Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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Applying for an Engenireening college isn't as easy as it used to be. When Bobby was eighteen all he had to do was get good grades .


Most applicants spend all their time studying, preparing for their SAT's and have little else to offer. But times have changed. There are movie stars paying huge sums of money to get their "average" kids into top schools. funds managers are paying millions to get their dim-witted kids into Best College.

Bobby was a theoretical mathematician -- a person who spends days, months, or even years trying to square the circle or proving infinity is a pretzel. Since it was tough for him to find work as a mathematician, he enlisted in the Navy. He was a cerebral guy and didn't spend his off hours in whore houses.

Bobby believed all women were basically sluts and just wanted to get fucked. Whether this is true, or not, this is what Bobby believed. He was going to look for work as a data scientist, which is a high paying bullshit job. He had software that could crunch mega-data and could prove the world was flat.

Bobby also had a theory -- that college admissions interviews were bogus, and SAT scores were crap. 



Jyothika worked as an admissions officer at the School of Engineering. She was described as a lovely MILF, with a marvelous complexion, thick  hair and intelligent  eyes. She also had amazing breasts that caused men to turn their heads whenever she was out in public. Moreover, she had a strong sex drive like most women at her age. She needed to get herself off five or six times a day or she couldn't function. She didn't get any loving from her deadbeat husband so she played with herself almost constantly. She had sex toys but she preferred her fingers. She enjoyed the soft wetness of her hairy labia.



As time went by, Jyothika became so disenchanted with her husband's lack of interest in sex, that she began looking for substitutes -- from vegetables to electronic wave generators. The generator is one of Bobby's inventions and will appear later in this series. Here's an example: an ultrasonic device, sort of like what your dentist uses to clean your teeth. Except this device oscillates at a throbbing frequency low enough to stimulate a woman's pussy. Depending on the amplitude of vibrations you could drive a woman insane with lust, or just make her whimper. Either way, too much exposure and she'll end up in a mental institution.



Now in her early forties, Jyothika had taken excellent care of herself and took great pride in her voluptuous body and lovely appearance. She went to the health club, worked out, and enjoyed watching other women work out. She preferred busty women, watching them on the tread mill, their boobs bouncing up and down. None of them wore bras so their nipples were quite visible. She wasn't a lesbian, but maybe bisexual. She often wondered what another woman's pussy would taste like. Many of the women at the gym wore yoga pants, pulled up tight in the crotch, so Jyothika could tell who had the meatiest pussies. You didn't see panty lines with yoga pants.



She herself was very hairy, being a natural woman -- not one of those pussy shaving fanatics. As a result, her dark blond pubic hair extended from her navel all the way back to her ass cheeks. A few women complimented her on how sexy her pubic forest looked. And not a few women expressed their desire in wanting to investigate her ass more closely. She made a mental note to have a 'show and tell' party soon.

Her husband, at forty-seven, appeared to be much older. He looked sixty -- out of shape, with a pot belly. Dave, her husband, was embarrassed that his wife came across so much younger than he did. The longer Jyothika thought about her relationship with Dave, the more ridiculous the whole idea became. We won't waste any more time on her husband.



Jyothika worked in the university admissions department, specifically the school of engineering. She interviewed applicants; she had good people skills. She could read someone easily, and sometimes approved an applicant for admission without bothering to check his/her transcript.

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On the other hand, she regarded her own step son, Sunny, not only as flesh and blood, but a gentleman -- not making passes at every young woman that he saw. He was a good looking guy, and as his mother, she knew he was well hung.

One Friday afternoon, Jyothika, who usually drank very little, was down in the dumps, mulling over her married life. She was sipping a single malt 12-year old scotch on the rocks, and the more she drank, the more melancholy she felt. It was Friday, and she knew that her husband would be working late at the bank.



She sat there in her living room, looking around the house, wondering why everything seemed so unreal to her. Everything took on an air of surreal fantasy, her beautiful home, her beautiful clothes, her family. It all seemed superficial. Through her scotch fog, she hoped that a fairy godmother would appear and grant her not three wishes, but only one wish -- a good stiff cock.

At a few minutes past three, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She looked out the picture window and smiled as Sunny was walking into the house. Sunny was your typical horny college student,  who devoted his time to homework and masturbation. She was getting excited, and hoped maybe he might be the answer to her salacious prayer.

She was wearing a thin house dress that buttoned down the front. She usually didn't wear a bra at home. She knew her eyes were watery because she had so much to drink. You could say she felt a pressing feminine need as well.



Sunny innocently entered the house and smiled at his mother.

"Hi, Mom," he said.

"How's it going, Sunny?" Her spirits lifted. Her pussy began leaking.

"Oh ... can't complain," he said. "It looks like you've been crying."

"I guess I have. A little."

