Sex with brand new husband Scott is never a problem. He's skilled, long-lasting, enthusiastic, imaginative and marvelously endowed.
He loves role-playing. One of his favourites is wearing a white priest's dog-collar and black clergy shirt — nothing else — and hearing my wildly imaginative confession while I suck his cock and lick his balls. "Bless you my daughter ..." he whispers as he cums "... for I have inherited the kingdom of heaven."
Scott delights in exploring the wilder shores of sensuality. In particular, he loves giving head (a rare gift for a girl), spanking, sixty-nine and groups. Threesomes, foursomes, moresomes. Scott's a generously social fucker.
Late one night in bed after a particularly energetic evening with three of Scott's friends I ask him casually why he isn't jealous when other men fuck me. "Don't you care?"
"Not really."
I push. "I'm your wife. You want me to fuck these guys ... you watch when they undress me ..."
He interrupts. "You usually undress yourself. They don't have to. Not often, anyway."
I ignore him. " ... and they stick their cocks in my mouth and my cunt ..."
"Guess I'm just not the jealous type."
"And it turns you on when I cum with other men ... in front of you. Me? Your precious new wife?"
"Turns me on ... but doesn't make me jealous."
All drowsy from lovemaking, I pretend to be offended. "Why not? You should be protecting my honour, you bastard ... not encouraging me to give it away to your friends and all those Big Men who can help your acting career."
Scott laughs, slips an arm around my neck, nestles my head on his shoulder. "I learn early."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't want to know. You'll be shocked."
I wake up. "What the hell could shock me, Scott? After all we've done together ... after tonight? I fuck two below-the-title stars for you and that damned hairdresser — by the way I think he wants you, not me — what the hell could shock me? Anyway, what do you mean, you learned early?"
He settles in the bed. "You promise you won't be shocked?"
"Oh jesus, Scott ..." I pull out of the shelter of his arm and turn away from him, on my side. "I'm going to sleep."
"Ok ... ok" he says hurriedly. "If you really want to know I'll tell you. Here's the picture ... I'm eighteen, my father has loads of money ... divorces my mother ... gets custody of me because my mother is a slut with a serious drinking problem." He thinks back. "My father marries this great-looking redhead. Gorgeous. Big fleshy woman ... huge breasts ... like ripe melons ... like yours. Built entirely of curves. She's how I learned to love big boobs. Much younger than him ... only about four years older than me, in fact. As for me, I work out a lot ... I've got a good build and enormous cock."
"Stop boasting."
"I'm telling the truth. Do you want to hear the story or not?"
"Sorry. Go on."
"My stepmother's an exhibitionist ... even I know it. Likes to hang around the house wearing almost nothing ... all see-through and breast and nipple and thigh ... and I spend a lot of time trying to see as much of her as I can without being caught. I'm obsessed with her body. Remember, I'm she's an older women ... something like twenty-two."
"Dirty pervert."
Scott ignores me. "One morning, soon after she moves in, I walk past the bedroom she shares with my dad and the door's open and she's naked, sitting on their bed facing the door and rubbing some sort of white cream on her boobs. She catches me standing there, staring at her, and doesn't even try to cover herself. Just smiles ... says 'hi honey' ... and keeps looking at me, smiling all the time, while she smears the white stuff on her boobs ... so they sway, all sexy. Then she rubs the stuff on her belly and between her legs, still looking at me with this funny teasing expression, until I get embarrassed and say 'sorry" and she says 'no problem, honey' and I walk away even though I want to stay forever and watch her rub white stuff all over every inch of her incredible body."
"I've never seen you embarrassed."
He ignores me again. "We live in this big house ... my stepmother doesn't actually work ... she likes going out to dinner and parties instead. Particularly when my father's away on business. Well, one late evening ... only a couple of weeks after they marry ... Dad's out of town ... my stepmother's out at some party ... and I'm in bed with a copy of Playboy. The room's dark except for the bedside lamp ... and I'm drooling over the pictures and jerking off while the centerfold smiles at me. I've left my bedroom door part open because it's a warm night and there's nobody in the house except me. I'm pounding away when I catch this movement out of the corner of my eye. I look up and see my new stepmother standing in the hallway, holding her shoes in one hand, watching me jerk off. I've no idea how long she's been there."
"Wow ... " I turn back to Scott, pull his arm around my shoulders again. "This is sexy. What do you do?"
He shrugs. "What can I do? I pull the sheets up to cover everything and say something silly like 'hi ... didn't expect you back so soon. How was your evening?'"
