Jimmy and I held hands as his pickup roared through the pre-dawn blackness. I watched him in the glow from the instruments as he drove. He was an incredibly sexy man in his mid-50s, tall and muscular with long gray hair and a goatee. The memory of his hard cock pressing against my belly as we kissed naked in front of a room full of men had me so hot I wanted him to pull over and take me beside the road.
After seven miles of twisty two-lane mountain road, we abruptly turned off the pavement. The rough gravel road snaked through tall pine trees for over a mile. His "little cabin" was a modern log house with an immense living room / kitchen dominated by a stone fireplace and filled with comfortable masculine furniture and elaborate electronics. There were small bedrooms and a bathroom behind the kitchen.
As I crossed the threshold, I was suddenly dizzy. "Are you all right?" Jimmy asked, reaching out to steady me.
"Wow . . . I'm just really weak and faint . . . fading . . ."
"Here," Jimmy said. "You're just hungry." I was sitting at the dining table, gazing vacantly at a plate. The idea of eating was disgusting, but I took a cautious nibble to please him. Then another. Energy and life were flowing back into my body and I was suddenly ravenous. After several bites, I slowed down enough to notice I was eating a sliced bagel, made into a sandwich with cream cheese and shaved ham. I downed a glass of milk in one gulp and Jimmy went to refill it.
"How teenage!" I thought, giggling to myself as I took another huge bite.
"Dad . . . Uh! . . . Hi . . ." The speaker was a slender 19-year-old boy with short brown hair and bright blue eyes, dressed only in sweat pants. I'd known he was Jimmy's son even before he spoke. "Hi, I'm John," he said, blushing a bit when he saw the way I was admiring his muscular chest and arms.
Jimmy set a jug of milk and two more bagel sandwiches on the table. We made small talk while we ate.
I stood up after we'd finished eating. John tried not to stare at my revealing blouse and ultra short skirt. "Goodnight Dad . . ." he said. "And Tracy. It was really nice to meet you." I could see his cock stirring through his soft sweat pants. He mumbled another "goodnight," and retreated to his bedroom.
Jimmy took my hand and led me to the master suite at the far end of the living room, switching off the light behind us.
We stopped in the middle of the floor and moved into each other's arms. My body seemed to melt into Jimmy's as we kissed. I was lost in sensations: my firm little breasts and hard nipples pressing into his chest, our bellies flattened together, his penis straining against his pants to press into my crotch, my arms around his back, his hands on my buttocks . . .
As we undressed, I was self-consciously aware of the dried fluids all over my body. I must have been quite a sight for John with my tangled hair and rumpled clothes. "I'm so nasty," I said.
"I know that, Baby Girl," Jimmy said gently. "That's why I brought you home."
I giggled. "No. Not that! . . . Well, yeah, that too . . . but I really want to take a shower . . . to wash the other men off before we . . . f . . . make love."
The bathroom was the size of my bedroom at home, with a big glass shower stall filling one corner. Under the warm mist, Jimmy caressed my body with soap-slick hands . . . back, shoulders, arms, breasts, pebble-hard nipples, buttocks, legs, inner thighs . . . "Fuck me right now!" I gasped.
Jimmy's stiff cock pressed against my hip as he slipped his hand between my legs, exploring my folds. I moaned as his finger slid into my hot wet snatch. His thumb rubbed my clit while he alternated between finger-fucking me deeply and tickling my G-spot. He caught my head to keep it from slamming into the shower wall as I came explosively.
I was dizzily aware of him toweling me dry and carrying me into the bedroom. The nightstand lamp illuminated the bed, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Jimmy laid me on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor with his head between my thighs.
Waves of heat washed from my crotch as Jimmy licked up and down my slit. Impatient, I pulled myself open. He slipped his tongue into my pussy and ate me to orgasm. While I was still thrashing and screaming, he sucked my clit and finger-fucked me to an even more intense climax.
He kissed my lips and face tenderly as I lay on the bed, limp and exhausted. I recovered quickly. "Fuck?" I asked hopefully, gazing into Jimmy's warm blue eyes. He pulled me to the center of the bed and moved between my legs. "Oh Fuck!" I moaned as his cock filled me. He knew how I wanted it. "That's right, Cowboy! Ride me hard and fast! Give it to me rough! Don't hold back, you won't hurt me!"
Jimmy drove into me with rapid strokes for several minutes, making me cum over and over. When I finally felt him getting close, I cried, "Baby, I need it! Give it to me now! Hot cowboy cum! Yeah! Shoot it! Oh Fuck!" I came again as his hot juice splashed my pussy walls.
Afterwards, he switched the lamp off, leaving the room bathed in bright moonlight. We lay in each other's arms, not speaking but simply basking in our shared joy. I matched my breathing to his and drifted away in a warm haze . . .