"What's the problem?" he asked, sitting down at the far end of the sofa.

"Just feeling a little down, I guess."

"About what?"

"I really don't want to talk about it." She was ready to make her move. "I'd like to talk about YOU, though. You're becoming a fine young man." Her nipples were beginning to stiffen.

She brought the glass to her lips, polishing off the contents.

The longer she focused on Sunny, the more her nipples tingled. To a starving man, God appears as a loaf of bread.

She decided that, even though it was unusual, she ought to offer her step son a drink.



"How about joining me for a scotch on the rocks?" she smiled, leaning over and stroking Sunny's arm.

"It looks like you've already had quite a bit to drink, Mom."

"Fine, then one more can't hurt all that much, can it?"

"I don't know. I guess that all depends."

"On what?"

"On how far you're gone. You look depressed."

"I was feeling down, but I'm feeling a lot better now that you're here." She sounded more like a recruiter than motherly.

"That's good."

"I'll get the drinks."

As Jyothika eased her ass up off from the sofa, she kicked off her shoes and zig-zagged barefooted into the kitchen.

She knew that she looked seductive in her yellow housedress. It was a bit small for her in the butt. Her wide hips wiggled nicely as she walked, and she realized that she was putting on a little show for Sunny.



It made Jyothika feel uncomfortable to realize that she was thinking of Sunny more as a potential 'mark' than as her step-son. She quickly returned with the scotch, handing him a glass.

"Do you ever drink?" she asked.

"Every now and then," he said. "At frat parties."

"Tell me about these parties. Are the girls nice? Are they sexy? "

"There isn't a whole lot to tell," he shrugged. "I don't drink as much as some of the other guys."

"You're probably better off that you don't." She wished he'd talk more about the girls at the frat parties.

"Yeah. I'm a social drinker," he acknowledged.

Sunny began feeling a bit uncomfortable about his mother leering at him. She had beautiful, intense blue eyes; he was becoming uncomfortable by her appraising him.

He quickly finished his drink and placed his empty glass on the coffee table. His mother moved closer to him on the sofa.



As she was using her long tongue to lick her full lips, Sunny swallowed hard. If he didn't know his mother as well as he did, he would have sworn that she was coming on to him. Cocksucker kept coming to mind, and he had to struggle mentally to stay focused.

He recalled one occasion when this had happened just a few weeks earlier. A mother of one of his girlfriends had attempted to make herself available to him, her legs were spread open enough to see she wasn't wearing panties. His date had come unexpectedly back into the room, causing Sunny to hide his erection. The mother got up and went into the kitchen.

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But now he was faced with a different situation. His step mother was behaving sexually overt. He kept telling himself that maybe it had to be just his imagination, that her housedress being half unbuttoned was an optical illusion. Her heavy boobs weren't really exposed. Her thick swollen nipple wasn't a nipple, maybe a floater. He needed to have his vision checked.



Jyothika felt the scotch having an effect on her -- her inhibitions were dissolving. She wished she could get herself off without being too obvious. Maybe she could finger herself to a quickie in the kitchen. Never, under any other condition, could she imagine herself doing what she wanted to do at that moment.

Jyothika extended her right hand, allowing her fingers to trickle slowly up Sunny's thigh. The moment that her fingers touched his leg, she felt her pussy squirt. She was getting wet. Maybe Sunny would understand how she felt. Thinking about making it with those sluts at the frat house turned her on.

She was only a few inches away from clutching his dick when Sunny said, " I want you to meet Bobby, a friend of mine. He's coming over in a few minutes."

She stopped stroking her son's legs. "Really??? Who's Bobby? Is he a classmate?"



"No, I met Bobby at the gym. He's pretty buffed. You'll see." He added, "I told him you worked in admissions at ..."

She heard a car stop out front, and a door slam. That must be Bobby she figured. The footsteps were heavy. We need to remember Bobby was on a twofold mission. First, he wanted to validate Bobby's theory about SAT scores being bullshit. And second, he needed to earn good money so he could buy a new Corvette.

Bobby rang the bell, and Sunny answered the door. Jyothika heard a few muffled words and both entered the living room. Bobby was wearing his usual tight t-shirt and tailored pre-washed blue jeans. His jeans were tailored because of what he was packing. There was no way he could fit his huge cock in off-the -shelf jeans.



When Jyothika first set eyes on him, she thought it was the scotch that made Bobby look abnormally huge. She blinked and tried to clear her head. No, he was really huge.

She extended her hand, "Hi Bobby, so nice to meet you ..."

Bobby smiled and grunted. The smile was because he appreciated her impressive appearance; the grunt was a mating call typically emitted by a male primate.

"What do you do, Bobby?" Jyothika asked, trying to engage Bobby in conversation.



