Hi!
My name is Nancy and I've had some amazing sexual experiences in my life. I grew up young and fast, surrounded by very open minded and sexually liberated people and I am definitely a product of that environment.
This series of stories are based on real events and real people in my life. As they say, "the names have been changed to protect the innocent"! So I will leave it up to you to separate (guess) fact from fantasy. And since I've written these for entertainment, and perhaps really for my therapy, don't judge me and don't spend too much time trying to figure out what's true and what's not - I just hope you like the stories!
About me; I'm 44 years old and married. I'm 5'-9" tall, a brunette and my measurements are 36DD-23-36. No! I won't tell you my weight and it's not polite to ask a girl either! And, something else I know is on your mind, no, they're not real anymore as of the summer of 2013...but they are oh so sensitive and YES I love to be tit-fucked! I was blessed with great looks and I learned very early how to use my body, especially my big tits, to get anything I wanted. It's amazing how you men will do virtually anything or take virtually any chance to get your hands on a girl with big tits, a flat tummy, a tiny waist and a heart shaped ass!! If you don't believe me, just look at today's sports stars and their silly scandals!!
To say "all my life I have absolutely loved sex" is an understatement! Sex is way more fun than the gym, or a personal trainer - unless you can combine the three - to keep a girl in shape anyway!
But sex is not without emotion. I finally found inner peace when I accepted the fact that I couldn't change my past. And since I can't change it, why have all the guilt and self-blame? After all, no one "made" me do anything, well not since I was a teen. But as I think about it, at the age I began to have sex, was I really "ready" to experience all those things? It's a "girl thing" I guess - you guys wouldn't understand - but when I was young sex made me feel loved, grown up, in control and mature. Now that I'm older sex lets me feel loved, young, in control, and still mature, but nowadays in a "teacher" sort of way.
Honestly, I simply just love sex and if I meet a sexy guy, or gal, I can't help wonder about their secret fantasies. The more forbidden and taboo they are - the better I like it!!
The Media have coined the term "Cougar" [koo-ger] nowadays to describe sexually active mature women, usually over the age of 30, who eagerly pursue younger men for sexual encounters; a more aggressive type of "MILF". Well if the shoe fits, wear it! Just make sure you have a sexy short dress to go with it!
I was in the "adult" industry when I was younger (danced at a famous club in Atlanta - did some modeling and many bikini and wet t-shirt contests). I also "flirted" with the adult movie industry in the early 1990's and then again just a couple years ago (I'm glad MILF's are in style). I love sex, I love to tease, role playing (taboo), dress-up, just name it.
What's my wildest "sexcapade" ever? Well, read my stories and YOU tell me. But I will say, my favorite thing is being naked, or virtually naked, in front of people. That's why I loved being an exotic dancer! Even better yet - I love being naked in front of people and having sex while they watch! Just knowing a zillion guys will read this and get excited by my profile picture is a huge turn on too!
Why does it take me SOOO long to write each chapter? I don't know -some of these memories are hard to think about. I struggle with the people I write about. As with the earlier chapters, I've been writing this FIFTH chapter for many MONTHS and with the help of friends who have edited my many drafts, I think it's finally ready to post.
Obviously, you might want to read Chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4 before you read this one...
All the characters, including me, are all above 18.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 5: An Education for Nancy; A competition with Mom!
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when her hormones took over total control. Nancy was always horny but usually managed to control it. However, by the end of the day her thoughts always turned to Uncle Stewart and sex. She kept her innocent, blue eyes on the teacher, but her hand slipped into the pocket of her tight jeans so she could tease her burning clit.
Her slender fingers stole into the pocket and touched firm, naked flesh. Nancy had recently cut the pocket right out of her jeans. Her fingers brushed through soft peach fuzz and touched her smooth slippery pussy-lips.
Her curvy, young legs parted under the desk and her middle finger located her clit, that special spot all girl's love. Her eyes got glassy as her finger began to slowly rub and stroke and massage her little clit.
She slumped a little in her seat to make her pussy more available. Her bright eyes watched the teacher write on the blackboard and her fingers clawed her clit. Her thighs opened farther and she slipped one naughty finger into her juicy fuck-hole.
With her slender finger inside her pussy and her thumb on her stiff, little clit she slowly, very slowly, writhed her hips. Her pussy slowly turned and twisted on her finger and thumb. The creamy, dreamy sensations she liked so much filled her cunt.
Her breath quickened as she got hot, and her ripe, young tits began to rise and fall a little faster in her tight, little T-shirt. Her nostrils flared and her pretty face flushed slightly. A familiar tickle started, deep in her belly, and she started moving her finger and thumb in time with the rolling of her hips.
Yes, thought the teenager. I've changed a great deal in the last couple of months. And I've got no intention of going back to being the cute, little, boring teenager I was!
Nancy missed her Uncle Stewart. In fact she suspected she was in love with him. Yes, indeed, Uncle Stewart was something else! His cock was so big! Since the first time they'd fucked Nancy was addicted to his monstrous prick. She couldn't get enough of it. She loved the feel of his foot long fucker slicing into her cunt, and especially liked it when at the last second he uncorked his prick and jetted thick, creamy blasts of cum all over her tingling flesh. The young teenager's eyes were half closed, glazed over with lust.
Nancy remembered a vivid dream she'd been having recently. A naughty forbidden one, over and over, involving her mother's new boyfriend Preston, and other men in her life.
She hated Preston, or so she thought. He had been forcing himself on her for the last few weeks. The young girl knew she had made some big mistakes since Uncle Stewart had gone back to LA and reunited with Aunt Pam.
Nancy realized she had been stupid to tease Preston so much. She knew he ogled her body as she walked around the house in her flimsy bra. Her favorite, it was so sheer that it hid nothing, and she often blushed as she looked down at her rosebud nipples showing through the nylon cups. The thong matched the bra and was tiny, barely covering her cunt bush and held together by thin flat bands of elastic across her hips. Her heart shaped ass was on full display.
When her mom cautioned her about wearing so little, she wore a cotton t-shirt that was two sizes too small and no bra, tucked into a pair of cut off jean shorts as tight as the t-shirt.
But Nancy thought Preston was more interested in her mother than in her. That was, until he entered her room one late night and practically raped her. Now she dreaded even going home for fear of what he would try next. In these few short weeks Nancy had come to suspect that Preston dated her mom just to be close to her.
In her mind's eye she remembered her most recent dream. It started off as the familiar one had many times. But lately it took a different twist, a dark twist.
At home, she would be sitting at her dressing table without a stitch of clothing on. It was always late at night and her room was dark and smoky, bathed in a black or purple haze.
She'd brush her hair, smoothing it away from her face before putting the brush down. Then she'd apply a shiny coating of lipstick to her sensual mouth, looking into the mirror as she studied her magnificent tits in the reflection. I've changed a great deal this last year, she would think to herself. She'd run her hands over her flat stomach. Not an ounce of fat, she proudly mused. Wondering just how much trouble her gorgeous body could cause made her smile a wicked smile as she fingered her wavy chestnut hair, looking into her eyes in the mirror.
The suddenly things would change. Her confidence would fade, as Preston would appear at the doorway of her bedroom.
"Hello," he'd say in a deep voice, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe watching her put a touch of makeup to her eyelashes.
Nancy would twist quickly on the small bench in front of her dressing table, her big tits swinging about from her chest, slapping together. The areolas were upturned and the nipples were lewd as pencil erasers.
