Christine
I like Christine. I’ve always liked Christine. Ever since she took an obvious shine to me at ************** I’ve liked her. But our paths went separate ways - different secondary schools - and it wasn’t until recently that I spotted her 16-year-old gorgeousness strolling on the other side of the street while I was waiting for my bus to college one Thursday afternoon. I fancied there was a twinkle in her eye, and that she swung her hips just that little bit more as she noticed me, but it was probably just wishful thinking on my part. I didn’t see her again for a few weeks but the circumstances then were oh so different!
I boarded my bus and stared listlessly out of the window. When am I ever going to have pussy wrapped round my cock, I thought miserably to myself as the bus edged slowly towards its destination. Getting off the bus I was greeted with a nice smile from a good-looking brunette girl but the cheer was short as I watched her petite frame disappear into the pedestrian crowds. I walked slowly to college, thinking of tits, bums and pussy instead of English, Economics and Geography. I was distracted in class by my female counterparts but none had shown any interest in me and all, to my knowledge, had boyfriends. Maybe I’d be more successful with the boys! I quickly put that notion out of my head. I’m straight and proud!
Straight and proud was definitely what I was that evening, pulling myself off but wishing that a female hand was doing the pleasuring. Maybe it was my imagination but I was particularly hard that evening and I came with more force than usual. I got to thinking where I was going wrong. I was a good-looking lad of 17, or so I was told, six foot tall, skinny but exceptionally shy. Rejection was my biggest fear and that I suppose what was holding me back. I got on well with the girls I knew but to my eye there was never any positive body language.
But there was definite ‘body language’ on offer the following Tuesday when I accepted a lift home from Christine’s mum. I didn’t know it was her until she introduced herself. ‘It’s Chris isn’t it?’ she said as she wound down the passenger window. It was my free afternoon from college and I was day-dreaming at the bus stop. ‘Yes’, I mumbled incoherently, not thinking to ask who I had the pleasure of speaking to (I’m nothing if not extremely polite). ‘I’m Christine’s mother and I’m heading back home’, she proffered, ‘Hop in and I’ll take you home’. The last sentence had connotations I thought but I put those out of my mind and settled into the front seat. I pointed my eyes to the front, trying not to make it obvious that I was doing my best to avoid staring at her ample chest. She had nice legs too, I thought, both of which were in full view from high on her thigh downwards. I could see her smiling out of the corner of her eye as she caught me glancing.
‘Where do you live?’ she asked as we pulled away. I answered her but said that she could drop me off at the road junction near the doctor’s surgery and I could walk the rest of the way. She said that’s fine and there was a moment’s silence. ‘Christine said she’d seen you at the bus stop last week’ she said. ‘Oh’, I replied. More silence. ‘I get the impression she likes you’ she added, ‘and I can see why!’ I flushed embarrassingly. ‘Why don’t you ask her out? She’s finished with Simon’. I flushed again and she smiled. ‘She won’t say no you know’, she said encouragingly, ‘go on, be a devil’ she said, naughtily.
Well, I was embarrassed but, at the same time, feeling rather smug, I’d always wanted to get inside Christine’s knickers and now, seemingly, was my chance. I shuffled uncomfortably in the car seat as things started to stir down below. I put my hands over my lap as she pulled into road by the doctor’s surgery and she brought the car to a halt. ‘There’s no time like the present’ she said suddenly, ‘Christine will be home soon so let’s get this asking business out of the way’. I protested weakly as she moved the car along once more but smiled inside as she gently patted my right knee.
We reached ‘destination Christine’ in the blink of an eye. ‘Chrissie!’ she shouted as we entered the house, ‘I’ve got a nice surprise for you!’. She turned to me and asked me to take a seat in the lounge. ‘Chrissie!’ she shouted once more but then sighed as she spotted a hand-written note on the kitchen noticeboard. ‘She’s at school but should be home in an hour or so. You can wait if you like, she’ll be annoyed if she misses you. I’ll get you a drink. Beer? She asked. ‘Great’ I replied and settled myself on the rather comfy sofa. She followed me in, taking her coat off as she did so and I couldn’t help but notice her ample chest straining to empty itself from her tight-fitting outfit. She walked back into the kitchen and I gasped at her fabulous round ass, also straining to empty itself from her sexy outfit. I hadn’t notice the fabulous heels which stretched out her legs in the most cock-stiffening manner. It goes without saying that it wasn’t long before I had a huge boner which I hid behind one of several conveniently placed cushions. She came back in shortly carrying a can in each hand, ‘Lager or beer?’ she asked. ‘Beer please’, I said, gawping at her chest blatantly. She smiled as she wiggled sexily back into the kitchen.