Bobby didn't want to come across as an alpha male, so he said, "I work at Imperial Dance Studio."

"Oh, you're a dance instructor?"

"Yeah, but I really want to go to engineering school. I want to get into software development ..." Bobby read somewhere that software developers make 6-figure incomes.

"What a coincidence! I work in admissions . Why not drop in for an interview next Monday?"

"OK, great, ma'am. Anything I should bring?"

"Your school transcript would be a good start."

Bobby was thinking. What's a transcript? Maybe he'll just say the dog ate it, or something equally dumb. He would wing it. getting more education had not been at the top of his list of priorities.



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Jyothika, after seeing Bobby's massive bulge, decided to put seducing her son on hold. After all, Sunny would always be there for her.

Monday didn't arrive soon enough. Before going into the office at 10 o'clock she'd managed to get herself off twice. Bobby was due at 10:30.

He arrived properly dressed for a college interview, wearing his white t-shirt and tailored jeans. Jyothika assumed Bobby had a great sense of humor and mentally gave him a 10. She herself wore a blue business suit with a tight white blouse. Her hip hugging skirt was hemmed above her knees, which made sitting or moving her legs a challenge. Bobby saw she was flushed and attributed her trouble breathing to her having high blood pressure.



Bobby sat leisurely, attempting to cross his legs. That being somewhat of a problem, he unzipped his fly. The knob of his cock sticking out of his jeans was a major distraction to Jyothika. After all, she had not finished her stress relief yoga exercises this morning and she was still incredibly horny.

"So what do you do in your spare time, Bobby?" Jyothika asked, keeping the conversation light.

"Mostly I have sex with women, ma'am. At the studio. I really enjoy butt fucking best ..."

"Excuse me???" She wasn't sure she heard him correctly. " Did you just say you like butt fucking best?"



"Yeah. I love the feel of a woman's ass cheeks against me when I fuck her ..."

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Jyothika almost knocked over her coffee cup. She couldn't believe she was conducting a college admissions interview and this simpleton -- er, darling boy, was discussing butt fucking.

She felt her pussy squirt and a trickle rolling down her right thigh.

Clearing her throat, she said, "Tell me more about your preoccupation, Bobby ..."

"Well, take you for example, ma'am ... I can see you need to be fucked. You're horny as hell. All the signs are there ... I can smell your cunt from here. I bet you're wet, too?" She nodded meekly. She didn't think her arousal scent was that obvious. "Your nipples are stiff too ..."



She made a quick decision. "Why don't we adjourn to the small conference room. We won't be disturbed there."

Once in the conference room, she flicked the "In Conference" light on. She'd been staring at Bobby's phallic endowment for a while now.

She quickly pulled down his zipper, then reached inside his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard cock. "I guess my interview is --" he muttered, interrupted by her assertiveness. Women these days undergo assertiveness training.

She let her fingers flitter delicately over his swelling penis, and the longer her fingers stroked the hotter Bobby began to feel.



His heart rate increased as her finger movements continued. Things were happening just too fast for Bobby to fully comprehend. One moment she was conducting an interview , and now she was playing with his cock.

"You've got such a nice, flexible cock," Jyothika said softly. "I love feeling it growing, dear. Do you like it when I stroke it?"

"Oh yes, ma'am. I really do. I like it a lot. I don't know if it's right, though. I'm all mixed up inside. We shouldn't do this. Please, ma'am, let go of my cock."

"I don't want to, Bobby. This means a lot to me."

"It means a lot to me too, but it just isn't the right time ..."



"I understand. But I also have needs. They just can't be suppressed. I'm sorry. I've tried, but it just won't work. I'm just too excited about us. I've got to have you, and that's all there is to it."

She stepped up the pace of her delicate finger movements. As her fingertips played up and down the length of his swelling cock, rolling his foreskin, Bobby recognized just how futile it would be to stop her. But he gave it his last shot.

"This isn't a good time, ma'am, it really isn't," Bobby balked. He needed to get into college. He needed a good job.



Not to lose focus, she kept tugging at his balls, then put her mouth over his knob. Her tongue was doing figure-8's on his cock. She pumped with every ounce of intensity, determined to make him to expel every drop of his warm semen into her mouth. She had no doubts she could swallow all of it.

This lurid act was moving into its final stage; Jyothika felt she had pushed Bobby up to the ready position, leading up to 'lock and load' or 'blast off'. Whatever you want to call it.

"Please stop whining, Bobby. I need you more than anything right now."

As Jyothika continued to allow her right hand to diddle his cock, she reached out with her left hand and fondled his big balls.

"I'll bet you like this," she smiled. "I can tell from the way you're breathing."

"Who wouldn't?" Bobby shook his head, hyperventilating. "You've got magic in your fingers, ma'am. You really know how to work them."



