Just Call Her Queen of Porn Pt. 02

Author's Note: Hey folks! Here's the second chapter of this story. If you haven't read the first one yet, please do so, since this chapter picks up right after. After the slow build-up in the first chapter, this one is a blast. Hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. I'll look forward to your comments. All the characters in this story are above 18 years of age. ***** Metamorphosis. A process during which a small larva transforms into a beautiful butterfly. The larva spins a cocoon around itself and undergoes a transformation within. It finally emerges from the cocoon as an adult butterfly; fully developed; ready to spread its wings and take flight. I opened my eyes and saw the early morning sunlight streaming through the window curtains. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was. I sat up, naked, and rubbed my eyes. Nisha ma'am lay asleep with her naked back towards me. The sheets covered her till the middle of her back. Events of the pre

Sussy, Barbara, Sharon I told Sussy about Barbara and the threesome with Barbara and Sharon. Sussy was so excited. She had thought about having sex with a girl but had only gone as far as kissing her girlfriend Pearl. I told her that if she wanted to experiment further, I would talk to them and see if they wanted to get together. Being cut from the same promiscuous cloth Barbara talked to Sharon right away and we agreed to meet at my apartment the following Friday. Sussy asked me a million questions as it was her first time having sex with girls and I was sure Barbara and Sharon both had multiple experiences. I told her to just dress as sexy as she could and let it happen as I was sure they would take the initiative. Sussy spent hours getting ready, first she took a long bath in bath oils. I peeked into the bathroom and saw her begin her rituals slowly playing with her pussy and reaching several delicious orgasms. Without being seen I took my cock out and matched her movements with m

You would never know it to look at her, but Christine is a mother of three. Don't get me wrong, there's no way I would say she had a perfectly flat tummy or the body of a model. She's more like that woman down the block that all the guys pause to glance at on a Saturday morning while doing their lawns as she strolls along, generally with a kid or two in hand. She doesn't even think she's pretty, just "okay, for a mom." The guys, I have to guess to a man, kind of grin and wonder what it would be like to jump her bones. She doesn't "do" anything, it's just my wife out for a walk with the kids, but her hips naturally sway and almost call for eyes to follow. She doesn't even dress to get attention, just mom shorts -- likely cut-off jeans at mid-thigh-- and a tee-shirt, and that's invariably loose. She "hates" tight clothes. Yeah, she always has a bra on, except around the house, but her wonderful 36 B's do draw attenti

Julius and Me (Part 7) Kathryn M. Burke The next morning I staggered downstairs, leaving Daddy to sleep it off. I found Mom in the kitchen, sipping a mug of coffee with a sort of goofy expression on her face. I got some coffee for myself and sat down next to her. She gave a start when I did that--it's as if she hadn't seen me come into the room. Her expression at once became troubled. I'm sure she knew what Dad and I had done in my bedroom. I tried to divert her attention. "So, Mom," I said, "how was it?" "How was what, dear?" she said. "How was it with Julius?" I said slowly, as if speaking to a slow-witted child. "It was very nice," she said demurely. "Nice? Is that all you have to say?" "Well, what do you want me to say?" "I take it he gave you the full treatment." "You could say that." "How many times did he...?" "Four." "He came four times? How about you

The sky showed more signs that the darkness of night was steadily giving way to the dawn. The group of runners was still standing amidst the picnic tables casually passing their time. Lydia could hear scattered conversation from her hiding place in the trees. There was nothing to suggest that they were either leaving for a run soon or just taking their time cooling down from one they just finished. All she could do was hide in the shroud surrounding her tree like an obscured nude silhouette. The prospect of just walking up naked without a word and taking the key under the picnic table was growing perversely more attractive as the seconds ticked by. Whatever she was going to do, Lydia felt that she needed to do it soon. She was still over a mile away from her house and, more importantly, her clothes since she had lost her dress in town along with everything else except her padlock keys. More people were bound to visit the park as the morning drew on. In the time she spent standing beh