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John reached over to the night table for his watch, feeling slightly queasy as the waterbed rocked beneath him. Seeing it was nearly seven o'clock, he sighed, and glanced about the room. Susan, sitting at the end of the bed, had her naked back towards him. Hearing him move, she turned, covered the mouth piece of the phone, blew him a kiss, and then resumed her conversation, which seem to consist entirely of "Uh huh", "I see" and indecipherable grunts that could have been agreement, disagreement or apathy. John sat up in the bed, reached out and traced a long index finger down Susan's smooth back. She shivered, and turned towards him again, holding that position while she continued on the phone. John looked down at the small breasts, capped by the thick nipples that had excited him so much the previous night. He reached out his hand and lightly brushed the tip of her left breast, and was astounded again by the rapidity with which the dark nipple erected. The slightest touch was enough to cause the entire aureole to pucker into an engorged column at least an inch long, almost as thick as his thumb, with which he continued to rub the hard distended teat. The nipple on her right breast, as if in sympathy with the left, was beginning to rise, expanding quickly outwards until it too stood raised and swollen. John, feeling himself begin to harden, moved his free hand to his groin, and lifted the heavy hose of his cock, pulling back the foreskin, lightly touching his glans, then cupping the scrotum, as if testing the weight of his balls, lifting the sac against the base of the cock, then letting the balls relax a little, then doing it again. Susan, watching his rising manhood, squirmed a little, and shifted the phone to the other ear. John leaned forward and whispered through the black hair lying softly across her ear. "You have beautiful breasts" he said, openly rubbing both her left nipple and his cock. "Your nipples excite me," he continued "I want to suck them, I want to feel their length inside my mouth, I want to pull on them until they are longer than they already are." Susan made a half-hearted attempt to stop his suggestions, pointing to the phone, but John continued with the actions of both his hands, and continued to whisper. "I want to see you play with your nipples. I want so see how you pull on them." John, who had excited himself as well as her, was now in possession of 7 inches of thickly erect cock, jutting primitively towards Susan, coaxed by the actions of his own hand and the thought of her caressing her own breasts. He leaned forward again. "I want to jerk off while you do it, while you pull and rub your nipples." The previous night she had shown him that she was capable of orgasm when only her nipples were involved in sex-play. He had heard that this was possible, but Susan was the first woman who had demonstrated the talent. She had let him suck and suck and suck at her incredible teats until her hips were grinding this way and that, and then she had come explosively. Now he wanted to see if she was capable of bringing herself off with only the actions of her own hands on those long tipped tits. John was now openly masturbating, his hand fisted around his cock, pumping slowly along its solid length. He leaned forward again, and said softly "I am going to come on your breasts. I am going to spray gallons over those huge nipples." Susan turned fully toward him, still holding the phone with one hand, but now tentatively beginning to touch her left breast, watching the action of his pumping hand. She plucked and pulled at her nipple, pushing it over to one side, forcing it against the flesh of the breast, then pulling it away from the center, straining the surrounding skin upwards and outwards, then using her palm in circular motions, flattening the tumid peak, then letting it pop outwards again. She continued her noncommittal phone conversation, but now her "Uh huh" and "Umm" and "I see" were a little more drawn out, a little less clipped, her hold on the phone a little shaky. A visible flush had appeared on her chest, and she began to move her hips a back a forth, slowly rubbing her sex on the edge of the bed. Her mouth opened, and her tongue licked at her lips, and began to breathe in rhythm with John's pumping hand. She tried to move her hand from her breast down to her dark pubic bush, but John merely said "No no," and got up on his knees before her, so that the tip of his penis was inches from her face. He was pumping a little more steadily now, and Susan watched intently as the uncircumcised head was first covered and revealed as the foreskin was pushed forward and then stretched back. Susan became rougher with her nipple, pulling and pushing and rubbing it quite roughly. Her breathing became harsher, and her phone manner