Soccer-Mom: Stud and Neighbor Call

I wanted to wear sexy thong panties but decided on a more simple but still nice pink pair with flowers on the waistband and a sweet pink bow. My girlie parts had a surge of moisture when I envisioned the boy's hand dipping under the waistband and down to my cunny. I dipped my hand to my crotch and ran my palm over my pubic mound and down under to give myself a feel. It felt good to stroke my pussy. But I just knew a male hand would feel a whole lot better. Were you that turned on Dorothy when you went on your first blackmail date?

Then, I realized that I had forgotten to shave my pubes like you recommended. Seems all the young girls are cleanly shaven nowadays. I went to the bathroom and did a thorough job, using my husband's shaving cream and razor. I even did the crack of my ass around my anus. Hell I thought, I didn't even take this much care in dressing for my high school prom.

So, there I was later at the agreed time, standing on the corner when a four-door, older model car drove up with a young man driving and another in the back seat. The boy in the back leaned over and opened the door and looked up at me. "Hi Dorothy. Get in." I hesitated. I thought there was going to be only one not two. He repeated firmly, "Get the fuck in the car." I slid into the back seat and closed the door, accepting my fate. The car smelled of beer and grass. Both guys had open cans of beer in their hands and several empties were on the floor.

The young men were as I expected, about your son's age of twenty-one and better looking and athletic than I had hoped. They wore preppy Dockers khaki slacks and golf-style T-shirts. The one in the front was looking ahead but the boy beside me was brazenly eyeing me up and down as if I was his prey - which, I guess, I was.

He was the first to speak. "Very nice. Yes, very, very nice. Hey, Phil we have one sweet looking MILF back here. Yes, a very fuckable MILF. She looks a bit different than the orgy pics but I guess these older ladies like to change their hair color and such."

This is certainly not a shy guy. He seemed to know what he wants. I instinctively squeezed my knees together and I felt my face blush hotly. What have I gotten myself into?

Wasting no time, he slid over with a shit-ass grin on his face and put an arm over my shoulder. "Let's see what we have down here." The conceited shit reached down the top of my dress and under my bra to cup my breast, skin on skin. It took my breath away. I had expected that we would drive to a motel or some place and have erotic sex like the type of civilized boys I thought were in a fraternity at a good university. That was obviously naive of me. I now saw that when these young studs have a woman offering herself up as a 'boy toy' with no-holds-barred, it brings out a different side of their nature.

I didn't know how far these guys would go into the dark side. But I also knew I had made my bed and I would have to sleep in it.

The boy pulled the string down my arm that was holding up one side of the top of my dress. Then he pulled that side of the top of my dress down, fully exposing my right breast. "Hey, Phil. Take a look at this." The driver turned around and stared intently at my chest. I felt like such a harlot.

"Sweet," he said. I looked out the window rather than watch his eyes ogle my exposure.

The boy named Robert kept squeezing my breast and nipple rather hard but I can't say it didn't start to feel pretty good. I stole a glace down at the boy's package and there was a good size tent in his Dockers. He spotted me looking down there. "I see what you're looking at, you slut. Why don't you take a good feel of the dick that is going to fuck you." He grabbed my left hand and forced it to his crotch. I could feel a hard staff that was a lot bigger than my husband, Ralph's. "Nice cock, eh? Why don't you unzip me and give that big fella some air?" I hesitated. "I SAID, take my dick out, slut."

I reached down as instructed, pulled the zipper down and could see his red underwear in the opening. "Why don't I give you a hand." Impatiently, he reached in and pulled out his very substantial manhood. I was amazed at the size. He put my hand on it. "Take a good hold of that babe. Bet you never seen one like that." He was right. I circled my hand around the thick base of his penis and there was a good three or four inches still above my hand. I hadn't felt a cock that stiff since my wedding night. Dorothy, I was thinking, how the hell will I be able to fit that thing in my vagina?

The boy named Phil in the front yelled out, "Don't you dare start fucking her, Robert. We agreed that I would be first. If you go first with that wang of yours, you'll open her up so wide I won't be able to feel a thing."

I cringed at the thought and suddenly I looked at myself and realized I was a grown, female executive and mother, sitting in the back seat of a car with my hand around a strange young man's penis with my bare right tit hanging out like a harlot listening to them arguing about who would mount me first. Life is so strange.