"The time has come for you to stop calling me ma'am," she said. "We should call each other something like 'darling' or 'lover', but certainly not ma'am. We're more intimate than that now, baby. We're at a point that few people ever reach ... the point of complete sexual release. I'm going to get it from you, baby, I really am. And you're going to enjoy every second of it too."

"I feel like I'm ready to blow now," he gasped. "Your fingers feel so nice ..."

"Of course. I've got a good stiff cock to work with."

All the while she continued the lovely pumping, letting her fingers slide around his balls, tickling, tickling, and pumping on his 12-inch tool at the same time.

"I love your monster cock, honey," she gasped. She opened her legs, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs. Her thighs were toned, muscular. Bobby could see her wet crotch from where he was sitting.



Jyothika kept up her delicate finger movements till she knew that he could not endure her diddling much longer. She wanted to make him shoot, and his being younger, she knew he could do it over and over.

Her effort switched from the realm of slow, teasing masturbation to that of blowing him. She removed her fingers from his cock and dropped to her knees. Her skirt exposed her thighs beautifully.

As Sunny lay sprawled out on the edge of the conference room chair, Jyothika's head dropped down between his legs.



"You're going to blow me," Bobby sighed. "It's going to feel good, but I have a better idea." Bobby assumed the initiative, grabbed her hips and rolled her over. He yanked her flimsy thong off, exposing her butt cheeks.

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Bobby admired the beauty and fullness of her fleshy buttocks. But only momentarily.

"You sure have a hairy ass ..."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah ..."

"You didn't come," Jyothika mumbled.



"Not yet, I'm saving it for something better."

She could tell that with her rump exposed, she was due for a pleasant (maybe unpleasant) surprise. Jyothika's immediate response was to tense up. Despite the prickling sensations running up and down the core of her asshole, despite her hungry desire to have Bobby plug her, she contracted her bowels and resisted the probing of Bobby's lubricated weapon.



She had never taken anything larger than a finger up her asshole, and the thought of Bobby's huge cock up her rectum made her fearful and apprehensive. Bobby might get great pleasure out of ramming that fuck-bludgeon up a woman's ass, but Jyothika couldn't imagine any pleasure she might derive could compensate for the pain she was sure to experience.



"Come on, my dear, loosen up, it only hurts when you fight it." Bobby tried to calm her.

"How would you know?" she asked.

She tried to be tactful, but she hoped Bobby knew what he was doing. Bobby had already told her it was his favorite pastime. He kept the pressure on. His prick was drenched from her jerking him off, and the precum leaking out of his cock slit. Despite her tight asshole his cock was too well lubricated for her to resist it. He moved into her, slowly, as her rectum opened.

"That's it, baby, you're gonna love it ..."



Jyothika's mouth gaped as wide as her asshole; the huge knob slipped inside her. It felt like a hot, grinding fist. She took quick short breaths, panting like a woman in labor. "Take it easy," she pleaded. "Go slow ..."

"Try to relax," Bobby said, as he stroked her ass cheeks, working his fingers into her lower back. His cock slipped in further.

"It hurts," Jyothika whined. Every cell of her body felt like it would explode in protest.



"It's half in", Bobby said. "You can take it ... Christ, what an asshole you have. I can feel your heart beating in your rectum." He flexed his cock, wiggling it inside her.

The pressure in her loins kept her whimpering, "Please take it out!

Rotating his hips, Bobby jammed his cock the rest of the way in -- all the way in. "Yeahhhhh!"



Jyothika cried out in pain. Bobby clamped his hand over her mouth. "Jerk yourself off -- play with your pussy!!"

Too delirious to do anything but obey, Jyothika shoved her hand between her legs and rubbed her fingers between her swollen cuntlips. Blubbering into Bobby's hand, she pinched, twisted and pulled on her clit. Almost immediately the painful pressure in her bowels began to fade.



Fuck sensations pulsed through her pussy and asshole. As Bobby continued to plunge his cock in and out the pressure that previously gave Jyothika pain now gave her pure ecstasy. She giggled and cooed.

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"What did I tell you, huh?" His enormous prick was thrusting in and out, with only the knob remaining in her ass on the outstroke.

"Oh, Bobby, this is marvelous. It doesn't hurt anymore -- not one bit."



Bobby kept his hips oscillating forward and back.

Jyothika blubbered and giggled, crying and laughing at the same time. She contracted her hot tingling asshole, writhing like a fish impaled on a spear. She felt an orgasm ripple through her pussy.

"Mmmmmm ... you're so hot and wet in there. It feels right at home ..." Bobby growled.

Suddenly the word 'home' jarred her back to reality. She couldn't be out of the office too long or the dean might become suspicious.



"Bobby, I hate to be a party pooper, but I need to get back to work." Bobby pulled his cock out of her rectum with a pop.