"And ..." I reach for Scott's cock. In spite of his world-class performance right after his friends fuck me, it's hard again. I guess he's really enjoying telling me about his stepmother. Anyway, he seems to have a perpetual erection. Part of his charm. I hold him, fondle gently.
"She comes into my bedroom and sits down on the side of my bed. She's wearing this real sexy red dress ... shows lots of tit and leg ... I remember ever detail ... and says the sort of words the experts say you're supposed to say at such moments. I don't remember what they are but something like 'don't be ashamed ... it's perfectly natural for a teenage boy to masturbate ... would be unnatural if you don't'. You know the sort of thing ..."
"Not really. I've never been a teenage boy and certainly never jerked off to Playboy. But go on."
"She sits there on my bed and her breasts are literally inches from my face ... and her skin is shining like she's sweating or something. And she puts a hand under the sheet. I think for one wonderful moment that she's going to grab my cock. But instead she pulls out the Playboy. She opens it at the centrefold, turns it around so it opens up and examines it. Then she asks me if I think the girl is sexy. I've no idea what's going on. All I can think of is to I tell her sure, I think she's sexy. Then my stepmother asks me if I think the girl in the centerfold is sexier than she is."
I giggle. "Crucial moment, my love. And?"
"Even then I know something about women. Enough to know that there's only one correct answer. I tell my stepmother the naked girl in the Playboy centrefold isn't nearly as sexy as she is."
"Good for you, lover. And ..."
Scott's voice is gravelly now and his cock pushes rhythmically against my hand. "She leans forward so I can see down the top of her dress ... lacy black bra ... real huge tits, like goddam mountains ... kisses me sweetly on my forehead and laughs and tells me the Playboy women are all idealized and airbrushed. Not real. Then she asks 'have you ever seen a naked woman ... a real naked woman ... not just a girl?' I don't remind her about catching her naked, rubbing that white stuff on her boobs a couple of days before. Instead I tell her the only real naked woman I've seen is my mother. She says that doesn't count. The conversation is getting very sexy by this time ... and it gets even sexier.
"My stepmother asks 'would you like to ... see a real naked woman, I mean? It's about time you did. You're certainly old enough'. And I tell her 'yes, of course ... I'd really like that'. And she puts a hand over the hand I've been jerking off with ..." long pause "... and my stepmother asks 'would you like to see me naked?'"
"Wow. Fan-fucking-tastic."
"Her voice gets all breathy and husky. She says she'll show me her body if I want to see it because the human body is nothing to be ashamed of. The naked body is a beautiful thing. Nudity is a beautiful thing. She says teenage boys shouldn't have to buy Playboy to find out what real women look like. So because there's nothing to be ashamed of in nudity ... she'll show me her body if I really want to see it. But she'll only do it if I promise not to tell anyone. Particularly my father. And I mustn't try to touch her. Of course, I promise. I'll promise to jump out of a plane without a parachute ... I'll wrestle a great white shark ... if that's what it takes to get my gorgeous, sexy stepmother out of her clothes again.
"The next thing I know she turns her back and asks me to unzip her dress. I can hardly handle the zipper, I'm so excited. But I fumble around and manage. Then she stands up, pulls the dress down and steps out of it ... pulls her panties down, drops them on the floor. She sits back on my bed and tells me 'Undo my bra.' So I do that. I've had some experience with bras so there's no big problem. And she lets the bra fall off ... stands up again, stares at me ... real slow like she's challenging me or something ... and slowly turns around like a model on a runway. She's naked as the day she's born. Incredible tight ass ... great, heavy breasts ... she's mostly shaved ... just a little fringe of ginger hair ... they call it a landing strip ... at the bottom of her belly ... right there in my bedroom. It's a teenage boy's wettest fantasy. I almost cum right there."
This is great stuff. I wonder if it's true. After all, Scott's an actor and actors aren't famous for doing reality. "Go on ... go on lover..."
"I tell her she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life. And then I take the big chance." Scott pauses dramatically.
"What? What do you do? Jump her?"
"No. I'm no fool. I pull back the sheet ... real slow ... so she can see my cock again. It's enormous. I've never seen it so big ... all hard and throbbing and jerking and sticking up in the air. I take a big chance and ask her if I can jerk off looking at her instead of at the centrefold ... because she's so much more beautiful than the girl in the centerfold."
Nobody could invent this. Not even Scott. "You're a genius, darling. A goddam genius."
