Olivia, Cody’s best friend’s mom, helped him lose his virginity the summer before college, and both were entirely smitten. Everything was new to Cody, and Olivia was a very apt teacher. Staying over for the weekend, pretending he was visiting his friend Jack, who was with his dad, they plumbed the depths of their sexual longing. Then Olivia surprised him at home with a covert blowjob in his own mother’s sewing room, declaring her love for him again. He is very happy, and so is the Hottest Mom.
Monday afternoon after swim practice, Olivia and I showered as soon as I arrived, getting the chlorine smell off of me, and beginning the night’s foreplay, soap all over my gorgeous lover and her sexy breasts and ass. This time we didn’t play in the shower, and when she started to kneel for another incredible blowjob, I demurred, suggesting we wait just a little while. I pretended I was more tired than I actually was, and let her lead me to what had become our bed.
In truth, I had a surprise for her this time, something I had planned for since Thursday’s surprise blowjob. Running my hands over her breasts and torso, I felt Liv respond, breathing a little heavier, her kisses getting more passionate. I trailed my right hand down her belly, and brought it to rest on her thick, black bush. I parted her pussy lips and started probing the warm opening with two fingers. I marveled at how she could remain wet all the time with me, when I had to take some time recovering after each orgasm, no matter how willing and eager and sexy she was.
Slowly fingering her pussy, I spread the lips with my fingers, and put a third inside her. She reached and placed her left hand on mine, feeling my hand working inside her. Her other arm snaked around me, sipping air in time to my leisurely stroking of her pussy. “MMMmmmMMM…,” she moaned with each movement. “Cody, I thought you were tired, baby.” She sounded delighted that my lassitude wasn’t going to be an obstacle to our evening.
“Never for you, Liv. I’m going to do something for you now…” I started kissing down her neck, pausing to pass my tongue over the erotic dark nipples, kissing and sucking on them, bringing them fully erect.
Her next moans were brimming with pleasure. “Cody, baby, that feels great…” Every time she spoke my name it was like a talisman, making me want her more.
Just below the tanlines outlining her gorgeous breasts, I laid a path of little kisses straight down, past her navel, finally reaching my ultimate destination. I withdrew my fingers from her hole, and spread them apart to open her labia, then touched the very tip of my tongue to her clitoris, letting it gently undulate along its length.
“Oh, Cody, oh, oh, oh…” Her moans were barely audible, but heartfelt. I circled my tongue around the dark fleshy clit, and felt my cock straining, thick and ready to plunge inside her again, fill her with my semen, but this was for her, a thank you for the wonderful blowjob she’d given me in my mom’s sewing room. I wanted to give her this gift, something I’d seen done only in a stag film.
Stretching out with my face positioned over her bush, my legs dangled over the edge of the bed while I used my thumb and forefinger at the top of her pussy, rubbing the fleshy nub there on either side while my tongue and lips played along the length of it. Her pussy went from moist to fully wet, and I inserted my tongue into her hole to gather her juices, spreading them along her slit and clit.
Olivia’s back arched when I started sucking on her clit. “Oh, fuck, baby…” Her cries were barely even whispers, but she began to pant in time to my kissing and licking at her pussy, lapping at the wetness barely contained there. I continued for several minutes, and her voice rose steadily.
“Oh, fuck… Ah, Cody, baby! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” Her back arched again, and I glanced up her tummy to see her hands cupping her breasts, caressing and gently pinching her nipples. “Baby… Please don’t stop, my love, my darling man, oh fuck!” Now her hips started to move, humping upwards, rubbing her thick and lush bush all over my face, her juices wet and hot and fragrant and delicious on my tongue.
Her hands released her pale breasts, flew down to the top of my head, her fingers intertwining in my hair. She didn’t quite force my face into her pussy, but she clearly didn’t want me to stop, and I was eager to keep going until my beautiful girl felt the same orgasmic sensations she had given me. At that same moment, her labia, her whole pussy, tightened and shook, and she screamed out into the room. Her juices covered my face from my upper lip to my chin, both of my cheeks almost dripping with them.
“Fuck! Cody!” This time her voice was louder, uninhibited passion. Her belly shook the way it had the first time I’d shot my load inside her, and she was writhing and gasping as she came. Her fingers still seized my hair, tightened, and I knew I would keep going, keep licking her pussy and clit until she came again and again.
Her next sound was a wordless gasp, and her juices flowed more freely, in erotic response to my gift. She released my hair, and her arms spread wide across the bed, hands clenching the sheets savagely. She was ready to cum again, her voice raised in an erotic crescendo as I felt a third climax reach for her in its velvety, iron grip. “Oh, fuck, baby! OOO-ooo-OOO-oooh!” This moan was long and drawn out, rising and falling almost like a siren, heralding her oncoming climax.
Olivia shook and moaned, her juices flowing freely while I kept licking her, sucking on her clit. Her back arched with her third orgasm, expelling splashes of her sweet juices, and I felt her start to relax, finally spent, as her juices dripped out of her onto my tongue and our sheets.
At her second climax, I had barely held back from shooting my load, my hard-on pressed against the edge of the mattress, feeling every motion of her body, every vibration focused on my erection. At her third orgasm, I was nearly overwhelmed with the urge not to hold back, to let my semen flood onto the sheets, but this, I firmly reminded myself, is for her. I couldn’t wait any longer, had to fill her pussy right away, and I hoped I had done enough.
