The Club Part I

Cheryl was a great lay.
In the spring of my senior year of high school there was nothing I enjoyed more than sneaking over to her house after school -- and before her parents got home-- and fucking her brains out. She was a tall, thin yet curvy red-head with gorgeous freckled tits that seemed to defy gravity. I can still see them bouncing and glistening with sweat as I slammed it to her up against her bedroom wall, her legs clasped tightly around my waist. It was after one of these afternoon romps as I made my way towards the back door to leave when I heard a sound that made my heart jump and every hair on my body stand on end.
"I think we need to talk Mister."
I froze in midstep. Oh shit. I knew the voice. Cheryl's mom. It is significant to note now that I was eighteen at the time but Cheryl was . . . not.
I slowly turned to face Mrs. Townsend. She was a bit shorter than Cheryl, maybe 5'4" and a bit curvier with shoulder length auburn hair. But it was no mystery where Cheryl got that gorgeous rack from. She stood there in her gray business jacket and skirt. Home early from the office. The law office. I was so fucked.
"What are you doing in my house?"
"Uh, Hi Mrs. Townsend. Cheryl and I were just studying."
"Don't bullshit me, son. What I just heard was definitely not studying." Her eyes were boring holes into me as she placed her purse on the kitchen counter.
Cheryl never was quiet. Damn.
"Come here." She walked into her office, an extension built onto the back of the house and I followed, trembling. "Sit down."
I stared blankly at her as she took a seat behind her big oak desk.
"Do you know how serious this is Mark?" She asked. I gulped and nodded.
"That scholarship isn't going to do you a lot of good in jail."
"No ma'am."
She twirled a curly lock of her hair as she stared at me. Suddenly -- imperceptibly --the mood changed.
"You should very grateful to me if I let this go."
"Yes ma'am."
I began to recall the rumors I'd heard of problems between her and Mr. Townsend.
"I'm really sorry" I stammered "Please, is there anything I can do?"
The buttons of her green silk blouse strained against her chest as she removed her jacket. I thought of Cheryl snoozing listlessly upstairs at the far end of the house. And that the office door was closed.
I caught a glance of her firm stockinged legs as she moved to sit on the corner of the desk nearest me. Her hand moved along my shoulder.
"That depends, Mark, on how hard you are willing to work to get out of this."
"I'm not sure I know what you mean" I stammered.
"I think you know exactly what I mean." she replied as a smile spread across her lips. She reached down and groped my crotch. Leave it to a lawyer to always bargain from a position of strength.
Her fingers started working at my zipper as the smell of her perfume filled my nostrils. My hands reached for her breasts, caressing them through her blouse. "Mmm." she moaned in my ear.
My cock, re-energized, flopped out of my pants. Even semi erect it was swelling past seven inches. She shifted on the desk so that she had one leg on either side of me. Her hand began to move up and down my shaft as my cock grew to its full length -- nine rigid inches.
"Mm," she grinned. "Jackpot."
"Do you like that Susan?" I asked. She ran a her hand behind my neck and kissed me deeply.
"Oh no,dear. You call me Mrs. Townsend."
She slid off the desk and into my lap, straddling me. We kissed passionately as our hands moved over each others bodies. I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra which I pushed up roughly over her round plump breasts. "Ouch, careful," she gasped as I buried my face in her tits. She hiked up her skirt and pushed her panties aside, grinding into my lap. She raised herself up as I positioned my cock beneath her.
"Mmmmm" she moaned as she slid slowly onto my cock. "Oh my god that feels good." She rode my cock aggressively as I sucked on her tits. The little sounds she made were very familiar. Just like her daughter's.
"Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me you little perv." I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her down onto me hard, impaling her with my cock.
After awhile she began to push away from me, got up and bent over the desk. I stood and pushed her skirt up over her hips and pulled her black lace panties down. Entering her from behind I began to fuck her harder and deeper. She was clearly enjoying it. "Oh yeah. Fuck me. Tell me how much you love fucking Jack Townsend's wife." I hammered her nice round ass even harder.
"I love fucking Jack's wife. I love fucking Cheryl's mom." I got brave and gave her a hard, open handed smack on her bare white ass. Soon she began breathing faster, gasping for air. I knew what that meant and fucked her even faster. "Come for me Mrs. Townsend. I want you to cum on my big fat cock."
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned as her back arched in ecstasy. "Ohhh yessss! Cum in me baby. It's ok. Do it now. Ohhhh!"
But I had no intention of that. I pulled my thick throbbing cock out as it exploded, shooting an enormous strand of hot white cum onto the back of her blouse, skirt and ass cheeks. My cock twitched in my hand as I spurted four, then five more times. At least it would give the dry cleaners something to snicker about.
"Jeez, Mrs. Townsed, I'm sorry -- I didn't hear what you said 'til it was too late."
I bent to pull up my pants as she turned and sat bare-assed on her desk. Her face was flushed as she looked at me smiling. "Yeah right . . . asshole. I swear you boys are all the same."
Interesting, I thought.
After tucking her tits back into her bra she reached out and grabbed me playfully by the front of the shirt.
"Listen. Cheryl will be busy tomorrow with some errands. You, however, will be here. Understand?"
I smiled. "Yeah, I get it."
After a brief kiss I slipped out the back and headed to my car. What I didn't get, however, was the full implications of what she meant . . .

More to come.