"Let me get you enrolled in the university first, and we'll go from there. We have lots of options ..."



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When I first married Sam, the sex was incredible. We made love every night, often twice. We bought an extra wide bed and the bedhead rail was spaced so that I could grasp it when I rode him or when he took me from behind. We had mirrors placed around the room, so that we could see our reflections as we had sex. I was a real screamer and we had to soundproof the bedroom to prevent the neighbors hearing. When Poppy, my daughter, came along we put her in the bedroom opposite, but when she asked what the noise was when we accidentally left our door ajar, we transferred her to the bedroom at the other end of the house next to the storage room. If Sam had one disappointment, it was that I didn't let him fuck me in the ass. I explained that I found the idea of anal sex distasteful, so I was still an anal virgin.




Our sex life was so great, it never occurred to me to have an affair, although I knew I hadn't lost any of my youthful attraction. In fact, my breasts had grown remarkably large and Sam said my big round ass shouted "take me from behind."

Sam had said, "Nancy, the men in your office, especially the younger ones, must be continuously drooling over your voluptuous figure."

However, I knew Sam trusted me on my business trips. He understood that the only sexual pleasure I had when I was away was from my 'Big Boy' vibrator.



One day Sam said he'd seen me eying up my eighteen-year-old nephew, Phani, my older sister's son. It was a ridiculous suggestion and I had told him not to be so stupid. He then took the whole joke further and when we were having sex later that same evening suggested to me in a whisper that Phani would love to fuck me. I ignored him, but I think it turned Sam on and made him fuck me harder as that night I was screaming my loudest yet as I had orgasm after orgasm.

It was not that Sam wanted me to have sex with anyone else but him. He always told me that it was important to him that I was faithful. It just seemed to excite him at the thought that I was turned on by someone else



The suggestion that I was attracted to Phani was ludicrous. although I suppose some women might have seen his body as slender and sinewy. He had the family high cheek bones of my sister and myself but overall his face was very average, although some women might have found his roguish smile attractive.

If Sam had seen me staring at Phani's tight butt, it was only because the material of his shorts seemed so frayed.

In short, Phani was a very unappealing boy, just like his mom, my skinny sister, whom I detested.

If Sam believed I had a thing about eighteen-year-old boys, it was because I'd foolishly told him about one of my experiences on my business trips.



I'd stepped into an elevator to go up seven floors. The elevator was already full, but I was in a hurry as I was late for a meeting. I squeezed in and turned from the man in front of me to face the doors. Suddenly a young man jumped in just as the doors were closing. He ended up facing me and, as we were all quite cramped up, he did well pulling his body back from me.

Then somebody at the back of the elevator started coughing. He was obviously trying to cover up his mouth, but he couldn't stop coughing and the sound of it was quite bronchial. Suddenly the people near him started to push forward to make what distance they could between the cougher and themselves. Embarrassingly I found myself pushed up against the young man.



We fleetingly made eye contact before we both looked over each other's shoulder. I could tell he was still a teenager, probably eighteen ot nineteen. My big breasts were pushing into his chest; he must have been very aware of them. Even our stomachs were butting against each other. I didn't know if he was a fan of older women with large breasts but I soon found out he was.



His hard erection was unmistakably prodding me in my tummy. When I glanced again at him, his face was bright red. He was clearly terrified that I was going to say something and I couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

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Suddenly the lift halted between floors with a judder. I think it was at its weight capacity when I got in, but the young man must have increased the problem. As the elevator juddered, so did our bodies, causing some friction. I thought I heard the young man moan softly.


Just then a voice came over the speaker in the elevator.



"This lift is over the weight limit. We will use the emergency lever to gradually raise you to the next floor where you must all get out. When we've reset the main mechanism, you may reenter or use an alternative lift. However, please note that the maximum number of persons should be twelve."

We could then all hear a cranking sound and the lift gradually started to rise, but juddering all the way.

As our two bodies were now unintentionally rubbing together, the young man was now moaning softly, his face even redder and his breathing harder. After about ten seconds, he gave a loud moan and suddenly went rigid and quiet. I knew he had cum in his pants and wondered if there might be any stain on my skirt.



When the lift stopped, the young man was the first out, rushing off. I looked down and was relieved to see that I had no marks on my clothes.

Taking out my phone, I called my colleague to say that there had been a problem with the lift, that I now had a headache and I was returning to my room to lie down. My colleague was sympathetic and assured me he could cover for both of us.

Five minutes later I was in my bedroom, quickly removing my clothes until I was naked on the bed with just my 'Big Boy' vibrator in my hand. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened in the elevator. My breasts had been jiggling against the young man's chest as his boner was being rubbed through his pants by my belly with every judder of the elevator.



