand up and down as she watched with her big dark eyes.  

"I have to stop touching myself to keep from cumming all over myself again," John said. 

"Let's drive to the beach," Kathy said. "I'd like to have a feel of that monster."

When John was 13, his mother mentioned that he should not play with himself because of the possibility of going blind. At the age of sixteen, John had one of the biggest cocks around and he didn't wear glasses. He had no calculation of all the one-handed events that he'd experienced in his life. 

"I am soon seventeen, now, and that thing has grown beyond the norm," John said. "My mom is worried about my development. I don't know, what can I do? I've no way of stopping it." 

John was hormones on legs. He had discovered the pleasure of masturbation at the age of 12, and practiced the pleasure daily. Several times daily. Like most boys, he loved the high it gave him, and he was addicted to it.

"Show me how you do it!" Kathy said.

As they continued to drive through the country side, John unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

"Are you sure? Do you want to watch?"

He pulled his shorts open, exposing his excited and extended meat to Kathy.

"Yes, take it out, let me see what everyone is talking about."

John hitched down his shorts, wiggled his cock around with his hand, then settle down, letting her see the pole. He looked around to make sure nobody else was looking.  

He held it tightly and slid his hand up and down it, sliding the skin over the meat beneath. John's mother told him about masturbation and admitted she did it sometimes to ease the tension. They both got embarrassed whenever the conversation drifted to very personal stuff and sexual matters in particular.

Kathy's interest got John very turned on. She wanted to see him undressing and getting off in the car. He was especially with an older girl wanting to 
checking him out.

John pushed his shorts down a little farther, exposing all of his mighty meat pole. 

He slid down in his seat and stretched out his legs, a signal to Ms Kathy.

He was stroking his hard-on up and down while Kathy next to him watched and
masturbated herself.

John had fantasized about jacking off in front of the class, and on several occasions had masturbated in class for the benefit of his French teacher. She is a beauty, John thought.
 
His mom  was a very social person. John thought that she was conservative because of her religious interest but she too had done fair deal of experimentation in her life. Kathy, on the other hand, was very liberal and  adventuresome.

His mom wanted to put a halt to John's computer addiction and his constant masturbation. Her pleas had no effect. Monica had her own set of problems. His name was Father Jack Dickson. Monica had a crunch on him and used to go to numerous meetings every single week.

She'd masturbate him, use all manner of filthy language while he made her to make confessions in his office. Dickson made her suck his cock, lick his balls. She had to show her ass, show her cunt, and promise him anything if he would just fuck her and cum in her pussy.

It started as a silly game but extended in to parties and orgies that could continue over a week-end. She had once been in the church and accidentally shown her pussy to three priest who had gathered at Father Dickson's residence. 

She heard Dickson say something as he unzipped his fly and yanked out his penis. She looked into his eyes with desperation in her face. "What are you doing?"

"We've to take you to the confession room." He guided her inside and turned the light on.  There was a large king sized bed with satin sheets and
pillowcases. Father Dickson then opened another door and invited the two other priests. 

As she looked at him, she saw Dickson's penis stiff and ready. The his colleges unzipped their trousers. 

Father Dickson gently laid her down on the big bed. 


They accused her for on purpose exposing her intimate flesh to them. They said, it was a sinful act and she would have to pay a price for it. Withing minutes, all the three pastors had their pants down around their ankles and were stroking their hard cocks in front of Monica, grinning devilishly. 

The sight and humiliation made her horny. She sank to the floor in front of them and began fucking herself, making them laugh and wank their mighty cocks even harder.

"I need your cocks. Please fuck my horny cunt for me," she pledged. "I'm a sinful woman. Drive the sinful feelings out of me with your veiny cocks."

She masturbated right then and there, came three times in ten minutes, and was still masturbating when one of the priests left to have some friends to join the party.

A wave of a very different kind of pleasure went through her. She was so happy to show off to these horny priests how much she loved to have their eyes on her when she masturbated. Monica closed her eyes as she brought herself to a climax. 

Now, she was truly mystified.  What the hell had happened? She wasn't ashamed at all.

She wanted cock so badly. From that they her pussy was available for Jack Richardson, his holy friends and the circle expanded over time. At best Monica had been taken care off by ten holy men during a weekend bible circle. 

Monica soon found that she wanted Jack Richardson's big cock at least every other day, but had to have it at least once a week. Jack Richardson needed pussy every day. There was plenty of supply in the small rural congregation. 

Monica accepted that fact, she depended on healthy supply of horny cocks. She knew she could never change, and after years om complicated double life, she had no attempt to give up.

Her first submission was made under stress at a weak moment. Her husband used to travel a lot and he'd been on the road for several weeks. Monica had a weakness for big cocks. Most women have that weakness. They came to the church, opened their cunt lips wide and begged for the pastors to give them meat.

A handful of horny women offered to take care of the pastors and inner circle of male administrators sexual needs.

They had five women taking care of their daily needs. All of them learned to beg with their legs wide and their cunts pulled open. Young students were occasionally invited as guest stars to ensure the continuation of the females' sexual enslavement.

Once a month, Monica had to sit low in a big stuffed chair, almost lying in it. It was pussy saving and examination time. She had her legs drawn back and bent at the knees. Young assistants were invited to do the dirty job. One trainee was selected. He nursed the pussy for a few minutes, then fastened his mouth over Monica's large clit and sucked hard. She rested her forearms on the backs of her thighs, held her cunt lips wide with fingertips lined down her shaved cunt lip.  

 




Chapter 5

The facilities were pretty basic for visitors as they would have to share the family bathroom which could be a bit hectic on school days for John. On most days, if there were guests staying, he would have to be up early to get in and finish showering before they got up.

During the weekend, a female guest, Ms. Elizabeth had caught him with a huge erection in the bathroom. Susan made John explain what happened. Everything he had ever imagined in his own fantasies had been in live form in front of him. The woman was almost naked, wearing a towel around her body So was he. The woman closed the door behind her. 

His cock was growing, creating an obscene meat pole standing out from his crotch.  Was he dreaming he thought as he felt something pulling at his arm? 

"Dear John, I have noticed things happening and want to get to the root of it with you here, if it's Okay for you," the woman said.

How he knew he had feelings about things and how unsure he was about them. How he was confused. He had to admit. Subconsciously he brushed his hand across the front of his body, making contact with his stirring cock.

"Think now before you answer," she said.

He then made contact with the tip of his cock.

All became again apparent to John as he saw the nude woman again in front of him. He didn't know here sure name, even though she'd been a guest at the house for two weeks. Nevertheless, he had seen her naked in her room several times. 

She did see him the first evening, standing out there, wanking furiously his big boy dick. Suddenly, Elizabet heard loud grunts of ecstasy. She looked over, out of the window and saw John, the Armstrong Jr. "I did see you spurting huge glops of cum all over your stomach, chest and you painted the window with evidence. I could hear through the open window, how you unashamedly cried out with the sweet agony of your orgasm."

During and ordinary day, John was easily able to take care of his private pleasures: twice in the school toilets, once over the toilet at home, and once in his shower before bed. Saturday was a little different, he had time to play in his room or go to the sauna and shower to experience a standing wank under the shower. 


"Ms. Elizabeth, I'm sorry."

"I know that you been spying on me from the outside of the window?" she stated. 

John watched as her eyes fell directly to his swollen organ and then directly into his eyes. He casually reached down and stroked his cock a few times, and was very self-conscious of being naked.

"I know that you've been playing with your cock while outside my window," she continued. 

John stammered as he said, "....my...cock." 

He was a very good-looking young man. 

"You're young and hot, and horny," she added.


John turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to his liking. Elizabeth looked down at his bare chest and noticed his nipples were as erect as his dick.

"Grab it, and just pretend you can't move your hands for a moment. I'll
show you what it's like," she said.

She wanted to  hold that big pole sticking straight out of his crotch  and waving in the air. With one of his hands, John waved his cock at her in an inviting way.

John's hand slowly stroked up the length of the shaft of his rock hard cock. He stopped.  As Elizabeth stepped near him, he took his hand off his cock so she could reach it.

"Looking good, John!" the woman said, with a thumb's up gesture. "Man, do you always move around at this resort jerking off?"

The young man's cock was big but Elizabeth didn't hesitate, she wrapped her hand around it.

"Sometimes. It's a little game I sometimes play with myself, so to speak."

John watched Elizabeth briefly. He could see that she was excited to be naked in the shower with him. John's nine inches was at full attention.

"You've caught other guys doing this?" John asked, adjusting his position
to give Elizabeth an optimal view of his equipment.

"Sure I have. I've seen men driving naked and come across guys doing all sorts of stuff while driving on the highway," Elizabeth said.

"You didn't mind me to doing it out there on the balcony, or in here now with you?"

"I'd sure like to see you put on a little show for me," she continued.

