Out of control (Part I)

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    After putting the finishing touches on her makeup, Heather studied herself in the mirror. One of the luxuries of having her own bathroom was that she could stay nude until the last possible minute. Her life was constrained in so many other ways that the sensation of freedom it brought helped bring a bit of relaxation to the start of her otherwise hectic days.

    At 5'8" tall, Heather was of average height. She was fairly slim, due more to the benefits of a high metabolism than to any exercise routine, but still posessed of enough curves to appear more feminine than boyish. She was of mixxed ancestry, mostly German and Italian, and her skin was smooth with a slight tan. Her hair was a rich brown, the color of dark chocolate. When loose, it hung down past her shoulders, but currently she had it tied up in a french twist for the office. Her eyes were brown as well, vibrant, and flanked by long black lashes. Depending on the maker, she fit either a B or a C cup. Though she certainly had the money to buy implants it never struck her as a worthwhile way to spend it. Her areola were a shade of brownish pink, large and distinctively puffy. They'd been that way since she was a teen, and though she thought they'd flatten out with age, but if anything they'd gotten a little worse. She wasn't particularly embarassed by them, but she had taken to wearing padded bras just to keep them from attracting too much attention from beneath her shirt.

    Although she never looked favorably on plastic surgery, she wasn't opposed to spending money on herself in general. She had her nails done on a regular basis and they were currently painted a deep shade of red. If her grooming differed from the normal fashion trendsof the day, it was probably her stubborn insistence on keeping her pubic region natural. She was a woman, in her early thirties, and hated the amount of pressure on women these days to shave themselves to the extent of pre-pubescent mimicry. She maintained a luxurious bush of dark brown pubic hair, just a shade darker than the hair atop her head.

    As she regarded her appearance, it occurred to her that while she would never call herself a supermodel, she certainly felt herself to be attractive... she felt wasted on her husband.

    As she dressed, she reflected that really she had no one to blame for that but herself. She had always been ambitious (a fact proven by her graduation with honors from Law School). They met several years ago at college when she was a grad student and he a part time professor. It was a marriage more of convenience than of love. He was a nice enough man, but truth be told it was probably his connections that appealed to her more... the guarantee of an "in" with one of the better law firms. Similarly, she cut the figure of the type of wife a man in his position was expected to have on his arm. And so it was, with more planning than passion, the two found themselves wed.

    For the first few months they went through the motions of being happy newlyweds. She was a virgin when they married, and for all the talk she'd heard about how amazing sex could be, she found the reality disappointing. His maneuvers in the bedroom were quite similar to those he used in the courtroom... too emotionless and too well planned out. But lawyers were one part thespian (the good ones, anyways), and so she acted the part, putting out her moans and convulsions. Not too many to be suspicious, but enough to leave him satisfied that he'd finished the job so she could get some rest.

    Life had a hectic monotony about it. What sexual frustration she might've had was easily buried in her legal work, of which there was no shortage. With his references and connections she was able to land a position in the type of law firm she'd always wanted, but found herself with little free time to enjoy the rewards.

    And so it was that she found herself with no objections when her sister in law had asked if her son, Jason, could stay with them for a few weeks this summer. He was eighteen and had just graduated from high school this past May. He'd wanted to visit New York City for some time, and although they lived in Connecticut it was quite easy to catch trains into and out of the Big Apple. He'd be off to college in the fall and an inexpensive but fun vacation seemed like a good way for him to kill some time.

    Heather took one last look in the mirror. She was now dressed in a grey, skirted business suit. She wore pantyhose a similar tone to her skin and black dress shoes. She had a little bit of gold jewelry, enough to accessorize, but no so much as to look gaudy. On the whole, she was dressed fairly conservativelhy, but she found through experience that it played better with some of the older judges she routinely had hearing her cases.

    Her husband would be gone already. A few years ago it might have bothered her that he never said goodbye, but it had become their routine and in truth she now hardly noticed it. What she did notice was that the door to the guest room was still closed. Jason had come in lastnight, after she'd already gone to bed. Bill had picked him up from the airport and brought him back home. She'd met the boy before, a few years ago at a Thanksgiving get together. He was a sweet boy at the time, shy, and a little on the small side for a thirteen year old. Still, from what few conversations she had with him, he'd seemed like a bright boy and she was glad they could help sate some of his curiosity about the big city.

