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Friends, my name is a symbol of PCA am very old reader. Many times the story of my life I wanted to put in front of all the people were afraid.

And those stories are true or false, I can not tell you my story is a hundred percent true.

Speak of those days when I was living with his uncle at home, uncle, aunt and her daughter, whose name is Shashi, lived. She was young, was a big fan. She and her breasts will be around 34 equally. But I did not want to fuck him /

He was a friend of mine, whenever he comes to my house and see my sister was staring staring. I was aware of that heart and that I wanted He wanted Chudna.

Once I was alone at home so I called Sachin at home, they brought with them CDs of blue films. We were both watching blue film several times. I put the CD in the computer and watched. Ludha was sparked in me a desire to take. I put a CD turner looking to see what drugs I was taking Siskariaँ. I wanted to set me Chode Sachin.

He was now attracting. He was wearing shorts and I was sitting with me. I started up my shorts for him to draw his attention was not on my side. I did not know what to do.

Then an idea came to my mind, I asked her to tea, but I say that I went to make tea. We were sitting drinking tea when I spilled tea on my shorts.

Sachin - the symbol of man, can not drink tea from the rest? The film does not look right.

I - sorry, man, what do I do now?

Sachin - wash your shorts off, otherwise the mark will be.

I wanted that, I washed off the shorts began to see the movie. Then I took over, and with all your Anderviar beginning to see the movie.

Watching the film went through her sex. I put a hand on her thigh, she inadvertently placed his hand on my thigh. I put a hand on his arm to move upward.

He was probably what I now know about that.

Sachin - damn, that girl if you are enjoying today.

I - tell you what you can do right?

Sachin - the girl on your thighs white - are smooth.

I - Thank you!

Sachin - do not mind if I tell you something?

I - tell me!

Sachin - you can get up for this girl?

I - OK, but not after just a little longer today.

I was happy was going crazy.

He paid off all my clothes one by one. I just wore Anderviar. He took his pants and then in Anderviar Ludha out its 7-inch. Given that I was crazy. Anderviar She also took off and the room.

He dropped me on the bed, then came up to me and put his cock in my mouth .. the story of real sex stories Free dot com site is published.

I started sucking, I was enjoying it. Then after a while my mouth was Chodta.

I - He is no longer the man! She hit me up!

Sachin - not just what I wanted and nothing else.

I began to beg Then he said - on one condition!

I - what?

He - Man, your sister is very sexy, I want to fuck you, it will help me.

I - yes, yes! When did I refuse!

He was happy, she made me a horse and the oil began to fly.

After 15 minutes of work, his whole Ludha She was in me.

Choada me like a dog several times after that, I lured my sister Chudta everyday.

I tell the truth was that I like Lude.

I told him my friends too Chudwaya me.

But now I could not put off much longer.

He said - until now you Chudwayega my sister, I do not Choduँga you.

And I had to accept.

One day Uncle - aunt was away, I and my sister were alone at home Shashi. He called me at home. My sister made tea and went to sleep in your room.

After a while I went and looked, she was already asleep, he was wearing a skirt and top, short skirt was due to see her thighs.

He told me - you go into the room, I'm in charge, then I'll do anything.

He walked into the room, I was looking at all of the window.

He was afraid, Shashi he gingerly put his hands on the thighs, then started caressing. She was still scared. Then he started dipping inside the skirt.

Then my sister got up.

Shashi - Sachin brother you?

He - Yes I am!

Shashi - are you doing here?

Sachin - Shashi, I love you and want to kiss you.

Only Shashi slapped her voice shouting and I came out, I hid.

He then said - he has been out for some work, come in an hour.

Shashi's behavior began to change. Shashi told him to go.

Sachin - just what I do, I will go.

Shashi - right on the cheek! After that you will go.

He then went to kiss her and started kissing.

Shashi said - How long have you?

Sachin - I'm just not the same what? How long do it!

Shashi laughing - you're smart.

He then started kissing her and to kiss up to 5 minutes. Shashi was beginning to enjoy now and he was kissing her. I was glad to see it.

Gradually, he started off his clothes, in a little while they were all bare.

The first time I saw Shashi naked and I was seeing. I was hitting the fist. They were kissing madly. He told her and she wanted him Ludha was the same.

She was sucking like crazy, He was going to his mouth Chode. Now I wanted to Chudna. Then I called to him to friends who were Chodte me, his name is Ravi and Raju.

He became the second room he heard the sound of Sachin and Shashi. That said - we Chodenge you only when you Chudwayega us his sister.

And believe me, we all went to my sister's room to see my sister, we got scared.

I spoke - Shashi Do not be afraid! These are my only friend.

I know in the lives of Shashi, Shashi Ludha started sucking it again.

Sun and Raju said - we Chodenge your sister.

I said - OK.

And pressing and sucking boobs of Raju's Shashi and Ravi Shashi was licking the lips. I sit there looking at it. All three of my sister put to bed and began Chodne one's mouth. He lay down and rolled up to now have their Shashi. He was moving slowly inside of her Shashi, Shashi Siskariaँ was carried out at the end Ludha been completed.