Part II: Getting in Deeper

Being young and stupid I spent the whole next day in school thinking about how lucky I was. For the foreseeable future I was going to keep on fucking Cheryl and hit it with her mother on the side. Their house had become a '2 for 1' special for hot pussy. Plus it was pretty kinky.
After school I parked around the corner from the Townsend's and slipped in through the unlocked sliding glass door out back.
"Um. Hello?" I called out.
"Upstairs, hot stuff" Came the reply from up above.
I made my way upstairs and instead of heading right towards Cheryl's room I made a left turn towards the master bedroom.
I pushed open the door that was slightly ajar. Inside was Mrs. Townsend lying on their enormous four poster king size bed. She was on her stomach with her head propped up on her chin smiling from ear to ear.
"Right on time."
"A deal is a deal" I replied.
Mrs Townsend rolled off the bed and walked slowly towards me. She was wearing a hot black and white babydoll piece of lingerie that came right out of the Victoria Secret catalogs I had stroked off to dozens of times before. She looked damn hot. She was in her early forties and in great shape, with nice full tits and curvy hips. The word MILF didn't do her justice. As I pulled off my shirt she traced lazy circles with her fingers over my arms and chest. Slowly she knelt down in front of me and began to undo my belt and zipper. She pulled my hanging cock out of my boxers and kissed it lightly on the head. "I've missed you" she said to it, not me.
"How much time do we have?" I asked.
"As much as I want. Cheryl is sleeping over at a friends tonight and Mr. Townsend is out of town on business." Apparently the plan had changed. Mrs. Townsend didn't let Cheryl sleep over with friends much so she must have jumped at the chance.
Mrs. Townsend took my cockhead into her hot little mouth and began sucking me as she stroked my shaft. Wow. Cheryl gave great head. Really great. But her mother had something Chreyl didn't have. Experience. While Cheryl's blowjobs were sweet but sloppy and frenzied her mother worked slowly and surely. She worked just the head at first rolling her tongue around it in her mouth. Then she licked me slowly up and down the length of my shaft. She leaned back and admired it as she stroked it slowly up and down and then began to lick my ball sack, a first for me at that time. The experience was surreal as she swirled her expert tongue around each one, and then took turns sucking each fat testicle into her mouth. Damn. She looked up at me and smiled. "Does Cheryl do that for you?"
"N-no" I mumbled. But she would soon I promised myself. "I bet we're going to find all kinds of things she hasn't done to you" she grinned.
The thought must have turned her on because then she really went to work taking my cock deep with long slow slurps. I looked across the room into a full length mirror and admired her working my throbbing cock, watching her jaw stretch as she struggled to take every inch of me in. Mrs. Townsend wasn't a big woman and my nine inch rod was giving her the kind of challenge she seemed to enjoy. There are plenty of bigger guys, but my cock wasn't some long pencil dick -- there was a reason her daughter's nickname for it was 'Girth'. Neither one of then could get their hand all the way around it and both seemed to love stroking it with both hands. At one point she got carried away and began to cough a little, having taken too much into her mouth and throat. She knew my body too, taking me right to the brink but never letting me get too close to cumming. In the twelve years since I have tried in vain to teach women to give head that was half as good as she gave. After what seemed like an eternity she pulled off of me. "My knees hurt" she explained as she climbed into the bed. I stripped naked and climbed in after her. Silk sheets . . . nice. We began to kiss and make out as I caressed her body. Soon I had pulled her nightie off and looked down at her naked body beneath me. She tanned, no tan lines, and the stretch marks from her two pregnancies were barely noticeable. She was also waxed as smooth as a newborn's butt. She slid a hand between her legs. "Your turn, baby."
I licked, kissed and nibbled my way up the inside of her thigh towards her dripping wet pink pussy as she ran her manicured fingers through my hair. "Ooooooh baby it's been sooooo long since . . . oh!" she moaned as I began to work her swollen clit with my tongue. I truly do love to lick pussy, which was a good thing based on what I was to find out the next few months had in store. "How much practice has she been giving you . . fuck!" She really seemed to be getting off with the idea of me comparing her to Cheryl. "Hours and hours" I whispered from between her legs. "Oh you little shit you owe me ohhh!" Mrs. Townsend came hard, squeezing my head between her rock hard thighs. This bitch sure loved her Stairmaster. I climbed up from between her legs, kissing my way up her body, pausing to feast on her gorgeous breasts and pert nipples. "Ready for more?" I asked, positioning myself between her legs. "Not yet. I'm too sensitive right after I cum --ah!" Wrong answer. I began to press my cockhead into her swollen cunt. "Not yet I said --oh!" She tried to squeeze her legs closed and squirm away but I pinned her down with my body weight and entered her completely. You might have me over a barrel Susan but I've got you where I want you too. I began to thrust my rock-hard cock in and out of her in long deep strokes. I fucked her hard and long . . . and she loved every minute of it. She wasn't fighting any more, her arms and legs wrapped around me as I pounded her pussy hard. "Oh fuck! Give it to me! Harder! Fuck me baby!" I buried my face in her neck and fucked her with all my might. "Oh yes! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" Her head started banging into the headboard as I slammed her with everything I had. I felt my balls begin to contract. Susan moaned, "Shit! I'm gonna cum again . . . Ohhhhhhhh!" I shoved my cock into her deep and let my cum shoot deep inside her. My vision blurred and my whole body convulsed. Motherfucker, that was incredible. I rolled off of her, my cock still throbbing. Mrs. Townsend stared blankly at the ceiling, wiping the sweat from her brow. "That thing should be registered with the authorities. Wow." she whispered. I grinned as I drifted off to sleep.

Part III: So What's the Fucking Club?

We spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening fucking our brains out: Living room floor, kitchen counter, shower, stairs, everywhere. I really don't think I could go that many times in a row anymore. We even did it in Cheryl's room, up against the bedroom door, just like I'd done Cheryl the day before when Mrs. Townsend caught me.
Susan (and she was Susan to me now because you don't fuck someone half a dozen times in four hours and not be on a first name basis) wanted to know everything I'd done with Cheryl too -- when we first did it, how often, what we liked bestg, everything. It was kind of weird to me but I didn't mind telling her. On one level she seemed kind of happy that if her daughter was having sex at least she was getting well laid.
We were in the master bedroom later that night, eating delivery pizza in bed when she asked:
"Have you ever fucked her . . . you know . . . in the . . ."
"What?"
". . . you know . . . have you done anal?"
I cracked up.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
She got huffy. "Of course I am. Well, have you?"
"Maybe."
"Liar."
"Ok, no."
"Good. The poor girl probably wouldn't be able to sit down for a week."
"Whatever. Do you do that?"
Susan grinned coyly. "Nope. I guess that's something else that runs in the family too."
Her cellphone rang. One of the neighborhood moms. I dozed as they babbled.
Soon I awoke and caught the end of the conversation.
" . . . definitely has the goods. Yep. Ok. When? Alright, I'll tell him. Ok. Bye."
I rolled over. "What's up?"
Susan sat up and her voice went all lawyerly on me -- halfway condescending.
"Here's the deal Mark. You fucked my underage daughter. Repeatedly and well by your own admission. I blackmailed you, also bad, but you essentiall acquaintance raped me earlier today. A weak case admittedly after how we just spent the last few hours but nonetheless . . . So we are in this thing together. But we aren't in it alone."
I was utterly confused.
She smiled at me like a poker player who's holding all the cards.
"Do you really think you're the only boy in this neighborhood who's getting a little underage action? Of course not. But we, the mothers, know we aren't going to stop you little rugrats from humping like bunnies and several of us also know that if we accuse Son A of banging Daughter B then Son B would face the same consequences for doinking Daughter A."
I was starting to get it.
"So myself and several other mothers -- you'd be surprised -- formed the Club. And what the Club basically stands for is this: if we have to allow it we want in on it. You little studs can go after all the teenage pussy you want, but in return you have to pony up and make sure the members of the Club stay satisfied too."
"That's kind of sick."
"Possibly, but also irrelevant. We're all bound together by our dirty little secrets and you are now bound by them too."
I guess I should have been insulted. I guess I should have been repulsed. But think about all the MILF's you fantasized about in your day. It sounde like a dream come true to my dumb ass.
"There are only a few rules. No pregnancies -- we are all on at least one form of birth control. No tattletales -- if you're in you're in and that's that. No telling the daughters -- teenage girls are notoriously jealous and we don't need them going on a little pussy strike and cutting you boys, and us, off. No hoarding -- we have to share and share alike, as much as that disappoints me right now." Her hand moved under the covers as her fingers grazed my semi-hard cock. "That was Deborah Carter on the phone just now. You have an appointment with her tomorrow at 4. Do me proud."
I nodded.
"And there's one more rule Mark, and its the reason you were with me so late tonight. You can't be in the Club unless you contribute."
What?
"But that means . . ."
"That's right Mark. Forest Thompson has been nailing your sister regularly since Homecoming . . . and my son Bruce is at your place tonight fucking your mother six ways from Sunday." A quick peck on the cheek put an exclamation point on her little disertation.

Oh shit . . .

More to come . . .

Susan's revelation was mind-boggling. On the one hand, I wasn't thrilled about finding out that my mom and sister were getting drilled by guys I had to see in school everyday. On the other hand I was going to be getting more than my fair share of the neighborhood MILF's . . . and their daughters were still in play too.
As I drove home I started thinking about Mrs. Carter. She was a nice lady but her youngest daughter was a sophmore in college. I guess the Club had been around for awhile. As I pulled into our driveway I gladly noticed that Bruce's car was nowhere in sight. I silently slipped inside and into my room, drifting off to sleep to the memories of watching in the full-length mirror as Susan's hungry little mouth slurped my throbbing cock.
School came and went in a blur. I watched the face of every kid from my neighborhood and wondered: are they in? do they know? I guess it didn't really matter.
At a quarter to four I parked my car around the block from the Carter residence. Most of the houses in our neighborhood has sliding glass doors in the back and Susan had informed me that the 'protocol' was to enter from there. A rubber band on the handle meant the coast was clear. It was and I entered.
"Mark?" I heard Mrs. Carters voice call from the direction of the living room.
"Yeah, it's me Mrs. Carter."
"Call me Debbie."
Debbie emerged from the living room wrapped in a pink flannel robe. She was in her mid-forties, about average height. Debbie was also a very curvy woman with a massive chest and big round butt. Not obese or disgusting by any stretch of the imagination, but a little extra round. She had a very pretty face, it reminded me a little of an older Scarlett Johansen, with huge blue eyes and long lashes. Her bleach blonde hair was pulled back in a pony-tail. She was blushing.
"I don't -- Ah, I don't do this as much as Susan does . . . " she started.
I smiled and nodded. All the women in the Club had their reasons. Some were getting even with husbands they knew were cheating on them. Some were lonely single moms. Others were desperately bored with their bland suburban lives and bland suburban marriages and craved some excitement. Some were just horny bitches.
Susan had told me Debbie's reasons were a little different. Mr. Carter was phallic-ly challenged. In other words he had a small dick. According to Susan a 'really, really, really' small dick. I guess woman talk. Whatever. And while Debbie still loved her husband she had a weakness -- a craving -- a need for big, thick, cock. She didn't like to cheat on her husband but when she did she went all out, the bigger the better. Therefore she only indulged in her Club priveleges when someone packing a little extra came along. Susan said that the first time she felt my full nine inches throbbing in her hand she had thought of Debbie.
"I guess we should go upstairs" she mumbled.
"Ok" I replied noticing her eyes were on my crotch.
I followed her up to the guest room -- she didn't fuck other men in her marriage bed -- and closed the door behind me. She sat on the bed, bathrobe hanging off one shoulder. I stood in front of her with a healthy sized bulge in my jeans as I began to get aroused.
Still blushing she reached for my belt with shaky hands. Slowly she undid it and slid the zipper down. My cock flopped out of the opening, purple head already slick with precum. Debbie bit her lower lip as she stared wide-eyed.
"Jeez. She wasn't kidding."
"Nope" I answered as I rested my hands on her shoulders.
I expected her to start sucking me immediately but to my surprise she just kept fondling my dick as it grew to its full size. It was like she was in awe. She caressed it, squeezed it, held it straight up -- staring at it from every angle.
"Having fun?" I asked.
With a huge grin on her face Debbie nodded in reply.
"Oh yeah."
Then she started to suck me.

(Due to an unforeseen interruption, I must go. More to come . . .)