As Olivia collapsed back gasping, practically inert, I moved my face away from her crotch, and kissed my way rapidly back up her body, sliding my skin along her length, between her pale breasts and up to her chin, then her full, kissable lips. She opened her mouth and our tongues immediately grappled. Grabbing my quivering pole in one hand, I inserted it inside her soaking wet hole, thrusting all the way into her. She responded with a faint groan, and spread her legs a little further, crossing her ankles at the small of my back.
Only three thrusts, and my orgasmic screams were as loud as hers had been. She let her eyes flicker open, and she gave me a satisfied, tired smile, stroking my flanks as the last of my cum drained into the happy warmth of her sopping wet pussy. I rolled over to her side, utterly exhausted, and we lay there, chests heaving in happy post-coital fatigue. She turned to face me and opened her mouth, kissing me for a long, long time.
Sometime later, our bodies parted fractionally, and she turned to me. “Fuck, Cody. Where did you learn how to eat pussy like that?”
“A couple of pornos…”
She shook her head with mirth and snorted in a very genteel way. “Most pussy-eating scenes last about five minutes. Or less.” At my look, she said, “What? Men aren’t the only ones who like watching people fuck, especially if we haven’t done it in months…” She heaved a sigh and looked into my eyes with love. “That was incredible… Thank you, baby!”
I felt very proud of myself, and very appreciated. “I wanted to give you the same gift you gave me, and didn’t want to stop until you were done. I…almost came while I was doing that, almost shot all over your sheets with your pussy in my mouth, Liv.” She drew me in and kissed me again, letting her tongue dance along mine, and we were both breathless with raw desire.
Olivia leaned into my shoulder, and closed her eyes. “Thank you, Cody. Thank you for caring enough to do that for me. And, by the way, very hot how you almost came while licking me…”
“It was easy, Liv. I love you very much.”
“God,” she exhaled softly. “You really were raised right. And I love you. Totally.”
By now we were both utterly worn out, and slept until after sundown.
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We spent every one of the next several days together, and a couple of nights, telling my parents again I was over at Jack’s house. A quick call to Jack at his dad’s place made the deception complete; I told him I was seeing a girl, and would be spending the night with her “if all goes well”. I also told him not to call me at home until he got back into town. The fact that this coincided with when I couldn’t be with Olivia worked out perfectly. As it turned out, my parents trusted what I’d told them, and never called to check up on me. I felt a little bit bad for lying to them, but Liv was worth the added bit of sin.
At the same time, I couldn’t avoid swim practice; another meet loomed on the horizon, this time against Orinda’s team, so I still had to spend part of my afternoons out of her loving arms.
We engaged in a parade of sex in almost every room of her house, and almost every position we could think of, and outdoors, as well as several blowjobs, for which I rewarded her with a great deal of cunnilingus. Liv had a “Dirty Book,” a well-thumbed sex manual filled with all kinds of erotic gymnastics, the kind of book that pre-Liv would have driven me into a masturbatory frenzy.
When she showed it to me the first time, Wednesday night, we were resting from our first fuck session of the evening. We had both climaxed, almost managing to do so at the same time, and it was time for a little breather. The sun wasn’t too far from going down for the evening, nor were we, around eight o’clock.
“Cody, have something I’d like us to look at. Together.” Olivia was laid back against me, her head on my chest, perpendicular, showing her gorgeous body in delectable profile. Her midnight black hair lay streaming on my torso, soft and warm and tickling me just a little when she moved. The manual lay open, her tits furnishing an impromptu bookrest.
I glanced over, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the numerous line and color drawings of a man and a woman, usually just two, in various states of congress, positions too numerous for me to have ever heard of, much less seen, before. “Liv, do you want to try all of these tonight?”
Olivia laughed contentedly. “Cody, my love, the cover says there are over six hundred of them cover to cover.” She looked over at me. “Maybe just one or two when you’re up to it?”
She flipped quickly through it, too fast for me to catch all the positions, and only one or two names of them. One page she lingered on had the woman in a corset and garters, and an open black bra but nothing else. She also had a riding crop tilted rakishly over one shoulder, and in the foreground her partner was bound at his wrists and feet. “Even that one?” Pain did nothing for me, but that outfit…
Olivia snickered, then snorted. “Baby, I might wear that, but tying you up wouldn’t be my cup of tea. At all… I like when you move around…”
“I like when you move around, Liv…”
“Glad to hear it! So, we’re agreed, no swatting, no spanking, no whips or chains?”
My laugh must have sounded a little nervous, and she shot me a look, but one of concern. “No, Liv, not into pain. We’ll find other ways to stay interested in each other.”
She clapped the book shut and sat up to deposit it on her nightstand, then turned over, her chin resting on my chest, her hands on her cheeks. “So glad you’re still interested in me!”
“Always…” A thought nagged at me. “Do…do a lot of”—I almost said adults—”married couples get bored with sex?”
