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Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 01

Lucille and Bruce (Part 1. Introduction)

This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no underage sex or cruelty.

It is difficult to understand how Lucille and her husband Bruce Ross had ended up being so involved with one of the local lads, Brian and his mother Mrs Alice Miller. The families were such opposites in all ways.

Lucille had always been so bright and talented and beautiful, it was almost inevitable she would eventually marry her childhood friend Bruce. It was a match of talent and beauty. Both of their parents were delighted.

Lucille had been Head Girl at the local Baptist High School before she went to university where she had obtained a First Class Degree before moving onto various positions and ending up as Artistic Director to a prestigious Design Company.

She was such a thoughtful young woman and liked to be kind to everyone. Lucille worked from home and loved her husband very much.

When she had been 19 in university she had developed an overwhelming crush on her 50 year old History Tutor, Mrs Grace.

It had never passed the bottom patting and squeezing over blouses stage although Lucille had hoped for more.

That had stopped when Mrs Grace had explained "What you must remember Lucille that all relationships must depend on the actual circumstances prevailing at the particular time. You are a young woman almost 20 years of age. I am middle aged and there is nothing wrong with that. But what is critical is that I am your Tutor. If anything was found out I would be in terrible trouble and you would be damaged for quite some time."

Lucille knew her hopes were dashed when Mrs Grace didn't squeeze her bottom or touch her breasts. Over the years she often thought of Mrs Grace and it invariably sent a flushy exciting feeling through her body. Over the years she had told Bruce everything and he had been understanding as ever.

Bruce hadn't had any relationship like that but it was a success story nevertheless. He had been Captain of his schools cricket team and President of his University Debating Society before establishing himself in his own business in his mid-twenties. He was a wizard at electronics and surveillance systems and also worked from home from his workshop set in their large garden and all the big companies sought his advice and help.

He and Lucille had known each other since they were children and it had been both parents dearest wish that the talented couple should eventually marry.

They had started to go out with one another before they were 21 and by the time they were 23 had married and lived in an idyllic cottage by a lovely stream. His father had paid for the cottage and her parents had furnished it for them.

There was no real need as both Bruce and Lucille were both earning fabulous salaries in their own right. Everything was absolutely perfect.

For all of Lucille's Baptist upbringing she had a very healthy sexual appetite and she and Bruce were happy in all respects. Bruce was very clever and athletic and although he wasn't really a big man he enjoyed his bedtime romps with his wife very much. He did feel a little embarrassed about his small size but Lucille assured him that it was unimportant. She really loved him.

Lucille was very adventurous and loved to experiment and role play and relive all her childhood fantasies. Bruce didn't have his wife's tremendous imagination but was completely swept along in the excitement of her fantasies. They gradually became his fantasies as well.

The fantasies were nothing like real life and involved a lot of spanking and mutual masturbation and bisexual suggestions with some pretty dressing up, cuckolding and different age fantasies. They were usually about an older man or older woman with a younger adult. Lucille had told Bruce about Mrs Grace and her subsequent fantasies and could see they excited him. He liked her talking about Mrs Grace.

There was NO under-age element in their fantasies as they both hated the idea of that fetish. It was the same with any idea of pain or hurt. They both deplored that.

Whilst in everyday life none of them ever used bad language, it seemed very natural when in fantasy to talk about the 'c' and 'f' words. They added to the intensity.

They both liked the intimate family fantasies.

This was where the older man came into the fantasy as the elderly father or uncle with Lucy acting as the young married women who idolised Daddy.

Bruce was particularly aroused when Lucy introduced him to dressing in girl's clothes and what really excited him was when his wife applied really thick red lipstick on him with sweet smelling perfume.

Actually Bruce had thought about pretty girls clothes all his life but had never actually indulged. It was so erotic.

As he had quite a small frame, she could dress him up in such a way with a nice hairpiece and pretty dress that he looked more than just attractive. It really aroused him. And her.

In these games they would both relate to their own families. With Bruce in his pretty clothes, his small physical attributes really helped the fantasy especially when Lucille emphasized to him how well her Daddy was endowed. There was a sort of mild humiliation element which they both found intensely exciting. Lucille noticed that Bruce's small penis would become quite large when he was embarrassed.

Somehow in the heat of the fantasy, Bruce became Little Brucie and was very excited at the thought of his father in law having a massive cock.

Lucille could see the excitement in her pretty husband cuckold and this drove her on to describe in detail her father's big knob.

The words would get even more intense as she started to refer to Daddy's prick and how he would make it big for her. Indeed she could see Brucie getting so excited she would repeat her description about Daddy's thick prick with its pulsating knob at the top. Brucie would almost pass out in excitement.

It was ecstatic and sometimes their joint fantasies would be so outrageous and involve both their parents and local dignitaries like the headmaster or the priest.

It really was all fantasy and they both knew they would never do these things in real life. They would sometimes giggle together later wondering what their families would think if they ever found out.

When they were in fantasy mode however it was very very serious and definitely no giggling. Lucille could be very strict indeed if need be, and Little Brucie loved being pretty. When in fantasy mode it was very real for him.

They lived their roles and knew what pleasured the other. When he was Little Brucie he always felt very obedient.

As with all marriages these excitements cooled a little after about 15 years and although they still enjoyed their joint fantasies, it had become almost too regular. Now their secret fantasy games had dropped to about once a month.

They missed the excitement but both accepted that this was quite normal in marriage, although they still had their favourite fantasies. Bruce liked the pretty girlie fantasy and Lucille loved the older lesbian ones.

She thought of Mrs Grace when she was alone and sometimes she would excite her husband by telling him what she liked Mrs Grace to do to her.

When they were in their mid-thirties, they were both feeling very pleased with the way their lives had developed. Lucille used a lot of her spare time helping various charities and did in fact visit quite a lot of poorer people in their homes to offer help. Bruce fully supported his wife and donated generously.

It was on one of these visits that Lucille was particularly moved with the plight of one older mother and son who lived a very poor existence.

The woman Mrs Miller had lost her husband many years earlier and went out cleaning various houses for a pittance to support her son and herself. She didn't have much money to buy nice clothes but she was always spotless and liked to smile.

The boy Brian was about 23 and very withdrawn and had no friends. He didn't have a job as he wasn't very bright.

What appalled Lucille the most, was the fact that the people who employed Mrs Miller paid her so poorly. They were really taking advantage of a middle aged woman who just had to accept what she was given. When she told Bruce he sympathised with his wife and asked her what she intended to do about it.

Lucille felt a little on the back foot and asked what he meant. Bruce simply said "Well we are very well placed, and although we have all the modern appliances we could probably do with some more help in the house and we would pay her the correct rate which would make her life better."

Lucille looked at her husband and realised what a good man he was.

She couldn't understand why she herself hadn't thought of that idea. She kissed Bruce on the forehead and then she had an idea. "Could you find anything in your workshop for Brian to do, Love?"

Bruce nodded. He thought for a moment "Well, I know he is 23 but I don't think he is bright enough to do anything technical, but I think he could clean the shed up for me most days and I could easily spend some time showing him a few things. We can afford to pay him some weekly wage as well."

After that little chat, they both felt better in themselves. They really were good people.

When Mrs Miller and her son Brian arrived on the Monday it was clear that they were awestruck with the luxury. Lucille was her usual lovely self and introduced them to her husband. Bruce brought them all a nice cup of tea and whilst Lucille chatted to Mrs Miller, he took Brian out to see his work shed. It was much more than a shed as it had large windows, carpets and air conditioning and quite luxurious.

Brian was very slow in understanding things and not very communicative but Bruce was pleased that the young man seemed to be very interested in the TV screens and monitors and showed some enthusiasm.

That evening when Lucille and Bruce had a chat about the day's events they were both satisfied as how things had turned out. Mrs Miller and her son would officially start the next day.

Lucille found out quite quickly that Mrs Miller was very hard working and pitched in with the washing and scrubbing and cleaning with very little supervision and she was able to devote all her time to her work for the Design Company.

Bruce quickly established that Brian was quite industrious and although he was very withdrawn and difficult to talk to, he had a great interest in the surveillance systems and was intrigued how Bruce had wired up the various room with CCTV.

Brian did ask "But Mr Ross doesn't that mean you could see everything all the time?"

Bruce thought that was quite a sensible question and said so, and then explained "Every room is also equipped with a 'Switch Off' button so if my wife or myself didn't want to be observed in any room, then all she has to do is flick a switch and the particular room she was in is taken out of the system."

