by D STEP
"Where are going to put that?” He looked at me face twisted with confusion, “That can’t hold inside me. Can it?"
My eyes balled out wide. I knew it would cause me some pain. I wasn’t prepared for all of that. Plus my boyfriend’s dad was the rough type. A cock that big fucking me rough and hard. I wasn’t ready. God I wasn’t ready. Of all my twenty one years on the earth I’ve never been really fucked hard. But I’ve watched videos of it and imagined myself being fucked hard. I remembered the pleasure I had imagined. I only started having sex at nineteen, my pussy was fairly young and un-stretched.
I’ve only had sex with one guy, Michayle. He was a romantic lover, it was great at the beginning but then I grew to want him to fuck me hard like I was his slut. But he kept fucking me like a princess that would break if he didn’t take care. Though I’ve never told him before that I really wanted it rough, I did moan for him to fuck me harder and harder before but he almost never obeyed, never destroyed my pussy like I so deeply desired. He didn’t want to hurt me. But God I wanted to be hurt, fucked hard. I just wanted to really experience my hole being crammed and stretched real good and hard. Maybe I would like it. Getting my pussy pounded and pounded and pounded, till my pussy sweat, till it creamed, pounded in and out, deep inside me, in and out, hip slapping into me as he rams in and out of my hole with a big fat monster cock. Buried and ramming deep down into my soft pink hole. But his dad’s cock was way too large to start off with. I shook my head right and left, right and left as I said,
“I swear I’m not having sex with that thing. It’s too big to fit.”
I lifted my long skirt and showed him my pussy through the thin semi-transparent material of my soft white panties. I had creamed through my panties and it was obvious. He could see the sizeable damp spot on the front of my panties. My juices had made the front of so sappy that the material was soft and pliable and slightly bent inward between my folds. He could see the slight vertical line that formed and subtly sank inward between my pussy lips as if at the epicentre of entrance, where my juice was running from and the wettest, was lightly suctioning at my panties. It was only now that I was feeling the wet cottony friction from the slight dip into my slit that my moistened panty made. I hadn’t realised I was so wet from just touching on his cock and fantasizing about the feeling of it working inside me.
Now I couldn’t deny that I wanted it so bad, my pussy was too wet. Panties too moist.
He smiled at me and dropped his pants to the tile. His metal belt buckle jangled against the tile and the echoing sound of the buckle hitting the tile sent a thrill through me, this was it. I was about to be pierced deep by a monster cock. I took a deep breath and started rolling down my panties between my legs for the penetration. I hoped my pussy wouldn’t stay loosened for long so Michayle would find out.
HIS STEP MOM
“I’ve never tried the jumbo sausage with the cheese in the middle before.” Mom innocently said to me.
Well, she wasn’t my actual mom-mom, as in mom, because she wasn’t actually blood, but I called her that since my boyfriend, Michayle, introduced his step-mother to me as his mom, and no other name, just mom. So I just went along with the flow and called her Mom too. It was not until a few days after I discovered her real name was Stephany. And it wasn’t Michayle who had actually introduced me to her name either. I actually caught a hold of it when her husband, Keith, had spanked her on her tight firm pouting little ass with his big burly hands and said,
“Hun, your amazing in the kitchen. I like to eat whatever you prepare.”
Then he lifted the white empty plate to his face, rolled his lengthy tongue out and licked a clean slow track through the middle of the brown gravy from the plate, leaving a perfectly white track through.
I didn’t think he was pretending to be greedy by licking the gravy off the plate clean. He licked another clean slow broad line with a flattened tongue pressing hard against the plate through the gravy. He always made filthy gestures like this at his woman. Maybe because she was always dressed so sexy. I knew he had some sexual undertone from the seductive grin in his eyes when he looked at her. Well not at her really. But at her teenage perky breasts. She wasn’t a teen though her plumy breasts stood on her bosom like teenagers’ boobs. She had wide spaced full breasts that were amazingly stiff to be without silicon.