"Damn, this is hot." John said, as he increased the speed of his strokes.


There was a large swimming pool, sauna, steam room, gym and even a kitchen for tourists who didn't have a kitchen of their own in their room. Elizabeth was a first time visitor. She'd come to make a photo tour for an upcoming exhibition. 

His excitement continued to grow. John's cock was extremely hard and he felt how his load of jism was building in his balls.  

Elizabeth was taking in the sight of John's stupendously big cock. This sixteen years old stud must have been the fattest piece of meat the poor Elizabeth had ever seen with a set of nuts that were hanging lower than they should have been. It could only be explained by the coolness of the room.

The sauna, shower or the swimming pool had been the perfect place for John to send his morning loads. But this time was different. 

He had an attentive viewer.

Most days the Wilson family didn't have more than a few day visitors and John generally managed to play alone in the sauna and spa department at least when his parents went to church during the weekends.

There was nothing boyish about the more than man-sized bulge between his legs.

"I see that your brain is completely between your legs and that all you can think about is masturbating whenever you get a chance to see a naked woman. John, how did you end up having such a dick and balls of the size a hors could envy?" 

His cock fluffed up a bit as his mind focused on his and her nudity.

John was feeling a little uncomfortable with the sex talk coming from a woman, considering he was naked, and the talk was starting to get to his
dick.

"Don't worry, it may not happen again," John said.

Elizabeth had been only one night at the resort when John decided to look into the her bedroom to see what she was doing and what he saw was more than the young man had expected. 

Their only female guest had been playing openly and completely naked with her exposed sex, and obviously enjoying the lengthy masturbation so much that that she didn't hear John when he looked in on her from the second floor balcony.

He couldn't resist. He glanced down at his open fly and his cock head peeking out. John got more excited and the cock inched out further from his fly-opening.


There alone on the balcony, horny as hell by the view through the window, he didn't get the power of running away, John reached down for his semi-hard cock and began stroking himself.

He was confident with his growing shaft and pumped it a few times. John tugged the fly open and watched as his cock sprang out in full glory. It was long and and thick. He was proud about the size it had grown to. His cock stretching had probably increased an inch or two to the length. 

It was late and the balcony was empty, but it didn't matter, he'd done this before. John just liked the idea of being exposed this way. He didn't know that he'd been seen from inside.

Now, being the only two in the sauna department, they could take their separate showers, letting the warm water zoom down their bodies, as they chatted away.

Teetering between the now and fantasy, John felt he could stroke into the best jerk off, sending ropes of cum over the bathroom floor. Elizabeth didn't, however, make any sign of moving out.

"Young man, how thick are you?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm nine inches long and six inches round. Why do you want to know?"

Intrigued with the turn of conversation, Elizabeth moved a hand to John's
crotch and copped an exploratory feel. "God, a dick like this and you
don't have a clue how you use it?"

She took over stroking his cock, pumping it faster and faster until he
couldn't hold out any longer. 

Elizabeth continued stroking John's cock, in short and then long strokes, squeezed the shaft and stroked faster then slower, while John nuzzling her neck. She moved to a new position and let the "boy" rub his cock into the cleft of her wobbling tits. 

She then knelt in front of John again and took his cock tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue lightly around the crown tip. That was gross. He leaned his head back and moaned with pleasure before opening his eyes again to look down at Elizabeth working on his tip and shaft. 

He felt the cum building up in his shaft, and tried to hold back as best he
could, when Elizabeth squeezed his shaft and stroked up and down the length
faster and harder, until she saw the stream of white cum shoot out of John's
cock and against her unprotected body. 

Moments later, after his cock had erupted all over her naked breasts and face,  she watched John's cock throb again and again, and more and more cum shoot from that big mushroom tip and land on her face.

"Oh, young man. That was incredible," Elizabeth said.

Elizabeth said, "John, you must know, I am going to masturbate for you."

After orgasming for the sixth time, Elizabeth was now tired, but pleasurably
happy. 



Chapter 6


Susan listened to his story. Heightening her interest was the fact that
the head of his cock was barely peeking out of his ample foreskin. Moments later, the girth seemed greater and more of the head was uncovered. It continued to grow. It was easily eight inches long semi-hard and big around as a ten ounce coke bottle.

If he had not put his briefs on under the shorts, his cock would be
sticking out of the leg. The swelling was still evident by the large bulge in his underpants which pleased Susan.

He leered at Susan.  "You like my cock?"  

She looked down.  Her eyes followed his to find his swelling member in his hand. John gave it a pull.  

"Sure you do," Susan said.

"Would you like to touch it?" John asked.

John immediately closed his eyes and leaned back splaying his legs, giving Susan room to work.  Her fingertips were drawn to his knob, since his erection had a sort of curve that forced the middle down, and stretched the material of his pants over the knob aimed down over his thigh.  

This story had been told to Mona and Julie when they were recruiting summer interns to Mona's farm.  Susan continued, John just wanted to get off, and the more sensation especially on his cock head, the better he liked it.  He just grunted how fucking horny he was; his usual mantra. 

"John had not ejaculated in two nights and his balls were full of his crud and his prick was desperate to be fondled," Susan explained. 

The next day John's dick had erected so hard, it had pushed from beneath his briefs and was lodged at an upward angle towards his hip.  The exposed glans was drooling his pre-fuck, and apparently, as Susan moved her hand over his navel and across his nips, he just asked her to more and more.

"You should know how much he loved it. So, I grasped the sticky glans with my index finger and thumb and rubbed, twisting at the same time, just enough to tickle him insanely, but not enough to bring him over the edge he so desperately wanted," Susan said.  

Susan explained to attentive female listeners, how she during their bus frequent bus trips gripped his prick and let her fingers focus on John's fat tip, making him strain his legs out reflexively and draw in gulps of air, stretching reflexively as his ejaculation became imminent. How she smoothed the natural lubricant into the knob. 

"John's beefy cock was a leaker, a very copious leaker. Girls loved to tease him," Susan explained. "Apparently he didn't mind spunking his briefs, cause soon he was bucking gently as his prick launched his teen cum into his boxer briefs, writhing and squeezing his eyes tightly, as my fingers continued to drain every bit of his ejaculate from the turgid shaft." 

Julie had expected any man with such a stupendous organ to be a fucking animal! The rumors were out. Mona had given her some details. Now Julie was ready to give him what he needed and craved. John would get from Julie from now on.

"Sure," John said and suggested they should move to the nearby river.

This reminded him, how he used to go off hiking in the hilly woods around their house while his classmates were playing the sport of the season. John's interest in art, music, and literature made me even more insular. He had a very conservative upbringing, John's parents were religious. 

Her breasts seemed like cozy balloons. Round and pointed, white encased. In the warm climate her blouse clung to her body as if it was wet. 

She'd been walking a long distance in uncomfortable high-heel shoes. Fore a good reason. Julie was fascinated by the student's throbbing erection. 

As they stood there chatting, she caught John staring at her.  Julie raised her eyebrows, licked her lips, and languidly turned towards him, slowly pushing her chest out. She could clearly see the outline of his cock in his blue overall.

Her outlook, words and attitude made John nervous. When he tried to hide his confusion and arousal, as they spoke, he started to stammer.

"It's a wa-warm d-day...miss..."

Although her movements were subtle and ambiguous, she behaved flirtier than she had with a single man in the past few months. Julie laughed sexily and then resumed talking to him as if nothing had happened.

"Let's walk down to the river. We can find a nice place under those trees for your blanket," John suggested.

As she walked in front of her, John watched her hips swaying, her sensual moves stretching the fabric of her dress first one way then the other. The perfect ass straining sexily against the material of her tight skirt as she unabashedly swayed her hips. 

The exaggerated sensual movement transmitted hot visual signals to John's brains, turning him on, and the unruly "snake" inside his overall soon underlined the effect. John's cock is rock hard pointing straight up toward his navel.

Since he had been thirteen, little-John had learned that if he drove his fat knobbed penis into the sheets at night, he could achieve shattering sensations that made him lose his breath, and involuntarily fuck the bed for sometimes up to thirty seconds. 

The years passed. John learned new techniques. Frequent masturbations also made his cock grow in length and girth. Instead, as he lay in his bed, naked, he ground his engorged teenage phallus into the lubricated wash cloth that prevented his mother from seeing sticky boy stains on the sheets. 

Most of the time, he did it several times a day.  Nothing felt better than his hand sliding up and down the smooth, long and gorgeous shaft. Looking up some pictures on the internet, John pulled down his underwear and squeezed some pre-cum lube into his hand.


John thought about those years and his perpetual masturbatory fantasies while they were walking towards the big tree. Inside his overall his beefy, ten inches of donkey uncut cock, and heavy, hanging nuts were dangling as he moved. 

John's cock moved to the right, then to the left, then downwards, then upwards the sensitive head in intense contact with the rigid garment made every step a pain and pleasure at the same time.