She put her in the oil and insert your Ludha Sun's. Shashi was screaming was happy.

Now both Lude Sman had the big swing was Chod. Raju was still playing Cucion.

Only Shashi bid - Brother, come here!

I turned to him. He grabbed me and started sucking Ludha, I was going mad with joy. Then the Sun went out and I thought my sister Chodne. Four of us in every way the Shashi Choada. He was not going to run now that it still was not Chod, Sachin had made her mare.

Ravi told me I was happy to be rocking. Now I and my sister was the mare, and she turned three we Chod was changed. He re-Lude Chuswaa us.

She has red Ravi slapped kill me but I had fun.

Then me and my sister all sit down and put us one by one all her juices. We all were happy, I and my sister went to the bathroom shower that only three of them came in the bathroom.

They let us sit down again. I was surprised.

Then he began to piss us all together. We had a bath in the urine.

Then the three of them left.

Since then the three of them are Chod and we are enjoying our lives.

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Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it was kinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

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Mitch was playing XBox when he heard a car door slam. He looked out the window to see Emma, his next door neighbor coming home from shopping. "Damn she's fucking hot," Mitch thought to himself. Emma had been divorced fo

r about a year, and Mitch felt a little guilty for looking at her this way. He really liked Mr. Ferguson, he'd lived next door to them since he was an infant, but Mitch was nineteen now and Mrs. Ferguson's tits were calling to him. 

Mitch figured he could fill a gallon milk bottle if he had kept all the semen he'd produced while watching Emma sunbathe by her pool, and he'd only been home from college for a week. Beating his meat while looking at Emma in a bikini wasn't going to be enough for Mitch this summer, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to squeeze her 36DD funbags as her pumped his eight inches of steel in and out of her shaved cunt.

Mitch had one problem, Emma and his mom had been best friends since before he was born. When Mitch looked at Emma, he saw the smoking hot blonde, with huge tits and a gorgeous ass. When Emma looked at Mitch, she saw the six year old in a Lone Ranger mask, shooting a cap gun in front of her house. Mitch figured that at some point Emma had to feel the need for some cock. She wasn't an old maid yet, far from it, she was only forty-two, and didn't look a day over twenty-five. 

Mitch knew Emma wasn't seeing anyone, and he hoped that if she was using toys to satisfy her needs, it wouldn't be long before she grew as tired of them as Mitch had grown of his hand. All Mitch had to do was convince Emma that he wasn't the little boy she'd watch grow up. He had to show her he was a full grown man, capable of satisfying her desires. Mitch wasn't dumb enough to think that he could have any kind of relationship with Emma, she'd never be able to look his mom in the eye again. He had to be the young stud with a hard dick that she just fucked for fun.

In order to do that, Mitch was going to have to show her that he wasn't such a little boy anymore. That was going to be tough for him, he didn't even call her by her first name, but Mitch had all summer to do it. The first thing Mitch thought he had to do was let Emma see just how much he'd grown. Mitch was no dumpy college dork, he was on the swim team in college, and he had a gorgeous body. He had short close cropped brown hair that made his lean handsome face look rugged and chiseled. He kept his lean tight body always perfectly shaved for swimming, and his long thick eight inch cock looked more like a work of art than a sex organ. 

Mitch had a plan to show himself off to Emma. He went and bought a pair of white swim trunks two sizes too small. After his parents had gone to sleep that night, he went outside and took a saw from the garage. There was a huge tree in their backyard, and some of the branches hung over the pool. Every fall it was a pain cleaning the fallen leaves out so the pool could be used. Mitch figured if you couldn't swim in a pool with leaves, you certainly couldn't use one with a huge tree branch in it. Mitch sawed one of the tree limbs about halfway through, hoping its weight would cause it to fall into the pool by morning. 

Mitch woke up the next morning to find the tree limb crashed into the pool, just as he hoped. He went downstairs to the kitchen and found his mother making breakfast. 

"Mom, did you see the tree limb in the pool, how am I going to practice?" 

"Don't worry honey, I already called a tree service, I'm sure Emma will let you use her pool for today."

Sweet victory, Mitch thought to himself. Not only was his scheme in motion, but his mom had made the suggestion he use Emma's pool. About an hour later Mitch was knocking on Emma's door,

"Hi Mrs. Ferguson, a big tree limb fell into our pool last night...I was wondering if I could use your pool for my workout?"

"Oh of course sweetie, come on in."

Mitch came in and chatted with Emma for a few minutes before he changed into his swim trunks and went out to the pool. Mitch's extremely tight swim trunks were so small that every single detail of his dick was clearly visible, and they weren't even wet. Mitch thought that if he were to get an erection, it might just tear the trunks right off of him. 