I moaned as I opened my legs and, holding the vibrator in my left hand, gently began to slide it over my clitoris. The feeling between my legs was wonderful as my juices started to flow. I was pinching my nipples with my right hand as I began to press the vibrator harder against my clitoris. I was remembering the young man's heavy breathing as I shut my eyes and let my sexual stimulation become more intense.

Eventually I could feel my orgasm building and, just before I climaxed, I slid the vibrator straight inside me.

"AAaargh!" My scream rent the air as my senses exploded with the force of my orgasm. My body was shaking as I lay there, slowly coming down from the height of passion. Eventually, I lay there quietly, thinking what an incredible experience I had just undergone.



I regretted afterwards telling Sam about what happened. I had known that he wouldn't think of me as being unfaithful as, after all, I'd really only had sex with a vibrator. The pushing of my body against the young man was not something I could have avoided. However, it did reinforce Sam's conviction that I had a thing about teenage boys, even though I told him that it was nonsense.

The next time I went on a business trip, nothing exciting happened. I told Sam that I had used my vibrator to help me relax, but I didn't tell him that I was thinking about the young man in the elevator as I climaxed.

It all started with Phani a couple of months later. My daughter had gone away to university and Sam was away on a business trip. The house was quite quiet and the only person coming around was Phani to do his regular Saturday. he was going off to college.



When Phani was my home i asked him to clean the pool.I was in the kitchen watching Phani through the window as he swished the net from side to side to catch the leaves. I suppose I was looking at his frayed shorts as suddenly he moved his head around and caught my eye. I looked away hurriedly and carried on tidying my kitchen. It must have been five minutes later that he came into the kitchen.

He must have entered silently and crept up behind me, because the first thing I was aware of was him putting his arms around me and squeezing my breasts.



I shrieked in anger and wrestled around to face him. He was wearing a silly grin which infuriated me even further and I screamed at him.

"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"

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I was seeing red as I slapped him hard on his face and added in a lower controlled but hard voice, "and never come back."


He just shrugged and walked straight out.

I leant against the cupboard breathing heavily. How dare he! I was so angry I felt like smashing something. I counted to ten and decided that I had to lie down.



As I walked into the bedroom, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I stripped off my clothes quickly and took out the 'Big Boy' vibrator. Lying back on the bed, I was still feeling shaken from what had happened. I knew I needed some light masturbation to relax me and I started moving the vibrator over my clitoris.

Pretty soon, with my eyes closed, I found I was relaxing and starting to get sexually stimulated. I tried to get the vision of Phani squeezing my breasts out of my mind but failed and found that I was getting aroused even quicker than usual.



I was building up nicely to an orgasm. I was pressing the vibrator harder against my clitoris and squeezing my nipple, getting prepared to thrust the vibrator inside me. I was getting nearer and nearer and was just about to push it in, when I became aware that there was somebody in the room.

I held my breath as I opened my eyes and saw Phani, naked, with a phone in his hand videoing me. As I screamed, he put the phone down at an angle that was still videoing me and then advanced to the bed.

I was aghast. I knew that the sight of my voluptuous naked body couldn't fail to excite him and I gazed with horror at his big erect cock that seemed huge against his slender frame.



At the sight of him I had thrown the vibrator to one side and slammed my legs together. However, it was all too late, he must have been enjoying the sight of my clitoris becoming wetter and wetter as he'd silently watched me.

As he walked towards me, his lustful eyes were only too clearly signaling his intentions and, as he grabbed my ankles, I shrieked at him.

"NO! NO! NO!"

His mouth was open as, breathing heavily, he pulled me down the bed towards him and forced my legs apart. I tried desperately to push him away, but I was still feeling the pitch of sexual intensity and this made my arms feel weak. My whole body was pulsating with the heat of my sexual stimulation.



Having a beautiful voluptuous older woman in a high state of sexual excitement, virtually a captive for whatever lustful act he wanted to do, must have been his greatest fantasy.

I was sobbing now, pleading with him, but knowing it was hopeless as I realized he would only be satisfied when he'd inserted his big teenage boner deep inside me.



I screamed as I felt his hot mushroom head touching my opening and then screamed even louder as he pushed it inside me. Although his cock was big, because I was so juicy and prepared, the hard phallus slid tightly but easily into my welcoming pussy. I immediately went into a paroxysm of an orgasm.

Phani just held his position looking gleefully at me. As my body spasmed he must have felt my orgasmic contractions gripping his cock.

As I calmed down, he just gazed with awe at my quivering voluptuous flesh and then started to fuck me with steady long strokes.



It was with horror that I found my body, despite my orgasm, was responding to him. I was thrusting back at Phani, trying to speed up the rhythm, my body eager to suck his cock back inside me.