I wished I had gorgeous tits like hers but mine were small. Not tiny but small, a mouthful I would always say. I told friends that I loved my breasts and that I was totally satisfied with them but honestly, whenever I see how much sexier breasts two sizes up from mine like hers looked in blouses compared to my flats I always secretly wished mine were bigger. I would wear low cut blouses more often and deep v-necks instead of always hiding my bosom. Or maybe not, I have pretty nice legs too and I always covered them up. But I still wanted to have at least one size up so that when I wear low necks and spaghetti straps my breast would have more fluff than flat, fleshy plump fluff like she’s flaunting now in her spaghetti strap blouse. You could tell she had large nipples because they always made an imprint through her bra and blouse or at the bosom of her dresses. That was when she was wearing a bra, she hardly did, and hardly needed the support of one. Her nipple prints always turned me on. Right now they were two obvious raised circles protruding against her tight fitting white blouse. Her skin smooth and tight and it glowed.
Naah, she wasn’t even close to being a teen. Stephany was actually in her mid age with her body still this amazing. I knew her age because I thought she was maybe younger than me when I first met her. So I had said to Michayle,
“Damn your mom looks hot. She can’t be any older than twenty-three.”
His curvy lips smiled softly. He didn’t have a surprise face as he nodded. He made a soft grunt then said,
“I hear that all the time. It’s kinda embarrassing when we’re walking together and people think I’m her . . . her . . . well,” he swung his eyes awkwardly up at me with his head still down, as soon as his eyes meet mine he looked back down to the floor as he fumbled to admit, “well, her Dad.”
I didn’t want to agree because Michayle seemed a bit embarrassed and offended by people thinking he was that old, maybe it was because he was bearded. Somehow it just jumped out my mouth and I said,
“Yeah.” Agreeing with people that he looked like her Dad. The little brightness that had remained in his face faded to a gray nothing.
“Then like, how old is she?” I asked.
“Guess.” He said.
“Twenty-four?”
“No,” he was quite unexcited about talking about Stephany’s age. “She’s forty-one.” He sounded pretty matter-of-factly.
“Forty-one!” I was over the top excited and surprised and turned on. Not necessarily by her age, but by our age difference. Twenty years my senior. Damn, imagine me fucking a woman twenty years older than me with a body that fine. Something tugged at my navel, tightened in my pussy. I smiled as he answered.
“Yeah.”
“Damn with a bod like hers at forty-one, bet she gets a whole lot of pick-up lines from these college dudes huh?”
“I wouldn’t know that now, would I?” He said as if I was beginning to annoy him. But to be honest her body was a turn on. I was still comparing her pair of breasts to mine. God I would so suck on her large nipples. Her ass. Damn her ass is fine. Round and pout. And she dresses like an expensive slut. Simplistic Cartier watches, rings and earrings. Her clothes were simplistic and just as minimal as they legally needed to be. Skirts too short, shorts too tight, dresses too see-through. She always made sure to show some of what she’s got. And it was a lot. I think Keith really loved that about her. I did too, I think I enjoyed looking at her as much as Keith did.
“Sooo, she’s not really your mom-mom, right?”
He cocked his eye up and looked up at me weird as if he sensed my next upcoming question.
“She’s not my blood Mom obviously and . . . NOOO.”
“And no what?�
�� I asked.
“No to whatever else you were going to ask.”
“But you must have even thought about it. Haven’t you?”
“No, never. She’s my father’s girl.”
“Girl?”
I don’t know if I would call a forty-one year old woman a girl, I thought.
“Yeah girl. . . Well his girlfriend.”
He still called her a girl. He hadn’t realised I was referring to him calling her a girl at her age, despite her perfect body. I think her body was confusing his age classification of her.
“So, you call your Dad’s girlfriend Mom?”