This cannot possibly be happening I thought. Was I dreaming or was I getting the ‘come on’ from this incredible mouth-watering MILF? She oozed sex-appeal as she wandered back in, glass of beer in hand which she thrust in my direction. Thrusting was very much what I had in mind and I knew that she knew what I was thinking. ‘Thanks’ I said, taking a nice long gulp of beer. ‘Don’t mention it sweetie’ she purred, ‘make yourself at home. I’m just going to slip out of these heels, my feet are killing me’. I was very much thinking of slipping her out of her knickers!! She left the room and I heard her gentle tread on the stairs. I settled back in the sofa and spent a pleasant five minutes or so sipping my beer.
‘Do you like stockings and suspenders?’ shouted a voice from upstairs, ‘I’m trying to persuade Christine to wear them instead of those dreadful nylons. I thought it would be nice for her to wear them when you take her out to dinner. I’ll make sure I’m out when she invites you in for coffee afterwards. Most men love them - are you most men?’ she asked. ‘Definitely’ I gasped. ‘Please be a darling and come an unzip me if you’re not too shy’ she begged. I said nothing, removed my jumper and nervously climbed the stairs. ‘In here’ said a voice, ‘tell me what you think. Would you fancy Christine in this?’ ‘Fuck me!’ I exclaimed, taking a deep breath and trying not to appear too dumbstruck. She had already slipped out of her heels and her tight dress and was now resplendent in another set of heels and stockings with accessories to match. ‘Y-yes’ I squeaked ‘but you fill it out quite nicely too’.
‘Thank you’ she purred, and then gently squeezed the ever-growing bulge in my jeans. ‘Fuck me’ I exclaimed once more, now in a mild, but enjoyable panic. ‘Yes, that’s exactly what I want you to do’, she said, ‘get out your cock and fuck me hard!’ Now I was always taught to be polite to women and to refuse now would have been downright rude so I duly obliged part one of her request and undid my jeans and slipped them off. She greedily grabbed at my bursting briefs and out popped my throbbing cock. She then gently lifted my t-shirt over my head and shoulders and there I was, stark bollock naked in front of a beautiful woman who was begging me to fuck her! I expected to wake up at any moment.
But I didn’t. She took my cock in one hand, my balls in the other, and started to work her magic. To say I was rock hard was an understatement. Her hand moved expertly up and down my shaft and she gently massaged by balls with the other. ‘Fuckin’ hell’, I thought to myself, ‘at this rate I’ll be exploding all over the place far too soon’, but I steeled myself as she gently asked me to lie back on the bed. Still cupping my balls she gorgeously took me between her lips and I groaned with pleasure. Her tongue played lovingly along my full length and then she took me into her mouth. I watched her move up and down on me, I holding her hair out of the way so I could see all the action and witness her enjoyment. ‘Nice cock’, she gasped, coming up for air, ‘Very nice cock’. She then, sadly, excused herself and left me begging for more! ‘I won’t be long sweetie’ she whispered, and true to her word she returned her fabulous, this time, naked body in the blink of an eye.
She returned naughtily to the job in hand and now her mouth was eager and much quicker. I lay back and thought of England, as the expression goes.
But I was forgetting my promise and manfully took control. I called her a dirty fucking whore and ordered her to get on the bed on all fours. I could hardly believe what I was doing but she smiled, gave my cock a quick twang, and dutifully did as she was told. The view was magnificent and I couldn’t help myself from giving her buttocks a gentle spank. ‘Harder’ she squealed, so I obliged. She was loving it. I stopped spanking and moved my cock over her magnificent rear end. I slapped her buttocks with my cock and she moaned. ‘Give it to me’ she begged, ‘I want your nice young cock in my pussy - fuck me you horny bastard!!!!’ I continued to tease her with my dick. ‘Fuck me like a bitch, fuck me, fuck me!’ I teased her fanny lips with my throbbing cock and then withdrew. ‘Fuck me’ she screamed, ‘Fuck me!!’ I gave her right buttock a sharp spank, spread her cheeks and eased my cock into her tight wet pussy.