I woke with the alert feeling that told me I'd only been asleep for a few minutes. Jimmy was snoring softly and remained sleeping when I slipped out of his embrace.
Something was wrong. Not with Jimmy, but . . . I stretched elaborately, arching my back and lifting my upper body from the bed, extending my arms, rolling my head . . . I sank back onto the bed, sighed and instantly fell back asleep.
Controlling my breathing, I pressed my hands to my breasts and began kneading my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. They were already hard. The sensations soon had me gasping. "Boys have wet dreams," I thought. "I wonder if they're like this."
I writhed on the bed, rubbing my breasts, buttocks and the shadowy space between my partially-opened legs.
The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the bed at a steep angle. I'd twisted into a position where the bright blue light was shining directly onto my pubic mound, making my sparse blonde hair gleam like spun silver.
I ran a finger up and down my slit, feeling the heat and moisture as I teased my lips open. "Fuck!" I whispered as I slipped a finger up my pussy. Keeping my eyes tightly closed, I finger-fucked my snatch and rubbed my clit, pushing myself toward orgasm, totally lost to the outside world . . . carried away by raw female sexuality . . .
My arm flashed into the shadows beside the bed and my fingers closed around a slender wrist. "Caught you!" I whispered triumphantly. "Come on. Let's see you!" I dragged John into the moonlight. He was naked and as beautiful as I'd imagined, with a gigantic hard-on.
Jimmy was still asleep, his cock stirring from a dream ("about me," I hoped).
"Dirty Boy," I said, kissing John briefly, then taking his hand. "Let's go to your room."
In John's bedroom, I stopped and gave him a full-body kiss. The stiff dick rubbing my belly felt exactly like his Dad's. I could see our reflections in the big wall mirror. He was so pretty in the glow from the lamp on the nightstand.
Eventually, I pulled away enough to slip my hands between our bodies. "Naughty Boy," I said, catching his balls in my left hand and squeezing them gently. "You spied on us . . . on Jimmy - your Dad - and me." I gripped his shaft with my right hand and ran my index finger over his cock-head. It was already slick with pre-cum. "You jacked this big thick cock while you watched your father fuck me!"
"You're such a bad boy," I continued. John was gasping as I stroked his cock and played with his balls. "Did you see his dick sliding in and out of my pussy?"
"Yeah!" John whispered.
"Did you shoot?"
"No." His voice was getting ragged.
"Do you want to?" His penis was beginning to throb and I could tell he was only a few strokes away.
"I'd like more than a hand job," he replied.
"Okay," I said, releasing his cock and balls. John reached for me and I stepped away. "Let's take it easy for a minute. I don't want you to shoot too quickly." I sat on the edge of the bed. "Tell me about spying on us." I remembered all my times kneeling in the dark hall outside Mom and Dad's bedroom, masturbating as I watched them having sex.
"Dad brings women home occasionally, but they're usually his age," John said. "With you, I just couldn't help myself. I heard you screaming in the shower but couldn't see much. When Dad put you on the bed, I stood in the shadows and watched him go down, then fuck you."
"I was really beating off," John continued. "My cock was throbbing when you were screaming about him shooting inside you, but I didn't quite cum. When Dad fell asleep and you started masturbating, I had to see better." He paused, then continued thoughtfully, "You trapped me. How did you know I was there?"
"I felt your lust," I answered. "I don't know how it works, but it does. Knowing you were watching in the dark while I beat off really made me hot." John's eyes widened as I opened my legs. "I'm all wet inside," I pulled my pussy lips open, revealing my hot pink core. "Look at her," I said, spreading even wider. "She needs a man . . . now."
John was frozen, staring at my open snatch, not quite believing what he'd just heard. "Come fuck me," I commanded, lying back on the bed with my legs spread wide open.
He climbed on top of me and we kissed briefly. "Just fuck me," I demanded. "I need your cock in my snatch."
He was lying between my legs and sliding his dick along my slit, clumsily trying to enter my folds.
"Just push in," I said, adjusting my pelvis to accommodate his motions. John had to be a virgin. He had no idea how to fuck a woman. "Here she is, Baby," I whispered, guiding John into position with my hand. "Your cock-head's opening my pussy mouth. Push forward and you'll be inside me."
"Wow!" he marveled. My cunt muscles caressed his head and shaft as he slid his full length into me. "I'm really fucking a girl . . . Oh shit!"
I felt the hot cum pulsing from his penis. John's body was rigid and he looked ready to burst into tears. "I'm so sorry," he said in a voice thick with anger and frustration. "I can't do anything right." His cock softened rapidly. Even my tight vaginal muscles couldn't hold him inside me.
