CONTENT: Facesitting, pussy licking, 69, jerk off, titty sucking, blow jobs, oral
CHAPTER 1
Ben was going to be glad to get this little chore out of the way. He had borrowed the camera from his friend Phil a couple of weeks ago and not thought much more about it. The problem was that he had then been busy with work and simply hadn’t had the time to drop it off. He had been able to tell from the tone of the messages and the calls that he had got from Phil as the days had gone by that his friend was getting more and more annoyed with the delay in getting in back. In fact, he had woken up that morning to a message that simply said, “Ben, I really need the camera back. This is just dragging on and on now.”
He hadn’t bothered to reply to the message, not wanting to get into another argument about the camera. He thought that it would be best to just show up with it and apologize profusely.
He had wondered for a moment if Phil would even be in. There was always the chance that he’d be out with his new girlfriend. Ben had to admit that he was somewhat jealous of her. Both Phil and Ben were nineteen but Phil was considerably more confident than Ben and it had helped him to get himself a hot girlfriend. Meanwhile Ben was still single, still a virgin and sometimes he felt as though that would never change. He wanted to make more of an effort with the girls that he met but somehow he always seemed to say the wrong things and end up coming across as weird and awkward. He knew that wasn’t who he really was, deep down, but he somehow could never seem to get the real version of himself out there into the world.
To try and change things he had started going to the gym and thought that he had started to look pretty good. He hoped that it would help with his confidence, although it didn’t seem to be having much effect so far.
Physically he could see that he seemed to have got broader, with stronger arms and upper body. He had started eating well and was no longer the skinny kid that he had been. He was eating more healthy foods as well and his skin seemed to have cleared up as well. His hair had been long and dank and he had often used it to hide his face when he was feeling particularly shy, but now it had been cut short and he had to admit that it looked better that way. He had good bone structure and piercing eyes, not that he could have explained it in terms like that. He just thought that he looked a lot better.
Some girls had noticed the difference but he was too caught up in his shyness to realize that.
He sometimes found himself dwelling on what might happen if he had more confidence and if girls noticed him. He’d take a girl back to his house – in these fantasies, his parents were always out. Nothing would get in the way of what he wanted.
He’d lead her up to his room – the room where he spent so many nights frustrated and alone. He’d tell her to take her clothes off. He would have all of the confidence in the world in his imagination. He could see how good these girls would look when they got naked when they did just as they were
told. Their sweet bodies – soft in all the right places, firm in all the right places. They would be so willing, so compliant. He would reach out and pull them to him.
They would kiss and then it would be his turn to take his clothes off. He’d push her back onto the bed, completely in charge. She’d look at him as he took his clothes off. She’d be impressed with what she was seeing. She’d lick her lips and he’d see the hunger in her eyes. She’d want him – his body, his cock. And he would go to her.
He’d jerk himself off wondering how it would feel to slide his cock inside this fantasy girl. He wanted to know just how it would feel to have her mouth on his mouth, on his body, on his cock. What would it feel like to slide it into her plump, juicy lips? What would it be like to take her breasts in his hand? He would suck on them and she would cry out in ecstasy. In his fantasies, he knew just how to turn a girl on. All of it would be leading to the moment where she laid back on the bed and he knelt in front of her, his cock in his hand. She would look at him, look at his hard, throbbing cock, and she would want it, she would beg for it. He’d be there, then, between her legs. He’d look down at her as she looked up at him. That would be when it would happen. When she would take his cock inside him. He could imagine what her face would look like. The shock as he filled her up, the delight as he started pumping away into her. She’d want it harder, harder. She’d be crying out for more of it. He’d be glad to oblige, fucking her in a frenzy.
Therein lay the problem, however. He had no idea just how any of this would feel. He could jerk himself off, but how could that possibly compare to what some sweet, sweet girl could do with her mouth, or with her pussy? He had to find out.
Maybe Phil’s girlfriend would be able to introduce him to some of her friends. Maybe she could be his gateway to what he wanted. He had seen
some of them and they did look hot. Long, supple legs. Sweet little asses. Firm breasts of all shapes and sizes – small and perky with nipples that sometimes pushed up through the flimsy tops they wore, or big and round and looking ready to be taken in his hand or in his mouth. He’d seen some of them in tiny little skirts that blew in the wind, threatening to give him a glimpse of what they had up there and he’d imagine coming up behind them, lifting their skirts up, his cock against their panties, pushing hard against them, and then he’d imagine pushing their panties to one side and going to work on them with his cock. He could reach around in front of them and push his hand up below their tops and get hold of their breasts.
Yet again, however, he knew that these fantasies didn’t do him any real good. All they did was leave him with a throbbing, frustrated cock in his pants and a growing sense of yearning.
He pulled up outside Phil’s house. He had always been a little bit jealous of Phil’s house and his whole upbringing. His parents had divorced when he was young and both parents had competed for their son’s love, showering him with gifts. His mother had made sure that they lived in a big house with plenty of space. She had always been the “fun” kind of mother in Ben’s eyes. She was younger than his parents – she must have had Phil when she was young and couldn’t have been more than thirty-five. It was hard to tell, however, as she had aged amazingly well. She always insisted on being called by her first name – Carol – and spoke to him as an equal rather than treating him like a kid. Although there was no way that he would ever possibly be able to admit to it he had always had a bit of a crush on her.
She was short – less than five foot five, certainly, with an incredible figure. Her breasts were the feature that he was most fascinated with – he had never seen a pair as large and perfectly formed. They were big and round and when she wore low-cut tops the view of the top of them was all too tantalizing. Even the friends of Phil’s girlfriend had nothing that could compare.
And it wasn’t just her breasts that were incredible, although they were certainly his favorite feature. She had a beautiful face with sparkling blue eyes, a big smile, and long blonde hair. The rest of her figure was also stunning. Her ass was round and full but not too big. Her legs weren’t long – she was quite short, after all, but smooth and toned. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to stroke them. What it would be like to push them apart and get between them, to find out what secrets she had between them, just waiting for him to discover them.
There was something so forbidden about wanting to fuck his best friend’s mother that somehow added to it and drove him crazy whenever he thought about it.