Brian thought it was incredibly clever and for some reason Bruce really enjoyed the lad's admiration.

Over the next 3 months things settled down amazingly well. Although Lucille was quite busy she found herself coming out of her own workroom and enjoying a cup of tea and a chat with the older woman.

Mrs Miller was quite serious but she was so very interesting and told her about her duties in her local church and she also read extensively. She was a devout Roman Catholic and spoke very highly of her priest Father Flynn for whom she frequently stood in as a sort of unofficial Curate. She also looked after the flowers for the alter dressing on Sundays.

She also confided in her problems with Brian in that he was so self-conscious and shy he was afraid of girls of his own age and although he wasn't very clever he was a sensitive lad and tried to show his love in other ways and she helped him. Lucille was intrigued with the comment but decided not to probe.

They also found out that both Mrs Miller and her son were very kind people. Mrs Miller clearly did a lot of work for her church but it was surprising that young Brian spent a lot of time in the local animal sanctuary helping care for abandoned pets of all kinds. Lucille found herself enthralled with the older woman and even started to confide her own problems.

Bruce was impressed with the lad's work ethic, and told his wife that Brian was really earning his money, and he had in fact increased it to show his appreciation. Bruce worked very hard in trying to get the lad to talk more with a fair amount of success.

Bruce teased him about girls and Brian coloured up and said he didn't like girls as he thought they were silly. At least he was talking, and Bruce would keep up the gentle banter as a way to get him talking.

Bruce had some naughty magazines in his shed and a few times he caught Brian looking at them. He didn't embarrass the boy but just joked that the women were especially glamorous and very desirable.

He was surprised when Brian said very emphatically "They are not as pretty as Mrs Ross." Bruce just nodded in agreement without commenting.

He did however jokingly tell his wife that she had a secret admirer in the house. Lucille laughed but like any woman enjoyed the thought.

When the spicy mags were left on the desk, Brian would tend to look at them very intently and Bruce was surprised that the lad seemed more interested in looking at pictures of women more in their thirties or forties in their underwear than the younger more glamorous girlies.

Bruce and his wife had very few secrets and he had no worries about telling Lucille who giggled. She knew the magazines very well as she and Bruce often used them in their fantasies.

Bruce showed her the picture of a woman who looked a bit thirtyish reading something but sitting in a way which carelessly showed her panties. Brian had seemed fascinated by it earlier. Bruce smiled when his wife giggled "She is no teenager."

Bruce laughed "No Lucille, she looks about your age. I think young Brian had you on his mind" Lucille giggled again and felt flushed. She noticed that Bruce seemed to enjoy telling her these things.

As time passed, Lucille confided more and more in Mrs Miller and strangely felt more settled. She even told her that she had always been a little guilty over the fantasies which she and Bruce shared. Again the answer was so nice and positive "All you have to worry about Mrs Ross is whether you are hurting anyone."

Lucille felt better in herself as the answer was plainly 'No'. She nodded but persisted "But what about our Family Fantasies, Mrs Miller. You are a woman of the church. Surely these fantasies are a sin?"

Mrs Miller smiled "The same rules apply whatever the situations. You have fantasies about naughty things with your mother and father. Mr Ross likes the 'Being Pretty' fantasies and probably enjoys being embarrassed. But ask yourself Mrs Ross 'are they hurting your mother or father?' And does Mr Ross's girly or cuckold fantasies hurt anyone. No one knows about them, so don't worry."

Lucille felt so much better especially when the older woman added "And don't forget we all have outrageous fantasies and especially people who go to church and we all look at dirty pictures."

Lucille was gobsmacked "Do you fantasize Mrs Miller?"

"Of course I do Mrs Ross and they are every bit as naughty as yours. So does Brian. Everyone does." She added "And shared fantasies are the best of all."

Later on Lucille couldn't wait to tell her husband about her chat with Mrs Miller. Bruce was amazed. He got his wife to repeat several times all the conversation especially the 'girly fantasies' and the dirty pictures.

He was as intrigued as Lucille about Mrs Miller's reference to shared fantasies "Do you think she shares them with Brian?"

Lucille shrugged her shoulders "I don't know. The only other person she mentions is Father Flynn and she respects him so much it hardly seems likely."

Brian was really improving all the time and Bruce found he could leave him at the Work Bench alone more often. He did notice that his magazine collection was disturbed more often now and he was really curious as to how the young man felt about Lucille.

He decided to experiment by leaving some pictures of women about Lucille's age out on the bench so that Brian could hardly miss them.

He was right. When he returned Brian was almost transfixed looking at one picture of a woman about 35 reading a paper with her legs open showing her underwear.

Bruce made a joke of things saying "I thought she looked like my Lucille."

Brian was still staring and muttered "I would like to fuck her."

The expression startled Bruce and he was unsure whether the young lad was talking about the woman in the picture or his wife.

He decided that he shouldn't make a fuss then as he had contributed to the scenario himself. Later on he did confide in Lucille who was equally curious about the lad's thoughts. Secretly she was pleased and had an idea that her husband wasn't as upset as he made out.

Her own conversations with Mrs Miller were getting longer as she enjoyed the quiet wisdom and the older woman's common sense about so many subjects. Whenever she had any problems with work she started to sound out Mrs Miller's thoughts and always they were so sound and sensible. In a way she found talking to Mrs Miller was like talking to Mrs Grace.

On a few isolated occasions she even called her Mrs Grace. Mrs Miller had simply smiled at her. Lucille felt flushed for some strange reason.

She was still intrigued with the idea of the fantasies and Mrs Miller's devout association with her church. Lucille herself was a churchgoer but she knew it wasn't as intense as the way Mrs Miller spoke about her devotions. Her Baptist background wasn't as rigid as the Catholic beliefs.

She remembered that Mrs Miller had told her that just about everyone had naughty fantasies and implied that she liked dirty pictures. They had also spoken of the guilt that Lucille felt over some of the really dirty fantasies involving family. Although Mrs Miller had said that they were nothing to worry about she had acknowledged that they were sinful albeit not serious sins.

Lucille knew that Mrs Miller being such a devout Catholic went to Holy Confession every Saturday Evening to Father Flynn. Lucille couldn't get to grips with the thought of telling a man all these personal faults, especially when she held the man in such esteem and had day to day dealings with him. Lucille thought it would be incredibly difficult.

One afternoon she tentatively asked her Cleaning Lady if she had any problems telling her fantasies to Father Flynn. Alice smiled at the young woman's curiosity.

As always, she didn't dismiss the query or refuse to answer. Instead she sat down and explained "These things are only difficult Mrs Ross if you allow them to be difficult. When I confess any dirty things to Father Flynn, I feel absolutely free from all guilt. He listens quietly and gives me three Hail Marys as a penance and sometimes some extra things and I no longer have any worries or guilt."

This seemed a wonderful solution to Lucille put as simply as that. But she knew it wasn't really that simple and said "But you read in the newspapers about bad priests who take advantage of women and ending up doing really awful things."

Mrs Miller nodded and spoke seriously "You are right Mrs Ross, but the number of bad priests in the overall picture are really minute. The vast majority are like Father Flynn and are really good men and are so helpful and holy."

She added with a smile "Actually Mrs Ross, the fantasy of being taken by a priest who is also an old man can be exciting in itself."

Lucille understood what her Cleaner was saying and had a mental image of herself in the Church House after Mass, just lying on the carpet for the old man's pleasure. As Mrs Miller had said the fantasy was exciting.
She was however very taken with the Confession Idea and said "It must be wonderful to be able to tell all your faults and sins like that Mrs Miller. It's a pity they don't do that in our church. Unfortunately the Baptists don't believe in that."

Alice nodded. She wasn't critical and simply said "Yes Mrs Ross, we are all different and I suppose we have to make the best of what we have."

Lucille wished she could have something similar in her church but then the thought of telling her Baptist Minister about the dirty fantasies that she and Bruce shared and about Bruce in his girly underwear and being cuckolded almost frightened her just thinking about it.

She said "It's all very well for you Mrs Miller, but you are so sensible and mature. There must be many Catholic women who have these naughty thoughts and would be as frightened to tell a man as I am."

Alice Miller looked at her Employer with new eyes and thought for a moment before answering. "That really is an intelligent question Lucille. Probably the best question you could have asked. There are many Catholic women with exactly the same fears as you have raised and it is indeed a very real problem."

