A New Side of Her

Kaleigh’s mom had been a family friend for years. I’d grown up with her, basically. She was a thin, slightly awkward girl with curly hair, glasses, and an incredible smile. She’d been a few years younger than me and pretty shy in school, so we’d lost track of each other, but when her mom dropped by for a visit she brought Kaleigh with her.

College had hit the girl like a ton of bricks. Her sweet smile was brighter than ever, and now she moved and talked with a fierce confidence I’d never seen in her before. She also showed up in the tiniest jean shorts I’d ever seen and a yellow lace bralette that left very little to the imagination. My mother was scandalized by the change, but needless to say I couldn’t stop looking at her. Every time she stood, her small, tight ass peeked out from her shorts provocatively, and her every graceful movement strained the fabric of her top against her now-massive breasts. She had the body and mannerisms of a dancer, and even though I’d always been attracted to her I was absolutely enchanted with her from the moment she walked through the door.

Kaleigh seemed to notice and like my attention – while our parents were visiting, we sat and caught up, and I thought I noticed deliberate attempts to draw my attention to her body, particularly her legs and midriff. She sat on the couch with her back slightly arched, and one leg stretched behind me. Her skin looked incredibly smooth, and she had a faint trail of soft, pale hair leading from her navel down her pants.

“Hey. Wake up.”

I must’ve stared too long – I jolted back to the moment, to find her playfully smiling, running her hands along her waist.

“I’m sorry,” I managed to blurt out, embarrassed.

“It’s okay. I stared at you constantly in high school.”

“You did?” This was news to me. I’d never noticed her even looking at me.

“Absolutely. Every class we had together. I couldn’t get enough. Especially when you started growing darker facial hair. I loved that little layer of stubble.” She leaned over so that her shoulder was against my chest, then reached up to brush her finger across my cheek and giggled. “Do you think I’m sexy?”

I hesitated for a minute – it felt a little weird to tell a childhood friend she was sexy – but nodded, and tentatively moved my hand toward her waist, while giving her a look that I hoped signaled that I was asking first. Thankfully it worked – She nodded eagerly, then rolled over so her breasts were pressed against my stomach and her face was just an inch or two away from mine.

“Yeah. I do.”

She leaned forward, her curly hair falling around her shoulders, and kissed me. I responded enthusiastically, moving my hands slowly up her back and flipping us over so I was on top. After a moment, she broke off.

“You remember that day, years ago now, when you visited and we were attached at the hip all day? At one point I backed up against you and you put your hands on my waist…”

I leaned back in and kissed her again, this time grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back against the couch hard. Of course I remembered. That one event had kept me running for days. I was hard now, and gently pressed against her leg so that she could feel and respond as she wanted. The response was immediate and enthusiastic – she grabbed my dick over my pants and ran her hand the length of my shaft. Her eyes widened.

“That is really not bad, boy. Not bad at all.” Her hand slipped into my shorts and she grabbed my balls, starting to rub them gently. I kissed her neck a few times, enjoying the spread of goosebumps across her body as I touched her.

“How far do you want this to go?” I asked her. She smiled, and in one fluid motion pushed my shorts down and off my body. She was giving me a full handjob now, running her thumb across the tip with every stroke.
“I’m feeling adventurous,” she told me, then slipped down between my legs and spat hard on my cock. The blowjob that followed was otherworldly – hard and fast, with her lips pressing into my shaft just enough. It was shockingly sloppy and loud, too. To my shock she stopped just long enough to ask if I liked being fingered. I had barely finished saying yes when her middle finger plunged two knuckles deep inside me and she began to stroke my prostate. I had to cover my mouth to keep from gasping out loud, though a couple moans escaped as I tossed my shirt to the side. Her mouth was basically just there to keep my cock hard now, with her finger working tirelessly to pleasure me. I finished in her mouth twice in a row, with the orgasm feeling more like a rolling wave than anything I’d ever felt before. I had gone completely soft by now, but she kept sucking and fingering mercilessly until I fell forward toward her. She pulled out of my ass and slipped out from under me, and I saw that her face and chest were covered in saliva and cum. She scooped it off of herself and ate it, every drop she could get, then looked at me wistfully while sucking on the finger she’d cleaned herself up with.

“I love the taste of cum. And you’re so, so yummy.” She was still fully dressed, but I was naked at this point, and still bent over catching my breath. I heard her unzip her shorts, and watched her toss them to the side. Something soft and wet touched my ass, then she started aggressively humping me in doggy-style. She grabbed my throat and starting grinding her clit into my ass.

“Are you mommy’s good little slut?“ she whispered, then she stopped. I barely had time to turn around when she gagged me with her panties and tied her bralette around my head to hold the gag in place. She shoved me down with my soft cock sticking out between my legs, grabbed my balls, and spanked me hard. Somehow she managed not to make any sound, but the impact vibrated through my whole body. My heard pounded and my cock immediately became fully hard again, though she grabbed my ass cheeks and told me “that boner can stay there, baby boy… I’m not touching it and neither are you.”

I whimpered slightly, but I couldn’t do anything. All I wanted was to keep submitting to her manhandling, and she was only too willing to oblige. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back sharply so that my ear was level with her mouth. She gently caressed it with her lips, and I could feel her breathing slowly picking up and she continued to grind against me. She tensed up and came several times, letting out heavy, labored breaths between, continuing to press me against the touch. After four or five orgasms she stopped and sat back.

“Come here and suck mommy’s tits, baby,” she told me. I eagerly complied, and she began to stroke my hair. Her breasts were huge for her frame, and heavy, hanging down almost to the bottom of her rib cage.

“Do you want to be mommy’s little sex toy? I bet you do,” she asked with a sweet lilt to her voice.

“I’d like that,” I managed to gasp out. “But next time… I’m on top.”

She giggled slightly. “We’ll see if you can handle me, baby.”

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