    She knocked gently at the door, but there was no answer. She knocked a little louder... "Jason?" With no reply, she opened the door, expecting to find the room empty. Instead she found him lying sound asleep on the bed. He was barely recognizable as the boy she'd met five years ago. Time and puberty were doing their part to transition the sweet boy into a strapping young man. He was much taller now, perhaps 6'1" or 6'2". It was hard to tell with him lying atop the king-sized bed. He was shirtless and lightly muscled, the physique of someone who played a light sport like baseball or swimming. She smiled, noticing that his chestnut hair was still worn in the same loose hairstyle as the last time she saw him, at least some things stayed the same.

    She sat down next to him, gently shaking his shoulder. "Jason, it's time to wake up. The last train into the city leaves in a couple hours. Time to get a move on." He let out a soft snore and continued sleeping soundly. Heather smiled to herself when her attention was caught by movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing down towards his waist she could vaguely make out the shape of his erect penis below the sheets. She starteld slightly, as what she was seeing didn't make much sense to her. She couldn't imagine a grown man being that well hung, let alone a seventeen year old. If the head of his cock was where she thought it was, that would put it up past the top of his belly button. Thinking she must've been imagining it, she was about to turn away when she saw it bob again, his erect cock lifting briefly upwards as it throbbed, moving the sheets with it... her mouth fell open.

    The next few moments were spent swimming in an excruciating mix of conflusion, lust, and curiosity. She sat transfixed, watching the bedsheets move periodically as his morning wood danced. She wanted desperately to know if what she was seeing was real, but at the same time felt ill at the thought of taking such advantage of the boy and so severely invading his privacy. Ultimately, her curiosity won out. She'd just take a peek, she thought. And if he woke up, she could easily pretend the covers had moved while he was sleeping and she was just trying to pull them back up.

    Heather's eyes remained locked on his face as she very slowly and delicately started to lift back the sheets. She watched him for the slightest sign that he was waking... any hint of movement or sound beyond his current sleep. But he didn't wake or even stir as she pulled the bedsheet back. Pleased with herself, she glanced downwards to take a look at his manhood and her heart skipped a beat. To say that Jason had the biggest cock she'd seen in her life would be an understatement. Her husband measured in at a little over four inches and his was the only one she'd ever seen up close. She'd seen a few more, mostly on the internet, around six inches in length and those had always seemed big to her. But his was enormous, easily nine inches, if not a little more. His length was complimented by girth, and though she couldn't put to numbers how big around it might be, she felt herself swooning at the thought of trying to take that much inside of her.

    Her heart was racing as she stared at his cock. He didn't look circumcised, but it was hard to tell given the extreme state of his erection. The head was fully exposed, swollen, and a rosy shade of pink. She could make out the veins under his skin, no moreso than other cocks, but nicely textured none the less. Every few seconds it would throb, lifting from his stomach and pointing up at an angle, swelling a bit more than she could think possible, before falling back down to rest on his stomach. She would never be able to figure out exactly why she did it, but before she realized what she was doing, her fingers were running up and down the length of him, all the way down to the underside of his balls and up to the very tip of his head. She was barely touching him, afraid of waking him, but the way he felt beneath her caresses was nothing short of exhilarating.
     
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    She started to tremble slightly as years of pent up desire started to burst through to the surface. Goosebumps popped up across her skin and she could feel heat radiating from between her thighs. She could feel herself swelling and tingling and aching as blood rushed to all of her more sensitive spots, thirsting with newfound lust. As she continued with her caresses, her eyes caught the glisten of precum welling up at the tip of him. She'd read about it a number of years ago, probably in sex ed class, but she'd never actually seen it until this moment and she thought it breathtaking in its beauty. It was clear and almost radiant, catching the light and gleaming like morning dew. Touching her index finger to it, she found it incredibly smooth and slippery. She started to play with it, teasing his hole as he slowly oozed more of it. She'd pull her finger away, teasing off long silky strands that wouldn't break only to bring her finger back down and circle the tip again.