They ended up at a perfect secluded picnic place under a big tree, arranged the blanket and got seated. She poured coffee, offered him a cup. Julie, sipping the hot coffee, leaning seductively her back against the tree.

When John placed the blanket on the ground, he said "Please, get seated." 

He noticed how her skirt rode up her legs every time she shifted position. It finally settled comfortably about four inches up her legs. The pressure starting to build in John's pants was proof enough that this woman was a real turn-on!

Julie started asking a whirl wind round of questions, curious about John's studies at the university, John's belief, his hobbies and what he thought about a pastors celibacy and marriage.

"John, I've seen your itinerary and I think it will be a grueling summer for  you. Don't neglecting such things as eating  properly and getting enough rest," she babbled.

They had agreed with Mona that John could spend the rest of the afternoon talking with Julie. 

Rapid movement of her legs caused her skirt to climb further up her legs, revealing now nearly half of her thighs. She gradually allowed her skirt to slide up until all of her legs were showing. 

John could see panties lurking there in the shadow between her thighs. Consciously he took advantage of the view whenever he thought she wasn't looking.

He soon could see up her skirt as her knees were a few inches apart. What he could see was faint but visible. Her thighs were still touching together. John glanced up and found her watching at him.

Her lips curved in a peculiar smile.  "Mister John Armstrong, we've discussed about you becoming a pastor in our congregation after your examination," she said.

"I would be glad to serve this community. Miss Mona has been very kind and she has taught me things about this community," John said. 

I think, she also told that I'm one of the influential members of the selection committee," Julie said. 

Pressure was growing as John's cock strained against his overall. He cursed silently his silly decision not to wear any underwear while working in the field. 

He felt helpless and vulnerable.

His stupidity was giving an accentuated problem in front of Julie. His huge cock standing and creeping freely inside his overall, and the tenting was almost obscene.

John couldn't remember the top two buttons on her blouse being open. 

Julie told about her life. She had been a popular girl and very attractive before her marriage. 

Julie matured early into a young woman that was average in height, but well endowed with a slim, curvaceous figure and slightly large, firm tits. 

"I've to confess to you, John, if I may call you by first name, I'd to struggle with not being sexually abused as a teenager by one of the pastors." 

She blushed faintly, her gaze sliding down to his groin and staying there, unable to look away from the evidence of his arousal.

"Something peculiar happened at the church," Julie said and told about a pastor that had a crunch for her.



Chapter 7

Her story.

Julie's shoulder length, dark hair and brown eyes were added bonuses to her already beautiful attributes. That made her to get a summer job as an intern at the local church. She was used with the fact that young men were always ogling her. Her summer job made her understand that adult men were at least just as interested about her.

Julie revealed a special video and porn magazine's archive. There were tapes with straight couples, homosexuals, bisexuals, and solo men and women performing masturbation, anal sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, double penetration, and orgies. She had been overwhelmed by the diversity of the pleasures offered by the tapes.

Julie continued her story. 

"As a teenager, I had sex with a few guys from school and enjoyed it, but I was unfamiliar with any of the other sexual experiences that I took home and pondered watching." 

She looked at John and asked if he could take this kind of confessions in open air. 

"Miss Julie, I'm prepared and have been trained to listen to anything you've to tell."

Some of the action was threesomes, a man and two women, but it offered many lesbian couples exchanging loving licks. 

"After watching the movies for hours,  I was getting really turned on," she admitted and told how she began masturbating watching the actresses bury their faces between each other's legs. 

"You mean, the videos were about lesbian sex?" John asked. 

"With each lick they made, I slid my finger inside my own wet pussy and rubbed the palm of my hand against my hard clit," she said. 

"There was also a long scene with a man's cock sliding in and out of one woman's dripping cunt while she was eating the cunt of another woman."

Julie then told about one of the pastors eager to get his hand under her skirt.  To prove her good intentions, she pulled up her miniskirt and pulled down the front of her underpants.


"Ahh, Julie, I know you would rather have my lips around my cock," the pastor proposed to her when he learned that she'd been watching the movies and reading the porn magazines. 

She told then told John the whole the secret, and how it started. How he made her lift her miniskirt, then parting her thick, hairless pussy lips, so he could see her inner tissues. The pastor found them gleaming with her sex juice. He reached down to insert a fingers into Julie's steaming cunt and learned that she wasn't a virgin anymore.

"I had to confess to the pastor, how I lost my virginity," Julie said. "I'd to tell him everything about my teenage sex life."

He looked at her from toes to nose, and smiled a faint smile, then slid his chair back away from the desk and stood up. The pastor made Julie drop to her knees before him, demanding her eyes on his face. The pastor looked her over closely.  She was a young woman, less than nineteen years of age. He was looking at her with what was clearly lust.

Julie's face was flushed with embarrassment, kneeling in front of him. Hi just stood there.  How long is this going to last? she wondered. 

She let out a small sigh of relief.

Her hands slid up to his crotch.  She felt a half-hard cock within.  Without waiting, she unzipped his pants with one hand and dug for his cock with the other. A few seconds later, an erect penis emerged from his pants. It was definitely respectable in size compared to her previous boyfriend's.


Julie pulled herself forward and put the head of his cock inside of her moist mouth and felt his cock throbbing to a new level of erectness as her tongue played with tip of his organ.

 


A slight smile came across his face, it turned to a grin as her mouth slid over his erection.  

She had enough practice to take the pastor's huge cock all the way into her throat, her nose and lips nestled against his groin as she waited for what she knew would come. 

"He made me do it," Julie admitted.

She saw that his cock had returned to rock hardness only a minute after he had ejaculated. 

"It wasn't right, or did you enjoy it?" John asked. 

She had a thoughtful look on her face and continued to speak. She felt a wave of lust go through her at the sight of John listening to her story.


"I also had to sit there and listen to him preach a sermon, the entire time his cock bulging in his pants. Sometimes I closed my eyes and imagined him pulling his cock out and jerking off right there in front of the congregation
and the world. He had that kind of hypnotic power in his voice and with his
words," Julie said. 




Chapter 8

John thought about his own teenage years. 

He was much larger than most boys his age in most respects. He could remember girl's eyes roaming down his shorts or pants, awestruck at the size of his dick. It had grown from eight to nine inches long and very thick around the shaft when he was sixteen years old. 

He looked nervously at her as she answered. 

"I can see that the sexuality influenced your life in your young age. However, you got married and your are now able to control your impulses better?"

Sex and violence and intrigue had been the backbone of this small rural community. Julie continued to tell what the pastor did to her. 

"His hands gripped my hair roughly and painfully, pulling my head back then yanking me back onto his cock, fucking my mouth with no care for my comfort."

"Is this pastor still with the congregation?" John inquired.

"No, he had to leave when the rumors about his 'bad behavior' started to circle around." 

She then told, how his cock pistoned in and out of her welcoming mouth. 

"He demanded, Open your eyes and watch my cock fucking your mouth."

Julie had been ashamed with her sexual desires. On the other side, it was the type of sex she craved. She sighed a little at her own thoughts, the word "slut" quickly ruining her lighthearted mood.

"He thrust into my mouth one more time, holding his erection deep inside my throat, cutting off my breathing as he waited for me to start panicking," Julie continued.

John listened quietly.

"The pastor then quickly stripped me from my panties, his fingers slipping between my thighs, a chuckle escaping him at the moisture he found there."

When she leaned over to pour more coffee, John could see the valley between her large breasts and even an edge of her white bra. John's cock jerked and he almost gasped. Her nipples were standing up straight with excitement.

"Slowly, my body started to adjust, the waves of pleasure returned slowly, my whole body trembling in sensation. He made me cum with his fingers," she explained.  

"Next he wanted to fuck me," she said.

Julie whimpered nearly animal sounds escaping her throat, as the pastor kept thrusting deep into her womb, her slim legs moving up to wrap around his hips with surprising strength, her nails clawing his back as she started to meet him thrust for thrust.

Another sip or two of the coffee and John was feeling very warm and strange. It was good and made him feel good. He wasn't sure if he should be feeling that way.

"Did he hurt you?" John asked.

"No, not bad, I felt warm and funny," she said. "I don't know if it's proper to tell."

Things were getting a little fuzzy. John looked up at her face and she had a strange look in her eyes. He could see a little perspiration on her upper lip.  

"What is it Mrs. Julie?"

"I think a bee or something succeeded to get under my dress and it feels like I've been bitten."

Julie quickly rose up, and then squatted down, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She cleaned her lips with her tongue and swallowed as best she could as John gave her a worried and satisfied smile.

John's eyes dropped to her knees and they were wide apart. 

The front of John's overall was one big bulge.

"Uh, no, does it hurt?" John stammered, twisting and turning trying to make his obscene bulge smaller.