Get Carter 2

As soon as my cock started to slide between Debbies lips and into her soft wet mouth she began make the deep moaning sounds of satisfaction. "Mmmm . . . MMMMM . . ." she pulled my cock out and slid it across her face from cheek to cheek. I enjoyed the nice smack it made as she pulled it across her nose and it hit her other cheek. A really slutty move, but I liked it. My hands slid the bathrobe off her other shoulder and I stared down at the beautiful cleavage between her enormous tits. I didn't think it was possible, but I got even harder. "MMMMMMM" Someone else had noticed too.
"Oh my god Mark. Your penis is so beautiful. I love it" Debbie whispered seductively as she leaned back onto the bed. Unlike most women she somehow preferred the term 'penis' to dick or cock or thing or rod or shaft or any of the other words women have used over the years for my piece. It always sounded a little funny to me and still makes me smile remembering it now.
As she leaned back onto the bed her robe fell open revealing a pair of tits like two pale cannonballs with big bright beautiful pink nipples -- nipples now aroused and erect. Full and round and low-hanging, I had never seen anything like those gorgeous titties. My cock stood straight up and pulsed lewdly with each beat of my heart. Somewhere in my subconscious I finally realized why black guys are always chasing these plump blondes. She was no supermodel but in her own way Mrs. Carter was smolderingly hot. I pulled my shirt off in a hurry and stepped out of the jeans that were now at my ankles. Climbing on top of her and feeling her soft, smooth skin warm against my body I started to get carried away. Debbie put a finger to my lips, "No kissing on the mouth" she gasped. I nodded as I buried my face into one of her breasts, my other hand pushing her legs apart and getting my cock ready for entry. Debbie's arms and legs were still shaky and her thick thighs quivered. I had a twinge of guilt.
"Are you ready? Are you sure you want to?" I asked breathlessly.
Debbie only nodded as she cradled my face into her neck.
My cockhead found the opening of her sopping wet pussy and glided in effortlessly. For the first time in my life I went completely into a woman on the first stroke and felt her hot wet pussy enveloping me. Every woman is built differently down there, but Debbie Carter was easily able to accomodate a man of my size. Maybe that was another reason she needed these liasons. She needed the feeling of fullness that only certain men could provide. Fortunately for me, I was one of them.
I was swept away with desire and began to hump on her without any sense of rythym or technique. It was all pure animal lust and heat and that pussy felt just like heaven.
After several minutes we rolled over and she crawled on top of me. Her hair all tousled she undid the pony tail and let it hang down. I stared up at her as she sat there flushed and breathing heavily astride my aching cock. Leaning forward she took my wrists in her hands and pinned them to the bed above my head. Her soft white tits hund down into my face and I craned my neck up to lick and suck them. Grinding her hips into mine she was able to align herself with my cock once more and I went inside of her. Debbie needed one more thing from me and she was taking control to make sure she got it. She began to ride me, grinding her hips into me, up and down. Soon she let go of my wrists and sat straight up, arching her neck and back and looking up to the ceiling, cradling my hands as I caressed her massive chest. Her hips started to move in a circling motion as I thrust up into her again and again.
"Ahhh yes. Oh yeah that penis feels so good Mark. Oh Mark, give me that big fat penis. Oh yeah . . . Shit . . . Oh! I'm gonna cum baby . . . I'm gonna cum with your giant penis deep inside me! Ohhhhhhh!"
I sat straight up, burying my face in her tits as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders cradling me tight. My hands squeezed her wide hips and forced her down again and again onto my giant raging hard cock.
Debbies body began to shake as she came squeezing me tight with her arms and legs.
"Ow!" I yelped as I felt her bite into my shoulder.
Damn she was cumming hard. I felt her pussy's contractions all along the length of my cock as she came again and again. At last we collapsed into a heap of sweaty limps and ragged breathing.
"I hope I didn't leave a mark" she whispered as we snuggled.
"I don't know" I answered, "But you can make it up to me . . ."
Debbie looked up questioningly.
"You mean you didn't?" Swept away in her own excitement she'd never noticed that I hadn't cum yet.
Debbie raised her eyebrows "Susan's right. You are almost too good to be true."
It was my turn to blush.
"Well, what do you want?" Debbie asked coyly.
"These!" I replied as my hands cupped her tits.
Debbie giggled "Naughty boy" as she rolled onto her back.
I straddled her torso as she pressed her huge breasts together. Slowly I slid my hot cock between those soft fleshy mounds. I braced my hands on the wall above her head as I began to thrust between her tits. Debbie tucked her chin as she looked down and tried to get a peek. As she did my cockhead emerged from the canyon between her titties and stabbed her in the chin.
"Oops" she laughed and began to stick her tongue out, flicking the head of my dick as it reached the top of each stroke. She started cooing all kinds of sexy things as I worked her chest over with my throbbing rod.
"Oh baby you felt so good inside me. I haven't felt that way in sooo long. Are my titties making you feel good baby? Oh yeah fuck my titties Mark."
It didn't take me long to realize how this was going to end. Looking down at my dark purple cock emerging from between those amazing tits -- just inches from that beautiful face with those gorgeous eyes -- as Debbie flicked it with her tongue again and again I felt my orgasm rising deep within me. This would be another first for me in a spring full of them. I'd fantasized about it so many nights as I rewound and rewound to watch again on my hidden VHS pornos.
"Fuck! Here I cum!!" I shouted as my body began to spasm. Just as I said it my cock erupted with a thick white stream. It arced through the air before splashing right across Debbie's face and sending droplets flying onto the wall and pillows.
"Hey! What are you? Watch out!" she yelled as she began to laugh hysterically. Strand after ropy strand of thick hot white cum splattered her: forehead, mouth, neck and upper chest. I aimed the last shuddering splat onto her tits.
We both laughed as Debbie wiped her face off in the pillow.
"You could have asked me. I wouldn't have said no."
Our eyes met and we smiled at each other for a moment. Then, like someone coming out of a sweet dream and back into reality Debbie's smile faded and she turned away from me. I rose to get dressed and leave. I pretended not to notice her wipe something from the corner of her eye.
As she walked me to the door I noticed a couple of pearl-like droplets still clinging to her hair. Awesome.
"That was fun Mark. Really. You know I - I haven't really . . . enjoyed this Club thing like that before."
"I'm glad" I said as I turned to go then paused "Let me know if you want to again sometime."
Debbie smiled again as she slid the porch door closed.
"I just might."

More to come . . .

Excellent.

Very good so far - keep it up!