It felt wonderful as I gently started to move my grateful cock back and forth. After a few minutes of purring like a kitten she asked me to give it to her harder and faster and, polite as ever, I duly obliged. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was ramming a beautiful woman from behind and she begging and begging to be fucked harder and harder. I fucked and fucked her, my cock in every inch and I began to sense that I wasn’t going to last much longer. I admired the tattoo along the full width of her hips to take my mind off the ever-growing pressure within my balls. I spanked her hard again and she moaned with pleasure. I don’t know how long we’d been going but suddenly I sensed she was riding my cock deeper and writhing her ass on my cock with obvious pleasure. The feeling was mutual. ‘Fuck my cock you fucking bitch!’ and I sensed her opening wider. I thrust and thrust for all I was worth until I could last no longer. But she beat me to it - her body throbbing in powerful orgasm and I could feel her pussy clamping sensuously around my throbbing cock. ‘Cum on my ass’ she squealed and being the polite boy that I am I did as I was told. I moaned loudly as I came, the first spurt reaching her hair, the rest I lovingly deposited all over her lovely buttocks. She turned round and gently took my still hard cock between her lips.
So that my friends was my first proper sexual encounter and I was certainly ready for my next. The action wasn’t over, however. I was just pulling on my underpants when I heard a shout from downstairs. ‘Mum, are you home?” said the voice I knew to be Christine’s. I hurriedly got dressed and waited, powerless to know what to do. Before long the bedroom door was pushed open. She glowered at me. ‘Have you just fucked my mum?’ she demanded. I nodded and waited for the tirade but it never came. Instead she got undressed and dragged me along the corridor to her own room to give me a good talking to!! I don’t know how I did it but Christine was every bit as ‘playful’ as her mother.
After that I was a frequent visitor to their house on a Tuesday afternoon - if you’ve never had a girl-girl-boy experience I beg you to give it a go if you get the chance, all the better if it’s sexy mum and beautiful daughter.
Happy Fucking!
I boarded my bus and stared listlessly out of the window. When am I ever going to have pussy wrapped round my cock, I thought miserably to myself as the bus edged slowly towards its destination. Getting off the bus I was greeted with a nice smile from a good-looking brunette girl but the cheer was short as I watched her petite frame disappear into the pedestrian crowds. I walked slowly to college, thinking of tits, bums and pussy instead of English, Economics and Geography. I was distracted in class by my female counterparts but none had shown any interest in me and all, to my knowledge, had boyfriends. Maybe I’d be more successful with the boys! I quickly put that notion out of my head. I’m straight and proud!
Straight and proud was definitely what I was that evening, pulling myself off but wishing that a female hand was doing the pleasuring. Maybe it was my imagination but I was particularly hard that evening and I came with more force than usual. I got to thinking where I was going wrong. I was a good-looking lad of 17, or so I was told, six foot tall, skinny but exceptionally shy. Rejection was my biggest fear and that I suppose what was holding me back. I got on well with the girls I knew but to my eye there was never any positive body language.
But there was definite ‘body language’ on offer the following Tuesday when I accepted a lift home from Christine’s mum. I didn’t know it was her until she introduced herself. ‘It’s Chris isn’t it?’ she said as she wound down the passenger window. It was my free afternoon from college and I was day-dreaming at the bus stop. ‘Yes’, I mumbled incoherently, not thinking to ask who I had the pleasure of speaking to (I’m nothing if not extremely polite). ‘I’m Christine’s mother and I’m heading back home’, she proffered, ‘Hop in and I’ll take you home’. The last sentence had connotations I thought but I put those out of my mind and settled into the front seat. I pointed my eyes to the front, trying not to make it obvious that I was doing my best to avoid staring at her ample chest. She had nice legs too, I thought, both of which were in full view from high on her thigh downwards. I could see her smiling out of the corner of her eye as she caught me glancing.