The bright sunlight filled all the shadows and John could see her thighs and stockings and the crotch of her panties. He saw a dark, wet looking spot on the nylon. 

John wondered if she had wet her pants.

"Excuse me John, it's a little embarrassing, but I've to do something to this itch." Julie said and spread her legs.  "I have some lotion in my small purse to curb the pain," she said. 

Julie stood up, turned around and examined the bees bite between her legs. 

John was speechless and looked like an idiot, his mouth hanging open, when Julie spread her legs, and examined the insides of her thighs. 

Julie squatted in front of him again. Although she was quite a sight, John didn't want to appear too lecherous by just staring. 

"Fine, I think I found the spot where I was bitten." She leaned back with a smile and crossed and opened her legs. 

Her skirt had ridden up until John could see the underside of the crossed leg all the way to the top of her stocking. She was turned with her back towards John while she examined the bitten area between her legs. 

"Is it hurting?" John asked. 

Then, he spotted the wetness between her legs increasing. His erection became even harder, pulsing as it slid down his pant leg.  It was oozing drops of thin lubrication down his leg.

The heat in his groins swelled to the point almost of pain. 

In spite of his attempt to stay detached, his left hand strayed down to rub his erection.  This had to end, but he didn't know how. 

John was becoming increasingly aroused. His hand stayed in place and picked up speed, moved faster and faster, his cock feeling like it would explode from the tension.

His rock hard, straining cock could take no more and it exploded down his leg, again, and again. 

John calmed down and was shocked to find he had just jerked off looking at the woman squatting and rubbing the itch between her legs. 

"Yes, I need to apply some medicine to avoid an allergic reaction." Julie said. "Let me have a look in my purse. John, would you be kind enough to apply it?"

Her knees were further apart. 

Her thighs weren't touching and the small white triangle had become a white band between them, John swallowed hard and felt heat rise in his crotch. 

Her legs opened a little more. He could see the sheen of the nylon panties. He looked up quickly.  

"Where did the bee bite you?" he asked.

Julie gave John a small tube of hydrocortisone. 

"Please, help me to have it applied on the red spot between my legs."  

John was dumbfounded. 

What was going on? Why was she acting this way? Julie was getting him sexually excited, but he was also getting nervous and scared. Julie was a married woman. He should not think about sex and sinful acts with her. 

John wanted to stay calm but felt so confused and out of control. How could he resist her charms, act in the best way possible, and apply the painkiller to her inner thigh?

The inner thigh is where many women happen to store fat. On someone else, it may be the hips or gut. There simply isn't a certain exercise that will make fat disappear from the inner thighs as opposed to your stomach. Another popular misconception is that you can replace fat with muscle. 

She stared at John patiently while he struggled with the hydrocortisone. 

She didn't seem the slightest bit upset or even surprised at his obvious anxiety. Julie spread her legs and pointed at the red spot with her finger. 

"I've to close my eyes and lean back; you should know that I'm very sensitive and ticklish in that area," she said. "I guess, most women are sensitive, but take your time and rub the red spot."

By the time woman reaches adulthood, she will have a finite number of fat cells and muscle fibers. Julie had a history of athletics and she was still a very good gymnast. 

She looked so sexy there right in front of him, and her flirty moves were having the calculated effect.

John noticed that there was no garter belt holding her nylons up. In fact, he could not see where her nylons ended. 

Seemingly reading John's mind, Julie explained. 

"I'm wearing pantyhose today, with my panties on over the pantyhose. This way, I don't have to wear a garter to keep the nylons up. They are attached to the top of pantyhose and stay up by themselves."

As a gymnast Julie easily open her groin and genital area by resting her lower leg on to her right side so that her knee flexed.  John stroked several times up both sides of her thigh with his hands, gliding them back down behind her leg. 

"Where is the red spot?" he asked.  "I can't apply the hydrocortisone to your nylon."

Now, her clit was standing at full attention straight out through a well placed hole in the fabric of her pantyhose. The tight fabric was wrapped firmly around the base with an elastic, and held it up and out.  
 
Tingles were racing through her pussy. The tightening fabric pulled the clit up and squeezed the base even harder. She could hear herself moaning wildly, unable to stop herself.

"You're right. First take off the panties and then my pantyhose."

John had spent many an hour masturbating to nude pictures and pornographic stories in printed magazines featuring incidents like this. 

Now, this was real, he wasn't able to pull out his cock and start stroking in solitude. 

He felt ashamed. 

"Use your right hand to circle-stroke up and down my inner thigh. You will find the spot when you take a close look," Julie advised.



Chapter 9

This masturbation of John used to be quite private and quite intense. 

He would get lost in hot fantasies, sometimes for hours while teasing and stroking his cock, balls, and body, but now John felt quite vulnerable and terrified at the prospect of Julie finding out how much he loved to play with his mighty organ.

She smiled and cocked her head to one side. "John, you can start, do it now!" Julie said with a demanding voice.

Her naughty plans had excited her almost as much as John's fumbling hands between her legs. Her pussy was pulsing from the stimulation. Julie was gasping for breath, each gasp lifting a weight greater than her own. 

She was a little sore on the insides of her thighs and a little more sore on her vulva. A bee didn't bite her. It was the use of the big dildo, in the morning before school, that was the cause of the itch an irritation.

She was literally dripping into her panties, and the lubrication was going to soak in before she could move.  Her left leg pinned down by John's teasing hand and the other spread out to give maximum access. She felt better than she had in weeks. She hooked the left leg over a big root in the tree.  

Julie looked up and when their eyes met, she asked, "I would like to know if you like to have sexual fantasies when looking at magazines where women are spread open like this?" she inquired. "Are you allowed to feel for the warmth of a female body, or is it a sin to get excited when watching a wide open female pussy?" 

She paused, boring into his eyes with her gaze. 

John squirmed uncomfortably,  "I should have the strength to resist the temptation."  

"But it's not easy. I know that priests and pastors are in continuous conflict with their sinful fantasies," Julie countered.

John panicked and looked away, down at the wide open crotch, back at her, off into space, and back at her again. 

As soon as their eyes met again, Julie said, slowly and deliberately. "Don't you like to watch a female pussy, John?"

"Miss Julie, I'm not strong enough to resist," he said. 

Her legs, bent at the knee, were splayed wide. There was nothing between him and her freshly shaved pussy but eighteen inches of air.  

She paused, staring, and then continued, "I hope you like to look up between my legs and see my crotch - my naked cunt?" 

"I do!"

"Take a closer look and touch all the red spots, but first clean your finger against my thigh." 

She didn't want hydrocortisone in a wrong place.

With those words, Julie again made a slow, subtle motion, this time shifting her weight slightly so that her legs spread apart as much as she could. 

What a sight for a healthy and horny heterosexual male! Damn, she has a helluva pussy, John thought.  

Her naked skin glistened in the sun, John ran a fingertip down one of her soft, plump, shining labia, slipped inside, when she begged, he ran his middle finger from her leaking hole up to her clit. 

She made a point of looking down at John's huge erection and then slowly raised her intent gaze back to his eyes. 

"John don't mind, I want you to stare. I'm posing for you," she said nothing about the erection, but her gestures were enough to let him know she was aware of it.

John moved his fingers up her thighs and closer to her crevice, teasing her, looking at her facial expressions, pausing to feel her puffy outer lips and to understand how the folds of soft skin formed the mysterious external view of a woman's sexual organs.

Returning back to her excited cunt, John placed his fingers on the pink flesh on either side of her glistening opening and slowly opened her cunt-lips. Opening the horny woman's cunt also made her erected clit more prominent. The shiny pink knob projecting from its hood at the top of her slit.


John inserted a finger between her wide open pussy lips. He saw Julie's eyes get even wider. Her blushing was furious by now, and her eyes were wide at the
naughtiness of the situation.

Julie gasped and jerked as he smoothly separated her wet lips and pulled the clit out to it's full length with thumb and forefinger. "Do you like what you see?"

Then he unzipped his overall and pulled out his thing! He was touching it all over, holding it in his hand, trailing his fingers up and down and all around, especially on the end. 

Julie looked down to see that his slong had gotten even bigger, and the end was all swollen and purple. It looked obscenely gross and scary. For a few moments, his hand was moving real fast as he pumped his fist up and down his big, thick thing.   

Julie's legs weren't wide open, yet, but he could see the outside of her slit. He was looking at her lovely cunt like it was the most interesting object in the world. 

He continued  to stroke his thing, which was sticking out straight from his body. He could feel the pulse of his heartbeat as he held his big dick.


John thought that, if one finger was causing all this emotion, what would two do. Julie was feeling pretty good because the man's continual stroking motions were making her pussy lips open up.  He slowly inserted a second finger into her cunt, and then moving them in and out. She spread her legs now, giving him superb access to her love hole.
 

He slipped a few more fingers into Julie's snatch and began to slide them in and out. There was a faint squelching noise as Julie's hot pussy opened and closed around John's hand, coating it with her sweet cream.