He hesitated before he answered. He looked at me, knitted his eyebrow then said,
“Well I call her that because she’s,” He shrugged his shoulders, “she’s, you know. Kinda hot. If I call her Mom then maybe I won’t think of her like ...”
“Damn she’s hot alright. Wait . . . wait. So you do want to fuck her? I thought you said that—”
“Hey listen, she’s my Dad’s girlfriend, she never would, you know . . . and I would never, you know—”
“Well good for you Mic, but I’m not related to her and technically, you ain’t either.”
I slowed down my voice as I carefully queried,
“You think she would like a body like mine? Like I mean, with hers being so perfect and all.”
And from the way Michayle searched into my eyes when I said that I could tell he was surprised to find out that I was bi-curious.
I’ve always held it within me that I would fuck a girl. Not just eat out her pussy but fuck her with a strapon dildo. A big strapon dildo and dominate her like I wish Michayle would dominate my pussy. Maybe even fuck her in her ass. Suck on her breast, yank on her hair, feed my pussy into her mouth, drip my pussy juices unto her tongue, sit on her face and smother her mouth and chin with my drenching milky crotch.
Somehow I really liked breasts. I loved them. I always lust of having stiff erected nipples in my mouth. Stuffed down in my throat. That’s hot. I lusted at the girls in magazines, models on T.V., some of the cheerleaders when I was at college but this was the first time I’ve actually touched hands with someone I would love to throat fuck down into my mouth with her tits. And to think, all through my college life where I was amongst so many young hotties, it wounded up being a Milf. I had to fuck Michayle’s mom.
“So you like big sausages?” I asked staring at her with my smutty intentions unhidden.
BIG SAUSAGES AND BIG TOYS
Stephany’s angelically soft face was staring at the jumbo sausages and replied.
“Yeah, I think I would like them big, but I’ve never tried it before.” Her voice was soft but still had that natural sexy rasp to it.
If I ever was to fuck Michayle’s mom now was a good opportunity for me to slip in some naughty at her. I’ve never been naughty with her before nor have she ever talked sexual around me. I guess with the age difference she didn’t found it comfortable to even use the word cock or fuck around me.
Maybe she still viewed me as a teenager, or as her daughter, or too young, or maybe because I dressed too conservative and my actions were always so reserved and quiet, maybe it was my nerdy glasses, unfashionable taste. I don’t know where her mind was on all this. But in any case, I doubted she was into women though, or even kinky any at all. She was always prim and proper and not naughty, the totally opposite of Keith who was rugged, rough, manly and kinky. I think the sexy skimpily way in which she always dressed was about her being proud of her body not really sexual or naughty. Was it? Was she a naughty filthy thinking bitch under the quiet being misjudged by her prim appearance? I bet she was quietly a freak. No she couldn’t be.
What I do know for sure was that it was very daunting of a task to approach a grown woman sexually. This would be my first time approaching a girl moreover a woman twenty years older than me and so damn sexy. Maybe she was way out of my league. My heart quickened as I thought about what to say.
As I test ran some lines in my head and my heart raced. It was scary to repeat them in my head but somehow it turned me on even more the more I thought about it. I was growing obsessed with the thought of fucking Michayle’s mom. And I thought about some obscene lines I wanted to say, like,
‘Can I finger fuck you up your tight short skirt while you lean against the cool refrigerator in front everyone here in the supermarket? That jumbo sausage stuffed in your mouth after I stuffed it in my pussy.’
God I was getting so heated thinking about lines I could say that I wanted to rub on my pussy a bit. I leaned against the refrigerator to get my clit resting along the cool hard metal edge of it but it was too short it rested across my inner thighs the cool condensation on the refrigerator permeated though my long skirt and cooled my thighs. A soft tingly chill skated up my thighs, my inside flinched and my breath hitched. I made a soft gasp. She heard me gasp. She looked at me and asked,
“Hey, you’re Ok?” I nodded my head,
“Yes, yes. I’m ok, I’m okay.” I tried to catch back my breath and slowly eased off the refrigerator, separating the coolness from in between my thighs.