    As this went on, her cautious inhibitions started to melt away in the face of her growing arousal. She started paying less and less attention to whether or not Jason would wake up, and more and more attention to the sight and feeling of his throbbing member. He'd continued leaking throughout all this attention and now the hairs on his stomach were matted with his precum. It was here that she made her fatal mistake... as she continued teasing and playing with him, she grew more and more desirous to know what he tasted like. "Just a kiss", she thought. "Surely no worse than any of this." And so it was that she leaned down, pressing her soft pink lips to his stomach, and delicately licking the pre-cum off of him.

    The problem wasn't one of waking him. Indeed, he kept on sleeping right through it, oblivious to the attention being paid to his cock. The problem was one of her arousal... or more accurately, the extent to which her body was taking control instead of her mind. Whereas she had previously been "merely" incredibly aroused, the taste of his buttery pre-cum in her mouth drove her over the edge. She hungered instantly for more and would not be stopped from getting it. Straddling one of his legs she began sucking him feverishly, taking him into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, as deep as she could stand. She hiked the skirt of her suit up around her hips and slipped her free hand beneath her panties and hose to begin frantically rubbing her aching pussy. She was drenched, two fingers sloshing in and out of her eager hole before sliding upwards to massage her swollen clit. Pleasure was ripping through her as she continued sucking, spurred onwards by the taste of his precum leaking into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked him, her hips involuntarily rocking against her hand as she continued her rubbing. The pleasure and lust she was feeling were almost indescribable.

    Still holding herself up with one hand, she worked up the willpower to pull the other away from her clit and up towards Jason's throbbing cock. Her palm and fingers were coated with her own creamy juices and the scent of her musky sex hung sweetly and heavily in the air. Wrapping her hand around his meat she began to pump him as she sucked, the taste of her cum on his skin driving her wild. With little personal experience to go by, Heather missed the telltale signs of Jason's imminent orgasm... the tensing of his body and the ever quickening pace of his breathing and throbbing. Suddenly, his eyes shot open as he awoke to an intensity of pleasure his young body had never known before. His back arched off the bed as Heather pulled her face away just in time, his cock exploding in ecstasy. The first spurt was the biggest, sending a long, thick rope of cum high into the air before it fell down onto Heather's face and hair. She quickly pushed his cock forward, aiming the massive rod away from herself as he continued to cum, but she lacked the willpower to release her grip on him entirely. As she squeezed him tightly, she could feel each spasm as his cock continued spitting out thick streams of warm cum.

    Jason tried to look at her, but his eyes had the pained, glazed over look of someone lost in orgasm. He was looking through her, looking as though the sensation of his orgasm might drive him to tears, and it was the most beautiful expression she'd ever seen. His climax continued for what seemed like an eternity, spurting rope after rope of thick cum onto his stomach, chest, and face. He continued gasping and grunting as he came, until at last he collapsed back on the bed, exhausted, trying to catch his breath. Their eyes met, and the realization of what she had just done finally dawned on her. She'd molested him... no... raped him... as he slept. As beautiful as he looked, as much as her body wanted to grind against his, she flushed with a deep sense of embarassment and shame. "I'm sorry!" were the only words she could croak out as she hopped off of him, hastily hiking her stockings back up and rushing out the door.

    She bolted through the kitchen, grabbed her briefcase and keys, and ran into the garage, seeking the solace of her BMW. The windows were deeply tinted, and sitting in the driver's seat she flipped down the vanity mirror to look at herself. Jason's cum still clung to her face, glistening and milky white. She used her fingers to wipe off what she could and began to eye the tissue box sitting on the dashboard. She hesitated, trying to do the right thing, but even now her lust held too much sway over her actions and she popped her fingers into her mouth, sucking the salty fluids from them.