She arched her back, and her stomach muscles seemed to suck his fingers deeper and deeper into her each time he pumped her. Julie's deep breathing was now replaced with a continuous groan of pleasure, as she reached higher and higher heights of pleasure.

John moved his left hand down to her crotch again. Finding her lack of cunt hairs, his fingers wove their way around her crotch until they located her slit. It was easy to know that they had found the core of her love machine; the hairless outer lips  and the slit were immensely wet from her love juices.

Julie was crying out in luscious orgasm, her body shaking. In one swift motion, he withdrew his fingers, leaving Julie's cunt gaping like an open door.

"Don't Stop!" Julie screamed. Her pussy pulsed again and again, come pouring out onto the now wet green, green grass. Her rosy clit was reaching up and out between the slick pussy lips. 

Julie was a kid from a farm and she continued to read her Bible all the time.  She was frustrated by the development of her life after marriage, but she could live with it. She finished adjusting her dress. Her life quality was about to improve. 

The "new pastor" fingering her pussy would change her life for good.
	
His fingers slid around the top of her slit, moving from her clit to her love hole. John inserted one finger into her hole at the same time that he bit harder on her tit, which was still in his mouth. She responded with a deeper gasp, followed by a low moaning sound.
	
"Deeper, push your finger in deeper!" she groaned. Her legs tightened around his hand, forcing his fingers deeper into her cunt, while her hips started to rotate on the couch. "Oh, does that feel good! Keep your fingers moving." 

He curled his tongue so that it hooked inside her and then slid out, dragging it across her clit, pushing the tongue tip up above her slit. Settling on her left labia, he ran his tongue up its length and listened as she sucked air past her teeth's, then gasped again when John bit lightly, trapping it lengthwise between his teeth.

John set his mouth into the upper part of her pussy, closing his teeth carefully into the soft lips and buried the flat of his tongue between them. 

Julie came twice, alternating between gasping and groaning in pleasure while he "ate" her delicious pussy. She squirmed, rolling her hips, and whimpering quietly.


But, determinedly, she held her shoulders planted against the tree so her breasts barely moved. John glanced at her blushing pussy as it rolled in broken circles just inches from his face.  He didn't think his cock could get any harder, but it had, painfully so.  He tore his gaze from between her legs and watched as she was reaching out her hands and begging, "Fuck me, I want your huge cock inside me."

John was ready. Her attention focused on the big chunk of flesh in his hand. She began to wonder what this ten-inch wonder might feel like. Such an organ would really probe her vitals and make her feel like a blessed woman. 

It was too late though.  His dick started throbbing and after a moment, cum started shooting out of it.

A thick spurt splashed against Julie's face, and she took the head in her mouth. His thick salty cum squirted again, then again. It was as if John would never stop.

"Why are you smiling?"  John asked, the nervousness apparent in his voice.  

He held her head with both of his hands. Julie's face, in front of him, was covered with the huge load of cum he had just shot.

"Excuse me," John said.


Chapter 10

John Armstrong was still a student at the university. He had received a full scholarship, so he was pretty happy with himself. Brains were something he had
been blessed with, and school had never been a problem for him.

Today was different, though, it was summer, he'd taken the summer intern job at the farm. The work was hard but physically rewarding. The sun was out, and it was unusually warm. John decided to walk along the lake front and enjoy this rare opportunity.

He thought about what his aunt had said to him when he was a little kid when he told her what he'd discovered by naked in their sauna. 

"John, don't worry!  When you are big yours will grow big and you will have many girlfriends and many children,"  answered Mrs. Linda Lennon. 

He thought about the aunt's words and wanked the thick shaft slowly, drawing the loose skin back until taunt then back and rolling the foreskin over the mushroom head.

Mrs. Linda Lennon had seen the ten year old boy playing with his little dick. "Yes, it gets very big if you keep touching it like that!" 

Over the years, John became fascinated with growth of his organ. Porn and Internet gave him a lot more to think about. He also got a lot of valuable advice about how to improve the growth.

Six years later, Linda was hosting a family reunion and expected John's Family among others to show up. There would be many John had not seen in years.

John was now sixteen years old and his arrival was a big surprise to the divorced Linda Lennon. The little kid was now a really well built guy, he stood over 6 foot at 190 pounds of solid muscle.

At his arrival, Linda Lennon hugged him, took him in her arms and hold him tight against her body.

"I'm so glad you'd the chance to come," she said.

John's cock slithered down one leg of his jeans, and John nudged it with his fingertips, moving it to a more comfortable position. 

His hands still jammed inside his pockets, John tickled the sides of his stiffening prick-shaft. 

Linda helped him with the luggage. He would use a bedroom upstairs. When he stood in that brightly lit bedroom, memories of past encounters came to his mind. 

When she let him alone in his room, John unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper and immediately his cock sprang out. John sat up and threw off his shirt,  laid back down on the bed and pulled at his now semi-erect cock poking out of his boxers. He wrapped his hand around it, grunted, his cock begging for release. The fluids ran from the hole in the tip of his cock head and he absently smeared them around with his fingers. They covered the head of his cock and excited him a bit more. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. For a few seconds John just held his cock, so enraptured by the sight of Linda appearing in the doorway.

She glanced down at his hard-on. John was still gripped it tightly in his fingers. When he looked back up at Linda Lennon, his hand automatically wanted to start working up and down the length of his rigid prick-shaft. 

"Uuuhm, I'm sorry," Linda said. "Do you want me to go away for a moment?"

"No, please..."

Linda didn't know what to do. She didn't want to walk away, that would be too embarrassing. There was no mistake. She could plainly see that he did have his cock out. But then she realized, the boy was jacking off. Pre-cum already dripped from his fingers.

John was a good-looking boy, tall with dark, short-cut hair. 

John was sexually supercharged thinking about a meeting with his 27 years old aunt. She was not a sister of her mom. Linda had been adopted and was ten years younger than Monika, his mother, but they used to call her aunt, even though she really wasn't.

She came to John's room to give him fresh bed linen and caught him lying on his bed reading a magazine and did look up at her when she entered the room.

"Oh my God!" She whispered silently. 

Bad timing, she thought. 

A moment later Linda thought she was seeing double. The young boy wasn't a kid anymore. She was witnessing huge bulge stretching out his boxers.

I'm sorry to be here in my boxers only, didn't have a chance to take out my jeans. Besides, it's very warm inside," John said.  He could feel how his dick continued to grow inside his boxers. He was thankful that it hadn't reached full erect position, yet.



"If it doesn't bother me. You could be naked, it certainly wouldn't bother me," she countered and secretly thanked him for the show. Linda noticed, John's dick was getting harder during their conversation.

He had been alone in his room and wearing his boxers and nothing else.  

What stood before Linda, now, far exceeded anything she had ever set eyes on
before. She could hardly take her eyes from his manhood, but did manage to say something about John, wearing only boxers, not being any trouble at all.

"You've grown to a big man," Linda said. 

John thought about her words six years ago and his cock twitched and lengthened. Linda was curious about school and asked if he already had a girlfriend. As they spoke, she could see how John's cock started to grow. 

The little boy had grown much bigger over the years. At the age of sixteen, after lots of wanking, he was well aware and proud about the thickening cock.

 

He managed to get it down into his boxers just in time of her arrival.

"Let me change the sheets to new ones before you go to sleep," she said.

John's cock had reached maximum hardness; throbbing thick at nine inches. Linda was enjoying the scenery while working with the sheets. It was not hard to notice that her attention was causing a growth in his manhood.

John moved his hand to try and cover the growing erection.  Linda, slowly moved around the bed changing the sheets.

"John," she said, "You have a beautiful body which I guess women like to look at.  I don't want you to be embarrassed about getting a hard-on."

John realized, again too late, that his dick hadn't gone down a single bit, and was tenting out his boxers.  For the second time, John blushed deeply, and took a seat. His cock was throbbing and demanding to be released from his tightening confines.

"I'm sorry, can't help it," he said. 

By this time John's erection was almost fully hard, and his beautiful penis had grown to about 20 cm in length, perfectly straight and still sheathed by the now firmly tightened foreskin. He had no idea what he was going to do.


"It's all right," Linda said.  "Nothing to be ashamed of."

Their talk continued, talking about everything and about nothing. No other guests had arrived. They would come tomorrow or maybe not at all. John was a pretty good looking young man, Linda thought. She wasn't worried if no-one else turned up.

Her eyes blinked open wide. John's dick pushed down the inside of the left leg of his boxers. Linda took a seat on the bed.  John stood there and didn't know what to do in his confusion.


Up and down, the full length of his magnificent tool moved up and down.  Every now and again the head of his penis would poke out from the left leg of his boxers and the foreskin and Linda could see drops of clear pre-cum collecting there. 

"I hope you don't tell anybody about this," John said.