‘Where do you live?’ she asked as we pulled away. I answered her but said that she could drop me off at the road junction near the doctor’s surgery and I could walk the rest of the way. She said that’s fine and there was a moment’s silence. ‘Christine said she’d seen you at the bus stop last week’ she said. ‘Oh’, I replied. More silence. ‘I get the impression she likes you’ she added, ‘and I can see why!’ I flushed embarrassingly. ‘Why don’t you ask her out? She’s finished with Simon’. I flushed again and she smiled. ‘She won’t say no you know’, she said encouragingly, ‘go on, be a devil’ she said, naughtily.
Well, I was embarrassed but, at the same time, feeling rather smug, I’d always wanted to get inside Christine’s knickers and now, seemingly, was my chance. I shuffled uncomfortably in the car seat as things started to stir down below. I put my hands over my lap as she pulled into road by the doctor’s surgery and she brought the car to a halt. ‘There’s no time like the present’ she said suddenly, ‘Christine will be home soon so let’s get this asking business out of the way’. I protested weakly as she moved the car along once more but smiled inside as she gently patted my right knee.
We reached ‘destination Christine’ in the blink of an eye. ‘Chrissie!’ she shouted as we entered the house, ‘I’ve got a nice surprise for you!’. She turned to me and asked me to take a seat in the lounge. ‘Chrissie!’ she shouted once more but then sighed as she spotted a hand-written note on the kitchen noticeboard. ‘She’s at school but should be home in an hour or so. You can wait if you like, she’ll be annoyed if she misses you. I’ll get you a drink. Beer? She asked. ‘Great’ I replied and settled myself on the rather comfy sofa. She followed me in, taking her coat off as she did so and I couldn’t help but notice her ample chest straining to empty itself from her tight-fitting outfit. She walked back into the kitchen and I gasped at her fabulous round ass, also straining to empty itself from her sexy outfit. I hadn’t notice the fabulous heels which stretched out her legs in the most cock-stiffening manner. It goes without saying that it wasn’t long before I had a huge boner which I hid behind one of several conveniently placed cushions. She came back in shortly carrying a can in each hand, ‘Lager or beer?’ she asked. ‘Beer please’, I said, gawping at her chest blatantly. She smiled as she wiggled sexily back into the kitchen.
This cannot possibly be happening I thought. Was I dreaming or was I getting the ‘come on’ from this incredible mouth-watering MILF? She oozed sex-appeal as she wandered back in, glass of beer in hand which she thrust in my direction. Thrusting was very much what I had in mind and I knew that she knew what I was thinking. ‘Thanks’ I said, taking a nice long gulp of beer. ‘Don’t mention it sweetie’ she purred, ‘make yourself at home. I’m just going to slip out of these heels, my feet are killing me’. I was very much thinking of slipping her out of her knickers!! She left the room and I heard her gentle tread on the stairs. I settled back in the sofa and spent a pleasant five minutes or so sipping my beer.
‘Do you like stockings and suspenders?’ shouted a voice from upstairs, ‘I’m trying to persuade Christine to wear them instead of those dreadful nylons. I thought it would be nice for her to wear them when you take her out to dinner. I’ll make sure I’m out when she invites you in for coffee afterwards. Most men love them - are you most men?’ she asked. ‘Definitely’ I gasped. ‘Please be a darling and come an unzip me if you’re not too shy’ she begged. I said nothing, removed my jumper and nervously climbed the stairs. ‘In here’ said a voice, ‘tell me what you think. Would you fancy Christine in this?’ ‘Fuck me!’ I exclaimed, taking a deep breath and trying not to appear too dumbstruck. She had already slipped out of her heels and her tight dress and was now resplendent in another set of heels and stockings with accessories to match. ‘Y-yes’ I squeaked ‘but you fill it out quite nicely too’.