intense: "Yes ... ohhhh yes", "Ummmmm", "Uhhhhh". Susan was almost panting, and John, seeing her excitement, was goaded into the final short strokes. His scrotum tightened, pulling his big balls close in against his body, and he increased the pressure of his hand. He sank back onto his calves in front of Susan, intent on aiming at the center of her breast. John groaned once: "Here it comes, here it comes", and then let go. A single long arc of semen erupted from the tip of his penis, and landed slightly off target, just above Susan's nipple. The second spurt covered the distance, and this time was spot on, soaking the center of the nipple. The third and final spurt was way off, coating Susan's neck. The semen began its slow course down Susan's neck and breasts. John released his hold and his cock and slumped back, the thick tool still throbbing, a few drops spurting from the tip, some running down the underside of the shaft, others dripping down onto to Susan's thigh. � John was a little ahead of Susan, who, feeling the warm cum splashing onto her, closed her eyes and began to further manipulate the cum-lubricated nipple. For a few seconds the only sounds were Susan's slight panting and the slick sounds as she rubbed John's ejaculation into her now aching nipple, and then Susan came too. Still clutching the phone she said "Yes, yes, yes" and "Yes, Daddy, I love you too", dropped phone, and moaned as wave after wave throbbed from her groin, through her rectal opening and up her spine. Her hand continued its manipulation of the sticky nipple. "Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, yes!" she cried, and fell forward against John, her wet breasts pushed hard against his chest. John held her for a moment, then gently moved her away, and lowering his head to her abused nipple, he took it gently in his mouth and tasted the saltiness of his own cum. He licked upwards over the slight curve of he breast, following a rivulet of semen, gathering it onto his tongue and into his mouth, upwards along the line of her throat and chin, to her open mouth. Opening his mouth slightly, he let the mix of saliva and cum coat her lower lip, spreading it with his tongue. Susan pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, and they both savored the taste of his cum. "Christ, you're weird," said Susan, "but sexy ... oh so sexy". She sighed, lying back on the bed, stretching back so that her breasts were pulled taut against her chest, the nipples still pointed and puffy. Looking at the phone where it lay on the floor, she commented: "I wonder if he heard? If he knew what I was doing, he'd have a heart attack". Moving a hand up to the breast, she idly flicked at the still sticky nipple, and said, "He probably still thinks his little girl is a virgin. He'd blow a fuse if he knew I lost it in the back seat of his own limo, with his driver and my own mother helping me along." John, intrigued by the thought of her losing her virginity, lay back too and asked her to tell him the story. "Well," she said, "I lost it on my fourteenth birthday. But the real story starts about a year earlier, when I had my first solitary sexual experiences. At school, I sort of envied the girls with big tits, but my mom said not to worry, that some girls developed faster than others. She once showed me a nude photo of her taken when she was still a model, and her tits were quite small. Then she showed me the real thing, and they were quite a bit bigger. She also let me touch them, and weigh them in my hands. I guess she was sort of strange, because I remember distinctly that her nipples started to grow hard when I touched them. When that happened, she got all cross, and made me promise not to tell anyone. Anyway, after that, I spent hours alone in the bedroom, pushing my tits out at the mirror, hoping to make them bigger. And somewhere along the way I found that pulling at my nipples made them long and hard too, just like my mom's, and �created a tingling sensation between my legs." "My upbringing was not all that sheltered - I'd giggled along with the rest of the girls at school over the descriptions of 'the act' in books that some girl found on a baby-sitting job. They used to have what they called 'girl parties' at somebody's house quite regularly, which were mutual masturbation sessions. But I never masturbated with them, although they asked me to quite often. I guess I thought that they all had bigger tits, and I was scared that they'd laugh at my paltry pair. I honestly thought that my long nipples might be a deformity, and that they would make fun of me, or spread rumors about my tits around the school." "Then one night, I had to do a baby sitting job. I arrived at the place to find that the couple had left some food and a note that the kid was asleep, and to check him once in a while. The kid was OK, so I