Lucille was really into the heart of things now. She was curious and she was intrigued as she asked "Well tell me Alice, how these women cope with Confession. Presumably they are devout Catholics and have to go to Confession. What do they do?"

Mrs Miller hesitated and then explained "It isn't well known but many women can go to Women Confession Councillors first to explain what they do over a nice cup of tea and sort of clear the ground before going to Holy Confession with the priest."

Lucille murmured "I have never heard of that system before Mrs Miller. It seems very secret."

Again Alice Miller hesitated "It is not advertised at all Lucille as it is so sensitive and besides that there are not many of us who provide this service."

Lucille was stunned "You are a Confession Councillor, Mrs Miller? You listen to people's problems and they tell you everything over a cup of tea?"

Alice nodded, "Not all people though Lucille. Only Catholic women who are worried. I explain that they have nothing to fear in telling priests their secrets. The Holy Fathers have heard many things before and probably worse."

Lucille went quiet for a minute. "I am a Baptist as you know. I am not a Catholic but I really would like to go to Confession with you Mrs Miller. I get so worried sometimes about my fantasies that it would be such a relief to confess everything and be given a penance to absolve all my guilt."

Mrs Miller didn't answer for a while and Lucille waited in tense anticipation for the older woman's answer. When it came, it was, as always, quite guarded "I am not sure Mrs Ross. I do like you very much and want to help you but I should have a word with Father Flynn first."

Lucille had to accept the situation. She knew Father Flynn from various committees and did feel a little flushy over the thought of Mrs Miller telling the old man about her fantasies but knew she had no option. She needed Mrs Miller's help. She felt so anxious.

That evening she told Bruce about her chat to Mrs Miller and he was more than understanding. He seemed a little flushed and asked her if she had discussed his 'pretty situation' and Lucille told him "She did say you have the ideal frame to be a very pretty boy or even a pretty girl and liked your picture pulling your skirt up and showing your pretty panties."

Bruce knew which one his wife mentioned and muttered loudly to himself "Oh God." but noticeably didn't object.

Although Lucille's thoughts were concentrating on her own Confession predicament she had sensed that Bruce was excited about Mrs Miller knowing about his 'prettiness' and the cuckold fantasies. She realised that Mrs Miller had been right about Bruce wanting to be embarrassed and perhaps humiliated.

Bruce felt confused. He was excited about the thought of Mrs Miller knowing everything and Lucille could see the arousal in his face. He controlled himself enough to say "We will just have to wait what she says then, Lucille."

The next day Mrs Miller was late and Lucille was beside herself with anxiety. She had to go to the bathroom several times. Then Mrs Miller arrived, thank goodness. Lucille tried to look casual and Mrs Miller simply started her cleaning as usual.

When Mrs Miller made a cup of tea for both of them Lucille was almost bursting with impatience although she did ask quietly "Did you see Father Flynn about me, Mrs Miller?"

The older woman was very serious and murmured "Yes I did Mrs Ross. I explained everything to him and he did think it through very carefully. One of his first questions was if you wanted to turn to the Catholic Faith?"

Lucille shook her head sadly "That is impossible Mrs Miller. My father is Head Master of the local Catholic Secondary school and it would make his position too difficult. I just couldn't do that."

Lucille felt her chances of Confession receding. It was terrible.

Mrs Miller smiled at her "I anticipated that Mrs Ross and told Father Flynn. He told me to call into the Church House this morning for his decision and that is why I am late."

Lucille waited apprehensively to what Mrs Miller said next.

The older lady slowly explained "Father Flynn said that in the circumstances we can come to some arrangement which will be acceptable to Mother Church, but it must be with your explicit understanding and full acceptance. There is no room for wavering."

Lucille could hardly stop herself smiling and said immediately "I will do anything you or Father Flynn require Mrs Miller. I have come to the stage where I really need Confession with all my heart."

Mrs Miller nodded "I believe you Lucille, but I will explain some of the details. I will be your Mother Councillor and give you full Confession where you will tell me all your sins especially all your fantasies in great detail."

Lucille nodded her agreement "I will tell you everything Mrs Miller."

Mrs Miller continued "I will then give you Penance which to start with will consist of you saying 3 Hail Marys."

Lucille had to say "I don't know those prayers Mrs Miller, but I can learn them."

Mrs Miller smiled "I realise that Mrs Ross. Father Flynn suggested that to start with I write out the wording and you read the words back to me after your Confession. Later on I will teach you more prayers which you will say to me during Confession and possibly give you extra penance."

Lucille didn't ask what the extra penance could be but felt so happy that things were working out so well and said so. She had no doubt that she would carry out any extra penance whatever it may be. She also asked about Bruce's fantasies and whether she would have to tell about these.

Mrs Miller nodded. "From what I understand Mrs Ross is that you and your husband's fantasies are very closely intertwined. His Little Girlie fantasies and cuckolding are very much part of your fantasies and sometimes include your mother?"

Lucille nodded. She had also caught her husband looking at Mrs Miller on a few occasions in that special way. She didn't say anything more.

Mrs Miller continued "And when you are sitting on your Daddy's knee, Brucie is a pretty little girl watching everything?"

Lucille blushed but said "Yes that is right Mrs Miller."

Mrs Miller smiled "And when Daddy does naughty things to you he also gives pretty Brucie permission to do things to himself?"

Lucille felt a little embarrassed but murmured "Yes, Brucie touches himself."

She had actually already shown Mrs Miller a picture of her husband dressed as a schoolgirl masturbating.

Mrs Miller nodded "I knew that was the situation Mrs Ross and when I explained to Father Flynn. He said it was essential that your husband's fantasies are included in your Confession."

Lucille nodded "I understand Mrs Miller and I agree and know that my husband will accept as well."

Mrs Miller smiled "That's all settled then Mrs Ross. Normally after such Confession my other clients will then go on to have Confession with Father Flynn. He has said however that as you are not a Catholic this would not be possible. Hence the necessity that your Confession to me is completely full of all detail for my Report and include any pictures you may take or use."

Lucille nodded "I understand Mrs Miller and they will be full of the details." She was unsure what the older woman meant with her Report.

Mrs Miller clarified "I will of course be passing on all of your Confessions and pictures to Father Flynn so that he can provide the Remote Absolution."

Lucille flushed a little at the thought of Father Flynn knowing everything about them. Whilst she had contact with the old priest about once a month she knew that Bruce met up with the Catholic Priest about once a week either at meetings or social functions in the village.

They were both on the Parish Council which the Priest chaired. She knew this would be embarrassing for her husband but then shrugged her shoulders as she couldn't do anything about it. Actually the situation was due to blow up in an unexpected way, but she wouldn't find out until the next few days.

That evening she told Bruce about her chat to Mrs Miller and he was very eager to listen. He seemed a little flushed and asked her if she had discussed his 'pretty situation' and Lucille said "She did say you have the ideal frame to be a very pretty boy or even a pretty girl and liked your pictures."

Although Lucille's thoughts were concentrating on her own Confession predicament she had hidden a small smile as she sensed that Bruce was excited about Mrs Miller knowing about his prettiness. She realised that Mrs Miller had been right about Bruce wanting to be embarrassed and perhaps humiliated.

Three days later it started to go wrong for Bruce. He really liked young Brian now and found him a real help. He also found he very much enjoyed engaging Brian in more and more deep conversations about the naughty magazines and exploring the lads thoughts about Lucille.

Apart from Bruce's literature he had encouraged Brian to bring in some of his own special mags. Some of them were quite raunchy. When he asked him how he got them he was gob-smacked when Brian explained that his mother bought them for him.

Again the magazines concentrated on older women and some quite mature. Some were smart, others were quite plain. What surprised Bruce was how explicit they were. Actually they were also the sort of pictures that Bruce liked.

One mature woman was sitting on a carpet with her back against the settee and her knees spread showing a bird's eye view up her nice dress straight at the gusset her tight blue panties.

Scrawled across the top of the picture was the heading 'Mrs R'.

Bruce panted a little. The association was fairly obvious. It unconsciously aroused him but he just said encouragingly "I like that one Bri, her gusset is nice and tight."

Brian nodded in agreement "I know Mr Ross, she gives me a horn on. It makes me wank."

Bruce felt himself get aroused and tried to sound casual "Do you wank often Bri?" The lad sighed "Yes, especially if I think of Mrs Ross."

Bruce felt quite strange. He could see the excitement in the boy's face. He also knew he should object but he was still curious.

Brian showed him another picture which was much more explicit.