Liv frowned, and looked at me pensively. “I guess so. A lot of my friends have one of these, they tell me, but they only look through ’em, and don’t really use them. I haven’t used any of these, bought this after Maximilian moved out. I’ve read it a few times, but I haven’t had anyone to try these with. Even the few guys I’ve dated after didn’t keep me interested long enough to break it out.”
“So, you want to try something new?” Is she bored already?
Liv kissed up my chest to my lips, and kissed me long and slowly. “Cody, I don’t want to try something new. I want to try everything with you…”
We didn’t need it that evening, but after our third time, we sat up looking at it and seeing what we might try sometime soon. Once more, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, contented and happy.
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Thursday morning, a week after The Swallowing, as I’d come privately to think of it, she was cooking us some breakfast, and I came up behind her. She was wearing an apron and nothing else, and I was naked. Nuzzling her neck and running my tongue along her spine, from the very top of her buttocks all the way to the nape of her neck, I felt her start to react. She turned off the gas under the pan, and without turning spread her legs apart, a luscious wet inverted V. I didn’t need a road map here.
Liv pushed her tush back, just like in the pool shower the first time, and bent forward over the counter, breasts flattening and spreading beyond the sides of the apron on the tiled surface. She was as always wet and ready, and my cock slipped easily inside her all the way. My hands moved to her hips, both balancing and bracing myself, and I pounded her pussy vigorously.
She and I were moaning together, completely synchronized. “Oh, Cody, fuck my pussy, baby, fuck me all morning, all fucking day, my love…” I looked down and saw my cock vanishing inside her with each thrust, reappearing slick and soaked with her juices. Her musky scent mingled with the cooling, half-fried bacon in the pan, the aroma of baking cinnamon rolls in the oven. I never loved breakfast so much as in that moment.
Pounding her quickly, her moans joined with mine, we came at the same moment the timer rang, telling us the rolls were ready. Gasping, I pulled out of her, listening to her fading cries in the kitchen as my cum dripped out of her vagina onto the clean linoleum floor.
Liv ignored the oven for a moment longer, and turned to face me, seizing my face in her hands and kissing me, erotic little smooches all over. “That was wonderful, Cody!” She smiled wickedly. “If I had known you loved bacon so much, I’d make it every day for you! You know we came at the same time, right, baby?”
Still recovering, I panted, “Yeah,” and accented it with a nod. I found later in life that cumming at the same time was a rarity for most people, and to be treasured. I already felt treasured by Olivia, and she by me, and we wanted to do that again very soon.
The cinnamon rolls were wonderful, the bacon even better, her pussy the best. We ate quietly, both of us savoring the recent memory of our first kitchen sex, or at least mine, the afterglow lingering long after we’d finished eating and I’d helped her with the dishes. I headed out for the community pool and swim practice shortly thereafter, missing her the minute I was out the door.
Around eleven, Liv surprised me with an appearance at the pool, wearing the bikini she reserved for public consumption, and laying out with the rest of the moms. She looked happy and relaxed, and I wondered if any of the moms didn’t know she was getting laid regularly. At least, it was obvious to me she looked happy, even content, and I felt very happy myself to be a part of it. No suspicious glances came my way from the less-hot moms, or my mother, so I knew our secret escapades weren’t a part of the Mom Gossip for the day.
After a couple of hours, just around the time practice ended, she picked up her things and, by chance, to anyone watching, offered me a ride home. I showered and shaved upstairs, while Olivia chatted up my mom, said she was going to give me a ride back to her house, since Jack was working on an airplane model while I was at practice. I grabbed a change of clothes, kissed my mom on the cheek and headed out with my gorgeous, clandestine girlfriend.
Minutes after arriving, we were in the conversation pit, watching cable on the television console I hadn’t given a single thought to since first kissing her. We were naked and on top of a couple of towels she’d laid out on the chocolate cushions. I was seated against the back of a couch, legs spread, and she was backed into me, same position, her ample tush cushioning my half-erect cock, while we watched some comedy neither of us had heard of when it was in the theater, chuckling at every lame joke, just happy to be together.
As soon as the credits started to roll, we made love again, this time taking our time, and letting the towels catch every drop of my cum and her juices, every bit of our sweat. We left the conversation pit clean, and made our way up to bed after dinner and laying out naked for an hour in the waning daylight next to the pool.
In her room, our bed, Liv folded her arms around me, and we traded longing, loving kisses, each of us feeling the slow fires beginning to blaze in each other. Her full breasts were as enticing as ever, and I realized with some surprise it had been only two weeks since we’d begun our relationship. She was the perfect girlfriend, the perfect first lover, and it seemed like we had been together forever. Liv was always happy with and around me, and I was eager not to make any missteps in my first adult romance.
The hard nipples I bathed with my tongue drove wriggles up and down her spine, and she hugged me close again, tossing her head back and moaning to the ceiling when I described tiny little circles, tender and loving, around her nipples, trading between her right and left for several minutes. “God, Cody, baby…” She couldn’t get a coherent sentence out, which was how I felt every time she had her mouth around my cock, her fingers fondling my balls. Moving to the center of her chest, her two tits on either side of my face, I started to kiss down her stomach, headed to her snatch, her and my favorite destination of choice.
“Cody, wait…” I was surprised, but stopped in the middle of trailing my tongue past her navel to the delights her bush hid from everyone but me.
“Everything okay, Liv?”