looked around for a television guide. I couldn't see one and started looking at the books in the bookcase. All of them were boring psychology books, so I wandered through the house, and eventually went upstairs to the main bedroom. At first, I just stood there and looked around, with a feeling like I knew I was doing something wrong, but somehow urged on by that same feeling. I guess it was a fear of being caught mixed with the vague beginnings of sexual excitement." "I went over to the dresser and started mucking around in the drawers, trying not to disturb anything. The first couple of drawers had nothing but shirts and ties and socks and stuff. But then I discovered the a drawer full of of bras and panties. I looked at the bras and she was obviously a big girl, much bigger than me. I got this weird thought that I should try on her bra, just to see how much further I had to go. So I took off my top and my little white bra and laid them on the bed. Then I found a sheer see-through one of hers and put it on. My nipples by this time were harder than ever, and I started pulling them and rubbing at them. I put on the bra, and of course it was miles too big. I flattened the soft material against my nipples, making the cups poke outwards in the middle. I stood in front of the mirror and turned this way and that, checking how my nipples were visible through the bra. By now I had lost all sense of fear, that I was in a strange bedroom, wearing someone else's bra, and I started rubbing the silky material all over my breasts, and especially against my nipples." John was lying back with his eyes closed, trying to imagine Susan as a nubile thirteen year old discovering the pleasure to be had from plucking at her own nipples. Her story had aroused him again, and his cock, not fully erect, lay hot and heavy on his flat belly. "Go on, don't stop," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his penis, which jumped at the contact with her soft palm. She idly encircled the thick shaft, squeezed it, and felt it engorge even further. Sensing that her story was no longer one of mere curiosity to him, but another form of �sexual stimulation, she let go of his cock, and turned over to lean on one elbow next to him. She dribbled some saliva onto her palm. Then she lightly grasped his tumid cock again, and slowly stroked her lubricated hand in short movements near the head of his cock. John groaned softly as she continued the story. "I was really excited now, more than I had ever been before, and I could feel the creeping wetness between my legs. I was still wearing that big loose bra, and I thought that I should try to see if I could find a pair of matching panties, to complete the outfit. So I took off my skirt and my schoolgirl panties and stood there for moment, tingling with excitement. I moved one hand down between my legs and just pressed it into myself. I don't think I really knew what I was up to, but it felt so good, and I was really wet and swollen down there. I guess I also discovered my slit for the first time, and I started diddling it from side to side. My knees were by this time trembling, and I could feel something building and building, getting ready to burst. I wanted to go on, but I also wanted to stop. I was scared and sort of mad too, straining to hear the sound of a returning car, but also not wanting to stop playing with myself." Susan now was pumping John's cock in long deliberate strokes. He felt hard and hot and enormous in her hand, and she watched her hand as she spoke. "I had my first orgasm then and there, standing in a strange bedroom, frigging myself like crazy with one hand while I looked through a drawerful of woman's panties. I was just sort of feeling the sheer fabrics, and looking at the colors and shapes of the panties when I came across a red and black frilly pair that were really tiny, and they had a slit in the crotch. I don't know why, but this drove me wild ... as I stuck my fingers thought the slit, I felt this throbbing start all over my cunt. And then I brought the panties up to my mouth and licked the crotch opening, and that was it ... as I stuck my tongue out and licked the silk, the whole world turned upside down, and I came for the first time". Susan sighed, remembering that night, and said "Now you'll think I am the one who is really weird, but that's what happened." John, lost in the world of his own imagination, and in the slow sensation of the Susan's hand rhythmically pumping him, asked softly: "What happened next?" Susan, lost in thought for a moment, recovered, and said "The inevitable happened. The couple came home. I heard the car doors slamming just as I came, and I was scrambling for my clothes and trying to get her underwear back in the drawer, and trying to get dressed and trying to stop cumming all at once. My heart was hammering, and I could