I was still daydreaming about Debbie Carter's heavenly globes on Friday morning when Cheryl Townsend appeared at my locker. She was a cheerleader and it was Friday so she was in her cheering get up: Tight tight sweater and short short skirt.
"Hey."
"Hey Cheryl."
"I haven't -- seen you in awhile."
"Yeah, sorry. I've been really busy" Fucking your mother and her friends I thought.
"I'm, uh, babysitting for the Nicholson's after the game. They're going out tonight. They'll be back really late. They're kids like six. He can watch Barney for hours . . . but then he'll be asleep." There was a definite emphasis on hours. I mean, cheering for the soccer team isn't the all-consuming task that being a football cheerleader was. She'd have plenty of time on her hands.
"Ok. But I'm gonna be really busy right after school." Bending your mom over the couch.
"I'm not talking about after school" she pouted "I need to see you."
I believed her.
It was going to be a long day.

It occured to me -- as I was balls deep in Susan Townsend, her face buried in the pillows of the living room couch -- that there are few things more satisfying than fucking the living shit out of someone you really don't like. I mean this bitch was blackmailing me and whoring me out to the rest of the neighborhood mom's. It's not my fault her sixteen year old daughter is a total hooker. I gave Susan a severe smack on her ass.
"Oh yeah baby! Give it to me!"
I wondered how long this springtime of whoredom was going to last. I inteded to enjoy it but, I mean, there were just too many loose ends.
"Mmmmf" Susan moaned lustily as I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face deeper into the cushions.
That being said these bitches had kept this game running for awhile. In the last month I had hit it with Susan, Debbie Carter, Lisa Silverstein (kind of a boring fuck, I thought she was a little repressed), and Terri Smith (a former gf's mom -- I remeber she had a Florida Gator and a Tri-Delt tattoo on her ass -- funny shit, you never think of someones mom that way). On top of that I had to be careful not to walk in on one of the other unknown Club-whores giving it to my own mom. It was getting hectic. What the fuck. I'd be off at college in a little while.
I got brave and, resting my palm on her lower back, let my thumb wander down to her anus. She bucked. I pressed again.
Susan turned her head to the side and scolded "Not there, hotshot."
"Why not?" I replied playfully.
She slapped at my hand as I rammed it into her hard.
Whatever.
I pulled out and she turned, her back against the front of the couch and I jerked myself onto her tits as she held them together.
"Mmmm yes. You're so full of cummmm."
I sat back on my ankles, spent.
She smiled up at me as she mopped her rack off with the towel lying nearby.
"I'm going to fuck Cheryl tonight" I said.
"Fuck you" she said matter-of-factly.
"I'm serious. While you're here watching reruns or faking it underneath Mr. Townsend, I'm going to be up in her. Hard."
Out of nowhere she slapped me across the face.
"Fuck you."
"What's wrong?" I teased "Jealous?"
"Don't be such a little shit."
I stood, and cock-slapped her playfully on the cheek with my seven inches of limp dick. Furious and red faced she jumped up, ass naked, and gave me a two handed shove.
"FUCK YOU!"
I grabbed her wrists and forced her back onto the couch.
"How are you gonna stop me?" I said, an inch from her face.
She craned her neck forward and kissed me, biting my lower lip.
"Maybe you'll be here with me."
"Doubtful."
"I can still send your punk ass to jail."
"No tattle-tales. Your rules."
She twisted in my grasp as she wrapped her legs around me.
"Don't get cocky . . . Cocky" she whispered as she began to suckle on my neck.
I was hard again. Ten minutes later Susan Townsend had another screaming orgasm on her living room floor. Like I said, few things are more satisfying that fucking the living shit out of someone you really don't like. Must have been true for her too. Twelve minutes later I left, thinking about what I was going to do to the junior version later that night.

I was still daydreaming about Debbie Carter's heavenly globes on Friday morning when Cheryl Townsend appeared at my locker. She was a cheerleader and it was Friday so she was in her cheering get up: Tight tight sweater and short short skirt.
"Hey."
"Hey Cheryl."
"I haven't -- seen you in awhile."
"Yeah, sorry. I've been really busy" Fucking your mother and her friends I thought.
"I'm, uh, babysitting for the Nicholson's after the game. They're going out tonight. They'll be back really late. They're kids like six. He can watch Barney for hours . . . but then he'll be asleep." There was a definite emphasis on hours. I mean, cheering for the soccer team isn't the all-consuming task that being a football cheerleader was. She'd have plenty of time on her hands.
"Ok. But I'm gonna be really busy right after school." Bending your mom over the couch.
"I'm not talking about after school" she pouted "I need to see you."
I believed her.
It was going to be a long day.

It occured to me -- as I was balls deep in Susan Townsend, her face buried in the pillows of the living room couch -- that there are few things more satisfying than fucking the living shit out of someone you really don't like. I mean this bitch was blackmailing me and whoring me out to the rest of the neighborhood mom's. It's not my fault her sixteen year old daughter is a total hooker. I gave Susan a severe smack on her ass.
"Oh yeah baby! Give it to me!"
I wondered how long this springtime of whoredom was going to last. I inteded to enjoy it but, I mean, there were just too many loose ends.
"Mmmmf" Susan moaned lustily as I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face deeper into the cushions.
That being said these bitches had kept this game running for awhile. In the last month I had hit it with Susan, Debbie Carter, Lisa Silverstein (kind of a boring fuck, I thought she was a little repressed), and Terri Smith (a former gf's mom -- I remeber she had a Florida Gator and a Tri-Delt tattoo on her ass -- funny shit, you never think of someones mom that way). On top of that I had to be careful not to walk in on one of the other unknown Club-whores giving it to my own mom. It was getting hectic. What the fuck. I'd be off at college in a little while.
I got brave and, resting my palm on her lower back, let my thumb wander down to her anus. She bucked. I pressed again.
Susan turned her head to the side and scolded "Not there, hotshot."
"Why not?" I replied playfully.
She slapped at my hand as I rammed it into her hard.
Whatever.
I pulled out and she turned, her back against the front of the couch and I jerked myself onto her tits as she held them together.
"Mmmm yes. You're so full of cummmm."
I sat back on my ankles, spent.
She smiled up at me as she mopped her rack off with the towel lying nearby.
"I'm going to fuck Cheryl tonight" I said.
"Fuck you" she said matter-of-factly.
"I'm serious. While you're here watching reruns or faking it underneath Mr. Townsend, I'm going to be up in her. Hard."
Out of nowhere she slapped me across the face.
"Fuck you."
"What's wrong?" I teased "Jealous?"
"Don't be such a little shit."
I stood, and cock-slapped her playfully on the cheek with my seven inches of limp dick. Furious and red faced she jumped up, ass naked, and gave me a two handed shove.
"FUCK YOU!"
I grabbed her wrists and forced her back onto the couch.
"How are you gonna stop me?" I said, an inch from her face.
She craned her neck forward and kissed me, biting my lower lip.
"Maybe you'll be here with me."
"Doubtful."
"I can still send your punk ass to jail."
"No tattle-tales. Your rules."
She twisted in my grasp as she wrapped her legs around me.
"Don't get cocky . . . Cocky" she whispered as she began to suckle on my neck.
I was hard again. Ten minutes later Susan Townsend had another screaming orgasm on her living room floor. Like I said, few things are more satisfying that fucking the living shit out of someone you really don't like. Must have been true for her too. Twelve minutes later I left, thinking about what I was going to do to the junior version later that night.