“Very… I just want to…try something new.” Suddenly she looked both bashful and naughty, deliciously naughty, trusting me with a dirty secret, or letting me try another sexual variation with her. Any time spent with her revealed new, wonderful depths to her sensual and sexual nature.
“Lie on your back next to me…”
Only slightly disappointed in the interruption of my pussy-eating, I did as she asked, and lay on the bed, even with her. “That book… I was reading it without you last night, while you slept. I want to… Let’s try something. I’ve never done it before. Never wanted to. You’re perfect for it, though…” Liv climbed on top of me, the full length of her tanned body against mine.
“You’ve been on top before, my love…” She beamed at me, and it was obvious she enjoyed hearing those words almost as much as me calling her ‘Liv’.
“I know, but not this way.” She kissed me again, a slow, incredible kiss, her tongue caressing mine, her lips against mine, total passion in her manner. Olivia disengaged, and pulled her face off of mine. “Trust me, Cody.”
“Always, Liv…”
She turned around, pivoting on top of me, her silky skin against mine, my cock hardening even more as I realized what she wanted to do. Liv was still full-length against me, with her pussy right over my face…and, I knew, her mouth right over my hard-on. I felt her fingers lift my cock from against my stomach, pointing it towards the ceiling, and the unmistakable feeling of her tongue painting the very tip of my cock with her spit.
“Oh, fuck, Liv…” My arms encircled her waist, and I drew myself upwards, lifting my mouth the rest of the way to her labia, and the lovely fragrance of her pussy, hot and moist and sweet. I kissed her bush, parting the way for my tongue to start licking along her slit, and she moaned, to my ears in full enjoyment, and grateful that I understood what she wanted. Her sunrise tattoo was well in my sight, and seemed to approve of my eating her pussy, giving me the same welcoming smile I’d seen on her the first time.
Her moans as I started to lick her pussy in earnest were an audible erotic waterfall. I tried very hard to concentrate on her twat; what I didn’t want was to cum too soon and deprive my gorgeous lover of the treat we were sharing, shortening this session far more than I thought would be acceptable. Liv was always loving and understanding, but I struggled not to let my load come out, fountain up into her waiting mouth, upon her velvety tongue and sexy, perfect teeth…
She spoke, barely murmuring the words in between taking me inside. “You…ahh!…can’t see it, baby, but I’m sucking your cock while you eat my pussy…” The last word was little more than a breath of warm air, her narration not strictly necessary; I could feel her mouth take me in all the way, the soft wetness of her tongue and lips competing with the soft wetness of her cunt as I lapped at it. “Cody, baby… Make me cum while I suck your cock… Make me cum, baby…”
The kinky black hairs blanketing her parted labia tickled my cheeks as I redoubled my efforts, licking her pussy with everything I had, trying desperately not to focus on how close I was to shooting my load. I gasped and groaned, fighting back against the inevitable surge of cum. She was so wet, and her juices almost dripped down on my tongue, tasting like musk and honey, deep and sweet.
My cock was out of her mouth again, cooling in the bedroom air. “I want you to… I want to cum so hard. I fucking love sucking your cock, fucking love it… Baby… Make me…cum!” I felt her body tense in preparation, and the flow of her juices intensified. She was impossibly wet, her pussy soaking my face and mouth and lips and tongue, and I couldn’t hold on, couldn’t hold back, and kept licking and sucking on her clit… Cum first, my gorgeous Liv… It was the closest thing to a prayer I could think of.
Her hips started to rock, humping my face, pressing her womanhood into it, bathing and wetting all of it, and I heard her start to gasp, her moans getting louder. I couldn’t concentrate on any single portion of her pussy, and let her pussy travel up and down, from her mons to the very furthest point of her hole, and back again. The friction of her bush on my face was in time to the blowjob she was giving me, both speeding up in perfect unison.
“Fuck… Fuck!” Her hips pushed back, her bush and pussy settling on my face, pressing into them as my gorgeous girl came. Her orgasm tore a scream from her beautiful lips, sending vibrations down my erection, as she gobbled my rod again, moaning around it, desperately fucking me with her mouth, sucking my cum out as her juices splashed onto my face…
Resistance was pointless. Satisfied that I had given her what she wanted, what I wanted her to have, I let go, and felt my balls spasm, jetting semen along the length of my cock, spilling over her lips and all the way into her mouth, a fountain of cum she was satisfying her carnal thirst with. I gasped, feeling her still running her lips up and down, swallowing all of my cum even as her frenzied humping began to abate.
She collapsed on top of me, moaning along with me. After long minutes, she climbed gingerly off my face and lay down next to me, turning face to face. A small dribble of cum had gotten onto her cheek, but if she noticed it didn’t make a difference to her. She planted her mouth on mine, and we shared the remnants of my cum and her juices, my hands roaming all over her body, until coming to rest, one under her head and the other on her sleek hip.
Liv looked at me, her eyes deep and satisfied and somehow still longing. “Thank you, Cody, thank you…” We kissed some more, and I loved that she loved her taste on my lips, and the taste of my cum in her mouth. I’d tasted my own cum before, and on her lips it was luscious and wonderful.