hear the front door opening, but I couldn't find my panties. I was in a real panic, but I knew I had to get out of the bedroom, panties or no panties. So I pulled on my skirt, my own juices running down between my legs �and I scurried across the upstairs hall to the kid's bedroom. I heard the women call out "Susan, we're home", and I came down the stairs saying something about checking the kid. I was sure I had guilt written all over my face, but they didn't seem to notice." "I was panicky about my missing panties, and was trying desperately to think of some reason to go back into their bedroom to get them back. But the opportunity did not arise, and after they paid me, Jim, the guy, offered to drive me home. By now it was snowing outside. I didn't want to walk home in the snow at that time of night, but I also didn't want to face either of them, knowing that sooner or later they would come across a stray pair of pants somewhere on the bedroom floor. But they insisted that Jim take me home, so I got in the car and waited for him. We drove home, and we didn't say a word to each other until we were outside my front gate. Then he reached into his pocket and said, "I think you are missing these ...", and of course he held my panties out. I didn't know what to say, I was just dying of embarrassment, but I took them from him, and as I got out of the car he said: "I don't know how you lost those, but it's OK, I won't say anything." And then he just drove off." "That night in bed, I masturbated again, this time safely in the dark, all the time with the image of those panties in my mind. I had never really seen a man's cock up close, but I imagined what those panties would look like with a male 'thing' in them, sort of dangling out of the slit crotch, and I rubbed myself raw that night, cumming again and again with that image." "I guess I became a habitual masturbator. I still never joined the girls at school in their 'parties', but I spent a lot of time alone with my hand in my pants." "A couple of weeks later Jim's wife called me again to baby-sit for them, but of course I couldn't tell her why I didn't want to go over to their house again. So I went. This time there was more food, and another note, and this time I went straight up to the bedroom, and checked the underwear drawer. The bra I had tried on was there, now neatly folded again, and the crotchless panties were there too. I started feeling that same old tingling excitement in my cunt as I fingered that open crotch, but I resisted the urge, and went downstairs again. I flipped though the television channels for a while, and checked the kid from time to time. Jim and his wife got home, and he took me home again. It was another silent journey, until he said: "I have been trying to figure out why I found your pants in our bedroom. I know it is not really any of my business, except that it is our bedroom, I don't want to think that you had a boyfriend over while we were out ...". He left the question hanging, and I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just mumbled: "I needed to pee, so I took them off." "I knew he didn't believe me, but he never referred to the incident again, and I only sat with their kid once more before they moved away." "Later on, I imagined that the scene in his car had happened quite differently, and that he had produced his wife's crotchless panties, and that he wouldn't let me out of the car until I put them on. In my imagination, I saw him watching me while I pulled off my skirt, and then slipped into the panties, which were small, even for my thirteen year old body. Then I imagined that he forced me to open my legs wide while he licked my cunt through the slit in the crotch. I suppose that this was my first full blown fantasy, and it kept my hand busy at my clit for many nights. Of course, then he seemed like a really old man, but he was probably only in his middle twenties, and quite handsome, but I imagined him as a angry father figure forcing me to perform these obscene acts against my will. I must have cum hundreds of times with that image of his tongue licking me up and down though that slit crotch." "Also, I think that because my first orgasm was achieved with a sense of danger, I started masturbating in all sorts of dangerous situations, which all eventually led up to me losing my virginity. I used to sneak down into my father's car, which was a big plush expensive limousine with real leather seats and tinted windows. There I indulged in my favorite fantasy, imagining my father' car to be Jim's car. I used to take off my panties in my room before I went to the car, and in the darkened plush interior I would pull up my skirt, and feel the seat against my ass, and then rub my hot cunt on the cool leather, and cum again and again." "One day, my fourteenth birthday, I got bored with the endless