This showed a woman in her late thirties sitting back on an easy chair with her legs in the air and her knickers around her knees. Everything was showing.

Both of them breathed heavily and Brian muttered "I like her cunt Mr Ross."

Bruce also sighed and murmured "So do I Bri."

Brian had become quite talkative now and said "I use that picture to wank with. I think she looks like Mrs Ross."

Bruce said weakly "Lucille?"

Brian was in full flow now "Yes I think she is Mrs Ross and I have her knickers down and she wants my big prick up her cunt."

Bruce knew he had to call a halt "Bri, you are talking about my wife."

Brian couldn't stop "Yes, but she tells me she want my big knob up her as you have such a small Dicky."

This was so demeaning it brought things into perspective. Bruce spoke with authority "You must stop talking about my wife like that Brian. We have been married for 15 years and we love each other very much."

Brian suddenly realised that he had gone over the top in his excitement and almost cried as he apologised and then said "I must go home, now."

With that he grabbed his bag and just left. It was mid-morning and Bruce was just left alone in the shed, not knowing what to do. Mrs Miller was due to arrive in about an hour and he felt nervous about her reaction. He didn't know whether to say anything to his wife or not.

He decided to wait it out and quietly carried on with some of his work. After a while Lucille came out to see him.

She looked bewildered and told him "I have just had a phone call from Mrs Miller. She said that Brian isn't very well and she wouldn't be coming in today."

Bruce felt awful. His wife sensed it was something to do with her husband and slowly extracted what had happened.

She was upset. Not a Brian's actions but at Bruce. She said grimly "I sensed from the way Mrs Miller spoke that they may never come back. What have you done to us Bruce? I need her very much. How could you be so unfeeling?"

Bruce felt so miserable himself but tried to defend himself "But he talked about fucking you, Lucille and about my small penis."

Lucille was upset and showed it "For goodness sake Bruce, grow up. Brian is just 23. Little more than a lad. He fantasizes about me. All boys fantasize. You fantasize. I fantasize. Mrs Miller told me that she fantasizes. Besides that, we all know you have a small penis. You told me yourself that the boys used to make fun of your Little Dickie. You have made a mess of things. I wanted Mrs Miller to help me with my Confessions and to be quite honest it didn't do my ego any harm to think that Brian fancied me."

Bruce nodded. His wife was right. There was no harm in any of it. In fact he knew that he himself enjoyed the edgy conversations with young Brian. Even the ones about his little penis made him secretly stiff.

He murmured "I can see that now Lucille. I was wrong. We will have to go to Mrs Miller and apologise."

Lucille was still angry. She snapped "Oh no, Bruce. WE are not apologising. YOU are going to apologise. I haven't done anything to cause this. YOU have. And you shouldn't just apologise to Mrs Miller. You must apologise to young Brian as well." With that she left him in the shed and walked back to the house.

Bruce bit his lip. His wife was right. It was all his fault. He would have to go. He knew how much his wife needed the older woman and he had found himself staring at her quite a lot and imagining what she was wearing underneath. Mrs Miller had caught him a few times but had only given him a slightly enigmatic smile.

Bruce also missed Brian. Apart from enjoying teaching him the technical things he also enjoyed the slyly raunchy conversations which he himself started which had got him into such deep trouble.

He had thought a lot about Mrs Miller buying Brian the dirty magazines which could only have been used for one purpose. From further little chats Bruce had the impression that Mrs Miller may even have taught her son how to wank. Bruce had masturbated several times thinking of that scenario.

Left on his own, Bruce slumped down on his chair. He knew that if Mrs Miller and Brian didn't turn up the next day he would have to visit Mrs Miller and somehow get her to accept his apology.

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I am not a new writer; however, I am a new writer on this website. This is the first story I am posting and I am hoping to post more sequels to this story. If you have any suggestions on writing tips so that my future stories can be even better than this, then please send me a PRIVATE message. I love getting feedback, good or bad. It's about 4,000 words, so I hope that's not too long. Anyway, let's begin with the story proper, shall we! Enjoy!

The Pleasure of Friendship

Megan awoke early in the morning from the shivers that attacked her body. Her apartment was cold and damp; dark and lonely. She rose out of bed to get ready for her new job. She was nervous and really didn’t want to work, but she needed the job badly. The bills were building up and getting too expensive. She hardly had enough food to eat. She recently lost her job as a cashier at a local fast food restaurant, which put her on the brink homelessness.

She walked into the kitchen to make herself a strong cup of coffee, which was needed very badly. She could hardly sleep the night through. She woke up every few minutes because her feet had slipped from under the covers into the brisk air of her bedroom. As the coffee brewed, she very quickly took a shower in preparation for her new job.

She returned to her bedroom after she showered. She looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful young adult: flowing brown hair, a flawless face, smooth, perky B cup breasts, a perfect figure, and a nicely shaped ass. But what she really saw was a girl whose life was not what it should have been. Megan was a nineteen year old girl with only a high school degree. She was not enrolled in college; she couldn’t afford it. Her mother and father were killed in a car accident during her senior year of high school. She was an only child and was left with the debts and misfortunes that her parent passed to her. Megan was a sad and sorrowful individual. She had nobody in her life… Megan was secluded and quiet. She never did much outside of her home and she was never one to go out of her way to do something out of the ordinary.

Megan gathered her things and headed out for her new job. She was nervous and worried that she would do something wrong. A waiter at a local restaurant wouldn’t make her rich, but at least it would pay her bills. She drove through the laden snow of western New York state, in the below freezing temperatures that would remain for a while. When she arrived at her new work place, she said to herself, “don’t do anything stupid, Megan.”

Megan entered through the front door. “Hi, I’m looking Mrs. Mallory Allen,” she said to one of the employees.

“She’s in the back. I’ll go get her for you,” replied the employee.

“Thanks,” Megan said with a nervous tone.

Megan saw a woman nicely dressed coming from the back of the restaurant.

“Hi, you must be Megan. I’m Mallory.” The two greeted each other. “Megan, I need you to put this uniform on and we will begin working right away, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Mallory,” replied Megan.

Megan went to the restroom and changed into her new work uniform. She came back to Mrs. Mallory when she was finished. “Julia will be your advisor for today. She is one of our best waiters we have and she will show you what to do and how to do it, okay?” said Mrs. Mallory. Julia was a tall, stunning young blond. She didn’t look much older than Megan. Her smile was gorgeous; her teeth whiter than the snow outside. She wore her rich blond hair in a ponytail. Her shiny earrings and light make-up made her one of the best looking women that Megan had ever seen.

“Nice to meet you,” said Megan.

“Likewise, Megan. I look forward to working with you.” replied Julia.

“Your accent…Your not from around her are you,” Megan questioned.

“No, I’m not. You’re a smart girl. I was born in London, England, and I lived there for the majority of my life,” replied Julia.

“That’s pretty neat,” exclaimed Megan. Megan was already feeling comfortable with her new job and she hadn’t even started doing anything yet. She was fascinated by Julia’s accent and her beautiful looks.

“So how old are you Julia?” Megan asked. “Nineteen and turning twenty in six months. What about you?”

“I’m also nineteen, but I only turned last month so I’ve still got eleven months before I turn again.”

“How long have you been working here.”

“This is the beginning of my eighth month,” answered Julia. Julia smiled.” That’s nice. Let’s get to work now, okay?”

Julia led Megan into the kitchen and gave a little tour. She explain what to do and then showed her how to do it. Megan enjoyed working with Julia. Julia was cute. Megan started at Julia’s breasts as they proclaimed their existence, even in her work uniform. They were somewhat large and well shaped. Megan scolded herself for thinking something of someone she just met, but she couldn’t help those innocent thoughts. Julia was a striking teenager and would draw the eyes of most men and even some women.

As customers began coming in for lunch, Megan began waiting on table with Julia to see how things really worked. By the end of the day, Megan had learned the ropes and was pretty good at waiting on tables. She was proud of herself and was actually looking forward to tomorrow and working with Julia.

Julia and Megan became good friends who were very close to one another. They worked together most days and engaged in many conversations as time passed. They did what all good friends do: they texted, shared meals, shared intelligent and interesting conversation, went shopping together, visited each other’s house, and so on.

As time passed, Megan went to work and enjoyed her job. She did it well because she knew she needed the money and she could not afford to lose her job. Her and Julia became closer friends. Megan was feeling better about herself and her future now that she had a stable job. She thought that she was on top of everything, but one day, everything changed.