“Liv…that was fucking intense! Hot…”
She smiled at me, the woman I loved and was so happy to be with. “I told you I never tried that before. With anyone, baby. You were perfect, Cody…” She closed her eyes and laid her cheek on mine. “I love you, Cody.”
“I love you too, Liv.”
After about half an hour, we got up and made our way into the shower, cleaning everything off of us with a great deal of loving care. Our caresses and touches didn’t quite make it to the point of any more making out, for now. Our kisses were sedate and somehow confident in the afterglow of our first sixty-nine. The dreamy look in Liv’s eyes exactly matched how I felt holding and loving her. We didn’t speak, toweling each other off, and held hands while climbing into bed, then curled up together to go to sleep.
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Friday night we fell into an exhausted sleep after midnight, having essayed two or three of the more exotic positions, more or less successfully. I told her how much I loved her, and waking up next to her when we could in the morning, and she fell asleep smiling, head on my shoulder.
Sleeping, I dreamed Liv was running her tongue all up and down my body, a giantess taking me whole into her mouth and bathing me all over with her immense velvety tongue, cradling and bathing every inch of my naked body with it. I slid head first into her mouth and felt her sucking and licking from the top of my head down past my chest, on down to my stomach and groin, all the way down to the feet she was holding me by, being a giant popsicle for her.
Her sensual moans surrounded me, a delicious vibration all along the length of my body as she tasted me all over. In the logic of my dream, I checked to see whether I was melting, and I thankfully wasn’t. Liv was running her lips slowly all over my naked body, my whole body feeling like a rigid cock, ready to shoot my load all the way down her throat.
Hungry, eager moans surrounded me, making me quiver all along my length, as she grew louder and louder, and I started to moan in time to her thrusting of me all the way to the back of her mouth, all the way to her throat. Her breath swept over my body, hot and sweet, smelling like roses and cherries and pussy…
I was abruptly awake, gazing down the length of my body to see Liv giving me a blowjob with a great deal of gusto. I put one arm behind my head, on top of the pillow, to watch the cocksucking show she was starring in, with my cock in a supporting role, it seemed. At the same time, she was stroking my side and stomach as she sucked me deep inside, all the way to her tonsils, stifling the moans that had brought me back to consciousness in such a glorious way. The room was dim, but the full moon cast enough illumination through the skylight in her bedroom to see her.
Her tanlines, slightly paler than the fully tanned skin on the rest of her, were ghostly hints of her entire body, and they made the rest of her invisible at first. Liv lay face down, legs spread in a V to my left as she bobbed her head rhythmically. The dark hair I cherished lay like a shroud over my crotch, moving like a windswept curtain, concealing her mouth except for brief glimpses through the straight strands of hair. As I watched, I saw her hips grinding against the mattress, dipping down at the apex to push her pussy into the sheets, humping in time to her sucking. Her hand left my body and snaked down underneath her belly to her crotch, and I heard the wet sound when she penetrated herself, and let an ecstatic coo erupt from her throat around my hard-on.
Liv paused long enough to sweep her luxurious raven hair over left side of her neck, revealing everything. Her cheeks were tight and bowed inward with the incredible and divine suction she was giving me, bobbing her face up and down on my shaft, sucking me lovingly, perfectly. She was moaning softly, involved in the act completely, and I felt my orgasm rising to match hers. “Liv…,” was all I could say, the barest of whispers.
Now she glanced sidelong up my naked chest, her mouth still working my hard-on, then with a wicked grin, Liv withdrew her face from my cock, grinning with pure love and purer lust. “I think you’re ready, baby…” Removing her left hand from her pussy, she turned and crawled onto me, lifted her right leg over my hips to straddle me, rubbing her thick black bush against my cock, and I felt more than saw the wet slit within, slightly spread, moist and ready for me.
Leaning forward, she kissed me on the lips, and reared back, sitting upright on my crotch, then delicately but firmly slid my erection down her bush and inside her. I once saw a statue of an Egyptian goddess in a book, and Liv was as regal as that long-distant deity, kneeling, commanding, a regal and erotic goddess taking her due from her worshipper. Her rich, musky scent enveloped me even as her pussy enveloped my cock again. Her whisper was low, erotic, and filled with passion and longing. “Just enjoy, Cody… I’m going to do all the work this time…”
My hard-on was nestled tightly inside her, surrounded by the wonderful, moist warmth, and she started to move. At first, she lazily humped me, using her hips to massage my cock, going slowly because, I knew, she wanted to fuck until dawn, maybe forever. Her lips pursed, and her soft ooohs escaped into our bedroom. Bracing one hand on my hip, she brought her right hand up to caress her breasts. Her hand was a shadow eclipsing her pale breasts, and I could see her massaging and pinching first one nipple, then the other, bringing her whole body to a slow simmer, on its way to a rolling boil.
After several minutes, she moved that hand down to join the other at my hips, and opened her eyes. She opened her mouth, but didn’t speak; another moan, this one louder, meant for my ears, came out, and I felt the most delightful shiver as I let her fuck me slowly.
Bracing against my hips, Liv leaned slightly forward, and looked down, her long hair now falling and brushing my chest. She was watching my cock move in and out of her pussy, the same as I had been doing. Then, she started rotating her hips, settling them down onto my groin, describing a languid oval, and I noticed her breath was coming in the same cycle as her movements. Liv seemed intent on rubbing every inch of my cock against every inch of her pussy, all the way and deep inside her, moving deliberately, and I felt all sides of my hard-on, engulfed by her twat, moving in the same motion with her.