More . . .

Sorry about the double post.

I'd like to say thanks to everyone for all the nice replies. I'm glad to hear you're all enjoying this dirty little tale.

If anyone one is in the Washington D.C. area and wants to drop me a line I'd be glad to talk to you.

Especially any real-life Susan's, Debbie's or Cheryl's ;)

M

I pulled up to the Nicholson's later that night, noticing that the only light in the house came from the blue glow of the televison. I knocked twice and entered, finding Cheryl lounging on the couch in full cheerleader garb. On the big screen TV I caught a flash of two naked bodies embracing. Cinemax. Good old Skin-a-max was sex education for us in the days before the internet. Someone was definitely in need.
"Hey."
Cheryl blushed.
"Hey babe. I was just thinking of you." I bet.
I sat next to her on the couch.
"Where's the rugrat?"
"Sleeping."
"Cool."
We started to make out. Cheryl was aggressive, as usual. I loved it when she wore that outfit. The cheerleader fantasy is one thing. Actual cheerleaders are the best.
My hands slid up under her sweater, hungry fingers searching for her perfect breasts as our tongues wrestled.
"Hold on. Wait. I gotta tell you something."
Sigh.
"What's up?"
Cheryl held my face in her hands.
"I know you're fucking my mom."
I froze.
"What? Have you been in their liquor cabinet again?"
"I'm serious Mark. I know."
Oh well. The shit had to unravel sometime.
"I know about the Club, Mark."
Ooookay. That's taking it to a whole 'nother level. How'd she know?
"How'd you know?"
"The Nicholson's told me."
Whoa. Now, the Nicholson's didn't have any teenage kids -- That meant somebody had been telling tales out of school.
What happened next still blows my mind. I heard a sound from upstairs and jumped up.
"What was that?"
"Relax. It's ok."
"What's going on Cheryl?" I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"They know, Mark." But how?
Into the darkened living room came the Nicholson's. Tom was tall, six two plus, with dark hair wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Janet was 5'8" or so and a very attractive brunette. (Oh, and she coached volleyball at our high school. Remember that.) They were in their early thirties and always seemed pretty cool from what Cheryl had told me. They hadn't made a big deal of the liquor cabinet thing in the past as Cheryl had 'borrowed' from it on a couple of occasions either out of boredom or to stock up on party supplies.
"Hello, Mark. Don't worry, everything's cool" said Tom. Janet, dressed only in one of Tom's collared shirts and some shorts, disappeared into the next room as he continued.
"We're not mad about anything -- and we know about the Club. It's not important how we know. We just do."
I sat motionless.
"Janet and I have a . . . " he fidgeted "proposition for you two."
Janet returned from the other room with a sleeping bag and a video camera.

I'll spare you the small talk.

Within minutes the shades were drawn and we were lying in the middle of the living room. Cheryl and I were lying on the sleeping bag, still fully clothed. The room was softly lit for the camera. Tom sat in a chair holding the camera while Janet knelt next to him. Cheryl rose up onto her knees and in her best cheerleader voice said:
"The Stud and the Cheerleader: Take one!"
This was high kink. I'd always thought about doing it on video. I just never thought it would be for the benefit of the neighborhood voyeurs.
"Hi Stud. Thanks for coming to the game. You know the people I'm babysitting for won't be home for a lonnnng time."
Great, I've gone from whore to low-grade porn.
"Uh - yeah. You look so hot. Um, you wanna do it?" When did I turn into Beavis? Whatever. Good enough.
Kneeling and facing each other we began making out. Tom leaned forward in his chair as Janet's hands glided over his back and thigh. I pulled Cheryl's sweater off over her head. Beneath she wore a super sexy purple lace bra. I began to fondle her heaving tits.
"Oh Stud! I knew you'd go right for my pom-pom's!" Cheryl mugged for the camera. My hands began to push her skirt down over her hips. Her whole body was tight and firm. Matching purple thong. Nice.
Cheryl pulled my shirt off and began to undo my belt. Tom's breathing harder and Janet's eyes are locked on us. Especially me.
Cheryl's fingers reached into my pants. Here comes his big screen debut.