Robert snickered, "Don't worry fuck-nuts, I just want to get a bit of head while we drive to the room." With this, he puts his hand to the back of my head and firmly pushes it to his penis. My nose hits the wet tip with enough force that it makes my eyes water. "Sorry, babe. Guess I'm a bit too anxious." He shifts my head so that my mouth is positioned right.

I have to tell you, Dorothy that I haven't given Ralph oral sex since our honeymoon. I had taken it off the menu. But this man was definitely not going to accept a no, so I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he pushed my head down until the tip was hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a bit and he said, "Sorry, love. There I go again, a bit impatient. Why don't you just bob your head up and down like a good cocksucker at your own speed." That was a whole lot better idea than him impaling my head on his erection, so I bobbed and sucked the best I could.

The taste of him was a bit salty but nice and the scent of his crotch was musky and very masculine. I could feel blood rush to my girlie parts. This was the most erotic thing I had ever done. He seemed happy. He pulled my hair back so he could see my lips circling his hardness. "Wow, Phil. I wish you could see this MILF sucking my dick. It is one sweet sight." I looked up into his eyes and they seemed to be glazed over with erotic images floating behind them.

All of a sudden, I felt the car bounce up like it had mounted a curb. Roberts balls bounced off my chin. The driver shouted out, "Put your dick away. We are here at the Love Boat Motel. Yeee HAW." I sat up and put my dress in order as Bob zipped himself up. We took the stairs and entered a door on the second floor. It was a standard motel room with two beds and a few arm chairs. It smelled a bit like disinfectant.

Robert went directly to the washroom to have a pee. I was standing with Phil, who is a sweet looking young man about my height with neat blonde hair. Without Robert to bolster his courage, he seemed a bit shy and awkward. He looked down and says, "That is a very pretty dress you are wearing, maam."

"Thank you Phil. That is very nice of you to say."

He continued, "I think you are very beautiful."

I almost felt like eating him up right there on the spot, he was so sweet.

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and out stepped Robert who loudly shouted, "LET THE FUCKING BEGIN." He's a full head taller than Phil and I, with thick black hair and the build of a rugby player. He has an air of danger about him. He was a bit drunk and rowdy whereas Phil had the calm of a pot smoker.

He looked over at Phil and said, "What the fuck dude? I leave you alone with this slut MILF and you didn't do anything? You're not in the front seat now man. Dip your hand in there and get a good handful of MILF titty."

Phil stepped forward and reached down my dress and under my bra. He closed his eyes and a small contented smile crossed his lips as he groped my breast. He gently rolled my nipple between his fingers. I looked over at Robert who was massaging his crotch over his slacks with a sly smile on his face.

"How does that feel Phil?" asks Robert.

"Sweet"

"Now ask her anything you want buddy. Go for it. Let your mind go wild. She will do anything."

Dorothy, I didn't know what to expect and then the sweet lad said, "It would be kinda of nice to have like a strip tease dance." He looked at me. "Would you do that?" I nodded yes. What the hell. Not what I expected but.... Robert sat on the bed and Phil sat in an armchair. The floor in front of them was my stage.

Who would have thought it. There I was standing in front of two young men about to take off all my clothes. Lightning strike me down. Robert started singing his version of a strippers song and I started to take down the strings on my shoulders to release my breasts but Robert shouted, "NO, NO. Let's do some struts and shake that booty real sexy like. Unleash your inner stripper, girl. Slow and sexy."

I strutted forward, turned and wiggled my ass a bit on the return walk. Robert howled his approval. I turned to face the boys and put my hands over my head and undulated my hips and body. This was really starting to turn me on. I reached down and took two handfuls of my skirt and drew up the hem to show a bit of thigh. Robert was massaging his crotch and ogling my legs. Phil was sitting stiffly with a studious look on his face like a lot of thoughts were going through his head. I leaned over very low and gave them a good look down my top and then gave my chest a good shake. God did I feel sexy. I turned around and bent over and lifted the back of my skirt up high enough so that they must have seen my panties. Robert gave a few hoots at this but Phil was still silent. I did notice a tent growing in his pants.