After watching her pussy take me in for a while, she let her hips speed up. Now the languid oval became a more rapid circle, her bush rubbing against mine, and she looked up at the ceiling, moaning at the sensation. The sound of my cock in her pussy was a thick sloshing, wet like a tropical forest, and the fragrance of her musk permeated the room. Liv’s pale breasts and pussy shone with reflected moonlight as she moaned again, louder, and I answered with the same.
Suddenly, she pitched forward, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders, and her circular motion devolved into a frantic animal humping, to and fro, eager to draw me into her, our, orgasm. Her entire body convulsed with the rapid motion, drawing me along with her to carnal bliss. “Oh, Cody, baby…” Her whisper felt like a shout, and I felt my dick began to throb, ready to accompany her climax and pump her full of my cum. My first movement of the entire session was to seize her hips in my hands, feeling the motion as she sped up on me.
The black curtain of her hair drifted down, shifting back and forth like a gentle downpour on my chest, waves of it grazing and tickling my skin up to my shoulders. Her next words flowed out in a passionate hiss. “Cum, Cody, fill my pussy… Cum, baby, cum inside me…” The last word trailed off into a low groan, and the muscles of her belly and cunt started to pulse, heralding her climax.
I couldn’t hold on any longer. “I’m going to…cum…Liv…” She moaned and shook, and at the same moment I let my cock unload, fountaining hot semen into her pussy, up inside her as far as it could travel. We kept humping and moaning for a couple of minutes before she collapsed onto me, her cheek on my chest.
“Fuck, Cody… I love you…” This was the second time we came together, I thought, and was just as wonderful as the first.
“I love you too, Liv.” I stroked her satiny back and her hair, feeling my erection fading, my cum and her juices mingling and cooling on my crotch. “So,” I began after a little while, “wonderful way to wake me up, babe…”
“I had a very sexy dream. It woke me up, and there you were, naked and sexy right there, and I didn’t want to wait until morning. You didn’t mind me waking you?”
I laughed a little tiredly. “Having the hottest woman ever suck my cock to wake me up is always okay with me!” I kissed the her forehead, and she looked up into my eyes before kissing me on the lips, which rapidly became a torrid make-out session, our bodies pressed against each other, her beautiful breasts and round hips pushed fervently into mine, grinding against my semi-hard cock. She reached down to my groin, kneading and rubbing my dick, frantically ready to have me inside her again.
“Baby, Liv, let me catch my breath…” Her touch felt great, but without some refraction time it was like flogging the proverbial dead horse.
Still panting, she withdrew her hand and kissed me on the cheek. “Sorry, Cody. I’m just so horny right now, and you’re just who I need to scratch that itch.” She kissed me again, on the lips, and hugged me tight.
“I had a sexy dream too…” I told her about the whole body fellatio I had dreamed of, evidently driven by her early morning blowjob. She snuggled in close, her hands wandering all over me while her face fixed on mine, listening intently to every detail.
When I was done, she smiled. “That is so much hotter than my dream, babe…”
“Tell me.”
She looked away shyly. “It’s just a dream, okay?” When I nodded, she started slowly, then gained volume and confidence as she related her smutty nocturnal fantasy. She had found herself in a huge tiled shower, like the one at her high school, bathing with other women, mostly other moms from the community pool. There were no separate stalls, just chromium columns with five shower heads on each, spraying about thirty women and herself. Everyone was covered with lather, giggling and letting it slide off their bodies in the streams of steaming water.
Liv had turned and noticed a man enter the shower room, naked, and he took the shower next to hers. He was muscular, well built, and his huge cock was at full attention. Without a word, she reached over to him and started soaping his chest and shoulders, getting the lather all over him, and moved down to his erection, playing with it, stroking his testicles. In her dream, she put just the head of his dick into her mouth, savoring the taste and smoothness. Some of the other women noticed, and came over to help soap him up, then added her to their attentions. Before she knew it, all of the other moms were lathering and cleaning and caressing the stranger, Liv, and each other.
In the dream still, Liv turned away from him and bent over, presenting her pussy and ass for him. The dream man grabbed her hips and entered her pussy—”it felt so real, baby!”—pushing inside her, filling her up all the way before he started pounding her in front of all the other moms. A couple of the other women started feeling her breasts, running their hands all over them and all over her buttocks and her pussy, which was somehow shaved, completely hairless, before the rest of them joined in, groping and fondling every inch of her while the stranger’s cock pleasured her. Their fingers penetrated her pussy along with his hard-on, and a finger snuck into her anus, fingering her in time to his thrusts. She felt two breasts at her mouth, and started licking and sucking at them, awakening to find her own fingers inside her, rubbing herself , close to a real world orgasm.
“And that’s when I decided to wake you up!” She looked into my face again, beaming gleefully. “It was just a dream. You’re okay, right, Cody?” She looked a little concerned, and I remembered that a dream like that was something Maximilian would have taken great offense at, if she had even admitted to it, probably forcing her to swallow his load several times as punishment.