    The moral ramifications of what she had just done to her nephew were the furthest thing from her mind as she hiked her skirt up once more. Her cum had soaked through her panties and now even her pantyhose bore a large wet spot at the front... kicking off her shoes she pulled all of it off. She scooted the seat back as far as it would go and laid the back down at an incline before resting one foot on the door and the other on the dashboard, spreading her legs as wide as she could manage. Her clit was so engorged it ached, as if the little button of flesh had not been made to withstand such an intense state or arousal. Glancing in the mirror again, she wiped off what cum remained and brought her slick fingers down to her pussy to swirl them around her clit.

    The next hour was spent in the most frantic masturbation session of her life. There was no delicate foreplay or teasing. Instead. she plunged two fingers inside herself, as deep as she could reach, pumping them in and out and twisting them, imagining what it would feel like to have Jason fucking her. At times she would rub her clit as fast as she could, and at other times she would pinch it, through the hood, between her thumb and her index finger, jacking herself off. Her shirt and bra were soon undone so she could pinch and tug on her swollen, puffy nipples. She lacked the flexibility to suckle them herself and had to settle for twisting and pulling them, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh and sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

    It was no quiet affair either, she moaned and screamed and cried as she spasmed in the driver's seat, making herself cum over and over. She convulsed and writhed in her chair every time she went over the edge, her insides wrenching and spasming in indescribable pleasure. Her body kept trying to calm back down from it's ecstatic peaks, but with visions of Jason's cock spewing cum fresh in her mind she couldn't stop herself, pausing only for a second or two after each orgasm before returning to her frenzied fingering. Her hands and her thighs and her pubic hair were soaked with her juices and she reeked of the scent of her own arousal. The smell and taste of herself only turned her on further... she'd never been so wet in her life and it was awakening a feeling of sexuality and sensuality that she'd never dreamed possible.

    She couldn't count how many times she came that morning, and honestly didn't care to. She was lost in bliss and only stopped when her privates started to chafe and ache from the ceasless attention. She was exhausted, her muscles throbbing. What clothes she still had on clung to her sweaty skin as she stared dreamily up towards the sunroof, trying to catch her breath. After a few minutes she finally composed herself enough to get dressed again. Her previously immaculate appearance was now marred by wrinkled clothes, dishevelled hair, sweat, and the strong aroma of feminine desire. She felt too wonderful to worry about it and popped the garage door opener.

    Fixing her seat and flipping the ignition, she sped off on her way to work, hoping that the scent of her sex would fade enough that she could pass her appearance off as a bad run-in with a flat tire, at least until she could get herself cleaned up in the ladies room. Throughout the commute and the rest of the day, her thoughts kept drifting back to that morning and what might possibly happen when she returned back home...


    (to be continued)
     
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    Blistering, scorching hot. holy shit!
     
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    Nice beginning, but use larger print, please!
     
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    Excellent, but I agree please use larger font!
     
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    Oops, sorry about that :) I was working on it during the commute back n forth to work and had it scrunched down to a tiny sized font so people wouldn't accidentally get a glance. I increased it again, but apparently not far enough. It won't let me edit the original posts anymore, so I opened a ticket to see if a board mod can increase the size any.

    In the meantime, if you hold down the "ctrl" key and move the mouse scroll wheel up and down you can increase / decrease the size of the whole screen, that'll work to at least make it readable.
     
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    Excellent story. Can't wait to read the next part.:smile:
     
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    Great!
     
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    Wow!!WOW wow!! You are a very talented writer!! I read it and decided to print it for my wife. She got so hot we had a great session last night!:biggrin1: I told her you said "to be continued". And she said what are you waiting for WRITE MAN! WRITE!:biggrin1:
    THANKS!

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    woooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww great
     
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    Best story on the site
     
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    Just an update but I started putting part II to paper. I expect to have it up end of this week or early next.
     
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    im looking forward to it
    keep up he good work
     
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    Good Stuff plz continue
     
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    I think you just like teasing us!!!jk

    The suspense is killing me!!
     
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    Fantastic, a very enjoyable story! The pace and details are just right. Looking forward to more!
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    Promises promises!!!Sill nothing!!!:confused:
     
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    Part two please? :biggrin1:
     
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    Finest tease writing style anywhere - we all await Part 2- THX
     
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