‘Thank you’ she purred, and then gently squeezed the ever-growing bulge in my jeans. ‘Fuck me’ I exclaimed once more, now in a mild, but enjoyable panic. ‘Yes, that’s exactly what I want you to do’, she said, ‘get out your cock and fuck me hard!’ Now I was always taught to be polite to women and to refuse now would have been downright rude so I duly obliged part one of her request and undid my jeans and slipped them off. She greedily grabbed at my bursting briefs and out popped my throbbing cock. She then gently lifted my t-shirt over my head and shoulders and there I was, stark bollock naked in front of a beautiful woman who was begging me to fuck her! I expected to wake up at any moment.
But I didn’t. She took my cock in one hand, my balls in the other, and started to work her magic. To say I was rock hard was an understatement. Her hand moved expertly up and down my shaft and she gently massaged by balls with the other. ‘Fuckin’ hell’, I thought to myself, ‘at this rate I’ll be exploding all over the place far too soon’, but I steeled myself as she gently asked me to lie back on the bed. Still cupping my balls she gorgeously took me between her lips and I groaned with pleasure. Her tongue played lovingly along my full length and then she took me into her mouth. I watched her move up and down on me, I holding her hair out of the way so I could see all the action and witness her enjoyment. ‘Nice cock’, she gasped, coming up for air, ‘Very nice cock’. She then, sadly, excused herself and left me begging for more! ‘I won’t be long sweetie’ she whispered, and true to her word she returned her fabulous, this time, naked body in the blink of an eye.
She returned naughtily to the job in hand and now her mouth was eager and much quicker. I lay back and thought of England, as the expression goes.
But I was forgetting my promise and manfully took control. I called her a dirty fucking whore and ordered her to get on the bed on all fours. I could hardly believe what I was doing but she smiled, gave my cock a quick twang, and dutifully did as she was told. The view was magnificent and I couldn’t help myself from giving her buttocks a gentle spank. ‘Harder’ she squealed, so I obliged. She was loving it. I stopped spanking and moved my cock over her magnificent rear end. I slapped her buttocks with my cock and she moaned. ‘Give it to me’ she begged, ‘I want your nice young cock in my pussy - fuck me you horny bastard!!!!’ I continued to tease her with my dick. ‘Fuck me like a bitch, fuck me, fuck me!’ I teased her fanny lips with my throbbing cock and then withdrew. ‘Fuck me’ she screamed, ‘Fuck me!!’ I gave her right buttock a sharp spank, spread her cheeks and eased my cock into her tight wet pussy.
It felt wonderful as I gently started to move my grateful cock back and forth. After a few minutes of purring like a kitten she asked me to give it to her harder and faster and, polite as ever, I duly obliged. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was ramming a beautiful woman from behind and she begging and begging to be fucked harder and harder. I fucked and fucked her, my cock in every inch and I began to sense that I wasn’t going to last much longer. I admired the tattoo along the full width of her hips to take my mind off the ever-growing pressure within my balls. I spanked her hard again and she moaned with pleasure. I don’t know how long we’d been going but suddenly I sensed she was riding my cock deeper and writhing her ass on my cock with obvious pleasure. The feeling was mutual. ‘Fuck my cock you fucking bitch!’ and I sensed her opening wider. I thrust and thrust for all I was worth until I could last no longer. But she beat me to it - her body throbbing in powerful orgasm and I could feel her pussy clamping sensuously around my throbbing cock. ‘Cum on my ass’ she squealed and being the polite boy that I am I did as I was told. I moaned loudly as I came, the first spurt reaching her hair, the rest I lovingly deposited all over her lovely buttocks. She turned round and gently took my still hard cock between her lips.
So that my friends was my first proper sexual encounter and I was certainly ready for my next. The action wasn’t over, however. I was just pulling on my underpants when I heard a shout from downstairs. ‘Mum, are you home?” said the voice I knew to be Christine’s. I hurriedly got dressed and waited, powerless to know what to do. Before long the bedroom door was pushed open. She glowered at me. ‘Have you just fucked my mum?’ she demanded. I nodded and waited for the tirade but it never came. Instead she got undressed and dragged me along the corridor to her own room to give me a good talking to!! I don’t know how I did it but Christine was every bit as ‘playful’ as her mother.
After that I was a frequent visitor to their house on a Tuesday afternoon - if you’ve never had a girl-girl-boy experience I beg you to give it a go if you get the chance, all the better if it’s sexy mum and beautiful daughter.
Happy Fucking!
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