Spring had ushered in the warmer air, which melted the snow and let the flowers bloom. Megan went to work at the restaurant just as she did most days. She enjoyed herself and had fun conversations with Julia every now and again. When the day was over Megan headed home. When she returned to her apartment, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was gone. Everything….was….gone.

A fire had destroyed half of the building Megan lived in, leaving Megan, and about 30 other people without a home. Megan began to cry. She had lost everything except what was with her that day. Her pictures, her furniture, her clothes, her food; all of it was gone.

“What happened! What happened,” Megan shouted to the people standing around. Everyone one had an aguish look on their face. No body was able to give Megan a straight answer.

Megan sat in her car and cried for a few minutes.

“What am I going to do!” Megan shouted repeatedly.

Megan called Julia in hopes that maybe she could stay there for a few days.

“Julia, it’s Megan.”

“Hi, Megan!”

“Julia, I need a favor.”

“What is it, Megan?”

“My apartment has been destroyed by a fire. Is there any chance that I could stay with you for a few days? It’s only long enough to get a hotel room or something once I get my next pay check.”

“Absolutely, Megan. You can come over right now. I have a couch bed you can sleep on and I have a few extra pair of clothes. I think we are pretty much the same size. You can stay as long as you need. There’s no need in getting a hotel room.”

“Thanks, Julia. You are a great friend. I’ll be over there within the next half hour.”

Megan was somewhat relieved that Julia had a place for her to stay. Megan drove across town to where Julia resided, weeping the entire drive.

Julia resided in a high-rise apartment, which was only six stories tall. When Megan arrived, Julia hugged her and brought her inside. Julia tried to calm her down by creating light conversation.

“Everything will be alright, Megan. You can stay hear as long as you need.” Juliet said. “Thanks,” replied Megan.

“There is no rush and we have tons of stuff to do. Look, I even have loads of old tele shows that we can watch. Lost, Eureka, Hawaii 5-0, 24, Sex and the City, The Office, I Love Lucy…”

Megan zoned out as Julia recited a list of television shows. She was still upset. She wanted to know why her house burned down. Whose fault was it? Was she going to get insurance money? She sniffled and cried some more, but she was glad that she had a friend to stay with.

The apartment was small: once you walked in the main door you were in the living room. Branching off of the living room was the dining area, the kitchen, one bathroom, and one bedroom. Julia told Megan that she could sleep on the couch bed in the living room.

The apartment was small, but cozy. The two chatted and watched television for the remainder of the night. Megan was still saddened over the loss of what she had lost most, but she began to realize that she had so much more within the friendship she had with Julia.

A week went by. The girls were roommates and they were enjoying it. The delegated tasks to each other: the rent was split and they took turns grocery shopping, cleaning, etc. One day after the girls had returned from work, they sat at the dining room table painting their nails. Julia had changed into a low-cut tank top and Megan was able to see the cleavage of Julia’s perfect breasts. Megan felt herself getting horny, by she tried to push the though out of her mind.

Julia spilled almost an entire bottle of nail polish on her foot. Megan laughed and quickly jumped to get Julia a towel. She ripped some paper towel from a role and then handed it to Julia before sitting back in her seat. Julia leaned over to wipe the polish off of her foot and Megan was able to see even more cleavage. The horny feeling was coming back and Megan knew she was going to have to do something about it.

Later that night when Megan was sitting on her bed about to go to sleep, she was thinking about getting herself off after Julia had gone to bed. Julia unexpectedly came out of her room with blue pajama bottoms, but not top, exhibiting her perfectly shaped C cup breasts. Megan sat in shock with her eyes wide open. “Well, if we’re going to be living together, then there’s no sense in hiding things from one another,” claimed Julia. “We’re both girls, so why not have pride in what we share?”

Megan chuckled, “I guess you’re right.” Julia had a perfectly structured body with perfect breasts, the ideal hour-glass figure, and a wonderfully shaped ass. She was quite a sight.

“I like to be naked when I’m at home, but I haven’t since you’ve been here,” stated Julia. “I don’t think that there is anything wrong with nudity around close company and I think that you should do the same.”

Megan pondered what Julia said. Megan always wore some type of clothing even when she was home alone, but she though that she would give it a go. “Okay,” replied, Megan. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good night,” Julia said as she was returning to her bedroom. “See you in the morning,” replied Megan as she turned the lights of to go to sleep. Megan then snuggled under the covers of the couch bed, still clothed, and thought about what Julia did and said. Megan began to feel a little wetness engendering from her pussy. She slowly stripped her clothes off under the covers.

Now completely nude, she gripped her breasts and played her nipples. She slowly dragged her hand across her flat stomach and moved southward. She spread her legs and played with the outside of her pussy. She appreciated the smoothness of her hairless muff, which she had recently shaven only that morning. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second. She inserted two fingers of her right hand inside her tight pussy and felt the warmth and the wetness that she hadn’t felt in about two weeks. She slowly played with herself, moving her fingers in and out, trying not to make too much noise. As the pleasure grew more powerful, she moved her fingers faster and faster. Her hips were now moving at the pulse of her rhythmic pleasure. She grasped her right breast with her left hand. Her endeavor to keep quiet was becoming less practical. As the pleasure grew, she stopped caring so much about be quiet. She was starting to get really hot and sweaty. Still under the covers, Megan’s movements were making a rather steamy environment. She was getting closer to a great and powerful orgasm when she suddenly heard Julia’s door open. Megan quickly closed her legs and pretended like she was asleep.

Julia intended on going to the bathroom just before she went to sleep. When she stepped into the living room she could hear that Megan was trying to quickly hide something. Julia quickly used the toilet and went back into her room; however, she pretended to close the door all the way, but sat on the floor with the door cracked in an attempt to listen to Megan’s joy. Julia knew what was going on and was interested in it.

When Megan thought that Julia had returned to her room she resumed her indulgence with herself. She was too horny to not finish off. Megan inserted her fingers into her now dripping pussy. She moved her had at rapid paces and she knew that she was getting close to an orgasm. Julia could hear all of this. The sensational sounds of Megan’s masturbation was making Julia extremely exited.

Megan continued to finger herself. She felt the intensity of her orgasm developing. Her facial expression depicted a picture of intense pleasure. Julia could see the shadows of Megan’s hand moving between her legs and her breasts moving up and down under the covers as she breathed harder and faster. Megan took a gasp for air and the muscles in her body tightened as a surge of pleasure dispersed over her entire body. Her left hand squeezed her breast tightly, her toes curled, her legs shook, her hips sank in the bed; her chest rose into the air, and she let out a small squirt of perfect pussy liquid onto the bed sheets. She moaned softly under her breath. The squishing noises of her pussy juices were now very distinct and could be heard by Julia, who was still listening. Megan smiled to herself. She was now slowly fingering herself once again as she caught her breath. She wiped her fingers on the bed covers, rolled over, and went to sleep.

Julia was in shock of what she had just seen. She was dripping wet after hearing Megan masturbate and seeing her do it in the shadows of the night. Julia quietly completely closed the door to her room and crawled into her bed. Already naked, Julia began to do the same as she had just seen Julia do, except she was on top of the covers rather than under them. Julia inserted her fingers into her soaked pussy, which was surrounded by a bush of dark, soft pubic hair. It didn’t take long for Julia to achieve an orgasm. After what seemed like only seconds. Julia’s body buckled, her head leaned back, her legs shook furiously, her hand squeezed the bed sheet, and she nearly screamed, but she held it in. She licked the cream off of her fingers once she had finished. She too, rolled over, and went to sleep.

The next morning was a Sunday, which was a day that neither Megan or Julia worked. Julia woke Megan up with the smell of coffee. Megan walked into the small kitchen and saw Julia standing there emptying the used coffee beans into the trash can. “What’s this, you’ve shaven your twat?” said Juliet after taking a good look at Megan’s curvaceous body. “Where did you learn that?” “Oh, the Internet, I suppose,” Megan replied. Both girls, still completely nude, stared at each other’s God given gifts in awe. ‘You’re gorgeous,” exclaimed Megan. “Why thank you. You’re an amazing girl yourself,” replied Julia with a smirk on her face.

Megan sat at the table. The cool wooden chair sent chills up her spine as her ass pressed up against it. As Julia poured two cups of coffee, Megan said, “I’ve never been around another person naked before. I’ve never even been the type of person to walk around my own house naked.”

Julia replied, “Well, do you like it?”