I turned to face them and saw that Robert had his bare penis in his hand and was stoking it slowly. He yelled, "Take it off!" I reached behind and felt my zipper and pulled it down to below my waist. The top was loose and I held it with both hands and slowly dropped the dress to the floor while wiggling my body seductively. Now I was standing there in just my bra, panties and heels. I hoped they didn't see a wet spot because I was getting VERY wet down there.

Robert yelled out, "For fuck-sake Phil, pull out your dick and give it a few strokes like you do every night. Phil blushed and just sat there looking at me as I danced. Robert continued, "Baby, go over there and pull his pecker out of his jeans. It needs air." That seemed like a good idea. I was curious about seeing Phil's body so I went over and undid his belt, unzipped and opened his pants, then pulled his underwear and pants down to his thighs. He had average size equipment that would make many women happy in the future. His penis had turned soft from the embarrassment of being exposed.

Robert piped up, "Give that dick a good lick. It needs attention." I dipped my lips and twirled them around the head and it is instantly hard. Robert yelled, "Okay, now TAKE IT OFF."

I went back to the center of my stage and started strutting and shaking my booty. I reached back and undid my bra and then held the cups in the front. I looked over at Phil who was now brazenly stroking his stiff manhood while his eyes were drilled into my chest. I wanted this to be for him so I blew him a kiss and then slowly revealed my 36C breasts to him. A big grin crossed his face.

Crazy, but I feel really good that he enjoyed seeing me naked. I bent over and gave my tits a good shake. They are still very firm for a woman my age. I turned, spread my feet and bent over and shook my butt. I just knew they could see the wet spot there.

True to form, Robert yelled, "Look at that fucking wet spot. This bitch is in heat, Chris. She is just lovin' this. Hey, MILF go over there and let Chris take of those panties." I walked over to the armchair he was sitting on. The boy was staring at the Y where my legs meet my body and reached up with both hands, took a hold of the waist-band on either hip and reverently peeled them down slowly revealing my secret place. He licked his lips like a hungry person. My panties fell to the floor. Chris suddenly grabbed the buns of my ass and pulled my pussy to his face and nestled his nose under my camel-toe notch.

At this point, I was going fucking crazy with lust. I had just stripped for two handsome young hunks and my pussy was throbbing and soaking wet. Now, one was face-first into my middle and I can feel his hot breath on my clit. Fuck, I needed a stiff cock in my pussy before I went mad. I don't give a rat's ass what they thought of me. I needed COCK with a capital C.

I reached down and grabbed Phil's hand and drug him over to the bed. He was hopping because his pants were around his ankles. I flopped him on his back and pulled the pants and underwear off. Then I straddled his waist and dipped one hand down to his cock and put the tip at the entrance to my vagina and impaled the lad as deep as his cock would go. I almost had an orgasm that first thrust.

I rode him hard for ten or so strokes until my mad-fury had eased. Then, looking down at him I saw his sweet face looking up at me in awe. His shirt was still on and I pushed it up and over his head. I wanted him totally nude. He had a nice build, not athletic, just nice and trim. Still impaled, I leaned my breasts onto his chest and kissed his ear. He must have been surprised when I whispered, "God, I love your cock."

With this, he seemed to come out of his shell. Maybe it relieved him of any guilt that they were blackmailing me - who knows? He pushed me up and took two handfuls of my breasts and massaged them. He grabbed my ass and thrusted his cock into my pussy from below. He rolled me onto my back and fell on me, missionary style. He was thrusting in a frenzy and growling, "So you like to fuck, eh? Well you met the right guy, you horny slut."

I moved my hands to hold the cheeks of his ass as he pounded away to assure him that yes, I was a horny slut that liked him fucking me. Feeling his buns put him over the top and he let out a huge growl and gave three big final thrusts and then pulled out and shot strings of semen on my stomach. He rolled off, panting and exhausted but with a very satisfied look on his face. I was still unfulfilled and frantic.

I heard a voice on the other bed, "Time to come over here and play with Bobbie." There was Robert, totally naked on the other bed waving me over. All I could see was his big cock. Dorothy, it was like a giant magnet pulling me. My brain was in a primal sexual fog and my cunny was burning with desire. I simply needed that hard cock in my vagina. It was blind instinct like those bloody salmon or something. He is quite a hunk but I tell you Dorothy, if that dick was attached to Quasi-fucking-moto at that moment, I would have run over to that bed just as quick as I did.