Cheryl reached behind me and grapped ahold of my belt, yanking my jeans down. I knelt there in front of the camera in my boxers with my cock standing straight out at its full nine inch length.
"Whoa" came a whisper from the corner of the room.
Cheryl went down on all fours, starting to slurp and suck my cock in her lacy purple undies. My hands played absent-mindedly with the pony tail on the top of her head. Damn, her mouth always felt so good. Tom stood up to get a better angle as Janet sat cross legged and stared. I swear she was drooling.
"Nice. That's it. Suck that thing" Tom encouraged, filming now from above us.
Cheryl went for it, deep throating me and moaning. After a couple minutes she pulled off and lay flat on her back before me. I looked down and saw her wetness soaking through her panties. The bitch was in heaven. Cheryl lifted her ass as I slid the panties off. As I dove between her legs I saw Janet take off Tom's shirt out of the corner of my eye. Clad now only in a black sports bra and shorts she lay on her stomach, eyes glued to the action. Eating pussy is fun -- hell, it's damn near an art form -- but boring to watch. I didn't stay for long. Cheryl sat up again and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. It slumped from her shoulders revealing two teenage breasts of near perfection.
"Good. Good" whispered Tom. Cheryl winked at the camera. She was really, really into this. Cheryl got on all fours facing the camera as I sidled up behind her. Slowly I placed my cock underneath her and entered.
"Mmmmm. Careful . . . ohhhhh."
I started to fuck her slow and steady, my hands on her ass.
"Fuck, you feel so good inside me."
I started to go faster.
"Slap her ass."
I think it was the first thing Janet said all night. It wasn't a request. It was a command. I turned and saw her sitting cross-legged, one hand resting between her legs.
Smack!
"Oh yeah, baby! Give it to me!"
Smack! Smack!
Cheryl was sopping wet and my cock slid easily into her.
The bulge in Tom's pants was obvious as the camera aimed lower to capture Cheryl's swaying breasts.
We switched to missionary and I put Cheryl's incredible legs up on my shoulders for maximum penetration.
"Fucking awesome!" Tom encouraged.
I whispered in Cheryl's ear: "You want to do something really hot for the camera?"
"Oh yeah, baby. Anything you want."
I pulled out and sat back. Looking into the camera I smirked.
"Ladies and gentleman. You are going to see a first here tonight. Cheryl has been promising me a chance to take her in a way no man has ever taken her before . . . " I saw the look of puzzlement on Cheryl's face.
"Tonight you will see on camera . . . the Cheerleader's first ever -- anal experience." It was worth a shot.
All eyes were on Cheryl. Her face was blank for a moment . . . and then she grinned. Thank god for peer pressure.
Janet tossed a small object towards us which bounced off my thigh. Lube. Fucking prepared.
Cheryl got onto all fours, resting her weight on her elbows as I lubed up my cock and her tiny pink asshole.
"Be careful."
"Always, babe."
Janet's hand slid into her shorts. Tom checked the battery and sat down.
I looked down at Cheryl's ass in front of me. She was clenched. I slowly teased her asshole with my cockhead before taking a lubed finger and sliding it sloooooowly into her ass. She squeezed.
"Relax . . . it's going to feel good" I whispered.
I steadied her ass with one hand as I grabbed my cock with the other. Slowly I placed pressure against her anus.
"Come on baby. Relax."
Slowly I felt the tip start to make progress.
"Mark -- I don't -- wait a min--"
With and almost audible pop the head went in.
"EE!"
I paused, letting her young body adapt. Then I pressed further. One inch. Then two.
She was panting. "Oh. Ow. Oo."
Slow and easy I began to fuck her with the first two or three inches of my cock. It was like fucking a wall. Airtight.
"Don't take it out. Ow. Oo. Oooooo."
I dripped some more lube onto my steely prick . . . and began to fuck.
There is nothing on earth like having a woman accept you into her ass. The tightness, the squeezing. The submission.
Tom knelt for a close-up and Janet crawled forward and began stroking Cheryl's hair.
"You're doing so good, Cheryl" she whispered.
Six inches. Now seven. It felt incredible.
I stopped going slow. My hands clawed at her tight ass cheeks as I started to fuck her deep. The voyeurs backed off and Cheryl's forehead dropped to the carpet.
"Oh god. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Oh god!"
I began to hammer away. It was coming. Bam bam bam -- I slammed every inch into her.
The next thing I knew Janet was kneeling behind me. I felt her breasts throught the fabric on my back as her hands slid all over my chest, my abs and Cheryls ass.
I lost it.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" I exploded deep in Cheryl's ass. Cock still spasming I collapsed onto her as she moaned in ecstasy.

Moments later, while Cheryl shimmied back into her skirt and Janet scampered upstairs I turned to Tom.
"Hey, um. I gotta know. How did you find out about this Club thing?"
Tom looked up from fiddling with the camera.
"Oh, I thought you knew. . .
. . . Susan Townsend told us."
Boom.
Tom continued, "Hey, uh, if you ever want to -- you know -- chill over here . . .that would be cool."
'Chill' sounded tragically uncool coming from his mouth. What the fuck that might lead to I didn't want to know.
"Yeah, uh, ok. Maybe."

As I got into my car I was still wondering why in the world Susan would break the rules and bring the Nicholson's into the game.
And then it dawned on me.

Evidence.

Fucking bitch!

More to come . . .

Good stuff, mate.

Thanks for the post.

Very interested to read more.

I wasn't thrilled about Susan setting us up with the voyeur couple . . . and using her own daughter to do it. But what could I really do about it?

The answer came as a phone call from Debbie Carter. She had passed me on as a 'referral' to one of the newest members of the Club: Christina Perez. Christina was, frankly, a trophy wife. Only 28 years old, Mr. Perez had left his first wife for the fitness instructor from the local gym. And what a trophy she was: half Italian, half Colombian -- long and lean with perfect olive skin and the best implants money could buy. Normally second wives were exempt from entry into the Club, but that rule had to change when Christina walked in on her freshman step-daughter down on her knees in the kitchen getting an explosive, oozing facial from Susan's son Bruce. Susan's hands were tied and Christina was in. Arrangements were made for Tuesday after school.

On Monday I got a phone call:
"Mark?"
"Hi Susan."
"I need to see you tomorrow afternoon. We'll have to get a hotel room because the better half is around."
"Yeah, uh - I can't."
Dead silence on the other end of the line.
"What did you just say?"
"I can't. Deborah Carter made an appointment . . ."
"Shit, I already booked the room. OK. She never takes long, how about after?"
"Well, the appointments not with her . . . It's with Mrs. Perez."
"What!?!"
I couldn't help but laugh. Revenge is sweet.
Susan slammed the receiver down three times before the line went dead and I could hear her cursing the 'bimbo cunt's' name in the background.

