When a man wants to seduce a woman he must use different tactics dictated by the situation and by the woman. Sometimes soft lights and champagne is the key that unlocks that particular door. A fierce, stolen kiss might be the act that finally breaks down her resistance. Maybe all it takes is putting the toilet seat down. There's no hard and fast rule.
But hard and fast was how I set about seducing Julia, Bridget's sexy mother, the woman who took my virginity, and was now my own mother's sexual plaything. I took out my penis, which was very hard, and rubbed it between her legs, trying to get it inside her as fast as possible. We didn't have much time before Bridget came home, and after listening to Bridget and my mother fuck around while I hid under Mom's bed, I was in a towering rage. I wanted to get back at both of them, and what better way to show my independence than having sex with Julia? Both Bridget and my mother had forbidden any contact with this tall, gorgeous, sexy brunette, so it was contact I lusted for. The contact of my throbbing penis with the moist nest between her long, long legs.
I put my hand on Julia's waist and pulled her close, the underside of my penis sliding up the front of her slacks. "Oh," I breathed. "That feels good."
She was looking straight down at the big pink snake rubbing against her and her eyes were saucers. "You're not supposed to be here!" she squealed. "You mother will hurt me!"
"What about Bridget?" I asked, humping her belly. "What would she do if we fucked right now?"
"She'd never forgive me," Julia said, reaching down to tickle my cockhead with her long red nails. She licked her lips.
"My mom isn't here. Bridget isn't here." I pushed my hips against her, forcing her back inside, until we both stood on the foyer. I closed the door behind us. "But I'm here. You're here. No one else needs to know."
I could see the conflict in her eyes. She was afraid of violating Mom's sanction, but..."You cock looks so fucking good!" She closed her eyes. "Why are you here? Why are you fucking tormenting me like this?"
An idea popped into my head. Maybe I could give Julia's confidence a boost, get her to stop being a lapdog and start being the super-mega-bitch she was when I met her, the woman who ruthlessly cornholed me with a strap-on, who deflowered me by squat-fucking me at Elaine's house. A dangerous gambit, perhaps, but one I thought worth playing.
"I'm here because I couldn't stay away any longer. You were my first, Julia, and it's been so long since you let me enjoy you. I hate my mother from keeping me from fucking you. Don't you want me to fuck you? Is that it? I'm not good enough for you?" I hung my head.
"Oh fuck, no, no! I love your cock, I'd give anything to have your dick pounding me again, but..."
"I'm so HARD, please, Julia, touch me. Touch my cock. Touch it. Touch it with your hands, touch it...that's it...use your hands, feel how hard I am. Feel how hard I am for you, feel...oh...oh...that's it, feel how hard I am for you...ohhhh..."
There was no way she could resist. Her warm hands caressed my penis, she hefted my balls in her palms and felt their tremendous weight. "You're hard as stone," she groaned. It was true. I don't think I'd ever been harder in my life. She stroked my cock and I thought the straining flesh might crack and splinter.
She bent at the waist, tossed her silky black ponytail over her shoulder, and put the head of my penis in her mouth. She was so tall, and I was so long, that she didn't need to go down on her knees. Her tongue slithered over the oily head of my dick before she wrapped her lips around the crown and started sucking. "AHHHH..." I groaned with relief. At last, my penis was getting the attention it craved.
"Oh, God," Julia cried, "I thought I'd never taste your cock again!"
"Go on, take another taste."
She did. She took as much of my cock in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. She let my helmet fall from her lips and circled it with her tongue, and then she pressed her red lips to the underside of my penis and ran her lips along that extra-sensitive ridge of skin. She suddenly fell to her knees and put her hands on my penis and started pumping as she sucked, and looking down at her, her full lips stretched tight by the enormous girth of my shlong, I could see something of Bridget in her face, and I felt my balls start to rumble with seismic twitches.
"I'm going to come soon," I intoned. "I'm going to come in your mouth."
"Mmmm!" she squealed, working my joint even faster.
I put my hands on my shoulders and forced her back. "No. No. When I come, it's going to be deep in your belly." The Landaus had a sunken living room, there were four steps leading down to it, and I steered Julia over to the top step and unbuttoned her pants. It took about ten seconds to get her naked. I made her sit on the top step and I knelt on the bottom step between her legs. I lifted her leg and kissed her tan inner thigh, I kissed the smooth flesh and I extended my tongue and painted a line from her thigh toward her loins.
"No, I'm ready, just stick it in me!" she pleaded, but I wanted what I wanted. And what I wanted was a woman's taste in my mouth. I looked up at her from between her splayed legs, I raised my eyebrows playfully as I reached that holiest of places. She was so tense I thought she might spring like a mousetrap. I lowered my eyes and gazed at the first pussy I'd ever experienced. My head moved into her crotch, and my tongue now tasted what I thought I've never enjoy again, Julia's wet pussy. I drank at her like she was a fountain, her juices covered my lips and tongue and I burrowed inside her wanting more. Bridget and my mother had tasted pussy today, and now I had too. That thrilling feminine taste excited me almost to nausea. My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing and I had to fuck, I had to penetrate, NOW.
"What are you waiting for?" Julia snarled through clenched teeth. "You know I'm ready for you. You know I'm ready for that big fucking dick!" She was. I was too. I had to bury my tool inside a woman or I'd go insane. I rose up, my face shining from her juices, and I pointed myself at her opening.