He saw the look of urgency on my face and said, "Slow down sexy MILF. Don't worry. Robert will fuck you real good." He had a towel and tossed it to me. "Why don't you clean Chris' spunk off your stomach, darling?" I wiped it clean and slipped down beside where he lay with a pillow under his head. My hand instinctively circled the base of his penis. The extreme width and length of it sent a panicky shot of adrenaline through my body along with a simultaneous thrill of anticipation. I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck and kissed him gently as a sign of submission. I was his and I waited for how he would use me.

He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at my body. "Nice. I like. Yes, very nice. Very fuckable." He cupped my breast and a lightning bolt shot down to my crotch. It took my breath away and I groaned in pleasure. "Hmmm. A little sensitive are we?" He slid his hand over my stomach and before he could reach my private area, I had opened my legs as far as I could. I wanted his touch in every part of my womanhood. "Thanks baby for opening up for me so well. Very nice."

His eyes were glued to my lower body and I could feel his hand slip over my cleanly shaven pubic mound and then down to the soaking wet lips below. I started panting like the bloody bitch in heat I had become. "Ahhh what a wet pussy we have here. Nice, very nice." He slipped two fingers and then three into my vagina and went in and out several times as I moaned loud enough to be heard outside. Part of his palm slid deliciously over my sensitive clitoris. I would never have believed it was possible to be that horny. "Nice pussy, baby. Not the tightest but very fuckable. What do you think MILF. Want to fuck?" I nodded frantically.

The young stud got up on his knees on the far side of the bed and he lifted my ass so that he placed me in the center on my back. He then knelt between my legs and looked down at me with pure lust in his eyes. His cock looked enormous from this angle and it appeared to be rock hard. I instinctively reached my hands up towards him as an invitation and a sign of complete submission.

He smiled and fell onto his elbows so that his body was suspended by elbows and knees and only lightly touching my body. I could feel the head of his penis a bit below the opening of my love canal so with no conscious thought on my part, my body shifted my crotch lower so the head was lodged in perfect position. In a heartbeat, he drove that monster deep into my center. I gave a husky growl and wrapped my legs around his thighs to make sure he didn't get away until the burning in my cunt was extinguished.

His giant cock filled my pussy like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like a new kind of sex. His hips undulated as he thrust into me over and over again. It was pleasure - pain. As I got closer to an orgasm, I grabbed his butt cheeks and dug my nails into his skin. In desperation, I pulled his ass in rhythm with his thrusting like a jockey whipping his horse to the finish line.

Dorothy, all I can say is that the universe exploded in a kind of white light with a feeling that I was leaping off a high cliff into the unknown. It was incredible and almost death-defying. I have never had an orgasm even close to that. I hope you have one that good.

I was very groggy at that point. Robert hadn't cum. The boy stud got me on all fours on the bed and drilled me doggy-style. I could feel my tits swinging lewdly with each of his thrusts. I looked over at the other bed and Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed stroking his hard cock as he watched us. I instantly felt like a total slut and a hot blush crossed my face.

Then my pussy started getting totally aroused again and I lost all modesty. I could feel his hairy balls slapping against my clit. He started to slap my butt with a real stinging sensation. Pleasure-pain again. Fuck I love it. I yelled, "Yes. Fuck me. Do me, baby. Fuck that pussy." It was no act. Those words just flowed out without any thought. This likely helped him get off because I could feel his weapon convulsing and spewing semen into my pussy and he growled like an animal. I came to, not as intensely as before, but in a good way.

Robert pulled out with a loud farting noise coming from my vagina. He must have pumped in a huge amount of air as he screwed me. I was too fucked out to be embarrassed. I fell in a heap to the bed.

Robert was kneeling beside me and he yelled over at the sweet boy in the next bed pleasuring himself, "Chris get your fucking hand off that cock of yours." I could see him look up at Robert in surprise. "Our MILF here is going to suck that dick of yours, swallow every drop of cum and lick your pecker clean. Aren't you?" He gave me a push and when I stood up to go over as instructed, he gave my ass another good slap.