“It’s a great feeling. I’m surprised I have never tried it before,” answered Megan.

Julia sat at the table with Megan. “Hey, listen, I’m not trying to be weird or anything, but I think what you were doing last night was really hot.” Megan froze. Knowing full well that Julia was talking about getting herself off, Megan foolishly said, “what did I do,” pretending that she didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Megan. You we’re horny and you just needed to give yourself the love that you deserve. It’s normal. Everybody does it. There’s no sense in hiding something like that, just as there’s no sense in hiding our private parts. We’re both young girls, so what harm could be done?”

Not knowing how to respond, Megan sat in silence looking down at her cup of coffee. Megan felt torn: part of her liked the outgoing Julia who was interested in getting her to try new things. The other part was reserved and shy and liked to stick to the status quo.. “Why don’t we do something together?” Julia asked.

Megan’s head lifted up. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, you know, well, I really don’t know how to say this, but seeing as we’re both girls of the same age, why don’t we just, you know, do it.?” exclaimed Julia.

“Do it…?” Megan said softly.

“Uh-huh,” Julia said as she smiled and nodded her head.

“You mean…touch each other….sexually…?” asked Megan.”

Julia winked. Megan had a small grin on her face. Deep down, it was something she hadn’t though about doing, but it was never out of the question. She was almost exited and relieved, but also nervous, when Julia suggested it.

“I guess we can, but what will we do?” questioned Megan.

“We can be creative,” replied Julia.

“Come with me, Megan, you need to open up a little bit!” Megan followed Juliet into her bedroom. Juliet sat on her bed and patted the bed, motioning Megan to sit right there. “Let’s lie down, shall we,” suggested Julia. There were two large fluffy pillows on the bed, Julia laid on the one on the left side of the bed and Megan laid on the one to the right. “I don’t want any awkwardness between us, now. I just want us to be comfortable around each other, that’s all,” said Juliet.

Megan smiled. “Sure.” The girls sat and stared at each other for a few minutes. Juliet took her cold hand and placed it on Megan’s breast. Julia teased Megan’s body. She caressed Megan’s hard nipples. She tickled her flat stomach. She rubbed her hand up and down Megan’s smooth legs and thighs and she even tickled her feet. Megan pussy was becoming wet.

“How long have you been shaving your twat?” asked Julia.

“I don’t know, maybe a few years,” replied Megan.

“I’ve honestly never thought of doing that. Maybe I’ll try it in the future.” Julia said.

Julia continued to rub Megan’s inner thighs. “Isn’t this relaxing,” asked Julia. “It is. It’s like an early morning gift,” replied Megan. Julia moved her hand upward and rubbed played with the area just above Megan’s pussy. She felt the smoothness of hairless skin. Then Julia slowly began to caress the clitoris, moving an individual finger around the sensitive area, feeling the growing wetness.

Megan lain on her back while Juliet rested on her side, teasing Megan’s body. Julia rubbed the outside of Megan’s pussy in a circular motion. She then inserted her finger completely into Megan’s pussy. Juliet smiled, “I’ve never done this before either…” Julia felt the wetness surround her fingers. The innate lubricant allowed Julia’s fingers to slip in and out with ease. Megan interwove her hands and let them rest on her stomach. Julia learned on her elbows and continued to slip her fingers in and out of Megan’s pussy. Megan breathed deeper and heavier. While still fingering Megan with her right hand, Julia lifted her right leg over Megan’s right leg to move even closer. Julia kissed Megan’s breast.

Julia was extremely horny at the excitement of the situation. Megan closed her eyes and let the orgasm begin to build up. Julia continued moving her fingers in and out, occasionally switching to the “come hither” motion.

“Ohhhhh,” moaned Megan. Julia had found Megan’s G-spot. She continued to stimulate Megan’s G-spot. Megan was getting closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. Megan started moving, slightly at first and then more obviously as Julia continued to pleasure her. Megan moved her hands from her stomach and grasped the bed sheet. The sound of her own pussy juices exited her even more. Finally, a rapid rush of amazing pleasure sized Megan’s body and all of her limbs. She couldn’t control the intense shaking that her orgasm and plunged her into. Megan was breathing heavily and quickly; her breasts, concealing her hurried lungs and her speedy heart-beat, rose and fell swiftly into the air. Her knees hugged each other, squishing, Julia’s hand. Julia felt a small stream of warm liquid run over her hand as Megan’s pussy contracted. “FUCK,” screamed Megan, almost loud enough for neighboring apartment tenants. Julia smiled and pulled her finger’s away from Megan.

Megan’s movement quelled. She caught her breath as she was laughing. “Thank you,” puffed Megan. “That was amazing.”
This had been the best orgasm Megan had ever experienced and it was the first time she had ever experienced one with another person.

Julia smiled and held up her fingers. “It looked and sounded amazing as well. Look what go left on my fingers.” The girls laughed. “You even left a spot on my sheets!” Megan sat up and saw the wet spot that she had left on Julia’s light blue sheets.

“Well, after that show, you’ve left me extremely horny. It’s only fair that you get me off now, right?” The girls laughed again. “Absolutely,” replied Megan.

Julia laid on her back and spread her legs wide. Megan placed her hand on Julia’s nipple and began to play with it until she was interrupted by Julia, “Oi, you can’t do that farce foreplay with me when I’m this horny. Go on and get to the fun part,” Julia asserted.

Megan took two of her fingers and inserted them into Julia’s tight, wet pussy, just as Julia had done to her. Megan found Julia’s G-spot fairly quickly. Julia was an angel: Her smooth body lying on her bed in the early morning rays of the rising sun, her, beautiful flowing blond hair, her hard nipples, her curvaceous breasts, her long skinny legs, and her dark, soft black pubic hair, now soaked by her own juices. Megan continued to stimulate Julia.

Julia took her hands and grabbed the pillow behind her head. The signs of an approaching orgasm were obvious. Julia moaned softly under her breath. “That feels great. Keep going,” whispered Julia under her breath. Megan fingered Julia harder and harder which caused Julia’s breasts to bounce with the movements of her body. Julia moved her hips up and down; she moved her legs slowly from side to side. Julia was getting closer to an orgasmic outbreak. Her heart was racing and her lungs were tired.

“I’m close,” proclaimed Julia. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Suddenly, an ear-splitting moan blasted from Julia’s mouth. Her body trembled uncontrollably as the orgasm spread throughout her body. She squirted about two feet in front of her, which was something that she had never done before. She nearly kicked Megan in the face because she was moving so much. Megan was not able to keep up with Julia’s sharp body movements. Julia had to take her own hand to continue fingering herself to keep the orgasm strong. The pleasure was evident in her red face; her facial expressions were impressive.

“Oh my God, Oh, my God, Oh, my God, that was unbelievable!” exclaimed Julia.

Julia stretched her body and caught her breath. She laughed and so did Megan.

“I hope nobody heard you scream,” said Megan.

“Ahh, who cares. They’re probably jealous,” replied Julia. Megan laid beside Julia, who had rolled over. “Nice ass, by the way,” Megan said as she slapped Julia on the ass. “Nice arse,” Julia replied while trying to slap Megan’s ass.

After the girls had caught their breath and their heart-rates returned to normal, they stood up and went into the living room. They left behind a bed with blue sheets, elegantly stained with sisterly love. Julia poured two bowls of cereal with milk to go along with their cold, black coffee.

“I’m not saying I’m glad my home burned down, but I am glad that I’m hear,” said Megan.

“It’s the least I could do: taking you in and giving you a good time. We’ll have to do this again sometime, if that’s okay with you, Megan, “ replied Julia.

“Hell yeah, we will. Maybe even tonight, eh?” Megan said with a hint of continuance in her voice.

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2014-03-11 14:58:32
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2013-10-24 00:53:05
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2013-06-24 22:57:34
"Water sports refers to pissing not female ejaculation, some readers choose stories based on tags."

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2013-03-23 21:37:10
You say you are not a new writer but you certainly couldn't prove that with this piece. Lack of detail, grammar issues and miss tagging the story to boot!!! Water sports refers to pissing not female ejaculation, some readers choose stories based on tags. You've left many dissappointed people as a result. You need work in all aspects of writing, I would recommend taking your time and getting it right before you submit again.

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Myra Tillis looked over what had been the spare bedroom of the house; nodding with satisfaction she closed the door. She had spent the better part of the last week preparing the small room. She had moved the single bed and small dresser against the one wall, and removed the other furniture. Purchasing an easel and flip paper, she hoped it would work for a replacement for a blackboard.