round of doddering aunts and uncles at my birthday party, and I snuck away to my favorite private place. But I got caught by Harris, my father's driver. I was busy diddling myself, and just on the point of orgasm, when he opened up the back door of the car to find me, legs wide open, shirt undone, breasts bare and swollen, with a couple of fingers up my cunt. He started to apologize and back away when I did something that I still can't believe. I said to him, with all the arrogance of a fourteen year old, "Show me your cock." I didn't even slow the movements of my hand on my clit. I had gone past the point of no return anyway, and demanded again "Show me, I want to see your cock." "He glanced nervously over his shoulder, and suddenly a female voice said, "If she wants to see it, show her." I gasped, and there, behind Harris was my mother. She had had a little too much to drink, I think, and she said again "If my little girl wants to see it, show it to her." Saying this she moved her hand and pulled down Harris's fly. "Besides which", she said, looking at me and winking, "I want to see for myself." "Harris was mumbling about this not being right, and trying to back away, but my mother tugged at this belt, and there was Harris, in a pair of black underpants, with this pants around his knees. In another swift movement, she whisked his underpants down too, and there stood the embarrassed Harris, naked from the �waist down. I still lay, legs all spread, on the seat of the car, and I hadn't even taken my fingers out of myself, and suddenly, within grasping distance, was that often imagined male member. From then on, Harris never stood a chance." "My mother reached out and cupped his balls, making the thick tube stand outwards a little, and Harris, despite his protestations, began to grow in her hand. I lay there, not knowing quite what was going on, but also aware that I was tingling again, that my nipples were bunching up, and that I wanted to see what would happen next ..." "Then my mother said, "We have to make this grow for my little girl, don't we Harris?" Then she turned him to face her, and one by one, undid the buttons on her blouse. She wore nothing underneath the blouse, and when the last button was undone, she shrugged it off hr shoulders, and stood there with her magnificent naked breasts. She moved her hands up to both breasts and cupped them, and said "You want to suck on these, don't you Harris? Go on, kiss them!", and Harris, who was too stunned to do anything else, leaned down and licked one of her nipples. My mother groaned, and said "Oh yes, just like that, suck it into your mouth, suck it in hard." Harris obeyed, and she undid the buckle of her skirt, and it fell to the floor." "Underneath, she was wearing only a pair of tight black panties, the kind that are cut high on the hip and are always in danger of creeping round and bunching in the crack of your ass. By this time Harris was twitching solidly in my mom's hand, and had grown magnificently." Susan sighed at the memory, "He was a really fine specimen of a man." "Mother, like Harris, was losing a it a little. She moved her hand so that it was tight around his shaft, and pumping slowly up and down. Harris continued his sucking and licking, and her nipples were standing straight out. While she continued to pump him with her right hand, she pushed her left deep into the space between her legs, and pulled aside the fabric at the crotch. She started rubbing the exposed labia really roughly, and started goading Harris: "You want me, don't you, you want to stick that cock into me, you want to pump me full of your milk. But I won't let you ... you'll have to be satisfied with Susan ... she'll let you all the way in, won't you Susan?" "At the sound of my name, I jumped. Up till now, this had been a sort of weird game. Almost like a dream. Now my mother was telling this man with that huge thing between his legs that he could put it into me. I got a little scared, and started to get up, to get away. But my mother was having none of this, and Harris was now looking at me with unfocused, lust filled eyes, while my mother pumped him slowly." "Harris stopped the pumping of my mother's hand, and disengaged himself from her,turning towards me. I was a little paralyzed, half scared, and half mad with all the sensations running from my crotch to the tips of my tits, which were clearly visible to Harris. Harris was not a great one for preliminaries. He sat next to me on the back seat to the car, lifted me up over him, and used his own hand to determine where my cunt was, and just lowered me straight down onto his huge cock." "There is nothing that can describe the indescribable, the sensation of all those long inches slipping endlessly into me as I was slowly lowered onto him. It seemed to go on forever - a delicious stretching invasion, the