"Oh no!" I groaned. but Phani just chuckled gleefully, as my pelvis joined in the fucking motion.

"You love it don't you," Phani said slyly.

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"Yes," I sobbed, "you bastard, you bastard!"

Phani now gripped my huge tits as he continued to steadily thrust his big teenage cock inside me. He really knew how to handle my breasts. He mauled them and then squeezed my areolae, making my nipples stand out lush and tender. His mouth came down so he could suck them avidly as he continued to fuck me.



"FUCK ME HARDER YOU BASTARD!!" I screamed at him. My body was now on fire from my teenage nephew.

Suddenly he started slamming into me. He lifted up his head from my teats and began thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I sucked it in eagerly.

Our tongues were wrestling hard as he gripped my tits, his thrusts coming harder and harder. Just as I was climaxing, he stopped thrusting and just held his cock hard inside me, his face screwed up in the intensity of his orgasm.

My contractions this time were even stronger than my first orgasm. My vaginal muscles were squeezing him, sucking his cum deep inside me.



I lay there ashamed, thinking that at least it was all now over, but Phani had other ideas. After he'd cum, his cock had softened, but he'd only cum once and I could already feel his cock hardening as he began to start moving in and out of me again.

Suddenly Phani rolled me over so that I was on top, clearly expecting me to move around on top of him. This was too much. I lay there still for a moment, gritting my teeth and preparing to lift myself off him, when Phani started talking.

"You know I've been videoing this. What will Uncle Sam say when he sees you shouting 'Fuck me harder'?"

I groaned as I pushed myself up, looking down at his smirking face. My body was reflected in all the mirrors around the bed. I looked like a mature cartoon sex doll with my huge tits, small waist and a big ass. I realized that I must have been Phani's greatest sexual fantasy.



I groaned again as he put his hands up to squeeze my big hanging tits and found myself automatically moving my pelvis backwards and forwards. I was fucking him and he was loving it. The trouble was I couldn't help responding to him in a way that he must have really enjoyed.

As he squeezed my tits, I found to my chagrin that I was arching my back, thrusting my big breasts further forwards to allow him to grasp and maul them more easily.

My juicy pussy was squeezing his big cock as I began to increase my thrusts. He was groaning delightedly as I fucked him. He moved his hands off my tits to slide them around to grasp my butt. As his hands left my breasts, I couldn't stop myself leaning forward to encourage him to suck my nipples.

Even as I hated myself, I screamed at him, "YOU BASTARD!!".

He was clearly in sexual heaven. He was a horny teenager gripping my big ass and sucking voraciously on my lush nipples as my thrusting hips forced his cock in and out of my juicy pussy.



The problem was that my body was enjoying the experience as much as he was. My orgasm was building again and as I started cumming I knew that he was shooting his jizz inside me.

Exhausted, I collapsed off him so that I was lying next to him on my bed. He had a smile of contentment on his face as he said, "Right Auntie, when I come back at seven this evening you will be waiting for me naked except for your white garter belt and black stockings, oh and tie your hair in a bun and wear some nice perfume."

I tried to sound calm as I hissed at him, "I don't have any garter belts or black stockings."

He laughed and got off the bed and pulled on his clothes.



"Sure you do", he said with a smirk, "they're in the second drawer down."

I sighed with frustration as I realized that, on his previous visits, he must have been searching my drawers to find out what underwear I wore.

As he left, I lay on the bed for a while, pondering my misfortune. I wasn't going to admit to myself that I had in any way enjoyed the experience of having sex with him. Although my husband, Sam, and I joked a lot about having sex with other people, we had an understanding that in reality we would never do so. I felt a terrible guilt at the sensations that my body had just experienced and started to promise myself that, whatever Phani was intending later that day, I would not allow myself to enjoy it.

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As the evening approached, I showered and prepared myself. I dabbed my most expensive perfume on my neck. I could have used a cheaper one, but for some reason I wanted the best. I carefully tied my hair up in a bun, but allowed an alluring wisp of hair to fall at the front. I knew that tying my hair back would have the effect of giving me a matronly look, which I guessed was what Phani wanted, but it also showed my high cheek bones.



I suppose I could have attempted to make myself look a mess, but for some reason I can't explain, I wanted to look like a beautiful red hot momma.

As I pulled my nylons up, I felt a frisson of excitement at the glossy brown sheen encasing my legs. I snapped the material to my garter belt, the pink flesh at the top of my stockings looking tantalizingly sexy.

I stepped into a pair of red stiletto shoes that matched my lipstick. Although Phani hadn't mentioned the shoes, I told myself that he would expect them.

At seven o'clock I heard Phani opening the front door and realized that he must have taken my keys with him.

I just stood beside the bed and waited for Phani, listening to his steps on the stairs. As he stepped into my room, he looked with lust at my voluptuous figure standing in front of him. He quickly started taking off his clothes and he was naked in a few seconds.

