by Carl East
She would become his friend, in the hopes that he would feel a little more comfortable around girls, but especially with her. Over the coming weeks, whenever she bumped into him by accident or design, she would talk to him as a friend. This seemed to work, for the more they met and chatted the more he felt comfortable, but he still wasn’t showing much interest in her feminine side.
Then one day they were together at one of the many parties that were held on campus, this was the perfect opportunity for Anna to dress up a little, just to show him what he was missing. She wore a low cut tight fitting dress, that showed her curves in all the right places, wore a perfume that always turned heads and ruby red lipstick just for the finishing touch.
She felt dressed and ready to kill, as the saying goes. She knew she’d got it right when she entered the room, for suddenly all heads were turned towards her. She made a beeline for Norman, who at this moment had his back to her. Reaching up and tapping him on the shoulder, then asking if he was going to get her a drink, she waited for him to notice her.
When he did his mouth stayed slightly open, looking her up and down then blushing out the words, what would you like? She told him she’d have whatever brews that were floating around, knowing that someone would have several cases stashed somewhere in the house. They chatted for quite sometime that night, with Anna making sure she didn’t have too much drink, and then when others seemed to be pairing up and going off to do their thing, she asked him a question.
“Norman, why have you never hit on me?”
“I would never hit a lady,” he replied, in all innocence.
“No silly, I mean why have you never come on to me, you know, try to kiss me?”
Whether it was the drink he’d consumed, or the closeness he now felt for Anna he uncharacteristically opened up.
“I have wanted to for a long time, but as you know I’m not that good around women, I’ve tried to work on my communication skills or lack there of, but it has been my hardest lesson.”
“Kiss me Norman,” she suddenly said, taking him by surprise.
He leaned forward and down being a good two-foot above her, then touched her lips with his own. She flung her hands around his neck, giving him a good hard kiss that seemed to make him melt, for suddenly his hands were around her waist and squeezing in an affectionate way. Their kiss became softer, with their lips barely touching, and time seemed to freeze for those few seconds.
She pulled her head away, looking up into his eyes she then whispered something, to which he just nodded. Anna took his hand leading him up the stairs, then looked for an empty room. Once they’d found one she locked the door, and turned to her captive audience.
“I’m feeling very nervous at this moment Anna, I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.
“I know, just relax Norman, I promise you won’t regret it,” she replied, starting to undress in front of him.
He watched as she expertly slipped out of her dress, stepping out of it and leaving it on the floor, her body a beautiful tanned and voluptuous sculpture that even God would be proud to see. The bulge appearing in Norman’s pants was becoming more than evident, as she removed her bra, allowing her ample breasts to bob up and down slightly as they were freed.
Stepping up closer to him, she reached for his pants, first unbuckling them, then unzipping his fly, and pulling them down. His cock craved attention as she stood back up; Anna ran her hand over the bulge.
“Ah…that feels good,” he said, looking down.
“You are a big boy aren’t you,” she replied, slipping her hand down into his underwear.
His cock pulsed, as he felt her hand surround it, then jerked once again as she suddenly pulled his briefs down.
“Oh my god,” she said, as she straightened up again.
His cock was in proportion to the rest of him, she estimated at least eleven inches long, as she slowly rubbed her hands over the full length. Licking her lips she looked down to view what she now held, and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It wasn’t just big in length; it was also fairly thick in circumference.
She got to her knees, taking Norman by surprise; she ran her tongue around the ridge of his cock. He was watching every move, his face a picture of sheer bliss as she attempted to take it into her mouth. Her hot breath surrounded his tool, as she managed at least six inches into the back of her throat.
“Oh god, oh my god, that feels so good,” he said, closing his eyes.
Anna brought her hands up, holding onto his cock, while she began to give him the best blowjob he would ever know. Her tongue seemed to be all over it, as she thrust her head back and forth. Then taking one hand away she played with his ball sack, turning him on even more.
Something happened to Anna at this point, which had never happened before; she started to cum, just from the anticipation of feeling this man’s cock inside her pussy. Her orgasm was an indication of what was to come, as she continued to concentrate on what she was doing, however difficult.
He may have been a virgin in technical terms, but he had masturbated before, so he recognized the fact that he was about to ejaculate. He warned her by shouting he was going to cum, but this didn’t stop Anna, in fact it made her even more animated. Holding his cock with both hands again, she moved them in time with her mouth, and then felt the sudden surge.