She had placed a standard desk from her downstairs office next to the easel, along with the office chair. Opposite she had put a smaller desk and chair for Tyler.

Glancing at the clock and seeing it was almost three-thirty, she headed for the living room. Tyler, her son, would be home from school soon and she wanted to be waiting. All this work had been for him, and Myra shivered at the thought of what she was going to do. Straightening her shoulders, she felt she needed to do something.

It had been the prior week, when she had arrived to pick up Tyler from his swim practice that all this had started. Sitting in the bleachers, she had arrived early and wanted to enjoy watching him practice.

That enjoyment had been short lived as she listened to the boys horsing around as practice wound down. Sure, some had been directed at others, but it was what was directed at her son Tyler, that had struck the thirty-six year old mother so hard that evening.

Words like Geek or Nerd she could live with. Myra had raised Tyler to be a gentleman and to focus on his studies. Being a struggling single mother, she wanted the best for her son, and she knew education was the key. No, it was the other words that echoed in her mind. Like pussy or wuss, or even worse Momma’s Boy.

Myra had expected Tyler to rage back, but was shocked when her son just took the abuse. He had not even made any comments, simply walked away. Was her son really a Momma’s Boy? She wondered. Had she so focused on him being a gentleman, she had somehow neglected how to be a man.

Tyler had just turned eighteen, and was now the man of the house. She realized, with horror, she was partly at fault. She had treated him as a child, in her own way hoping to keep him to herself. He needed to stand on his own two feet, be assertive and strong.

Myra had thought hard how to help her son; finally, the idea of simply ‘teaching’ him had crept in. The change of the bedroom to a small private classroom was the beginning. Tonight, would be their first ‘class”, she hoped things went well.

Tyler arrived at home, and headed to his room after giving his mother a kiss on the cheek. The smell of her perfume filled his nostrils, and he hustled away before she could see the reaction it caused in his body.

In his room he changed into a t-shirt and jeans, all the while remembering the long day. He couldn’t wait for school to end, and then he could get a fresh start. New place, new friends and people who didn’t know him might make the difference, all the while deep inside, he wondered if he could really change between now and the fall.

After dinner, Tyler returned to his room, this time using his laptop to pull up one of his favorite sites. He needed some release after the long day. He stared at the screen as he watched a mature woman sitting on her couch, then a young man entered the room and slowly began to massage her shoulders.

Not needing a plot, it only took moments before the older woman was stretched on the couch, and the young man was almost mauling her large breasts. Tyler glanced at the title at the bottom of the clip. Momma Does It Right, oh yeah he thought.

Tyler could feel his cock stiffening in his jeans as he watched the young man slide his hand under the skirt of his make believe mother. Just then, he heard a light tap on his door. Fuck, he thought. Quickly he stopped the movie and then closing the lap top, he told his mother she could come in.

When Myra entered his room, she noticed the laptop and Tyler at his desk. A quick glance at his lap confirmed for her, he had been just getting ready to masturbate. She was not naive, she knew Tyler masturbated. After all, she did his laundry. It wasn’t something she brought up, after all everyone did it, even her.

The timing had been perfect, she wanted Tyler a little agitated if this was going to work. She stood beside her son, placing one hand on his broad shoulder.

“Honey, I wanted to talk to you.” Myra told him.

“Sure mom, what’s up?” Tyler looked up at his mother. He tried to keep his eyes focused on her face, not daring to let them drop to the full breasts only inches from his face.

“I wanted to talk to you about practice last week” Myra started.

“Mom, I told you” Tyler cut her off. “It’s no big deal. The guys were horsing around and I am fine.”

“If you are so fine” Myra said. “Why are you angry?” She looked at her son. “Having your manhood questioned is not what any male should have to endure.”

Tyler sighed heavily. He knew his mother was right; it did hurt when the others poked at him. What was he supposed to do? Kağıthane Escort Punch them?

“Look Mom” Tyler said softly. “I’ll figure this out, OK”

“Come with me” Myra said softly. She leaned down and took her son by the hand.

Tyler was confused as his mother led him from his bedroom. What did she have in mind? He stared as they entered the spare bedroom, and he recognized what looked like a made up classroom. He slowly sat in the desk as his mother led him over. Then, Tyler watched as his mother stood facing him from the other desk.

“It is ten minutes to seven” Myra glanced at the clock. “I have ten minutes to explain.”

Tyler sat quietly as his mother spoke. As she explained what she had in mind, he went from confused, to angry, to simply dazed. She couldn’t be serious.

“Every week day” Myra told her son “from seven until eight, we are going to have class. I will teach you Anatomy, biology, psychology, sociology. All the things it takes to be a man.”

Myra walked to the easel. “The first forty-five minutes will be lecture. The last fifteen minutes will be lab.”” She picked up the marker from the stand. A lot of the beginning may seem redundant. I don’t know how in depth public school goes. I, however, will hold nothing back, so you may be a bit shocked.”

“You may take notes if you wish, or just simply listen” Myra continued. “The choice is yours. The lab will be directed by you, and only you. You will see what I mean as we progress.”

Tyler was going to object to the absurdity of this, but saw the determined look in his mothers’ face. Knowing better than to argue with her; he simply sat and waited. He wondered what she meant by more ‘in depth.’

Tyler sat stunned as his mother began a list of words on the blank page. Penis, Dick, Cock, Rod, Prick, even Fuck Stick; were all listed. Next to that list, she began a second row. Pussy, Clam, Cunt, Snatch and Box; all the names for a woman’s anatomy… Jesus, Tyler realized, she really wasn’t holding anything back.

Tyler stared as a third group appeared at the bottom. Make love, copulate, Breed, Fuck, Bang. They were all there he realized.

“Now” Myra continued. “Let’s start with the male. When would it be proper to use each word? There IS a right time and place for each one.” She put a small check next to each as she went through the list.

“Penis” she told Tyler. “Something you might tell your doctor. While a dick is something your male friend has.” She smiled. “Now a rod is something you hold onto, so when you spend your time alone in your room, you are jerking your rod.”

Tyler coughed loudly as he realized his mother was implying he masturbated. She knew, he realized with horror.

“Don’t worry baby” Myra said softly. “Every man jerks his rod, just like every woman fingers her clam.”

“Now his cock” Myra continued. “”That is something a man has when he gets it sucked or stroked by someone else. Preferably by the opposite sex.” She added.

“Jesus Mom” Tyler exclaimed.

“A fuck stick” Myra ignored her sons’ outburst. “That is what you put into a cunt when you fuck a woman.”

For the next forty minutes, Myra went through every part of both the female and male anatomy. As she finished with the various descriptions for a woman’s breasts; Tyler couldn’t help but notice how hers hung firm and full, with small pebbles pressing against the fabric of her blouse.

“All right” Myra told her son. “Lecture is now over. You have fifteen minutes for lab, what would you like to do for today’s lab?”

Tyler sat half in a daze; he could feel his cock straining at his jeans after the graphic descriptions his mother had given him. His eyes hungrily looked at her full chest straining at her blouse.

Myra knew exactly where her son was looking, but remained silent. This had to be him, this was the key, she realized.

“Can I…can I see your breasts?” Tyler asked hesitantly.

“Are you asking?’ Myra replied.

“Yes” Tyler barely got out.

“Then the answer is no” his mother told him. She watched his stunned face.

Walking over, Myra leaned down in front of her son; she knew her large breasts were now filling his frenzied vision. “A man doesn’t ask Tyler” she said in a soft voice. “A man tells.”

His mother abruptly told him class was over for the night, they would resume tomorrow. Tyler sat and watched as his mother strode from the room, her tight ass the last sight. The last words she had said echoed in his mind as he slowly returned to his room.

The next night, Wednesday, Tyler finished his homework in record time, and then considered watching a porn movie. His mind kept wandering back to the clock. By seven he was almost in a state of rabid need as he heard a soft tap on his bedroom door, and the receding step of his mother.

Mutely, Tyler sat through the forty-five minutes of lecture, as his mother reviewed sensitivity spots on both a male and female. That she knew all a man’s sensitive spots Kağıthane Escort Bayan came as a shock to the young man.

After the lecture, Myra looked at her son. It was time to see if he had learned, she realized.

“What would you like for lab today?” she asked.

“Show me your breasts” Tyler said without hesitation.