I kissed her gently. “Liv, it is just a dream. I used to have those all the time… Do you?” Her sudden concern moved me, and I wanted more than anything for her to feel safe and secure, able to tell me anything.
Liv straddled me still, the warm length of her gorgeous body motionless except for her breathing and her mouth, giving me the full body hug I loved before, during and after we would make love, but for all that I felt her finally relax. She shook her head, and I felt her long hair brush against my chest and face. “No, Cody, very seldom. The last one I had I was watching another couple…”
“Not your ex?”
“No!” Her denial was emphatic, complete. “Just some random couple, they’re naked, I’m naked, and I watch them fucking on a bed in the next room.” She snorted quietly. “When I wake up from those, I’m horny and lonely. Never feel lonely with you, Cody.” She kissed me again.
“I’m glad for that, Liv.”
She smiled. “You said you used to have sex dreams a lot. What do you dream about now?”
“You…”
She kissed me again, a long, loving parting of her lips, and our tongues, tired for the moment of talking, danced sensuously in our mouths. Liv rolled off, and snuggled in close to me, her head perched on my shoulder. “I love you, Cody.” Before I could answer she closed her eyes and was asleep without any delay. We slept that way the rest of the night, leaving the bedspread and summer blanket strewn on the floor.
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“Mom? Mo-om!” The shout echoed through the downstairs, and we both sat bolt upright, instantly awake, a little after ten-thirty Saturday morning. The voice repeated itself, and we heard footfalls on the steps. It was Jack, and neither of us wanted him to catch me naked in Liv’s bed, or in Liv herself, obviously having fucked the night away with his mother.
Olivia moved faster than I would have believed. She was out of the bed and into a pair of light blue sweat pants instantly, zipping up the matching jacket swiftly but avoiding snagging a nipple in it, and stepped through the bedroom door, closing it quietly but firmly. “Hold on, Jack.” The tone was imperious, not to be questioned; I knew it well from my own mother.
They talked for about a minute, Olivia receding down the hall to the stairs. I heard the words ‘father’ and ‘early’, and the word ‘sister’, and a lot of muffled, authoritative words from her. Then the front door opened and shut, and she stepped back in.
“Fucking Maximilian…” She slipped lithely out of the sweats, tossed them onto the floor and climbed back onto the bed, half on top of me. “Jack and Carla are already back, more than a day early. He does this every so often just to fuck with me, maybe to see if a strange car is in the driveway.” She snarled the words.
I kissed her, and she relaxed. Lightly, I said, “Well, I am parking in your garage.”
She giggled, and quickly dissolved into outright laughter, holding me close. “Fuck! Cody, you say the perfect things sometimes.” She kissed me again, and I felt her heating up, ready for me to be inside her again. My hands stroked her breasts, and slipped down along her hips, one finger moving into her now-familiar pubic thatch and the wonders within. Liv moaned, pressing her breasts against me, then reluctantly stopped.
“Baby, we can’t. I so want to right now, but I sent them off to buy a pizza. And eat it there. Dammit!” She rolled off the bed, casting me a yearning glance, and started dressing, this time the sexy mom jeans and a sensible top, preceded by her red satin bra and panties. I lay there watching her, still naked and getting hard, and she turned to me. “I mean it, Cody. You can’t be here when they get back. You’d be stuck here all weekend…”
I got out of bed and went to her. “I’d be fine with being stuck here, Liv…”
She kissed me quickly. “I want you to stay over, but neither of us is at all quiet when we get going. I love being loud and free and uninhibited with you, but I don’t want my kids to hear me having sex with anyone.” Her next kiss was slow, tender. “Even you.”
“I understand, Liv.” After washing up in her bathroom sink, my clothes covering both my disappointment as well as my skin, I had an idea. “Let me go into the backyard, do some work there. Jack will see me and think I’m doing yard work and not be suspicious when he sees me leave.”
With a merry laugh, Olivia kissed me. “Okay! Go down there now, just in case they come home early, and get the clippers or whatever else you need!” She hugged me tight, and whispered, “I love you, Cody.”
“I love you, Liv.”
Grabbing the clippers, gloves and a couple of bags, I set to work. There wasn’t a whole lot to do, but I made a good show of it, and had just taken the pool scooper off the wall when Jack came out back. “Hey, Cody.”
“Hey Jack. I thought you were at your dad’s.”
“We were. Carla got tired of hearing him and Ilse the She-Wolf fucking. Her room is upstairs by theirs, and I’m in the basement. Sweet set-up, but Carla was annoyed.”
“Sorry. Nicer than your room here?”
“Yeah. Bigger, more stuff. You should come over and visit sometime.”
“So her name is Ilse?”
Jack laughed. “It actually really is, and she’s a royal bitch whenever we’re around. I guess she doesn’t like to be reminded my dad has kids or an earlier marriage.”
“Huh.” I pondered that for a moment. “Jack, did your dad…like your mom?”
“Hell-a-fino. He and Ilse don’t seem to get along that well unless they’re in the sack. I’m just glad I don’t have to hear it when I’m there.”
“Too bad Carla does.” At his blank stare, I explained, “So you wouldn’t have to come home early ’cause she’s uncomfortable.”