He came with such a force that she choked as it hit the back of her throat, but she rallied valiantly to take the second load without a murmur. His knees wobbled as he came. His cock kept spurting a third and then a forth time; he looked down, not believing that she was taking it all. Then she stood up, keeping hold of his semi-hard cock and working her brand of magic on it.
Stepping back one pace she pulled her panties down, revealing a cleanly shaved pussy that glistened with moisture. His cock began to move again, standing to attention as she unbuttoned his shirt, then pushed him back on the bed. Climbing on top of him, she gripped his cock as she reached behind and guided it to her love nest.
She knew she was wet enough to take it, for she had already climaxed, and wondered how much better it would be once he was inside. His thick mushroom slid into her wet pussy lips with ease, and then she pushed down, gently at first, but harder when she felt it going in.
“Oh…Norman you gorgeous man you, that feels so good.”
She dropped until she thought she couldn’t go any further, then using her knees she came back up just as slowly. This continued for a while, until she felt comfortable with his size. Then of course the speed changed, and she was suddenly a woman possessed. Bobbing up and down and feeling every last inch of his cock entering her womanhood.
Norman had stayed quiet, for he was now experiencing the joys of sex for the very first time, but watched as she bounded up and down, her breasts moving in a delightful manner. Reaching up he cupped them both, his shovel like hands easily covering them. He could feel her erect nipples on the palms of his hands, and moaned out loud how much he loved this.
Anna looked down, as she dropped once more onto his cock, her face pink in color, and her eyes sparkling in the throes of passion.
“I’m going to cum,” she screamed, working her hips faster.
This had the effect of exciting Norman into action, for as he felt her tense up he too exploded deep inside her. Anna’s orgasm seemed to last for ever, in those few minutes of carnal lust, but it all too soon came to an end as she sat forward, his cock still buried inside her pussy, and her hands resting on his chest.
“Anna, can I ask you something, without you laughing?” said Norman, while parting her hair to see her face.
Anna looked into his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him, her lips gently brushing his own, before straightening up again.
“Of course you can, what is it?”
“A friend of mine told me, that when I eventually managed to have a girl that it was imperative that I perform something he called cunnilingus on her. What is that?” he asked.
Anna smiled at him; n
ot quite believing how innocent he was but explained nevertheless.
“You remember what I did to you earlier.”
“Oral sex you mean,” he replied.
“Yes, well cunnilingus is another way of saying oral sex, only it’s for a woman, in other words you do it to me, as opposed to the other way round.”
“Can I try it,” he said, looking very unsure.
“Of course you can,” she replied, finally sitting up and letting his now limp cock free.
Anna rolled off him, then lay on her back; her legs slightly open, knowing that she was losing his cum down the cheeks of her butt.
“Right, get between my legs Norman, then lick this area,” she said, parting the lips of her pussy with one hand, while pointing to her clit with the other.
He got into position, then started to lick the indicated spot, noticing an erect almost nipple like protrusion coming from her pussy. Flicking it around and rubbing thoroughly with the tip of his tongue, he noticed the response he was getting with each pass. Then he started to experiment, darting into her opening and tasting the salty substance that was coming from her hole.
She squirmed around on the bed, enjoying the touch of his large tongue and the feel of his fingers as he began to get more serious. He wanted her to open up to him, knowing that he was responsible for her every feeling. Then he felt her start to shudder; knowing that he was doing everything right, which only made him try even harder.
“I’m going to cum Norman, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she urged.
Norman had no intention of stopping, his friend had been right; it was such a pleasure to see your partner screaming out in ecstasy, knowing that you are the cause. Her bucking on the bed might have pushed a lesser man off, but Norman was no ordinary man, his size made her efforts at getting free from this orgasm impossible.
Arching her back and reaching that ultimate orgasm, was the highlight of the night for Anna, for she had never felt an orgasm with such intensity. By the time she came to her senses, she had cum no less than five times that night, and looked forward to the coming nights with her new lover.
The End
Double Trouble
As I write this I’m feeling ashamed of myself, but at the same time I feel liberated. I’ve always been close to my son, some would say too close. I know I’ve spoilt him ever since his father left me, and I know he never wants to leave home, although I think in time that will change.