Mitch went outside, jumped into the water, and swam a few laps. He was carefully keeping an eye on the windows to make sure Emma was somewhere she could see outside when he got out of the pool. Mitch could see that Emma had come into the kitchen, and was making a pitcher of iced tea. Mitch seized his opportunity. He slowly climbed out of the pool and turned to face the window. With his swim trunks wet, they were completely see through, and even tighter fitting. Mitch's manhood was clearly on display. Mitch stood there for a moment. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

Emma wasn't really paying any attention to Mitch, she only casually glanced out the window, but the sight shocked her. She quickly looked away at first, but was unable to stop herself from taking a second peek. She looked long enough to at least confirm that she had seen what she thought she'd seen. She quickly looked back down at the iced tea she was making, but the picture of Mitch's cock was burned into her mind now. She tried to think of something else, like when Mitch was a little boy, or better yet when he was a baby. "I was at the hospital the day that boy was born," Emma thought to herself. Emma tried to think back to when Mitch was a baby, she'd changed his diaper many times. Emma told herself that it wasn't the first time she'd see the boy's wee wee.

Emma had made herself feel a little better until she heard splashing, Mitch was getting out of the pool again. Emma tried to make herself not look, but she couldn't. Emma thought that Mitch's cock looked even bigger this time, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. "This is my best friend's son...what would Donna think?" Emma tore her eyes away. When she heard a splash she walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

It had been a while for Emma, her toys kept her sane, but she hadn't felt anything warm inside her in far too long. Emma tried hard to erase what she'd seen from her mind, then she heard slashing again. Emma forced herself to stay in the couch for a moment, but she couldn't resist the urge. Emma got up and went to the window. "Oh my goodness!" Emma whispered. The entire head of Mitch's cock was poking out of his swim trunks. Emma was staring at like a hungry lion, at raw meat. "Please don't let Donna find out." Emma said to herself.

Mitch finished his workout and came inside. He asked Emma if he could go upstairs and take a shower. Emma said yes, and when she heard the water turn on she did something purely on impulse. She grabbed a towel and opened the door. Emma found Mitch standing there naked and said, "Oh I'm sorry honey, I just wanted to bring you a towel." Mitch made no effort to cover himself as he thanked her and took the towel. 

Mitch saw his opportunity as Emma lingered at the door and said, "You don't have to be embarrassed Mrs. Ferguson, I'm not ashamed of my body, I don't mind you seeing me naked." 

Emma couldn't help but stare, she composed herself and said, "Oh no dear...you have a very nice body."

Mitch could tell Emma was nervous, he inched closer to her and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Ferguson I think you have a very nice body too."

Emma was using all her willpower to not throw herself at Mitch until she looked down and saw Mitch's penis begin to grow. Emma was trembling as Mitch took a step closer to her. Mitch had a full erection when Emma spoke, "You're a little excited I see."

"Yes I am," Mitch said in a deep seductive voice as he took a step closer to Emma.

"What would your mother say?" Emma asked, almost stuttering.

"My mother doesn't need to know." Mitch said as he put his hand on the small of Emma's back, and pulled himself so close, that the tip of his penis touched her belly button. Emma wanted to stop herself, but she couldn't. It had been so long since she had a man inside her. She needed this. Mitch felt Emma's hand cautiously touch his penis. She wasn't trying to stimulate him, she wanted to touch it, explore it, as if she had forgotten what one felt like.

Emma couldn't control herself, she dropped to her knees and stared at Mitch's erection for a long moment. It wasn't too late for her to turn back, she could still send the boy home, take a cold shower and forget it ever happened. For a second Emma thought she could but then...

Mitch let out a soft moan of pleasure as Emma took him into her mouth. Mitch tasted like sweet candy to her. Emma sucked him like a lollipop, she was almost getting more pleasure from it than him. He felt so warm in her mouth, she could feel his heart beating, feel his breathing. Emma unbuttoned her top and let it fall to the floor and began caressing her breasts with both hands. 

As good as Mitch tasted, Emma needed more. She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. This was Mitch's dream, Emma was standing in front of him naked. He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her to face away from him. He grabbed her left leg and lifted it, leaving the right on the floor, and thrust into Emma. 

Emma moaned when she felt Mitch penetrate her. She had a real cock inside her for the first time in a year. She wanted to feel every inch of it. She didn't care that Mitch was pumping like a horny schoolboy, she wanted to feel it. Mitch couldn't do it standing up for long so Emma led him to the couch and let him sit down. She climbed on top of him and quickly stuffed his penis back inside her. Emma fucked him like a teenager, sliding up and down on his pole with blazing speed. 

"He's so big," Emma thought to herself as Mitch filled her. She suddenly turned around to face away from him without allowing his cock outside her, and continued riding him. Mitch didn't think he could last much longer, Emma was like a bucking bronco on top of him. Mitch had no control, if Emma was going to cum it was completely up to her. Mitch could feel the sweat building up on Emma's body, she was fucking him like wild. Suddenly Mitch couldn't take anymore, he felt himself explode inside Emma. Emma only fucked Mitch harder when she felt his sperm fill her, she was screaming with pleasure when she finally collapsed on top of him. Emma lay on top of Mitch for a few moments before she climbed off. She really didn't have any idea what to say to Mitch, she'd acted in the heat of lust. 

Mitch finally broke the awkward silence with, "Don't worry Mrs. Ferguson, I won't tell if you won't." Mitch headed home with a huge smile on his face. Mitch came in through the back door. His mother was chewing on an apple as she asked, "How was your workout dear?"