"Why should I?"


Linda was feeling the hype of her hormones, causing a gentle tingling down between her legs. It would be something holding something that big and thick in her hand. Long time for her. She'd been divorced for more than two years. Sexually, Linda was very submissive, giving in to most men, who "took charge",
and especially when they talked dirty to her. 

In the guest bedroom, the two chatted amiably for the better part of an hour, small talk about John's and Linda's life. She told about her divorce. She wore a light summer dress. When the conversation went on and on, John began to wonder what Linda had in her mind.

She sat across from John on the bed. From what he could see of her legs and how she filled out the dress, she appeared to have quite a nice body. She wore no stockings. John wondered what kind of panties she was wearing beneath.


Her laughter was sometimes a bit nervous, especially when she made sexual comments, and she seemed a bit shy, perhaps because she was just getting to know John as a grown-up. 

Her cotton summer dress clung to her legs as she rose from the bed and stood, her heart beginning to pound beneath the thin material. John wanted to see what she looked like beneath her clothes.

Such delicate curves. Her legs were parted as far as the tight skirt would allow, the hem of the dress at mid-thigh. She made a move in the bed, curled her fingers around the hem and yanked it gently upward, raising the skirt slowly, knowing that John would be enjoying the sexy view. 

Moments later, the skirt was raised to the top of her thighs. She wanted to have someone play with her erect clit. She looked once again into John's eyes, lustfully, a look of sexual anticipation on her pretty face. 

Linda enjoyed showing herself to the young man like this. As they spoke, she got the idea and moved her legs apart, exposing the length of her pantied crotch for John's eyes to feast upon.

The panties cling so nicely to her buttocks. She worked with the bed cover. John could see her from behind. When she got seated, the panties were stretched, her fatty lips were open, the moisture sucked the material inward, occasionally John could see between the puffy lips of the cuntal crack.

Whatever Linda wanted, she wanted it to happen soon. She felt a tingling in her loins, so familiar to her present life situation. John gasped, realizing that Linda had almost exposed her pussy.

She leaned back and again spread her legs in an obvious display of sexual invitation. As she did, her skirt fell down a little more and only covered the top quarter of her thighs. She looked down at herself and said, "Oops,
excuse me, John. I didn't realize so much of me showed. I'm sorry, Big Boy, I probably embarrassed you." 

She noticed John's gaze, then stood up and pushed her skirt back into place.

In her thoughts she said, "Fuck, is this real? You've really grown to a big man. I guess, girls of your age can't even get their small hands around it."  

She bent over and admired John's huge cock. She'd never imagined being in a situation like this and couldn't deny that she was curious.  

"How old are you? Seventeen?"

"I'll be seventeen in six months," John said. His cock throbbed painfully hard.

"I can't believe the size of that thing," Linda Lennon said. "You might well have the biggest cock in Family."

"I doubt that.  Maybe the biggest teenage cock?"

John wasn't embarrassed. He was just maddeningly horny. The front of his boxers were bulged out and even had a growing damp spot where pre-come leaked out of his rigid, throbbing cock.


"You've always said we could come and talk to you about anything," Linda said. "I hope you don't mind telling about your sex experiences..."

"I've some," John said and told what used to happen in the school bus. 

"That's cute," Linda said. "Tell me more."

"But don't you sometimes get lonely?" John asked. "What do you do now, after your divorce? Don't you get horny?"

Her expression got very serious and she said in a soft, almost sad, voice, "Yes, Donny. Oh, yes, I do get lonely sometimes. Very lonely." 

Something made her not want to let the opportunity slip past her tonight. John realized that she was very pretty and that she had a voluptuous figure.

"Linda, is it possible to ever become completely sexually satisfied?" John asked.  

Linda sat there red-faced, embarrassed that the young man figured things out so easily. She looked down at the floor and just stayed quiet. 

"Life is complicated and sex life is that even more," she said.

She stood up and stretched, displaying her breasts as the thin fabric of her
summer dress pulled tightly across them.

There were a few moments of silence and John thought he had completely blown it, that he had gone too far, too fast. Then she turned toward him and their eyes met and locked. 

"I've soon to go downstairs a prepare a dinner for us. If you don't mind, we could meet downstairs in 30 minutes."

John's penis swelled to an even greater girth. In his fantasies, he saw himself getting into a sexual relationship with Linda, and getting into her  panties during this visit.

During their talk, Linda must have been really relaxed. Ones, she lifted her right leg up on the bed on and bent it at the knee. As she did that, her skirt fell away and revealed more of her shapely legs. With her in that position, John was presented with an unobstructed view of almost all her legs, including the creamy white skin of her inner thighs.  

For a few moments, John just gazed, the pouted lips of her vagina, pressing against her tight panties, were drawing his eyes with an irresistible attraction. He almost thought, he could see an engorged clitoris right at the top.

When John moved in the chair to pick up the magazine on the floor, he could see up the few remaining inches of skirt that still covered her upper thighs.

Ever since he had arrived to her house, John had watched for signs of Linda's sexuality. He thought that her body was made for loving, and he longed to be the one who provided it.

Maybe she realized that he was getting older, that he wasn't a kid any longer, that he was becoming a mature young man rather than just a boy. 

John couldn't help but notice the way she swayed her hips when she walked away from him.

When Linda left. She'd to go to the bathroom. Once there, she let her hands drop to her dripping snatch to rub her swollen clit. Her goal was to reach a more powerful orgasms than she had enjoyed for a very long time.

"I hope John doesn't think he's the only one who gets horny," she whispered and continued to masturbate her excited clit. Linda wondered if John had ever fucked a girl. She ran a finger up and down the wet furrow of her cunt. She directed two fingers to the place where her clit was and jammed it against them, turning herself on more and more. She felt very full with the three digits inside her body and wondered if she would ever be able to take John's cock - if he would offer it to her. The harder and faster she played with herself, the more excited she became.

"I wanna fuck," she moaned, jamming her fingers into her pussy in time with her words.

Her cunt was awash with the creamy fluids of her pussy. Linda used the thumb  to smear some of the cuntal juices over the top of her throbbing clit. 

Linda knew it wouldn't be long before she came. Moments before her orgasm, she wondered if John had ever finger-fucked any of his girlfriends.  As her orgasm gathered strength, so did her resolve to fuck her "sisters" big boy. John was definitely the one she wanted, and if he was desperate enough to be jacking himself off in the guest bedroom minutes after he'd entered the room, he would most likely want to use her pussy, mouth, tits and hands for future discharges. 

In the meantime, up in his room, John, now that he saw his "aunt" as a sexually attractive woman, he wanted to learn if she had anything in the house that might show she was currently sexually active. 

He imaged her sprawled in her bed, legs up in the air and wide open, thrusting a big dildo or vibrator in and out of the wetness between her thighs. 

The fantasy felt so good that he stroked up and down his rigid staff, pulling the foreskin back and forth. 

Waves of pleasure flowed over him, and he increased the tempo of the stroking.

In the solitude of his room, he speeded up the wanking motion until he was wanking the huge cock in a steady long stroking rhythm. 

John knew that, if he played his cards just right, his "aunt" would be fucking with him before the day was done. It was time for him to go downstairs. Linda worked in the kitchen. She was in a good mood.

While Linda waited John to come down the stairs she made up her mind. She would ask John to tell her all about his sexual adventures, to start with his first kiss, the feel of first bare tit, his first feel of pussy, etc. The storytelling ended up the other way around. She told about her experiences. She had much more to tell.

"I saw you being sexually excited in your room. I saw it all, when I arrived" she said. "Does it feel good to you, John, to play with yourself?" 

"I was so excited just from watching you," John said.

During the silence of their meal preparation, Linda did her own looking. John noticed that she kept her eyes mainly on his thick, throbbing, rigid cock.

"You're so polite, John," Linda said and asked. "Would you like to have a glass of wine?" 

She was working in the kitchen and John had a good view of her back while she still did some cooking.  

Linda had very round and beautiful butt. She was still wearing the same dress and she used to lean forward a look for things in the kitchen shelfs. 

"John, you've had quite a full day. It's been a bit of an unusual day for you, and I'm concerned that you may be tired. After dinner we can go my gym or to the living room and you get your muscles relaxed," Linda said.   

"I loved everything that happened to me today," John said, "but it would be a pleasure to have work-out in the gym."

"You're such a fine young man. I wonder if your mother has been overprotective of you."

"How do you mean? She wasn't worried about me coming to your place. You know, she planned a special religious meeting with a number of men and women from the congregation staying there for a week. They are practicing for a new ceremony," John said.

"How many men were there?" Linda asked.

"I guess fifteen or twenty."

"How about women?" Linda continued.

"Just a few from the village," John said. "I think there were a couple of black musicians in there already when I left."

"How about your dad? Is he around?"