This story really started though with my identical twin sister, because she was the one who bought my son that expensive camera and the source of all this upheaval. He’s always liked to keep a scrap book with photos and other memorabilia, and now he takes pictures just to experiment with what can and can’t be done.
I suppose I’d better tell you a little bit about my sister, as she’s one of the main characters in this story. To say we are similar would be an understatement; we like the same colors, foods, movies, music and have the same taste in men. Her name is Janet mine is Jane. At thirty-six years of age we still live together, mainly because her husband died of leukemia three years ago and mine left me around the same time.
Some times we play around with Paul, my son, and find it very easy to fool him into thinking my sister’s his mother. When we wear the same clothes he finds it very hard to tell us apart and both of us like long hair so he’s always making a mistake by talking to my sister like she’s his mother. It can be quite funny at times, but then this story came about because of it and now it’s not as funny.
As I said earlier, it started with the camera. Paul wanted to take shots of us in various poses, and Janet kept teasing him with little flashes of her underwear, usually when he wasn’t ready for the shot. Like I said, at first it was funny, but then after he’d let on that he wanted to take some real photos of us both because he thought we were hot I began to wonder what thoughts were going through his head.
It was while Janet and I were alone one day that I asked her a question, and her answer shocked me.
“What do you think I should do about Paul noticing us in that way?” I said.
“If you’re referring to the time he thought we were hot…nothing, he’s a growing lad with raging hormones just like every other guy. He’s bound to notice things, besides we are hot,” replied Janet, with a wink.
“He’s not a lad anymore Janet, he’s a young man and at eighteen he’s never had a girlfriend, at least none that I know of.”
“Well…he knows about sex because I’ve seen the magazines in his bedroom, and I’m sure he’s doing with them what every male does at his age,” said Janet, knowingly.
“Oh I know about that, but I also know it’s a natural thing for a young man of his age to do so that doesn’t bother me. What does concern me is that he’s noticing us in a sexual way, and that’s not healthy.” I replied, thinking I had a good point.
“Ok…well why don’t you let me test him out and see how far he’s prepared to go, and then we’ll know if he’s getting the sort of ideas that you’re so worried about?” said Janet.
I wasn’t sure about this particular development, but I was interested in what would happen so I agreed. It was the overheard conversation the next day between Paul and Janet that had me worried, because he’d asked her again about posing for him and she said alright, but that he should wait until his mother has to go to the store or something.
Now I knew my sister, she was a schemer and could be quite devious at times, but it was the way she didn’t tell me her plans later on that day that I found suspicious. The next day I told them both I was going into town for a new pair of jeans, and that I wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours. In reality I’d made sure the backdoor was unlocked before I left, and sneaked around five minutes after leaving to see what she was up to.
After opening the backdoor as quietly as I could I heard voices coming from the sitting room, so I crept into the hallway and listened just behind the door.
“Ok Paul, first of all what would you like me to wear?” said Janet.
“Something sexy Aunty,” replied Paul.
I knew that that would mean she was going up stairs to change so I quickly hid back in the kitchen and sure enough she went to her bedroom. About five minutes later I heard her coming back down and got into position once more.
“Wow, that’s what I mean. You look absolutely stunning Aunt Janet,” I could hear Paul saying.
I couldn’t help wondering at that point just what she was wearing, and I had to know, so I crept to the edge of the door frame and took a peek. Fortunately for me they were standing at the far end of the room and were standing sideways to me. Then I spotted what Janet was wearing, she had on the smallest skirt she possessed and a tight fitting blouse that made her breasts look huge. Her cleavage was well defined, and she’d even put makeup on.
It reminded me of how we used to dress when going out on the town hunting for Mister Right; we must have looked like a couple of hookers back then.
Anyway, Paul was asking her to do some sexy poses and I watched her sit in the chair and open her legs. Paul could see her panties, and was clicking away as Janet moved around in an attempt to pose more seductively. At one point she unfastened a couple more buttons on her blouse and was showing him parts of the areoles that surround a woman’s nipples.
Needless to say you could hear his camera as he clicked away, and I knew he was getting excited over what he was seeing.
“Ok Paul, I think we’d better stop now, you’re getting too excited. I mean look at that,” said Janet.