“True.” He sighed, which turned into a baritone rumble. He was a year younger, but already more muscular, taller than me. “Guess all really hot women turn into bitches.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Maybe it’s just step-moms. Our moms are…good-looking, and they’re nice.”
He didn’t answer at first, but smiled congenially. “Hey, you almost done here?”
“Yeah. You want me out of here when you bring Stacy over?”
“Not seeing her since May. Nice enough, but she didn’t give me a reason to keep seeing her.”
Now I was curious. “You have sex with her?”
“No, got close twice, then she got all clingy, and I felt like I was on a leash.” It sounded more like he’d gotten bored with her, but I played along.
“Was everything else good, Jack?” I was really curious to see what it was like for my friend, looking back from the other side of virginity.
He got a distant look in his eyes, looking up over the fence. “Yeah, she was nice most of the time. Maybe more will happen with my next girlfriend.”
“Cool.”
“Anyway. I’m headed to the party tonight. You coming?”
What I really wanted was to cum, inside his mom again, but I told him okay. I spent most of the afternoon with Jack, doing nothing consequential, and called my parents to let them know there was a swim team party, really the only kind of party they were fine with, that evening. As always, Mom was okay with it, since it was a Saturday, and summer, and, she reassured me, she trusted my judgment.
We stopped at my house on the way so I could shower and change, and he sat at our dining room table, making the sort of uncomfortable conversation young adults endure with parents of their friends. When I came downstairs a few minute later, I heard Mom ask him, “Is your mom seeing anyone yet?,” and nearly missed one of the steps.
“I think she’s seeing some guy, probably a neighbor, since there wasn’t a car there this morning when we got home. She almost ran to the stairs from her room, then sent us out for pizza. Obviously she didn’t want us to see him.” Oh, fuck. I was supposed to be sleeping over at his house last night, and if he’d just gotten home I couldn’t have been there…
My mom, intent on Liv’s sex life, thankfully missed the clue, but my chest was pounding, the same way it did when watching a horror movie, knowing something awful was going to happen, and helpless to stop it. “I wonder who it was… Are you sure? I just want her to be happy.”
“Well, she seems happier. She dropped Cody with us at my dad’s last night, though, so I don’t know for sure.” I felt a breath I didn’t know I was holding leave my lungs. I owed Jack a burger. And fries. For sure.
My mom stopped for a moment, and I saw her frowning. “No, I haven’t seen anyone, and I think she’d tell me.”
“Okay.” Jack saw me then. “Hey, let’s go!” He looked relieved to be out of my mom’s clutches, and had no idea how happy I was to be away from her questions, too.
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The party consisted of about forty of us from the swim team. Chaperones in the form of four sets of parents played tag-team, making sure we weren’t getting too close, and that all our dancing stayed strictly PG. It allowed us to concentrate on fun, but not too much fun.
Nancy and Sheila were there, and I found myself wondering about both of them, who they were with, what they did in private with that special someone, how far they’d gone. That took me to another line of thought, wondering who here was a virgin, who wasn’t, and who, like me, secretly wasn’t.
Olivia was right that mentioning seeing her naked would create a lot more problems than it was worth, and forget about telling anyone I had been in bed with her the last three weeks. That news would piss half of them off, girls and guys, and make the other half curious and insistent. Then, once my parents heard, it would all be over, and me shipped off to military school, a threat I’d heard occasionally when I was younger. At no point did I regret keeping our affair to ourselves, although thinking of it as an affair made me feel a little sophisticated and very adult.
One of the guys snuck a six-pack of Busch beer in; all the guys but me snickered at the name, all wanting to actually peek at a girl’s Busch. His older brother indulged him, buying the beer for ten bucks, way over the going rate. About eight of us snuck out to the backyard, to a corner with very little light and no visibility from any of the windows, and passed three of them out to start with. I had a few sips, but it all felt so…juvenile now that I was about to go to college, and had a smoking hot and sexy girlfriend, who I sadly couldn’t tell anyone about.
Jack, I noticed, was chatting up a cute little redhead, Alice, who had moved into town only a year ago. They traded sips off the same can, and she was grazing his arm and shoulder occasionally with one hand, seemingly testing the waters, which at first glance seemed very comfortable to them both. Her frame was petite, and she was shaped like a gymnast, with small, firm breasts and a very toned rear end. Her specialty was, not surprisingly, the breaststroke, and I felt my face burn with embarrassment at that pun. Her bobbed hair, a coppery helmet atop her head, was the finishing touch. Her smiles for Jack were tentative and covetous, and I wondered if the two of them would be making out later.
My mood started to sour. I felt a little twinge of jealousy only because I couldn’t see Liv this week, couldn’t be in her bed, pounding her soft, wet and willing pussy, licking it, showering with her and sunbathing naked by her pool, covering each other with oil… She was so near, but just out of reach. I knew I couldn’t have her while Jack and Carla were home, and somehow that made my need stronger. Even then, or maybe because of it, I wanted Liv now.
Nancy and Sheila wandered out and joined our little group, trading between them a fourth beer my buddy had doled out, because they were girls. Nancy smiled shyly at me over the rim of the can, which would probably have been welcome any weekend before Liv. I smiled back, then ignored her completely the rest of the evening, leaving after another half an hour to head home and to my lonely bed.