Myra knew they had now reached the line. To cross it would be no going back, but she was determined to help Tyler on his passage to manhood. Without a word, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling the material free; she set it on the desk beside her.

“Jesus” Tyler moaned when his mother turned back. He knew her 36D’s by heart. How many times had he jerked off into the cups? Now, he stared at the mounds of flesh barely contained in a white lacy bra.

Her bra, Tyler realized. She had kept it on. Why? He wondered. Then, something in the list clicked in his mind.

“Show me your tits” the young man said firmly.

“You’re learning” Myra smiled. Without another word she reached behind her back and undid the clasp to her bra.

Letting the lacy garment slide down her arms she felt her full tits appear before her son. Was she going too far? She wondered. The stunned but hungry look in her son’s eyes told her she had accomplished goal number one. Tyler had learned to not ask, but SAY what he wanted.

Tyler could only sit and drink in the vision of his mothers’ beautiful breasts. The curve as they stood proud. Even her hard nipples stood out straight. Hard nipples, he thought. Jesus, is she turned on or just the cool air of the small room he wondered.

A small buzz sounded behind Myra. She stepped towards her son, letting him see her breasts in close-up. She felt her nipples stiffening even harder under his lust filled gaze.

“Lab is now over” she whispered. “You are learning baby” her voice not able to hide the huskiness.

For the next week, Tyler listened to his mother lecture about how to be assertive without being aggressive and the difference between being in charge and following. Each lesson sank into the young man’s mind as he tried different things for each lab session.

Simple directions like showing her tits or even removing her slacks, followed by more complex commands. Playing with her nipples or even teasing herself over her panties. As Tyler watched the growing wet spot on the thin garment, he then knew his mother was as turned on as he was.

By the second week Tyler wanted more, he decided it was time to put the lessons his mother had been giving him to the true test. This time, instead of waiting for her in his room, Tyler was already seated in his chair when Myra entered the room. She looked at her son in surprise.

“A bit eager today aren’t you?” Myra asked with a smile.

Instead of answering, Tyler watched the clock. He wanted this timed just right. Just as the clock ticked 7pm, before his mother could speak, he raised a hand to silence her.

“Today is a full lab session” Tyler said firmly. “You will now strip.”

“I don’t think…” Myra started to say, only to be interrupted.

“Then don’t think mother” Tyler said quickly. “It wasn’t a request…strip” he added in a stronger voice.

Myra felt a shudder run the length of her spine. Tyler couldn’t mean…she could feel the control she had exercised for over the last week simply shatter in that moment.

Tyler rose from his chair and stood in front of his mother, his eyes locked to hers. She could smell his aftershave as she tried to stare back, and then letting her eyes drop. As if they had a will of their own, her hands undid the buttons on her blouse, letting the cloth fall to the floor. Following it with the pale pink bra she wore, she felt her son’s eyes burn into her skin.

Hooking her thumbs into the waist band of her yoga pants, she shimmied the cloth over her hips, as it gather at her feet she used one foot to lightly kick the material to the side. She stood in just her pink panties, her breathing ragged.

“Tyler…I…” Myra tried to whisper.

“All of it…now,” His voice was like a hypnotic command in her ears.

“Oh God” Myra moaned as she slowly slid her panties down and let them fall to the floor.

Tyler watched as his mothers’ bare pussy came into view. She was clean shaven so when she had demonstrated her anatomy Tyler had a clear view. He could see small droplets of moisture starting to collect on her outer lips.

“Sit on the desk” Tyler commanded. “Show me how wet that pussy is.” He told his mother.

With a moan, Myra slid back onto the desk, letting her legs splay open. She watched as Tyler knelt between her thighs, she could feel his hot breath on her thighs he was so close. Reaching down, she used her fingers to spread her outer lips open, letting him gaze into her moist pink interior.

“How wet are you?” Tyler asked. “Tell me.” He directed his mother.

“Soaked…I am soaking wet” Myra gasped. “Oh God…don’t do this Tyler.” She Escort Kağıthane begged.

“Show me how wet” Tyler didn’t relent. He only had an hour and he planned to take full advantage of it. “Shove a finger into that wet cunt” he choice of changing words sending a bolt through Myra.

“Tylerrrrrrrr” Myra moaned, but unable to stop herself as she jammed her finger deep into her wet cunt.

“That’s it mother” Tyler hissed. “Finger that wet cunt.” He said

Tyler wasn’t sure how far his mother would go, but he was starting to understand her depths as much as his own. Just as he needed to learn to take control, it seemed Myra needed to BE controlled.

For Myra, it was as if she had slipped back to being eighteen again. As a strong older man took charge of her, putting her into the position where her son had been created. This time the ‘man’ was her son, but the voice and strength were the same to her. She looked through lidded eyes and watched as her son gazed between her lewdly splayed thighs. She could hear the wet squelch as now two fingers pumped in and out of her dripping cunt.

Tyler could smell his mothers’ heat, and watch as her cream dripped out to puddle on the desk under her ass. He glanced up and saw he was quickly running out of time, rising to his feet he stared into his mothers’ eyes.

“You like that, don’t you mother.” His voice was strong and clear. “Fingering your wet cunt in front of your son.” He told her.

“Oh God Tyler” Myra could only grunt in return.

“I bet your pussy juice tastes so sweet” his voice hissed in her ear.

“Unnghhh” Myra shuddered violently at his words.

“Taste it mother” he directed his mother. “Show me how good you taste.”

Without taking her eyes from Tyler, Myra pulled her soaked fingers free and slid them into her open mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm” the wanton mother mewled. She rolled her fingers across her tongue, savoring her juices as they slid down her throat.

Before Tyler even needed to tell her, Myra had shoved her fingers back deep into herself, hearing the obscene wet sucking as her tight walls pulled them inside.

“Oh fuck”” she gasped. “I’m going to cum.” She moaned.

“Not yet!” Tyler barked, causing her eyes to snap open and stare at him.

Her eyes widened as she realized his jeans were now undone and he was holding his throbbing cock in his grip. Oh God, he wouldn’t she thought. Yet, with a dark certainty, Myra knew at that moment, she would have welcomed him inside her.

“Give me your fingers” Tyler commanded her.

Without hesitation, Myra pulled her now drenched fingers free of her clenching hole, and slid them between her sons’ lips. Her body shook violently as she watched him suck her juices off her shaking hand.

“Mmmmmmmm” Tyler murmured. “Fucking delicious” he mumbled through his full mouth.

“Oh shit!” Myra grunted as the orgasm lurking deep in her belly suddenly burst free.

Coming” Myra keened. “Oh my Godddddddddd” her body jerked as she felt her cunt cream gush out of her untouched holed, forming a river onto the desk.

Watching his mother orgasm, as the scent and taste of her filled his senses, drove Tyler over the edge. He felt his cock throb in his grip.

“Oh Fuck Mom” he grunted around her fingers.

Through lust hazed eyes Myra watched as his cock jerked, and then a thick rope of hot cum arched out between them, to splash across her belly. She could feel the thick cream begin to ooze down her skin closer to her quivering cunt.

“Give it to me…please” she gasped.

Tyler pulled his mouth free and shuffled closer. The next thick rope, of hot cum came jetting out and splattering over her gaping cunt lips. He felt like his balls were emptying on the spot as his hot cum exploded out again and again.

Myra’s eyes rolled back as her body sank back onto the desk, gasping to catch her breath. Dimly she heard the buzz of the timer behind her signaling the end of class.

Tyler slipped his softening cock back into his jeans, looking down at his nude mother splayed out on the desk. This was going to be interesting, the young man thought. He knew he had to take this slow, or his mother might start to fight back. One step at a time he quietly thought as he left the room.

Still in a haze of lust, Myra’s mind whirled. What had she unleashed on herself? She thought. She could feel her son’s cum slowly drying on her belly and between her thighs, while the wet puddle on the desk under her ass reminded her how her own body had betrayed her.

This can’t go any further, she thought with horror. She had to reassert control again, these classes were to help Tyler become a man, not help him seduce his own mother.

For the next week Myra kept the classes on a more direct approach. She deliberately skipped having a lab for two sessions. Then, when she resumed them, it was more towards how to approach a woman, talk to her.

It was on Thursday that Myra was surprised by a comment from her son. She was stunned when he admitted he had never kissed a girl. He was eighteen, he had to have at least gotten that far, she thought.

Standing next to her son she looked up into his eyes. She could feel the electricity in the room growing. Once again, she found herself treading on dangerous groun