John had never thought of Mom as having a sex life, of being a sexual person. She was a church-going, bible reading woman. No, that couldn't be. Linda had, however evoked a new kind of curiosity. Could it be possible? Her mom had deliberately sent him to Linda's place for two weeks. Dad would be away from home. They weren't into Bible studies. Mom and some of her female friends arranged an orgy, a fuck feast. They were enjoying music, theater and arts. 

"No, he is on a business trip in Europe and he will be away for a month - at least."

Linda knew better. Monica was not a slut but she loved cock and the taste of hot cum. She was pretty sure about what the ceremony was all about. Linda had seen her performing. She'd her legs open and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips. She then applied a special spray to intensify the feeling of her clitoris and when it hit the sensitive tip, she shuddered and shook.

John realized that Monica, his mom, was really very pretty and that as a teenager she must have been a real heart-breaker. But she was still only 37 years old. A woman in her best age. 

In the years since Linda's graduation from college, she managed to stay in touch with several of the people who were friends of her during those formative years. Usually once a year,  male colleges came to visit and spent the weekend with her. Monica happened to be with her once when a bigger group decided to participate. As the arrival of the guys grew closer, Linda could sense her excitement growing. 

The thought excited John so much that drops of pre-come oozed out of his hard cock and covered its head with a shiny liquid coating. "That woman" wasn't a stranger. Linda had been referring to Monica Armstrong!

"When did you have that meeting?" John asked. He wanted a confirmation. 

"The last one was a year ago," she said. 

"She" had been extremely hot, and had to masturbate several times each day just to keep her calm enough to function normally.

"You mustn't ever tell her I told you about the meeting," Linda said. 

Linda prepared a nice meal for John and herself. Before long, Ms Lennon announced that dinner was served, so they sat around the dining room table and enjoyed the excellent meal she had prepared.

Later, they sat in the living room and talked about what all had occurred in the years since they hadn't seen each other. She thought back to the meeting with seven men and their idea of winning Monica and herself for the evening excited all of them.  

"But you must have had lots of dates," John said. 

She didn't tell about Monica, but said, "I invited once a couple guys to play poker to my house. There was this another woman with me. We made sure our guests were free to touch both me and or the other woman whenever they pleased."

"Did you enjoy that game? John asked. "How many men did you've here?" hi now asked.

"Nine!"

His jaw fell open slightly and he put his hand over the steel-hard bulge in his shorts. Just thinking about Linda's bare pussy under the dress kept John's cock swollen to a half-hard. But the questions made him understand a connection that never occurred to him before. 

"Two women and nine men. What did they do to you?"

"We didn't participate in the play at all. Our job was to move around the table and bring the players drinks and snacks."

"It wasn't strip poker? My mother is rather conservative, as you know, and she has said that strip poker is very sinful and can lead to copulation between strangers," John said.

"She told you that?"

"I overheard a conversation once. She was talking on the phone with some of her female friends about it."

"We'd a deal with those men. They could, whenever they wished, reach out to fondle her ass and legs and tits. There was no limits," Linda said. "To stat with, one of them probed my pussy with one finger and it felt awfully good." 

"You allowed their hands to roam up under your skirts?" 

"Yes, we stood obediently still whenever being fondled and did not move away until we received a sign from the players to do so." 

"Tell me more, I enjoy that story," John said.

"As they had instructed, we did not speak unless spoken to, and although it was obvious to all of us that was extremely excited, we had to stay quietly and merely close our her eyes when being fondled."

"What did all those men do?"

"This other lady was commanded to lay on her back on the floor near the table. They requested her to spread her legs wide, and bending her knees, she was allowed to rub her clit. They watched her working her fingers in and out of her slippery pussy."

He thought about nine pairs of horny male eyes glued to her sexual center. They had been admiring the love hole of Mrs. Armstrong. John was sure about that. 

Seeing her spread-eagle like that must be stimulating for them, John thought. "What did you've to do?"

"First, I was supposed to watch. It was very erotic. This woman, her right hand flew down to her cunt. She slid her middle finger half way inside and began rubbing her exposed clit with the heal of her hand."

"All of a sudden, I felt something pushing from behind into the entrance to my cunt. There was a late arriver, he'd walked in behind me and his hand was feeling me between my legs. We'd a strict order of not wearing an underwear."

Linda told how he stared rubbing her clit up and down, and back and forth, using her copious juices as a lubricant. This really got her hips moving and
body shaking.

John didn't say a word. Ten men and two women, he thought. 

John's mother is an attractive woman. She was happy with her body, unlike most women, and this happiness gave her a very visible confidence.

"Next, they commanded me under the table and feel their excited cocks." 

 


"I took my time with each man, licking and kissing each dick as if it were a candy stick." 

"She made it very obvious to each of them that cock sucking was indeed something which she did because she liked; loved it. Just remember," Linda said with a smile, "that we'd two more days to go."  
 
"My friend had been to her gynecologist, searching ideas for having multiple orgasms. She is married and wanted to have an orgasm more than two or three times a week.
 
"I told her, she can have as many as she like when masturbating." 

"I've to keep on going, not having a better thing to do," Linda said. "That evening was a life changing event. I still can't believe how swollen and hot my entire pussy was." 

Linda moved over to an armchair. "One man, his name is Roger, came to this armchair. He fumbled at the zipper and finally drew it down. The white Jockey's underneath were strained by his excited organ."  


"I unfastened the waist-snap of his trousers and then pulled then and his briefs to his knees. His dick sprang up and throbbed right in my face." 

It was about seven or eight inches long and thoroughly average in every way.  


"Here, in front of him, I dropped to my knees and sucked the head of his hard dick into my mouth." 


Chapter 11


I think it's because often waitresses are women who really do enjoy serving men and enjoy serving them sexually, as well as in other ways.

Linda and the other woman had performed as waitresses. John closed his eyes. "Tell me more, this is incredible exciting, better than going to a porn movie," he said. 

She was filled with a sense of vibrant energy. The young man was restless, his huge cock visibly resisting confinement, awaiting for a purpose. Her face was transformed by a wide grin. 

"You enjoy listening?"

"Sure, for me the first pussy was a Playboy centerfold. Internet has brought a much larger supply," John said. "But i lack real experience. It's nice to learn these things from you, dear Linda."

Linda Lennon insisted that I call her "Linda," and not "Aunt Linda", that's a little too formal and by the way, your mother and me aren't real sisters even though we have been brought up at the same farm. 

Being horny is a steady-state condition for John and young men in his age.
 
John was very much aware that right there in front of him, in the armchair,  was a female, a sexy woman who had big breasts and a apparently well functioning pussy. A pussy in constant need for excitement, stimulation and multiple orgasms.

"Linda, I used to go to sleep almost every night with a hard-on and with erotic dreams about girls." 

Getting ready

"The high-school is dreamland for a boy, soon becoming seventeen. In this wonderland young and likewise horny girls are in plenty supply.


Linda had a super figure. She is long legged, slender waisted and big boobed. John couldn't keep his eyes off her and his cock twitched in his pants at the sight. 

John was about as horny as he had ever been in his entire life. There was no time pressure. He had the woman just for himself. 


Uncomfortable things happen to young men. John started to tell about one incident back in school.

"God, I had no shame when the teacher made me stand in front of the classroom and I'd a super-hard erection. My jeans had a big splash of cum in the front, caused by the masturbation in the bus."

John didn't need to look down at his crotch. Having had no sex for a long time really bugged John, so he started stroking his cock to relieve the sexual tension, but instead of calming down and cooling down, he got more and more turned on, with his cock now as erect as a flagpole. Holding his cock in his right hand, John continued quietly to edge.   

  

Linda felt a  little embarrassed watching him masturbating. Her pussy was getting very wet, soaking her panties. Linda's nipples were hard and her skin was tingling, but she resisted touching herself. She was dying to masturbate for John, but there was plenty of time for that.

"John, don't hurry, we have plenty of time."

Moments later, she slowly ran her hands on her inner thighs, just missing her pussy. Linda spread her legs and ran her hands on her inner thighs right next to her cunt. She looked down between her legs and thought about John's eyes looking there too.

"Great, I guess the girls had a good time."

"I heard the female teacher gasp, and another moan somewhere in the classroom."

More sounds from the girls indicated that some had been stimulated to their crisis point by the sight of John represented for them. John's cock straightened out, traveled down along his leg.  It gave a jerk. The girls could see its knob swell as John was unable to hide his feeling.   

There was this girl in the front row. She was wet, daydreaming and watching. The light nipples on her pert breasts began to harden. In the back row, a finger or two would stray and disappear for a time inside their shaved pussy 
holes and come back with sweet lubricant to lovingly caress their swollen clits.

"I wanted to rub my cock, there, in front of the classroom, as I gave in to all my fantasies. 