His cock was standing to attention and I could feel myself starting to get excited as I stared with excitement at his purple mushroom head.

I tried to hide my eagerness as I said in a quavering voice, "So, what are you demanding of me now?"

"Get on your knees Auntie and suck me," he commanded.

I walked towards him and knelt in front of him. I had to deliberately slow myself as I bent over to take his helmet in my mouth, but once my lips were around it, I couldn't help sucking and guzzling the delicious knob end with relish.



My right hand grasped the base of his shaft and my left hand grasped his balls. His testicles felt like two large plums which I knew would be full of delicious teenage cum.

He chuckled at my lack of restraint as I abandoned all effort to conceal my lust and sucked his cock with gusto. My tongue was exploring all round the rim of his mushroom head and poking in his tender slit at the top.

He grasped the bun of hair on my head and helped my head go lower until his whole cock was down my throat and my movement up and down must have seared his throbbing cock.

He was groaning in his ecstasy, "Oh what a fucking great cock-sucker you are Auntie!"



I was hating the pleasure I was giving him but, at the same time, was loving the feel of his big cock in my mouth and throat.

As he tightened his grip of my hair and forced my head harder up an down his cock, he screamed as he came in my throat and I swallowed his delicious young cum.

I thought that the evening might have come to an early close, but as he stroked his cock into another erection, I knew he had just started.

"Get on the bed, face the wall and stick your ass out," he commanded.

Somehow, I knew this would be what he would want this evening. He had enjoyed the pleasure of my huge breasts this morning and now he was moving on to my 'big booty', as my husband called my ass.



My husband, Sam, loved taking me from behind and he was always begging me to let him fuck me in the ass, but I'd never let him.
I now grabbed the bedrail to steady myself. In the mirror in the side wall I could see my big ass waiting to be rutted.

Phani had been taking his time, lathering his cock with lube and now he got on the bed behind me. I'd meant to keep quiet and not allow him to think I would be getting any satisfaction from him fucking me, but as he entered my pussy, I could not hold back a moan of pleasure.



In the mirror I could see Phani's face smirking as he heard me moaning. He pulled back and began a hard rhythmic fucking as I knew he would. The regular slapping of his thighs against my ass would have my big butt jiggling, rippling my ass flesh. However, suddenly I felt his oily fingers pushing into my ass hole. This was too far.

"NO Phani!" I cried, but I was too late.

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Even before my words were out, I could feel his helmet pushing inside my anal ring. This was terrible. I had never let my husband do such a thing and now Phani was ramming his cock into my asshole.



I tried to push myself away from the head of the bed, but Phani had ripped my bun apart and had grabbed a tress of hair, which he wrapped around his hand and then pulled my head back.

My back was arching which was pushing my ass higher up in the air. The thought of the sight of my big round ass sticking up for Phani to enjoy was infuriating, but as he fucked me with hard strokes, I found that I was loving it. I grasped the bedrail firmly and pushed my ass back hard towards him.

We were both screaming as we orgasmed simultaneously.



I lay there devastated. My guilt was awful, but at the same time, I knew I was now Phani's sex slave.

When he left, he told me that he would be around again the next morning. I just stared at him hating him.

I felt terrible. I knew I would have to own up to Sam about what had happened and dreaded his reaction. Little did I know then that he would also be owning up to being unfaithful to me with our daughter and niece.

At that moment I just felt wretched and determined that I would not have sex with Phani the following morning.



The following morning all my best intentions were gone. I had dressed again in garter and stockings and was waiting anxiously for Phani to arrive. When he eventually came through the door, I threw myself upon him and immediately began to rip his clothes off. He was amazed at my enthusiasm and I couldn't believe my actions either.

Twenty minutes later I was lying back on the table, my stocking clad legs over Phani's shoulders. Phani was gripping my thighs as he fucked me deep and hard. I was screaming, my big breasts jiggling in rhythm with his fucking. An hour after that I was riding Phani ferociously on our bed. His big cock was sliding in and out with my pelvic thrusts and he was squeezing my tits.



The sex not only carried on for the whole of that day but also for the three days after. It only stopped because Phani had to go to college.

I waited anxiously for Sam to come home. When he did, I kissed him as he walked through the door. I was trying to pluck up the courage to tell him about Phani but couldn't get myself to do it. I found it difficult to look him in the eye and then Sam suddenly said, "Look, I know you fucked Phani," I could feel the blood draining from my face, "but I've fucked your sister so we're even."

Sitting there with Sam, I felt ashamed as I confessed to what had happened with Phani, but I was also angry with Sam for cheating with my sister. 



After that things got better between us. In fact, it turned out that we would have quite an adventure together.

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