Maybe I should have said no and told her she was hardening my nipples and I wanted her to show me hers, but I wussed out. I didn’t know what to expect if I actually said something like that to her. But I think we were close enough now for me to lightly make sexual suggestions at her.
Well I mean, how offended would she be by a sexual joke or pass. She did dress pretty sexual. But then, she never seemed interested in sexual passes or even fazed when guys complimented her on the mall. I guess coming from me, who though was a freak inside, I dressed so conservative and covered, not as sexy as her. I don’t think she would even like me. I’m not even that fashionable. Well I’m actually not into fashion at all. I have no brand name stuff and my brunette hair is always pulled back in this same ponytail like I’m wearing now. My glasses were fairly thick and from some side angles it had the visual effect as if looking at my eyes though a magnifying glass.
People would mistake me for a nerd, but I wasn’t. My grades were average at school and I was quite cool to hang around if you’d look pass my clothes and get to know me. Would Stephany be willing to know me? I looked down at her short skirt. It was thin and you could see the gap between her legs. The firmness of her thigh. My nipples peaked with hardness. I replied,
“Me either. I’ve never had sausages that big before. Michayle’s not that big.”
Her face gasped but no smile was on her face. I searched her expression to see if she was offended. I couldn’t tell if she was or not. There was a small element of surprise when she looked around at me. My heart thudded. Raced. I didn’t know what her open blank expression meant. Was she disgusted? Thought I was a perv? Thought I was corny? Thought I’m just a kid?
She looked straight into my eyes, reading them and replied,
“Excuse me, what’s that?”
“Nothing. I was . . . I was just joking around.” I forced a smile. It was obvious I felt awkward.
She looked back in the supermarket’s refrigerator and took up a pack of the large sausages and asked,
“So you’ve never tried this size before, right?”
“I was thinking of getting a toy that big but no, I’ve nev—”
She flashed her head around, “Would you really try a toy this big?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged my shoulders matter-of-factly, “Why not? I think I would like it.”
I was lying, I knew I could not handle that size but good, I thought, at least I got her to open up. Sex talk. We were going down the valley of naughty and I was making sure I lead her to the very end. It kind of felt exhilarating, thrilling. My heart kicked hard and my mind raced. Then a bomber happened. Michayle’s dad came around the corner smiling, breaking my first intimate connection with Steph. He had a vegetable in his hand. A long large cucumber. He tossed it up in the air and grabbed it out the air with the other hand.
With the same g
rin in his eyes that he had naughtily given her in the kitchen he asked her quietly ignoring that I was even there,
“Hun do you like this? Think you can handle?”
Before Stephany answered she looked over at me uncomfortably.
THE DOCTOR'S VISIT
Lesbian Ménage Erotic Medical Romance Story
FFF: First Time Lusty Experience - Age of Seduction
Younger Girl Older Woman 2 3 Series
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EXCERPT from - THE DOCTOR'S VISIT
“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice caught in my throat.
“You are very tense,” she whispered. She stood up from the stool and walked around to my backside, where she sat down on the bed and placed her hands on my shoulders. Gently her hands rocked back and forth. I looked up and stared at Jill. She was watching with an intensity in her eyes. “Just relax!” Dr. Bailey said, leaning into my neck and whispering softly against my skin.
Oh God…is this happening? I closed my eyes and took in the way her hands felt on my shoulders. All doubts left my body. I didn’t open my eyes, until I heard the slamming of the door. My eyes flung open and Jill stood next to the door. “I’ve done a lot of thinking, Marisa,” she started, moving closer to where the doctor was massaging my shoulders. She removed her top over her head and I sat there in shock. I’d never seen her so forward and as she stood in front of me wearing just her bra on her upper body, I could see I wasn’t just getting the procedure done. I was getting more than I had bargained for.