feeling of being turned inside out. I was dripping wet and ready from my own manipulations, and he slid in without hesitation. I could feel the lovely length filling me up, going far back into my cunt, getting to places, and sparking sensations I had never thought possible." "Harris was pretty far gone by now, and he latched his mouth onto one of my nipples and started sucking and groaning and basically just using me, riding me up and down on his cock. I had lost all sense of where I was, and had completely forgotten about my mother. All I could feel was Harris's cock stuck deep inside me, then a slow withdrawal as he lifted me up, and then that stretching feeling as he let me down." "I felt the orgasm building and I just let go, wailing and screaming and scratching his back. Ad then it happened ... I felt Harris cock start to throb like a mad thing inside me, and I felt the warm flood as he came. He seemed to come for hours, just throbbing away jet after jet of the warm stuff. He didn't even groan, or say a thing. Just came silently. I eventually began to regain some sense of where I was, and what I was doing, and looked wildly around for my mother. She was still standing there, but by now her panties were long gone. She had her eyes closed and a finger or two deep inside her self, and from the twitching of her hips, I knew that she too had just had her own orgasm." "I felt Harris growing soft inside me, and he lifted me off and sat me back on the seat. A huge pool of his come dripped out of me and dribbled onto his belly and thighs, and all over the soft leather car seats. And then, without a word, Harris got out of the car, pulled up his pants and underpants, stuffed himself into them, and walked away, ignoring both of us. "When Harris left us, there was I, come still dribbling out of me, and my mother, naked and flushed. The was a moment of mutual embarrassment while I pulled my shirt together and pulled my skirt down. She put her skirt back on and buttoned up the blouse, and insisted that I come with her to her room. We sneaked up the back stairs, and when we got to her room, she closed the door and locked it." "I hadn't said anything yet, and my mind was whirling with all sorts of questions. But she went straight into the en-suite bathroom, and I heard the sound of the bath been poured. She came out of the bathroom, naked once again, and took my hand, and lead me into the bath room ... We bathed together in the big tub that she had. She cleaned me all over, and then I did the same to her. We dried each other, then she covered me in perfumed talc and rubbed it all over me. There was nothing overtly sexual about all this, the bath and everything, I mean, but it was kind of weird, I suppose. Then she got some fresh clothes from my room, and sent me back downstairs to the party." Susan was still playing idly with John's cock, which was half hard, half soft. She laughed self-consciously, and said "That's how the other half is brought up, I suppose. Maybe it would make a great steamy novel. I could sell the film rights, shock all the remaining aunts, and have everyone guess who is a thinly disguised caricature of who." John, feeling slightly let down by the anti-climatic ending, said "I wish I had been Harris ... what happened to him, by the way?" "He stayed on with us for a few years, until he married, and never mentioned the incident. He remained detached and proper, although I think he and my mother became lovers after out tryst in the car." "How do you know?" "She would get him to drive her out to fashion shows and the like, and one day I wanted to go along with her, and she was quite adamant that I shouldn't. So I got a taxi, and went by myself. And she was nowhere in sight. I remember feeling slightly jealous, wasn't I woman enough for him? and so on. But I got over it." "And your mother?", John asked. "She eventually took off with a younger guy, some friend of Harris's. We never heard from her again. She's probably on some beach in Italy or France, flashing her tits and maybe her ass too ..." "And she never mentioned the incident with Harris again, or got you into any other sexual situations?" "Yes, but ...", Susan hesitated. "But what?", John inquired, "Did she or didn't she?" "No, but she set me with a friend of hers ...". "What was he like?", John asked. "It wasn't a he, it was a she, and I'm not sure I should tell you about it ... you'll start to think I'm a dyke or something." John leaned over and licked her salty tit. "I know you're not a dyke, you've proved that already. Besides which, we're all voyeurs at heart, and it excites me no end to think of you and �some other luscious lady getting on together ...". Susan turned and said "Mmmm ..." as John suckled her nipple lightly. "I tell you what ... I'll tell you about me and Carol, but only if you tell me about one of yours...