I damn near sped over to the Perez's place Tuesday as soon as the bell rung. I entered through the side door of the garage and found a note on the kitchen table. It read: Come on in, I'm by the pool." The 'i's were dotted with little hearts. Priceless.
The Perez's backyard, where the in-ground pool was, was fenced off and bordered only woods behind the house. As I came out the back door I saw Christina lying on a deck chair sunbathing. Topless. Fuck those things were amazing -- gorgeous bronze globes with dark chocolate nipples. Christina sat up, lifting up her sunglasses and resting them on top of her head. Her long black hair was pulled back in a pony-tail.
"Hey Handsome" she smiled. Her voice was low and sexy. My cock started swelling immediately. "Debbie said the most wonderful things about you." Her statement was punctuated by a glance at my crotch as she arched an eyebrow and ran her tongue over her lower lip.
She stood up and walked to the hot tub next to the pool. Her body was flawless: tanned and toned, strong legs and a tight ass as round as a basketball. She flicked the switch on and slowly descended into the hot bubbles. "C'mon in."
Kicking off my shoes I pulled off my shirt and shorts and jumped in still wearing my boxers.
"Shy, huh? That's adorable."
She slid up next to me and began running her hands over my chest, shoulders and neck.
"You work out."
"Yeah."
"Me too."
"Yeah, I know."
Duh. That was dumb.
"You can touch them if you want, Mark. But please don't talk to them."
Shit. She was right. I'd been staring straight at her tits since I arrived.
I reached out with both hands, cradling her breasts as they bobbed in the hot jets of water.
They sure felt real.
"Mmm . . . That's nice" she purred. "Debbie also tells me you have an absolutely -- massive -- cock."
Her fingers clawed at my waistband, searching. She didn't have to, I was poking out the top of them by about two inches at this point.
"Oh my. Stand up and let me look at you." As I stood in the jacuzzi Christina pulled my boxers down past my knees.
My cock, glistening wet, stood straight out at nine inches in length -- thick and veiny with a large, somewhat conical, dark-purple cockhead.
"Holy shit. I thought she was exaggerating. I really did." Christine grasped my cock, hard, just below the glans and rubbed her thumb over the head, smearing precum all over it as she leaned forward and whispered into my ear:

"I am going to fuck the shit out of you."

We began making out right there in the hot tub, her massive tits smashed up against my chest as our tongues swirled over one another. Her hand squeezed and massaged my dick as we kissed.
"You're like a fucking rock!"
I pulled her black bikini bottoms down and squeezed her ass hard. My cock wasn't the only thing harder than a rock. She was one hell of a hardbody. Christina turned away from me bracing her arms on the edge of the tub. "Take me baby."
I grabbed hold of her hips as I guided my cock in. Tight. Hot, tight, pussy. It was amazing. I revelled in the sensation as I slowly sank every inch into her.
She breathed deep. "Wow. Mm that's good. Mmmmm."
I began fucking her in long gentle strokes.
Christina half looked over her shoulder and said in her magically sexy voice, "Mark, I'm not one of your little teeny-bopper girlfriends . . . I'm a woman; you can fuck me like you're a man."
This bitch was hell on wheels. The harder I fucked her the harder she wanted it. I slammed it into her for all I was worth.
"Oh yeah! Fuck me, baby! FUCK ME! Aaah! Oh yeah! Give it to me! Harder! Fuck my pussy with your big strong cock! Oh yeah!"
I started to slap her ass as hard as I could.
"YES! Oh yeah, make it hurt baby! Make it hurt goooood!"

After a few more minutes Christina stopped.
"Hold on. Let's go inside. I have an idea."
We ran buck-naked into the house and scampered up the stairs. As I jumped into the king-size bed Christina rummaged through her panty drawer.
"Here they are!" she exclaimed with glee. When she turned to face me a pair of shiny handcuffs dangled from her finger.
She bounded into the bed with me, tits flying everywhere.
"Cuff me!" she laughed.
I did, latching her wrists to the headboard above her head.
"Tighter. . . Ouch! Perfect."
I gazed down at her incredible body as she smiled up at me -- bound -- and wrapped her strong lean legs around my waist.
I began to devour her tits. She started talking dirty again:
"Fuck me you motherfucker. That's what you are: a dirty mother-fucker and a dirty daughter-fucker, aren't you?"
"You fucking know it, bitch!" I replied as I rammed my throbbing rod back into her hot pink puss. I got into it.
"I've fucked every mother and every daughter in this town and now I'm gonna fuck you too, you nasty slut!"
She let out an ecstatic moan.
"Oh yes, I am a slut! I'm a fucking whooooore!"
We were both getting hot and sweaty as we fucked and fucked and fucked.
I rolled her over onto her knees, her arms crossed up now in the cuffs. She wiggled her godess-like ass at me as I spread her cheeks.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass."
"Mmmmmmmm. Go for it, sexy!"
That was easy. I have to admit, since my first experience with Cheryl I'd had ass-fucking on my mind.
I wetted my index finger in my mouth and began to slide it into Christina's tight little asshole. "Careful, I've never had anything that big back there before." I finger-fucked her ass for a little bit as she loosened up.
"Here it comes, sexy."
I moved my cock to her anus, pressing it in. For a minute I didn't think it would go. She was unbelievably tight.
"Do it!" she wailed "Shove that fat cock right up my ass!"
Her ass began to give way. "Oooooh yesssss! I can feel it. Oh yeah, fuck my ass baby!"

It's amazing what you won't hear as a woman screams at the top of her lungs for you to shove your cock up her ass. Things like a car door closing. Or the front door opening.

"Christina!! WHAT THE FUCK!" a man's deep voice roared from behind me. Christina's head whipped halfway around in recognition. "Georgie!" she yelped. The man of the house was home.
The first thing I noticed about Mr. Perez is that he was BIG. He had spent a lot of time at that gym before me met here there . . . and since. The second thing I noticed is that he was not thrilled to come home and find his trophy wife cuffed to the bed with an 18-year old's nine-inch cock halfway up her ass.

"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!"

I dove off the bed, my cock ripping out of Christina's ass with an audible splorching sound. I ducked one swing of his fist as I bolted for the door. He wasn't fast enough to block my escape. I stumbled, half-falling, down the stairs. Quick out the back, I snatched my shorts from the ground as I ran past. Fuck the rest of it, I just needed my car keys. I clambered over the fence and bolted into the woods. Eventually I lost him. But as I ran barefoot through the woods I knew exactly who was responsible for his unexpected arrival at home.

Susan Townsend.

This shit had to stop.

More to come . . .

Well done.