John was looking at Linda moving around in the armchair, with her wet swollen pussy aimed right at him. She was openly teasing herself, and was on the verge of a large orgasm.   Her hips rested at the end of the bench, and her feet rested flat on the ground.

"John, did you see the pleasure on the faces?" Linda asked.

"I know everyone was turned on.  My cock had never felt harder."

Linda slid her hands up her body and onto her breasts. This, the first time she touched her sex organ, in front of John, started an intense orgasm rolling. The walls of her pussy began to twitch. 

It was calling to my hand for some relief, but she began to push her breasts in a circular motion. 

"Look down at me and yourselves!"  came the soft command from her. 

Linda felt her swelling clit push it's way outside the folds of of skin that surrounded it. Her vaginal lips had become swollen. She used the fingertip, moved down to brush the thick, swollen mouth, made sure that John had an unobstructed view. 


Looking around, she could see that her young guest was just as vulnerable. His cock worked its way out of its tucked position and completely bulged out the left leg of  his shorts. 
 
They had a lot of time.

John thought about men touching her naked leg, big hands moving under her dress. Today, she was wearing panties, but during the poker game they had finger-fucked her several times. Her tits had to be discovered whenever they wanted.
 
They had the permission to suck her pussy. When one got a finger inside, the other one licked her clit.

Even though John tried to turn his eyes away in time, she caught them zeroing in on her crotch. Looking down at herself, she said, "Oh boy, you've seen all the way through my panties."

Linda turned just a little red, apparently not as embarrassed as John was. His glans swollen almost to golf ball size, and dripping steadily more of his sticky lubricant.


John was getting ready to see her pussy and he didn't want to wait one second longer than necessary.  What John really wanted was to watch Linda take her clothes off, to see all of her feminine secret areas exposed to his view. 


"What do you want to tell me?" Linda asked.

She spread her legs wider and put her finger all the way inside. 

"Are you serious about doing it with me?" John asked her.

"First, I want you to jack off in front of me," she said.

John grabbed his dick right at the bottom and started his long, squeezing strokes. He began masturbating, slowly at first and then getting faster and faster, breathing more and more heavily with lust for his darling daughter, his heart beating like a hammer.


After this exhausting day, they went to sleep in separate rooms. The next morning was Saturday. Right after breakfast, they started to talk again.


Chapter 12


The female teacher was flustered and a little insulted by John's appearance.  What kind of a youngster is he? The young man stood in front of the students with a horrible hardon

Such things should not happen in the classroom. Her thought was that she needs to have a talk with the "kid". She felt herself becoming wet almost immediately by the idea of asking John to visit her apartment. He would be working with a project. It was pretty obvious that she was thinking about herself in a central role. She was very horny on the way home from school that day.

Flustered and confused, she walked to the kitchen. She had to have a beer. Sofia Padlock slowly walked back to the living room. 

She found an immediate problem in her plan. It was Friday. She would get the opportunity to talk with John after the weekend. The weekend went by at a snails pace. 

Until that wetness reminded her of the situation she was having. For most of the time that she had been living alone in her apartment, she had been free to seek out sex, but she'd been too busy with her new work. She didn't go out. Self-help was the only route to sexual relaxation.

Being reminded by the fact that John was a student, not yet 18 years old, made her realize, she couldn't have sex with him, made her want sex even more. Her thoughts returned to the obscenely hard cock beneath his trousers. How she'd seen it travel down his left leg. 

Saturday and Sunday was an agony of pleasure, if such a contradiction could
exist.

Sonja viewed herself in a full-size mirror, with a wild, frustrated look. She put her hands down at her crotch to reach her clitoris.  The genital teasing was getting to be too the only way of having sex.

"Dammit!" she said aloud.  "I'm gonna go crazy!"

She was now definitely turned on.  She felt something all funny and tingly in her crotch, and wiping her inner pussy lips after she had finished an unconscious play with her aching pussy.

Moments later, Sofia was so lost in her masturbation. Never realizing that her clitoris was so sensitive, she pressed hard, her clit responded, and she got that tingly feeling developing all over her body. 

During the weekend, her hands frequently drifted to her crotch area and started fingering her clitoris. She was always getting more and more turned on at the thought  of John's superb cock. Sofia wondered if all cocks were like her students.

Closing her eyes to focus on classroom scene, Sofia's thoughts started wandering.  She hadn't seen John in the nude.  She recalled the recent
image of some other cocks. One of her fellow teachers sure had a pretty impressive cock, and her ex-boyfriend wasn't too bad either.  Recalling their cocks made Sofia turned on, sensing the familiar tingly feeling in her crotch. John, however, possessed the biggest cock she'd ever seen!

Getting turned on by the image of John standing there in front of the class, Sofia took her nightgown off, exposing her naked body to a big mirror. She placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her breasts, looking at herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought.

Sometimes it became most embarrassing when men stared at her tits, even though it did turn her on and make her feel especially sexy. Thinking about it made heated moisture gather in the folds of her soft pussy. Her tits
never stopped growing until she was over eighteen. When men looked at her, she fantasized about having the person staring, also sucking and making love to her tits.


She put her right hand on her clitoris again to relieve that sensation, with her other hand fondling her right tit.  A smile developed on her face as she slowly masturbated herself. Stroking her clitoris harder and faster as she got more and more turned on, she suddenly orgasmed, with her pussy juices leaking out. 

On Monday, Sofia asked John to come to her office after the French class. 

"I want to speak with you about what happened in the class last Friday," she said. "That event has caused me a lot of trouble during the weekend. I'd like to know if you've been playing with yourself in class this morning?"

John flushed with embarrassment. "I'm having these sensations," he said. "Well, I did play with myself this morning, but in the toilet at home and on the school bus but I didn't make myself to cum."

The French language teacher held her breath in excitement, "I think it's a good idea to learn how to hold back."

"It isn't easy," John said quietly. "I've all funny images and thoughts on my mind and then I get lost in my sensations."

"Are you watching porn on the Internet or reading dirty magazines?"

"Yes' I do."

Sofia stared to explain the dark side of Internet. Ten years ago people had to go to adult movies to see porn. Now people of all ages have access to hard-core porn.

"I've seen men actually masturbate right there in the theater, with their pricks out, with everything showing," she said. "Some of them may get off on having somebody watch them jack off, while others probably get off, on watching." 

"I wonder how a woman like you would take it, seeing some guy take his cock out and jack it off in a movie theater?" John asked.

Sonya said, "When I studied French at the University, we used to go to adult movies with a couple of girls."

"Do you still want to go watching porn movies and a couple of guys jack off," John asked.

"John," Sofia groaned, "that turns me on, thinking about seeing some guys jacking off, so much so that I'd like to make get into it here and now."

"Do you really think that some man would jack off with you watching?"  

Sofia squirmed in her chair, slightly spreading her thighs so John's eyes could have visual access to the delights between her leg. She felt an intense tingling in her cunt.

First,  she felt uncomfortable with John sitting so close to her, moments later, she felt the sexual thrill of his voyeurism. She squirmed, sliding down in her seat, moving her skirt higher and very slowly exposing her stocking clad thighs up to her new panties. 

Sofia was looking directly at the John's face, raising the hem of her dress higher, opening her legs to give him a better view.

John had both hands in his lap, covering his groin. 

She watched, holding her breath, as his zipper drew slowly and quietly down. His hand slithering into the opening as he opened his fly. 

"I hope you don't get mad."

"What do you've in your mind?" Sofia asked.

Sofia watched as John felt down inside, fishing for his cock, then slowly, slowly easing it out of the opening of his pants and jeans. His hand uncovered his cock, exposing his organ to the teacher's lusting eyes. The erect penis was standing from his lap like a spear.


Then, his big organ filled his stroking hand, the upper length wobbling over his moving fist as he stroked. She was amazed at the size of him. The head of his cock was like a read cheeked apple.

The thickness was most impressive. John continued to stroke his huge meaty prick slowly, while he stared at the wet junction between Sofia's open legs.

When John's hand continued stroking, he became aware of the pleasure of masturbating in front of the teacher's eyes. John could feel his prick emitting moisture from the tiny hole as he smeared his thumb over his slippery
juice.


She pulled her skirt up higher so John could see her panty clad pussy. His gaze was centered on the soft junction between her long slim legs.

John tightened his grip, feeling the round heavy roll of his foreskin slide down his cock, then rolled it back up over his knob. She silently watched his huge hard leaking male organ, then she began to caress her hairy wet cunt.

"Stroke your tits while you feel you pussy," the aroused John said. "I love to watch you doing yourself while I play with my cock."

Her instinctive female reaction took over. She could see how deeply his eyes were boring into her wet cunt as she slowly raised her ass to give him an open
visual channel to her pulsating cunt.


His movement gathered the skin in heavy folds, completely covering the glans, also milking drops of juice which ran down over his fingers.

John was staring into her pussy and jacking off.





















Thanks for reading!

I'm still editing this story.



